#turns it up even louder when he sees Steve and rolls the window down

[corrodedcoughin]

Older Steve unironic pitbull/mr worldwide/mr 365 enjoyer. He has sung ‘I know you want me’ to Eddie in its entirety and I KNOW he has. Hotel room service is stobin’s SONG for getting pumped. Steve singing ‘I like it’ and doing the awful autotune in the shower as loud as he possibly can, no guilt

[luveline]

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary steve likes you, eddie munson's best friend, to the point of heart palpitations. you feel the same way about him [6k]

warnings fluff, getting together, mutual pining, first kiss, first date, eddie munson is a good friend, steve is hopeless, fem!reader, reader is hellfire club adjacent, reader is an overthinker and steve is a softie, pre-s4 post-s3, no s4 spoilers besides eddie + hellfire club existing

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The first time Steve sees you he's smitten.

You're sitting on the stoop of Eddie Munson's trailer. Coolest girl he's ever seen – and Steve doesn't go for the edgy type. Crazy cool clothes, hair all messy pretty and your eyes edged in dark makeup, you're fiddling with the cassette player in your lap, brows pinched in frustration.

Steve can't look long. He's dropping the lunch club off for some impromptu Hellfire gathering. The kids pile out, eager to see their new (no, Steve isn't bitter) friend with a chorus of rushed, half-hearted thank you's.

You push the headphones off of your ears as his kids approach.

"Hey, Y/N," they say, one by one as they enter the trailer and disappear from sight.

Steve is two seconds from leaving, swears, when he hears Lucas ask how you are.

"You know," you say, voice quiet and immediately intoxicating. Steve watches as you slowly push two fingers between your shiny lips and pretend to blow your brains out. You drop on your back and lie there for a moment, chest rising with easy, breezy laughter. The sound draws heat to his cheeks, worse the sight of your naked thighs.

He's hooked. He has to leave quickly, before you sit back up and indoctrinate him with your looks alone.

The next time he sees you is similar and not. You're sitting on the ground outside the movie theatre. Again, Steve is playing taxi cab for his doofuses, though this time the thank you's are slightly kinder, louder - he'd blown off a girl he didn't stand much chance with in the first place to bring them.

"Love you!" Dustin calls, slamming the passenger door.

You drop the cassette player in your hands and lean your head back against Eddie's thigh. Steve takes a few seconds to realise you're looking at him, head tilting this way and that to catch a glance at him through people's legs.

"Who's your friend?" he hears you ask Mike.

Mike doesn't even look. "Who? Steve? He's my sister's ex-boyfriend."

You smile at him. Steve, hating to be caught but not stupid enough to blush, nods at you through the window before turning the key. It's the suavest thing he's ever done and he's still applauding himself when you approach his window. He hadn't noticed you get up, distracted by triumph.

You knock the window. He rolls it down.

"Hi," you say.

"Hey," he says back. Then, cautiously, "You need something?"

You smell like a lot of things as you duck your head into his car. Mica and perfume and, softer, talc. Hairspray. Something else, wet like ink. He can't help looking at your make up, the rhinestones under your lower lashes, the shiny sticky pink on your lips.

"Steve," you say. He likes the way you say his name, confident, like you've always known it. You smile softly, at ends with your Joan Jett-esque levels of cool. "Do you wanna come see the movie?" Then, in what marks the beginning of the end, "With me?"

He knows he should play it out. Plus, he's startled. "I don't know, I'm just here to drop them off."

"It's okay if you have plans," you say. He catches a sneak of your tongue pressed behind - what he perhaps insanely thinks of as - cute teeth. You're talking to him in this lilting cadence that has him pinned. "But you drove all the way here, so if you're not busy…"

He pretends to consider.

"What movie?" he asks.

You bring a hand to your neck and secure a small silver pendant between your neatly lacquered nails. "Uh, it's called Day of the Dead. S'about zombies," you tell him. The way you say zombies - your voice goes high and airy, your lips move slow like they're catching up to the word, your eyebrows raised up. Eyes wide. He wants to play it back.

"Please?" you ask when he fails to reply.

He thinks he has to be dreaming. Or drugged again. Definitely drugged.

"Sure," he hears himself say, though he can't remember thinking about it.

You don't smile like he expects. You make a sound, a happy inhale, your eyes light up but your lips stay straight.

Steve thinks you might be nervous.

And sure, he can be a jerk but he's not a total douchebag. He gives you what he hopes is a reassuring smile and gets out of his car, locking the doors to follow you to the ticket stand. Closer now, Steve can't work you out: half dreamy, half fidgeting.

Your boots thud up carpeted stairs into the auditorium, the lights already down, previews blaring.

There's two empty seats next to Eddie. In the dark you catch the hem of his jacket between your fingers and pull him behind you.

His heart skips.

Eddie, in what Steve thinks of as his most mature greeting to date, nods at him and then turns to you curiously. "You okay?" he asks seriously.

"I'm perfect, Eds. Did we miss any good previews?" you ask, sitting heavily beside your friend and stealing a big handful of popcorn out of his lap.

Eddie only chuckles. "Nothing you'd like."

You nod and then turn to Steve shyly. "Sorry we didn't get snacks," you whisper. You offer your hand to him, full of popcorn.

He shakes his head. You look embarrassed but not surprised, tipping your head back to polish off your handful.

"You went to Hawkins High?" you ask with your hand over your mouth.

"I did. You didn't?"

"I did," you correct gently, wiping your hand on your thigh. "I graduated two years ago. When Eddie should have."

That makes more sense, though Steve's sorry he doesn't remember you. He was a little obsessed with Nance at the time.

"Do you work?" he asks.

You smile like you're about tell him a big secret, edging forward. Your arms brushes his arm on the rest between chairs. "You can't tell anyone."

"On my honour," he says, eyes wide, terrified you're a mercenary or worse, a cold caller.

"I desk at the library," you say.

He blinks. You giggle and Eddie shushes you, already sounding defeated. Chastened, you drop your voice to a barely perceptible level.

"I know, I don't look the type."

"No," he says, too loud, receiving several disgruntled glares. "No, you- Well, maybe you don't. But I don't look like I worked at Scoops Ahoy all summer, so…"

You slap a ring-laden hand over your shiny pout and try to smother a laugh. Bracelets slide down your wrist. "You do! You do look like you worked there," you say joyfully.

He can't find it in him to be offended.

You're milder as you settle back into your seat. A preview passes. You clear your throat.

"I'm sorry," you say, sounding worried, "if that was cruel. I get mixed up. I know- I mean, I don't know, but the Starcourt thing. That must've been awful."

Your words stick together like taffy. He releases you as quickly as he can.

"Hey, don't be sorry," he says, scoffing lighty. He readjusted where he's sitting, crossing his arms over his chest. "Doesn't matter." It's not like you'd meant anything by it.

You look less peaky but still hesitant.

"Would you believe me if I told you the worst part of my job was the uniform?" he jokes, wanting to put you at ease again.

"Was it really so bad?" you murmur, your lips slowly curving up into a smile.

"There was a mandated hat."

You laugh. People shush you aggressively. Steve feels something close to magnetism at the sound, and wants to make you do it again.

"Where do you work now?" you whisper as the movie begins.

"Video store by the arcade."

"Family Video?" you ask. He nods, looking down at your hands in your lap, your fingers. Your legs are shaking, minute trembling. You twist one of your rings around your fingers and he wonders what's making you nervous.

"That's the one."

You bend in close, so close he thinks he can smell your shampoo. Dusky, rosewater. Sweet.

"Maybe I can come see you. You can recommend me something."

"Sure," he says, too loud. Somebody coughs, though the cough sounds suspiciously like dickwad.

You watch Day of the Dead, stealing popcorn all the while. You pop the lid off of Eddie's drink and take sneaky sips, and your friend flicks your upper arm when you get greedy. In response, your bashful, peeling laughter.

"Fine, I'll get my own drink. You want one?" you ask Steve, standing with your back bent, necklace dipping down in the space between you. He follows it, looks accidentally straight at your chest and then back up, guilty and blushing. "Steve?" you ask.

"I'll come with you," he says, desperate to escape the dark, the warmth.

Steve follows you down the red, trodden carpet and back into the main body of the theatre, an atrium with high glass windows and wooden beams. It smells old, like dust. The sky is dark now, night eating up every bit of natural light. White cat eyes beam from the movie theatre's floors to guide you to the snack station, a brighter, well stocked haven of greasy foods and cold drinks.

You stand in front of the popcorn machine. It paints your skin with a golden yellow shine, like the sun. You're very quiet as you open your clutch, pulling out hair pins and chapstick and a lone cotton pad before you find your purse, a battered leather pouch embossed with hearts. He tries not to fill the silence, digging for his wallet in his pocket. He gets a too big coke and you deliberate over slurpee flavours, eventually asking for a mix.

"It's so quiet out here," you murmur around your straw.

"Like Family Video on a Friday," he agrees.

"Isn't Friday, like, one of your busiest nights?"

"Yep."

A burst of surprised giggles. Steve hides his smile with a cough, 'cos he's cool.

You pull the straw from your cup and lick it clean, digging for a certain flavour though he's not sure which, still laughing to yourself. Steve takes the initiative and leads you back up the stairs and to your seat, catching your jacket in his hand before you can walk down the wrong row.

You smile gratefully, your lips stained blue and red.

-

You're sitting on the pavement outside of Family Video. Steve can see your back, your hair.

He wonders why you're here, if it's to see him, and then if you're okay, and feels bad for thinking in that order.

"Robin," he says loudly, reluctant to tear his eyes from you lest you disappear like a shoddy apparition.

"Steven."

"Not correct."

"What, idiot?" Robin asks, picking her head up from the book stretched open in her lap. She sits up and her back clicks loudly.

Steve sighs in disgust. "That's gross, you know? You'll get, like, arthritis."

"You think arthritis is gross? Not cool, Steven."

"No, I meant them as two separate things. Gross to hear you click, and that the clicking will give you arthritis," he explains, exasperated. He runs a hand through his hair.

"That's a myth."

A long pause where Steve watches your back moving, how you're leaning forward towards the sun bleached tarmac.

"What?" he asks suddenly, turning from you finally to stare in disbelief at his best friend.

Robin is more than prepared to fight her cause, the leaves of her book closed around her hand like she'd been waiting for him to ask. She probably had been.

"It's a myth. Clicking your bones doesn't give you arthritis. The clicking sound is fluid moving- Are you even listening to me?"

Steve has dropped his head into his hands. He spreads his fingers wide so Robin can see his eyes. "Robin, we have more important things at hand."

"Like what? Keith's laundry?"

"Like Y/N is sitting outside right now!" he shouts, and then cringes. You don't show any sign of having heard him. He continues in a strangled whisper, "She's been out there for like, five minutes!"

Robin kicks up off of her stool to stand at Steve's side, up on tiptoes to see over the vinyl on the windows. She's listened to his inane rambling and insecure, badly disguised yearning all week, but hasn't had a face to a name until now. She makes a sound of approval like she can understand why Steve has been so wound up about you.

"Why's she on the floor?"

"She does that."

"Oh," Robin says, chin jutting up. "Are you gonna go talk to her?"

He wants to. Dreadfully. Intensely wants to.

"Or I could go talk to her," Robin offers, wrists touching. She rubs them together. Steve ignores her mischievous, shit-eating grin.

"Sure, Robs, you talk to her. Stun her with your stellar people skills."

Robin's lips push, as close as she's ever come to pouting. "Cruel."

"Yet accurate."

"If you're so amazing, why don't you go talk to her, hot shot? Woo her! Chop-chop."

Steve steels his nerves because even if he is about to make a huge fool of himself he's slightly worried about your on-the-ground position. Not unusual for you, but still.

"Are you okay?" he asks as he emerges.

You turn to Steve like you're unsurprised that he's there and offer your headphones to him. "Put these on?"

"Are you okay?" he asks again, voice not dissimilar to when he's bossing around the kids.

You hold the headphones to your chest and dip your chin. "Steve, I'm fine. Please?" you ask, offering them to him.

He puts on the headphones, bent at the waist for the wire to reach your cassette player. He quickly discovers the source of your unhappiness – the tape sounds bloated. Distorted.

"The tapes messed up," he says.

You shake your head with patience, though he can tell from your expression this isn't the first time you've explained it. "It's not the tape, it's the player."

Steve's back gives a twinge. I'm an old man, he thinks in horror, standing up straight with your headphones back in his hands.

"You drop it?" he asks expectantly.

You only frown more, looking generally put out. "No, I took great care of her. Scout's honor."

Steve sighs and decides to take the leap, sitting down beside you on the sidewalk. There's a small dip where the parking lot starts and he stretches one leg out across it, hand on his knee, the other across his abdomen.

"Can't one of your nerd club fix it?" he asks.

"I'm not actually in Hellfire Club, you know."

He didn't. "You can't ask? Eddie must've learned something at school after this many years. By accident. Like… osmosis."

"Eddie's on his third try for a reason," you say, picking at a small ladder in your tights on the side of your calf. You're wearing socks, too, peeking up just over the edge of your thick bottomed boots.

"You know Dustin?" he asks after a patch of silence he would find awkward with anyone who wasn't you. You make it peaceful, in a way. "He could take a look. He went to science camp and built, like, the world's strongest radio."

He can't tell if you're listening. Your eyes are trained on the sidewalk, its crack, and the weeds growing between them. There's a wet snapping sound.

You hold a small yellow flower between your fingers.

"A creeping buttercup," you tell him. You push your palm flat in the space between you both and lean towards him. "Do you like butter?"

"Do I- Yeah, sure, I like butter. Who doesn't?"

You lick your lips. "Mind if I check?" you ask him.

"Is that a trick question?"

"Steve," you say, chiding. You tilt your head to your shoulder and the breeze kisses your hair, ruffling soft strands as you hold the flower under his chin intently. He feels frozen.

"You love butter," you say, nodding like what you just said makes sense.

"Are you sure you're okay? Didn't hit your head on the way here?"

"Here. Hold it under my chin," you tell him, offering him the flower. You twirl its stem, though you stop when he moves to take it.

Steve feels like an idiot as he holds it by your neck.

"Closer," you say softly, lifting your head.

Steve raises his eyebrows but keeps his skepticism to himself. To his surprise, when the flower is close enough to your skin, a small patch of yellow light appears, gauzy around the edges.

"What the fuck…"

You lower your chin, your faces closer than Steve had realised. You look straight into his eyes. "It's a reflection of the light. 'Cos it's clear out."

He feels out of his element no matter how captivating he finds you – he can't get to grips with it. His silence quickly deters you; you look away from his face and your lips pull into a pout as you bite your bottom lip. You bend at the waist and mess with your shoelaces.

"Did you wanna come inside?" he asks, trying to fix whatever it is he did. Girls are complicated.

You cheer up a bit.

"Do you have anything like Day of the Dead?"

He has no clue.

"Sure we do," he says confidently.

He stands up fast and offers his hand. You take it, your palm smooth and cool in his, admittedly warmer and slightly calloused. He hopes the ease with which he pulls you up is impressive, then feels stupid for thinking that. You squeeze his fingers before you let go and follow him into Family Video.

-

"So, what? You like him?" Eddie asks you from above, cross-legged on his bed. Denim jacket nowhere to be seen, he sits in a t-shirt with the sleeves hacked off, tattoos on clear display, stark against his pale skin.

"Don't be jealous, Eds," you say mildly.

He crawls to the edge of the bed to look down at you where you lie on his floor. His hair tickles your nose and you hold in a sneeze.

"Nice face," he says.

"I think he likes me."

"Why wouldn't he? You're cool."

You stare at your best friend's earnest face. "You know why."

"No, I don't."

You close your eyes, head dipping to your shoulder. You can't hide from him, though you've tried. Your arms cross over your tummy in a self-hug.

The ground is cold. His uncle's trailer is always cold, frigid in the winter. Minimal insulation and no A/C. You rub your face into the scratchy rug beneath you and sigh morosely, suddenly overcome with a pinching misery.

"There's nothing wrong with you," Eddie says seriously.

"I don't think I can do it." It hurts to say, though you know Eddie won't judge you.

"What? Have a boyfriend?"

You nod. The mattress creaks as he moves. You're expecting his touch, though his cold finger flicking you square in the forehead startles you anyway. Your eyes jump open. You flinch up into a sitting position and rub your head.

"Shithead."

"Stop doubting yourself."

"I get so messed up. I'm a bad friend, I wouldn't- I wouldn't be a good girlfriend," you mutter, bringing your knees to your chest. You hide in them.

"You don't get messed up," he says.

"I'm stupid."

"Y/N," he says, dragging your name out sternly. "Here, come sit with me. I won't flick you again, promise."

You rub your eyes, smudging your makeup and stand reluctantly to flop onto his bed, his rumpled sheets a lump under your back. Eddie pulls your necklace from where it has ridden up your neck and drops it down the valley of your chest absent-mindedly.

"You're not stupid," he says gently. "And you don't get 'messed up'. You're overthinking things."

"I'm not," you argue. "I'm an idiot, and I say the wrong things, and maybe he does like me but it won't last long."

You didn't have an easy time in school. Eddie knows this, lived it with you, and he's blamed it a thousand times for your low self-esteem. Ever understanding, he hums to himself skeptically and grabs your shoulder, giving you a good shake. He doesn't stop until you're laughing.

"I'm trying to shake some sense into you," he confides. "You're really fucking cool. And I'm not just saying that because you've been copying me since middle school, you're really cool."

"Cool," you repeat.

"Awesome."

You run the chain of your necklace through your fingers and feel the links skip over your skin, frowning.

"I thought for sure he'd ask me out by now."

"Maybe you should ask him."

"He probably thinks I'm, like, a creepy stalker."

"Creepy, maybe. Stalker? For what? Visiting him at work? That's friendly." You're overthinking things, he doesn't say.

"I left him my phone number," you admit, whispering. "But he hasn't called me."

"Babe, you're always fucking here. Did you check your machine?"

Obsessively. "Yeah."

Eddie throws himself down and kicks his legs over your tummy, to your annoyance. He ponders and you sulk, the rough sounds of Black Sabbath playing in the background.

"You've only met him a few times, right?"

Right. The movies, the video store, once when you'd bumped into him at the arcade and a couple of times when he'd checked out books at the library.

Eddie smiles as you tell him. "The library?"

"Yeah."

"He's visiting you at work?"

You think back to the last time you'd seen him, all of ten minutes across the desk with your clean library uniform and your neat hair. You finally cracked and asked him if he thought it suited you better.

"You look great," Steve had said, smiling lopsided, "but I miss your pretty gems. Oh, we have Friday the 13th back in. I kept it for you..."

"No, he's visiting the library," you say.

Eddie chuckles, his deep, teasing laugh. "And before you met, you saw him in there a lot, huh?"

"Well, no."

"So it's a coincidence that he found out where you work and he's suddenly an academic?"

"Shut up, Eddie," you plead, covering your face with your hands.

"Fine, whatever, we'll stop talking about it. Wanna paint my nails?"

"No."  

You get up and paint his nails. You've done one hand pretty well when there's the sound of a car parking outside. Eddie turns down the stereo and you stare at each other curiously, listening for clues.

"Your uncle?"

"No. Probably for someone else."

Instantly disproved, there's a knock at the door, breaking up the silence. Eddie sighs dramatically and climbs over your legs to answer, his footsteps clumsy. "Yeah, coming," he calls. You stand and peer around the doorway, waiting to see who it is.

Eddie opens the door. "Harrington," he says, surprised, vaguely disgusted. "The munchkins aren't here."

"No, I know. I'm looking for Y/N."

You feel a stab of excitement right to your heart and scramble for Eddie's mirror, looking over your face and outfit with something close to terror looming – you're in an old band t-shirt covered in hair-dye from Eddie's red and pink phase and a skirt that's too short. You pull it down to make sure everything is properly covered.

"Yeah, she's here," Eddie says, though the door creaks as he closes it slightly, his voice a fraction from intimidating as he asks, "Who's asking?"

"Me?" Steve asks.

Your socks slide over linoleum in your rush to stop Eddie from being a total dick, edging him out of the way with your hip. He doesn't budge. You shove him with a huff and smile at Steve, trying to calm your pounding heart.

"Steve, hi."

"Hey," he looks over your shoulder. You turn, see Eddie standing there looking unimpressed. He waves. You glare at him fiercely and step over the threshold, shutting the door behind you.

You don't second guess as you take Steve's wrist into your hand, pulling him down the steps and into the short grass to make sure Eddie can't eavesdrop. It's damp under your socks.

Steve looks hot. You're a simple girl, you won't deny that. His hair looks more windblown than usual, lazy strands falling into his face. His eyes are serious, light brown and edged in straight lashes you would count if he let you, brows slightly lifted. You realise he's taking you in as you do the same and feel self conscious, shifting from foot to foot.

"Sorry, I look weird. I didn't-" you bite your tongue. I didn't know you were coming, you'd almost said, but of course you didn't, and telling him you would've dressed up if he was coming might scare him off.

Any anxiety you'd had is soothed as he takes your hand, still loosely clasped around his wrist, and squeezes the centre of your palm with his thumb.

"Are you kidding?" he asks, hand moving down, thumb rubbing over your pulse point. "You look beautiful. Don't worry about it."

His nonchalance trips you up. You can feel your heart in your mouth, like a hummingbird on your tongue.

"What did… what did you wanna ask me?" you stammer.

Steve drops your hand. "I tried calling, but I figured you'd be here. Uh, so-" he laughs, pulling a hand through his hair before dipping into the pocket of his jacket. You watch his arms then his hands.

"I got these," he says, pulling two tickets from his pocket. White and a third red, he offers them to you. You take them, enough adrenaline running through you that your hands are shaking and you struggle to read what they say.

Steve jumps in. "I know you really liked Day of the Dead. They're doing a showing in Indianapolis, one of those fancy theatre's where everyone dresses up as zombies, and like, they throw fake guts on you. Or something."

"Oh," you murmur. Awesome, you think. Oh my god. "That's sick."

"Right?"

"And you…"

"I want you to go with me. I want to take you," he says firmly. "On a date."

"A date."

"It's Friday. I'll pick you up, we'll drive there in the morning. Hang around, we can go wherever you want for dinner, see the sights."

"This is before or after we dress up like zombies?" you ask, hiding a huge smile.

Steve blushes, let it be written, his cheeks red. He sounds frustrated as he says, "Right, not my best idea. Before? We can get ready in the car," his voice fades before he finishes. "That's not a good idea."

He starts on a self deprecating waffle that you can't allow. You press the tickets to your chest, way too happy. "This is pretty cool."

"You think so?" he asks quickly, strung out.

"Yeah," you say fondly.

"Oh."

You almost step on his toes as you kiss his hot cheek. He smells nice. You set back on your heels and linger, trying to work out what his cologne smells like. Something fresh, not quite lemony.

You get a bit dizzy and carried away, stroking the curve of his arm with the back of your hand. Steve makes a sound like a hiccup and you remember yourself, stepping away bashfully, afraid to meet his eyes.

"So," Steve says, sounding relieved. Excited. "You'll go?"

"Yeah. It sounds awesome."

"It's a date," he says.

You tell him your address and he promises to call you to smooth out all the details but he really has to go to work. You climb back up the stairs and close the door almost all the way, watching as Steve gets in his car through the crack. He sits motionless for a bit before he fist pumps the air, says, "Yes! Ugh, yes. Still got it. Still got it, Hawkins."

You close the door.

"Ew, you look happy. Harrington cop a feel?" Eddie says.

"Something like that."

-

You're running down a dark alleyway with Steve's hand in yours. He's almost dragging you. Dude runs fast.

"I ran track!" he tells you helpfully.

You can't help the breathless laughing as you go, nervous and humming with energy. You'd both been having a great time at dinner and lost track of time, and now it's twenty minutes until doors open for Day of the Dead and neither of you look particularly lifeless.

