#vicky is a beautiful woman i get that

[mostlymobilegames]

Vicky: *falls down a flight of stairs, hits her head on the doorframe, drops her drink on the floor, nearly gets herself killed every other hour*

War and Hunger: Damn, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen.

[serqphites]

thinking so hard abt overstim w victoria, being in her lap on ur sofa n js losing ur mind bouncing up and down on her strap thats js a lil toooo big

18+, mdni, overstim obvs, swearing, crying during sex, strap referred to as cock + dick, not proofread!

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victoria couldn’t pull her eyes off of you, those big brown eyes you love gazing up at you with such awe, a look of pure adoration evident in her expression. her view was immaculate. there you are sat in her lap just where you belong, mouth agape as long whines are drawn out from the back of your throat, your cheeks reddening (not the only cheeks reddening either) as she watches you try your best to push yourself further than you ever have before. and it’s all for her? how did she ever get so lucky.

“vic- s’too much” poor thing, you’d tried so hard to be good for her. tried so hard to keep your complaints to yourself as your gummy walls stretched and stretched further than you thought was humanly possible.

she tuts and shakes her head, one of her hands that had previously been glued to your hip now coming up to stroke the side of your neck, her hand resting just below your jaw as she brushes her thumb across the warm skin of your cheek. “you’re doing so good, c’mon be good for me just like you promised” god her words are so fucking gentle, it’s such a star contrast to what her dick is doing to you, practically touching your cervix.

you try your best to disagree with her. try so hard to tell her you don’t think you can do it. but the words crumble as they leave your throat, fading into a whimper that escalates into a cry. of pleasure? pain? victoria can’t tell. hell, you can’t tell.

tears begin to fall from your now open eyes as you look straight up, head rolling back with another elongated whine. “hey-” victoria’s grip on your neck tightens, her hand tugging your face down so she can look at her girl. it’s a sight for sore eyes, mascara staining your fucked out face. “i can stop, just say the word” her hips slow down, her strap thrusting into you at a much slower place. she’d be lying if she said you hadn’t spooked her a little. sure she knows you’d use your safe word if you really needed to, but she also knows that after an excruciatingly long day of listening to white men speak down on her, all you’re going to want to do is make your woman feel good.

letting out a shaky breath, you shake your head and lean forward into vicky, panting into her neck as you nuzzle close. she lets you go at your own pace, rolling your hips onto her girth and picking up your pace before you’re back to bouncing on her like your life depended on it.

“feel s’good vic- fillin’ me up with your- nnghhh” the claps of your ass against her bare thighs are enough to have victoria moaning your name by accident, it’s so quiet you actually miss it. but that’s probably just down to being so humiliatingly cock drunk on her.

pathetic noises fall from your lips as a placeholder for proper words, thank god your vicky always know exactly what you need. she nods wordlessly, her hands trailing down your body until she reaches your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before she’s pulling you down even deeper onto her with each bounce.

that does it for you, a loud cry of pleasure leaving your mouth through pants as you come undone for her, coating her strap with your cum. “gooood” her praises are stretched out (like you), her hands remaining on your ass while she helps you to roll your hips and ride out your high.

the aftercare you received after that was so good, you just couldn’t help from returning the favour by eating her out like a wild animal.

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anyways look how beautiful she is i’m acc soaked

[ahhhwomen]

I miss my girl already so how about someone soft and fluff? Victoria x reader they in bed and R start talk about vicky future's and appreciate it and touch her nose , eyebrow her face in general

just a soft moment between them

-🧞‍♀️

a/n: sorry, its a bit rushed, but here she is, fluff all the way through baby

“Your skin is so soft,” the tip of your finger slowly runs over delicate features, you start at her eyebrow, gently running your finger through dark hair.

It’s smooth like silk as you brush it downward, laying it flat and perfect, then just because you can, you push backward. Forcing the hair to stand, you twist small sections between your pointer and thumb until her eyebrow looks like a cluster of small spikes, “And what do you think you are doing?” Looking down at the woman between your legs, you smile sweetly, she lifts one of her eyebrows but it’s not as intimidating as she thinks as the little spikes stand up at attention.

Refraining from answering you chuckle a little at her raised brow as you relent and slick it back down when you are satisfied.

You make sure to give her other brow the same attention, you realize she didn’t bother replying to your observation, merely hums as she gazes up at you. It’s a gentle moment, and as much as you are sure her sass is waiting just beneath the surface, she stays silent and lets you work.

In the warmth of your cozy bed, this was your favorite part of the day, with just the two of you. Protected from the outside world while you relish in the bobble of comfort your house has become ever since you walked into Vic´s life.

Strong hands hold your waist protectively as you lean closer to admire her, you slide from her brow down to her nose. You love everything about her, but her nose was one of the things that reeled you in the first time you ever laid eyes on her, you love the way it scrunches slightly as you hit a sensitive spot just on the left side. You follow the ridges from the top of her nose down to her nostrils, you slide your finger against the shell and back up until you are just beside her right eye.

Victoria has always been guarded when it comes to her eyes, she never let anyone get near them, always redirecting hands or distracting you, but that was in the past.

Now, with every card on the table, you see a slight smile. She attempts to strain and hide it, always trying to be maddeningly composed, but it adores her lips nonetheless as your fingers run under the skin of her bottom lid. You don’t comment on it, instead, you let yourself gaze at her long eyelashes and beautiful dark brown eyes. She can try and hide it all she wants, but the little wrinkles that form at the side of her eyes make you resist your own wolfish grin.

She is looking up at you in a way you know she would deny if you were to tease her about it. Her eyes speak volumes as she looks at you as if you hung the moon, there is an underlying emotion in there. A little girl who Victoria never lets out to play outside of these short moments in the safety of your home, again, you remain silent and let yourself worship her.

Last on the list, for today, is her lips. The plushness of them never ceases to amaze you, it’s like a cloud as you push down against her bottom lip. She sighs gently and opens her mouth slightly to let you smooth her skin over. It’s something that has always brought you comfort, so she bites back her remarks and tightness her grip around you, you glide your pointer and middle finger back and forward in a rhythm.

“You really are the most beautiful woman, you know that?” You try to communicate just how much you mean it through your eyes as they lock onto hers. She rolls her eyes and pinches your side gently, “Charmer.”

She is deflecting, like always, but you can see the glimmer of hope growing within it every day, so, you shrug and settle yourself on her chest.

Done with your routine for the night.

[allaboutnayeli]

STAR GIRL | s.paralluelo x reader

summary: fans go crazy online after you make your first appearance at a barcelona game as salma's wag.

author notes: this is a fic for my bestie @pinkyqil expect i changed the entire plot and took a thousand years to post this. regardless, enjoy it 💓

contains: salma paralluelo x model!reader, implied black!fem!reader but yk if the shoe doesn't fit just use your imagination babes, salma being downbad, reader is not spanish but their entire career is mostly in spain, lesbians being lesbians, smau? nah social media just mentioned 🙏🏾, badly translated spanish don't mind it please, TW!! probably my worst piece of work

playing fashion killa by a$ap rocky 🎵

the sound of the chants from the fans in the stadium pound in your ears as you sit down. you smile at olga when she turns to talk to you, "el estadio está animado hoy, ¿no?"

you nod in agreement, "reminds me of male football games. i love how the women's game is growing."

the stadium is absolutely packed with fans with this being an el clásico match. you're so happy that this is your first experience of a women's match. you grew up with a family obsessed with football, but only on the male side. it isn't until you met salma that you got interested in this side of the sport.

olga lets out a hum of agreement, her eyes now focused on the pitch. your eyes focus there too. the players are out on the pitch now, you should have known with how much the cheers increased. immediately you spot salma walking out behind ona. a smile breaks out on your face; the main reason you were here was salma.

you and salma met through a mutual friend. both of you went to that friend's birthday dinner and hit it off right away. salma was a little starstruck since she has seen photos of you around barcelona for a while now while you didn't know about women's soccer or women's sports in general, but knew about salma's existence. all you knew about her was that she's good and a rising star, just like how you are in modeling.

the more you got to know her, the more you fell in love until eventually you confessed your feelings and thankfully she liked you back. you both decided to keep the relationship low-key for a while, just to let you two get comfortable and secure. that doesn't mean she hasn't been to some of your shows, bringing along vicky since you said she could bring a plus one. it's easy to act like the tall girl was just at the shows because she enjoyed the fashion or was invited by someone other than you. however, this el clásico match was the first time you have ever step foot in a soccer stadium for salma in particular. your schedule wasn't the most forgiving and somehow during the season, you were always swamped with shows and photoshoots.

now you made time to come to a game and you don't regret it.

the match flows well, but still the competition between the opposing teams is intense. you try to look at everyone on the pitch, but your eyes naturally focus on salma only. she looks gorgeous, all focused and in the zone. you feel starstruck seeing her in an environment that she absolutely thrives in.

half-time comes quickly and barcelona is up by four while real madrid only has scored two so far. you're proud to say two of those four goals were scored by your beautiful girlfriend. the same girlfriend who somehow is able to spot you before entering the tunnel. salma waves, a bright smile on her lips. she isn't able to come over to you as jana pulls her into the tunnel.

olga immediately turns to you, starting to talk about the match so far. you try to keep up the conversation as long as possible, but all your mind is on is your girlfriend and how good she looked on the pitch. also that adorable smile she sent your way. eventually the spainish woman turns to alba who's on the left side of her, leaving you to your own thoughts. not for long as someone moves to sit next to you.

a blonde girl with a barcelona jersey and some denim shorts smiles when your eyes land on her.

"i love your modeling, can i get a picture?" she asks, a nervous tone in her voice. you agree right away, "of course."

you lean into the girl as she takes a few selfies. then she moves back to her original seat next to her friends, a bright smile on her lips and giggling about how she met one of the best models in spain.

it's a surprise that more people haven't tried to approach you for a photo since it has been a good hour of you being in the stadium at this point and whether it is really you is not a question anymore. your popularity in spain and europe in general has been growing especially after your campaign with chanel. walking around barcelona and seeing your face in stores was crazy, but you just have to get use to it now.

you are a star.

and so is salma. you see star power written all over her as the players come back out for the second half. the tall girl smiles and waves at you just like she did earlier. ingrid pats her back, making her focus. you can tell she will definitely be teased about this later on and come complaining to you about it.

the match continues on with barcelona coming out strong with a fiery passion you can't help but to admire. when salma scores her third goal of the day, you swear you screamed the loudest.

right when the match is finished, with a barcelona win six to two against real madrid, you make your way down to the pitch alongside olga and alba. you get stopped twice by some fans, but eventually you make it down there.

"hi baby!" you smile as salma pulls you into her arms. the hug lasts for a few moments before the tall girl pulls away to look at you, "you look so pretty in my jersey."

"not as pretty as you looked playing," you say back to her, admiring how well she looks after playing a full 90 minutes. you two's eyes meet, making you both giggle.

before y'all can continue the conversation, vicky interrupts, walking right up next to salma.

"you didn't tell me your girlfriend was that pretty model we see in the beauty store all the time," vicky playfully glares at salma before smiling at you, "hi, i'm vicky, the better player between the two of us."

you laugh softly at how quickly salma's smile drops. she tries to push vicky away from the two of you, but fails because vicky grabs her arm, making them both almost fall.

"¿puedes dejar de intentar avergonzarme?" salma says, making away from vicky so she can pull you close.

"entonces deja de ser vergonzoso y no lo haré," vicky says back. she gives you another smile before moving away.

"she's so sweet," you say once the younger player is out of earshot. salma immediately gives you a playful glare that doesn't hold when you laugh at her expression. she kisses the laughter off of your lips, smiling when she pulls away, "she's a pain in my ass."

salma got pulled away for a post-match interview, so you ended up going with vicky into the locker room. sitting down in salma's cubby while talking to vicky about the most random of topics. at first you were a little hesitant about coming into the locker room when none of the players knew you personally, just yet, but vicky reassured you that it's fine and in the end it was as the other barcelona players didn't really care. too high off the win.

when salma comes into the locker room, she rolls her eyes when she spots vicky near you.

"is she bothering you, bonita?" salma comes to her cubby, pecking your forehead before looking at vicky. the younger girl rolls her eyes then shrugs, "i wouldn't call it bothering.. more like entertainment."

"well she doesn't need anymore entertainment from you so shoo."

vicky doesn't get a chance to make a cheeky reply back because alexia walks past, saying, "leave her alone, salma."

"what? i didn't do anything!" salma frowns but alexia is already over at mapi's cubby, obviously ignoring her words. vicky sticks out her tongue at salma before going to bother jana.

you giggle as salma frown intensifies, "it's okay, baby."

you go out with salma and the team later at night, happily celebrating the win. of course you tried to keep a low profile, but that failed when salma got some alcohol in her and decided to start going around talking about how she has the best girlfriend ever to random strangers. you stayed sober enough to get both salma and you to her apartment.

trying to get salma off of you, so you could do your skincare routine and brush your teeth was a struggle but she tired herself out, so she ended up falling asleep on the floor beside you in the bathroom. the tall girl resting her head against your leg, having just enough energy to wrap her arms around your leg.

"c'mon baby.." you move slightly so she wakes up. salma is not typically a pouter, but she pouts when she looks up at you.

you laugh softly but continue encouraging her to get up. "baby seriously. stand up so we can go to bed and cuddle all you want." salma perks up at the mention of cuddling. she stands, immediately hugging you and essentially putting all her weight on you. of course you stumble a bit because having all that muscle suddenly on you is not easy, but you don't fall over. slowly but surely you get salma and you to bed.

"hm.. goodnight," the spanish player says, snuggling up to your body. she is fast asleep when you say it back even though it only took you a minute or two.

"goodnight baby," you murmur against the top of her head.

in the morning, you wake up earlier than salma due to needing to get ready for a few shoots you have today. the extra time in the morning gives you some time to cook breakfast since you knew your girlfriend's hangover would be pretty bad. the woman in question stumbles into the kitchen right when the cooking is finished.

"buenos días hermosa," she says softly, coming up next to you to get a hug. she pecks your cheek before pulling away to go sit down at the counter.

"good morning, did you sleep well?" you plate the food, sliding one in front of salma before sitting next to her.

"yeah.. but my head is killing me," there goes another pout on salma's lips. you giggle, just gesturing the water bottle on the counter. she grabs it, chucking half of it before setting it down.

"better?"

"slightly," salma shrugs. then she starts to eat and you do too. a comfortable silence falls between you two, just the sound of forks scraping glass plates and the soft hums of satisfaction.

you get up first, moving to wash your plate. salma gets up not that long after you.

you slide over slightly so you both can stand at the sink. "what time are you leaving again?" salma asks.

"around ten, why?" you finish washing your plate, setting it aside to dry before looking at her.

"because i want more cuddles with my girlfriend and your job is intervening with that." with a flair of childishness salma looks away from you to look at her plate like it's entirely your fault you need to leave soon. you laugh at her little attitude, pecking her cheek before moving away from the sink. the clock was ticking and you really had to get ready soon if you were going to be on time to your first shoot of the day.

you slip away into salma's bedroom, having left enough clothes over her place to change into. you end up wearing some of hers anyways, but no body has to know about that part. it's when you're trying to decide how to do your makeup for today that your agent texts you. the specific ringtone you set for the woman rings out into salma's bathroom.

a sigh leaves your lips as you pick up the device, clicking on the message,

cynthia with the blonde bob

you're going absolutely viral on social media right now

the message makes you furrow your brows in confusion. you go viral quite often, but your mind doesn't immediately catch onto why you're going viral right now in particular. until you look in the mirror and see that you're wearing salma's t-shirt with her sweatpants. then you remember how you took a few photos with fans at the el clásico game; you're going viral because of your relationship. it's endearing, but a little frightening because your sexuality has never been discussed at the court that is social media, but you calm yourself.

your agent wouldn't be having such an enthusiastic tone if it was anything bad.

the first app you go on is twitter and your name is trending alongside fc barcelona,

alexiacouldsteponme

salma having a model gf was not on my bingo card for this year

lucysfavefangirl

wow salma congrats... 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔

inlovewithmapileon

y/n is one of the best models in the new generation and salma is one of the best players in the new soccer generation. power couple anyone?

and more tweets with a similar tone. most are about how they didn't expect you to be gay or how salma and you have matching braids or how good you looked in the stands.

"at least they're all positive," you say as you set your phone down.

"at least what is all positive?" salma walks up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist.

"all your fans reactions to us," you say softly.

salma smiles, "they love you nearly as much as i do."

you laugh at her words then continue finishing up your makeup with a clingy salma attached to your back. she frowns when you actually have to leave, pulling you in for a good-bye kiss.

