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Back with another request! If I send too many, just pick your favourites or ignore them :) also, with any requests from me you can do with !fem or !gn, whichever you prefer!

Maybe the reader works in like a library, or used book shop, and Eddie shows up all the time because he has a crush on her, but hasn't worked up the nerve to actually ask her out or talk to her more than like small talk yet?

Creep

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

[a/n] I'm so sorry this took so long, I'm working on your other request but I wanted to quickly get this one completed. I hope its okay!

[warnings?] religion contemplation? not proof read

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He’d spent majority of his free days watching from afar, working up the courage to approach her, coming close a couple times but quickly backing out as soon as her eyes locked with his, sending him a small wave and shy smile before turning back to the book she’d been reading intensely. 

Eddie swore he could’ve fainted then and there, with the spring sun shining down on her features, highlighting each curve and crevice that graced her skin, she was like an angel incarnate. While he was the furthest from religious he’d happily declare his faith with her as his witness. 

 Funnily enough he’d been sent to the library to work on his religious studies, not because he cared per sea but because if he was going to play into the idea of being the satan worshipper he might as well make it accurate. Of course his friends had questioned his sanity yet again, almost fearful this would do the opposite he’d intended it to do. However, he wasn’t going to back down from the challenge so easily.

In the short time spent among dusty damp books and you, he’d quickly learnt quite a lot. For one your favourite book was the princess bride, the crumpled pages and frayed spine giving it away. He’d found a sense of comfort in your actions, seeing that while you presented yourself as put together and calm there was clearly a need to escape the present and live through the words of another, with no expectation of the now.

He’d also learnt that you seemed to have your other favourites on rotation, after finishing one you’d switch back to another worn down copy of a classic, taking notice that not one of them appeared to be Lord of the Rings. Perhaps if he even worked up the nerve to talk to you, he’d ask.

There were times when he’d caught himself staring for too long to not be considered creepy, while he’d tried desperately not to be. After weeks of lowkey stalking he’d given up, realising that you didn’t seem to mind, in fact it had become a sort of game between the two of you. From quiet flirting between the shelves and leaving small gifts in the others unmarked territory, it seemed as though you also enjoyed this.

Valentines had quickly approached and while Eddie was never really bothered with mediocre holidays, the prospect of actually participating had him shaking with nerves. The following day he’d walked in with his own copy of Lord of the Rings, dog eared and probably in worse state than yours, quickly placing it in front of you and blurting out his question without a thought.

“Be my valentine?” Stunned at his own forwardness, clearing his throat once more before continuing “I mean I’ve seen you around and I thought that maybe you’d like to go out with me?” 

A wide smile spread across your face at his words, his chocolate button eyes staring down at you in desperation as the silence stretched. Seems you both had the same idea though, as you reached down to grab your copy of The Princess Bride, thrusting it into his fidgety hands. Your words had failed but keenly nodding like a lovesick fool at him as you swapped numbers and arranged a date.

Which would be one of many to come

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A little Bucky request, if you'd be so kind 🥰 I'm thinking maybe neighbour!reader (but I'm not fussy!) and they leave little secret admirer valentine's gifts for Bucky as he always seems so lonely when they see him 💔

Winter

Bucky Barnes x gn!reader

[a/n] thanks you so much for this request! I wont lie it's been so long since I've written I found it a little bit difficult to fulfil this request however, that was the point of Valn-Cries so here we go. also side note I didn't know if you wanted fem!reader so I made them gn! hope you don't mind.

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Winter wasn’t just a season, it was a state of mind. It was the cold and bitter breeze of doubt that crept in at any waking moment. It was the raging storm that destroyed everything in sight, leaving nothing behind but memories of what once was and could’ve been. 

Winter lived through the sticky heat of summer like a bug bite that wouldn’t go away. In the spring it blossomed like a forbidden fruit, waiting and praying to release its venom. In the Autumn it was the stains at the bottom of your coffee cup, no amount of scrubbing or detergent could get rid of it. 

Winter was everlasting and nothing could slow it down. 

Or at least thats what he thought until he saw you

Bucky had first met you on an unassuming Tuesday evening. He’d received word that Bruce wanted to use him as the subject for his newest experiment so in Bucky fashion before listening to anything else, he’d stormed off towards the lab, ready to tear into the green giant for thinking he could treat him like another lab rat. 

Profanities spilled from his lips as he entered the room, only to be stunned into silence once he saw you sitting there, all pretty and tiny like an angel in contrast to the heavy machinery that laid scattered around the lab. Clearly flustered you’d stuttered out a jumble of words, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes as you waited for his response. Yet whatever you’d said clearly fell on deaf ears as he simply turned around and stormed back out 

Half way up the hall he’d paused, needing a moment to catch his breath as regret coursed through his veins. He hadn’t meant to come across as rude but just being in your presence had knocked the air right out of his lungs, suffocating him in the most delicious way. He could already imagine how gentle your touch was, the way you’d plant soft kisses across his cheeks before whispering sweet affirmations into his ears.

His daydreams however, were embarrassingly cut short as the stiff material of his jeans grew tight, a distant but familiar feeling of arousal building up as he quickly rid the thought of you from his mind. Both disgusted and intrigued that his confusing feelings awoke this primal need in him, a feeling he hadn’t felt in decades. 

It was a feeling, among other things he couldn’t afford to acknowledge. It was so much simpler to feel nothing than everything. After all he’d been through he’d worked his way to a place of peace about himself, the world around him and his past, these feelings would only complicate and ruin him again. Therefore, they didn’t exist. 

But of course that was easier said than done.

With Valentines approaching he couldn’t help but feel somewhat dejected, knowing that before your arrival he never would’ve bothered with such a trivial holiday, but now it was all he could think about. Questions and doubt clouding his vision, wondering who the special person in your life was. Was he rich and handsome like Tony? Or maybe he was goofy and clumsy like Sam. Did he shower you with affection? Or maybe he took you for granted. Either way it tortured him to think it could never be him, no matter how much he wished it would.

—-

In the passing months that you’d joined the team, you’d seen Bucky grow colder and quieter in your presence. His usually devastatingly beautiful baby blue eyes and boyish grin had become hollow and lifeless. With each small interaction he’d curled into himself and run away, as if disgusted by you. 

It was difficult not to take it personally, especially since you were so enamoured with him yet you persevered hoping he would soon warm up to you. Although, this was to no avail. You figured if he hated you he could love the illusion. 

This became a favourite past time of yours, leaving behind crumbs of your devotion in the form of unlimited snacks and mystery deliveries. Watching from afar as the usual scowl that graced his face morphed into a faint smile. This was enough to satisfy you for a while yet you began to think bigger.

Valentines was a mere couple weeks away and you’d decided to bite the bullet and admit to Bucky that it was you admiring him in secret. The worst case scenario was that things would stay exactly as they were, there would be no need to interact with him and in the off chance you did, you knew how to be civil. While the best case was he didn’t hate you quite as much, perhaps you could even be friends if not lovers, anything but this weird limbo of emptiness was an improvement.

—-

Bucky had woken up to a knock a quiet knock at his door, unsure if he was hearing correct but getting up and answering anyway. He was met with an empty hallway, ready to simply slam the door shut until his eyes landed on the note taped to his door. It was decorated with a little sticker in the left corner saying ‘even winter has its sunny days’, in any other case he would’ve scoffed at the obnoxious pink of the paper and sappy phrased but a part of him knew this wasn’t just any letter.

Needless to say Bucky realised that winter really did have its sunny days.

 While winter could be cold and unforgiving, it was also the warmth and comfortability of a newly lit fire. Winter was the sickly sweetness of hot cocoa that soothed you in the harshest of storms. Winter was Bucky and you were his Sunshine that showed him what more winter could be.