You almost slam into the back door of his BMW, scrambling inside. Steve is quick behind you, upending the bag with your change of clothes onto the back seat. Your makeup and fake blood tumble out after it. He reaches up to turn on the overhead light.

"Fuck," Steve says, face carved in shadow. "Fuck. We don't have time."

"Sure we do," you say, tugging your shirt off quickly. Steve looks pointedly away once he notices your predicament. You chuckle. "Steve, just get changed. I don't care if you look."

"I'm a gentleman," he insists, rushing, the two of you folding and bumping into each other in a hurry to get dressed into your old clothes.

You catch flashes of his bare chest as he buttons down then buttons up, his legs, his thighs. You feel heat lick every stretch of skin you have at the sight. Oh, he's hairy, you think, and then have to slam your eyes shut to stop from thinking sick (completely normal, dirty) thoughts.

You pull your tights off of your ankles, blush at the idea of being sequestered in a car with him in your underwear, and leap to replace them with a pair of tight, pinstriped trousers, shrugging into them with great difficulty. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly as you pull on your blouse, white for the best fake blood effect, buttoning up just enough to hide your bra.

Make up next. You want to look scary and, importantly, believable. You fish for the make up you'd brought and have managed to suitably brush up your dark eyes with purples to look bruised and sickly by the time Steve has finished redressing. He tightens the tie around his neck.

"You next," you say.

Steve hesitates. "I've never done any makeup before."

You don't blink. "That's okay. I'll do it for you, if you want me to."

Steve climbs closer over your discarded clothes, close enough to hear his breathing, still fast. You brush the hair out of his eyes and they find yours, the two of you sharing a private smile, though there's no one else around.

"Will you ruin my good looks?"

"You'll be a very handsome zombie," you promise.

You reach for his face.

"You need to get closer," you tell him, fingers hooked under his ear. You tilt his head to the light.

"I can't," he says.

You steel your nerves and grab onto his shoulder gently, anchoring yourself as you climb up into his lap. If he's surprised he doesn't show it, his big hands coming up to your waist. You can feel the heat of each finger clearly on your skin where he grips you and the heat of his thighs like a furnace underneath yours. You try not to brush against him, standing up on your knees.

You use your fingers, rubbing them gently in the powder shadows and then over his silky skin. Big stripes of purple, a wash of yellow around his pretty eyes. He closes them as you dab a dark red under his eyelashes. You grow closer still, your breath fanning over his face. His hand skips respectably over your back and down to your thigh, holding you up. It's helpful. It's torture. You try not to breathe too loudly.

"You have really soft skin," you say, using your thumb to spread dark contour under his cheekbone, one side of his face gaunt.

You cover your work with your hand as his eyes open.

"Yeah?" he asks.

This closeness. Suddenly, abruptly, the feelings you're trying to push down rear their heads, and the heat becomes hard to ignore.

"Yeah," you murmur, thumb under his eye. He looks ridiculous. You know you look the same.

"Am I done?" he asks. His hand squeezes your thigh as he adjusts his hold.

"Not quite," you say.

You finish his makeup in silence. Time slows. You forget that you're late, content to feel his features under your hands, to learn the planes and dips of his face for the first time like this. You tuck his hair behind his ears carefully, smoothing back his hairline.

He's looking up at you. You sit down in his lap and he moves his hands to behind your back, his head following you down intently. He looks serious.

You draw your hand from his face and drop it onto his thigh, your rings brushing over starchy slacks.

It's his turn to touch you. Steve's hand comes to your face, his broad palm over the entirety of your cheek. You wait for something though you're not sure what, frozen with apprehension, simply watching him take you in.

"Do I look scary?" you ask, eyes on his lips.

They part before he answers, like he knows what he's going to say before he says it. "Horrifying," he murmurs wryly, hand gently pulling your face towards his.

You lift your chin to meet his lips, the muscles of his forearms shifting against your chest as he cups your face in both hands, guiding you to him. Your lips touch, tentative at first, one small kiss that feels more than warm, a homely, perfect fit. He pulls back and you don't, tapping the tip of his nose with yours until he opens his mouth.

You sneak in as his hand runs down your neck, your arm, slow and sleek. He makes a small sound as he takes the lead, opening you up, and it tickles your lips with its vibrations. He sounds content. You're feeling similarly happy, grabbing at his hand where it holds your face, squeezing his wrist to hold it in place as you push yourself into his arms. He takes you eagerly, pulling you chest to chest.

His head bumps the window. You pull apart, panting and happy and giggling, your lips damp and tingling. Steve rubs the back of his head, looking at you with an expression you can't describe.

"What?" you ask, wiping at his bottom lip with your thumb where your lipstick has stained him.

"How come you're so pretty, even like this?"

"Like this, a zombie?" Steve nods slowly. "Let me know when you find out, Harrington."

He pulls you back in with a smirk that sets your tummy aflame. "You think I'm pretty?" he asks, lips a millimetre from yours.

"Super pretty," you say, and kiss him. He loves on your top lip like you've got all the time in the world, kisses warm and slick. "Almost as pretty as me," you say between them.

He slows your kisses, gives you one last peck over your burning mouth. "No one's as pretty as you," he says agreeably.

You beam. Steve beams back though it quickly fades as he brings his arm up to check his watch.

"We're so late," he says, manhandling you off of his lap with an apologetic grimace. "C'mon, we still gotta cover you in blood."

You both get out and Steve sprays you down with fake blood. You laugh as he does, the cold liquid tickling your skin as it trickles down your face and your chest and your tummy.

Steve takes his own bloodying with far less laughter  though he smiles at your glee. He's so handsome you can't help it, stepping into his space for another kiss. There's blood on your lips, evidently, as it transfers to his.

"We need to go," you say, like it's his fault.

"Wait. I have something for you."

Steve opens the driver's side and takes a small object from under the seat. He hands it to you.

"I called in a favour. Dustin and Lucas fixed it up, I checked, like, ten tapes. It works."

In your hands the bane of your existence, your faulty Walkman. There's a fake blood mark in the shape of his thumbprint on the side and you decide you're going to leave it there forever, looking to him with a completely uncool amount of affection.

"Steve," you say happily, a heat behind your eyes.

"I got sick of seeing you pouting, that's all," he says hotly, crossing his arm over his chest. "Now you can stop sulking."

You throw your hands around his neck to hug him tightly, the Walkman pressed to his neck. He oomphs, hands flying to your sides. Your face against his shoulder, you curl a strand of his brown hair around one of your fingers. "Thank you." You dot a corn syrup kiss against his throat. "You're the coolest," you say as you pull away.

His hands move from around your back to your shoulders, holding you at arms length. "People have said that about me."

"I bet."

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happy birthday @giiiiigiiiii! here's a tiny lil thing for my dear musician friend. 🥺💗

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There’s music when Eddie finally comes home. There has been a schedule mix up at work, leading his coworker to come early. Eddie decided to take it as a little blessing. Maybe get some take out for Steve, they can lounge around the rest of the night.

They haven’t really seen each other a lot lately, Steve has been busy with school and work and Eddie with work and band.

Eddie tiptoes to the their master bedroom, ready to tackle his boyfriend with kisses and love. The soft strumming grows louder as he walks closer, he doesn’t really think anything of it. Steve likes putting on soft music as he studies, something about it calming him down.

He peeks his head, and gapes at the sight that he sees. Steve’s back is facing him, but he could still see him strumming Eddie’s old acoustic guitar.

Eddie stands and watches for a while, the sunlight streaming from the open window, the soft yellow dancing against Steve’s skin. He doesn’t know where Steve hid the camera, and he wishes he knew because he wants to keep this scene close to his heart, frame it for his bedside, print it for his wallet.

Steve doesn’t know how to play. Eddie knows this, they’ve been together now for almost three years, and he’s never seen Steve taken interest in playing. The melody he’s strumming is familiar, though Eddie can’t exactly pinpoint what song it is.

“Hey.” Eddie says, breaking the silence and making Steve jump a mile away from their bed.

“Oh my god!” He shrieks, the guitar instinctively turning into a weapon, “What the hell, Eddie?!”

“What the hell to you too. I didn’t know you could play.” Steve immediately sets the guitar down.

“I don’t know how to play.” Steve looks away, looking at anything but Eddie.

“Nuh-uh,” Eddie laughs, “Come on. How did you learn? Who taught you?”

Eddie fake gasps, “Steve Harrington, are you cheating on me?” He smiles right after, to let the other know that he’s joking, that Eddie knows that Steve will never do anything like that.

Steve glares at him, “Of course not!”

“Well tell me. What were you playing?”

Steve purses his lips at him, in the cute way he does when he’s contemplating about things. He sighs, plopping next to Eddie on the bed and taking back the guitar. They stare at each other for a while, as Eddie smiles encouragingly at his boyfriend.

Steve sighs, before finding the chords on the body, softly playing as he sings, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.”

Eddie breaks into the biggest smile, his jaw hurting and his teeth clenching together. Steve smiles back at him, his eyes soft and sparkling against the light. There’s nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes, and Eddie prays that Steve Harrington will look at him like this for the rest of his life.

“Happy birthday, dear Eddie. Happy birthday to you.” Steve finishes his song, his hand reaching up to cup Eddie’s face.

“Was it that bad that you’re crying?” Steve pouts, wiping away his tears. Eddie didn’t even realize he was crying.

Eddie laughs wetly, “No, no. This is— this are happy tears, sweetheart.”

Steve sets aside the guitar, “You ruined the surprise, but that was supposed to be one of my birthday gifts for you. Max has been teaching me how to play for the last two months.”

Eddie stares at him, his eyes fleeting to Steve’s hands, calloused at the finger tips from learning a few simple chords just for him. He can’t even comprehend the fact that someone loves him that much to do that for him.

“I love it.” Eddie says, breathless with disbelief, “It’s the best gift I could ever gotten.”

Steve rolls his eyes, “It’s just one song.”

Eddie shakes his head, “No. I’m saying the truth. I love it, sweetheart. Thank you.”

Steve stares at him, his cheeks colored red from the praise. Eddie takes the guitar and puts it back on his lap, “Play it again.”

“You want me to sing happy birthday again?”

“Yes. Please. We’ll have to record it so I can listen to it whenever I want.”

Steve giggles, but he doesn’t say anything more as he starts strumming again, his voice soft as he sings the familiar words.

Eddie has always thought he wouldn’t live past 25. But right now, two days before he turns 25, the sun is warm on his skin, the soft strumming of the guitar filling the silence. Steve's smiling at him, the love of his life learning a few chords just for him.

Eddie's more than happy to be alive.

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Billy’s girl | Eddie Munson x fem!reader part 2 - ❝ Why are you always so sad, pretty girl?❞

A/N: Part 3 coming soon-ish. Hope y’all enjoy!  !! English is not my first language!! feel free to point out any spelling/grammar mistakes. Thanks ♥

☇ summary: You are trying to get over your ex-boyfriend’s death by getting high out of your mind. Your plans fail as you realize that you don’t need drugs to forget Billy, you need someone to make you forget.

☇ warnings: drugs, sexual innuendos, sexual tension, alcohol, mentions of death, TRAUMA, bad coping mechanisms, season 3 spoilers

☇ pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader 

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As the music dies out, you feel yourself coming down from the high. The rest of the evening was spent in Steve’s car, listening to Robin and Eddie’s high conversations about everything and nothing at the same time. You lost track. Eddie kept rambling about how much he wishes his D&D games were real. If only he knew about what actually goes on in Hawkins.

Both you and Steve were quiet throughout the evening and you knew exactly what Steve was thinking about.

You and Steve bonded when you started your job at Scoops Ahoy. Sure, both of you went to the same high school, but your high school years were lonely. The only friend you had was Billy, but when he disappeared from your life, you found yourself wanting to form other connections. Platonic connections, preferably. Steve “the hair” Harrington was a good candidate, but only after you made it clear that you were not interested in dating him. You wanted to tell him about Billy, and how much you missed him that summer, but you were afraid of losing Steve.

Your summer turned upside down. Literally.

After chasing clues and Russians, you, Steve and Robin were inseparable. Trauma bonding is strong, and your summer was awfully traumatic.

“Oh, shit… the cops.” Steve’s voice brought you back to reality as he quickly turns the car engine on.

You look through the back window and spot a police car. You feel the paranoia creeping through your whole body. “Son of a bitch…” you manage to mumble.

“Oh, no, no, no!” Eddie exclaims and opens the door.

Caught in the heat of the moment, you open the car door and get out. “What are you doing?” you ask as the police sirens get louder.

“My van is close; I can’t leave it here!” he answers and takes a look at the watch around his wrist. “Are you coming?”

“Y/N, come back!” Steve rolls the car window down.

“Come on, beautiful!” Eddie’s voice echoes through your head.

Your fight or flight instincts kick in when you see the red and blue colors as the police car gets closer to Steve’s car. Of course, you follow Eddie. Eddie wouldn’t ask about Billy and he would spare the big sob story. You take his hand as you start running through the dark forest. The cold air sends a shiver down your spine, but you keep running. You run, and run, and run, until the police sirens begin to fade away.

Eddie lets go of your hand and you open the van door, hopping in the passenger’s seat.

“What’s up? First time running from the police?” Eddie asks and starts the car engine.

“Yes!” you cry and give him a concerned look. He winks in return and you let out a long sigh. “Where are we going?”

“My castle, princess.” As your heart skips a beat, you find yourself staring at Eddie, still in disbelief that you chose to follow him instead of sticking with your friends.  

Grief is a big part of the healing process. That’s what your mother kept saying. She said it after your father passed away, she said it after your dog passed away and she said it after Billy passed away but you’ve always wondered how much you have to grief in order to heal. As you got colder and colder after Billy’s death, you found yourself unable to talk about him. The idea of facing your best friends tomorrow, and explaining to them what you’ve been through is terrifying.

You’re used to mourning alone. That’s how it was and that’s how it is now.

“So, Billy’s girl?” Eddie asks as he takes a right turn, entering a trailer park.

“I really don’t want to talk about it.” You shut him down. After he stops the car, you take a look around the trailer park and finally realize why it looks familiar. Max lives here. Billy’s step sister, Max.

“Welcome to the Munson Castle!” Eddie opens the trailer’s door. “After you, princess.”

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“So why did you choose to come with me?” Eddie rests his head on his hand, looking at you.

Eddie’s bedroom is nothing like you expected it to be. It has a lot of personality and you find it weirdly cozy. His bed is comfortable and you’re starting to get used to the tobacco smell.

“Why did you ask me to come with you?” you ask switching positions, now laying on your back on his oddly comfortable bed. You turn your head to face him, and you just know he would do anything to lay besides you. Instead, Eddie shifts in his desk chair and takes another drink from his can of beer.

Maybe not.

Maybe he doesn’t like you.

“Because you fascinate me.” He shrugs. “You’re so quiet and mysterious.”

“What?” you can’t help but laugh. “You’ve known me for half a day, Munson.” You add as you break eye contact and let your eyes wonder around the room.

“Then tell me about yourself, Y/L/N.” Eddie gets up from his chair and lays down besides you. You can’t get yourself to look at him. His body being so close makes you nervous. Fuck.

“I don’t do that.” Your answer is followed by a nervous chuckle.

“Would you like something to help you with that?” he asks as he waves a joint through the air. You try to get it from his hand. “No.” Eddie gets up and lights the joint. He takes a puff and places himself on top of you. “Open.” Speechless, you obey him just as you did a couple of hours ago, in Steve’s car. The smoke swiftly invading your lungs.

Unable to take your eyes off of him, you wonder if he will kiss you. He doesn’t. Instead, Eddie collapses besides you on the bed and sighs. “Okay!” you give up. “What do you want to know?” You lift your upper body and lean against his bedframe.

“Anything.” Your heart skips a beat when Eddie places his head on your lap. “Is this okay, princess?”

“Yes, and… can you stop calling me princess? My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N…” the way Eddie says your name makes you melt.

It makes you melt, but it also turns you on.

Eddie hands you the joint and you take a big puff. “Okay… my name is Y/N, I enjoy long walks on the beach and writing.”

“And Billy.” Eddie adds and you feel your body tense. “I’m sorry. You like writing? Really?”

“Yes.” You blow the smoke on his face and he laughs. “I like writing about things and people that don’t exist.”

“You know… Dungeons and Dragons is about things and people that don’t exist. You should join our campaign.” He smiles.

“I will consider it, just because I like your face.” You smile back.

“Ouch!” he exclaims. “Just my face? What about my personality? My company? What about all the things that I have to offer, Y/N?” Eddie asks with a very dramatic tone.

“What do you have to offer, Eddie?” you laugh.

“I cannot believe this!” he exclaims and suddenly gets up. “Lets dance.” After starting his cassette player, Eddie places the joint between his lips and grabs you by the hand.

You can’t help but laugh and join him. Your body quickly gets used to his body’s movements. As he spins and pulls you close to him, you find yourself enjoying the rock music, and most importantly, enjoying his company. You allow his hands to explore your waist and he allows yours to explore his biceps. Both of you get lost in the smoke, the music, the moment. Eddie pulls you closer to him and you rest your head on his shoulder when the songs gradually become slower. You don’t want this embrace to end. You don’t want this night to end.

“Why are you always so sad, pretty girl?” he asks. “Happiness looks so good on you.”

Why does he always know what to say? Your grip becomes stronger when you feel tears running down your cheeks. “Billy. Loss. Loneliness. Everything.” Taking a few seconds before answering, you finally spill it out.

“Oh, no, don’t cry.” Eddie mutters. Feeling his distress, you let go of the beautiful boy and pull yourself away from him. “I’m sorry, if it isn’t a good time, I-“

“It’s fine, Eddie.” You cut him off and sit on the edge of his bed. “I just… have not talked to anyone about him.” Eddie sits down beside you. “I don’t know how to.”

“You don’t have to.” He cups your face with his hands and wipes your tears.

“Senior year.” He lets go of your face. “Billy had just moved in Hawkins and I was painfully lonely.” You pause, looking at a very concerned Eddie. “My dad passed away two years prior to that, and my social skills were not the best. But that’s what Billy liked about me. I was quiet, pretty and smart. But he did not want to date me. He would take me on dates, he would take me to parties, he would drive me around…” your voice breaks as you start missing the feeling of being with Billy. “But he never made it official.”

“What?” Eddie asks with a tremendously confused look on his face.

“Billy wanted to be with me, but didn’t want to world to find out.” You continue. “Now that I say it out loud, it sounds stupid.” You force a smile. “But I loved him. I think.” You whisper the last part, hoping that Eddie did not hear it.

“Billy sounds like a bitch!” Eddie exclaims. “What man in his right mind would not want the world to find out you are his girlfriend?”

You smile. A genuine smile. You lean your head on his shoulder and smile. “Satisfied now?” you ask him.

Eddie lifts your face with his finger. “Yes.” He smiles.

You wonder for a second if he can hear your heart beat. It’s beating so fast, and you swear that your legs would give up if you weren’t sitting down. His touch is gentle and his smile is contagious. Eddie clears his throat and removes his hand, breaking the eye contact.

“Eddie…” you grab his hand, forcing him to face you. “Why don’t you kiss me?” you find yourself talking, faster than your brain can process. “You never kiss me, when you want to.”

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fangs. part two. thursday night. // steddie x reader

part one. || part three. || part four.

plot: eddie wasn’t dead. He could never leave his girl to face the world without him, and he would make sure of it. even if he was a little bit different. 

pairing: steddie x fem!reader, eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 10.4k

warnings: 18+, dark!eddie, perv!eddie, stalker!eddie, vampire!eddie, kaz!eddie, porn with plot, dark content, rough sex, p in v, choking, dirty talk, degradation, markings, obsessive behavior, violence, masterbation, jealousy, intrusive thoughts, slapping, hair pulling, cum in v, croptop!steve, daddy!steve, cuck!steve oversharing, spanking, biting. slight cnc. established consent.

a/n: hi guys! i hope you’re liking my series so far. this part is just pure gross smut and the smallest bit of fluff and plot. it also takes place from where part one left off! i hope you enjoy! 

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work. minors do not read. eighteen plus only. please be kind and reblog or comment if you enjoyed!

eddie would always go to your house after his hellfire club disbanded for the night. however, tonight was different. eddie had moved this weeks meeting to thursday so it didn’t clash with his band practice on friday. he called the shots so what did it matter?? after all he was feeling a little pent up after watching you in a skimpy skirt all day. he saw the way you blushed when he came to your rescue, and he wanted to see more of that pretty pink color on your cheeks.

he sat outside your window at the perfect time. he knew you would be getting out of the shower soon. a guttural moan left his lips a little louder than he expected when he was peeking through your windows. you walked into the room draped in just a towel with damp hair. he palmed himself as his stomach turned. really he could just jump through the window. take advantage of you. he wonders how you would react. he was indifferent. watching you squirm under him sounded like a dream, but maybe if you somehow reciprocated the feelings he shared for you. eddie would want to make your first time perfect. gracefully, you dropped your towel and slowly got dressed. he pulled his jeans down just past his crotch so he could slide them back on at a fast pace if anyone caught him. the thought excited him. pulling his cock out of the slit in his boxers. his eyes rolled back as he gripped himself. you would be putting on your pajamas soon so his pace increased. desperately trying to get off before your perfect body would be hidden from him. you put on a ugly green hawkins high t-shirt you had cut into a crop top and a simple black thong. if only you knew eddie was watching you a few feet away. he choked back a loud moan and watched you slowly pull the thin fabric over your cunt. he gripped his cock tighter, and slowed his pace. he tried so hard to hold it, but prematurely he finished. ropes of cum decorated his jeans. him imagining how easy it would be to rip those panties off  pushed him over the edge. he bit his shirt collar to muffle any moans as you turned off the lights and got into bed. he cleaned himself up with his black handkerchief as he watched you slide into bed.

to his surprise, you turned on your bedside lamp. it dimly illuminated your room.

‘shit, shit, shit, shitshitshit.’

eddie whispered as he cleaned himself up faster. just then, he realized you didn’t seem interested in what was creeping outside your window. you were  just softly rutting your hips against your mattress. you wanted to make it quick. to you it was just a little stress relief. for him, you were blowing his mind. and you had absolutely no idea. he gasped and watched you stir. you pulled the blanket off of you. your knees were up and your legs were spread. eddie bit his tongue. hard. he was standing up now to get a better view. his mind raced as he clasped his hands together, he looked towards the sky and said,

‘oh thank you god for blessing me tonight.’ he kissed his knuckle and pointed it towards the sky.

he had just finished. yet, seeing you in such a vulnerable position got him hard again. jeans tight around the waist as he hummed sweet whimpers. he dug his fingernails into your windowsill trying to get a better look. you were so pretty. he wanted to ruin you. wondering what you were thinking about. needing to see your facial expressions as you moaned out his name. desperately wanting to corrupt you. he could touch you so much better. he could really show you how to take care of yourself. he so desperately wanted you to let him show you. his head lolled back while griping his knees. your hand snaked down and touched your clit gently. a moan left your lips. eddie sat back down and pulled his cock out. quicker than he’d like to admit. he felt like such a fucking virgin. hearing your soft voice tremble made his cock unbearably sore. he was still sensitive though. he was quite happy when he watched you set the pace to be slow and steady. following your lead he did the same. studying your movements and watching intently. he could really use this to his advantage. if he ever got the chance. your left hand grabbed your nipples and teased them. moaning a little louder now. eddie’s eyes didn’t know where to look, he was so overwhelmed. thoughts of your pursed lips and how he would kiss you filled his head. listening to you whimper and beg for him to touch you while he played with your soft lips. through breathless kisses, you would beg him,

‘please eddie? need you... please?’ he imagined your soft voice.

he would use his big fingers to slowly tease up and down your wet slit while he softly bit your neck. he wanted to bite hard. leaving marks all over you. knowing very well that being to rough with you would scare you away. he hid that part of his personality away from you. only because the metalhead had a serious soft spot for you. he promised himself that if he had the chance he would be so caring and gentle at first. or at least try the best he could. however, the mental image of purple and blue marks draped up and down your neck, crowded his mind. that would show those jocks not to mess with you. he imagined the look on steve and tommy’s face. that thought really turned him on. you moaned loudly holding your blankets up to your mouth to muffle your moans. like clockwork his legs started to shake. hand gripping the bottom of his shaft. realizing how close he was. he growled as he bit his lip not able to contain himself, and coming to another orgasm. he cleaned himself up while he watched you reach your climax. he would save that as a mental image. cursing at himself for finishing before you. you huffed out your chest and covered yourself up.