"love you," she smiles

"love you more, my superstar."

author notes: i love how it takes me ten business days to upload a fic after posting one, love it so much. anyways hope y'all liked it! it doesn't really go anywhere and is sorta boring but yk we ball 🔥🔥🔥

© THINKINGABOUTJAEDYN

[pitchsidestories]

rewrite the stars II Salma Paralluelo x Gymnast!Reader

masterlist I word count: 2472

pairings: Salma Paralluelo x Gymnast!Reader (romantic), Barcelona Femení x Reader (platonic)

You clapped your hands together. Chalk powder floated through the air around you.

One more deep breath.

It was almost time for you to go on the balance beam.

You were used to high-pressure situations but competing at the Olympics for Team USA was a whole new experience. You were basically living your childhood dream.

The usual mixture of nervousness and excitement spread through your body, leaving you with the perfect amount of adrenaline for your performance.

You looked up towards the audience. The atmosphere was amazing, but you were trying to spot your family somewhere in the crowd. Instead, another familiar face stared down at you.

A face that you hadn’t seen in years. Like a ghost coming back to haunt you.

All your focus was gone in the span of a few seconds.

“What’s wrong, y/n? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.“, Simone Biles teased you.

You turned towards your teammate: “Something like this. There is someone in the crowd that I used to know.“

Simone looked unimpressed: “There’s always someone you know in the crowd. If this person isn’t in your life anymore, they had their reasons.“

“I wonder why Salma is here though. She’s not listed under sprinters…“, you wondered, talking more to yourself than to the other gymnast.

Simone squeezed your shoulder tightly, seemingly impatient: “What does it matter? Focus on your performance.“

You sighed: “You’re right. As always…“

“That’s why you should always listen to me.“, she joked.

With a smile, you moved to make way for her: “Let’s get started. Ladies first.“

She passed you with a cheeky grin: “You mean age before beauty.“

“Oh, that’s a lie. You’re beautiful.“, you laughed as you walked behind her towards the apparatus.

Simone rolled her eyes: “Stop flattering me. You still have to go on the beam first.“

You stretched your legs one more time: “Oh, I can assure you I’m ready for it. Hope the competition is too.“

“We’ll see.“ Simone teased but smiled like a proud mum at your confidence.

“You better start believing.“, you winked at her before shifting your attention towards the balance beam.

Happy with your performance, your teammates pulled you into a hug.

Once again, your gaze wandered towards the stands without your permission.

Simone elbowed you in the side: “Not bad. Now stop staring up there.“

“I’m not.“, you protested.

“I saw it.“

You played innocent: “No, you didn’t see anything. It’s almost your turn.“

“Sure.“

You playfully pushed her forward: “Come on, superstar!“

“Stop distracting me.“, she complained with a laugh.

You grinned at her: “Go!“

Meanwhile in the stands, Ona’s mouth dropped wide open amazed from what her eyes witnessed.

“Salma, the female gymnasts are all so impressive especially the girl you know, she’s so small and yet so powerful.”, she gushed.

A mild smile crossed the forwards face, the Catalan defender was usually one of the tiniest players on the pitch, but you were even a few centimetres below her, so it was no wonder she remarked on your height.

“Gymnastics is such an insane sport. I always loved watching.”, Salma told her while admiring you from the safe distance.

This was true; however, you were her favourite gymnast to watch, with your twenty years old you were one of the older in the competition, but you had an elegance to your moves which couldn’t be matched by most of them. And you were even beautifier when the young woman from Zaragoza remembered.

“It’s so cool!”, Vicky exclaimed excitedly.

“I know, right? There’s so much work behind this.”, Salma explained to her two teammates who joined her on their free day to see the Gymnastics.

“And you met her during your hurdle race days?”, Ona asked curiously.

“Yes, exactly. I had some time to waste before my race and went to watch it.”, the forward nodded. She was reminiscing on that meaningful which was factual not that long ago but felt like it was a lifetime away.

It was hot in the hall that day, you were satisfied with your performance, and you caught a breathtakingly gorgeous girl staring at you.

Despite your height difference you were the one who took the first step and started talking to her.

“Enjoyed the show, runner girl?”, you questioned the tall athlete with a teasing smile on your lips.

“How do you know that I run.”, Salma raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“That was easy, you’re tall and athletic.”, you shrugged.

“Everyone here is tall and athletic, I could also be a basketballer.”, the Spaniard stated smiling amused.

“Okay to be honest it was just a wild guess and not everyone is tall here.”, you confessed sighing.

“Everyone except for you.”, she mocked you grinning.

Oh, of course the pretty girl was making a remark about this, still you knew that your small height didn’t stop you from doing show stopping things.

“You couldn’t take your eyes off of me while I was doing my exercises.”, you reminded her.

“Oh, wow. I was just watching.”, Salma laughed in disbelief. Secretly she was impressed by your self-confidence. Did this come along with being in team USA who was dominating this sport? This was a question the racer would like to ask you at some point.

You smirked at her, taking her in once more: “See you.“

But before you could leave, a sudden thought let you pause. You turned back towards her: “Wait… I don’t even know your name. Or should I stick with runner girl?“

“It’s Salma.“, the tall girl said politely, unimpressed by your teasing.

You nodded once: “So, see you Salma.“

“I’ll come watch your competition.“

Again, she kept your from leaving. You raised an eyebrow at her: “Again? Sounds like I’ve to see you run now too.“

Salma bit back a grin, playing innocent: “I mean the race is later today if you got nothing better to do.“

“I’ll be there. Maybe dinner afterwards?“

Your bold suggestion seemed to throw her off a bit. She caught herself quickly, a smile appeared on her lips: “Is this a date?“

“Only if you want it to be.“, you grinned back at her.

Salma seemed to think about the option for a second: “Let’s stick with dinner and we’ll decide then.“

“We’ve a deal.“

“See you later then.“, she said, turning around and leaving the hall.

You had to hold back your excitement. It wasn’t often that you met someone who matched your energy like she did.

You watched as Simone finished up on the uneven bars. She was the last one. Your team had already qualified for the finals, as expected when you had one of the world’s best gymnasts on your team.

But there was no time to celebrate yet.

You stood there in your sparkling leotard watching the familiar face from the stands approach while your teammates impatiently waited for you.

There was nothing you could do about the anger rising in your chest. The feelings of loneliness and helplessness bubbling up, feelings that you had learned to associate with the young woman in front of you.

“You! What are you doing here?“, you snapped at her.

You noticed your teammates going quiet behind you.

Salma fearlessly took another step towards you. “I saw that you were competing… and I wanted to see you.“

“Oh, sure. You thought it would be okay to come here after years of radio silence? I tried to find you for years, but it was like you just vanished. It was like I spent an unforgettable summer with a ghost, with a person who didn’t exist! “

You wanted to sound angrier, even more powerful but you were exhausted. You were tired after all the time you tried to find an explanation for her disappearance. She had left and you had to come to terms with it.

This time, Salma looked a bit taken aback, her pretty face contorted into a frown: “What do you mean? I was always right there! I didn’t disappear.“

You wanted to scream. She couldn’t possibly be serious about this.

“You stopped texting! You forgot about me… and us!“

There were no tears, just pure adrenaline-fueled anger.

“I never stopped…shit. I changed my number back then, I must have forgotten to give you my new one.”, the tall woman realized aghast.

“Oh, of course, that’s a bad lie for ghosting a person.”, you snapped at her.

“If I had been ghosting you, would I be here?!”, Salma shot back, looking hurt.

“Probably not.”, you admitted wearied.

“Also why did you never try to find me?!”, your former girlfriend continued madly.

“I told you I tried, but you stopped participating in hurdle competitions, so it basically was impossible to find you!”, you replied through gritted teeth.

“No one told you that I left track to focus on football?”, the forward shook her head unbelievingly.

“You did what?”

“I only play football now.”, she explained matter-of-factly.

“Come on, y/n, we got to go.”, Simone intervened clearing her throat.

“I’m coming.”, you assured the gymnast before turning your attention back to your ex-lover.

“Good for you.”,

“I..”, Salma began helplessly.

“Goodbye, Salma.”, you muttered. However, she wasn’t ready to bid farewell.

“Don’t go yet, I don’t know when I’ll see again.”, the football player requested, there was an urgency to her ask.

“Seems like these girls are waiting for you though. Is the freckled one your girlfriend?”, you nodded in the direction of the women who appeared to belong to her.

“What? No. Those are my teammates, nothing else.”, the Spaniard denied heavily.

“And they came to watch with you? Cute.”, you commented sarcastically.

“I told them about you, so they wanted to get to know you.”, she revealed.

“Oh, they did?”, you looked surprised at her.

“But it’s fine, we were about to leave anyway. Just wanted to see you.”, Salma answered disappointedly.

“Why now?”, you wanted to know from her, seeing the woman again who broke your heart was a lot for you to process.

“Because I didn’t have the chance before this tournament.”, the forward responded truthfully.

The honesty in her voice made you pause; your anger has blown off a little.

“When are your football games? I assume you’re in that, maybe I take a look at your new sport.”

“We’re playing tomorrow.”, she informed you.

“Salma would be so happy if you could make it to the match.”, Ona interjected smiling.

“Ona!”, your former lover rolled her eyes annoyed.  

“Is that true?”, you glanced curiously at her.

“Girl, are you blind? She’s still very much into you.”, Vicky chuckled.

“If she’s into her, she should have come forward a long time ago.“, you heard Simone say next to you.

You were a bit surprised by that revelation so you were grateful that Simone took over. You absolutely adored how even at her height, she was always the fiercest in every room.

“Time to go.“, you said quietly.

Simone took your hand into hers and dragged you a step back with her: “Yes, come on.“

Salma handed you something, her face serious. Without thinking you took the small folded piece of paper.

“That’s my new number.“, she explained.

You said nothing, just slipped the note into your leotard and left.

The three football players walked out of the hall in silence.

“Do we think she’ll be there tomorrow?“, Vicky asked innocently.

Ona nodded determinedly: “Yeah, absolutely.“

“Girls.“, Salma said with a half-smile, trying to get them to stop.

Vicky ignored her: “I say she’s not showing up. She was pissed.“

“We’ll see.“, Salma shrugged.

When Salma stepped on the pitch the next day and looked up at the stands, she was not surprised to see you sit there.

It was almost the same situation as the day before, just this time your roles were reversed. She was the performer, you the spectator.

“She’s here…“, Salma said to no one in particular

With a smile Ona snuck up to her and whispered: “I told you.“

“She still looks pissed though or is it just the sunglasses?“, Vicky asked, laughing.

All three stared up at you while you glared at them from your seat.

“Nope, she’s pissed.“, Salma noted and turned away from the stands to go warm up.

You watched the game attentively. Salma was as fast as she was a few years ago, sprinting across the pitch like it was all she ever wanted to do and you had to admit that she played with such lightness and ease, it was almost exciting. Her decision to switch to football started to make sense to you.

Once the game was over and she was celebrating with your team, you made your way further down towards the pitch, just like she had the previous day.

She immediately jogged over as spotted you.

“Not a bad game, Salma…“, you said calmly.

A smile tugged on the football players lips: “Thanks. It’s nice that you came to watch.“

“How is it? To play in a team now instead of being on your own?“

She paused for a moment. You could see in her eyes that she thought about what kind of answer to give you.

“It’s different. But I like this a lot more.“, she finally said.

You nodded slowly: “Yes, you looked happy on the pitch…“

“I feel like football gives me a lot more. I bet you get that.”, Salma smiled shily.

“Yes, I like it too when we compete as a team.”, you agreed beaming.

“I remember that.”, the football player responded fondly.

“You remember a lot.”, a slight blush crept upon your cheeks.

“I do.”, she confessed.

“Like I meant something to you.”, you added nervously.

“Because it means a lot to me.”, Salma remarked earnestly.

“To me too but you broke my heart.”, you sighed deeply.

“I never meant too.”, the forward insisted, looking deep into your eyes hoping you’d believe her.

You closed your eyes for a moment, your head was screaming all the reasons you shouldn’t say what you were about to, but you decided to listen to your heart instead.

“You can invite me to dinner and when we’ll see if I give another chance.”, you declared with a cocky smile.

“You know, I think that sounds like a deal. Let me just take a shower.”, Salma winked.

“I’ll be waiting outside.”, you announced to her.

It didn’t take long for her to come back to you. “Alright, I’m ready.”

“Let’s go.”, you chirmed.

For now, you didn’t know where this reunion would take you both. Nonetheless if gymnastic taught you one thing it’s always to take one step at a time. And right now, it was a pretty woman and you walking along the Seine. It was getting dark, the lights off the Eiffel tower were about to turn on.

[pinkyqil]

salma p. x reader who's not a footballer

prompt: blind date

location: barcelona

Blind date // salma paralluelo

Salma had been getting restless teasing from her friends and fellow teammates. Especially about her lover life or when she came back from one of her horrid dates that went awful.

"So Salma how did your last date go". vicky asked her with a teasing voice.

"Ugh I don't even want to talk about it spare me please".

"Nope you don't get to butt out of telling us". Pina and patri told her along with esme and ona agreeing with there statements.

She told them how it went especially how the other girl had accidentally spill a drink on her after refusing to give her free tickets to there next game and how she basically got ditched mid date.

"So your telling me she threw her drink on you after you declined her request and left you for someone else". vicky said before bursting into laughter along with the other girl's.

"Very well figured out genius". salma throwing her head back before laughing with them.

"You basically got toyed with amiga I feel bad for you.patri told her

"Thanks for the reminder guys let's go before we have to do extra laps". She told the group of friends before jogging away.

"I feel bad now guys poor salma".vicky told the group of girls as they made there way down

"Yeah". they said in tune before making there way back.

"Salma salma". Ona called up the tall girl trying to reach her before she left.

Upon hearing her name begin called she turned around to a already tried ona.

"Yes".she said

"Are you free tonight?".ona asked her

"Yep got nothing to do but watch a film".

"How about a blind date-".before ona could finish she got a no

"No after what I told you expect me to go on another one especially a blind date?".

"Please think about it I'll send you the details I promise you she's a good one". Ona explained to a very bother salma.

Salma found herself staring at ona's messages for a ungodly amounts of time.her heart and mind kept telling her two different things. Go and just enjoy yourself or stay and avoid going on the blind date knowing whatever could happen.

She decided to go knowing she's dealt with worse slama was never the type to face her challenges but when she did, she definitely takes over.so here she was looking through her closet and looking for the perfect fit to wear knowing that she was definitely going to be late.

She dusted her outfit one last time before heading inside the mini cafe restaurant. the nervousness was gone the moment she felt the cafe peaceful atmosphere. spoting a darked haired woman at the table she mentally cursed herself out for being late.

"Hi sorry for coming in late something came up". she said before taking a sit the moment she looked at you she felt and insanely amount of butterflies in her stomach.

Forget gorgeous you we're breathtaking when her eyes meet yours.

"No worries I didn't have to wait that long".you told her.

The date went smoothly in fact amazing.you both got to know each other a lot more and surprisingly you both had a lot more in common than you thought.

finding out that night she loved going for runs midnight jogs just like you made your heart flutter especially with how flirty she got mid date making you blush hard that you we're probably different shade.

After a while you both took a walk in the beautiful city of Barcelona holding hands breeze in your face and a fresh moment for you both.

"Same time next week". she asked you

"Definitely I really enjoyed the date salma thanks for making it meaningful for me".you told her

"No thank you I was actually contemplating on coming after awful date encounters but I'm glad I did".

The next day salma woke up with butterflies her mind was just filled with thoughts about seeing you and your next date together.

but sadly those thought had been interrupted when she head for training.

First person she saw would be ona who looked over the moon to see her telling from the huge grin she had on her face.

"Soo by the smile on your face I can assume the date went well".

"It did come one let's head down and I'll tell you everything".has she grabbed ona's hand so that they could partner up for drills and she's spils the date tea.

A/n: hope you like it added a lil twit of my own I'm still taking in the 3 player prompt thing all you gotta do is send in a player prompt and location hope y'all like enjoy this fic and has always feedbacks are appreciated 💗

© PINKYQIL

[melodymunson]

Steddie x fem reader Halloween oneshot

Steve Harrington, Eddie and you spend an amazing night at Steve's place after a Halloween party and make it a Halloween to remember forever. Halloween of '86. Reader, Steve, and Eddie are all in their young 20s—friends to lovers.

4K words

warnings: very nsfw, creampies, MFM threesome, dirty filth, sex. College-aged reader and Steddie. Guys kissing. Rough sex.

An alternate version of this (A Christmas fic I published back in December of 2022.)