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hi angel! i see your requests are open and if you’re up for it, i’d love to request an older!sinclair sister w our lover boy eddie? :) some angst for character development LOL and fluff? ♥️♥️♥️ thank u pookie

Mistakes were made but atleast we fixed them, sort of…

Eddie Munson x Fem!OlderSinclaire reader

[a/n] sorry this took longer than I’d hoped, I really tried to make it a balance between angst and fluff so I hope I did your request justice! Feel free to send more asks in the future, I’ve never written for Sinclair reader before this so it was definitely new to me, but I had fun! <3

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Eddie had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, practically joined at the hip, so much so that it was uncommon to see you apart, until recently. With the cracks of your steadily crumbling friendship beginning to show, questions naturally arose from both your parents and peers. 

What you refused to tell anyone was the real reason behind this break, constantly spewing excuse after excuse when anyone broached the topic. It was unlikely anyone would hear what actually went down, with Eddie probably far too embarrassed to explain that you, his best friend was in love with him, and you mortified for even thinking he could feel the same.

In fact just thinking about it months later, your cheeks still burned with a mixture of hurt and rage, picturing the night you’d all but spilled your guts while he sat there half heartedly shrugging at your confession like you meant nothing to him at all. 

Poor Lucas had attempted to console you but was met with a cold pillow to the face the moment he entered your bedroom, quickly deciding it wasn’t worth possibly losing his head over some ‘girl drama’, or so he thought. However, it was also just your luck that the following morning he’d not only told Mike and Dustin but the entire Hellfire group, Eddie included.

For a while after the whole debacle you’d tried to remain just best friends with Eddie, truly believing that if he wasn’t interested in you romantically you could still salvage the friendship although, that proved more difficult than ever.

Which led you to now where you were stuck between the awkward and depressing limbo of wanting more but trying desperately to get over you know who, in an effort to go back to how it was before, if that was even possible. 

Poking around at the food in front of you as your family chatted happily about their day, zoning in and out of conversation had become the new norm. The numbness taking over once more until Lucas had let it slip that Eddie had a date with none other than Chrissy Cunningham, Hawkin’s princess. 

Of course he did, you’d thought. The bitterness beginning to take over as you thought of the numerous reasons Eddie would never be attracted to you and how you’d ruined everything. Excusing yourself from the table and going straight to bed, not that you’d be getting any sleep.

If only you’d kept your stupid mouth shut.

You weren’t sure how long had passed until the faint knock of the door echoed through the room, followed by the creak of the worn down door. “Hey y/n, I was thinking we could have a spa night this weekend if you’re up for it? You know how mom used to do when we were younger?” Erica shifted somewhat nervously. It was clear she didn’t want to anger you, with your mood changing faster than the wether nowadays, likely confused how the once close family dynamic had become to distant. 

Guilt weighed heavy against your chest, the urge to decline and simply wallow, outweighing a possibly fun and equally horrendous sister night. Desperate to think of an excuse but deciding to agree anyway for her sake. It wasn’t like you had anything planned either way, with Lucas and your parents going on date. 

The bonus was she might actually succeed with killing you this time, if her cooking was the still as you remembered.

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Eddie knew it was wrong as soon as the thought entered his head, he just couldn’t understand how you could tolerate let alone be in love with him. Hell he’d be lying if he tried to deny the feelings he felt, yet he still choose to play the fool. He hadn’t anticipated the fallout would be quite this bad, with you avoiding him for the most part or pretending for his sake the confession was in the past and to be forgotten, and his conflicted feelings making him temperamental, for lack of a better word he well and truly was fucked.

How was he supposed to rely on you to protect his heart if he couldn’t do the same for you? So used to being the other person in any given situation, this was all new. Hell he’d have studied for this moment if it meant he’d have an answer with how to move forward, alas that wasn’t coming anytime soon.

Trudging up to the van like usual unaware that someone was following him until the crinkle of a snack wrapper sounded from behind, stopping him in his tracks.

 “Sinclair I know you’re there” Eddie had called before turning around to meet the sheepish grin on Lucas’ face.

“How did you know it was me?” The boy had sighed, munching away on his favourite snack bar which coincidentally was also yours. 

“Well apart from the obnoxiously loud noise you made opening that.” He’d pointed at the half eaten food “I also happen to know there y/n’s favourite and they’re the most annoying thing ever, especially when trying to plan a campaign.”

“Well anyway I need you to come to my house tomorrow evening.” Ignoring Eddie and continuing “and before you ask she’s not going to be home so don’t worry about that, she’s got a date.” He trailed off, watching something in the distance

“I wasn’t worried but okay…” Eddie muttered watching as Lucas suddenly ran off shouting at what he assumed to be the others to wait up for him

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Getting into your pyjamas and heading downstairs to see what chaos Erica was cooking up, literally, you hadn’t expected to be met with the person you’d been trying to forget, or at least just for one evening. 

“What are you doing here?” Looking around the otherwise empty kitchen confused “you’re supposed to be on a date?” You questioned

“No you’re supposed to be on a date.” Eddie echoed back as the sound of chairs dragging against the hardwood floor grew closer. 

“Neither of you are on a date but you are locked in, so sort whatever it is going on between you out now!” Your younger siblings shouted, clearly having planned tonight.

“By the way I know you both love each other so just admit it already.” Erica added, earning a thump before it grew quiet again. 

Unsure of how to comprehend her words, you simply pulled up a chair and sat down. You definitely weren’t going to start the conversation, hurt enough over the first time you’d talked argued about ‘this’.

“Look I’m just going to get straight to the point. I lied.” Eddie started, pulling up a chair near you and sitting “I do love-” the hesitation was enough to send you reeling, the urge to simply run, scratching away at your insides. 

“Fuck” he was pacing now “I’ve never said these words to anyone but I love you.” Breathing out without hesitation this time. “I know I’ve been shit at showing it and I don’t expect you to forgive me for lying and hurting you but when I heard you were going on a date something changed.” Now still and silent once again as he got down and looked at you for real this time.

“I lied because I thought you could do better than me. I mean I’m still in high school, barley passing and you’re in college with your whole life ahead of you. It wouldn’t be fair for me to hold you back, you know that.” 

“Eddie what the hell?!” You weren’t sure if you wanted to scream or cry at how dense he could be, you’d probably end up doing both “I don’t care about that shit, we’ve been friends for years and you didn’t think to at least talk to me about this?”

“You know I love you and you let me think you were basically disgusted at me?” Pausing as you pondered on your next words. “Don’t answer that.” 

Where words failed, actions came into hand. Leaning over and pressing your lips against his, savouring the faint taste of mint and tobacco that lingered, while cupping his cheeks between your hands. Now that you’d started you weren’t sure you could stop, understanding now what it means to be intoxicated by someone. 

Gasping for breath between kisses and hands grabbing at each other while the room grew hotter until you were startled by a bang.

“Hey! We’re still here you know.” Lucas shouted “also I’m still mad that you like him” It was now Erica’s turn to slap him playfully, prompting a spat between the two over who’d genius plan this was. Honestly you couldn’t care less now that you had Eddie back.

Little did you know that it was thanks to both Lucas and Erica meddling for this Valentine’s miracle. Although, that was an argument for another day. Erica insisting she knew was the head of operation Valentines.

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first love // masterlist

(AU) Steve Harrington x fem!reader

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“Fresh out of a relationship you and your best friend Steve make a pact, if you’re both single at thirty you’d simply marry each other. What better then to marry someone who understood you in a way no other could? Someone that you would happily spend the rest of your life with (platonically of course). What could go wrong? It’s not like you were in love or something…

However, ten years later and still painfully single you wondered if the pact you’d made all those years ago were still valid, and if so did you stand a chance?”

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Something to believe (pt.1)

Smiling as I burn (pt.2)

lost between (pt.3)

Homesick (pt.4)

Before I cave in (pt.5)

The art of eye contact (pt.6)

fake fiction (pt.7)

slow burn (pt.8)

just pretend (pt.9)

alone [out of my head] (pt.10)

burial plot (pt.11)

paper heart (pt.12)

let go of your love (pt.13)

(pt.14) coming soon!

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Stay

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

[a/n] sorry for the lack of posts for valen-cries I’m still working on my requests but I thought I’d finish this wip. Also if it wasn't obvious this is a songfic based on stay by Colorblind

[warnings!] self deprecation, metaphorical abuse? Implication of drugs but not actually taking any cause it’s also metaphorical. Its just angsty and ambiguous, feel free to interpret the ending how you wish.