‘goodnight, eddie’ he froze.

he turned quietly back to your window, he watched you grab a bear that was missing an eye and had a silly white shirt on. you hugged it tightly and turned off your lamp and went to sleep. the way his name danced off of your lips was blissful.

‘jesus h christ’ his tone was stressed.

he threw his head back and whimpered. a deep sigh left his lungs while he was clutching his chest. in that moment he thought you had caught him. the thrill made his heart flutter before he walked away from your window. he whispered,

‘goodnight, sweetheart.’ he whispered.

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then next thursday came. eddie was gripping his knees through his jeans, just like he had from outside your window. you were sitting in the cafeteria a few tables across from eddie. wearing the cutest outfit he had ever seen on you. he swore by it. eddie fidgeted with the rings on his knuckles. lunch couldn’t keep his already faulty attention span. images of you touching yourself in your bed ran through his head. all damn day. he just watched silently as you at your lunch. his eyes were lustful and his pupils were heavily dilated. he just stared. you took a bite out of your lunch, and his eyes focused in on your lips. the members of the hellfire glanced at him. making sure not to make direct eye contact to upset him. eddie had noticed this of course, but he was to entranced by your posture, looks, and those god damn lips. he could admit though. the snickering and giggles that came from the freshmen sat at his table annoyed him. after he so graciously invited to sit with him and his band of misfits. it was beginning to piss him off.

‘what?’ eddie finally snapped

he didn’t move his eyes off of you and his jaw staying clenched.

‘it’s j-just that you, well, you haven’t mentioned if we were meeting to do hellfire club… and last week you moved the day, s—‘

the boy speaking got cut off by the sound of eddie’s fist hitting the table. the sudden noise coming from the other end of the cafeteria made you jump. you turned your head to face the noise. startled at your sudden movement, eddie dropped his gaze from you. instead he looked towards the boy who just spoke. you didn’t pay much attention to him but you knew how to read his body language. eddie had become obviously very nervous after bringing your attention to him. you gave him a confused look. that was different. eddie never looked away from your eye contact. from you perspective you couldn’t quite place what had changed. god, if only you knew. eddie’s lips moved but you couldn’t quite hear him.

‘oh my dear liege. you’re right.’ he says to the boy.

he uses all the confidence in his body to direct his eyes back towards you while speaking. the dumb look thats all over your face drives eddie up the wall. you were really so precious. his eyes glittered in your direction. you could barely hear what he was saying to the boys on his left but you were so curious in what was being shared now. eddie talked like he was always in theater. frailing his arms around in big gestures to match his speech. you tried reading his lips but got a little distracted when his tongue flipped out against his top lip. you divereted your stare and focused on your food instead. eddie caught that. from the other side of the cafeteria the conversation continued to boom,

‘im sorry but…’ eddie trails off,

risking another glance you lifted your chin. he sent you a wink from across the cafeteria. did he just wink at you? that was new. you blushed but his eyes never left yours.

‘tonight...? well.’

there was a pause. eddie lost in thought trying to come up with any excuse to postpone hellfire so he could be outside your window tonight.

‘im busy!’ he yells so the rest of the cafeteria could hear him now.

eddie jumped on the table and walking towards the edge. the boys awkwardly chuckle as he does his routine. he began with yelling at the jocks, the preps, then the smartasses, and finally those in between. people always viewed eddie as someone that would be bullied in highschool. truth was. he was feared. not by you, of course you knew he was all bark. no bite. growing up in hawkins as a nerdy boy that had different interests than his peers was a problem. it was more of a problem because it turned eddie cold. no one seemed to be interested in the character that he tried to conform to. he had a hard time making friends in junior high. after his freshman year he decided to start dressing how he wanted to. non-conforming to the current times or trends. he would wear dark ripped clothes and large rings and chains. this had it’s own problems though. eddie develop a bad boy demeanor because of his fashion sense. people would blame anything on him just because of his visual appearance. no one ever gave him the time of day. except you. passing notes, freshman year. eddie thought back to that time a lot. maybe if he was less cold you both could’ve really been friends. it was harder for to make friends. that’s why he started his after school club. people that judged his character thought he was ‘mean and scary’ but it really was just self expression. he was the softest person ever. he was good with younger students. not really on anyones bad side, but no one was his number one fan either. well, maybe steve was. he acted like eddie’s existence was gonna be the death of him. was that a good thing? or a bad thing? however, back to the scene at hand. eddie being viewed as a ‘freak’, in the end, turned him into one. he learned to abuse and use his scary façade to his advantage. he would bicker with the popular kids, and always show off. not one of them dared to actually throw a punch or really threaten him. you share a few more glances with him while he parades ontop of the cafeteria table. giggling at his antics. he blushes and sticks his tongue out at you. he makes little horns with his fingers and sticks them to his temples. he looks back towards the club members as he says,

‘harrington has a sweet party tonight and i have to uhh work.’

eddie knows he’s not going to be selling anything tonight. he also doesn’t know steve’s party schedule. he figured he could peak your interest in him if he talked about how ‘busy’ he was with his ‘plans’. eddie he was known as a dirtbag around school for slinging drugs, and needed an excuse for postponing hellfire anyways. he feels your eyes on him as he makes sure to talk louder so you overhear.

‘let’s move it to tomorrow. i’ll be busy till later tonight and don’t wanna be distracted during the big campaign.’ he huffed.

he hopes you heard that. the bell rings dismissing everyone back to their classes, he was walking out towards the hall when you stood up suddenly. he turns around purposefully shoving himself into you. it totally looked like an accident. you’re almost knocked over as he tumbles into your back. he grabs you by the waist making sure to accidentally push his hips up against your ass to catch you. you let out a small whimper, surprised by the sensation. you turn quickly to face him.

‘w-woah, woah, hey.’ he stutters.

he chuckles biting his bottom lip, he wanted nothing more to spin you back around and grind against you till he got himself off. in front of everyone. eddie could tell you were embarrassed. instead, he loosed his grip to make you more comfortable. you jumped at the sensation and turned around with bright red cheeks. to any normal person it looked like you meant to grind against him, but it was an accident. your cluelessness got the better of you when you started apologizing immediately. you were talking in rushes and overthinking the situation. you were so in your head you didn’t notice his evil smirk. you didn’t know why he was grunting while slipping his hands into his front pockets. he took a deep breath. he was adjusting his cock so you didn’t see him pitch a tent in his tight jeans. his heart was fluttering. this was perfect? how did he get so lucky with the timing of it all?

‘sorry. didn’t mean to scare you.’ he giggled.

eddie cut your rambling off as he began to apologize now. he pulled his hands out of his pockets and back onto your hips. the urge to touch you was to strong he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. you look at him in awe. never realizing how pretty his eyes were till now. deep dark chocolate irises and soft white eyes. you could get lost in them.

‘e—eddie im s-so sorry. i just… uhm.. well, i was trying. y—you know get to class? i didn’t mean to uuhm. i mean..’ you stuttered. 

‘no it’s okay! really. that was soooooo my fault!’ he put his heart over his chest and bowed to you.

you blush reminded of the feeling of his groin up against you. head bowed in embarrassment. he removes his hands from your hips. he was just as bashful. he didn’t even know what was possessing him right now to talk to you this close. you smelled like strawberries. your eyes were sparkly like you had stars in them. his eyes traced up your neck. 

‘pretty necklace.’ he spoke out loud.

‘what was that?’ you asked.

you didn’t catch his comment because you were lost in your own thoughts. his bones jumped out of his skin he stared at you with his mouth open. palms clammy now. the tension between you was rough. this was so awkward. you hadn’t talked to him since freshmen year! what was happening! you clear your throat,

‘so’ you start, ‘harrington has a party tonight?’ you bat your eyelashes at him.

eddie realizes ths is still a very real conversation he has to attend to. all the blood in his body rushed south. shaking out his nerves like a dog he stutters.

‘y-y-yea- sure h-he does, isn’t he always up to no good?’ he makes a jab at him with this small remark. 

you smile at his witty comment. eddie begins thinking of ways that he’s going to get himself out of this white lie. keep steve off of your mind. his heart raced. did steve have a party tonight? oh, what to say? what is he supposed to say? he felt like a little kid around you. you looked up at him with your arms crossed now. awaiting an answer. how could he not be nervous? your cheeks looked so kissable. they were all blushed with a cute cherry color and he tries to play it cool but fails miserably. he stutters,

‘m—maybe ill give him a call. im always looking for a reason to talk to my best friend stevie!’ he joked.

you let out a small giggle, everyone at school knew they were enemies. it was quite entertaining for the students at hawkins to watch how the two boys clashed. your soft laugh that you produced listening to eddie’s remarks about the preppy boy sent chills up his spine. it gives him the confidence he needs for the moment.

‘yeah, i was thinking about crashing it? causing some trouble? i can think of better things to do with my time though.’

he was closer to you than before you realized but you didn’t mind. you were just two acquaintances talking about after school plans. you thought. eddie on the other hand was a man that was scheming. he licked his bottom lip like a predator watching his prey. you purr at his comment, smiling cluelessly,

‘what kind of trouble does eddie munson usually get in to on thursday nights?’ you quizzed him.

if only you knew. it’s getting harder for him to keep himself together. his fingers grab the hem of your shirt. following his fingers your eyes watch his next move. he thinks back to last week and the dirty things he caught you doing. eddie starts talking but his voice slowly trails off almost like he’s breathless and embarrassed to say his next few lines,

‘i'm more curious about what you do on thursday nights, any plans tonight? sweetheart?’ he questioned.

sweetheart. there it is again. your cheeks get hot and you're flustered. he moves in even closer. you have butterflies in your tummy. he’s never flirted with you this much before. that’s also new. his soft attitude warms you. you have to say something. say anything. 

‘are you asking me to hang out with you, munson?’ you choke out.

he chuckles at your shyness. wits and comebacks were easy for eddie. he always had a smart mouth even when he’s under pressure. it makes his next sentence sound like velvet to your ears.

‘oh sweetheart. i’d love to hangout with someone as pretty as you. you wanna? your place? tonight? say eight works for me.’

he was demanding almost. he has dark eyes and a heavy smirk on his lips. knowing you take a shower around eight. thinking of how he caught you touching yourself soon after. his plan is perfect. you smile and nod. eddie moves close to your ear, it reminds you of how steve would tease you.

‘sure you want to be around a freak like me, pretty girl?’ he whimpered the words into your ear.

your heart jumps into your throat. a beat passes.

‘yeah.. e—eight works for me too, eddie.’ you say.

he moves away from you quickly and seems to disappear into the halls. you shrug, collecting your books. you’re looking forward to hanging out with the misunderstood senior. you swore what you heard about him being a “freak” was all rumors. you had no idea that he had to move away from you so he could adjust himself in his pants before cumming at the thought of you screaming his name later.

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you rushed home in a hurry. quickly you cleaned up your room and your belongings around the house to make things look presentable. eddie was the first boy you had ever invited over. besides that, he was totally eye candy now and so hot. he had really grown into a teenage dream. you were also excited to maybe catch up with him. after freshman year the both of you grew distant due to him building up his walls. giving everyone a cold shoulder. you weren’t sure why he put a wedge between your blossoming friendship. admittedly, when he stoped paying attention to you it stung a bit.

eddie showed up to your house right at eight. hoping that maybe you would be getting out of the shower to answer the door. he knocked and hummed some guitar riff he was just listening to in his van on the way to your house. you didn’t answer right away. rustling though his pockets in his battle vest he located joint. he pulled it out of his vest pocket and held his lighter to the tip. as it danced against his lips he took a long drag. eagerness overtook him and he knocked again. you answered this time,

‘one second!’ your voice was muffled behind the door.

his chest was full of smoke. you opened the door. he made sure to turn away from you. careful not to blow any into your face. you smiled and started talking to the boy with an inviting tone. you were a lot less nervous now in your own home.

‘so what they say is true? you are a pothead.’ you joked.

you looked fantastic. he wasn’t even sure that a little his joint he pre-rolled could calm him down now. he was a goner. he giggled at your snarky remark letting himself into your cozy home. he didn’t answer you yet he just took in his surroundings and took another drag from his joint.

‘you wanna share that, eddie?’ you asked.

chills washed over his body as you said his name, he would never get sick of that. it was sickly sweet falling from your lips. if only harrington could see him now. about to share a joint with the girl they had been fighting over for years. the perfect girl next door. eddie figured he would be fuming.

‘s-sure. you smoke?’ he paused.

eddie watched you become flustered and fidget with your fingers. he thought his heart was gonna explode just watching you twiddling your thumbs dressed in nothing but your pjs. he was on cloud nine. take that, harrington. god, why was he thinking about steve right now?

‘well no, i never have. my friends do! they buy from you a lot and you seem like you know your stuff.’ you rambled.

he smirked, ‘i can show you a few things, sure.’

looking at you he raised his eyebrow before taking another drag. he blew the cloud that sat in his chest in your face. you threw your hand up. swatting the musty smoke out of your face.

‘you don’t seem you sure, sweetheart.’ he teased.

he moved in closer totally invading your personal space. the denim vest he was wearing hosted pleanty of pins and patches. his pretty silver enamel pins clinged together as he walked. the action was comparable to a cat that always wore a bell. eddie grabbed your face gently. he spoke softly to not scare you away before he took another puff from his joint.

‘open up?’ he said.

obedience flooded over you. your jaw extended at the feeling of just his palm against your chin. you were forced out of your daze when he gripped you tighter. needing you to pay attention to him. his grip was a little harsher than he had planned. you didn’t mind. instead you just stood still. awaiting the boys next move. eddie was so eager to get his hands on you. get closer. could you really blame him? he brought your chin to his. he groaned into your throat. you could feel his hot breath mixed with the smoke against your mouth. your cupids bow grazed his top lip. just barely. you couldn’t tell if you had really touched your lips together or if it was just the anxiety. he snaked his index finger between your lips while his thumb brought your chin down lower and he exhaled. he was blowing smoke into your throat with his cute lips in an ‘O’ shape. the burning sensation reeked of weed. as he neared the end of his breath you were more forgiving when the foul smell mixed with a pleasant minty fragrance. was that what eddie tasted like? your tummy turned as he gently let go of your chin, he took a step back and you coughed.

‘oh I'm sorry, sweetheart, was that too strong? we can practice some more.’ he giggled deeply.

‘that really hurt my throat, eddie.’ you cried.

‘uhmm, i—im sorry.’ he said with his back stiffened.

you were choking on coughs. as if he wasn’t already tense from the situation. he was burning up now. you were precious. eddie wanted to get out of his jeans and into yours. his cock grew harder hearing you say those words. you were more of an airhead than he thought. your composure was cool and calm. eddie couldn’t believe it. shrugging it off as normal pothead behavior. but eddie? he was stunned. jaw on the floor. drooling like a dog. completely ran up the wall. those simple words you had said went straight to his chest. his heart beating rapidly and his jeans getting uncomfortably tight. dirty thoughts filled his mind. he wanted to hear you say that while he fucked his cock into your mouth. he wanted to hear you say that when he choked you with his big hands. he wanted to hear you say that after he was done leaving deep purple bite marks all over your soft throat. he promised himself to keep it cool. however, he saw how you twitched under his touch. he heard your little whimpers when he had grazed your top lip with his. did you feel the same way about him after all? he shoved those thoughts down. surely if anything happened you wouldn’t wanna have any strings attached. like he even had a chance. he knew he could take care of you though. he desperately wanted to. after he was done fucking your brains out he knew that soft spot in him would resurface. he would be sure to kiss you on your cheeks and rub your neck softly with the pads of his thumbs. he would need you to promise him that you were okay. you would assure him that he didn’t hurt you. even if your body ached from his grips and bites.

‘that really hurt my throat, eddie.’ it played back in his head.

he wanted to hear you say it again, so desperately.

‘eddie?? ed’s???’ you questioned.

you waved your hand infront of his face and giggled when he apologized for spacing off. you turned away and motioned for eddie to follow you. the two of you moved to your bedroom. you didn't want your family den to totally reek of pot if your siblings came home later. eddie stood in the doorway against the frame as he watched you sit on your bed. his dark visual appearance clashed heavily with your room. eddie walked into your room and acted like he was snooping. truth was, he already knew the layout. every wall he had studied like the back of his hand. really he wasn’t interested in snooping around either. he had snuck in countless times to steal your panties or the pretty necklaces you wore. he especially favored the one you were wearing today. he spun around on his heels and plopped onto your soft bed. instead of prying more he turned all his attention to the bear that sat on your bed. the same one you said goodnight to after pleasing yourself. he took one more drag of his joint before putting it out. he licked his fingers and pinched the tip. the joint made a sizzling sound.

‘doesn’t that burn your fingers?’ you asked.

‘not really? i guess im just used to the pain now. sorry for smoking in your room. just nervous.’ he replied.

you looked at him with soft eyes.

‘you okay? can i do anything to make you more comfortable?’ you questioned.

he tucked the joint into the chest pocket of his denim vest before shedding a few layers. he ran his hands through his hair before taking a deep breath. he now looked a little more comfortable next to you now. he wore a def leppard t-shirt that had cigarette burn holes in it and his token black jeans with rips laid across his knees. the handcuff belt he had on broke up the outfit well. it clashed less this way. your eyes lingered on the cuffs for a little longer than you’d like but you were in a trance. eddie was locating a coat hook in your room to put his vest and jacket onto. he took a mental note of where he left his joint in his pocket. he was saving it for later. his eyes turned back to you. he smirked as he realized you were staring at his crotch. eddie cleared his throat trying to hide his nerves. blush crawled up his face when you both met eyes. he immediately spoke.

‘so… uhhh what’s this guy's name?’ he grabbed your little bear.

rushing to make conversation to get perverted thoughts out of his head. did you like the cuffs? were you intrigued? eddie wondered. eddie was dramatic with his movements when he hugged your stuffed friend tightly. he was just making sure his scent was going to be on it for the rest of the week. you laughed as he tossed the bear into the air. he asked the bear,

‘hey little dude? what’s your name?’

you giggled and he smiled a big toothy grin at you. he looked like a cheshire cat. he loved making you laugh. your giggles were so sweet. he pushed to hear more. awaiting your answer of what the bears name was.

‘oh him? he doesn’t really have a name. i just call him whatever i feel like.’ you said.

eddie’s chest tightened. the words hung in the air for a bit. there was silence. did you call this nameless bear eddie after thinking about him? he stiffed his whole body. while he was lost in thoughts again you huffed.

‘you space off so much! what is your deal!’ you laughed at him pushing his chest so he was laid on your bed. you adjusted your pillows and blankets that were sprawled out on your bed. you looked up at him confused, he was so pale all of the sudden. you spoke softly,

‘what? to harsh?’ you giggled.

his eyes snapped to meet yours. he watched you. there was a dark look on his face now. something was wrong with him. seriously. he could be the first to admit. he was far gone now. you thought of him after he had helped you in the hall when tommy slapped your ass. he was dizzy.

‘lets watch a movie?’ you suggested.

he just nodded but your suggestion instantly cut the tension. he cleared his throat. sitting the nameless bear between the two of you. eddie watched you turned on ‘sixteen candles’. both of you watched with purpose as the movie played. well. you did. eddie couldn’t keep his gaze off of you. you wore the cutest and comfiest pj set. the shorts barely covered your thighs when you sat against him. oh my god! you were sitting against him! he huffed. he was going to keep it cool and not act like a fucking loser. a complete virgin. you thought maybe you were leaning on his arm a bit to hard so you shifted your body weight. he watched you adjust and this new angle gave him a view of your perfect tits. you were braless. he was checked out mentally. his whole body was thrown into overdrive as he begged himself not to get harder than he already was. he was going insane. after a few scenes eddie started getting handsy. his fingers gently danced up and down your thigh. he would pull away when you would shiver under him. sometimes you would push your thighs into his hands so he would grip harder. he understood. he moved his pinky so close to the hem of your shorts. gripped hard and then ran his hand back down to your knee. it was antagonizing slow. he whispered in your ear while you watched the movie.

‘like that?’ he giggled.

he watched your ears turn red. your eyes stayed watching the screen out of embarrassment. as soon as the words left his mouth he turned away like nothing had even happened. he wanted you to be comfortable. not forcing anything onto you but part of him wanted to be selfish. your skin was so soft and sensitive. you moved closer now. putting your hand on his shoulder and your pinky brushed against his neck. chills danced up and down his body as he bit his lip to muffle any of his whimpers. you were leaning on him! he wanted to throw himself onto you. if you had gave him any more attention he would have a hard time controlling himself. this was dangerous. a recipe for disaster. you leaned your head on his arm giving him perfect access to your neck. fuck. thoughout the second half of the movie eddie was stiff. you readjusted because he wasn’t as soft as your pillows. for some reason he would turn to you and breathe cold air against your neck too. you weren’t sure why he was doing it other than to be funny. he would laugh to himself and say,

‘what sweetheart? are you cold?’ he asked while giggling.

it really was annoying you. eddie enjoyed himself though. he knew what he was doing. your nipples peeked at him through the fabric of your thin tank top. he grabbed you a blanket to wrap yourself up with. after burying yourself into your pillows your body was shielded from eddie now.

‘stop teasing eddie.’ you gave him a glare.

he couldn’t help but groan.

‘sorry sweetheart. ill be good i promise’ he laughed throwing his hands up.

after you got cozy the both of you were surrounded in comfortable silence. eddie would squirm, adjust his seating position, or fidget with his fingers but you paid no mind. you were wrapped up in the last scene. the movie came to an end with samantha and jake kissing.

‘i’ve never been kissed.’ you confessed.

eddie jumped at the sudden sound coming from your lips. you were sleepy now. the movie running longer than you remembered. you watched the scene with interest. eddie stared at you his eyes locked on your face. you spoke softly,

‘i thought you were going to kiss me earlier, you know?’ you joked.

you had no idea what your words were doing to him. he couldn’t take it anymore. if he had a breaking point this was it. he wanted to ruin you. you were going to be his. he wanted to see you begging him on your knees. needing to show you more of the dark side that consumed him daily. he was going to. right now. he grabbed your cheek softly, turning your head. his eyes were dark. jet black.