You and the gang were all gathered at Steve's for a Halloween party and you were dressed as none other than Elvira aka the Mistress of the Dark. The best part about the party was that you were looking smoking hot in your outfit the long slinky black dress with the slit up the side, your high heels, black tight, and Elvira's signature black wig. Robin helped you do the makeup mainly the eyeliner and pink and purple eye shadows. Steve was dressed as a werewolf and Eddie was dressed up as a vampire. The cape he wore was stunning and he had fake fangs to complete his look with red eyeshadow. Robin was Spider-Woman and her red and yellow outfit complete with cape and mask looked stunning on her.

Dustin, Eleven, Eddie, Steve, Mike, Max, Lucas, and Will were also in attendance. You, Eddie, and Steve had been friends for a while and you secretly had feelings for both of them. The party was a great idea as any to get to know them better. The younger kids were dressed so well. Max was Jason Voorhees, Dustin was Michael Myers, Lucas was a wizard, Will was a pirate, and Mike was Luke Skywalker.

There was trick or treating first and the younger kids loved that you, Eddie, Steve, and Robin took them. Everyone brought a pillow case or pumpkin pail to get the candy. Rich neighborhoods were hit up first since they always gave the best candy. After trick or treating you all ate some candies and bobbed for apples. A bonfire was started and marshmallows were roasted for s'mores before watching the movie Fright Night and eating pizza, popcorn, junk food, and apple cider.

When the movie was over everyone took group pictures of everyone's costumes and said their goodbyes. Even Robin left because she promised to spend the rest of the night with Vickie. Only you, Eddie, and Steve were left to clean up. Eddie worked on gathering cups and plates, you were packing up the food leftovers, and Steve was sweeping up and throwing leftover wrappers away.

"Well, that party sure was one to remember," you remarked as you smiled at Steve.

"How about we have some drinks?" Steve suggested wanting to get a good buzz and then smoke a joint.

He was all smiles as he watched you walk to the kitchen to make the spiked apple cider. Once you added the vodka you poured three cups and soon after that, they joined you in the kitchen.

"Let's toast to being good friends for many years to come," you told them hoping secretly it would turn into something at least a bit more.

"To being friends," Eddie and Steve echoed almost simultaneously as they clinked their glasses with yours. You took a big swig and they did too. It was pretty good.

"Love your outfit by the way," Steve praised you.

"Me too it's really hot. You look beautiful," Eddie added as he blushed slightly.

Eddie then turned his attention to Steve. "So you think we could go in your hot tub?" He asked Steve with a raise of his brows. Even though it was only the end of October it was chilly weather already.

"Of course. If that's what you and Y/N want to do."

"Let me finish my drink first then I'll be ready," you told them.

Everyone enjoyed the cider and got tipsy. It was just so great being able to have a night all alone with the two guys who mattered the most to you. Steve finished first and excused himself to go to the hot tub.

"Can't wait to see what you are going to wear in the hot tub," Ed's mentioned with wide eyes. He had the most beautiful chocolate button eyes which you loved.

"Oh really? I have some ideas. Guess you will just have to find out."

Eddie moved closer to you and ran his fingers through your hair. It was spontaneous and you wanted to kiss him. Before you could say anything or do anything else he moved in closer his lips meeting yours and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips. You kissed him back and he moved his hands to your hips pulling you close to him so you could practically feel his crotch rubbing up against you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"We should continue this later. Wouldn't want to make Steve jealous." He pulled away then finished his drink and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

"Yeah wouldn't want that."

You finished your drink and then walked out with Eddie. Steve was already soaking in the hot tub and noticed you both sensing a spark between the two of you. He had his boxers on and Eddie stripped down to his and got in the tub. You took off your clothes leaving only your bra and underwear on. They both watched you tentatively with smiles on their faces once they noticed the Elvira wig was still on as you stripped and then got in with them.

After moments of silence, you decided to speak up.

"This is great. Just what I needed. I must say I loved the costumes, especially yours Eddie you make the perfect vampire. And Steve you are perfect as a werewolf."

"Thank you gorgeous," Steve responded as he closed his eyes.

"Why thank you sweet thing," Eddie added as he touched your shoulder.

Both Eddie and Steve were being the perfect gentlemen but someone had to break the ice and the alcohol was making you feel super buzzed now. Eddie lit up a joint with his skull lighter and blew out the smoke then passed it to Steve who took a deep drag of it and handed it to you.

"I don't want this night to end," you remarked sighing.

"Who says it has to end?" Eddie mused with raised brows.

"After this, we could go to Steve's room and have some fun," you suggested with a shrug of your shoulders before inhaling the joint.

His parents were gone for the week and he did have the place to himself the whole weekend so what better way to spend the time than with you and Eddie?

A smile formed on Steve's face as he thought carefully about your proposal.

"Sounds perfect. What do you mean by fun though exactly?" He asked sheepishly.

"I mean that we can do whatever we feel like. But for starters how about this?"

You leaned over towards Steve and kissed him. Eddie watched you both kiss tentatively as he hit the joint again. You made sure to kiss him too so he wouldn't feel left out.

"Let's make this more interesting. I'll take off my bra if you two kiss," you dared them.

"In that case why not if Eddie wants to…"

'Not like we haven't before' Eddie thought to himself suddenly remembering the time that he and Steve had kissed on a drunken dare.

Eddie just shook his head yes and leaned forward kissing Steve making it look really convincing and passionate.

They both looked at you after the kiss expecting you to keep your promise. The kiss was so hot and they deserved to get rewarded for it. You undid the clasp of your bra and removed it putting it on the side of the tub as Steve blew out a ring of smoke and then handed it to you. They looked at you with wide eyes of approval and you thought you even saw Steve lick his lips slightly and bite them.

"If you want more of this then come upstairs in ten minutes. Meet me in Steve's room."

"Definitely. I have no objection to that," Steve said affirmatively.

"Sure why not," was Eddie's reply.

You took one more drag then passed it to Eddie before you left them with your bra behind and took one of the towels Steve had brought and wrapped it around your body. Once inside the house, you went to shower and put on a silky gown Steve had bought you for your last birthday and then a gifted Corroded Coffin tank top From Eddie. Eddie was front and center on the shirt playing his guitar and he had his skull bandanna on along with his Hellfire club tee shirt and ripped jeans. Completing your look you put the Elvira wig back on and re-applied your dark red lipstick while also doing some touches on the eyeliner and pink and blue eyeshadows. The Halloween nightgown with pumpkins and black trim was gorgeous and fit you perfectly. So did the matching panties and you added a few spritzes of the perfume as well as some pumpkin lotion. Soon after you got comfortable Eddie and Steve came into his room wearing white cotton robes.

"So what do we have here? You look pretty in that silk gown I bought you," Steve remarked as Eddie stood next to him with a big grin.

"Well, I did get that shirt for her. You do look beautiful though."

"I want both of you on the bed with me," you remarked firmly.

"A bit demanding aren't we, sweetheart?" Steve boldly stated as he walked up to you cupping your chin.

"I need you here with me. To keep me entertained."

"Oh is that right? Well, it depends on what you are offering," Eddie adds as he takes a few steps closer to the bed.

They wanted you so much but needed you to say the words first. To make them come to you. As Eddie played with his rings he thought about how good you would look with your mouth wrapped around his fingers. Steve wanted to put you in your place and was feeling in a dominant mood that night. What you wanted was simple- to surrender to both men and to be theirs for the taking. You were willing and eager to do just about anything to please them.

"I want to fuck you both. I've wanted this for a while now. Tonight is as good a night as any. I want anything you guys want." You spread your legs and began to move your fingers toward your clothed cunt rubbing gently and in slow circles. They watched in eager interest as Steve knelt on the bed and Eddie stood next to you on the other side of the bed. You grabbed a unicorn rainbow lollipop and unwrapped it with your teeth then began to suck on it mimicking fellatio.

"We should make her feel good Eddie. Don't you think so?"

"Definitely. Let's get her more comfortable first."

Eddie got closer to you and sat on the bed then moved his hand towards your face cradling it as Steve caressed your legs and inner thighs. You put the lollipop on the bedside table, then turned your attention to Eddie.

"I want to suck on your fingers."

He smirked as you took his hand and began to suck each finger taking them into your mouth.

"That's a good girl. Isn't she Steve? Sucking on my fingers so desperately."

"I think she needs something more than that though."

Eddie pulled his fingers out of your mouth and then wiped them off.

"I need you boys to get back into the Halloween spirit with your signature vampire and werewolf looks," you suggested.

Eddie's brows raised upon hearing you say this and he had no obligations to this request. Neither did Steve. Luckily their costumes were nearby and Steve put on his wolf mask as Eddie donned his cape. Eddie still had his fake vampire fangs in.

"Tell us what you think you deserve, princess," Steve suggested as he massaged your thighs.

"I think I need both of your cocks in my mouth."

Both of them were fully erect and more than happy with this plan. You wanted them and they wanted you and that's what mattered.

"Get on your knees and suck us off then," Eddie growled in a husky tone as he undid his robe revealing his erection.

Steve tossed his robe to the side and stood there next to Eddie. You kissed each of them with desire and passion as they breathed in your scent. The smell of your perfume was incredible and you hoped it made them want you even more. You wanted them to be addicted to you in every way.

You looked at both of their cocks admiring the lengths and the girth of their prowess. You got up and kneeled on his shag carpet looking up at both of them as you began to caress and stroke their cocks simultaneously at a nice and steady pace.

"Good girl. So eager for our cocks. Our own Lady Elvira. What a needy little thing," Steve grunted as he stood there with his hands on his hips.

You loved the encouragement and as you stroked their cocks from the head to the base you began to take Steve into your mouth. You took just the tip at first then more of him into your mouth as you cupped Eddie's balls and stroked him and they took turns holding back your hair.

"Her hands feel so good. How about her mouth though, Steve?"

"Fucking fantastic. She's good at sucking cock. Just wait until you get a turn."

You sucked him a little deeper as he bucked his hips then moved over to Eddie's cock with a bit of slickness already forming on your lips from sucking off Steve. As you sucked Eddie's cock taking him slow at first then hollowing out your cheeks to take much more of him into your mouth. You caressed Steve harder and listened to both of their pretty groans.

"Fuck yes, what a good little girl. So good you have to share my little Mistress of the Dark," Eddie grunted and desperately whined as he wrapped his fingers around your hair.

You felt wet already and ached wanting so much more from them. You switched back to Steve and rubbed Eddie as you moaned around his length. They were both so into it and loved to fuck your pretty mouth as it glistened with their precum. So badly you wanted to touch yourself so you did but Steve protested.

"Not yet sweetheart. Only touch yourself when one of us says."

You alternated between sucking Eddie's cock and then Steve's as saliva pooled around your mouth and ran down your chin until Steve stopped you.

"Okay now it's time to please you, princess," Steve proclaimed as he helped you up and onto the bed laying you down on your back.

As Steve helped you with your shirt and removed it followed by your silky nightie, Eddie removed your thong and spread your legs wide noticing your wet pussy, and licked his fingers before inserting two of them into your wet hot slick heat. He pumped them in and out of you at a steady rhythm as Steve worked on sucking your nipples and lightly biting them.

"She's so tight, Steve. Fuck."

"Good. I can't wait to feel for myself."

Soon Eddie replaces his fingers with his mouth licking a thin stripe over your pussy, spreading your lips as Steve began to kiss you from your chest up to your collarbone and then your lips. As he pleased your clit with his tongue and fingers, you moaned against Steve's kisses eagerly kissing him back fully surrendering yourself to the both of them. For a long time, it was all that you wanted and you needed them so much. No one before them had ever pleased you this good and you were willing to let them do whatever they wanted to you. Just as you were getting close to your release, Eddie stopped licking and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I know you were close darling but you can't cum until we let you alright. It will be okay," Eddie assured you as he stroked his cock.

"Just let us fuck you first. Who should it be though?" Steve asked you with a cocky grin.

You looked at both of them wondering who should be the first one to fuck you contemplating it for a bit.

"Steve should fuck me first."

"Lucky you, Harrington."

As Steve switched places with Eddie and lined himself up at your entrance, you looked up into Steve's eyes and wrapped your legs around his waist as he slid into you easily.

"You were so right Eddie she's fuckin tight. It's perfect."

He wrapped his hands around your waist and began to pound into you quickly. He showed no mercy as he left crescent-shaped marks on your skin Eddie was next to you feeling so turned on as he watched his good friend fuck the girl of his dreams.

"That's a girl letting me fuck her little tight pussy like a good slut," Steve boasted as he picked up his pace slamming into you with a look full of lust on his face his mask now long gone. As he fucked you, Eddie pinched your nipples and harshly slapped them. Your moans grew even louder as he fucked you hard and rough not even trying to be the slightest bit gentle but he would prove to provide the best aftercare.

"I love when you fuck me hard Steve. Fuck me as hard as you want and as rough as you want to," you cried out as he had his way with you slapping your pussy as Eddie's fingers worked magic on your breasts and pleased you to your liking.

His thrusts were getting so rough he was shaking his bed but it felt so amazing and everyone was enraptured in the ecstasy of it all. He was getting close to cumming and you were too.

"Does my dirty little girl want to cum for me? Cum for me then," he demanded as he fucked you and teased you with his cock pulling it out just to slam back in.

"So close. So fuckin close," you groaned as Eddie licked your nipples and Steve slapped your pussy with his cock.

As he thrust into you with more passion you felt your release and came all over his cock crying out his name. You wanted to feel his cum so badly inside and hoped he would find his release soon.

"Where do you want my cum princess?" He growled as sweat formed on his brow.

"Inside of me fill me up," you pleaded. A huge smirk formed on his face as he thrust into you and he soon felt his release. He filled you up so completely, his cum practically dripping out of your pussy. As he pulled out Eddie left sweet kisses on your face.

"Munson, you have to get some of this. She feels so good."

His cock was so hard and his dick was aching to fuck you but he didn't want to overstimulate you.

"Are you ready for me, doll?" He asked as Eddie stood up and switched places with Steve.

"I'm ready. I want you to fuck me."

He nodded and flipped you over so he could take you from behind while his cape stayed on as Steve watched what was happening intently feeling so turned on still. It wasn't every day he had the chance to fuck a girl together with one of his best friends. You were so much more than just some girl to him. With you, both the guys felt like they had found someone who was the right fit for them. Someone who could make them smile genuinely and feel like they could be themselves.

As he pulled your hair with a firm grip, Eddie began to slide his cock into you slowly and gently wanting you to feel every single inch as he filled you up to the hilt. Once he was adjusted inside of you he firmly gripped your waist letting you adjust to his size. He was big even bigger than Steve but they both felt just perfect inside of you.

"Are you good, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Eddie. Fuck me as you please," you told him not being able to help how needy you sounded.

You gripped his cock so well as he moved inside of your already wet pussy still filled with Steve's cum. The wet sounds your pussy made as he dug his fingernails into your ass had him throwing his head back in ecstasy. Steve looked longingly at you both with lust in his eyes and a grimace on his face as he stroked himself slowly meeting Eddies gaze on occasion.

"Please let me touch myself, Eddie," you pleaded with him.

"Oh yeah? Just don't cum before me. If you do I'll stop fucking you." He turned your head to look at him cupping your jaw.

"I promise."

He bucked his hips faster as you began to touch yourself with three fingers craving and loving the feeling of your fingers and his cock together.

As his thrusting became more intense, you cried out in so much pleasure screaming slightly but they were screams of intense pleasure. Even Eddies groans were more vocal as he slapped your ass and groped it. As sweat beaded on his brow and he fucked you even quicker wanting to reach his high, you felt like you would cum at any moment but didn't want to disobey him.

"Is my dirty girl close to her release? Don't cum without my permission. Got that? Don't fucking cum," he scolded you as your moans intensified and his grunts became louder and more frequent.

You nodded yes in response feeling so close to finding your orgasm again especially with your fingers moving in tandem with the strokes of his cock and you wanted to only cum on his command because pleading with Eddie was so satisfying. As Steve was stroking himself to his satisfaction, you watched him and edged yourself closer than ever to your release. Eddie was so close to bottoming out as he made red imprints on your ass with his squeezing and slapping.

"You're gonna cum when I say, babe. Almost there," he raspily told you. With just a few more thrusts his gasping became louder and as his balls slapped against your ass he felt like he was just about to cover you with his cum.

"Please let me cum," you whined which made Eddie let out a soft chuckle.

His rapid thrusts started to become almost erratic and he almost came right on the spot. He was able to control himself though but not for much longer.

"Cum now for me. I'm going to fill you up so fucking good."