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Abuse me, I like the punishment

You keep me focused, I don't need no Ritalin

I like when you keep me guessing, its alright

Its alright

It was only supposed to be one night but one night turned into two., two to three until there were too many to count. It had started with just some light flirting and the odd touch yet it quickly became so much more, so much so that you weren’t sure where you stood anymore. 

Steve was so persuasive with his sweet whispers and cheeky looks, how could you refuse? It didn’t help that you had a major crush on him back in high school and the moment he’d so much as looked your way, you’d fallen again. 

How pathetic, here you were fighting off your feelings for a guy who only ever saw you as a fuck buddy. Just another toy to warm his bed like numerous others before you, as if you even stood a chance. However, saying that you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Can we turn our feelings off?

I need you baby, just for one night,

One night

He’d call at the same time every night you spent apart, his gravely voice sending chills down your spine in the silence of your bedroom, where the boundaries of friendship and romance blurred across the distance. Some nights you’d talk for hours and hours, others simply bask in each others silence finding the need for words overrated.

In the darkness of the night you’d find yourself tracing over the freckles and faint scars that kissed his skin, trying to memorise every inch of him as if he would disappear at any second. If you could contain this memory forever you would, alas that would only make the pain harder when you inevitably parted.

I know what you’re looking for,

You make it feel like its the first time, every time

Every time

Coming down from the high was always difficult, doubt crippling you as you lay cold and empty. You tell yourself it will be the last time and it never is, the unhealthy hold he has over you enticing you back again and again. Unsure of wether you could do this anymore and chest tightening with every breath, what other choice was there but to run?

I don't really wanna fight right now,

I don't really see the point right now,

And if the love wasn’t real enough what the hell we gonna do when the truth comes out?

Steve wasn’t really one for commitment, you both knew that, so why did it hurt so much watching you leave each time? Would you stay if he asked? Or were you only in it for the sex? He had no right to ask, his reputation made sure of that but that didn’t stop the conflicting feelings threatening to spill with your presence. 

I’d rather start it on a blank page,

I think I like it with a new face

You dont wanna wait for me, its safe to be

Stuck inside this place where we keep faking things,

Running in circles looking for an end that didn’t exist seemed pointless but anything was easier than confronting your feelings, even uncertainty felt more stable than the mess you were floating in, head barley above water and still refusing to swim. You hadn’t realised that in the ocean of your mind Steve had been searching for you, begging you to stay afloat with him. 

I think you’re finally breaking me,

The way it seems you’re making me,

Stay 

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first love // Something to believe

🎶something to believe by painting promises

(AU) Steve Harrington x fem!reader

[a/n] back from the grave and ready to start writing again I introduce to you... a new series! this is just the beginning of a new and painful adventure for our favourite boy Stevie, hope you enjoy! btw the upside down doesn't exist, Eddie lives and Nancy isn't Steve's Ex (everything else is normal though).

[warnings] none!

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Almost thirty and still painfully single, you’d come to the conclusion that maybe love just wasn’t for you. Sure your parents and friends loved you but nobody was In Love with you. Since freshman year of high school you’d been aware of your lack of romantic interests, wether it was Chad from biology who asked you out as a dare or Jake from math who was about as interesting as watching paint dry, nobody had seen you; nobody had wanted you. 

Except for Steve.

At 14 you weren’t sure if it was his adorably nervous smile or shining brown orbs that drew you in but since the first moment your eyes met you fell head over heels for him. No matter how much your parents hounded you on your feelings for the cute chestnut haired boy you chalked everything down to a right place, right time kind of thing. In secret you were a fool in love, smiling like an idiot any time his name was mentioned and in public you were simply a best friend, his best friend.

 While time passed and fate crowned him as the infamous ‘King Steve’ your feelings never faltered. Growing day by day, minute by minute, even when you were deemed a glorified personal assistant by his other so called ‘friends’, shunned aside among the ‘peasants’ unworthy of a royalties precious time. Short lived but a monumental time in his life, he managed to find his way back to you, like magnets yearning to meet, no matter the circumstances you could never be apart for long.

At 19 after watching him go through his fair share of girl friends and hookups you finally realised it was better to keep your feelings hidden. After all, trading years of friendship for one night of pleasure wasn’t worth it, not when you could have every other part of him, any day of the week, forever. In fact, if that was all you’d ever be you were more than happy to have the privilege of admiring him from afar even when it meant you’d never get close enough to call him yours. 

By 20 you and Steve were still the bestest of friends, welcoming new additions to the ever growing group. The newest addition being Eddie Munson the resident 'freak' which he proudly claimed. Along with Robin and Nancy everything had been perfect, too perfect. That should've been the first red flag, the second being that you entertained the idea of falling for a guy named Christopher. You may not have loved him but that didn't make it any better when you found him in bed with one of his exes, his excuse being that he used your status as the 'golden girl' and best friend to the ex 'king' to make said ex jealous, no shocker but it worked.

You vividly remember Steve consoling you that same night, jokingly pointing out your awful taste in guys, if only he knew. Before stating something that would change the rest of your life forever.

Sat side by side basking in the humidity of the summer air you laughed and joked as Steve told you of yet another fail at family video. You had been sworn to secrecy as he recalled tripping over in order to escape one of his overly enthusiastic past hookups. Knowing full well if Dustin ever found out Steve would never know peace again.

You don't know quite how long had passed between the jokes and the comfortable silence that currently surrounded you, but you decided that if you had to stay in one moment forever, it would be right now. The warm beer in hand and head rested on Steve's shoulder as you watched the night pass by could never compare to the nights you'd spent alone or with Christopher. Steve was your home and you were his. Which is why he knew he had to take a chance. A very stupid, idiotic chance, but a chance nonetheless.

A pact.

If the two of you remained single at 30 you'd marry each other. It was a no brainer. There would be no more question about when you would finally settle down and find a decent husband, but it also satisfied the stupid societal standard of the white picket fence dream. Although, what that meant would entail was to be worried about at a later point. Besides, who knew if the pact would still be valid in 24 hours, let alone another ten years.

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[a/n] Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and encouraged!

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Tagging some mutuals who might be interested? @munsonsreputation @sweetpeapod @mysticmunson @acourtofsnakes @jesus-in-the-womb @chvoswxtch

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🎶 brand new tattoos by SayWeCanFly

(AU) Eddie Munson x fem!reader

[a/n] I know I said I'd be finishing first love soon but it's been a tough couple months and I'm slowly getting back into writing again. I really hope that the inspiration will stick for me to finish it but thank you to anyone who's read and waiting for the next part. Here's a little songfic I put together since rejoining the internet again.

[warnings?] bad childhood, insecurities, rejection, abandonment, having children/being pregnant, hypothetical divorce?

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I found silver in stone,

Inside, flowers of gold

Deep inside my soul

Like moths to a flame, the town fled to hear the new rumours that tarnished the Munson name, as greedy as they were they thrived off of the pain it caused, revealing in the destruction it would bring. Despite this, the Munson men carried on with their lives, stuck in a bubble of coldness that only the gentlest souls were prepared to see past. 

For Eddie it felt like he was trapped between the identity of two people, neither portraying the real him. At school he played the outcast, the weirdo, the one that would never become anyone or anything in this world, just as his father and teachers told him growing up. 

Meanwhile, at the hideout he became the stereotypical heart throb, nothing but a piece of meat to fuck and chuck as soon as the next groupie got bored. Typically the other way around, he’d become a notch on some randoms belt, the relationship so superficial you could wipe it clean with a makeup wipe. 

But he wanted more. He knew he deserved more.

And I’ve walked miles from home

I’ve walked miles alone

But I’ve learned to love this winding road

When you first approached him, he’d been cautious, the prank of pretending to be his friend being played one too many times for his liking. It wasn’t until you’d mentioned that you were new to Hawkins, that he’d figured you probably didn’t know who he was yet. However, what he wasn’t expecting was for you to simply shrug him off and sit next to him despite his clear warnings. 