‘can i kiss you now? let me have a taste.’ he asked politely.

his tone sounded demanding. as if you couldn’t really say no. not that you wanted to. it was just all very new. you nodded. your eyes fluttered as he cupped your cheeks in his hands. as he kissed you he softly placed his cupids bow between your top and bottom lip. when he pulled away he grunted. he sucked on your bottom lip. pulling it outward and nibbling it with his teeth. you cheeks were flushed red, your eyes sparkled. it was slow but hard. he was a damn good kisser. you had nothing to compare to but you knew this was good. it felt so natural. a knot grew in your tummy as he went back in for more. he was less gentle this time. your teeth clashed a bit and you opened your mouth for him more. submitting to his touch. you were so damn easy for him. his mind was racing. what is happening? eddie shared his first kiss with you. he couldn’t believe it until your lips pulled him in for more. the tension that had been building throughout the night finally having a place to release. he sucked on your bottom lip and bit it again. this time harder. eddie waited to gauge your reaction. his bottom lip was trembling when he pulled away. you moaned and gasped as he teased you with his teeth on your sensitive lip. this kiss was soft and loving. it was so kind and everything you wanted your first kiss to be. eddie enjoyed it too. you could tell that eddie really did care for you. your body released any tension it previously held when he danced his fingertips up your leg to grab onto your hip. he promised he would be gentle. promised himself. however, finally having the opportunity hit him he lost himself. watching your eyes sparkle, eddie groaned. he needed to see them rolled back in your head. he gripped your hip tighter. he wanted you to be fucked dumb and under him in a pitiful crying mess. he would treat you like he didn’t love you. fucking you like a whore before he finally finished and took care of your limp body while regaining your thoughts. he couldn’t do that could he? would you like it? his line of morals blurred as he thought he wouldn’t even care if you liked it or not. he needed you. truthfully, eddie did care for you so much. you were his soft spot. his weakness and the best part of his day wrapped into one. loving you hurt, especially when his longtime crush felt one sided. eddie kissed you harder. his tongue brushing against your swollen lips. he pulled away from you to look into your eyes. not wanting to get ahead of himself. he didn’t know if he could stay as gentle anymore.

‘you’re welcome.’ he said smugly.

he wasn’t done. he knew you were feeling a little high and your senses were heightened by the after effects of the weed. he pushed you against the bed so he was over you. his guitar pick necklace dangling in your face along with his curls. you bit your lip as he looked at you and nodded quickly letting him know you were okay and he kissed you again. this time it was hot and wet, you didn’t care how messy it was. you needed more of him. he was intoxicating. he pulled away from your lips and he kissed your neck.

‘pretty girl.’ he groaned against your neck.

‘always thought about this. you’re a fucking dream.’ he bit your neck gently.

you tensed up at his confession. he thought about this? you felt less guilty for thinking of him last week after he saved you. that was just a one time thing. or so you thought. feelings of desire to be his partner ran through your head. he went to work on the nape of your neck. if it wasn’t obvious now. eddie adored your neck. he would stare at it and imagine burying his face in the soft skin that grazed against your most important nerve endings while in class. imagined how you would squirm if he kissed you there. he loved the cute necklaces you wore and imagined decorating it with pretty, dark, bruises. so he did, he left one, then two, then five, and then six. he was getting close to your chest now. he tried not to be rough with you just yet. getting ahead of himself though he slightly stretched out your tanktop as he tugged on it to desperately get lower.

‘eddie!’ you yelped at the sudden tug.

‘i—im sorry! sorry!’ he gasped.

he moved his hand up the outside of your tank top, it was so slow. almost torturous. he was being good. to the best of his ability. he grabbed your tits and grunted in your ear feeling your hard nipples against his palm. you whimpered sheepishly at the new sensation. eddie paused for just a second. he looked at you with his dark brown eyes to watch you.

‘please. p—please just… say my name again?’ he begged.

he sounded so pathetic. stooping to your level almost. he was surprised when you obeyed. the sounds coming from you was the sweetest music he’s ever heard. he wanted to bottle it up and save it for later. record it on one of his blank tapes so he could play the cassette in his van. blasting it as he drove down the street. he let out a feverish moan and trembled. his touch was so heavy. you could tell he was holding back. he rubbed your body with his hands while he watched your cute lewd expressions. his eyes rolled back as he bit your cheek and his hand dressed in his cold steel rings gripped your throat.

‘look so pretty with my hand around your neck.’ he said.

he growled as you whimpered. eddie wedged himself between your legs. grinding down onto your warm wet spot that was growing at your center.

‘you okay? just say the word sweetheart. ill try to stop.’ he gasped.

ill try. the words danced in your head. he pushed his hips into your clothed cunt. you just nodded quickly and gasped. he tightened his grip around your neck.

‘you’re a mess for me already. i know you feel good right now. i feel good too baby. just let me take care of you. im trying to… fuck… go as slow as possible.’

he was shaking now, every part of him was trying not to bust in his jeans. he had you in his hands and he was trying to last as long as possible. everything moved so fast for you. how did you end up underneath eddie munson on a normal thursday night? was this really happening? you moaned loudly as you felt his rough jeans grind against your thin pajama shorts. your moans let him know he was pleasing you just as much as you were pleasing him.

‘yeah baby? am i making you feel good right there?’ he grunted in your ear.

the last ‘y’ in ‘baby’ was dragged out. the way he said it was so attractive. the hand that was once on your throat slowly moved down your center. his hand grazed the waist band of your shorts. you grinded against his palm. your reaction scared him a bit. he really had no idea what he was doing. he smacked your thigh to warn you. he wanted to take this at his own pace. he got an instant reaction from you. you moaned his name.

‘eddie… please, keep doing that… more? it feels s’good.’ you whined.

he huffed and gripped your thigh hard, you winced at the pain knowing you would be sensitive there tomorrow. eddie froze over you with his head down. you began to think you did something wrong.

‘fuck—‘ his whole body shook over you.

‘you made me fucking ruin my jeans, sweetheart.’ he could barely speak.

he lifted himself up, you were still on your back but not for long, he grabbed your waist and flipped you over so you were on your tummy. he was sitting on top of your legs focused on your ass. he took his shirt off as he pulled down your shorts revealing that same simple black thong you wore last week. he growled,

‘jesus. fucking. christ.’

he leaned down and bit your ass. he left big teeth marks and smirked as you tried to pull away from him. smacking your ass and tugging you closer. he sucked deep into your skin. keeping you still. he smacked your ass and kept his mouth on you putting more hickies on you. he kept at it for a few more moments. he gave you everything as much as he thought you could take. your ass was already covered in marks. he was good at that, he thought. leaving marks on you was his specialty. you whimpered. he pulled away. eddie lifted your hips so your ass was in the air and he placed a pillow under your hips so you’d be more comfortable. your face was almost buried in your pillow. he kissed the marks he left on you and softly spoke,

‘you’re okay, baby. i promise. let me show you. ill take good care of you when im through.’

you gave him an assuring moan that he could continue, you couldn't form words. you were so filled with lust and that gave him so much confidence. his cock grew even bigger at the thought of this being the first time anyone has ever touched you. you couldn’t tell, but this was his first time he had every touched anyone too. it was a sweet sediment, sharing his first time with the girl he absolutely adored. how was this real? he thought. he knew it wouldn’t matter, really. he just liked that he was in control and you both would figure it out together. eddie was a perverted son of a bitch, and he enjoyed using you to fulfill his sexual fantasies. his tongue was then buried against the thin black fabric that hid your cunt from him. he thought about ripping them, but decided against his better judgment that it would scare you. he remembered to go slow and steady, just so he could please you.

‘that.. whatever you’re doing feels… s—s-so good, ed’s’ you moaned.

that encouraged him. he got rougher. his hands gripped your hips as you bucked your hot cunt into his mouth. his tongue flicked against your clit and he spat on your pussy, groaning against you. the vibration made you grip the sheets. he kept a slow pace that you loved. you always dreamed of being touched and teased slowly by your lover, and that’s exactly what he was doing. hearing you whimper made his stomach knot up, his cock pulsed against his jeans and he grabbed the thin black fabric and ripped it off of you finding himself lost in his sexual desire. he should’ve known. his better judgment never won the fight against his desire. that’s why he had been watching you for years outside your window. he unbuckled his jeans and pulled out his cock, he grinded just the tip against your cunt, his hips weren’t moving with a rhythm and it was sloppy but he would bump your clit and the feeling was electric. your body trembled under him, he figured you were close. eddie gripped your hips with anticipation. his right hand slapped your soaked cunt.

‘you’re all wet for me. your pussy wants me now baby?’ he questioned.

there was a beat that passed. he slowly leaned over you. pushing his chest against your back. covered in a thin layer of sweat. he groaned in your ear,

‘or have you always wanted me? pretty girl?’

you moaned. your back arched for him. he grabbed your shoulder. rutting his dick between your thighs just enough to kiss your clit with the head of his cock.

‘tell me. please. tell me. tell me you want me. tell me you think of me while your hands between your thighs. tell me.’ eddie begged.

his pathetic little whines filled the room. a bit or insecurity was laced in that statement. eddie was really trying his best to be good for you. you begged while he teased you. he was doing all the right things. saying all the right words. you were a mess. your head was so cloudy. you thought back to how good it felt to touch yourself thinking about eddie protecting you. how did he know? that was your secret. he couldn’t ever make you confess, but your desperate need to be satisfied was growing more than your embarrassment. the begging continued and you called out for him to give you something, you gasped softly,

‘th—thought about it. i thought about you.’ you confessed.

‘oh yeah, pretty girl?’

‘yeah.’ you gasped.

his next words humiliated you.

‘maybe you can elaborate on that for me? what do you think about when you touch yourself?’

he placed the pad of one of his fingers on your clit and moved it in slow antagonizing circles. he applied just enough pressure. it was better than anything you’ve ever done for yourself. you couldn’t bear it anymore and begged him to take you.

‘ah ahh ah, eager. we need to stretch you out a bit.’

he slowly filled you up with his middle finger and you tightened around him. your breathe hitched and you trembled. you were so warm your gut felt like it was on fire. he was so good at that. how was he so good at that? pressure built in your stomach. you became a whining mess for him just after he had barely touched you. you bucked your hips with the rhythm of his palm. edging you to the finish line. eddie breathless spoke. you looked so pretty with his fingers buried inside you.

‘are you close? cum for me. cum.’

he curled his finger upward hitting a spot you had never reached before. you came instantly at his words. his fingers thrusted inside of you, he held you down as you moaned and screamed his name. you were incoherent. it was embarrassing, but eddie was on top of the world. he didn’t expect to have you already screaming and crying underneath him with just his fingers. tears began to form and fall down your cheeks. he didn’t stop. you never told him to stop, so why should he? he wanted to hear more.

‘baby, don't cry... i’ve got you just let it out. let me hear those pretty pretty moans, sweetheart.’ he pleaded.

he needed to stretch you out so he wouldn’t do any serious damage. eddie didn’t have the biggest cock in hawkins, but he was girthy and slightly above average. your cunt gripped onto his finger tightly. he groaned, he couldn’t wait to have your walls swallowing him. he was going to feel every inch of you pussy wrapped around his cock. pushing another finger in, you tightened. he was speechless. the more he stuffed into you the more your cunt clenched for him. he went on a soft spoken tangent as you tried to recover from your first big orgasm.

‘your … so pretty baby. so tight... all for me? can this little hot cunt be my play thing? i know no one’s made you feel this good before huh, pretty girl?’ he whimpered.

he kept slowly moving his middle and now index finger in and out of you, he palmed himself through his jeans. the top of his rings hit the lips of your pussy. he continued this steady pace, but you moaned like someone was fucking you relentlessly. you both were already so fucked out. drunk with each others looks. each others touch, smell, taste, emotions. eddie was forsure in over his head. he reached over you and shoved your head into your pillow. he couldn’t take it anymore he needed you to shut up, stop whining like a dog in heat or he was gonna take you right there, and fast. he needed to pace himself.

‘sweetheart.’

he growled in your ear deeply, more serious than before. he lifted your head up against his neck using your hair as a nice grip. he pushed his waist into your ass.

‘you’re gonna have to quiet down if you want me to be nice. those sweet noises you make— makin’ m’loose my mind.’

he gripped your hair tighter as you whimpered again. he praised you even more.

‘your moans are so pretty, baby— i wanna hear more… but you don’t want your neighbors to hear how much of a slut you are, do you?’

he had a point. he wanted you to scream, but maybe if your neighbors heard a commotion. they might tell your parents. but really eddie just needed to pace himself and the sounds leaving your lips was to much. he was already close. again? already? fuck, what a loser. he hated that he had to shut you up.

‘god, never stop making those sweet sounds.’ he whispered to himself.

he wanted to be inside you so he had an excuse for busting early again. he struggled with getting his jeans all the way off. his belt buckle was cold against your thighs as it clang together. he finally ripped them off. his boxes going with them. he hopped off the bed to get the fabric unwrapped from his ankles. he positioned his cock at your entrance from behind. he had wet dreams about this moment. pausing to soak it all in a second longer. he slapped your ass, making sure to rub that one into the skin. it was a loud smacking sound that echoed the room and he knew it hurt you. he hit you so he had the chance to slowly push his thick cock all the way into you without you wincing and running from the pain.

‘fffuck– you’re everything i’ve imagined’

he bottomed out inside of you, and you tightened around him. he was going to be ruthless now. poor boy was already pussy drunk.

‘y-your’re such a slut. teasing me all the time. teasing that fucker steve. you know what you’re doing don’t you? you wanted this d—didn’t y-you? wanted it as b—ba-bad as me? baby. say it.’

it was so hard for eddie not to cum with you wrapped around him. he gasped as you tightened again at his words this time. you loved his dirty words. he wrote his own music so he was very articulate with his speech. he knew just what to say to you. not only did he possess that trait, but it seemed like he never shut up.

‘sweetheart, say you want me.’ he begged.

‘i want you ed’s, please.’

it was the first sentence that had left your mouth in the past half hour. he moved his hips slightly letting you adjust. you gave him the okay as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and he began fucking you hard and slow, he was deep and filled you up so good. you both could’ve sworn this was a perfect fit. he smacked your ass a few more times. he was telling you how good you were doing for him. he bent down at the waist to spit on and claw at your back, leaving even more marks on you. your skin burned when his nails broke your skin. he saw that you were flinching at the pain, but he could tell you liked it. you tightened around him when he scratched you, and eddie being the gentleman that he is, leaned down and kissed the broken flesh. his pace began to quicken but he wasn’t shallow. he kept hitting the perfect spot until you moaned louder and louder. he pulled your head up off of your pillow using your hair and you screamed his name. there was that feeling again. your tummy was hot as he thrusted into you faster. he was relentless. hitting that soft spongey spot deep inside of you and in an instant you were cumming all over his on his cock. the sensation of you pulsing around him made him whine. he cursed hoping that maybe steve heard you, hell he was fine with letting all of hawkins know you were his girl. his release came directly after yours. he couldn’t bear it any longer feeling you get his dick wet pushed him over the edge.

‘shit– baby im c-cumm-c-‘ he moaned.

he couldn’t even say the words. he gripped onto your hips harder than before and dug his nails into your skin, leaving crescent moon shaped marks on your sides. he filled you up till you were dripping with cum. you both rolled over in exhaustion and eddie giggled, he grabbed you and brought you close to his chest. you were still unable to speak, there were no thoughts in your head, and your body twitched as eddie’s soft skin engulfed you.

‘my girl… you’re gonna be mine right?’

he growled in your ear, a husky, possessive, tone left his throat. your eyes rolled back and your eyes closed as he began kissing your neck.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

steve walked out of the pool to grab a drink from the cooler. he smiled smugly at a girl that walked by him. his trunks were drenched in chlorinated water and didn’t leave much to the imagination. he was hosting another pool party tonight after he got a call from one of the senior cheerleaders asking what time his party was going to be.

‘party? what party?’

he thought to himself. he still invited people over nonetheless. who was he to turn down some trouble?

he leaned down to grab a drink and a shiver was sent up his spine. he stood up and stiffened.

‘that’s weird.’ he was talking out loud, like always.

he shrugged, shotgunning his beer to impress anyone that might’ve looked his way. he walked back in the direction of the pool before grabbing another drink.  

we see the two boys sitting in the trailer together again, the memory eddie was sharing with steve is fading out into the present.

steve was still sitting on eddie’s couch as he listened to eddie talk about your first time together. eddie kept a few things to himself. especially the parts that he thought about steve during sex. harrington didn’t need the ego boost. he was drying his hair after the shower. the remains of water dripped down his stomach and back as the story left his lips. it was so vulgar. steve’s cock twitched at eddie’s words while he stared at the man in front of him. he only had a towel wrapped around his waist and his chest looked colder and pale. his dark inky tattoos contrasted intensely on his pretty pale complexion. eddie’s injuries had been healed almost into complete scars. it was as if he was never attacked by the bats. instead it looked like he was born with some weird birthmarks. eddie pulled on a shirt, breaking steve’s gaze. steve’s face got hot when he realized eddie had caught him staring. blushed at the thought of eddie doing all of these dirty things to you while watching him. it was a lot for him to digest. he loved hearing about the crazy shit eddie was into. it made him curious. maybe steve would like that stuff too if eddie showed him the ropes. steve’s mouth was wide open as he listened to eddie tell him how he used you, again and again. he failed to mention the stalker part. he would soon enough, he had to be able to trust steve.

‘that’s why all those girls called my house, that day, was because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, munson?’ steve chuckled.

‘i mean it was a good white lie! who knew you’d help me get with that whore.’

eddie said pulling on his jeans. steve didn’t like when eddie called you a ‘whore’ or his ‘slut’, but who was he to judge. apparently. you were into that.

eddie was dressed and ready to head to your house, it had been two days without having you by his side, and he was determined to have you back in his arms soon, and maybe even on your knees. it started to rain, the pitter-patter of the drops loud against the tin roof of the trailer. eddie turned and stuck his tongue out at steve. laughing at steve’s confused look on his face. lighting struck and the thunder rumbled in tune with eddie’s laugh. his new pearly white teeth were very visible to steve. his eyes widened as they were fixated on the boys mouth.

‘fangs.’ steve whispered.

fin.

thank you so much for reading! i really want to continue writing this out and seeing where it goes. if you have any opinions or request please share with me and ill be sure to use and save ideas! thank you!

— peace and blessings, kid! 

part three. || masterlist.  || taglist. 

[munson-blurbs]

Congratulations on hitting 2k followers! Could I possibly request Steve/skatepark (or roller rink)/bandaids?

This absolutely screamed Dad!Steve, so here ya go!

Warnings: mention of blood

WC: 922

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“Daddy, are we there yet?” a tiny voice calls out from the backseat of the Harrington minivan.

“Almost, princess,” Steve replies to your four-year-old daughter as he drives into the parking lot and pulls into the first spot he can find. The skate park is always busy on weekends, and this Saturday morning is no exception.

“We’re here!” Izzy shrieks excitedly, kicking her feet. When she looks out the window and spots Max unloading her own skateboard and a much smaller one from the trunk of her Toyota Corolla, she squeals even louder and frantically waves. “Auntie Max! Auntie Max!” 

Max glances over with a huge smile. “My Dizzy Izzy!” she shouts, barely waiting for Steve to kill the engine before bounding over. Even in her early twenties, she has as much energy as she did when she was fifteen. She slides open the van door, scooping Izzy out of her car seat and groaning exaggeratedly when the little girl envelops her in a giant bear hug. “Did you get stronger? Let me see those muscles!”

Izzy flexes her tiny arms and growls, making the three of you laugh. “You’re gonna be stronger than mommy soon!” Max exclaims, making Steve frown.

“What about me?” 

“Oh, she’s already stronger than you are,” Max teases, gently placing Izzy on the ground.

“Yeah, Daddy,” Izzy pipes up. “‘Cause girls are stronger than boys!” She looks up at her red-headed role model and gives her a high-five. You take one hand and Max takes her other as you head towards the park gates. 

Izzy snaps on her My Little Pony helmet—with matching elbow and knee pads, of course—and whines, “I can’t move!” She walks stiffly, reminding you and Steve of the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz. “How am I gonna skate like Auntie Max?”

“You’ll get used to it,” Max assures her. “It’s more important to be safe. I’m wearing my helmet too, see?” She knocks on the blue helmet that rests atop her hair. “And I wore all that other stuff when I first started out.” That part’s a lie, but Izzy buys it, already magically able to move around easier than she did moments before. 

“Okay, Wonder Woman,” Steve crouches down to her level. “Remember our rules: listen to Auntie Max, keep all your gear on, and…” He pauses, chuckling at his daughter’s puzzled expression. “And have fun!”

Izzy giggles, grabbing Max’s hand and pulling her towards the ramps. You watch your fearless baby with pride, though your gaze is quickly drawn to your husband’s bouncing leg. 

“Y’okay?” you ask, placing your palm over his knee to calm him down. 

“No? Yes?” He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair. “I keep thinking, ‘What if she gets hurt? What if she gets discouraged and doesn’t wanna skate anymore?’ And then I feel guilty, because it makes me kinda happy that I won’t have to worry about her getting hurt.”

You press a kiss to his cheek, lifting your hand from his leg so you can lace your lithe fingers through his thick ones. “Steve, even if she never got on a skateboard, kids get hurt. She could roll off the bed, but that doesn’t mean we’re gonna make her sleep on the floor,” you tease gently. “But look at her go!” You point to Izzy, who is standing on the board while Max pulls her. She’s smiling wider than you’ve ever seen. “That’s our girl! We made that little badass!” You knock your knee against his, and you feel him relax a bit.

That relief lasts all of two seconds, which is when a boy of about ten years old flies by Izzy, knocking her off balance. She lands square on her bottom, and it takes a beat for her to process what’s just happened. You watch as her little face contorts and tears slip down her cheeks. 

“Izzy!” You call out, turning to Steve to gauge his reaction. But he’s already sprinting to your daughter; you’ve never seen him run so fast. You’d be amused if you weren’t so concerned about Izzy. 

Steve picks Izzy up, checking for bumps and bruises. There’s a scrape on her right palm that’s starting to bleed. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” he says softly, digging into his back pocket. He pulls out a handful of band-aids and quickly rips one open, adhering it to the cut. “See? Good as new!” He puts her back down next to Max. “Now you can skate again.”

Izzy seems hesitant, so you crouch to her level and wipe away her tears. “I bet Auntie Max fell when she was learning.” You look up at Max for confirmation. 

“Are you kidding?” she laughs. “I still fall. Like, all the time.” She smiles at Izzy. “Iz, if you don’t want to skate anymore, I won’t be mad. But I think you’re really, really good. And I’d love to see you try again.”

“Okay,” Izzy says slowly, glancing at you and Steve for approval. 

“Go kick some butt, princess,” Steve tells her. He wrinkles his nose. “Wait, do princesses skateboard?”

“Duh, Daddy; princesses can do whatever they want!” Izzy replies, picking up her skateboard. “C’mon, Auntie Max!”

As you and Steve meander back to the park bench, you give his hand a squeeze. “You handled that like a champ, babe,” you say. “And good idea bringing those band-aids. I didn’t even think of that.”

“Y’know what they say,” he grins, “you can’t turn off Dad Mode.”

“Who says that?”

“Um, me.”

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[kirkycurls]

You Jump, I Jump, Jack

When a gorgeous metalhead and his band move into town, your dreary summer pouring coffees is turned on its head—for the better.

*Set in some nondescript American town *Story Kirk is 88/89!Kirk (26/27) and MC is 24 *Not necessarily historically accurate band-wise and I'm not American so bear with me *5 chapters *Fairly sfw but theme of alcoholism *Happy ending!

Chapter One

CWs for this chapter: None.

It had been raining for weeks in your small town: industrial bins floating down the street; kids walking to school with silt up to their knees—the kind of June weather nobody saw coming but now nobody could stop talking about.

You didn’t mind it so much. Tucked away behind the counter of Yvette’s pouring coffees all day for mostly middle-aged men reading newspapers, you could stay dry and keep tabs on what was going on outside through the little chocolate box window out front. Spending your weekdays here since graduating college wasn’t what you’d expected, but since your parents had moved even further upstate you’d wanted to feel more financially secure, single as you were.

It was past 11 on Tuesday morning and the rain had slowed to a drizzle. The cafe was empty save for an older couple playing Yvette’s ancient game of mini chess by the radiator and her son Steve wiping down the table by the door. 

“Ste”, you managed, half-focused on the van that had just pulled up at the old Sunday school across the street. “Ste”, you tried again, louder this time.

“What?”, he asked, turning around. “I’m mid-wipe here, sweet. You can’t disrupt the magic man mid-wipe.” 