With a few more thrusts and his words of encouragement, you found your release and came hard all over his cock and your fingers. A few gasps and groans escaped his lips as he began to come undone filling you up and pulling out to finish on your ass.

"That's a good little whore. You did so well for me. So good."

He cleaned you up with some tissues and held you in his arms as Steve got up to pepper sweet kisses on your face.

While everyone relaxed and began to come down from their high you laid in the middle of them. It was so calming and peaceful to listen to the sounds of their breathing after everything that had just happened. The moment felt perfect and you were pleased with the outcome of the whole night. They both held onto you giving you comfort and reassuring touches and caresses as you rested your head on Eddie's arm with Steve's hand holding your hand tenderly and giving you soft kisses. The Halloween season was so much better now that you had them. Something told you that you would be doing this again with them soon and you wouldn't have it any other way. This was turning out to be a Halloween night to remember forever.

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[hearts-4-vicky]

Omg what’s ur thoughts on 69ing with the fimmies?

kinda forgot to post… um 🤫 short sorry my luvs😔❤️ oh n i somehow read 69ing as tribbung so um i had to rewrite it… im listening to beautiful christmas writinf this❤️❤️jingle bell jingle bell everyboyd cum have n have urself a self a besuciyful chrismuar🔥 i luv aespa n red velevt sumtimes🐺 u gotta be BOLD😆 just rock thw world!!🤓 BOOYAHHH💥lalalalalala🧏 happiness!!! lalalalalalala r u hapi huh

only unnie line + zuha for obvious reasons

warnings: sub kinda bratty chaewon, subby baby zuha 😍, soft dom kkura, pussy drunk yunjin, switch reader, overstimulation, unnie kinkk, 69ing, whats the thing called where like its crying and they like it, idk what else im tired (its barely 10 pm)

not proofread…

Chaewon

shes sensitive tell me otherwise and ur stewpid😾 tries to convince you and herself that shes not but blow air on her folds and shes melting.. definitely makes up little games on who can make the other cum first

“you… you fucking cheated!”

“chae i barely even did anythi-“

“CHEATER CHEATER PUMPKIN EATER😾”

angry issues pull up and now shes putting her all to make sure you cum hard on her face.. and you do duhhhh her tongue exploring your wet cunt, her free hand rubbing your clit omg im gon- *train zooms by*

i love sour grapes listen to it and swan song both bops i cried to sour grapes one time luv is sour grapes🎀 some1 make an angst fic with that song omg toxic relationship with chae n yeah hear me lht

Sakura

i want this woman in every single way omg SHE SOS UGGHHHHHHHH SAKURA MIYAWAKI THE WOMAN YOG AREEE OMG

her pussy is pretty asf and i stand by that statement. and she makes love she doesnt fuck😍 would def cry in the middle of lapping at your cunt.. um idk where this idea came from but it reminds me of her…

“kkura- are you okay baby?-“

“I love you so much.”

yeah then she dives right back into your puffy pussy to show her appreciation, making you moan right into her pretty cunt omg… i could go on and on abt her…

yes u can watch me watch i if u love me but u cant touch me otuch me, i if u love me

Yunjin

doesn’t know when to stop… literally gets soo pussy drunk to the point where she just keeps going😭

“Jen-! holy fuckING shit! mmh- s’too m-much..”

“….huh”

really puts the huh in huh yunjin, doesnt even realize you guys were supposed to 69, just makes you drown her in your hot cunt and plush thighs… grabs your hips to pull you impossibly closer yeah you’re not walking straight tmrw..

Kazuha

subbiest sub to me omg that girl is a loser in a hot body… would switch japanese when shes too overwhelmed with your hot tongue in her cunt!

“u-unnie! fuck- fastER!”

“that was so hot, um what does that mean…”

babygirl would be moaning so much she neglects your needy pussy:( but its okay cuz her moans r soooo pretty, her little gasps that turn to whimpers when you make her grind on your tongue… O-*gunshots*

hi my lovessss i missed u guys i love you all 300 of u guys n stuff thanks for your support 💋(im really happy i promise💔💔💔)

Stay safe and love you lots

-Vicky 💋

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Eddie's Girl

Ship(s): Eddie Munson x fem!reader, Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Steve finds himself pining over the one girl he can't have, and he has no idea how to handle it. It's a good thing you notice before Eddie does, and, by God, is Steve's timing perfect.

Word Count: 9,330 words

Warnings: suggestive content (18+), jealous!Steve, Eddie slander, reader kind of cheats (emotionally?), pining and glum Steve, Steve's a little mean-spirited, reader wears a bikini, swearing, Stancy mention, everyone is a bitch to everyone, Eddie's an asshole, therapist Steve, insecure Eddie, talk of addiction, time skip

18+ Warnings: description of moaning, whimpering, veiled allusion to sex from another room, Steve & Dustin overhear

Note: Inspired by Rick Springfield's "Jessie's Girl". Set two years post-s4. (It didn't quite go in the direction I wanted it to, so I might rewrite this at some point. Or make an alternate version at least.)

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May 15, 1986

Steve had seen plenty of beautiful women in his life. Pretty faces, pretty bodies, pretty eyes, he'd seen it all. But the woman currently browsing his organized shelves was, without a doubt, the most beautiful he had ever seen.

He couldn't exactly pin down what it was about you—maybe the way you were standing, or the way you cocked your head to the left while you read the titles, or even the way your hair was falling—but you were the most beautiful creature he had ever set eyes on.

You had been in the store multiple times recently; this was probably your fourth appearance this week. Steve gawked at you while you chose a movie every time, and he stuttered when he checked it out for you every time, and he blushed every time you met his gaze. He knew it, but he knew it was useless to try and cover it up. He'd just become more obvious if he tried to hide how in awe of you he was.

Robin hadn't been in the store the first few times you had been here, but she glanced over at you today, seeing where Steve's gaze had fallen.

"That's the girl?" she whispered, the color draining from her face.

Steve nodded. "She's gorgeous, isn't she?"

"Steve, you do not want to go after that one, I promise," Robin hissed frantically under her breath.

He frowned. "Why?"

Before Robin could answer, there was a screech from outside of the store. Their heads whipped toward the sound, seeing Eddie's van outside, Eddie himself hopping out and strolling into the store with his hands in his front jean pockets.

"Hey, Harrington!" Eddie said. Where he would normally lean on the counter to be a nuisance, he sauntered over to where you were standing.

"Hi, Eddie," Robin said, when Steve's usual reply didn't come, his eyes instead narrowed as he watched Eddie approach you. She opened her mouth and shut it quickly, knowing there was no way to soften the fall Steve was about to take.

Eddie looped his arms around your waist. You squeaked in surprised, but you were already smiling when you turned in his arms. "Eddie!"

He grinned at you. "Hiya, princess." He bent down, kissing you softly. You indulged in the kiss for a minute before pushing him away.

"Not now, Eds, we're in public," you said, voice shy and cheeks burning with embarrassment. You glanced in Steve's direction, concern flickering over your face when you caught sight of him.

Robin quickly spun Steve around so that you couldn't see his face. She took in his slightly dropped jaw, the shock in his eyes, the tiny tremble in his lower lip. "That's why," she said softly.

Steve cleared his throat with some difficulty. "Yeah," he said, throat constricted. "I get it. That's why."

~❊~

The usually lighthearted night laying on Steve's bed had turned sullen. In fact, it hadn't started lighthearted at all. When Robin finally got to Steve's house after spending the afternoon with Vickie, she found him awake yet unmoving on his bed, curled up on his side and staring at the wall.

"Steve?" she asked, setting her stuff down on the floor. "You alive over there?"

He gave a noncommittal hum of acknowledgement.

Robin sat down on the opposite side of his bed cautiously. He didn't move, and when it became clear he wasn't going to talk, she said, "Are you okay?"

Silence filled the next few seconds. Then Steve rolled onto his back. "No," he mumbled, looking the most despondent she had ever seen him. "It's not fair, Robs. How does Eddie "the Freak" Munson get a girlfriend before I do?"

Robin shrugged. "They've been together for a long time—before high school, before he became the social outcast."

Steve glared at her, but Robin knew it wasn't directed at her; Steve tended to glare at everything when he was upset about the girls he didn't successfully date. "And you know this how?"

"Because she's been my best friend for the past four years."

He pouted. "How come I've never seen her before now?"

Robin flopped down beside him. "She was in Eddie's original graduating class. She's been in college the past two years, and she didn't come back last summer—she was on an internship abroad. That's why Eddie's so clingy this summer. She's been complaining he hardly leaves her alone—"

Steve sat up. "She's complaining about him?"

A warning entered Robin's eyes. "Not like that, dingus. Don't you try anything. They're still happily in love."

Steve harrumphed. "I'm doomed, Robin."

She heaved a sympathetic sigh. "No, you're not, Steve. You're gonna find someone, it's just..."

"Just that everybody else found their someone first?" he groaned. "I just can't win, can I?"

Robin looked down at her hands, awkwardly playing with the bracelet Vickie had given her. She glanced over at Steve's glum face, feeling an echo of the pain he felt in her chest. He looked like she had when she found out Vickie was dating someone else, a year prior.

She patted Steve's shoulder. "It'll get better, I promise. Just look at me, right?"

Steve sighed. "Yeah, I guess so," he said, but Robin could tell he wasn't convinced.

~❊~

Steve felt like the universe was against him. Of course the girl of his dreams was already taken, he wasn't surprised just looking at her. But by Eddie Munson? Now that made Steve want to scream into a pillow.

And it wasn't like Eddie had managed to score you with his winning charm, either. You'd been friends with him for so long, you'd dated him for so long—it was like he was the default option just because he was familiar.

Steve knew his thoughts weren't fair to either you or Eddie. He'd seen the two of you interact time and time again since the day his heart dropped to his feet, and he knew you were infatuated with Eddie. Even if Eddie was the familiar, default option in your love life, you had no problem with it. You looked at Eddie like he'd hung the moon and stars. Eddie looked at you no differently, and he was constantly holding you and touching you and Jesus Christ it made Steve sick.

Romance of all kinds was making Steve's stomach churn these days. Every time he saw Nancy and Jonathan, he felt so bitter and angry he had to put as much distance between himself and the happy couple as he could. It was just another reminder of the girl he'd lost.

Every time he saw Robin and Vickie, bittersweet tears welled up in his eyes. He was happy for Robin, of course he was, and he was incredibly proud of the fact he'd been right about Vickie all along. But, God, did it hurt to see his advice work for somebody other than himself.

The same went for Dustin and Suzie, every time Dustin got off the phone with her and came to Steve to gush about her. Steve usually loved hearing about it, but that didn't take away the sting when Dustin happily described in too-great length how Suzie had told him she loved him that day.

And when he saw you and Eddie... Oh, Steve just wanted to sob. There had been too many days when he had gone home and cried in the shower, all without meaning to and sometimes not noticing until he was unable to breathe from how fast the tears were coming.

~❊~

July 10, 1988

Brutally hot July days had arrived at Hawkins, which meant Steve's pool had become a community pool for his friends. These days were Steve's favorite days—when he could have everybody near and see that they were all safe and happy and just fine, contrary to the nightmares that still plagued him.

The kids got there first—not that they were kids anymore, but Steve couldn't quite break out of that train of thought. They were four years younger than he was, after all.

Steve and Lucas helped Max into the chair Steve had installed into the pool for her, and Steve gave her his sunglasses to protect her already weak eyes.

Max shrieked as Dustin jumped in, dousing her in water. El slid into the water beside her while Will and Mike argued over which of Steve's deck chairs they wanted to sit in.

Slowly, the others began showing up—Nancy and Jonathan just seconds after the kids, evidently having been the ones to drive them, carrying fold-up chairs and a cooler. Robin and Vickie came with umbrellas and food about a half an hour later.

As time passed, the sun began to dip in the sky, but the heat was relentless. It was late in the afternoon when Dustin finally stopped splashing around long enough to ask, "Steve? Is Eddie coming?"

Steve glanced around his yard and then at his watch. "He was supposed to, after he got out of work."

Dustin made a face. "That was hours ago! Where is he?"

Steve shrugged. "I don't know, I'm your babysitter, not his."

Dustin scowled. "You are not my babysitter."

"Still feels like it," Steve muttered, rolling his eyes.

Dustin's response was to shriek and dunk Steve under without warning.

Laughter met Steve's ears when he surface, glaring at the grinning boy. "Oh, you're gonna pay for that, Henderson." He sent a tidal wave in Dustin's direction, relishing in the resulting fearful shriek.

"Aw, don't drown the little shrimp without me!"

"Eddie!" was a chorus that came from the kids. Steve glanced over his shoulder and found both you and Eddie walking toward the pool, Eddie already shedding his shirt to join them in the pool.

Steve's stomach dropped when he saw you, several thoughts processing simultaneously.

First, he had not technically invited you to this gathering, because he avoided speaking to you as much as possible, lest you detect his cursed crush on you.

Second, you were wearing a pretty (and skimpy) bikini with shorts and a see-through coverup over it.

Third, his formerly perfect hair was practically a wet mop on his head.

"Brought my girl along," Eddie said as he jumped into the pool. "Hope you don't mind."

Steve pushed his wet hair out of his face, shaking his head. "Nah, man, it's cool," he said, even though he could feel his skin warming even more, the pool no longer cooling down that persistent burn. You gave him a little, cheery wave, and the urge to hide in his room swept over him.

Robin greeted you with an enthusiastic hug. "I hope you like burgers! Or fruit, or salad, or chips, or fries, because we brought them all, so there's something you're gonna like—"

You laughed, the sound like music to Steve and Eddie's ears. "Of course, I do, Robs, how could you forget?"

"Must be the heat," she said, but Steve barely heard her, because you called Robin 'Robs' too!

Eddie clapped his hands together, tugging Steve's attention away from you. "Alright! Why are we drowning Henderson?"

"Because he tried to drown me!" Steve lunged at Dustin in the water. Dustin shrieked and swam away as fast as he could.

Eddie laughed. "Must've been a big wave to drown the captain of the Hawkins swim team," he teased, poking Steve in the shoulder. Steve swatted his hand away.

"He caught me off guard," Steve complained.

There was a soft splashing behind him. Both he and Eddie turned to see you sitting at the edge of the pool, your feet in the water. Eddie's face split into a wide grin and he swam over to you. Steve watched discreetly, trying to tamp down the fire in his belly, as Eddie put his hands on your knees and you leaned down to cup his face and kiss him.

"I love you, sweet girl," Eddie mumbled against your lips.

"I love you more," you whispered. "My lover boy." You smiled at him, pushing his hair out of his face.

The moment remained peaceful for a single second more, before Eddie abruptly pulled you into the pool. You shrieked, clinging to him while he laughed (Steve thought his laugh was a bit too obnoxious for your obvious panic at being yanked in).

"You are an ass," you complained, but there was no bite behind your words. You looped your arms around Eddie's neck and his grin widened, becoming sickeningly in love. Steve felt a twisting in his chest, painful as a knife. When your gaze darted over to him, he hoped his expression wasn't too revealing of his current hatred toward Eddie or his longing for you. "I'm sure Steve's never yanked any of his girlfriends into the pool without warning."

Before Steve could open his mouth, Nancy said, "No, but he has pushed me in before—while I was wearing clothes."

Steve blushed. Guilt bubbled up in his chest. "Nancy, I..."

"It's okay," she promised, "I don't hold it against you."

Your mouth had become an O. "Is that when you two were...?"

Nancy nodded, casting an awkward glance toward Steve, who refused to look anywhere near her. He rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a long breath.

"Awkward," he muttered and pulled himself out of the pool. He grabbed a towel on his way back toward his house.

Your voice sounded behind him, guilty and apologetic. "Steve, I didn't mean to—"

"No, no, it's fine," he called over his shoulder. "I'm just grabbing a drink."

Robin frowned, gesturing to the cooler full of ice and sodas. "We have drinks right here, Steve!"

"Not that kind, Robs," he said.

"Hey, grab me one, Harrington!" Eddie shouted. Steve gave him a thumbs up before shutting the sliding door behind him. He didn't let out his breath until he got into his kitchen and leaned over the kitchen sink.

"Get ahold of yourself," he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut. He hated that it bothered him so much, that every time someone brought up his relationship with Nancy he practically shut down. He hadn't in a while, and he hated this time even more, because it was you who brought it up.