You were new to Hawkins, that much was for sure. The first time he’d seen you was at the beginning of English, you’d smiled and waved across the classroom before turning towards the front and resuming your position in the worn out book you carried around. Assuming you meant to look at someone else he awkwardly looked to the side like a deer in the headlights, before putting his head between his cool hands to fight the warm heat rising to his cheeks, thoughts going a million miles an hour, somewhat ashamed that for a split second the believed you were looking at him. 

She’s got brand new tattoos

And I’ve got holes in my shoes

She’s got a beautiful dress

And my suit’s been torn up to shreds

Months passed with the same routine of him feebly denying any attention you sent his way, coming up with an array of excuses for reasons why you weren’t interested in him. He wanted so badly to approach you, perhaps ask you on a date yet anytime he gained the confidence it was quickly snuffed out by the other students entering the room or passing him a snide comment. 

He would never admit this to you, but you’d become the highlight of his day. Even the hellfire members had noticed his longing stares in the cafeteria, deciding not to tease him this once, enjoying seeing this new side to their usual stone faced DM. 

Behind the scenes he had no clue there the sneaky Henderson boy was quietly scheming to push the two of you together. The idea of you both dancing around your obvious feelings but neither making a move driving him crazy.

She still dances with me

Though I step on her feet

She still

Wants to love me

Neither of you knew how it happed yet one fateful day you’d agreed to be his girlfriend, the memory forever ingrained in his mind reminding him of the reasons why you were the one for him. 

‘Sweaty palms and wilting wildflowers he’d run towards you almost tripping over the curb. Your angelic smile enough to make him weak at the knees as you greeted him with a shy kiss and wide doe eyes. The two of you planned to celebrate graduation in private, apart from having each other, the warm summer breeze and quietness of the woods felt right. 

You’d both danced around the idea of making your relationship official however, for Eddie he needed the affirmation. His biggest fear being that you would simply walk away, that everything the two of you had was a lie or means to an end. Logically he knew you would never do that to him but with nothing to offer you other than love, why would you want to stay In Hawkins with him?

Needless to say as the words slipped his mouth you’d agreed immediately and the rest was history.’

I’ve watched, angels grow weak

And I've heard the devil as he speaks

Whispers and screams

Sure there were ups and downs in the early stages of your relationship, fears and worries needing to work themselves out before settling down. For Eddie while loving another came easy, the desperation to give and receive meant being torn between letting you in or pushing you away. Ingrained into his DNA it would never be as simple as flipping a switch, the active reminder that he could possible lose you at any given moment being the motivating factor to battle his demons. 

You on the other hand, fully supported his rockstar dream. Never wanting to make him choose between you and his vision. Yet as human as it was you grew scared that he’d realise he was way too good for you. When he could have anyone he could possibly dream of once leaving this town behind, why would he choose you? Why would he stay with you?

The beautiful thing about being human was making mistakes and learning and growing from them, as difficult as it was the both of you would make it out together, regardless of the hypothetical fallout.

But my arms are open so wide

And will be, until I die

Only for you

The day of your wedding was coincidentally the day you’d found out you were pregnant with your first child. Fear and excitement bundled into one where not only were the vows you spoke to each other, but also to your future family. With silent promises made and tears of happiness flowing you welcomed the next chapter of your lives with open arms and full hearts.

In Eddie fashion he’d almost cancelled the wedding, as you walked down the isle moments after telling him the big news he’d insisted you at the very least sat down for the rest of the ceremony, justifying the fact that you needed to save your energy and stay healthy for his own sanity because god forbid your feet ache after standing in heels all day. 

He’d soon learn that if anyone needed to sit down it was probably him, the view of a baby being born from between the legs he knew so well, more than enough to knock him out cold. 

At least he’d be prepared the next time.  

She’s got brand new tattoos

And I’ve got holes in my shoes

She’s got a bright red rose

And I’ve got a head full of thorns

But I’d still pick them for you

Ten years later and your third child on the way he could finally say all the blood sweat and tears wasted in throughout his youth were worth it. There was no waiting for the ball to suddenly drop, no final wake up call or ultimatum, fighting for you and vice versa was more than worth it and he’d be an idiot to think otherwise.

The once lonely, broken child wondering where he fit into this world now meant something. Becoming the person he was now from the person he was before, wouldn’t have been possible if he’d been given the easy path to follow just like he once wished. The memories and hardships carved into his skin through wrinkles, scars and faded tattoos served as his reminder that even in the darkest days he would be just fine.

She still dances with me

Though I step on her feet

She still, 

Wants to love me

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first love // before I cave in

🎶 before I cave in by too close to touch

(AU) Steve Harrington x fem!reader

[a/n] so I just found out my mum has cancer so updates will probably be weekly from now on (sorry) but I'm still excited for where this series is going and hopefully you enjoy it!

[warnings?] underage drinking, angst, self doubt, bad parents.

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The sticky summer’s heat clung to the cheap fabric of your sweater, the gentle breeze doing nothing to help cool you down and even though you may have been overheating, you’d rather take that chance and feel protected by the comfort of your sweater then to feel the unnerving chill that was bound to be a constant within the small tunnels of the Catacombs. 

Why you were visiting a mass grave you weren’t entirely sure other than the fact that Eddie had insisted on it, saying that it was possibly the most metal thing he’d ever experience in his life. Although, you weren’t sure anything could beat the time Jason Carver swapped Eddie’s clothes out for a cheerleaders uniform during gym. Thankfully leaving a pair of shorts behind so he wasn’t flashing the entirety of Hawkins at once. Much to Jason’s dismay not only did Eddie pull off the awkward fit of the outfit but he also managed to gain a handful of new ‘sheep’ to carry on the legacy of the Hellfire club after he graduated. Which subsequently also turned him into a living legend of the former freak turned rockstar that would continue to live on within the trauma ridden hallways of the school for many years later. 

Yeah, that was once pretty epic day.

“Ready to go?” The living legend said himself before wrapping his arms around both you and Robin as you followed the tour guide into the ancient passages. 

It was unnerving seeing the thousands of bodies stacked upon each other, simply as if their bones held no meaning and served as a reminder that the world keeps moving even after your death, that one day you would cease to exist in both memory and real life. The only sound to be heard for miles being the echoing crunch of shoes on gravel and the voice of your tour guide leading you around. The air was thick and heavy almost claustrophobic as if there were one too many people in the room yet only 10 silhouettes were reflected under the dark dingy lights, 5 of which belonged to you and your friends. 

“look bats!” You’d excitedly whispered to the group as you pointed them out, the creatures almost hidden away in the far corner of the ruins. For as long as you could remember you’d always preferred animals over humans, being somewhat anti-social and having absent family meant you spent a lot of time alone with nothing but nature to surround you, the peaceful hustle and bustle of the woods bringing you a sense of comfort and relief when you needed it.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"Both of you sprawled out across your bedroom floor giggling like school girls half drunk and flushed, window wide open and curtains lightly fluttering from the wind. High school was officially over and adulthood was quickly approaching, neither of you feeling like partying but opting to stay at home together, taking in the final moments before you returned to the ‘real world’.  

Although you’d both been forced to grow up long before you were meant to, it didn’t mean the idea of becoming a real adult was any less scary. After all you’d watched your parents fall in and out of love, working 9-5 in a depressingly boring job and become hollow lifeless shells of people they used to be. Where once upon a time they had a love for life, a love for you, until money and status grabbed a hold of them like a disease, outweighing everything else that mattered until they were left with nothing but their greediness to comfort them. 

Perhaps that’s why you and Steve were so close, because you understood each others troubles and both just longed for someone to see you and love you as you are. The sleepless nights spent talking about anything and everything or just being alone together were something you would’t trade even if your life depended on it, just like tonight.

Steve could tell your mind was running rampant with thoughts and fear, the frown on your face evidence enough. He hated how your parents treated you, terms and conditions attached to their love as if you owed them, to him he would happily walk through fire and burn in hell if it meant he got a chance to show you how much he adored you. Nonetheless the dread of being rejected meant he would only ever do so platonically because he’d rather have you as a friend then lose you as a lover. 