You laughed, “Spray’s topped up”. 

Gesturing at the bottle of cleaner you’d just refilled, you rolled your eyes with a smile as he approached the counter with a look of mock offence.

Still smiling to yourself, your eyes wandered past him to the dark-haired guy that had just jumped out of the van, his face screwed up in disgust as he looked down at the muddy water lapping round his ankles. Another guy appeared behind him and practically fell out of the vehicle laughing, only to get his jeans soaked to the knee as he tripped on a hidden drainage cover. 

Boys, you thought. 

The dark-haired guy said something to his amused friend and looked around, taking in the street and the flood, eyes roaming disinterestedly until they landed on the coffee shop with the faded name of the owner above the door, and, through the small front window… you.

You swallowed. Feeling a presence to your right, you blinked and turned to see Steve watching you with an indiscernible look on his face. 

“Earth to the dreamer”, he mocked, switching to his usual grinning state, pumping his eyebrows like a five-year-old with a secret. “Fancy a heavy metal concert?”

“What?”, you huffed with a laugh. 

“Those guys are setting up shop in there”, he said, pointing towards the steady stream of instruments and various studio pieces a taller third guy was now hauling out the back of the van. “Metallica. Heard of ‘em?”

You shook your head.

“Seems they’ve been getting more shows recently so they wanna set up a permanent residence somewhere local—a sort of HQ.”

That broke you out of your reverie. 

“Um, and you know this how?”, you scoffed. Steve wasn’t exactly the type to be up to date with the town gossip. He could usually be found on his girlfriend’s couch with his hand down his pants and a baseball game on the TV when he wasn’t on shift. He wasn’t stupid and he definitely wasn’t a bad guy, but by your standards, he was beyond help.

✵

Before he could answer, a sudden gust of warm air blew into the cafe, the bell above the door protesting loudly. The napkins you’d tidied an hour before were whipped into a flurry. 

With a sigh, you knelt down to retrieve the stray few floating to the ground at your feet, hearing the approach of heavy, squelching boots. 

“Sorry…didn’t mean to ruin your good work”, a boyish male voice chuckled from above you. Returning to your feet, brow furrowed in mild exasperation, you locked eyes with the culprit. 

Grinning at you with a set of perfectly imperfect teeth, shining chocolate-brown eyes, and a mane of dark, glossy curls, the first guy from the van stood leaning against the counter, one hand outstretched with the offer of returning the collected napkins to their tray.

Damn. White noise fizzed inside your head as you unsuccessfully attempted a reply. He’s cute.

Steve sniggered behind you. 

“This is Kirk”, he laughed. 

You turned, a look of mild confusion on your face. 

“Hammett”, the guy from the van added, dropping his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Kirk’s in Metallica”, Steve continued, still amused by your temporary muteness. 

“Lead guitar, right?” 

Kirk smiled and nodded. 

“He was in here last week with his friend James.”

“Oh right, hi…”, you managed, suddenly self-conscious.

You turned to the counter, smoothing the fallen napkins back into formation. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Kirk’s gaze lingering on your face. 

“Yeah, it’s me, James, Jason, and Lars”, he said, attention back on Steve.

You breathed an internal sigh of relief for being momentarily unobserved. 

Another few seconds of awkward napkin twiddling elapsed until you realised you hadn’t said anything and both Kirk and Steve were expecting you to speak…

Accepting that the obsessively flat paper couldn’t get any flatter, you took a breath; fixing your best customer service smile before diving into a string of questions…

First for Steve: What day did they visit the cafe last week? Did you make them lunch? Did you tell him about me?

And then Kirk: What’s the situation with redecorating the Sunday-school-turned-heavy-metal-headquarters? Don’t you think it’s funny that it’ll go from a religious building to a house of vice? Why are you so gorgeous…?

In the process, you learned that Kirk and James (the tall, muscular one you’d seen unloading gear) had headed over for a takeout order last Friday whilst finalising the rent on the new place. It was particularly busy that day—Fridays always were—and you didn’t remember seeing them. Kirk explained how the daughter of the now deceased man who’d owned the school was practically begging them to take it off her hands, so the band had bought it for next to nothing. Kirk and James had taken most of the old furnishings to the dump already; all that really needed taking care of now was repainting the place and positioning their stuff. 

While the three of you talked, a large party of customers entered the cafe; each now in various states of shaking out umbrellas and settling down to browse the lunchtime menu. You knew the conversation would have to end soon, as the 12 o’clock rush could get pretty hairy.

Before you had a chance to pipe up, Steve chimed in. 

“Oh we can help out with a few licks of paint easy”, he said to no-one in particular, straightening up and taking in the still increasing crowd. You could hear the son-of-the-manager gears clicking in his head, greasing up in preparation to make a few extra tips.

His hand landed on your shoulder.

“Why don’t you take tomorrow off and help the guys. Mom’s gonna be around anyway; I’m sure she’ll understand and we both know you’re artistic”, he winked, referencing the time he’d caught you making sickeningly girly latte art when you were supposed to be servicing the coffee machine. 

Your eyes flew to Kirk who was looking more than pleased with the idea.

“Would you?” 

You hesitated, then nodded; a little bewildered and not sure how you felt about being roped in on your own.

“That’d be awesome, thanks.” He leant over and gave a light bump to your arm. 

You tried to suppress a smile. Butterflies.

“Great”, Steve grinned.

“I’ll let you both figure out the details. But right now could you deal with that delivery out back? I forgot to sort it earlier.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Hey, relax. I’ll deal with this crowd so just take your time. Nice to see you again, Kirk.”

A nod from Kirk. “Yeah you too, man.”

Left alone, Kirk turned to you; a cheeky smile dancing on his lips as he rapped the counter and said, “So…”.

You let out a light laugh. “What?”

“Need any help?” 

“Oh, no…you don’t have to to do that”, you replied, making your way behind the counter to grab some supplies but secretly hoping he’d push the point.

“Ah it’s no bother, trust me”, Kirk continued, following you halfway. "There’ll be nothing going on over there today except Lars arguing with James about the feng shui and me and Jase trying to mediate.”

You laughed, feeling some of the tension melting from your body.

He was nice.

“Nah, I’m just kidding; I don’t think either of them know what feng shui is.”

That earned a belly laugh from you. 

You knelt down to the cupboard under the sink to locate a pen, calculator and packing knife; letting your hair cover your face to hide your shyness after letting out such an indiscrete sound. 

“So can I?” Kirk asked. “Help?”

Finding what you needed, you straightened, finding Kirk firmly planted a few feet in-front of you with no sign of backing down.

“Uh yeah, sure…why not. I’ll make us some coffee”, you smiled. “It’s just through that door and right ahead—you’ll find it”, you said, watching as he wandered off in the direction you’d given.

“Awesome”, he fired back, “can’t wait”.

You watched him leave, hands reaching up playfully to hit the door frame as he went. 

You smiled to yourself. This was definitely not how you’d imagined your day playing out: meeting a cute metalhead, making plans to help paint his band’s new headquarters and now pouring black coffee into takeout cups so the pair of you could sort a delivery together? No, this was not what you were picturing for this so-far dismal summer. 

Securing the lids to the drinks, you pocketed the stock supplies in your apron and headed out back, coffee for two in hand.

✵

Parting Yvette’s handmade beaded curtain with your right shoulder, the wind chime over your head sang as you emerged from the back porch, crossing the few steps to the centre of the stock area and setting the cups on one of the two piles of delivery boxes filling the compact space. The stock area wasn’t much; in fact it was literally just Yvette’s garden, as she lived upstairs—a quaint, currently gazebo-roofed yard with stone-walled raised flower beds set around the perimeter.

Kirk was inspecting some gnarly looking plants in the far corner when you arrived, turning as you placed the coffee down to make a joke about The Day of the Triffids. It was true Yvette hadn’t given as much care to the flora and fauna out here as she had to the cafe, which was her pride and joy. She’d been out of town a lot recently on various craft retreats and managerial workshops, so the place needed a little TLC. 

Kirk picked up the coffee nearest him, cheersing it with the air in thanks before taking a sip and carefully placing it back. 

“So what’s first?” He rubbed his hands together enthusiastically. 

You removed the packing knife from your apron and set it next to your own cup, then walked over to the other pile of boxes, hands on your hips as you considered the best way to start.

“I need to check the stock matches what’s listed on the invoices, so if you could maybe help stack them according to the package number that’d really help.”

“As you wish”, Kirk answered, shucking off his jacket and discarding it on the wall.

Five minutes or so passed as you stood back near the doorway watching Kirk shift the boxes. He was chatting away about his bandmates, giving you a colourful mental image of their individual personalities: James, the lead singer and a pretty wild partier; Lars, the Danish drummer, always with a cocky word to try and trip you up; and Jason, badass bassist who was all about working hard for the fans. 

You agreed to meet up outside their new place around nine the next morning, aware that you’d only been given one day off work thus far and impatient to see Kirk in his natural habitat. 

As you listened, offering him various strategic “mmm”s and “oh right”s, your eyes wandered not so innocently along his sweat-dampened neck and the straining muscles in his arms, down to the way his strong hands gripped the underside of the boxes… You noted how gently he set them down, heavy as they were. 

“What do you think then?” 

“Huh?” You snapped to as you realised Kirk had asked you a question, a slightly self-conscious look in his eye as if nervous for your response.  

You mentally traced back to what he’d been talking about while you were…gawping…and recalled him inviting you to pizza and beer that evening to meet the guys before everyone got to work tomorrow.

“Oh, yeah.” You exhaled a laugh. “Yeah of course, I’d love to.”

He looked relieved, and a bit excited, you thought.

“Ah great, I knew you’d be up for it”, he replied, back to his usual self. “I can show you around and you can finally tell me some more about you”, he joked, flicking some of the debris from the boxes at you. 

You both laughed, acknowledging that you hadn’t exactly been a chatty Cathy since he’d arrived. 

It was at that point you decided you actually liked this guy. He was relaxing to be around; interesting, kind, very attractive; and there was something in his eyes that made you feel a sense of kinship. He didn’t step on your toes but he didn’t shy away from trying to get closer either. 

Kirk took a step back to admire his handiwork. Very neat.

“That’ll do thanks, I can take it from here”, you smiled, peeling yourself away from the wall. 

“You sure?” He answered. 

“Yeah, honestly. This next bit’s pretty boring”, you chuckled. “Go and sit down—you’ve earned it.”

He looked relieved as he made his way back to his original spot, flinging himself down on his back on the wall with one hand gently pulling at a spray of pink carnations and the other hanging freely.

You turned back to the boxes with a smile, taking the calculator and pen from your apron pocket to start checking the invoices.

A minute or so of pleasant quiet fell as the conversation petered off. You busied yourself with the calculator, almost forgetting Kirk’s presence as you got into the details of the invoices taped to the side of each package.

Then, “I saw you last week you know.” 

You froze momentarily, pen between your teeth, glad you had your back to him so he wouldn’t see the slight blush tinging your cheekbones. It made you uncomfortable to know someone had perceived you without your noticing—especially him, with his big brown eyes and gorgeous curly hair you’d imagined running your fingers through more than a few times since your initial conversation inside.

“Is that okay?”, he interrupted the silence.

You turned around, pen dropping into your hand. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” 

He didn’t respond. He’d changed positions since before; now leaning forwards with his elbows on his knees and fingers steepled, observing you with the ghost of a smile and the kindest eyes. You felt your heart swell and then catch as you became aware of the seconds ticking by. 

God, this guy, you thought. 

No-one had had this kind of effect on you since…well, ever. No past boyfriend had looked at you like he was looking right now. 

Move, then. Don’t just stand here like an idiot.

You stretched forward to grab the packing knife from the first pile of boxes, desperate to break the awkwardness that had descended out of nowhere, but as soon as you reached for the handle, the safety clicked, shooting the blade into the still-full takeout cups and landing warm coffee all over Kirk’s thighs. “Shxt!”, you cried, hands flying to your mouth. “I’m so sorry.”

Kirk jumped up, visibly stunned but recovering quickly. Meanwhile, you were garbling out a string of profuse “Sorry”s and standing fixed to the spot, completely unable to move. 

“Hey, hey…it’s fine, relax”, Kirk assured you. You pulled your hands from your eyes to see him laughing, clearly unbothered. 

“I’ve got dirt up to my knees from the damn flood out front; these jeans obviously weren’t meant for me.” 

Your panic eased as you realised he wasn’t mad. You laughed awkwardly, tucking your arms around yourself in an attempt to calm down. Without a word, Kirk jogged past you through the beaded curtain.

Crap, is that really how that’s gonna end? 

You needn’t have worried. A few seconds later he returned with a wad of napkins and bent down to mop up the spillage. 

“If you knew how many times I’ve had to clean up puke from the floor in my house after a night with the guys, you wouldn’t be so worried”, he winked. 

You exhaled with a smile, hitching your skirt up a little to kneel down and help him. 

If you hadn’t both been busy sharing sweet glances and bumping arms as you cleaned up your first drinks together, you would have noticed that the rain had stopped completely and the sun come out from behind the clouds for the first time in weeks. 

 .✵.

[oftenwantedafton]

Night Shift - William Afton/Steve Raglan x Female Reader + Mike Schmidt

Chapter 8

Rating - Explicit

Warning for sexual content, mild violence, blood kink

Also available on AO3

You stare sightlessly at the computer screen.

The deadline for your technical writer internship project is one week away and you haven’t even started it yet.

You’ve stayed indoors the last couple of days; hadn’t even gotten out of bed the first day at all. You keep replaying your conversation with Mike over and over in your mind. You cry sometimes. You know you’ve done the right thing, you know it wouldn’t have been fair to keep cheating and lying. You know it, but you still grieve for the loss all the same.

And then there’s William; the man you’d spent an entire weekend with. Consumed by him. You’d never wanted it to end. You should have talked about the future; your future, with him. You’d been afraid of his response. And he doesn’t even have your phone number or address. Such simple details you’d forgotten to offer up.

It would never be a normal relationship. I can’t give you what you need. What you deserve.

So now it’s left to you to chase after him and find your answers. Your eyes move to the clock on the menu bar. He’ll be out of work soon. You could wait for him in the parking lot. You don’t think you can bring yourself to go back into the office again, desperate and needy, arguing with the receptionist.

You shut the computer down and head into the bathroom to get ready.

***

It’s overcast today.

You scan the parking lot of the social services office building in the wan late afternoon light as your car crawls forward. It’s easy to find William’s vintage automobile amidst the others, but there are no vacancies directly near it. You pass the vehicle and turn into the next row, looking for a spot. Still nothing. You try the next. Another. Another. You’re going to end up having to park on the street at this rate. Wait—there, at the far end of the row. You ease into the space, shifting the gears into park and shut off the engine. Your heart is pounding. You’re so nervous.

You can’t see the older man’s car from this vantage point. You’re going to have to get out and wait. You turn the key to the accessory position so you can see the clock on the dashboard. You should just chill for another ten minutes. Maybe his last client ran late. Maybe he has paperwork, things he needs to bring home. It takes time to gather things together. He’ll probably rinse his coffee mug, get his coat on, shut all the lamps off. Grab the keys off the desk on his way out the door. You know now he doesn’t bother with breakfast. He probably doesn’t pack a lunch either, so no bag to carry for that. It’s a large building to make your way through. You need to be patient.

Some of the cars around you begin to file out, employees and visitors departing at last. You wrench the keys from the ignition and open the door. There’s a familiar looking rusty sedan in the row across from the one you’re parked in. Your stomach drops. It can’t be Mike’s. He can’t be here. Not today, not now.

You walk past it, glancing inside to find it empty. Your steps are more hurried now. You can hear arguing, the words indistinct at this distance. Faster still. You bump into someone and apologize distractedly. A car horn blares at you when you dash in front of the vehicle, oblivious to your other surroundings. The voices grow louder. William is seated in his car, the window rolled down, Mike’s hands curled around the door frame.

“You’ve lost your only bargaining chip, Mike. You don’t have anything left to offer me. There’s absolutely no reason for me not to go to the owner now.”

“You bastard.” The younger man swings, the motion catching the seated man off guard. You can hear the knuckles connecting to some part of William’s face from here.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Stop!” You’re still two rows away. No one else seems to notice what’s going on, everyone fixated on leaving for the day. The driver’s side door swings wide open and Mike barely manages to dodge it. William doesn’t bother closing it, gathering a fistful of the other man’s shirt and shoving him to the pavement.

“W-Steve!” It had been so difficult not to say William. You’d just barely registered the need to switch at the last moment. He either doesn’t hear you or is ignoring you. One more row passed, one left to traverse. Why was it taking so long to get there?

William has Mike pinned beneath him, straddling his hips, one hand curling around his throat. You’re finally nearly there, threading between the parked cars and almost within reach of the career counselor’s shoulder.

“Steve! Stop!” You grab at his arm but he shakes you off easily, his attention still focused on the security guard he has trapped under his body. Too tight, you can see the older man squeezing far past what he’d tested on you in his bedroom, Mike struggling for air, eyes wide.

“William!” You have no choice, your lips close to his ear when you say his real name. The effect is instantaneous, the fingers relaxing and Mike gasps in a lungful of air, the older man also struggling to breathe. You can feel him trembling violently. He rises to his feet, using the car for leverage, and your ex boyfriend scrabbles backwards, still watching him warily, the color in his face gradually coming back to normal.

“Hey. Look at me.” You have to force yourself to remain calm, force yourself not to dwell on the fact that Mike could have gotten seriously hurt or worse if you hadn’t been there to intervene. William’s still shaking, but not as much as before. His eyes shift to meet yours, one minute the darkest you’ve ever seen him, a complete stranger looking at you without recognition; the next visibly relaxing, the tension leaving his features as he finally seems to register who’s standing beside him.

“Honey.”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

He glances down at the fallen man. “You’d better watch your back, Mike. Your ex isn’t going to always be around to watch it for you.” He drags the back of his hand across his mouth and it comes away bloodstained.

You can see the point where Mike’s fist had made contact now, a trail of crimson leaking from the corner of the older man’s mouth.

You gingerly touch his jaw and see him wince. “Let’s get you home and get this cleaned up, okay?” He nods, settling back into the car, the window cranked back up. You guess your own will be safe enough leaving it here for now.

You offer a hand to Mike to help him get back on his feet but he ignores it, brushing the heels of his hands off on the security uniform he’s still wearing. You’re willing to bet he hasn’t even attempted to sleep yet today before deciding to come here to confront the career counselor.

“Are you okay?”

“He’s fucking psychotic.”

You shake your head. You’ve seen Mike be aggressive before. That’s how you’d met after all; that fateful day in the mall, when he’d thrown someone into the fountain that he’d thought was kidnapping a child. Pummeling him relentlessly until he was pulled away. You’d always defended him and taken his side. The man was acting suspiciously. And Mike would do anything to protect a child. You knew it, and yet you couldn’t entirely blame William here. Mike had sought him out, had thrown the first punch. “I don’t know what you thought coming here today was going to achieve. It’s not going to change anything. You should just stay away from him.”

“What, you’re going to defend him now? Of course you are. You couldn’t wait to see him. Had to be right there waiting for him to get out of work. Christ.” He rubs at his throat, grimacing when he swallows.

“This isn’t about me. What if he gets you fired after all of this? What about Abby…and Garrett? You don’t want to lose that job. Please go home. Take care of Abby and yourself, okay?”

“Don’t pretend you care.” He shoves his hands into his hooded sweatshirt’s center pocket, avoiding your gaze. “You’re making a mistake,” he says, his voice low. “You shouldn’t be with him.”

William’s car engine rumbles to life, an impatient reminder.

“I have to go.” You walk around to the passenger side door, hesitating. “I do care. You’re wrong,” you say softly before opening the door and entering the car.

You can see Mike’s image in the side mirror, staring at you as you leave.

***

William’s seated on the edge of the bathtub, those long legs of his stretching out well past the bath mat while you rummage in the linen closet for something to clean his injuries with. Neither of you has spoken the entire way to his house. Your movements are brisk as you run a washcloth under the hot water from the sink and begin scrubbing at the dried blood on his face, along the cut’s origin on his bottom lip, against the stain smeared into his beard, moving more softly over the bruised area that’s forming on his jaw right beside his chin.

“I’m okay,” he says. You can feel his gaze on you. “I’ve had worse, believe me. I mean,” he gestures to the scars dotting his forearms.

“Let me see your hands.” You refuse to make eye contact. You can feel more tears welling in your own again. God, how could there be anything left to cry out after the last few days? You scrub at the bloodstains and then return to the sink, rinsing the washcloth out. A diluted pink trail flows down the drain. Your eyes flick towards the toothbrush holder. Yours is still there.

Something breaks inside of you and you sob, quickly pressing a hand to your lips to stifle any more sound.

William stands and moves behind you, wrapping his arms around you. “Sweetheart. What’s wrong?”

You sniffle, swiping at the tears staining your cheeks. “I’m scared.”

”Of what?”

”Of you getting hurt, and…the way you were this afternoon. You couldn’t even hear me. Didn’t recognize me at all. You could have killed him. What if I wasn’t there?”

”I wouldn’t have let it go that far. No one was in any real danger. I was upset, that’s all.” You think it’s a poor excuse, but it’s only the tip of the iceberg of the thoughts agonizing you.

”I’m scared about what’s going to happen to me if you decide…”. The words begin to tumble out unrestrained. “I want more than just one weekend with you. I was afraid to ask you before; terrified to hear your answer. I know you said it’s not a normal relationship and I said I would take whatever you’re willing to give me. I can’t help the way I feel. I can’t help wanting more of you.”

He sighs heavily against your ear. “I’m not good at this. I have failed at so many relationships. I tried to tell you before. I don’t want to disappoint you. But yes, I want to be with you. I want more of you, too.” He kisses your neck gently. “I just thought maybe you’d need some space, after…I’ve missed you. It’s not the same being here without you now. I didn’t know what to do. Everything reminds me of you.” Another kiss, mouth open now, tongue stroking along your carotid pulse. “You’re not the only one that feels something. I need you,” his voice is raw against your ear. His hands move from your arms, working on the button and zipper of your jeans. He shoves them down, just clearing your buttocks before he’s unfastened his own pants and angles his cock against your entrance, impatiently shoving inside.

Another broken sound tears from your throat at that desperate plead for intimacy. You grip the edge of the bathroom counter, letting him push you down, bending over, his hands rough on your hips as he fucks you harder, your body already responding, lubricating for him, making it easier to pound that thick prick inside of you. He rests a hand in the space between your neck and shoulder and pulls you back against him, striking deep, hitting your cervix with each thrust.

He stops just long enough to drag you back upright, lifting you up to sit on the counter and he’s right back inside, his mouth frantic on yours. You taste blood and you pull back but he chases your mouth again.

“Suck on it,” he growls. You take his bottom lip in your mouth and the metallic tang of it flows into yours. “Harder.” You’d somehow forgotten he likes it like this, remembering your teeth on his shoulder. His hand on your throat. His hand on Mike’s. The fury of passion. The fury of anger. Were they really so different? You know you should be more afraid of the darkness in him. You should be even more afraid that you’re allowing yourself to be drawn to it, led by his command. You obey him now, your lips violent, your tongue aggressively coaxing more lifeforce from your lover and he moans into your mouth. You’re so slick against him now, spilling sloppily all over his cock. He grabs the hand you have cupped along his jaw and presses it against the bruise and you push, harder and harder, digging into that tender injury, shoving against that fragile pain-pleasure border until you feel him shudder and paint your insides with his release. His fingers follow the path his erection just took and crook inside of you. You gasp around the taste of his bloodied mouth against yours as you cum.

***

You’ve cleaned William up again— and gotten dirty all over again in the shower, and then clean again—and are now on his couch, his head in your lap. You siphon through his damp hair until he catches your fingers and presses his lips against them.