No wonder he hadn't had a real relationship since Nancy. Every girl knew about it, and every potential girlfriend brought it up, and it reduced him to this—unable to flirt with them, unable to talk to them, unable to forget the smell of Nancy's perfume or her hand in his or—

"Stop it," he hissed at himself, leaving the sink and yanking open the door to his fridge. He grabbed two beer cans, paused, and grabbed a third. He downed one right there, standing at his kitchen counter and glancing out the window to where you and Eddie were practically slow dancing in his pool. Eddie spun you and then his hands dipped below the water, visibly squeezing your ass. You yelped, blushing in his arms, and Eddie giggled at you.

And then his hand slipped around to your front. "Fuck," Steve said, ashamed of the whimper in his voice and glad no one was around to hear it.

The kids started to jeer, Dustin mimicking vomiting, and Eddie lifted one hand out of the water to flip them off. You, however, seemed relieved.

"Steve will kill you," Robin warned, glancing inside. Steve wondered if she saw him standing and watching from the open window. Eddie just laughed off her warning. "I'm serious, Eddie, not in his pool, not in his house."

"I'm sure the maid will clean the sheets," Eddie said, winking at you.

Shocked and bashful in the face of all these people, you pushed away from him. Steve could see your mortification, your unease with the whole situation. "Eddie, stop," you said. "Robin's right. Don't piss him off just because you're jealous of him."

Silence fell from the others. Eddie's face twisted into an ugly, angry expression. "I'm not jealous of Steve fucking Harrington."

You scoffed, climbing out of the pool the same way Steve had. "Yeah, right." You glared at him. "Then tell me why you've gotta one-up him all the time, yeah?"

"I do not—" But you were already walking away, so Eddie turned his glare on Robin. "Now look what you've done!"

"What I've done?!" Robin echoed, incredulous. "This is on you, Munson!"

You snatched up your towel from one of the lounge chairs. "You started this, Eddie," you snapped. "What did you think was going to happen? I was gonna let you—"

Nancy cleared her throat. "There are children present," she said from behind her hand. She glanced at Jonathan, who shook his head slowly, a clear don't get involved.

You shook your head at him, at a loss for words. You turned your back on him and the others and started for the house.

Eddie scoffed. "Oh, yeah, just walk away from me. Why don't you go cry to Steve, huh? Go fuck your other boyfriend!"

You flipped him off over your shoulder and slammed the door behind you. You stopped in the kitchen, leaning against the wall and pushing your hands against your eyes. Steve heard a muffled cry fall from your lips.

"Are...you okay?" he asked. You jumped, looking up at him. "Sorry, stupid question, I know. I can...leave you alone, if you want, I just...wanna make sure you're okay."

You sighed, wiping your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose. "I take it you heard everything?"

"Yeah, I think so," he said. "Um...I didn't know that he..."

You shrugged. "You're his biggest insecurity and I keep telling him he has no reason to be so damn jealous, but he just...always has been."

Steve raked a hand through his slowly drying hair. "Yeah, that might've been because I was a bit of a dick to him in high school?"

"Might've?" you questioned with a scoff. "Steve, you were the unkind bastard who made him the butt of every joke the moment you stepped in the high school, and Tommy was your reinforcer. It only got worse after you left."

Steve wanted to crawl into himself and disappear. "I...I know, and I'm really sorry about everything, I really wish I could just take it all back, but..."

"No," you said. "Stop apologizing, Steve. I know you're not like that anymore. Believe me, I know, Robin told me everything. It's just that Eddie... He doesn't exactly let go of things easily. So no matter how many times I tell him he's enough as he is, he sees you and his vision goes green with envy."

"I'm sorry," Steve whispered.

You shook your head. "It's not your failing." You huffed a sigh. "I would just hope that after six, nearly seven goddamn years with him, he'd finally get a grip and realize I...I want to be with him. I want to always be with him." You laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You know, when I first met him, I knew I wanted to be his best friend. And then when we finally started dating, I knew I wanted to marry him. Less than a month in and I knew that's what I wanted and now—" You stopped, your eyes growing watery. "Now I'm not so sure."

Steve winced. "Yeah, I know that feeling," he said, glancing back outside. The tension was palpable. "Are you two...gonna be okay? I don't want to be the cause of..."

"If things keep going sour between Eddie and I, it's not your fault," you promised him. "It's just Eddie not being able to grow up and move on from...from petty high school drama."

"Don't you worry, Dustin'll set him straight," Steve said. "He did for me, at least."

You dragged a hand through your wet hair, mirroring Steve's earlier action. "Yeah, but Dustin's a hell of a lot closer to you than he is to Eddie. You're...you're like Dustin's big brother. And I've seen the two of you together, I know you'd do anything for each other. Eddie, though? Not so much. He's...he's more of a mentor than family. And he doesn't take well to people telling him what to do."

You leaned on the countertop and put your head in your hands, letting out a long breath.

"Can I...get you anything?" Steve asked.

You glanced over at his fridge. "Got any wine coolers?"

"Uh...I've got sangria? My mom loves the stuff."

"That'll do."

Steve passed you a bottle. You took a long swig.

"Look at us," you muttered. "We should start a club. We just need a shorter name for 'people who have found the love of their lives and lost them.'"

Guilt tore through Steve's gut. "Hey, you'll talk him around. If you've been together seven years and made it this far, surely you can patch up a fight over little old me, right?"

"Nothing about you is little," you said. Awkward silence fell as Steve tried not to take that the wrong way. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, that sounds so wrong." You groaned. "I get mad at Eddie for being dirty, and now I'm—"

"Hey, no, there's a difference. Eddie was being dirty on purpose, you weren't. It just...came out wrong," Steve added with a laugh.

You rubbed your hand over your face and joined him at the window, looking out. Your gaze soured the moment you saw Eddie sulking with a soda in hand.

"I'm... I don't wanna go back out there," you said, voice hushed. "I don't want to have to try and pretend everything's normal when it's not. Not when I just wanna punch him and I feel like it's all ending and gonna come crashing down any second."

"You'll patch things up," Steve insisted, simultaneously proud of himself for putting you and Eddie first, and so very annoyed he couldn't be selfish just this once.

People are not something to be selfish about, he reminded himself.

"Not if I go back out there right now," you said. "I'll just make things worse if I try talking to him when we're both so angry." You bit your lip. "Will you...will you tell him I'm going home to cool down? That I'll talk to him later?"

"I'll tell him," Steve promised. "You could stay here, if you wanted, so you can talk later? I've got a guest room set up if you wanna hang out there for a little bit—"

You shook your head. "I'm pretty sure it'll just piss him off more. He'll see it as me taking comfort in you and...and...and cheating on him, probably. He's...dramatic that way."

Steve nodded. "Alright, fair point." He tried giving you a smile. "I'll see you soon, okay? Let me and Robin know how things go with him."

You nodded and wrapped the towel tighter around yourself. "I will. Thanks, Steve. For letting me talk."

He nodded. "Anytime." He watched you disappear around the corner and heard the front door open and close softly. He sighed, picking up the two beers and bringing them outside.

Eddie looked up. "Where is she?" he demanded.

"She went home," Steve said, handing him the beer to distract him. "She said she needed to cool down and that she'd talk to you when she's calm." In the face of Eddie's anger, he added, "She just doesn't want to make things worse right now, okay, man? Just let her be."

Eddie sneered at him. "Oh, she told you that, did she?"

"You can leave, too, y'know," Steve said, an edge to his voice. "She's trying to save your relationship, not make it worse. She doesn't want to lose you but God knows you don't deserve her, not when you treat her like this."

Eddie's entire body was twitching. "I don't deserve her? Who the fuck are you to tell me—"

"A concerned friend," Steve snapped. "Now get out."

The two boys glared at each other until Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Fuck this, man," he muttered, grabbing his things with far more force than necessary. He stormed out without a goodbye to the kids, who were watching on in awkward confusion.

After a few moments of silence, Dustin asked, "Steve...?"

"Yeah, Henderson?"

"What just happened?"

Steve hesitated. "They're just...fighting a little."

"Will they be okay?"

Steve glanced back toward his house, hearing Eddie's van start up on the other side. "I don't know."

~❊~

Nobody heard from you or Eddie for several days.

Robin worried about you constantly, often pausing mid-action at work to wonder aloud what had happened to you. Steve was surprised it took her as long as it did to ask him what you had said to him in his kitchen, and he explained it to her as best as he could remember the conversation.

Dustin showed up randomly toward the end of one of Steve's shifts, the kind where Robin stayed to close and Steve went home as the sun set to either go on a terrible date or be bored out of his mind.

"Steve?"

Steve sighed at the sound of his voice. "What do you want, Henderson?"

"Can I have a ride to Eddie's?"

Steve frowned. "What do you want with Munson?"

Dustin raised his brows. "Oh, he's Munson again, is he?"

Steve shrugged. "You heard how he talked to his girl. You saw how he was acting. He'll be Munson until he can prove he's not an asshole."

Dustin processed for a minute, then shrugged, accepting the explanation. "I left the papers for the campaign I'm planning his trailer, I need to go back for them."

"Really? That's what you want me to drive you for?"

Robin poked him in the side. "Hey—doesn't matter what he needs a ride for, you can go talk to Eddie. Find out what happened between those two."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Robin, he doesn't want me of all people there. I'm the reason they're fighting in the first place!"

Robin gave him a shove toward the door. "Go! It's the end of your shift anyway, you'll be fine."

Steve grumbled, but he scooped up his keys and headed for the door. "Alright, Henderson, let's go. But if I get yelled at by Munson for existing, you're backing me up, got it?"

"Thank you!" Dustin clasped his hands together, holding them over his chest in mock worship. "I'll make it up to you, I promise!"

"By backing me up," Steve insisted.

Dustin sighed. "Yeah, sure."

"Was that a sigh?" Steve asked, getting into his car.

"Oh, shut up." Dustin slammed the door of Steve's car shut. "Oh, Suzie called me this morning, too, she said she wants to come visit this summer and meet you guys."

Steve raised an eyebrow, more focused on backing out of his parking space than Dustin's words. "Oh, yeah? There's not much of summer left— Wait, she wants to meet us?"

Dustin nodded. "Well, yeah. I talk about you all the time."

"Who's us, exactly?"

"Oh, you know. Max, Lucas, Mike, El, Erica, Eddie, Robin...you," he added, suddenly shy. At Steve's side glance, he continued, "I talk about you guys all the time, you think she wouldn't want to meet you?"

"Aw, Dustin," Steve said, biting back a smile. "You sentimental dork."

"Says you!"

The rest of the car ride was spent listening to Dustin recount his latest conversation with Suzie, which he had somehow still not gotten to the end of by the time Steve pulled into the trailer park. He pulled up beside Eddie's trailer, his heart in his throat.

Your car was parked next to Eddie's van.

"Looks like they made up," Dustin said.

"Yeah, I guess so," Steve said.

Dustin glanced at him over his shoulder. "At least Eddie can't yell at you now, right?"

"I don't think them making up will stop him," Steve muttered. He cleared his throat. "Come on, let's make this quick."

Dustin practically skipped to the door and yanked it open, Steve trailing behind him, much more apprehensively. He narrowed his eyes when Dustin stopped dead, just feet inside the trailer, and turned around to face him.

"Uh...Steve?"

"Yeah?" Steve stepped into the trailer, and Dustin no longer needed to explain his wariness. The smell of weed, sweat, and sex washed over Steve immediately. His eyes watered. "Oh, Jesus..."

They crept a little bit further down the short hallway leading to Eddie's bedroom. Seconds later, a woman's loud moan reached them, coupled with a man's loud, dirty, verbal encouragements.

Steve clapped his hands over Dustin's ears. "Oh my God."

Dustin was red, but he looked up at Steve with an exasperated expression regardless. "Like you're any better!" He looked back toward the door. "Now what?"

Steve glanced back at the door, trying not to imagine what you and Eddie were doing behind it. Your next gasp was loud and breathy, followed by Eddie's groan of, "You close, baby?"

"Yes, Eddie, oh, God—" You cut yourself off with an abrupt cry that tapered off into a whine.

Steve's ears were ringing. He felt his heart rip in his chest, like the very muscles of his heart had torn, spilling his blood with reckless abandon.

"We should go," Steve said, in answer to Dustin's question. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth.

"Too much, Eds, it's too much!" you whimpered behind the door. "Oh, God, Eddie, please—"

"I gotcha, baby, I gotcha," he crooned. Steve felt resentment bubble up inside him, almost too quick and too angry to tamp down.

"Go?" Dustin echoed.

Steve snorted. "What, you want to wait until they're done?" he demanded, trying to steer Dustin toward the door. Even without the lewdness of it all, he knew he needed to get out of the trailer as fast as possible. It was embarrassing, shameful, how quickly his disgust was overtaken by horny curiosity. He knew that, long after he left the trailer, he would still hear your moans and whimpers echoing in his ears.

He knew something was up when Dustin just stared at him, then turned back to the door.

"Dustin, no—"

"EDDIE!"

Steve groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me."

The trailer was awkwardly silent. Then Eddie said, in a low voice, "Did you hear that?"

"I think Dustin's in the trailer," you whispered. "Oh my God, Eddie, Dustin's in your trailer and we're—" You squeaked. "Eddie, Jesus Christ, now is not the time—" You whimpered again.

Steve knew his entire face was red. Probably his ears and neck, too. He felt like he was burning up, and he couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or shame or pure need.

"EDDIE!" Dustin shouted again.

"He doesn't give up, does he?" Eddie asked from behind the door. The two of you moaned in tandem and Steve felt his body flash with heat and cold. "Where'd my pants go?"

"On the floor where you threw them," you said. "Toss me my clothes, please."

Steve turned on his heel. "Alright, this is your problem now, I'm waiting in the car. If you're not back in...in ten minutes, I'm leaving without you!"

He left the trailer and shut the door behind him as quickly as he could. He got in his car and slammed the door shut, letting out a long breath. He slid down in his seat, practically melting into the pleather, and covered his face with his hands.

I'm never going to be able to look at her again, he realized. The sound of you falling apart for Eddie was going to be a track that played in his brain on a loop every single time you showed up to gatherings.

That is—if you or Eddie ever showed up again. It wouldn't surprise Steve if this had been the last straw for the both of you.

He wanted to curl up in on himself. He wanted to run to Robin and freak out. He wanted to know why he never wanted to hear anything like that again but also wanted to hear you for eternity.

I feel so goddamn gross.

Steve pressed his palms into his eyes with a groan.

At least the door was closed, right?

The passenger door opened. Dustin was clutching his D&D things to his chest, but he seemed more worried than relieved. "Uh, Steve—"

A hand shot through the open driver's side window. It wrapped around Steve's shirt collar and yanked him up from where he'd slunk in shame.

Steve made eye contact with a very angry Eddie.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Eddie demanded.

"Driving Dustin!"

"You were listening to me fuck my girlfriend, you perv? Yeah, my girlfriend, Harrington! Mine! You get off on this?" Eddie's gaze dipped into the car. Steve glanced down at the same time.

"Leave him alone, Eddie, he wasn't doing anything!" Dustin growled.

"What the hell, man?!" Steve snapped. "No! I only stopped by to drive Dustin to get his shit for your stupid game! You're the one fucking her nasty, even after Dustin made it obvious he was here!"

Eddie sneered. "Sure, man, say what you want. I know you just want to get your hands on her, after she came crying to you in your big, empty house. Bet you would've fucked her there in the kitchen, wouldn't you?"

"Eddie!" Dustin yelled.

The door to the trailer slammed open and you marched out, dressed and furious, your hair still a tangled mess and your skin blotchy with exertion.

"Edward fucking Munson, don't you dare touch him!" you ordered. "Sorry for my language, Dustin. Eddie! Away from the car!"

Eddie's anger had lifted, but only a little. "Baby, you can't seriously be sticking up for him, he was listening to us!"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Yeah, like your exhibitionist ass is gonna complain! Steve left, Eddie! He left us to do our thing and Dustin only stayed because he needed something from you. It's you who didn't stop when you knew they were here! And you're calling Steve the pervert?"

"Oh, you're gonna stick up for him now?" Eddie sneered.

"Damn right I am!" You glanced over at Dustin, your expression softening. Steve had never seen you so angry before. You were terrifying when you were pissed. "Dustin, get in the car and get out of here. I'll take care of this." You made eye contact with Steve, who nodded once.

As soon as Dustin was in the car, Steve peeled away from the trailer. Out of his rearview mirror, he saw you and Eddie start shouting again, before you flipped him off and went back in the trailer. When you came out again, just as Steve pulled out of Forest Hills, you had an armful of clothes and you got into your car and left.

"I'm sorry," Dustin whispered.

Steve did a double-take in his direction. "Sorry? What are you sorry for? I'm sorry! If I'd known the two of them were gonna be going at each other, I would never have let you go inside!"

"Yeah, but I made Eddie mad at you again."