“If you could be any animal what would it be?” He’d cleverly lured you away from your darkness hoping it would be enough to keep the pain away a little while longer. 

You on the other hand, turned towards Steve, observing his every move as if you were scared he was a figment of your imagination and would disappear any second. You knew he knew what you were thinking about, and you gladly accepted the distraction.

“Hmm, I think I’d be a bat.” Truth be told this was something you thought of often enough to have a solid answer for.

“what?” Steve had turned towards you now, propping himself up with his arms and stealing a swig from the wine he’d smuggled over. 

“You know what a bat is Steve” It came out as more of a question than a statement but you continued on. “Bats do almost everything upside down and the equivalent of their meals to ours would be like 20 pizzas every night.” 

“You must really like pizza to want to eat 20 every day for the rest of your life.” He teased, running a hand through his soft untamed hair. 

“Well who doesn’t like pizza?” You waited for an answer but thankfully got none. “What would you be?” 

Although you saw him almost every day you couldn’t deny that somehow he got more attractive each time. Wether it was the alcohol or mutual attraction talking you couldn’t take your eyes off his features that were ingrained in your memory like a scar you never wanted to fade. From the light freckles kissing his skin to the gentle curve of his nose and slightly flushed face, every part of him was beautiful like he’d been carved by a god and blessed with holy water. And the way he looked at you sometimes, made you feel like the only girl in the world, his soft eyes gleaming with what you hoped to be love but settled with fondness, perhaps in another lifetime you could be more.

You didn’t realise you’d blanked out until you saw his large hand waving in front of your face. “Anyone there?” It had gone way past midnight by now, waves of sleepiness crashing over you both waiting to pull you under. 

“Sorry what were you saying.” Slightly embarrassed to be caught thinking about your best friend in such a way.

“If you’re a bat I wanna be a bat too.” He’d said so earnestly practically melting you under his stare. The room fell into a comfortable silence both just soaking in the moment before sleep drowned you both." 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“ew they’re so ugly.” Rebecca had murmured out, holding tightly onto Steve’s arm as she pulled him away. “Babe I’m bored can we go now?”

You’d arrived no less than 20 minutes ago but of course Steve just let her yap on like a little lap dog, fuck she was making it hard to accept her and it was only two days in.

No.

You wont be that person.

She was probably just having a bad day or maybe she was scared of the dark? 

You didn’t not like her….?

you liked her?

Yeah that wasn’t convincing…

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first love // smiling as I burn

🎶 smiling as I burn by capsize

(AU) Steve Harrington x fem!reader

[a/n] just a filler part for now but its gonna get difficult from here on out, if you want your feelings hurt look out for the next part! hopefully coming by the end of the week

[warnings?] hurt feelings (I promise it will get better... at some point)

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For such an ungodly hour of the morning anyone would’ve thought you’d drunk your weight in coffee beforehand, that mixed in with a ten hour flight was a blackout waiting to happen. However, Robin couldn’t be mad by your energetic exterior which strongly juxtaposed her somewhat agitated mood, after all she knew what you and Steve shared was special and as much as she hated cliches, you were meant to be. 

It had taken months of difficult conversations over multiple bottles of wine for you to even admit that you still held feelings for the chocolate haired boy. It wasn’t a secret amongst the group but more of an unspoken thing that you kept buried deep inside, to be dealt with at a later date except the date had come. In less than a month you’d be turning thirty and joining the “thirty, flirty and thriving” crew although for you it leaned more towards the “thirty, unflirty and crying” crew. Hopefully Steve could change that for you and not just because of the pact you’d made almost ten years ago. 

“Thank fuck, one more minute being the third wheel to the lovebirds and I would’ve gladly thrown myself out the car, ruined the hair and all.” The unmistakably boyish voice of Eddie echoed through the quiet terminal entrance. Unable to process his words Robin had thankfully shot him a glare before grabbing ahold of your shoulders and pulling you towards the nearest restroom, aware Eddie would be stalling the pair for the sake of your sanity that quickly slipped away.

“Are you okay?” Robin’s usually husky voice replaced by a softer and almost pitiful one. You were pretty sure the world has stopped spinning, unsure if you could even speak or if you were stunned into silence. The only feeling that rushed through every fibre of your body being an uncomfortable ache that settled deep into the roots of your bones as if making a permanent home there. Loss and grief hitting you and for what?, for someone who was never yours in the first place. Not only had you missed your chance at possibly being more than a best friend, but now you’d also lost the opportunity to tell him explicitly how you felt. The self-doubt weighing down on your previously worn out and tired heart as you pondered on how exactly you were going to survive a ten hour flight let alone a week with both Steve and his girlfriend. 

“Look I’m sure its not that serious after all he would’ve told us if it was. And you know what Eddie’s like, he probably misread the whole situation.” Attempting to get any sign of life from your statuesque state, the only give away that you were in fact breathing and alive being the gentle rise and fall from your chest and the uncontrollable blinking in an effort to stop the tears that pooled at the corners of your eyes from falling like a waterfall. 

“You reckon Eddie has any pills on him right now?” Breaking the dragging silence. “Shit, maybe I should just go check before he scoffs them all.” You babbled trying anything to keep your mind from racing with thoughts about the man who stood less than 20ft away with what seems to be the love of his life, wrapped in his stupidly comfortable arms probably listening to the annoyingly calming beat of his heart, the heart that also most likely beat just for her, like she was the reason he was alive. The reason for being.

 Fuck it was going to be a long trip.

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first love // paper heart

🎶 paper heart by dayseeker

(AU) Steve Harrington x fem!reader

[a/n] I'm sorry its been so long, life has been pretty chaotic but I'm slowly finding the time to write again.

[warnings?] self doubt, toxic relationship, angst and uncertainty.

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You’d been up since the early hours of the morning, watching the sunrise roll in with it’s inky colours fading into a warm hue as time passed slowly. The calm breeze and the faint chatter of the city calming you from the raging thoughts that swarmed your mind as you mulled over each decision that led you to this point.

Against your better judgement you’d followed Robin’s advice and messaged Julien accepting his offer of a date which was rapidly approaching. On one hand you were rather excited, not having been asked out in a while however, you also couldn’t help but feel guilty. Not wanting to hurt Steve’s feelings, for whatever dumb reason that may be, but alas you had to help yourself out and try to move on. 

Feeling eyes on you, you look over towards Robin who lay sprawled out on her bed, shooting you her infamous knowing look, eyes speaking a whole conversation within the comfortable silence of the room. The low lights bounced off her prominent features, casting a cognisant expression over her face. You’re thinking too loud. 

Of course she knew what was bothering you, shooting her the exact same look she’d just given, not wanting to admit it out loud, feeling stupid enough as it is worrying over a boy. A boy that held your entire being in the palm of his hands without even realising it.

Breaking you from your thoughts once again she reached over squeezing your hand, silently telling you that it was time to try and move on. Sighing loudly and brushing a hand through your hair you stood up smoothing the crinkled sheets of your bed out and gathering up the personal belongings scattered across the room, stuffing them into your purse before waving goodbye and heading off to your date.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

 Meanwhile, Steve was pacing the length of his hotel room, thoughts swarming his mind as he thought about what the fuck he was supposed to do now. Pretty soon you’d be going on your date with Julien and if Steve was the master of anything, it was catastrophising. In his mind he’d already married you off with kids and a white picket fence dream, while he remained alone and stuck to the shadows of his old ways, the chains of his past leaving him bound and unable to break the cycle. When in fact, the reality to everyone else involved in the whole situation, knew the date was nothing but a weak attempt to forget the infamous Harrington boy that held the only key to her heart.

Rebecca had long left the room, still angry from the night before where the two realised the harsh truths that spilled from their mouths, the venomous words slowly seeping into the fragile remains of their relationship before killing it for good. He should’ve felt guilty, perhaps hurt and embarrassed that he’d been so foolish and quick to believe the sweet words that fell from her mouth, coaxing him into an pathetically obedient state that he’d only just managed to escape. Yet he didn’t have it in him to feel anything other than joy at the realisation that maybe just maybe he had a chance with you. 