“Easy, your cut,” you caution him. He sighs but lets your clasped hands rest against his chest. You feel something digging into your left thigh and realize I t’s the television remote. “Did you bring the movie back to the rental store yet?”

“Fuck. I completely forgot. We can stop on the way to pick up your car.” He’s already decided you’ll be spending the night at your apartment, planning on following you back to your place after your retrieve your vehicle.

“How early do you get up in the morning?”

“Five. Can be a little later since I’ll be closer to work.”

“I’ll make you coffee. ‘With a terrifying amount of sugar’.”

He smiles softly. “Just how I like it. I’d appreciate that.”

You watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest, of your fingers netted with his. So calm after such fury earlier. “William, what’s your last name? You never told me.”

The smile fades. “Afton.”

“William Afton.” You feel his fingers tightening against yours. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone.”

“I’d appreciate that, too.” He shifts, sitting upright next to you. “Are you ready to get going?”

You hesitate, biting your lip.

“Ask.”

“Can you not…can you not tell the owner about what happened today? Mike really needs that job.”

William scowls, releasing your hand abruptly. “He should have thought about that before he assaulted me. I could have called the police; he should be grateful I didn’t.”

“I know, I just…”

“You can’t have it both ways. Not anymore. Not after all of this. You have to pick a side. You’re with me or you’re with him.”

“I’m yours,” you say. It’s the simple truth.

“Alright, sweetheart.” His expression softens. “Let’s get you home.”

***

By Thursday morning you’ve finally made some headway on your project for work.

You reread the lines of instructions in the manual template again, satisfied with the concise directions. Your coffee cup is disappointingly empty and you stand to go make a fresh cup when you hear a knock at the door.

Mike Schmidt is standing on your doorstep with deeply shadowed eyes. He clearly hasn’t been sleeping well, but that’s nothing new. You notice he’s balancing two paper cups on top of a box of donuts.

“I brought breakfast. I um…I didn’t like how we left things. Can I come in?”

You nod, stepping aside to let him in. He places the items he’s carrying carefully on the counter. You shut the door behind him.

“I thought…I thought I could do this without you. But I can’t. I told Abby…I said you were busy with work stuff. I couldn’t bring myself to…she knows something’s up. She’s too smart.” He looks at you. “I really miss you. It fucking hurts so bad you can’t even imagine.”

“Mike…” you say helplessly.

“I know you…I don’t want to talk about him, just…you have feelings for him or whatever. I know you and I aren’t…I’m not asking you to…fuck, why is this so difficult?” He rakes a hand through his hair. “I was wrong before. About not wanting you in your lives. I do want you. In our lives.” There’s an undeniable pause between those last two statements.

“I don’t want to hurt you or Abby. I miss you, too. I just want to be clear about…what we would be. It can’t be anything more than friends.”

“I know. I know it’s not going to be easy.

I can’t just switch my feelings off. They’re still there. But it’s still better than not having you around at all. I know that’s probably selfish…I really do want you to be happy.”

“I want you to be happy, too,” you murmur.

“So um…so yeah. Friends?”

“Okay.” You clear your throat. “So what’s in the box?”

“Well I had to get sprinkles for Abs of course but they had the lemon curd filled ones you like so…”

“Those are my favorite.”

“I know.” He opens the box and you accept the powdered sugar covered donut, taking a bite. The filling oozes out. “Here, you’ve got…” His thumb drags against the smear of yellow tucked into the corner of your mouth, lingering there.

“Mike…we can’t…”

“I know.” He heaves a shuddering sigh, his hand dropping. “This is really difficult. I’m not…I’m not going to cross any boundaries, I promise. I respect you too much for that. It’s just going to take me time to get used to…this. The new ‘us’. Do you think…do you think maybe you’d like to come over for dinner one night next week? Watch a movie, something like that?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Okay.” He smiles softly.

“Has your aunt been watching Abby?”

“Yeah. That’s another reason I need you around. I’m tired of getting yelled at. I know she would never get mad at you, so…”

“I can still watch her, sometimes, you know…”

“That would be helpful. You don’t have to, but…I’m not going to decline that offer. And I know Abs would appreciate it.”

“Sure. I’m happy to help out.” You glance down at the open box. “I see there’s only one chocolate dipped one there.”

“Yeah, that’s all they had left.”

“I call dibs.”

“No way. You got first pick, now I get the next one.”

“Rock paper scissors?”

“Deal. And the loser does the dishes after dinner next week.”

“Those are pretty high stakes.”

“I think it’s worth the risk.”

He smiles and you grin back. Maybe it will be okay after all.

***

It’s Mike’s birthday. There’s no way you’re going to let him get through a shitty shift at the pizzeria thinking you’d forgotten the date.

You keep one hand on the cake box on the passenger seat beside you. There’s a card and a wrapped box with a new nature sounds tape tucked inside it. Also a new frame for the photo he keeps at his bedside, folded face down. You think he’s torn between wanting to see his family, alive and well and happy, and the pain of that reminder, held close but unable to face it fully. You think maybe reframing it will help. A fresh start while still treasuring the memory. You’ll volunteer to help him hang it somewhere. Maybe it’ll help him heal a little. You hope so.

You reach your destination and stare in disbelief at the pair of cars in Freddy’s parking lot.

William’s here.

You can’t imagine a single good reason for it, unless it’s another ‘site visit’, but that excuse seems paper thin now. The last time the two men had seen each other as far as you’re aware was that day in the parking lot when Mike had punched him and gotten choked in return. You park hastily, straddling the faded white line that demarcates two designated spots, deciding to leave Mike’s birthday things in the car for now until you find out what’s going on inside. You walk quickly to the entrance, tugging on the handle of the front door, but it’s locked. You push the buzzer, looking into the nearest camera. “Mike, come on, open up.”

You peer inside the glass doors but you can’t see much of anything. Cursing, you begin walking around the building, pushing halfheartedly at the other doors until one actually shifts, the sudden momentum nearly making you fall. You enter and find yourself in one of the rear hallways. You actually recognize the custodial closet on your left and the employee locker storage across from you.

The door is cracked open, a familiar looking set of keys hanging from the lock, the white rabbit’s foot unmistakable.

Your footsteps slow, your sense of unease growing. You push against the door and it swings inward silently. The steel cabinet that was sealed shut before is now wide open…and empty.

[hellfireslut]

This Only Happens in the Movies - part 3

paring : eddie munson x fem!reader

part 1, part 2

characters : eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley

word count : 1.9k (yay my longest story!!)

warnings : swearing, angst, mentions of crying, mentions of starvation, depression, cliff hanger ending lowkey hehe

Family Video, 1986, 2 weeks later

Y/N sat in the back office of the Family Video store, her eyes shut closed, holding back a dam of tears. A dark incubus of regret and sorrow brimmed her eyes every time she closed them. All her mind could make out was the feeling she felt that night at Eddie’s trailer. A touch of heaven slowly dropping to hell in the span of a minute. Her heart fell to pieces anytime he threw himself into her memory. Her heart has a firing squad lined up the perimeter of it, shooting every-time she thought of his raspy voice. Real love being gathered for the first time. A touch of his real love being ripped apart from her heart. “A great friend.” seemed like the only words her brain could comprehend. The dripping of rain hitting the sun roof window above her synced with her slow and rambunctious heart beat. Y/N jumped slightly, biting the soft part inside her mouth as she heard a soft knock across the door.

“Y/N, hun, your break ended 10 minutes ago. Can I come in?” Steve heard faint sniffles from beyond the door. None of her friends had seen her in such a state of depression and self loathing. A soft “Sure” came from her mouth. As he opened the door, his heart dropped to his feet. Y/N sat there, tears and mascara running down her face, snot falling from her nose, and sweat weeping from all across her frame.

He immediately walked towards her, crouching down to her level. Y/N looked up at him and saw the horror glowing in his eyes. His eyes told a story of reassurance and comfort. Her body rolled on top of his, letting out loud sobs for the whole store to hear. Steve wrapped his arms around her shoulders, tightly securing her into his embrace. Tears trickled down his shoulder, sobs only growing louder as he rubbed his hands up and down her back. Y/N pulled away from the moment as she looked up, seeing Robin standing at the door frame, her arms crossed on her chest, looking down at her shoes. Steve turned around, noticing what Y/N was staring at. He waved his arm, signaling Robin to come over. Robin walked behind the pair, wrapping her arms around Y/N, smothering her as more sobs fell down her face.

“Y/N, what’s going on? You’ve been down for the past 2 weeks.”

“It’s.. it’s Eddie. We’re over. I fucked everything up because I jumped to conclusions,” Steve and Robin nodded as they listened to her finally let out what she’s been holding in. The two shared looks of sincerity and despair. “I thought he genuinely loved me, he bought me a necklace for God’s sake, and then he told me I was a,” her voice cracked before she let out the dreaded words. “great friend. He yelled at me, reminding me that we agreed to keep things casual. But I only said that because he suggested it!”

“I swear to God, I’m going to kick that freaks ass!” Steve got up, he started breathing heavily, a fist forming on his right hand. Robin stood as well, hitting Steve’s arm.

“Dingus, this isn’t the time to go all “King Steve” and fight Eddie. I’m sure he’s at home, even more crushed at himself for hurting Y/N.”

Eddie’s Trailer, 1986

Robin was right, Eddie was in worse shape than Y/N. The boy hadn’t left his been since the incident, only getting up to use the bathroom. His appetite had completely gone, in result of his constant smoking. He mourned, getting through each day high, and weeping into the gold chain on his nightstand each night. The night replayed in his mind, even when he thought he was getting over it all. A video of Y/N throwing the necklace to the ground replayed in his eyes when he closed them, tears welling up in his orbs. Memoirs of her beauty and her stature flooded his empty head. No one had ever had this much control over his before in his years. When he woke up, rolling over on his side, fear grew in his heart at the sight of her not next to him in his bed. Her face, a melody trapped in his head and soul. Through his sobs he heard the doorbell ring. Eddie groaned, wiping tears from his puffed face. Some hope grew on his face, praying to whatever God that somehow, Y/N would be at his door. When he made it to the front door he let out a soft, almost inaudible plea of guilt. He swung the door open, a slight inch of disappointment grew on his face, as he was greeted by Steve and Robin.

Steve stood at the door way, his hands placed tensely on his hips, looking Eddie up and down from hair to heels. Steve looked as if he was about to pounce at the sight of his glum face. Robin stared directly into his eyes, cocking her eyebrow at the way he stood there, dumbfound. Eddie looked as if he could pass out then and there, slowly shutting the door in their faces. Robin placed her hand on the door, halting his action. The door swung backwards, crashing into the wall.

“Look, if you’re here to make me feel worse than I already do, you’ve done it already.” Eddie was took aback as Steve slowly paced towards him. The men were almost face to face, Robin still standing in the doorway, giving Eddie a look of irritation.

“Look Munson, Y/N told us enough already for me to want to beat your ass, but we’ve come here to listen to you.”

Eddie looked over Steve’s shoulder, toward his car parked outside his trailer. He gazed into the back seat, seeing Y/N in the back, anxiously waiting for them to come back to the car. He pushed Steve out of his way, sprinting towards the front door. Robin put her arms across the doorway, blocking Eddie from walking out.

“You’re only allowed to talk to her, once you’ve told us what you’ve done.” Robin pushed his chest back a bit, leading him toward Steve.

“Didn’t you tell me she already told you the story? Or is Harrington here too dumb to comprehend words?”

“Don’t get smart with her, Munson. You don’t know what it took to even get her into that car. She’s too broken down to even get out of it and see you. I know dirtbags like you, looking for an easy girl to go and break their heart. Y/N’s stronger than that,” Steve pushed his index finger into Eddie’s chest. “strong enough to bounce back from your bullshit.”

“Did she mention the part where we agreed to keep things casual? Oh and I bet she didn’t say how she took my words the wrong way, did she? So if you’re here to beat me up, go right ahead, but that’s not going to stop her,” he said, pointing towards the car, as she saw Y/N stepping out of the backseat, headed toward the door. “from crying.”

Steve and Robin both turned their heads in unison, look at Y/N. She rubbed her eyes walking underneath Robin’s arms that guarded the frame. The 3 watched as she walked to Eddie. She stood in front of him, watching his eyes form tears into the corners. Y/N dropped into his chest, her arms swinging around his waist, sobbing into his stained shirt. His arms wrapped around her shoulders. The pair stood there crying into each others warm embrace. Eddie couldn’t form any words besides “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m an idiot I know.” He pulled away from her, grabbing her face with both of his hands. The cold metal sensation brought back a flood of tears, that fell onto his fingers. Y/N looked into his eyes, searching for some feeling of love. His eyes puffy, filled with deplore, penitence, and rue.

Y/N grabbed his cheek, pulling him toward her face. Their lips collided, sending the reignited spark into their souls. The salty taste of his tears filled her mouth, letting a sigh fall from her throat. Eddie pulled away first, holding her hands now, looking at her visage. He took in every feature of her melancholy frame.

“Y/N, I never meant to hurt you, all of the words came out wrong, and I should have chased you down the street, instead of crying in my room like a dumbass.”

“Well you’re right about one thing.” Steve said snickering. He looked at Robin for back up, ultimately receiving a deadly stare from Eddie.

“Don’t listen to Steve, I’m just glad they brought me here,” Y/N said in a whisper. “I didn’t realize how hard it was to not be with you every single day. I love being around you, and if that means just being friends, I’ll have to learn how to deal with that.”

“That’s not what I want, I want to be yours. From the first day I saw you at the Family Video, I knew from that moment I’d love you forever. I never wanted to lead you on, I just couldn’t find the right words, and there’s not enough to tell you how I feel, and how I’ll always feel. Because when I’m with you, Y/N, everything else disappears, and I’m just left with the woman I want.”

A feeling of resent filled both Robin, and Steve’s minds. Maybe the threatening towards Eddie was too far, but it allowed the two to see his true intentions. He wasn’t using Y/N, he was just an idiot infatuated and scrambling with the words of affirmation.

[xoxobuckybarnes]

Love Is All Around Us

A Stucky Four Weddings and A Funeral AU by xoxobuckybarnes

Summary: Steve and Bucky are best friends. Always have been. Always will be. Around them, all their friends are falling in love, getting married, having children, living their best lives. Steve and Bucky are dancing around their feelings for each other. With wedding after wedding to attend, it might finally be time for Steve and Bucky to finally address their feelings for each other...

Chapter 1: Tony & Pepper

Saturday June 10, 2023

An incessant ringing wakes Steve from the deep, blissful sleep he was in. His head is pounding and when he attempts to open his eyes, he’s blinded by the bright light pouring in from the open window. He squeezes his eyes shut, hastily patting around in search of his phone. When he finally finds it, he opens his eyes just enough to see the answer button, sliding it without even checking who’s calling him.

“Hello?” Steve mumbles, closing his eyes and throwing an arm over his head to block the light.

“Steve! Dude! Where are you?” Sam yells.

“Huh?” Steve’s too tired, and too hungover to be dealing with Sam yelling at him right now. He burrows into the bed, pulling the covers up further over himself.

“Do you know what time it is?” Sam asks.

Steve groans. “Too early.” All he wants is to just fall back asleep, wake up when his hangover has passed.

“We’re all up in Tony’s suite. Where are you guys?”

“Shit!” Steve sits up a little too quickly, his head spinning. Carefully, he turns to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Squinting his eyes to help him see better, he sees that it’s almost 10:15; he was supposed to be up in Tony’s suite 15 minutes ago. “I’ll be up in a bit.”

“Yeah, okay,” Sam replies.

Hanging up the call, Steve drops the phone down on the mattress. He rests his elbows on his legs and lowers his head into his hands, fighting the urge to fall back asleep.

Faintly, he tries to recall his dream. He can’t remember who else was in it, or where they were, or even what they were doing, but there’s this warmth in his chest that tells him he was happy. He takes a moment, focusing on that feeling, trying to recall whatever image he can from the dream, hoping to figure out what it was that made him feel happy in a way that he so rarely feels when awake. Nothing comes though, and eventually he gives up.

Steve pushes himself out of the bed, grabbing a pillow as he does so, throwing it at the lump in the other bed. “Buck! Wake up, we’re late!” Bucky just groans. Ignoring it, Steve makes his way to the bathroom to get ready. He’s grateful that, even in his inebriated state last night, he had the brilliant idea to shower, leaving him one less thing to do this morning.

When he emerges from the bathroom, not even ten minutes later, Bucky’s still sleeping. Steve sits down on the edge of the bed, strokes Bucky’s back, quietly calls his best friend’s name. When Bucky starts to stir, Steve calls his name a little louder.

“Five more minutes,” Bucky moans.

Steve chuckles, sliding his hand up to Bucky’s head, ruffling his hair. “We don’t have five more minutes. We’re already extremely late.”

Bucky groans again, but he at least makes a start on getting up, rolling from his stomach to his back. Lazily, Bucky holds his hand out and Steve grabs it, pulling Bucky up into a sitting position. Bucky keeps moving forward, until his head is resting on Steve’ shoulder. Steve huffs out a laugh as he soothingly rubs Bucky’s back. “Too much to drink last night?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

“Ugh,” Bucky whines. “No more tequila.”

Steve wraps his other hand around Bucky’s waist, holding his best friend close. “Hey, no one told you to make that bet with Clint.”

Bucky slides both his hands around Steve’s waist, shifting closer, pushing his nose into Steve’s neck. “Hey! I’m pretty good at darts. I always beat you. I thought I could win.”

Steve snorts. “I suck at darts. Beating me is no accomplishment. Clint, on the other hand, has unbeatable aim. You know that. Everyone knows that.”

Bucky sighs. His warm breath tickles Steve’s neck. “Steve,” he whines. “I couldn’t let him win. I hate losing.”

“You lost three in a row, Buck.”

“Third time’s a charm?”

“Apparently not,” Steve replies.

Bucky responds by pinching Steve’s side.

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey!” Steve squeals, trying to maneuver out of Bucky’s reach. He shimmies to get away from Bucky’s pinching fingers, but Bucky grasps tightly on Steve’s waist, pulls him back into his chest, pinches him again. In retaliation, Steve starts tickling Bucky, knowing his friend well enough to know his most ticklish spots.

Bucky giggles, squirming under Steve’s fingers. “Stop! Stop! Stop!” he cries through laughter.

Steve concedes, holds his hands up in surrender. He’s staring right at Bucky’s face as he watches his friend settle down. He’s staring so intently at the way Bucky’s chewing on his lower lip, that he misses Bucky lowering his hand to pinch Steve again. “No fair!”

Bucky laughs. “Okay, okay. I’m done.”

“Good.”

Bucky groans, resting his head back down on Steve’s shoulder. “Ugh. My head hurts.”

“You need some hair of the dog,” Steve suggests. He pats Bucky’s hip. “C’mon, go get ready so we can head up to Tony’s.”

Gently, Bucky removes himself out of Steve’s embrace and climbs out of bed, flicking Steve’s ear as he walks past. Steve throws another pillow at Bucky, just missing as Bucky shuffles into the bathroom.

Steve changes into his suit and waits for Bucky to finish getting ready in the bathroom, scrolling through twitter on his phone while he waits. After ten minutes, Steve calls out to Bucky, reminding him that they’re already late. The only sound that comes from the bathroom though, is the rushing of water from the faucet. Steve goes back to his phone, rolling his eyes. For as long as he’s known Bucky, he’s known that Bucky takes his looks very seriously, perhaps a little too seriously, often taking way too long to get ready. Steve’s just grateful that he works from home so that he’s not fighting with his roommate for the bathroom in the morning.

It’s another ten minutes before Bucky finally emerges from the bathroom. Steve glances up briefly from his phone, then does a double take. Bucky looks good, really good; the twenty minutes in the bathroom was certainly worth it. His fluffy brown hair is flowing into soft curls. He’s freshly shaved, and even from where Steve’s sitting on the bed, he picks up a faint scent of Bucky’s cologne. Bucky’s already changed, wearing a classic gray suit with a crisp white shirt underneath and a gray tie. His grandfather’s black watch, the one he saves for special occasions, is on his wrist, completing the look.  

“Steve!”

“Huh?” Steve hadn’t even noticed that Bucky was talking to him, so entranced by Bucky’s appearance. He shakes his head and focuses on Bucky, glad that his friend is gathering up his phone and wallet from the dresser, not looking at Steve, unable to see him turning red.

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[uncozy-unrose]

Comfortember Day One : Hugs

Fandom: Stranger Things ♡ Main: Jonathan (non-minor) ♡ Ship: Stonathan ♡ Features: Old Injury flare ups, hiding pain, rainy day cuddling, grumpy baby vs sunshine baby, hot water bottles, and warm blankets.

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Sometimes it worsened when it he was overworked. Sometimes, it was when it was cold. Most of the time it was when it rained. 

Today it was all three. 

Jonathan lay still on the couch, eyes firmly pressed closed in an effort to calm his breathing. Every breath seemed to make the gnawing ache in his back even worse. A ratty pillow was shoved under his spine in a desperate attempt to keep him in a comfortable position, and a thick crochet blanket was draped over his frame to provide some much needed warmth. It also served to hide his hands, which where tensing and releasing with each wave of pain. 

It had been a few years now since a metal stool had been hammered into Jonathan’s back as he licked the cold linoleum floor of the Hawkins Memorial Hospital. A few years should be enough to quell the repercussions of fighting a minion of the mind flayer, but he could still feel the pain as clearly as he could see the horrifically violent face of Bruce Lowe.

Jonathan could hear the rain begin to get worse outside, coming down in vicious sheets. the wind howled loudly, almost concerningly so, and Jonathan audibly cursed as he realized he had not closed the kitchen window after an incident with burning his eggs this morning. He cursed even louder when he hastily rolled off of the couch and began to sprint toward the kitchen, causing his back to scream out wildly. One hand flew out to grip the counter in order to steady himself, and the other reached for the top of the window, but Jonathan was unable to muster up enough strength to push down hard enough to close it. 

A bright voice, contradicting the tone of the current situation, rang out as Jonathan heard the front door swing open and bang into the wall behind it. 

“Honey! I’m home!”

Jonathan stiffened at the noise. Straightening his frame to the best of his abilities, he swallowed his pain and called out to his boyfriend. 

“Steve!”

Jonathan had been hiding these miserable back flare ups from Steve for forever. That wasn’t the always plan, bet then again, dating Steve Harrington wasn’t the plan either. If you ask Jonathan, he would say he wasn’t technically hiding his plight from the other man, he simply just hadn’t had a good time to mention it. If you ask anyone else though, they would say that it was a combination of Jonathan’s reticence and general need to not be a bother.

A mess of dripping brown hair turned the corner, and with it, a smiling Steve. His gleeful expression promptly fell as he saw Jonathan struggling with the window, rainwater pooling around his feet as it blew fiercely through the frame. Steve gripped the window with both hands and helped push it closed, hearing Jonathan’s hearty sigh of relief when the deed was done. He noticed his gray t-shirt speckled with raindrops and his poor socks were drenched.

“Hey, are you alright, Byers? You’re soaked!” 

Jonathan let out a choked laugh. 

“Are you kidding? I’m soaked? You look like a wet dog.”

“Hey now, I just saved the apartment from getting flooded, so…”

Jonathan smiled and apologized with a quick kiss, his hand still firmly gripping the kitchen counter. Steve grinned. 

“Well, let’s get in some dry clothes. It’s fucking freezing in here.”

The pair made their way into the small hallway adjacent to the kitchen and then into their bedroom. Jonathan watched as Steve peeled off his damp clothes and replace them with a dry fleece tracksuit, picking the brief moments where his back was turned to begin taking off his own clothes. The ache in his back turned into a biting sting as he raised his arms over his head and he didn’t want Steve to notice. 