"Dustin, listen to me very closely. This is not on you. Got it? This is Eddie being immature over a woman and being insecure of himself and taking it out on me." Steve raked a hand through his hair. "Listen, none of this has to...change how you view him—"

"Of course it does," Dustin interrupted. "He's my friend, sure, but you're my best friend, and he's treating you like shit for something you didn't do!" He shook his head. "I can't just...let it happen."

Steve sat in shock for a while. Maybe Robin was right; Eddie had never replaced Steve, not to Dustin. "Thanks, man," Steve said quietly. "I...I appreciate it."

~❊~

Half-covered by his blankets, Steve laid on his stomach, head turned to the right, toward his nightstand. He'd cleared off most of its clutter, leaving behind only his radio, his lamp, his alarm clock, and a photo of him, Robin, Dustin, and Erica.

He reached past the photo to the dial knob of his radio. He switched through stations, listening for a few moments before turning the knob again.

"I've seen it before, it happens all the time—"

"Men of five, still alive through the raging glow—"

"Streetlights, people, living' just to find emotion—"

"Oh daddy dear, you know you're still number one—"

"And if you say run, I'll run with you—"

"I wanna tell her that I love her, but the point is probably moot—"

Steve groaned, shutting the radio off. He curled up in a ball under the covers. He hated that he felt as miserable as he did, unsure why he did, when he'd spent the entire car ride assuring Dustin they couldn't do anything to fix yours and Eddie's failing relationship.

"Because it's my fault," Steve muttered into his pillow. "It's my fault. If I'd never gotten to know them, then Eddie wouldn't be jealous of me." He rolled onto his back, his legs getting twisted in his blankets. "And I wouldn't have ruined her life."

Steve covered his face with his hands, groaning into them. "Fuck." He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose, fighting against tears. "How do I always screw this shit up?"

He laid in silence, staring at his ceiling, too hot with the blankets but too cold without them, so he settled for leaving them at his hips. He stared at his white, blank ceiling; at his horrible, plaid walls; at the boring wall art he left up only because his father insisted on it.

It was well-past midnight, but Steve's brain wouldn't shut off. He wished he could blame the red glow his alarm clock was casting around the room looking a little too much like the Upside Down, but it wasn't cutting it tonight. He saw right through his own excuses.

He sniffled and wiped at the tears gathering on his lashes. "Goddamnit, Harrington."

He was jolted out of his self-pity by a loud rapping at his window. He startled, whipping his head toward the window. His eyes widened at the sight of you waving at him through it.

"Hi, Steve," you said, your voice muffled by the glass.

Steve yanked his blankets up to his chest, drawing a giggle from you. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"I need to talk to you," you said. "About earlier."

He flinched. "I'm sorry about that, I wish I'd never walked in on you guys."

"You didn't technically walk in on us," you said. "Besides, it's not like it matters anymore."

"Huh?"

You looked away from him, clearing your throat. "Are you gonna open this window and let me in or what?"

"I—I can't!"

"Why not? It's cold and my fingers are going numb out here!"

"I'm—" Steve's body flashed with heat again, his cheeks practically burning. "I'm not wearing anything!"

You rolled your eyes. "Like that's ever stopped you before. Whatever happened to Mr. Confident? Mr. Suave? Mr. Sex?"

Steve huffed, staring back up at his ceiling. "Yeah, I haven't been like that for a long time. And after what happened with Eddie today, I don't think you seeing me naked is a good idea."

"Yeah, that doesn't really matter anymore. It's done. I broke it off."

Steve nearly cracked his neck looking back over at you. "What?"

"Open the window and I'll explain. That's why I'm here, Steve."

Steve glanced down at himself, then at the floor where his boxers and pants lay. "Close your eyes and let me get my pants on, okay?"

You nodded and shut your eyes, squeezing them tight so Steve could see. He pulled the blanket away from himself and yanked on his clothes, then pulled open the window. You yelped, momentarily losing your balance. Steve lunged, grabbing both your hands and helping you through the window without falling.

"Warn me next time you open the window, Stevie, Jesus." You clung to his forearms.

Steve walked backwards until his legs hit the bed. He sat, pulling you to sit next to him. "You broke up with Eddie? What happened?"

You sighed. "I...I'd had enough. Enough of him nitpicking you and being a dick when all he ever complained about was how you did the same thing to him and people he knew in high school. I'd had enough of the hypocrisy and the bitching and the fighting. No matter how many times I told him that he didn't need to be scared of you because I loved him to death, he just stayed angry and defensive and insecure. It...it starts to wear at your after a while, you know?"

Realization struck Steve. "This has been going on for a lot longer than we all thought, hasn't it?"

You nodded. "I...I didn't tell anyone, not even Robin. How could I? How selfish of me would it be to complain about a relationship I'd had for seven years not being enough anymore? Not when Robin can't even tell people who she loves because this town would kill her for it! Not when you were trying so damn hard to find love, and I was...ready to throw it all away. Not when most people would give anything, anything to be known and to be loved by someone the way...the way Eddie loved me."

"How long have you two been struggling?"

"About a year," you whispered. "Ever since...since he died and came back, he hasn't been the same."

"I mean, not many of us have," Steve said, but you were already shaking your head.

"It wasn't like that for Eddie. Sure, he had his nightmares and his flashbacks just like the rest of us, but... He changed. He's not the Eddie I remember. He— He got mean. Nasty. Started fights he couldn't finish, with me, with other guys at bars. He reminded me more of Billy than of himself." You looked down at your hands. "Eddie hasn't been the boy I fell in love with for a long time. He's gone and I don't know if he's ever coming back, but I can't wait around for him."

"What do you mean?"

"My sweet, gentle Eddie is gone. The Eddie that I know would come running back to me within an hour of me telling him to go fuck himself is gone. If he was still in there, he would have called me already. He would have showed up at my doorstep on his knees, begging me to come back, and—" Steve started to protest. "No, Steve, listen to me. I know he would have, because he did." You wiped at your eyes. "Back in high school, in our junior year. He, um, he fell into drugs, hard and fast. Got addicted to opioids."

"Jesus Christ," Steve whispered.

"Yeah," you said. "There was hell to pay when Wayne found out. He'd been doing Eddie's laundry, and there was— It was still in his pocket. It fell out. Wayne flipped out. I hadn't even known until Wayne sat the two of us down to yell at us about it, until he realized I was just as pissed and as clueless as he was." You brushed a tear off your cheekbone. "I broke up with him that night. He wouldn't give me any answers, he wouldn't tell me where he got the drugs, why he got into them. I... I compared him to his dad. Lowest blow I'd ever handed him. We were split for three hours before he was at my door and spilling his guts."

"How many hours has it been this time?" Steve asked, unsure if he wanted the answer.

"Six," you whispered. You choked on a sob, falling into Steve's shoulder.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry," he whispered. He wrapped his arm around you and took your hand in his almost unconsciously.

"It's over, and if he's not willing to make an effort, then I'm done," you said. "I've been done. I'd just...I'd hoped he'd pull himself together, but...he remained an asshole." You laughed bitterly. "I guess the 'I love you's kinda fall short when I stop meaning them. When I only say them in public or when he fucks me after we fight to try and make it seem like we're okay again."

You drew your legs up, curling into a ball similar to the one Steve had been in before your arrival. Steve laid his head atop yours, which seemed to put you at ease as you relaxed against him.

"You know, I stopped enjoying it. Sleeping with him, I mean. It started about a month ago. I think that's when I really knew it was over, when I started thinking I needed to find a way to break it to him gently. Obviously that didn't happen."

"Didn't seem like he gave you much of a choice," Steve said into your hair.

"He didn't," you whispered. You looked up at him, your expression knitting into nervousness. "And...this doesn't have to mean anything, but I...I feel like I owe it to you. That you deserve to know."

"Know what? About Eddie?"

You shook your head, hesitated, then nodded. "Sort of. It's just, um... Maybe he did have a reason to be scared of you."

Steve blinked. Did you mean...? "Um, you're gonna have to clarify, in case I'm having one of my moments, as Dustin calls them, and I'm interpreting this completely wrong."

"I know it...it sounds sketchy and I don't blame you if it bothers you, because I mean, Nancy kind of did the same thing with Jonathan and that was not a good start to his conversation, oh my God." You put your head in your hands.

Steve pried your hands away from your face. "No, no, no. Look at me, honey, please. Talk to me. It's okay. Take your time, it'll come out the right way eventually, right?"

You nodded slowly. "So... You remember how I said Eddie was insecure and intimidated by you because you were everything he wasn't?"

"Yeah."

"He was always afraid I'd leave him for someone like you. Or just you, in general. He was afraid that one day I'd wake up and realize that I didn't have to date my best friend, that he wasn't my only option, that half the basketball team would sell out their families to sleep with me. There was a time when I got asked out every other day by a different boy on the team, and Eddie was so scared that one day I'd say yes. And then you... You became the basketball champion. Hawkins High adored you and you were this perfect golden child with rich parents and your choice of friends, girls, whatever you wanted.

"I'll be honest, I wanted nothing to do with you at first. The first two years I knew you, I knew you from basketball. And I didn't really know you, I knew of you. I couldn't have cared less about you then. And then I went to college for another two years, and you weren't anywhere. Those were...the golden years for me and Eddie, really. He was insecure of himself, sure, but not of our relationship.

"Then...then all that shit happened. I came back for break and Eddie was fucking accused of murder. Murdering my neighbor, no less, a girl I'd grown up with and who Eddie had an embarrassing middle school crush on. And I watched you protect him and everyone else without a care in the world for what happened to yourself. And...and maybe Eddie saw it, just a little, but he started to get worried again."

"Saw what?" Steve whispered.

"How in awe of you I was," you said. "How much I admired that you would do anything for these people because you loved them with your heart and soul. You were nothing like the Steve I remembered in high school and I liked this version better—I still like you better now than I ever did in high school. And...I guess the way you are with Dustin? It kind of reminds me of...of me and Chrissy. And I think that's where Eddie first started to realize he was in trouble in our relationship."

"He started to be afraid of me stealing you again?" Steve guessed.

You nodded. "He didn't really do anything before he died, he was...scared out of his mind. And I can't really blame him for that. But when he came back, all his fears got worse. It was like...everything heightened, I guess? And then he started acting like a dick and I fell out of love with him and—" You clapped a hand over your mouth. "Oh my God, I said it." You bit your lip. "I said it. Jesus Christ. Um. That was..."

"Take your time," Steve said. You leaned into him, sucking in a deep breath and fighting back your tears.

"I'm...I'm okay. Um. I, ah... I fell in love with someone else."

Steve's chest squeezed. "And Eddie automatically assumed it was me because he'd always been afraid of me?"

You nodded slowly. "Sort of. Add gasoline to the fire that I couldn't really fight him on it because he assumed correctly, and he knew me too well for me to hide it."

It felt like all the breath had been punched out of Steve's lungs. "He assumed correctly?"

"It was you, Steve," you whispered. "You were the one who was there for me, not Eddie. You were there when he died and I needed somebody but everyone else was dealing with their own grief. You were there, not him, not after he came back from the dead and wasn't the same as he used to be. You checked in on me, asked me how I was doing every time I saw you, when most times Eddie didn't ask and he saw me every damn day. And when you didn't see me, you were still there, checking up on me through Robin."

Steve blushed. "How'd you know it was me?"

"Robin's not exactly the best at being subtle," you said. You rubbed the back of your neck. "So...that's it. I liked you and I didn't know how to tell Eddie, so I...let it be until things exploded." You looked at your hand in Steve's resting in your lap. "And if that's weird for you, I apologize. I just...needed to tell somebody, and if I told Robin, it would get back to you anyway, so...might as well have told you on my own terms."

Steve processed for a moment. "You know what?"

"What?" you whispered, clearly scared of what he was about to say.

"I'm glad you told me."

"What?"

"I...thought you would have known by now, because I'm not exactly subtle either, and Robin says I'm really bad at hiding when I have a crush on someone. But, um..." Steve brushed his thumb across your knuckles. "The first day I saw you, two years ago in Family Video... God, I knew I loved you then. You were just perfect, pretty and focused looking for movies. Almost broke my heart when I realized you were with Eddie. Robin tried to, uh, break the fall a little bit but, um..." He laughed sardonically. "Here I am, two years later, still pining."

You giggled, pushing yourself closer to him. "Gotta say I'm glad you're still pining."

"Yeah," Steve said with a little laugh.

You smiled. "Oh, I love that laugh." You bit your lip. "It's been a long time since I heard a boy laugh because of me."

Anger flickered over Steve's face. "I swear to God, every time you tell me more about how he treated you, I just wanna punch him."

"Please don't," you said. "I know every time you get in a fight, that pretty face gets punched." You reached up, brushing your fingertips over his cheek. "I couldn't stand to see that."

Steve smiled, his cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. "You're so sweet," he whispered, bending to press his forehead against yours.

After a moment, you threw yourself down on the bed, tugging Steve down with you. He braced himself with his arms on either side of your head.

"Oh, hello there," he said, grinning down at you. His hair fell into his face and he flicked his head slightly to get it out of his eyes, wanting to see you clearly in this moment. He brushed some of your own hair out of your face, then let his thumb rub your temple.

You looped your arms around his neck, your fingers toying with his hair. "Hi," you said back, voice quiet and coy. You smiled up at him, ran your gaze down his body, his shirtless chest, then brought your eyes back to his.

"God, sweetheart, I just wanna..." Steve caught himself, licking his lips nervously. "Would it be weird if I kissed you after you and Eddie were, um, y'know..."

You shook your head. "I've wanted you to kiss me for a long time, Steve."

"Can I?" he asked.

You smiled up at his small, hopeful voice. "Please, Steve."

He leaned down, guided by your looped arms, until his lips touched yours. The soft, gentle kiss was quick, barely a touch, until you tugged him back down to you, sighing into his mouth. Steve moaned softly, adjusting to prop himself up on his elbows, cradling the side of our face with one of his hands.

Steve pulled back. You whined, trying to tug him back down, until he said, "Wait, wait. One sec. You okay with tongue?" You whimpered and he grinned. "I'll take that as a yes."

He bent his head down again, kissing you softly. You moaned softly into him, opening your mouth for him. As his tongue slipped into your mouth, you yanked him down to lay on your body.

"Steve," you mumbled into his mouth. "Steve."

"Yeah, baby?"

You squeezed him tightly. "Thank you. For...for everything."

Steve smiled at you. "Oh, honey. I'll be here as long as you let me."

You stared up at him, your eyes wide and round, words in them that you seemed unsure if you wanted to say.

Steve kissed you deeply. "You don't have to say it, honey, not yet. Take your time. I know."

"Oh, Steve," you breathed, your fingers fanning over his cheek. "Steve, you're perfect. You..."

He nuzzled into your neck, placing delicate kisses there. "How far are you willing to go?"

"Not too far tonight," you said, fighting your embarrassment. "Eddie wasn't exactly...gentle...earlier. I'm...kinda sore. And not sure if I'm ready to go very far just yet. I might need some time."

"I get it," Steve whispered. "It's okay. I know this is a lot happening really fast."

You nodded. "Thanks."

Steve kissed you again. "You wanna stay with me tonight, though? We don't have to do anything you're not up for."

You smiled at him. "I'll stay."

"Can I hold you all night?"

You giggled. "Steve, you keep kissing me like that and you can hold me forever."

He grinned. "Might as well get on with it then, huh?"

You squealed as Steve tickled you, pushing you into his bed with a needy, wet kiss. He threw the covers over the two of you and turned around to shut off the lamp on his nightstand. He turned on the radio, keeping it a soft, low volume—loud enough to be romantic, quiet enough to fall asleep to.

Steve gathered you up in his arms and pulled you to his chest. "I'm glad you're here."

"I'm glad you're here, too, Steve."

Bruce Springsteen crooned into the dark of Steve's room. "You can't start a fire without a spark—"

Steve held you tight and brought his lips to yours, and you exchanged short, lazy, loving kisses in the dark, the kind of kiss that said all the words it was still too early to say.

"This gun's for hire, even if we're just dancing in the dark."

☞ ❊ ☜

Songs Used/Quoted in this Fic:

Jessie's Girl (Rick Springfield)

Dancing in the Dark (Bruce Springsteen)

Let's Dance (David Bowie)

Don't Stop Believin' (Journey)

As Cold As Ice (Foreigner)

For Whom the Bell Tolls (Metallica)

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (Cyndi Lauper)

Stranger Things // Steve Harrington

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[eds6ngel]

I'll read anything you write for the teacher au. But yeah I need to know how their first date was and how Alena reacts to it <333 They just deserve to be happy :')

thank you so much nonnie! and they do :)) i hope you enjoy ♡

warnings: dad!steve. singledad!steve. 90s!au. fem!reader. mention of cleavage. swearing. food mentions. alcohol mentions. very fluffy. pet names. mutual pining. platonic stobin being my favourite duo in the world. rovickie being cute as always. alena being the biggest shipper on planet earth. it's just super cute and fluffy really! [2.8k].

full 'when i kissed the teacher' masterlist.