He should’ve followed his heart from the very beginning, wasting so much time being afraid of losing what you had that you didn’t realise until it was almost lost. Confusion and doubt still weighed heavy in the air, uncertainty hitting him like his father used to, the pain giving him an unusually grounding feeling in this very moment. 

Fuck what his parents wanted for him. Fuck what Rebecca wanted from him. It was his life and if he couldn’t even tell you, his best friend and love of his life the truth then what did that say about him? No. He needed to do this now, there was no time to dwell on the what ifs, especially not with losing you on the very line right now. 

He loved you

He loves you. 

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first love // alone (out of my head)

🎶 alone (out of my head) by thousand below

(AU) Steve Harrington x fem!reader

[a/n] ngl I dont love this filler part but hopefully it isn't too bad, we're officially half way through now. Hopefully Steve ups his game if he wants us or will the new guy get lucky at winning your heart?

[warnings?] insecurities, drinking, mentions of cheating, self-doubt.

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Looking in the mirror and smoothing down the sides of your dress you couldn’t help feeling somewhat stupid. The dress looked amazing on you, the soft fabric hugging your body in the most flattering way. Even Robin complimented your look which coming from her were a rare occurrence, usually reserved for her girlfriend and their cat.

you just wished you felt as good as you looked.

 Instead the reflection staring back at you felt like a stranger, the image taunting you with a life you could’ve had and perhaps in another life you did have. Maybe you’d be going out on a romantic date or celebrating a wedding anniversary, anything seemed better than what was on the horizon, with your luck you’d be attending wedding after wedding within the next year, all a reminder of how single and unwanted you are.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

You’d yet to go out into the city at night, not realising how magical it looked with the lights shimmering and bouncing off the still water. It felt like stepping into another dimension, people scattered around laughing and chattering away with not a care in the world, the smell of cigarettes and salt never seemed so enticing. 

As expected Rebecca had got you all into a ridiculously expensive restaurant downtown, everyone that entered looking like they walked straight out of a vogue magazine, the diamonds on their jewellery most likely costing more than all four of you put together, excluding Rebecca for obvious reasons. 

Glancing over at Steve you could tell he was nervous, continually tugging on the collar of his dress shirt, the light layer of hairs that peppered across his chest peaking through and the sweat glistening on his neck. 

Just the sight of him had you restless in your seat.

Clinging to his free arm stood Rebecca, walking over with a sickly sweet smile and taking a seat with Steve trailing behind her. You’d grown accustomed to her overly dramatic and draining conversation, learning to zone out and enjoy the view (the free food certainly didn’t hurt either.) 

In the distance you could make out the shadow of the Eiffel Tower, in all its glory lit up like a Christmas tree. The sunset in the horizon framing it’s detail and outlining the rows of buildings that stood nearby. Originally your plan had been to confess to Steve up there, the hope blooming in your chest as you thought back to all the little things that hinted Steve shared your feelings. As delusional as it sounds you truly thought you’d get your happy ending, after everything that’s happened how could you not?

Perhaps you would get your happy ending

Just not with Steve.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

The meal was surpassingly nice, either you had one too many drinks or Rebecca had magically become mute, you weren’t complaining. In fact, some guy the bar had been kind enough to send over drinks, sending you a shy smile before resuming his conversation with the bartender.

Unsure of how much time had passed before stumbling out of the restaurant with the others and hailing a taxi, the chill of the late night air sending shivers down your spine. Steve had somehow noticed this quickly pulling his jacket off and attempting to hand it over before Rebecca stopped him. Completely oblivious to the lovers quarrel that began to take place, the same guy who’d sent you drinks walked over, doing the exact same as Steve had tried to do, this time successful.

“You really don’t need to do that.” Stunned at his kind gesture as he assured you that he couldn’t ‘watch a pretty girl go cold’. The heat from the alcohol rising to your cheeks, swaying slightly as you laughed, believing he was but a figment of your imagination. 

“I’m sorry if this is too forward but do you think I could get your number?” Unlike Steve’s usually charm when asking a girl out, the stranger stumbled over his words, nervously running a hand through his hair, awaiting your answer. 

Part of you felt conflicted, it had been so long since you’d dated you weren’t even sure if you knew how to. The last date you got asked on having been years ago when you were still obliviously hung up on Steve you’d profusely apologised, feeling that if you went on this date it would be the same as cheating, and if there was one thing you hated it was cheaters. 

Obviously you weren’t actually in a relationship with Steve at the time (or ever) you still couldn’t bring yourself to look elsewhere, but now things had changed. Still single and under no obligations to remain faithful to someone who acted like a ghost half the time, you accepted. Excited at the prospect of someone realising the potential you had, even if it was a one night stand or a short fling you were happy, happy that someone actually wanted you, that someone actually saw you. 

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first love // burial plot

🎶 burial plot by dayseeker

(AU) Steve Harrington x fem!reader

[a/n] tell me why I find it easier to write Steve’s pov than readers…? like it’s weird I get writers block and then im like ‘oh I know I’ll write as Steve’ and boom all the answers are unlocked. Anyways that aside I was planning to release this part tomorrow but im inpatient as hell and can’t wait any longer because I low-key love this piece. Enjoy!

[warnings?] thoughts of cheating, doubt, obliviousness, jealousy, slightly toxic relationship

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Tossing and turning, unable to sleep Steve rose from the shared bed and unwrapped Rebecca’s arms from his waist. He should’ve felt guilty for thinking of you when he was here with her but he couldn’t help it. He knew he was done for the moment you looked at him with wide eyes and a shy smile, tonight just solidified his feelings even more.

If only the sickening sight of you and the stranger didn’t plague his dreams. He couldn’t even be that mad anyone would be grateful to call you theirs, so why did the thought hurt so much? As if the question even mattered because it was clear as day why, he just didn’t want to admit it.

You were beautiful beyond belief, he could’ve sworn he’d stopped breathing, if it wasn’t for Rebecca’s sharp nails digging into his side reminding him of the mess he’d made he would’ve thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

Picking his phone up from the nightstand and pulling a sweater on he beelined towards Eddie’s room needing someone to vent to. Eddie had known Steve loves you, he just didn’t realise it how deep his love went, assuming it was a brotherly kind of love perhaps even at one point a crush but never in love.

Steve had tried to keep his feelings on the low down, in fact he was sure that the older he got the better he hid it. After all everyone thought he had a crush on you back in high school, assuming with his reputation and noncommittal ways he’d gotten over it eventually. 

He knew now that he hadn’t and with that meant Rebecca had also discovered his secret. Of course she was far from happy, the argument from earlier still ringing in his ears as he thought of how angry she’d gotten, throwing insult after insult not caring about how low she stooped as long as it hurt him.

However, as bad as it was she still ended up clinging to his side, refusing to let go. Any other time he would’ve found it endearing, borderline sickening how in love they were, his younger self probably gagging at how whipped he was, but now it truly left him feeling slimy. Her touch going from being a source of comfort and happiness to now feeling suffocating and anxiety inducing, just like her behaviour had changed and evolved eerily similar to his parents. 

Confused and downright exhausted he’d knocked on Eddie’s door, beyond ecstatic when he wasn’t turned away but welcomed in, just like old times. The two hadn’t always been as close as they were now, coming from two different worlds and struggling to accept themselves for who they were, led them to only really hang out when it was with the rest of the group. However, over the years with all the ups and downs of life they’d found common ground and built a solid friendship. 

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

Winter of 89 had been a long one, the storms and the snow never-ending driving many to wind up on the brink of homelessness. Unfortunately, Eddie and Wayne had ended up in that exact situation and if it hadn’t been for Steve they may not have survived. Weeks were spent unable to do anything but sit and wait for the snow to melt, with the daily meet-ups and weekly movie nights being cancelled for the foreseeable future.

When Steve had opened his home to the Munson duo they had been reluctant, with their pride and independence on the line they refused to give up so easily. Stating that they’d be fine and that they’d figure something out, to which Steve outright refused almost embarrassingly begging them, stating that he would not be his parents.