Jonathan successfully slipped his warmest knit sweater over his torso and managed to get his arms through the sleeves without blowing his cover. He was even able to bend down to swap his damp socks with dry ones, concealing his twisted grimace from the man just a few feet to his left. After cautiously straightening himself up and resting a steadying hand on his dresser,  Jonathan replaced the grimace with a sweet smile as he watched Steve rough up his hair with a towel in an attempt to get it dry. 

Steve tossed the towel onto the bed between them and peered at Jonathan through a jungle of tangled waves, returning the smile. 

“Well, that was a bit chaotic, huh? Can we start over?”

Steve raked his hand through the mop on his head, pushing it back into submission. He strode over to a slightly shivering Jonathan with open arms, not noticing the fact that the shorter man’s eyes had widened to the size of saucers. Muttering a quiet “C’mere”, he pulled Jonathan in for a hug. 

Stiffening, Jonathan could not hold back a wince as he tucked his head between Steve’s neck and shoulder. He managed to slide his hand off of the dresser and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. If he was being honest, Jonathan didn’t even mind the discomfort gripping his spine. For the first time today he actually felt warm. 

Appreciating the support he was getting, both physically and emotionally, Jonathan let himself melt into the embrace. Steve’s smile broadened and he responded by gently tightening his grip, unknowingly sending an excruciating wave down the other man’s back. The stifled whimper that escaped Jonathan’s throat startled Steve, causing him to pull back and grasp his shoulders.

“Hey? Hey, what’s wrong?”

Noticing the tears threatening to spill on to Jonathan’s cheeks, Steve flung into autopilot and drew him in to his chest again, hugging him close. Jonathan let out a louder yelp this time as he stepped backwards, taking a hasty seat on the bed and twisting the sheets tightly between his fingers. Steve dropped to his knees and placed a gentle hand on Jonathan’s tensed one in front of him.

“Jon, talk to me…”

Swallowing thickly, Jonathan managed to open his eyes and face not only Steve, but a secret that has been looming over him for several years now. 

“Sorry, uh…” he sniffled, “It’s just my back…”.

“Oh… did you hurt yourself?”

“No, it just does this sometimes.”

Steve shifted from his position on the floor to sitting on the bed next to Jonathan, placing a supportive hand on his bouncing knee. 

“Sometimes?”

“The rain makes it worse… And the cold.”

Steve’s brow furrowed in concern. He looked down at his feet.

“Oh yeah, my mom’s shoulder gets like that when it rains, but she fucked it up in high school… cheerleading accident. Did you ever hurt your back?”

Jonathan let out a dark chuckle and explained the violent events of Hawkins Memorial, but now in more detail than Steve had heard before. It took everything for Steve to bite back chastising words like ‘you should have told me sooner’, and ‘why haven’t you seen doctor?’. Instead he fell into the role of caretaker, a role in which Steve was naturally gifted, especially when it came to Jonathan. 

Steve kissed away a tear that was making its way down Jonathan’s cheek, choosing not to mention it out loud. He then stood and made his way to the bathroom, turning on the tap and opening the medicine cabinet. He tucked a bottle of aspirin under his arm, filled the cup next to the sink with water, and adjusted the tap to a warmer temperature, letting it run as he ran to the bedroom to place the medicine and cup into his boyfriends slightly trembling hands. 

Jonathan’s lips tugged at a grateful smile and placed the cup on the bedside table. After shaking two pills into his hand first, then tossing them back into his mouth, Jonathan sipped at the water and watched Steve leave and then re-enter the bedroom holding a hot water bottle. He placed the hot water bottle on the bed and snaked his hand up Jonathan’s sweater, brushing his gentle fingers down his spine, making him shudder. 

“Can you lay on this? The heat will help.”

Steve moved his hand to behind Jonathans nodding head and guided him down to a comfortable position, the hot water bottle situated evenly under his lower back. Letting out a satisfied groan, Jonathan practically melted into the mattress below him. Steve grinned as the other man let his eyes flutter shut in a moment of relief. He shifted on to his hip and lowered his own body down to cuddle up next to Jonathan, pulling a blanket over the both of them.

“Hey, stupid”, Steve half-whispered, peering up through his eyelashes. 

Jonathan  scrunched up his nose, then looked down at Steve, letting out a light laugh.

“Hey…”

“Thanks for being honest, love. I know you never want to inconvenience anybody, but just know that I kind of like taking care of your ass.”

Jonathan chuckled through a few more escaped tears, communicating both gratitude and understanding. The sound blended with the rain drumming rhythmically on the bedroom window, and soon the pair succumbed to sleep, Jonathan breathing much easier than he had been able to before.

[make-me-your-animal]

I wrote this during my break at work so sorry if it sucks

Warnings: mentions mastrubation and swearing

Pairing: Steve and oc

Steve, " Keira whisper-yelled into the darkness, nudging the man next to her without actually looking at him. Her eyes were glued to the large window outside the cabin. They had flew in the day before as def leppard was going to play a gig in northern wisconsin. "Steve," she said a little louder, watching the big, wet, heavy snow fall.

"What bab-" He mumbled.

"It's snowing" she stated. "Hard"

"And?" Steve grumbled, trying to burry his face into the pillows.

"Look at it it's so pretty"

Steve, being the sweetheart he was perched himself up on his elbows so he could see. In the process, the quilt they shared slipped down his chest. His hair was sticking up in every direction as he gazed over her towards the window. His eyes were half lidded. "It's really falling out there, isn't it?" He stated more for her excitement than anything else. "It's fucking cold in here let me hold you." he tried pulling her down but she wouldn't budge.

"It barely snows in England," she whispered, refusing to look from the window. "I miss it," she finally flopped down, letting Steve swaddle her in his long limbs, but that didn't last long.

"If we can find some free time tomorrow, I'm sure we could go for a walk or sumthin'"

"That would be nice" Keira murmmered finally turning over and burrying her face against his chest. "Think the others are up?"

"Probably not. Although I find Its hard to sleep with out the night sounds" Steve kissed the top of her head.

"You mean phil rubbing one out for the fifth time that night and Joe's horrible snoring?"

Steve chuckled.

"Or are you talking about savs mumbling? Well, it's not even really mumbling, is it? It's more like full-on concersations most nights. " she smiled, turning over again.

"Can't live with or without them I suppose" Steve said watching her sit up. "Not that your much better with your almost constant moving."

" Well, you're too boney to be comfortable," she poked at his ribs, making him giggle. The giggle turned into a loud laugh as she trailed her fingers dangerously close to his armpits.

A bang on the wall and Joe's sleep deprived voice telling them to 'shut the fuck up' silenced the pair for only a moment.

"Guess Joe's up," Keira snickered before flopping down on top of Steve. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her in place, not budging even when she tried to roll off him. It wasn't long before her breath on his neck evened out. Sometimes, she just had to hold still for five seconds. Now Steve was awake staring out the window, but if she was comfortable, he could endure it.

[camaro-and-smokes]

Mistake - The Love of My Life PT 6

Rating: Explixit Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Neil Hargrove Warnings: Fluff, boys kissing, angst, implied/referenced domestic abuse.

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Summary: Billy realizes that Steve is the real deal. He goes back to Steve and, well, not everything goes to plan.

Billy commanded the Camaro to take him away from Steve as soon as possible. As the car charged through the silent main street and towards the city sidelines, he felt a new streak of hot tears on his cheeks. He angrily wiped them away, but new ones kept coming. How in the fuck couldn’t he stop crying? He screamed on top of his lungs, pushing down the gas pedal on the floor and making the V8 roar even louder as he passed by the city limit.

He felt weak. He didn’t like it a bit, it was unnatural to him. But he had told Steve, he had to. Steve was the light that shined into his darkness blindingly bright. He had been sure that Steve would walk away - no, run - when he would see the sham that he was, his worthlessness and uselessness for not being able to stop an old man from being such a piece of shit.

But Steve had hushed into his ear when the tidal wave of emotions had rolled over him again and again. Steve hadn’t run. Steve had seen his pain, stayed, and taken it all in. Steve had wanted to help him to get away from Neil’s reach. Steve didn't just say it, he was the real deal.

As the realization hit him, Billy eased with the gas. He had ran away from the one person who truly wanted him to feel and be safe. He slowed down and turned the car around. He had to get back as fast as he could.

Steve crawled into his bed after getting back home from the rental. He didn’t feel like sleeping, but as the street lights lit the back wall of his room through the window, there was no point to keep a light on. He was trying to process everything that had happened over the last two days. He was high from finally having a date with Billy, happy about him coming to meet him at the rental unexpectedly, and having sex with him for the first time. He felt the bubbly feeling of starting to fall for someone, hard.

Then he thought of Billy’s gaze in the Camaro before he had broken into tears. Steve had never seen pain so raw. And Billy had shared it with him, even though it must’ve hurt a lot to do so. It made him feel sad, because it was Billy who’s pain it was, and he just wanted to take all that away. And it made him angry, that it was Billy, who was being hurt by that asshole of a dad.

Steve didn’t blame Billy for driving away the way he did. He understood it. Billy had built a high barrier around him as a guard, and it must've been hard to let it down, even just for the tiniest moment. He himself felt like crying when he thought about it all.

Steve had almost already fallen asleep, when there was a clink in the window. Soon, there was another one. Steve’s first thought was that it was just the branch of the old oak tree in the front yard that tapped his window, but then he remembered that it had just been cut. The branches didn’t reach his window anymore. Again, another clink. Steve got up and looked out the window, down to the yard.

Billy was standing there, just about to throw another small rock into the window.

When Billy saw Steve coming to the window, he felt like the damn holding all the hurt, frustration and anger he’d so carefully constructed over the years would break up once again. He swallowed hard, and took a deep breath. Then he smiled at Steve, waving his hand just a little.

Steve opened the window. He didn’t say anything to not attract any extra attention, and he signed towards the plant stand on the outer wall that Billy could use to climb up to the roof and from there to his room.

Billy came up, and Steve closed the window after him. Steve was about to say something, but Billy wrapped his arms around him and kissed him. Then he hugged Steve and they stood there for a good while just hugging, Billy's head on Steve's shoulder, holding on tight.

Steve didn’t let go of Billy until he first felt Billy easing his hug. “Hi,” he whispered when Billy finally let go and looked at him. “Hi.” “Did you drive far?” “Yeah, kinda.” Billy paused. “I was worried if you’d be already asleep when I got back.” ”No, I was still awake,” Steve smiled. “I kind of guessed you’d come back.” He crawled back to bed. Billy didn't know how he should be, stand or sit down. ”Come here,” Steve said puffing the pillows. Billy took off his jacket and boots and laid next to Steve on his side. ”Come here,” Steve said and pulled Billy on his arms, tight against him, Billy's head on his shoulder. ”You're not used to this are you?” ”I don't usually stay long enough to cuddle. If you get my drift.” ”Well, then it's time you learn how to,” Steve smiled Billy laid his arm around Steve’s chest, hugging him. “You can hold on as long as you need to,” Steve whispered, and gave a kiss on Billy’s head, then leaning his head against on it. “I’m not going anywhere.” They were silent for a long while. “Steve?” Billy asked. “Yes?” “I’m sorry I hit you yesterday.” “I know why you did it.” “I didn’t want to do it. What I wanted to do was to push you against the wall and kiss you,” Billy whispered. Steve let out a laugh. “It was almost the same thing.” “I won’t do it again. I promise,” Billy said quietly. “It’s alright, babe.” “I need to figure out so many things. I mean, at school and everywhere else and my friends and…” “Babe, we don’t have to think about any of that now,” Steve soothed Billy. After a moment of silence Billy spoke: “I’ve never felt like this for anyone before.” Steve was quiet just for a moment too long for Billy’s comfort, and Billy leaned to his elbow and looked at Steve. “Me neither,” Steve replied and pulled Billy into a kiss. When their lips touched, Billy melted once again. The kiss was soft and caring. No games, no terms, no rules to obey, just…affection.

Billy woke up to the sun shining in to his eyes. He tried to turn away from it, and when it didn't work, he realized that he was sleeping next to someone. He felt a breath on his ear, an arm was tightly wrapped around him, and legs tangled with his, leaving him to be the small spoon in a tight hug. He laid his head back on the pillow. It had Steve's scent in it. His eyes shot open. Fuck. ”Steve? Hey, Steve, wake up,” he whispered, brushing Steve's arm and trying to get him to wake up enough to let him go. ”I gotta go.” ”Umm,” came Steve's answer and he let go. He stretched and opened his eyes and looked groggily at Billy, who was already putting on his jacket. ”Where are you going?” ���Home,” Billy said pulling his hair from under the jacket and putting on his boots. ”What? Why?” Steve asked groggily and sat up. ”It's fucking morning! I fell asleep. I shouldn't have.” Steve tried to clear his head. ”Why?” Billy looked at Steve as if Steve was a moron. ”Neil.” He opened the window and was halfway out when Steve had finally managed to get up and was grabbing his arm. ”Hey, I won't let you go without a kiss.” Billy stopped and the kiss they shared was, despite the morning breaths, full of the same affection as the ones they had shared over night. ”I'm sorry Steve, I really need to go.” ”Can you come over tonight?” Steve asked Billy as he was already almost on the side of the roof by the plant stand. ”I'm home, I mean, if you want to.” ”I'll try,” came the answer. Soon Billy hopped down from the plant stand and walked towards the Camaro at a brisk pace. He turned to look at Steve on his way and he blew a kiss to him, then waving his hand. He got to the car, the V8 barked to life and he drove away.

Steve looked at the clock on his bedside table. 7:20am. God he hoped that Neil would be still sleeping at this hour. It was Saturday after all. Steve felt guilty. It was his fault that Billy fell asleep. It had just felt so perfect when he had noticed that Billy had fallen asleep on his arms, slightly snoring. Billy had felt so safe with him that he had totally let his guard down, and Steve had just wanted to stay there, close to him, as long as possible. Now his selfish desires had backfired, on their second date. If Neil did something to Billy to punish him for him being out all night, it was his fault.

Billy sat in the Camaro, listening the engine click as it cooled down in the cool morning air, and staring at the front door of his house. He had no way of knowing if Neil was awake or not, but he was pretty sure what might be coming. He had been leaving the house in the night after Neil had gone to bed but he also had always returned way before the sun was peeking from the horizon. It had worked flawlessly the whole time they'd been living in Hawkins. Maybe Neil knew about it, but at least he hadn't beaten him over it, yet. He took a few slow and deep breaths and hardened himself. Then he stepped out of the car and walked to the door.

He closed the door behind him as quietly as he could, and took off his boots. When he straightened himself, he saw Neil standing by the kitchen door. ”Well well. The prodigal son returns,” he snarled. ”Where have you been?” ”Out. Sir.” ”All night.” Billy knew not to lie. ”Yes. Sir.” There was a silence between them that was not promising anything good. ”What have I said about staying out late? Hmm?” ”That I shouldn't be out late.” ”What else?” Billy swallowed. ”If I want to stay out late, I should ask you. Sir.” ”That's exactly what I have said.” ”I'm almost eighteen. I'm not a kid anymore.” ”That's right, you're not a kid. And that's why you should know to do what we've agreed. You're always asking me to trust you, but then you do something like this…” Neil sighed. ”How can I trust you when you do the opposite what we've agreed?” Billy felt frustration getting the better of him. ”I shouldn't be needing your permission to go out. All I do is sit inside. I have friends! I want to be out there with them and not stuck here, with you!” Neil clenched his jaw and his fists and walked to Billy. Billy was taller than him, but it didn't make Neil any less intimidating. ”Do not shout at me, boy. You wake up the whole house,” he hissed. There it was, an excuse. Billy knew instantly what was coming. He looked past Neil to not challenge him in any way when Neil stepped in front of him. Billy bit his tongue and tried to keep a straight face. He wouldn't give Neil another excuse for him letting out a sound.

[skippermelody]

Max and Steve are my favorite sibling duo now because of Stranger Things S4 and since no one is making content for them I did it myself.

Summary: Steve goes to check in on Max a few months after the Byers' move. Mentions of death, abuse, and absent parents

Steve had only hung out with Max a few times. It wasn't his fault that most of those times happened to be when they were saving the world. Although, if he was being honest with himself, he should have gone to see her sooner.

Him and Billy had never been friends. Far from it actually. But Steve could tell Billy had pulled the short straw compared to Steve's family drama. Steve couldn't begin to imagine what that had meant for Max.

After the Battle of Starcourt, Max had seemed...fine. She had continued dating Lucas, she hung out with the rest of the kids, she slept over every night at the Byers' with Eleven until they moved. Everyone else assumed Max was taking the whole thing rather well.

Steve knew better.

Steve had never known death so personally but he knew the struggles of hiding pain behind a happy face. Nancy herself had called him out on it the fall of his senior year. Instead of dealing with the pain of family abandoning him and not paying him any mind, he surrounded himself with so called "friends". He drank. He partied. He dated. He had a cheesy grin on his face and made sure his hair was styled just so.

Max was lucky the people she was surrounding herself with were people that did care. That would listen if she ever needed to talk. But for whatever reason, she never did.

That's why Steve had decided to go over to Max's. It would be her turf. It would be most comfortable for her. Steve thought himself more mature than the other kids as well. If she needed to talk, he may be able to give some advice as well.

Steve pulled into the neighborhood using the directions Lucas had given him. Steve had never been in this area of Hawkins even though he dated a few girls who had lived there. He had always invited them to his place since his house was always empty.

This neighborhood wasn't exactly bad it just wasn't Lake Nora. Steve lived a privileged life. His opinion on that changed on the day of the week. Sometimes he found himself sleeping in the woods behind his house because he couldn't stomach the idea of sleeping in his bed.

He pulled into Max's driveway and looked at the small house. From how imposing Billy was on the basketball court, Steve couldn't imagine living with Billy in such a confined space. He could only hope Billy turned down his temperament when he was at home.

Steve went up to the door and knocked. He waited for footsteps that never came. He knocked a bit louder. Still nothing. He tried to look in the nearest window. No lights seemed to be on. "Damn Sinclair. You told me she would be here." He would already seem like a creep. 20 year old looking through the windows of a freshman's house.

The truth was that Max was home. Or at least coming back to it at the moment. She was on her skateboard. The thing she did when she was alone. It was easier to skate outside than do anything inside that empty house.

She rolled up to find none other than Steve the Hair Harrington looking inside the windows of her house. Was everyone in this town a stalker?

"Hey Harrington! If this is your new strategy for picking up girls, you're going to go to jail."

Steve turned suddenly at the sound of Max's voice from the street. He sighed and put his hands on his hips, "Sinclair said you'd be home today. I assumed that would mean in your home."

Max hopped off her board, but stayed in the street, "Well that was very presumptuous of you, wasn't it?"

"Yeah I guess it was" when he realized she wasn't going to walk up to the house he walked to the street, "What are you doing anyway?"

Max could feel herself adjusting her stance as Steve came closer. He was obviously taller than her, like Billy used to be. Max had learned how to make herself seem taller when interacting with Billy. It was a defense mechanism. One that now engaged whenever a taller man was near. She knew Steve was harmless - even if he had randomly shown up at her place for seemingly no reason - but her subconscious would react this way no matter what. "I could ask you the same question Harrington."

Steve stopped a few feet back and looked at the girl in front of him. With that question alone he was reminded of Billy. Max had an invisible wall around her, stopping him from even thinking about putting a foot in the street. Steve wondered if the kids ever sensed that.

"I came to check in on you," he saw no reason to lie to Max. Although he already knew how she would respond to that:

"Well thanks a lot, but I don't need a babysitter Steve."

Her eyes were ice as she looked at him in disgust. Such a fiery spirit in that small body. He tried a different tactic, "What has you so attached to that board anyway?"

Max looked at the board she had leaning on her leg. It was her escape from everything. Her happiest memory was her first time riding a skateboard. She had gotten scabs on her knees that still had remaining scars to this day, "It's - it's just a fun thing to do on the weekend."

Steve stared at her for a moment. She still had that wall but there was a slight softening in her eyes, "More fun than hanging out with your friends?"

"As hard as it is to believe? Yes." Her eyes had hardened again. It seemed the skateboard was his safest form of conversation if he wanted a way in.

"Really? I've never tried it before."

Max scoffed, "I'm not surprised. Pretty boy like you probably couldn't handle a scooter."

"Probably not," he held her eye contact as he slowly stepped forward, "Could you show me?" He was giving her the option to be in control of the situation.  He'd leave if she asked him to, if he didn't he knew she'd threaten to get a lawyer, but he was putting the situation in her hands.

She scrunched her eyebrows together. There was no reason for Steve to be here. She knew that. He was the last person she'd expect to show up at her door. But here he was all the same. Maybe - "Are you sure you don't need any knee pads or a helmet?"

Steve smiled and chuckled, "With everything I've been through I think I can handle a few falls."

Max remembered the bruises and blood covering Steve's face from the Russians. And then there was that fight...

As Max handed Steve the board she started "You know, I know he's not here to... um... apologize for-"

Steve put his hand on her shoulder, "Hey, you don't have to apologize for him. He was his own person that made his own choices. And besides, he wouldn't apologize to me for what he did."

Max nodded along silently before saying, "Yeah, he probably would have told you what you were doing wrong the whole time."

"You know he actually did! After he knocked me to the ground."

Steve and Max shared a laugh before Steve motioned for her to get started on teaching him how to skate.

They hung out for about an hour. Keeping it light. Steve made dude to be dramatic when he fell to make her laugh. He hadn't seen her truly laugh before. He thought to himself If I had a sister, I think this is what it would be like.

[crimxonwrites]

Bubblegum flavored kiss | fem!reader x Robin Buckley

♡ A/N: I am in love with Robin:)  !! English is not my first language!! feel free to point out any spelling/grammar mistakes. Thanks

♡ Summary: During Steve Harrington’s birthday party, he introduces you to Robin Buckley, who also happens to love bubblegum flavored ice cream.

contains: slow burn?, fluff

warnings: smoking, drinking, swearing, billy being the worst brother in the world, mentions of mental illness and daddy issues

pairings: robin buckley x fem!reader, robin buckley x hargrove!reader, platonic!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.8k

“Would it hurt if you slowed down a bit?” You cried, gripping the seatbelt.

Your brother scoffed and turned up the volume, your words fading as the music grows louder. Cursing under your breath, you open your purse and look for the cigarette pack. After a moment, you realize you left it home. “Shit.” You curse.

The car turns right as Billy stomps the pedal to the floor. You close your eyes and pray to every God you’ve ever studied about that your brother doesn’t kill you both. You open your eyes when he suddenly stops the car. If it wasn’t for the seatbelt, your head would have probably hit the window.

“You fucking maniac, you are going to kill us someday!” You scream at him, anxiety and anger fueling your body.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Billy mutters and slams the car door as he gets out, heading for the house full of drunk teenagers.

Almost ashamed you got out of the same car as Billy, you hurry up and enter the house. If the car doesn’t end up killing him, you swear you will someday. You watch him get lost in the crowd, being the usual menace that he is.

Thankful that Billy is not in your sight anymore, you enter the kitchen, feeling your body crave alcohol. “Hey, birthday boy!” You speak as soon as you see Steve Harrington.

“Hargrove, I’m assuming Billy is here too?” He asks as he pours some kind of alcohol in a red cup.

“Unfortunately.” You answer and he gives you the cup.

“Does he know his presence is unwanted?” Someone asks.

“Y/N, this is Robin Buckley. Robin, this is Y/N Hargrove.” Steve introduces you to her and you quickly down the alcohol from the red cup. Robin Buckley is breathtakingly beautiful, and you know you will need more than one drink in order to face her tonight.

After a moment of staring at her, she shakes your hand. Her touch is making your heart race faster than the speed of light. “Nice to meet you.” You speak as soon as the handshake is over.” Damn, Harrington, I didn’t know you were capable of moving on from Nancy this fast.” You continue, letting the jealousy speak for you as you notice the body language between the two. They seem awfully close.