If Steve was being honest with himself, he was scared shitless to go on a date with you.

He tried every possible way to come up with some crappy excuse to say he was busy, but Robin and Vickie egged him on to their heart’s content.

So, that’s where he was now. Robin and Vickie had picked up Alena just over an hour ago, huge purple backpack disproportionally sitting on her body, the seven-year-old toddling out the door with the couple to spend the night at theirs, Steve’s date with you ending past her bedtime.

He felt like he checked himself in the mirror over one hundred times, or maybe he did, he’d lost track at that point.

And once he arrived at your doorstep, he spent five minutes arranging every hair on his head in the rear view mirror, mumbling to himself, “Goddamn Farrah Fawcett, why aren’t you working?”

And from the other side of the door, you were just as nervous as him. Styled in a long, sequin-covered, dark blue dress that reached the floor, hair done up in a loose bun, you almost felt that you were overdressed.

But, with Steve taking you to Enzo’s, a very posh restaurant on the outskirts of Hawkins, you felt you had to look the part.

And thank God you did, because when you opened your front door to him, he was wearing a full-blown suit. White shirt, black tie, black blazer and trousers, he was the smartest you’d ever seen him.

“Jesus…” he mutters to himself, taking in how beautiful you looked. He thought you looked pretty in your modest, child-friendly uniform, but the dress you were wearing? The gorgeous slit up the leg and the v-neck that showed just the perfect about of cleavage? It was enough to make him fall head over heels in love.

You smile at him, replying with a giggle, “Hello to you too, handsome.”

“Shit, um… Yeah, you just… God, you look beautiful. Like… so beautiful.”

You place your hand to your chest, beaming back, “Thank you!” And that’s when he noticed your nails. The overall colour was a gorgeous cream, but the tips matched up perfectly with the colour of your dress. You had been planning this out all week.

“Um… shall we get going? Reservations at 7:30,” he asks.

You hum, “We shall. How far is Enzo’s?”

“Around thirty minutes. You good with that?”

He helps you into the car, making sure your dress doesn’t get caught or tangled, you replying, “I’m good with anything, Steve.”

The drive there had Steve panicking like crazy. Did he put his hand on your thigh? Or was that too soon? Maybe it was too soon. Hold your hand? No, both hands on the steering wheel, he doesn’t want to crash.

And if he wasn’t overthinking that enough, the choice of restaurant was freaking him out even more. Was it too formal? Did you want something more simplistic? Was it too much for a first date?

But, there was no time to worry as he turns left into the parking lot of the restaurant. After being a gentleman, taking your hand and helping you out of his car, you don’t seem to let go, letting your fingers interlace with his. His hands match the softness of when your lips first touched his, delicate and gentle.

“Hi. Um, two for Harrington?”

The waiting staff smiles, directly the two of them to a small, dainty table; covered with a red cloth decorated with golden flowers; in the back corner of the restaurant.

Steve pulls out your chair, you quickly thanking him as he sits opposite you, careful not to waste the woman’s time.

She lays the two menus on the table in front of you, “Here are your menus. Feel free to look at our wine list for the evening. Someone will be over in five to take your orders.”

You both thank her as you open the menus, Steve looking utterly confused at the very well described options.

“Okay, what the hell is an Ore— Orecchiette ai Cime di Rapa? Or a… Vermicelli Alla Puttane— Puttanesca?”

You giggle at him, “Pasta dishes, Steve. I can help you out if you want? I’m pretty accustomed to Italian names.”

He looks up at you in shock, “You speak Italian?”

You shake your head, sighing out, “I wish. I’ve been to Italy before though. So, I’ve done my research into the Italian names for pastas.”

He breathes out, smiling away, moving his hair out of his face with his hand, “I mean… I was thinking if you did, then…” He whistles, making you flirt back, “Better start taking some Italian language courses then.”

Before Steve gets the chance to reply, the waiter returns asking for your drinks. You tell her the fancy name of some simple red wine, Steve ordering the same, even if it wasn’t his drink of choice. He was trying to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

After explaining the different types of pastas they had on offer, he ends up ordering the Tagliatelle al Ragú Alla Bolognese, noticing the key words of foods he likes. You order the Pesto alla Genovese, deciding to add in some well-needed greens into your diet. It was very apparent that you and your roommate Amy had not been the healthiest as of late.

Once the waiter leaves, you lean your head on your hand, laughing to yourself as you ask, “God, this sounds so stupid… But, tell me about yourself, Steve. I mean, I sort of only know you as Alena’s dad, I would like to know about you as a whole.”

“Of course, yeah…” he pauses for a second, trying to make himself sound as interesting as possible. He doesn’t want to steer you away. But, what he doesn’t know is nothing could ever steer you away.

“I grew up here in Hawkins, went to Hawkins High and everything. Worked at an ice cream store and met my best friend Robin there, and then we moved onto working at a video rental store because the mall we worked at burnt down. Stayed there for a couple years until Alena was around two years old. Well, more than a couple… more like seven years,” he chuckles, “Then I moved onto being a bagger at Target, and have been ever since.” He smiles, before shrugging, “I know, I’m a pretty boring person with a pretty crappy job, but I am what I am.”

You reach out to rub your thumbs over the top of his hand, calming the boy, although he wasn’t presenting it on the outside. “I think you’re super interesting, Steve.”

He can’t help but let the smile creep onto his face, “Thank you. I’m sure your life is a lot more interesting that mine though.”

You wave your hand, brushing off his smooth compliment, “Oh please, you wish! Well, I grew up in Missouri, so not super far from here. Had a pretty average childhood, doing average childhood things. But, somehow, on a complete whim mind you, I got onto the education program at Perdue University. Still don’t know to this day how I did that, but nonetheless,” you smile, “Got my college degree and then worked at Hawkins Elementary. And, well… you know the rest of the story.”

He raises his eyebrows at you, “You wish, my ass. That is so much more interesting than mine!”

You open your mouth up in fake shock, “I guarantee you it is not! I’d rather work at Target than be studying 24/7.”

He snorts, “I’d rather do none.”

“Makes the two of us. I’m guessing you’re not much of an academic then?”

The mention of his academics bring back memories he forgot he even had stored in his brain. “You think an academic guy would be working as a bagger at Target?”

You hold your hands up in detest, “Hey, I’m not one to judge! It could’ve been your personal choice!”

“Definitely not.”

The rest of the date went amazingly well. A little too well for your liking. You were waiting for Steve to hate the way you eat, or for you to spill wine down your dress, or trip up on the way out of the restaurant. But, none of that happened. It went perfectly.

Your conversation points varied from favourite childhood memories, to favourite movies (which you judged immensely), to life goals and everything in between. And with each answer Steve gave, you fell more and more in love with him, as did he with you.

The car stops in front of your apartment block, Steve already getting out of the driver’s side and running around to your door, taking your hand and walking you up to the main entrance.

“I— Um, I had fun tonight,” he nervously says, looking down at his feet scuffing along the floor.

“I did too,” you smile, a small blush forming on your face as you grab his right hand, “And I was wondering if you’d like to go out again sometime.”

“Sure,” he blurts out a little too eagerly for his liking, “I’m pretty much free any night of the week. Just need to check with a friend if they can have Alena for the night first.”

“Of course,” you say, “Um… Do you have a pen or anything? I could write down my number and then you can let me know if whatever day we choose is fine? I was thinking maybe Wednesday? We can plan out the details on the phone.”

“Yeah, I do… At least I think. One second,” he pauses, sprinting back down the steps and to his car, leaning through the open window, you giggling at his rushed manner, obviously not wanting to leave you standing there alone for too long.

He returns, holding up a pen and smiling brightly, “Got it! Just, uh…” he pulls up the sleeve of his blazer, “Write it on my forearm.”

“Are you sure? Ink poisoning can be a dangerous thing.” Jesus, you were the cutest.

He brushes it off, “I’ll be fine. And if I do, I’ll happily let you nurse me back to health.”

With a messy scribble of numbers written in blue on the inside of his arm, a part of you was now etched into his skin. It felt like a connection, even if it would trickle right off in the shower he has later tonight.

“There you go!” you smile, clicking the pen off and passing it back to him. Biting your lip, you place a tender kiss to his left cheek, making the poor boy turn bright red. “Thank you for tonight, Steve. I’ll potentially see you Wednesday?”

“Yeah…” he breathes out, “Wednesday.”

And before he knows it, he’s left standing outside your apartment block with a blue pen loosely held in his hand, you leaving him to enter your home.

It was safe to say that you were not leaving his mind anytime soon.

With three raps at the door, it swung open, Alena grinning at him, bouncing on her toes as Robin and Vickie stand tall above her.

“Daddy!” she beams, body-slamming herself into his leg with full force, looking up to him with bright eyes, “How was the date?”

He couldn’t help but tell his daughter the minute he got home from the grocery store earlier that week about his date with you. Let’s just say that he had a very happy child zooming around his house for the next five hours, slightly regretting sharing the news when it took her an extra two hours to fall asleep.

“It went well, pumpkin! Miss. L/N was super nice. She’s a very lovely woman.”

It felt strange calling you by your last name, but he felt you should be the one to share that information with Alena, not sure how quickly you wanted to move past the barrier of being her former teacher.

“Yay!” she bounces, shaking his leg all over the place, him ruffling her hair to calm her down.

“So, did you two kiss?” Robin asks, wiggling her eyebrows at her best friend with a smirk plastered on her face.

“Ew, gross Robin!” he grimaces.

“What?” she defends herself, “You’ve already kissed before! It’s not like I’m way off the mark with that or anything.”

He shakes his head, pinching the bridge between his brows, “No, Robin. She kissed my cheek, that’s it. You happy?”

She scrunches up her face, before blinking rapidly and shaking her head, “You straights are so weird. I kissed Vickie on the first date and we had our own apartment three months later.”

“That’s because you lesbians move exponentially fast!”

“Hey!” Vickie butts in, “I’m bisexual.”

“Fine,” Steve scoffs, the couple knowing that he was only joking with them, “You women… who love other women move exponentially fast!”

“I would just say the straights move exponentially slow…” Robin mumbles, scratching the back of her neck.

Steve shakes his head, “Anyway, we are planning another date next week, so I was wondering—”

“Yes,” both girls say in sync.

“You didn’t even know what I was gonna ask,” Steve asks with a look of confusion on his face.

“Yes, we can look after Alena,” Robin playfully rolls her eyes.

“There’s a second date?” Alena beams.

Steve chuckles, ruffling his daughter’s hair once again, “Yes, pumpkin. There’s a second date.”

“Yes!” she exclaims, clenching her fists together and jumping up and down. “I wanna know about this date, and the next date, and all the dates ever!”

“Of course sweetpea, I’ll tell you during the car ride home, okay?”

She simply giggles, squeezing her eyes tight and showing off all of her teeth, or at least the ones that were there. Her front two were currently missing, her reaching the age where her baby teeth had started to fall out, mysterious dollar notes appearing underneath her pillow every few weeks.

“Besides, I was going to ask because I thought Vickie had that work meeting next Wednesday?” Steve queries.

But, Vickie instantly brushes it off, “Yeah, but Robin can handle her for a few hours on her own, can’t you babe?”

“Of course my love, this little cupcake is the easiest to look after, unlike her father,” she looks up at Steve with a deadpan expression, him sticking his tongue out right back at her, the most age-appropriate gesture he could think of with his seven-year-old attached to his leg. “We’ve got her for the afternoon, overnight, two days, a whole month, however long you need.”

Steve replicates her deadpan expression as she shrugs, “What? If it took you two five years to suck each other’s faces off, I will raise your daughter for the rest of her childhood.”

“Robin!” he shouts at her, signalling down to his little girl, warning her of her more mature use of language.

“Sorry,” she holds her hands up, pursing her lips.

“What my beautiful wife is meaning to say is we will happily have your daughter over whenever you have a date with your girl,” Vickie steps in, taking a more adult approach, Robin’s immaturity still shining through after all these years.

“Thanks Vic,” he smiles, hoisting his daughter up onto his hip with an overexaggerated grunt, pretending she is much heavier than she is, making her giggle, “Right, I better get this toothache home, I’ll see you guys on Wednesday!” He begins to turn around, before looking back and pointing to Vickie, “And good luck with that meeting!”

“Thanks Steve! See you on Wednesday!” she waves at him, Robin smirking and yelling at the top of her lungs, “Bye dingus!”

He shakes his head as he opens the car door, placing Alena down in her car-seat as he makes his way around to the driver’s side. He barely makes it two inches off of Robin and Vickie’s driveway before Alena shouts, “Tell me everything!”

“All right, all right,” he replies, trying not to get too scared by his daughter’s outburst, “Let me get onto the road first and then I’ll give you every last detail, okay?”

“Okay!” she giggles, kicking her feet.

And not only did the questions last the car ride home, but they continued for the rest of the day. Alena wanted to know absolutely everything that went down, from the minute he saw you to the minute he bid farewell. But, he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. It was you after all, and even if it was to his seven-year-old daughter, he would talk about you for the rest of his life.

hope you enjoyed!! ♡

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[cancerian-woman]

I’m in a petty mood so :P

if Bonnie wasn’t the most disrespected character of tvd then maybe…idk there wouldn’t be videos, books, articles online that has to thoroughly explain this topic repeatedly with detailed evidence. Then you fans that claim Bonnie didn’t suffer the way other characters did or it wasn’t as bad only have that argument because you let your hatred for Bonnie cloud anything else. Pull up a video that explains how badly Caroline and Elena was treated that lines up with Bonnie’s. Like I said before NOBODY has ever said Elena and Caroline didn’t struggle that would be false but their struggles will never align with how the MAIN black woman was treated for 8 years.

Yall be upset over characters like Katherine, Vicki, Caroline, Elena etc etc. when Julie never went on Twitter tangents about her disdain for that character or actress , never bashed or nitpicked at those fanbases. Caroline Dries never intentionally talked over Candice, or Nina in interviews because they had ideas. Candice was so loudly loved that not only was her character placed with nearly every male, but they written in her pregnancy for Caroline connecting her to 2 more shows. Nina got to do more scenes as Katherine.

There’s plenty of other things but Kat could give yall losers a PowerPoint presentation detailing about how she was sidelined from Bonnie’s sexuality, repeatedly making remarks about how often Bonnie’s sacrificed and gets nothing, the relationships, and even her wardrobe. On top of continuously mentioning how she felt like they didn’t want her there. She’s even said directly she thinks there wouldn’t have been problems had she been white. I mean look at the white witches… The series will never let us forget how beautiful they found the other women yet NEVER gave Bonnie those compliments and moments to just be beautiful in a gown. Mystic Falls had a dance every damn moment yet how many of those was Bonnie enjoying herself? She couldn’t even win prom queen without that being taken from her. “She’s always had good friends…” what? The friends that didn’t notice she was dead for months and only wanted her back because they needed her magic? The friends that don’t check up on her at all period until they want her magic? “Her family loves her” oh you mean the Grams they referred to as an alcoholic in s1? The father who worked soo much but clearly never wanted to stay. You mean Abby the woman that loved Elena and herself more than she loved Bonnie? Wait, no no you mean Lucy the woman who said she’d see Bonnie again and dies offscreen? Or all of the lovely WOC we never get to see…

Yall really be talking out your ass. The fans that claim “people make it so hard to love all three!” because of these metas ONLY have these issues when Bonnie fans want to speak and cater towards Bonnie first. Dont follow Bonnie fans if you’re going to get mad everytime they speak about Bonnie. I don’t fucking get that at all. WHY go out your way to follow someone and you know you don’t want to read anything they have to say. Not smart but whatever.

[angelicvee]

Anyone else but you

writer's note: so I noticed there are barely any Annie January x Victoria Neuman pieces out there so I though fuck it! I don't really post my work very much but the small amount of starburst shippers needed it. I'm working on making an AO3 account to publish this on properly but for now I will be posting here!!

Anyone else but you

Chapter one: intertwined, sewn together

of all the people in New York… why her?

—---

Why was moving on such a difficult task? Why was it that everytime Annie January walked into her local grocery store alone she just had to skip the apple section? Green apples to be precise. Perhaps this sort of yearning wasn’t normal. Maybe it was just the cruel reminders of her old friend plastered practically everywhere that stopped her from progressing past highschool. 