He had the space and the finances to support them during this time, more than happy to help a friend out knowing Eddie or any one of his friends would do the same for him. To much debate they finally gave in and in the three weeks that they’d stayed at Steve’s they’d grown on each other. Wayne became a second dad to Steve, or a first one assuming his dad could even be called one. Like the family he’d never had, he realised then what it meant to be loved unconditionally. Their support and willingness to take him in, despite it being his home made him want to cry at the feelings it evoked. He’d forever be grateful for all they taught him, regardless of if they knew exactly how much they did for him. 

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

“You’re in love. What more do you want me to say?” Eddie said matter of factly, munching on a bag of chips and pointing out the obvious like always. 

“No shit Sherlock, how’d you figure that out?” Whacking him lightly on the head with a pillow before pointing out that his question didn’t require an answer.

“You’ve been in love with her for years and you’re only just figuring it out?” To Eddie it wasn’t as complicated as Steve was making it, the truth was plain as day and there was no denying it.“Stop pacing you’re stressing me out.” It was now Eddie’s turn to whack Steve, although slightly harder than intended, hoping it would stop Steve from wearing out the floor.

“What do you expect me to do? Knock on her door and tell her the truth? Besides the guy that asked her out earlier probably had a better chance than me.” The two had now transitioned into whisper shouting, Steve rambling on about why it was complicated and why he’d pretend this realisation never happened.

After much debate Eddie was the one to smack Steve with a dose of reality, pointing out how in love with him you were. “If you love her like you say you do then own up to it. She’s waited around long enough and she most certainly wont wait around any longer.” 

“What about my girlfriend?” 

“Break up with her.” No wonder he was still single if that was his advice.

“Time Magazine was right about you, you really are a heartbreaker.” Teasingly saying as Eddie ushered him out with a grin. He knew how much Eddie despised the media, constantly harassing him and spreading rumours around as easy as breathing air. 

“Fuck off” There was no malice behind his words, knowing that the following the days would sure be interesting to say the least. Slamming the door and leaving Steve to wonder off back to his room, alone and ready to deal with the upcoming fallout that was bound to arise.

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with ears to see and eyes to hear // The Balance of Good and Evil

(Soulmate! AU) Eddie x gn!reader

[a/n] I wasn't happy with the original intro so I've edited it quite a lot and basically added in more lore, so please re-read if you haven't already so you don't miss out on anything new.

[warnings?] kinda biblical shit (it's not serious pls don't take it serious, it's a sort of metaphor for society)

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In the beginning before time was a concept and temptation was deemed a sin, an innocent young girl and an immature boy crossed paths. Their meeting had been written in the stars, their past, present and future decided before they were but a twinkle in the sky. They were to become the choosen ones, the keepers of the gates that bordered between the depths of hell and heaven. They were not Gods but guides, The Originals blessed with the ability to lead humans on the path of light or the path of night, just as nature intended.

You see there can be no good without evil, no pure without tainted. The balance of the earth too precious and fragile to give in to either one, constantly stuck between the push and pull, just waiting for it to give. The guides had made a vow with The Watchers as witness, a promise to fullfill the destiny till death do they part.

However, all fairytales and prophecies were bound to crash and burn at some point, leaving nothing but ash of the fire that once roared, to float away into the air as if it never existed, as if it meant nothing. With the birth of a new age to be forevermore known as The Purge, the day evil won and the good ceased to exist. The few that survived to lurk in the shadows until the universe was to be at one again.

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first love // slow burn

🎶slow burn by the world alive

(AU) Steve Harrington x fem!reader

[a/n] as promised this is from Steve's perspective, but be warned things are about to get messy from here on out...

[warnings?] angst ofc, sorta manipulation, oblivious idiots

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Hiraeth- the longing for a home to which you can’t return, a home which maybe never was. A devastatingly beautiful word that Steve found resonated deep within him, burying itself inside his hollow soul. It seemed no matter what he did or where he went he would never feel at ease, constantly on alert like a lion being stalked by its prey, all until one day everything went quiet. 

You were both kids when you first met, wide eyed and ready for an adventure, even if that meant doing things you would most definitely regret later on. Nonetheless you’d made years worth of memories within the first couple months of your ever-growing friendship, memories you wouldn’t trade for anything or anyone. From the time you’d slept outside with nothing but a couple pillows and blankets to keep you warm, resulting in a horrible cold turned flu for the both of you, or the time you thought it would be funny to tie yourselves to each other for the day, ending up with you breaking your arm and Steve getting his first of many black eyes. 

He was there when when your world got turned upside down, he’d watched from afar when your parents began to turn, their usually happy go lucky attitude morphing into that of a monster, offering you comfort when you needed and a safe place to rest your tired eyes. He became the constant that you so desperately seeked and in return you gave him a reason to wake up every morning, you were the quiet breaking through his horrifyingly loud mind. 

He couldn’t understand the rapid beat of his heart threatening to break through his rib cage whenever you got too close, nor the sweaty palms he’d find himself constantly wiping to avoid disgusting you, as if that could ever happen. Spending almost a decade of never thinking twice about his feelings it wasn’t until the end of 86’ when Robin started dating Vicky that he realised what love really was. Forget all the sappy smooth sailing bullshit, he’d watched the two be forced to love in secret. To keep their relationship on the down low for their own safety and despite all of their hardships, years later they were getting ready to move onto the next chapter of their lives, together. 

Love wasn’t something obvious and sickening. It wasn’t something that screamed obnoxious and in your face. Love was silent and deadly, it took its time wiggling its way inside of you until you were too far gone to realise. Love was addicting and unexpected, the quiet he felt with you grounding and allowing him a second chance at living. It was obvious but scary, yet somehow so enticing he would happily get burnt if it meant you would love him as he loved you. 

Love was the small actions that showed you cared, it was the non-sexual but intimate afternoons spent lazing around talking about everything and nothing. It was only then that it dawned on Steve that he was in love with you, but with that revelation came the panic and fear gripping ahold of him and sending him into overdrive.

Love was what led him to now. Unlike the fairytales love was like anything; poisonous and fatal at uncontrolled doses. It was the ignorance of thinking only you knew best without informing the other party. Love was a darkness that grew bitter if not tended to, the rain cloud that fogged your thoughts and led to stupid avoidable mistakes. Love was a chance, a bet, the fate of your future left in the hands of uncertainty, the pain of losing someone you never had in the first place. 

Rebecca was a welcome convenience, causing a tornado of emotions that allowed him to get so caught up in the whirlwind that was her that he’d forgotten the calm and comfort of you. Almost unconsciously he set her up to fail by putting her on a pedestal so high up it was impossible to reach. After all you were the one he held a candle for, the one who ran around him mind endlessly, you were imperfectly perfect that nobody could ever compare. 

Although, at the time he hadn’t thought too much about it, living for the now and acting on impulses he should’ve got under control a long time ago. The distance between you and him had begun to stretch months before he’d met her, neither of you knowing what to do about it or why it was happening. From the constant excuses from either side and the busy schedules it was easy to forget what you had, especially since both of you were in denial, choosing to carry the burden to the grave then to be free once and for all. 

Luckily Steve had been digging his grave for a while, with the fear of returning to the surface weighing down on him he continued to dig until he couldn’t any more. At a standstill unsure of what to do he stood up taking the pack of smokes from the nightstand and stumbling his way to the balcony leaving an upset Rebecca alone in the unwelcoming bed originally meant for you and him.

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first love // fake fiction

🎶 fake fiction by picturesque

(AU) Steve Harrington x fem!reader

[a/n] I can't lie I've got to that point in the series where I'm lowkey questioning the direction I'm going in. I'm still excited to carry on this project but you know what they say "you are your own worst enemy" or some shit. Anyways this is a super short part but look forward to Steve's perspective for day four of their vacation!

[warnings?] angst, self doubt, somewhat abusive relationship.