“What? No, Steve and I are capital P platonic.” The girl says. “He is really not my type.” She adds and you watch Steve roll his eyes. “He is all yours.”

“Oh, no… He is not my type either.” You frown, making eye contact with Robin.

You try to read her expression, wondering if she picked up on your cryptic reply. Not wanting to freak her out, you turn towards the counter top and start pouring tequila in three shot glasses.

“Ouch.” Steve’s voice catches your attention. “I will let you know that just because you two find me repulsive, that doesn’t mean that the other girls in Hawkins do too.” He continues and you give him one glass as you hand Robin the other.

“Happy birthday, Harrington.” You say as the three of you simultaneously down the shots.

“Okay, it’s time for me to work my magic.” Steve says, eyeing some blonde girl from across the room. “You two have fun.”

Robin chuckles, making you smile. You try to not stare at her as she anxiously plays with her fingers, unable to find a conversation starter. Your smile fades as Billy enters the kitchen, throwing a beer cup on the floor. You really do not want to speak to him… or even be in his presence tonight.

“Hey, do you have a cigarette?” You ask Robin, anxiety making your body yearn for some nicotine.

“I don’t smoke.” She answers and you nervously shift your body away from Billy, who looks like he is about to approach the two of you. “But I do know a store pretty close by.” Robin grabs your arm before Billy can say anything to you.

You let Robin take the lead as the two of you start power walking through the crowd. She tightens her grip on your hand when you feel like you are about to lose her in between the drunk, sweaty teenagers. As you two are about to go through the front door, you look back and sigh out of relief when you notice Billy is nowhere to be seen. When you feel the cold air make contact with your hot body, you let go of her hand.

“Thanks.” You tell her, struggling to catch your breath.

“No problem. Come on.” Robin puts her hands in the pockets of her jacket. “I wasn’t kidding, I actually know a store close by.” You follow her as she starts walking down the dimly lit street.

“Holy shit, you’re the best.” You speak before you think and she laughs, nervously.

“This is actually great for me.” She says, looking at you. “I am not great at parties.” She adds as you walk by her side.

“I am… when Billy is not there.” You shrug. “How come you came to this party?” You ask when you notice she is about to bring up Billy.

You find it very difficult to even admit that you are Billy’s sister, especially ever since you moved to Hawkins. He is the worst brother in the world. Billy is in a constant state of anger and arrogance, rooted in the hatred for your father. You don’t blame him, because your father is even a bigger ass than Billy, but you find yourself wishing that Billy wouldn’t take out his anger on you and your step sister, Max.

“It’s Steve’s birthday party, he wouldn’t let me miss it.” Robin’s raspy voice brings you back to reality.

“Oh, right. How do you know Steve?” you ask.

Despite her statement from earlier, when she said she is not interested in Steve, you are still curious to find out how such a beautiful girl hangs with Steve without being interested in him. You found out Steve Harrington is the Hawkins High School heart throb. Every girl you have ever encountered was head over heels for him.

God, how you wish you were in his shoes right now.

“We work together at Scoops Ahoy. You should come by sometime.” She smiles.

“Totally.” You speak. “I love ice cream.” You mentally curse your need to fill in the silence with stupid statements. Who doesn’t love ice cream?

“Oh, what’s your favorite flavor?” Robin asks, almost leaving you speechless.

Relieved that Robin did not think your statement was stupid, you choose your next words carefully. “If I tell you, will you promise not to laugh at me?” You ask, embarrassed to reveal your favorite ice cream flavor.

“I don’t judge, Y/N.” The way she says your name makes you blush. “I am a very open minded individual.” She adds.

“Oh, God I am so embarrassed!” You exclaim and she giggles. You take your time before answering, Robin’s glance burning through you. “It’s bubble gum. I love bubble gum flavored ice cream!” You finally say, throwing your hands in the air. ”I know… it’s childish and you probably think-“

“Oh my God! That is my favorite flavor too!” She cuts you off, and you stop walking. Robin is too good to be true you think to yourself. “Come on!” She says as you notice the gas station store down the road.

Robin might be the coolest person you have ever met. Unable to take your eyes off of her, you follow her into the store. “I’ll meet you outside.” She says and she disappears through the aisles. Thankful for the lack of judgement, you head for the register, already impatient to see her again.

•••

After you successfully acquired the cigarettes, you sit down on the sidewalk outside of the gas station and light one up. Nicotine-induced serotonin is one of your favorite kinds of serotonin. You feel your body relax as your mind clears up. Looking up at the dark sky, you wonder when Robin will be back. She is definitely the highlight of your evening. Between the crazy drive and your maniac brother, she magically made everything better.

Fuck. If only she was into girls. She might be, but you do not know for sure, and you are not sure you want to ruin the evening by asking her, and scaring her away.

“Heads up.” You hear Robin’s voice.

The girl throws something at you, and you clumsily catch it. Confused, you look at the wrapper. Cornetto’s bubble gum flavored ice cream. “Robin Buckley, you are the fucking best!” You exclaim as she sits down next to you.

“You said that before.” She laughs. “You have good taste.” She says as she unwraps the ice cream.

The two of you eat ice cream in silence, watching the night sky. The night is quiet and the atmosphere is pleasant. You try to not stare at her too much, not wanting to ruin the moment, but as soon as you finish the delicious ice cream, your mind is clouded by curiosity.

Unable to take it anymore, you speak. “Hey uhm-“

“So, you’re Billy’s sister.” She says, her body turning to face yours. “Oh, sorry?”

“No, it’s fine.” You say, thankful that she stopped you from asking a question you might regret for the rest of your life. “Unfortunately.” You answer, avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah, you look like him.” Robin speaks while finishing her ice cream. You look at her funny, Robin’s statement leaving you wondering what she meant by it. “It’s a compliment!” She exclaims when she notices your confusion. “Billy is not bad looking… you know, for a guy.” She rambles.

The last three words she spoke make your stomach feel funny.

“Thank you but I’m not sure I agree with you.” You start. “What do you mean by for a guy?” You chuckle nervously.

“Oh, well… uhh… Guys are kind of ugly.” She stutters. “I mean, they are okay but not as good looking as-“

“I like girls, Robin.” You speak before you think, already regretting the confession.

“I..” she starts, closing the gap between you two. “I like girls too.” Flabbergasted by her words, you freeze. The funny feeling in your stomach suddenly turns into butterflies and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“I like you.” You let it out, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders. Robin’s hands cusp your face and her soft lips meet yours, in a very gentle, bubble gum flavored kiss. As you kiss her back, your heart starts pounding in your chest and you wonder if she can hear it.

“Sorry.” Robin apologizes and you open your eyes when she breaks the kiss.

“Don’t be sorry!” You quickly speak, grabbing her shaky hand. “I’ve been wanting to do that this whole evening.”

“What if someone sees us?” She turns her head, looking around.

“Let them.”

[eddiesasspbrak]

Not What I Expected Ch 1

It's Autumn in 1985 and Eddie is being harassed because he sold weed to the wrong girl.  Steve is still trying to get over Nancy and might have found the one person that can help him achieve that goal. Meanwhile, Robin has some secret romantic intentions of her own.

Pre Season 4 and not canon compliant with season 4

3K+ Words

AO3

“I saw that.” Robin said louder than she probably meant to given she was trying to keep the conversation between the two of them.

“Saw what?” Steve asked, his eyebrows knitting together.

“You, checking out Eddie Munson’s ass.” She grinned.

He looked at her dumbstruck and wide eyed like he couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. But of course, he could believe them because he definitely was checking out Eddie’s ass, though he didn’t mean to be so obvious about it.

“I absolutely was not.” He insisted. Just a week ago Steve was still mooning over his first love, Nancy and trying to forget her with any pretty girl that looked his way. It was about two months ago that Steve had first seen Eddie. Really seen Eddie. Of course, he knew he was before then. They went to school together and for a while they were in the same grade, until Steve graduated, and Eddie didn’t. All he’d seen him as back then was the weird kid who played D&D, had a band that played weird music, and sold pot to basically everyone on campus. Then again, he hadn’t paid that much attention to him before. Everything he knew were things that he’d heard from others and in rumors.

Then, two months prior, Eddie had meandered into the Family Video on a Friday night (one of their busiest nights of the week) presumably looking for a movie to watch. Steve did a double take when he saw him walk in and greeted him halfheartedly. He looked basically the same, but also different. His hair was slightly longer, and Steve couldn’t help thinking it suited him. Had he always looked like this? Steve spent his last year of high school so in love with Nancy he’d barely even noticed anyone else existed.

He didn’t return Steve’s greeting or even acknowledge him at all. Probably for the best that he didn’t notice Steve watching him walk through the aisles, running his finger over the covers of VHS boxes. In the end he left without a movie, but he did sneakily exchange something with another guy in one of the back aisles. No one would have noticed if Steve hadn’t been watching him so closely.

When Eddie did leave, Steve snapped out of the trance he’d been in and convinced himself he’d only been watching him because he didn’t trust him. He was a criminal, everyone knew that. He just had to make sure he didn’t steal anything. That’s all.

The next time he saw him was when picking up Dustin from school. They were talking, Dustin turned away from Steve so that he could see Eddie’s face. He was smiling. Before Steve could even process what he was feeling he mumbled out “pretty”, glad that he was alone in the car. He rolled down the window and called out, “Henderson, let’s go, I’ve got a date!” and both boys turned to look at him. Dustin put up a finger for one minute and seemed to say goodbye to Eddie, but Eddie’s eyes were locked on Steve’s. His smile was gone. He almost looked annoyed at being interrupted or maybe just annoyed at his presence. Steve ripped his eyes away as Dustin approached the car.

“What was that about?” Steve asked, pulling away from the curb and leaving Eddie behind.

“What? Me and Eddie? He runs the D&D club in school. The guys and I joined a few weeks ago. He’s pretty cool.” Dustin was still smiling.

“Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson? Cool? Not cooler than me.” Steve half joked.

“He’s not a freak. People just don’t get him.”

“And you do?”

Dustin was quiet for a moment, his smile gone and his eyes a little sad. “More like…he gets me. He’s my friend and I like hanging out with him. We all do.”

Steve made a sound along the lines of “hmph”, but he wasn’t sure exactly what he was hoping to convey through that, so Dustin spoke again. “Don’t be jealous just because I have another older friend, I think is cool. It’s not like I stopped thinking you’re cool. You two are just…different.”

“Hey, I’m not jealous. I’ve just heard things about him. Bad things. So, be careful, ok?”

“They’re just rumors.” Dustin all but pouted.

“Ok?” Steve repeated more sternly.

“Yea, yea. I’ll be careful.”

The notion of Steve being jealous of someone like Eddie Munson was ludicrous. Dustin and the other kids could be friends with whoever they wanted as long as they were good people. If everything Steve had heard was true, Eddie didn’t meet the criteria.

After that it seemed like Steve couldn’t get away from him. Almost everywhere he went, Eddie was there. He was there when he picked the kids up from school, he was there at his job every few days with a different customer of his thinking no one noticed, and he was there at the movies when he took Regina Mackey out on a date. Steve was never sure what days he’d show up at Family Video and he tried to ignore the thrill that went through him when he’d come through that door. Any time a customer came in, Steve’s eyes darted to the door to see who it was. Which was just a part of his job and didn’t mean a thing.

When it was Eddie that came through those doors, Steve could feel his heart leap and his stomach flip. It was just because he was cautious of him, he told himself. It wasn’t anything else. And then Robin began to notice. “Your boyfriend not coming in today?” She’d joke. Steve tried to ignore it and play it off like he didn’t know what she was talking about, but Robin was pretty versed in all things gay. Which is how she noticed the ass staring.

“You totally were!” She practically shrieked, earning stares from all the patrons, including Eddie.

“Will you be quiet?” He said in a harsh but lower register. “I’m just watching to make sure he doesn’t steal anything.”

“Mmhmm, sure you were Steve.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Why would I, a completely straight dude, be checking out the ass of another completely straight dude?”

“Why don’t you tell me oh king of the straights?”

The two were so lost in their bickering they didn’t even notice Eddie approaching with a tape in his hand until he set it down on the counter. The two looked up at him in unison, Steve’s stomach dropping out of his stomach wondering how much he’d heard and Robin enjoying this far too much.

“Why hello there good sir, I take it you’d like to check out this video today?” She said, trying too hard to appear normal.

“Uh, yes I would my dear lady.” He grinned awkwardly.

“As you wish.” She did something between a curtsey and a bow and took the VHS from the counter.

While she checked him out, Steve tried not to stare, but no matter how he tried to ignore it he could feel Eddie staring at him. He chanced a glance at him, and noticed that he wasn’t actually staring, it was just his imagination, and Steve felt…sad about it. Eddie paid Robin and she handed him the tape and his receipt and as he backed away, he bowed. “May the rest of your night be filled with wonder my lady.” He joked before standing tall, turning on his heel and leaving.

Robin smiled up at Steve. “I like him.” She then leaned in close and whispered so only he could hear. “And it’s ok if you like him too.”

**

Steve thought about what Robin implied for the next several days. What did she mean that it was ok for Steve to like him? Because he was friends with Dustin? Was she saying it was ok for him to like him as a friend? Or did she mean…

Steve shut that thought down before it could even fully form. He was the straightest person in Hawkins, there was no way he had feelings for some guy he used to go to school with. Steve could admit that he was ok to look at but in a totally platonic way. He probably had the weird girls fawning all over him. They could chat about all the girls they get and be each other’s wing man. That was all there was to it. But then why did he feel so sick to his stomach just thinking about him?

A few weeks later when Steve was giving Dustin a ride home again, he was even more confused than he had been before. Eddie still occasionally came into Family Video, wandering the aisles, selling drugs without anyone noticing but Steve. They didn’t talk, though Eddie did greet Robin every so often. He hadn’t checked out another video after the first, though he did return the first through the slot outside.

It was dark, late autumn causing the sun to set so early it felt like midnight, when Steve pulled up to the school. Dustin had had a meeting with the D&D club and Steve was taking him for pizza because his mom worked late. The more time Steve spent with him the more he wished he’d had a little brother, though Dustin was a great substitute.

Steve could see him jogging toward the car, heavy backpack in tow and his club t-shirt a white beacon in the dark.

“Ok don’t be mad.” Dustin started as soon as he opened the car door.

“Why would I be mad?” Steve asked skeptically.

“Just hear me out.”

“Why would I be mad Dustin?” He asked a little more forcefully.

“So, my friend needs a ride home. His van broke down.”

“Ok, and why would that make me mad other than carting around another child like a soccer mom?”

“It’s Eddie.”

The words sliced through Steve in a way he didn’t quite understand. Excitement? Dread? Nervousness? Being in the same room as Eddie was one thing, even having the counter at Family Video separating them was fine. But Eddie being in his car was…intimate.

“Steve?” Dustin called, making him aware he’d just been staring at him.

“He doesn’t have any other friend that could give him a ride?”

“No.”

Steve sighed more dramatically than was necessary for the situation. “Alright, fine.”

Dustin beamed and turned back over his shoulder. “Eddie! He said it’s ok!”

Steve looked past him into the darkness of the school campus and vaguely saw Eddie, blending into the shadows. He put out his cigarette on the sole of his boot before flicking the butt into the night. Steve’s stomach clenched with nerves when he saw his face. Why had he agreed to this?

Dustin climbed into the passenger’s seat while Eddie slid into the back. He perched on the edge of the middle seat and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the backs of the front seats.

“Thanks.” Eddie nodded at Steve in the rearview mirror. Steve could feel his breath on the side of his face.

“I’m doing this as a favor for Dustin.” Why did he feel the need to be so cold?

Eddie sat back in his seat as Steve pulled away. “Never thought I’d be in the car of Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington.” Eddie grinned.

“Yea well I never thought I’d be giving a ride to Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.” Steve deadpanned.

“Ok guys, let’s play nice.” Dustin joked, sensing the unnecessary tension.

“Kind of funny how we both have titles, huh?” Eddie asked. “The Freak and The Hair. We could be a crime fighting duo.” He did some mock “karate” moves with his hands.

Dustin laughed at that, and Steve repressed a smile. “And what would my powers be with a name like that?” He tried to sound offended, but it came out more amused.

“Something like Rapunzel, I think. Grow your hair as long as you need in an instant. Use it instead of a grappling hook, that kind of thing.” Eddie chuckled.

“Or maybe like, your hair is hard as a rock so you can use it for protection. Like Captain America’s shield.” Dustin chimed in.

“I’m stuck in the car with a bunch of nerds.” Steve said under his breath, though they definitely still heard him. “Ok, and what power does The Freak have? The power to freak people out?”

“Something like that.” Eddie nodded, his smile basically gone.

“Maybe like the Scarecrow? Use their darkest fears against them?” Dustin suggested.

“Isn’t that a villain though?” Steve asked.

Neither one answered and in the sudden silence Steve felt like maybe he said the wrong thing. He glanced at Dustin who looked sad, his jaw clenched. Stealing a peak in the rearview mirror he could barely see Eddie in the dark but enough to see he was frowning, looking pained. Steve’s heart practically cracked at seeing that face and he was the one who put it there.

“I mean, it would be a pretty cool power. Making bad guys see their worst fears since they terrorize innocence people. With that and my helmet hair, I think we’d make a good team.” He shrugged putting on his dopiest face.

Dustin turned to him and smiled. Eddie perked up a bit in the backseat as well. He wasn’t quite sure why his words had caused such a reaction from the two, but he’d have to grill Dustin about it later.

**

“So, what’s the deal with Munson?” Steve asked. He and Dustin had picked an isolated back corner booth to sit at and put in their order for pizza.

“What do you mean?” Dustin seemed unhappy that the other had been brought up at all.

“I mean, why did you two get all weird and quiet when I asked about a villain?”

“Oh.” His face fell. “There’s just some…stuff going on at school right now.”

“What stuff?”

Dustin looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear. “If I tell you, you have to swear to me that you won’t tell anyone else. Got it?”

“I swear. Won’t tell a soul.” Steve said, putting up 3 fingers in a scout’s salute.

Dustin sighed and leaned in close. “Do you remember Chrissy Cunningham?”

“Uh…cheerleader, right? Dates that asshole…Jason?”

“Yea. That’s her.” Dustin lowered his voice a bit more causing Steve to have to lean into the table. “About a week ago, Chrissy was seen hanging out with Eddie. Totally innocent except for the fact that she was buying pot from him.”

“Ok. Don’t most people in that school buy from him?”

“Yea but not star student Chrissy Cunningham. Anyway, Jason found out and went ballistic. He accused Eddie of trying to corrupt Chrissy.”

“Isn’t she the one that went to him?”

“Of course. Eddie doesn’t make it a habit to talk to the girlfriends of rabid jocks.” Steve was kind of surprised by his words given that Lucas had recently become one of those “rabid jocks”.

“I don’t understand what the big deal is if she decided she wanted to try smoking, that's her business.”

“Except Jason is convinced that Eddie sought her out and was hitting on her or something. So anyway, Jason and all his cronies are out to get Eddie now. They’re convinced he’s bad for the school. They’re siting all these dumb articles that say D&D is devil worship and saying the Hellfire Club is a satanic cult. It’s so stupid.”

“Sounds stupid. I mean, have they met you guys? You’re like baby kittens. Not satanists.” They stopped speaking as a tired looking older waitress came over to deliver their pizza.

“Anyway,” Dustin began when she walked away. “That’s why Eddie might seem a little sensitive about being compared to a villain.”

Steve nodded, grabbing a slice of hot pizza off the tray between them. He didn’t really know a ton about Eddie. He knew he sold pot, and maybe other things, and that he was a nerd and kind of weird. But he didn’t think he was someone who went after or harassed girls. Especially girls in relationships.

**

Three days later Steve had a full car. Robin was in the passenger's seat with Dustin and Eddie in the back. Steve was beginning to feel like an unpaid chauffeur. It wouldn’t be so bad if he was actually still in high school. But Robin was his best friend, Dustin basically his brother and Eddie…well…he felt bad for him. Dustin had let him know that they thought one of Jason’s friends had messed up his van. He seemed to be an ok guy and he was important to Dustin. If he could ease some of the bullying and harassment he was going through, he would.

Dustin and Eddie slid out the back door, Eddie slapping his shoulder and thanking him for yet another ride. His skin felt warm beneath the fabric of his shirt where Eddie had touched. He watched him climb out of the car and close the door behind him.

When Steve looked back to the passenger’s seat, he saw Robin still sat there with an “I told you so” smirk.

“What?” Steve questioned, not sure he wanted to know the answer.

“Oh nothing. I just think your ‘king of the straights’ crown is slipping.” She grinned.

“Oh my god, will you let it go. That was weeks ago, and I wasn’t checking him out.”

“And you’re giving him rides to and from school because?”

“Because his van isn’t working, and Dustin asked me to.” Actually, Dustin hadn’t asked since that first night.

“And you watching him get out of the car was…what?”

“Just making sure they closed the door and didn’t slam it.”

“Uh huh.” Robin finally opened the car door, but her smirk stayed in place. “When you’re ready to talk about it I’m here. No judgment from me.” She grabbed her bag and stood, sticking her head back in through the door. “Well, some judgement.”

She closed the door before he could say anything in response. Sometimes he felt like she was determined to prove everyone was secretly gay. Except Vickie, who she’d had a crush on since the start of the year. She refused to believe she could be even a little bit into girls even with all the proof Steve had given her.

He looked out the window, scanning the people standing around before going inside the school. Dustin and Eddie were under the shade of a tree with Mike and some other guys Steve didn’t know but seemed to be friends. He couldn’t see Eddie’s face, but he was animated as he spoke, his hands flying about and the others laughing along.

Off the side about 15 feet or so away, Steve saw a flash of green. Standing in a similar huddle were some of the basketball team, matching letterman jackets causing them to blend together. They didn’t seem happy as they spoke, constantly looking over toward Eddie and his friends but seeming nervous to approach. Finally, one broke free and Steve was sure it was Jason. Slowly the others began to follow him. Steve practically dove across the passenger’s seat to roll down the window so he could hear.

He caught the tail end of what Eddie was saying. “I’m not worried. Their one skill is tossing rocks at trashcans.”

“Are you talking about us freak?” Jason asked, his tone aggressive.

Eddie turned and Steve could now see his face. He was smiling as bright as the sun. The word “cute” glossed Steve’s brain before he could stop it and his cheeks colored pink.

“Talking about you? Oh no, I was talking about the slimy, rank smelly goblins in our devil worshiping game.” The others laughed and Jason didn’t seem happy about that.

“They should just kick you out already. You’re an eyesore on this institution.”

Eddie’s smile grew. “Institution? Are you sure you’re not just jealous that your girl came to me and not you?”

“Shut your mouth.”

“I keep telling you, she just needed a little something to help her sleep at night. I can understand why you’d be worried. I mean, look at me. Right?” He turned to his friends when he said this, and they hooted and hollered to hype him up.

Jason surged forward and grabbed the front of Eddie’s shirt in his fist, pulling him forward until they were nose to nose.

“If you wanted to kiss me you could have just asked.” Eddie joked even in this position.

Jason made a fist, drawing it back as if he was going to punch him in the gut. Smart, hit him in a place no teacher would see. Right as he seemed to be ready to throw the punch, the bell rang. Normally that shouldn’t matter but for supposed “do-gooder” and model student Jason Carver, tardiness was not an option. Though Steve had to wonder if he wasn’t secretly afraid to get into a fight with Eddie. Instead, he leaned in close again and said where Steve couldn’t hear, “Stay away from Chrissy or next time I won’t hesitate.”

He shoved Eddie away, causing him to stumble back a few steps. “Hey, Jason.” Eddie called as they began to walk away. He turned to look over his shoulder in time to see Eddie blowing him a kiss with his middle finger high in the air.