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You didn’t know if luck was on your side or wether it would come back to bite but spending time away from the couple definitely helped clear your mind, even if it was only for a few hours of peace you would happily take it, anything being better than the thoughts that swarmed your mind, plaguing you with nightmares and a broken heart that unfortunately still beat. 

You’d tried to convince yourself that you were okay, that all the pain would be worth it in the end if it meant Steve would be happy, yet from the minuscule conversations you’d had with him since discovering his secret girlfriend, you weren’t so sure. Rebecca and Steve on paper were a match made in heaven, from their wealthy and high status families that would’ve happily approved of the two and their stupidly perfect looks you would be a fool to think otherwise, but in reality there was not an ounce of sense, they were like oil and water constantly at conflict, just like your mind. 

A part of you felt ashamed for thinking like this, believing that the bitterness was beginning to overwhelm you and if you didn’t distance yourself soon, you would turn out to be the real monster in this story. Not your parents. Not Rebecca. 

However, the other side of you truly felt like this wasn’t right. They weren’t right. Steve was so desperate to be loved that he would sell his soul to the devil to make it happen. Steve also wouldn’t comprise all the hard work he’d put in to finding himself, not for you, not for anyone. So why did it feel that way? 

He’d more than happily payed off employees left and right after their encounters with Rebecca, shooting them an embarrassed smile and thrusting a wad of cash into their hands in passing. He’d practically doted on her like a personal slave, going out of his way to make sure she was happy, when he clearly wasn’t. Hot and cold like the weather, one minute the two were sickly in love and the next they were like strangers. It would’ve been impossible to realise just looking at the two but Steve was your best friend, you knew him better than you knew yourself and those flickers of disappointment and sadness that reflected in his baby brown eyes was something you’d grown accustomed to, particularly when you were both younger and dumber with teenage angst running through your veins. 

Everything felt so damn uncertain, the foreboding feeling creeping up on you leaving your stomach crawling with anxiety, the instability adding weight to your already cracking foundation. 

Funnily enough Steve felt the exact same way. 

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first love // the art of eye contact

🎶 the art of eye contact by too close to touch

(AU) Steve Harrington x fem!reader

[a/n] so I'm releasing this a day early cause I've got a lot of work to do this week but I hope you enjoy it. Please please reblog if you do because reblogs are what helps writers remain motivated and spread our content

[warnings?] the usual angst, Rebecca is a bitch (sorry if thats your name),

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Thinking back to all the times you watched Steve fall in and out of love with girl after girl definitely took its toll on your mental health, the nights you’d spent crying into your pillow wondering why you would never be good enough for him, why he looked for love in all the wrong places when you were there all along. Why it always had to be girls the complete opposite to you, as if the idea of dating someone even remotely similar was repulsive. He was entitled to having a preference, but when does a preference become a problem? Especially if it means allowing yourself to become the person you swore to never be. To let yourself be another puppet at the fate of its master, to give into every demand and impossible expectation when being yourself was more than enough for those who truly loved you. 

Yet here he was continuing the exact same cycle time after fucking time like a broken record that just wont stop. You’d so badly wanted her to finally be the one for him, just as he deserved, and you tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, creating excuse after excuse for her awful behaviour but it quickly became clear no excuse could make it right.

First of all you didn’t know Steve had a girlfriend let alone that she’d be joining you, so when you booked four business class seats a year prior to your trip you hadn’t expected to be expected to give up your place. The whole reason you’d booked business in the first place was because a) neither one of you could afford first class and b) you all wanted to fly with a little bit of luxury (or as luxury as you could get 35000ft in the air) especially since it was a long first flight for all of you. Rebecca of course decided to poke holes in that plan flashing an unsettling smile and expectant stare behind Steve’s back as he negotiated with the flight attendant to upgrade Rebecca’s economy ticket to business. She’d obviously wanted you to give up your place next to him and in a way you understood, hoping that if you were in her situation she’d do the same, so you’d quickly caved in and swapped seats, refusing to let Robin or Eddie swap as they deserved the luxury just as much, although Eddie didn’t let you off easy arguing that he should swap since he was a newly famous rockstar he’d get plenty of opportunities to fly business probably even first class while you… well you wouldn’t. Finally agreeing to swap half way through so you’d both get the best of both worlds, sort of. 

12 hours later you would’ve happily stayed at home if it meant you’d never have to fly again. It wasn’t the worst experience but it certainly wasn’t the best, turns out you really were a nervous flyer and it didn’t matter where about on the plane you were, you hated it. Either that or you’d jinxed yourself by lying earlier and your karma had just been served.

The second incident happened that exact same evening, arriving at the hotel with luggage in hand and tired smiles, the concierge had greeted you and happily offered to take your bags to your rooms. Unfortunately that was also your second mistake. Only three rooms had been booked, two of which were singles and the double originally meant for you and Steve was now a double for Steve and Rebecca, leaving you with nowhere. 

Of course it only made sense that Steve took the room, the problem was where you were going to stay, deciding to look for a nearby cheap room as you’d already spent the better part of your money towards the trip, and paying for two expensive hotel rooms was rather than one was not exactly budget friendly all things considering. Steve had tried to persuade Rebecca to let you take his place while he took the floor for the time being but she insisted if that was going to happen you’d remain as far away from the couple as possible. 

Thankfully as it turns out the hotel were able to set up an extra bed in Robin’s room which you gladly took, leaving the couple behind as they got into what seemed to be a heated discussion. 

The silence of the night accompanied by the occasional snore from Robin left too much room for thinking. She’d passed out as soon as she saw the bed, not even the slamming of doors and heavy footsteps could wake her. Steve had come to apologise and of course you quickly brushed everything off but not before downing some alcohol to keep you somewhat stable with the tension weighing thick. All you wanted was for him to be happy which is why you let yourself give in to Rebecca’s every whim knowing it would make him happy. 

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You were only three days in by now and the final straw was her complete ignorance, you really didn't want to ruin anything for Steve but its as if everything she did was ignored or overlooked by him. She was clever enough to keep the jabs aimed at you on the lowdown but the outright tantrums she threw when things didn’t go her way and insults towards your friends made you see red. 

All you wanted was to chill with your friends and have fun at Paris’ Zoological Park after all it wasn’t everyday you’d get to see a multitude of animals kept in specific ecosystems replicated from their natural habitat.

Had you always sounded that geeky?

That was beside the point.

The point being that Rebecca ruining it was not happening.

You’d all agreed to go by bus since it was cheaper than getting a taxi everywhere and of course Rebecca had a problem with that. She’d made a whole point earlier about how she was so rich and privileged yet when you’d asked if she’d be willing to pay for the taxi she feigned offence, whining that you’d basically called her poor as she refused now calling you a charity case which if you didn’t realise by now, she definitely didn't do. 

After much debate Steve had talked her into it, if you weren’t so upset by his encouragement of her behaviour you would’ve wanted to know how on earth he managed it, assuming it was something along the lines of “I’ll make it up to you later” with a wink to seal the deal, it was the same old act he’d repeated time after time.

“Steve can I borrow you for a second?” You pulled him away from the group as you arrived at your destination. As much as you wanted everyone together you also wanted to enjoy just a couple of hours of peace so you’d decided to give Steve and Rebecca an out. 

“I know animal’s aren’t really your thing and that’s okay but maybe you and Rebecca will enjoy a little date at the coffee shop we passed?” Somewhat nervous as you explained to him that it wasn’t that you didn’t want them here, but they would probably enjoy being elsewhere more and that you would get to spend time as a group later. 

Thankfully he agreed, almost painfully the conflict written upon his usually angelic face but not because he was upset about missing out on a group activity but more because he wanted to please everyone, even when it was clear that would never happen. Perhaps any other time it would hurt how quickly he agreed and how little he actually cared for your interests, but it gave you a sense of relief knowing you’d get an afternoon free from her and free from having to pretend everything was okay. 

Although Steve was your best friend sometimes you forgot about the other two friends you also loved dearly and now was the time to truly appreciate them without any distractions. Just you, Robin and Eddie exploring Paris’ famous attraction and of course causing a little bit of mischief along the way. 

That was mainly Eddie’s fault though. 

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