Hughie was a great guy. No he wasn't quite perfect but.. He made her happy. Although, Vicky made her happy too. Happier than she had ever been. FUCK! When did food shopping become such a depressing task?

The blonde felt a little silly, actively mapping out the best way to skip the apples and tapioca snack packs. Victoria loved tapioca. She couldn't bring herself to enter any New York bodega. Not without M.M or Hughie with her. God the only thing she could still face was probably weed and whiskey. 

Why was it that Hughie had pursued a career in supernatural affairs? Of all the job’s in New York he just had to choose that one. Really Hughie? Annie had never really mentioned her past with Victoria. It was something she wanted to forget. Well not really but if she lied to herself enough maybe, just maybe she could believe herself. 

The night she found out was like some fucked up fever dream. The mention of simply her name sent emotions rushing forward. A pit forming in the blonde’s stomach. She couldn’t get Victoria’s face out of her mind. Annie could practically feel the woman’s silky brunette hair running over her fingers. Something she often missed. Oh and those big bambi eyes. The ones that always betrayed her pathetic attempts to seem nonchalant as a teenager. That was a problem long gone now. Those eyes once so expressive now seemed empty and tired. 

 It had been years since they’d last spoken, years since Annie had been forced to turn her back toward everything she once knew. Back then, Victoria Neuman had been her everything. The two girls spent every waking hour together. They were conjoined at the hip. Nothing romantic had ever happened but it was undeniable. The tension between them was always there, simmering beneath the surface, but before it could come to a boil, life and Vought had pulled them in different directions.

But  now, Hughie, sweet, kind, naive Hughie was working for Victoria. Annie hadn’t wanted to believe it when he first mentioned her name. Part of her wanted to laugh it off like some sick joke. Instead her heart nearly stopped. Victoria Neuman. The name that held so many memories, both beautiful and painful. 

Annie idly tapped her fingers against the marbled kitchen counter, trying to steady her breathing. The wound of their separation was still raw, festering beneath the surface. How could Hughie not know? How could he not see the turmoil in her eyes when he mentioned Victoria?

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing herself to calm down. Hughie had no idea of the history between her and Victoria. She couldn't blame him for that. But it didn't make it any easier to swallow.

—--

An upscale Manhattan hotel ballroom, warm light cascading from chandeliers, the hum of mingling voices filling the air. It screamed opulence.. Which was a little strange. Atleast in the blonde’s mind. Yes victoria grew up with money due to her adopted father but.. Well she never really acted like it. Not when she was younger.

Annie January tugged at the hem of her dress, the fabric smooth and cool beneath her fingers. She had chosen something understated—a navy blue, almost black with little gold stars embroidered into it. Very on brand.. Just how vought liked things to be. Now, standing at the entrance of the opulent ballroom, the weight of the past felt as heavy as the glittering chandeliers above her.

Hughie was at her side, his hand a reassuring presence at the small of her back. The dress allowing skin to show through.  She glanced up at him, his face beaming with a mixture of pride and nerves. He had no idea how hard she was trying to keep the edges of her smile from fraying.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low, meant only for her.

Annie forced the smile to stay in place, nodding. “Yeah, just…not really my scene, you know?”

He squeezed her hand gently, his touch familiar and comforting. “I know, but it means a lot to me that you’re here. And you’ll love Victoria—she’s really something special.”

Annie’s stomach clenched at the mention of the name she had been trying to keep at bay all night. She had prepared herself for this moment, gone over the possibilities in her head a hundred times. But hearing Victoria’s name flow out in Hughie’s casual tone, as if it meant nothing more than another colleague, felt like a punch to the gut.

There was a time when Victoria’s smile had lit up Annie’s world more than her V induced abilities ever could, a time when her voice had been the soundtrack to Annie’s best and worst days. But that was before, in a different life, a life Annie had left behind when everything fell apart.

Now, Victoria was a rising star in politics, a name everyone in the country knew. But to Annie, she would always be the girl who had stolen her heart right from its spot in the blonde’s chest.

Hughie led her through the crowd, weaving between groups of suited men and women in cocktail dresses, his hand never leaving hers. Annie’s heart screamed with each step, the anticipation building like a storm on the horizon.

And then she saw her.

Victoria Neuman stood near the centre of the room, her presence commanding without effort, as if the crowd simply bent around her. She was dressed in a sleek cobalt blue suit, her hair styled in soft waves that framed her face perfectly. She hadn’t changed much, she had only become more poised, more confident. The years had refined her into someone who looked every bit as powerful as the position she held.

Annie froze like a deer in headlights, the world narrowing down to the space between her and Victoria. For a moment, it was just the two of them, and everything else faded into the background. The laughter, the clinking glasses, the conversations—none of it registered. All she could see was Victoria.

And then Victoria turned, her eyes scanning the room before landing on Annie. Recognition flickered in those dark eyes, followed by something Annie couldn’t quite name. Surprise? Amusement? A shadow of the old hurt? It was gone before Annie could be sure, replaced by the smooth, practised smile of a politician.

“Victoria,” Hughie’s voice broke the spell, his hand guiding Annie forward with ease. “I’d like you to meet Annie, my—”

“Annie January,” Victoria interrupted, her voice warm but with an undercurrent that only Annie could detect. “Of course. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Annie managed to find her voice, though it felt like a stranger’s. “Congresswoman Neuman” she smiled warmly, a show she had developed over the various interviews and appearances for Vought and at pageants. It was practised and precise. Victoria could definitely see through it though. And if she couldn't see it on Annie's face… she could certainly hear it in her heartbeat.. Although the blonde didn't know that. She had no idea the woman was a supe. Why would she? They were only friends for nearly ten years.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve's leg was shaking as the thunder sounded outside. It wasn't the only thing that was making him nervous, though. What were they watching again? He couldn't focus. Nancy was tucked into his side, her head pressed against his chest. He couldn't believe he was getting another chance with her. He didn't want to screw this up, but he also wanted to be honest with her. Suddenly, Nancy's hand was on his shaking leg, squeezing his knee gently.

"Hey, it's okay," Nancy said softly. "I get scared during thunderstorms, too."

"No, it's not that. It's not just that. There's just something about myself that I want to tell you. Or rather, show you. It's just that not everyone is okay with it. My parents certainly aren't, but Robin is more than okay with it. Jesus, her rambling is rubbing off on me," Steve sighed.

"Whatever it is, I'm here," Nancy said softly.

"Okay, well, I need to go upstairs to do it," Steve muttered.

Nancy followed him upstairs and waited patiently outside the door of his bedroom. After several moments, Steve called for her. Nancy went in and found him sitting at his dressing table. Make-up was spread across the table. Steve was wearing a casual, off the shoulder blue dress. He was wearing a long, brown wavy wig. Nancy was caught off guard by how beautiful he looked, and she had a hard time not looking at his red painted lips.

"Steve. . .," Nancy trailed off.

"I know it's probably weird, and I understand if you - ," Steve started to say.

"I think it's great!" Nancy said quickly and took his hands. "Has this always been you?"

"I always felt this way. Sometimes, I feel like a girl, sometimes a man, and sometimes neither," Steve said.

"Do you feel like a woman today?" Nancy asked softly.

"Yeah," she replied.

"Do you have a name, or do you still go by Steve?" Nancy asked.

"I actually do have a name for when I'm a girl, I like going by Stevie and sometimes Eve," she replied. "But Stevie, I really like."

"Stevie," Nancy said and cupped her cheek.

"So, you're really okay with this?" Stevie asked.

"I'm more than okay with this," Nancy said and placed a hand on her chest. "I always thought that this was more important to me than what someone's gender is. I fell in love with your heart, and since this is who you are, I'm going to love that too."

"I love you," Stevie said.

"I love you, too," she said and grinned. "I have the prettiest girlfriend in all of Hawkins."

"You called me your girlfriend," Stevie giggled bashfully.

"You're beautiful, Stevie Harrington," Nancy said.

She stood behind Stevie, looking at her in the mirror. Nancy wrapped her arms around her neck and leaned down to hug her, kissing her cheek.

"Thank you," Stevie said, gazing lovingly at her in the mirror.

"I'm here for you, always," Nancy whispered.

"I want to tell the others. I mean, not the kids yet but our friends," Stevie said.

"I'll support you and be there for you if you want me to," she said and paused. "And if they disrespect you in any way, I'll shoot them."

She turned Stevie's head and kissed her lips. She grinned when she felt Stevie sigh happily.

A few weeks later. . .

"You sure you still want to do this?" Nancy asked.

"Of course," Stevie said. "No doubts."

"You look pretty in yellow," Nancy muttered, her hands on her hips.

Stevie was wearing a pleated yellow medium length skirt, a white button-up blouse, and white ankle boots. She had gone with the long curly brown wig instead of the wavy one. She had half of it pulled back with a hair clip.

"And you look pretty in purple," Stevie said as Nancy wrapped her arms around her from behind.

"Those colors go pretty well together, don't you think?" Nancy asked, and before Stevie could answer, there was a knock on the front door. "I'll get that. You give yourself a minute."

She kissed Stevie's cheek and headed downstairs. She opened the door for Robin, Vickie, Eddie, Chrissy, Jonathan, and Argyle. Nancy smiled when she saw Argyle and Jonathan holding hands.

"So, that finally happened, huh?" Nancy asked with a smile as she followed them into the living room.

"Yeah," Jonathan said, blushing.

"He made the first move," Argyle said, beaming. "Can you believe that, man? Gave me a rock. I had to kiss him."

"Smooth, Byers," Eddie grinned. "Where's Steve?"

"Speaking of that, do not say Steve. It's Stevie today," Nancy said.

"Oh, so that's happening today?" Robin asked.

"Yes, and if you guys say anything disrespectful of Stevie, then you should know that I did bring my gun," Nancy said and paused with a sigh. "I know I can't control how you feel, but I really hope you guys are open-minded when Stevie comes down."

"Aw, that's love," Robin said and paused. "I fully support her right to shoot you if you're rude about your opinion."

"Is everyone ready?" Stevie's voice floated from upstairs.

"Yeah," Nancy replied.

Stevie started moving down the stairs, her nails painted red. Nancy was pleased to see she was wearing her glasses. She loved it when she wore her glasses. Everyone stared at Stevie when she walked into the room.

"You look great, Stevie," Eddie said with a grin, and he turned to Chrissy. "Don't be jealous, babe."

"The only thing I'm jealous of is how pretty Stevie looks," Chrissy said. "And I mean that mostly platonically."

"Okay, now I'm jealous," Eddie grinned.

"Stevie does look great in that skirt. I could never pull off yellow," Vickie said.

"Flirting with Stevie right in front of me and Nancy," Robin said. "Brave."

"I wasn't!" Vickie explained.

"You look beautiful, Stevie," Argyke said. "Your energy is screaming with delight."

"So, are we going to be seeing more of Stevie?" Jonathan asked.

"That depends on how I feel. Sometimes, I feel like Stevie, and sometimes I don't," she replied.

"Either way, I think it's great," Jonathan said.

"Thanks, Jonathan," Stevie said. "So, you guys are okay with this?"

"Yeah, in all seriousness, Stevie, you're still our favorite badass babysitter," Eddie said. "We love you."

Stevie grinned and held out her arms, waving at them.

"Okay, group hug," she demanded.

Robin laughed and dove in first, hugging her best friend tightly before everyone followed suit.

"Proud of you, dingus," she whispered.

"Thanks for not treating me any differently," Stevie said and paused. "Okay, there's supportive, and then there's overly supportive. Who's hand is on my ass?"

"Sorry, that was an accident," Nancy replied.

"Oh, well, that's okay, you're allowed to grab my ass, Nance, we're dating," Stevie said.

"I swear it was an accident," Nancy blushed.

"It's okay, Nancy, Vickie likes to grab my ass too," Robin said.

"Robin!" Vickie laughed.

"Yeah, Chrissy gets a little handsy herself," Eddie said. "Nothing to be ashamed of."

"It's true," Chrissy beamed.

"It was an accident," Nancy laughed. "Trust me. You'd know if it wasn't."

"We're just fucking with you, honey," Stevie said and ducked her head to kiss Nancy.

Stevie had been relieved to know that it had gone well with them. She welcomed any and all questions that were posed to her. When it came time to tell the kids, her friends were there for her. They loved him during his Steve days and her Stevie days. They loved her when she felt like a masculine woman and a feminine man. They loved her when she was caught in between, and they loved them on their genderless days, too. They were loved.

[asherloki]

My queen !

Stephen strange x reader

Warning:- smut, 18+ content.

Request:- Stephen comes home from a long day of teaching martial arts to find the reader asleep with cloakie. It goes from sweet fluff to potential smut. Bonus points if he’s wearing his burgundy sleeveless robes. 🤩 @strangelockd

Thanks @vickie-mcmuffin for helping in a specific line.

After practice session on a wintery day all Stephen wanted is to have a goodnight sleep beside y/n. They've met when y/n came to practice at kamartaj. Everyone was in love with her, she's a young beautiful woman, sexy as well to Stephen , so to the other boys perhaps. But Stephen never knew he'd win her over.

He went to his room to see she's already asleep. Cloaky on top of her. He was playfully jealous how comfortably his cloak was sleeping with y/n, 'it should only be me' he thought to himself. Stephen loved his burgundy robes, cause it is y/n's favourite. When he looked at the mirror at his reflection wearing it he thought of how much his girlfriend likes it. As he looked at her he stared mesmerized, she looked incredibly sexy and beautiful in her silk house coat which hugged every curve perfectly. He went closer to her, his footsteps were silent but it still woke her up, she's a light sleeper. "Get up cloaky let me get in" he said cloaky lightly. Cloaky frowned and few away to the other corner of the room.

She looked at him with sleepy eyes. "Hi honey" said she sleepily streching her arms.

"Hey darling" said he and got on the bed to kiss her. She kissed him back. Passionately.

His kisses turned a bit hungrier. After pulling away she said, "Stephen?" She eyed him raising her eye brows.

"What?"

"I know where it's going"

"Would that be unpleasant to you?" He said with his heavy voice, lowering the tone more. y/n felt shivers down her spine.

"Not entirely" she replied.

To this strange kissed her even more passionately, that she moaned, he took that advantage and let his tongue enter her mouth.

Finally after pulling away he kissed her jaw line, sucking on it he groaned. Y/n closed her eyes in pleasure tugging his straight black hair.

His hands touched the silk belt of her house silk house coat. Untying it he slid it off her. Y/n gasped as his long fingers touched her bare skin. Sucking at her coller bone his hands went down to her left breast, playing with the hardened nipple he made y/n moan out his name louder. He loves her being loud. Cloaky blushed seeing such scenes in front. But was too shameless to look away, he kept enjoying them making love.

He got down sucking and kissing the swell of her breasts, Stephen always makes her moan loudly in pleasure. Her hands tugged his hair, trying to keep his head in position as he licked her pebbled nipples. His hands slide down to take off her pants as he caught her legs and kissed her thighs his breath near her core made her wetter. He gave a mischievous smirk which was enough for her to cum. He used his skilled tongue to lick all her juices. His hands pressed her waist down to keep her from moving, with a flick of finger y/n's one hand was tied to the bed post with mystical magic. "Delicious " he whispered, which vibrated against her pussy. It was hard for her to keep still when his tongue and mouth was doing so much. He sucked her clit rapidly making her feel her orgasm close. And the other kept tugging his hair as he ate her up.

"Stephen" she moan out his name as she was seeing stars, he made her cum with his tongue only. He sat up with her juices all over his beard and flicked his hand to untie her arm. She stayed there panting , he was removing his robes when she jumped up and went for a passionate sudden kiss, he kissed her back. The taste of her was on his tongue, still kissing she removes each layer of his clothing until he’s bare for her. running her soft small palms all over his body. He pushed her to lie on bed, and he on top of her,

"Ready to forget your name princess?"

"Don't call me that, I'm an ordinary woman with nothing special to be a princess"

" No you're to me, you're my would be queen" said he huskily to her ear.

"What? Ah" she couldn't finish her question when he thrusted into her.

He kept the thrusts slow at first, y/n put her left hand on the side of her head Stephen held it by intertwining fingers, tightly. With the right hand she held him closer by his neck. He leaned to kiss her again while thrusting slowly. Their bare bodies touching eachother was already pleasing enough.

"Stephen?" Whispered y/n

"Hm?" Replied he kissing her neck.

"You can go faster now, I think I'm getting another one.

"As you wish your highness " saying this he sat up with her right leg over his shoulder, positioning himself to hit her g-spot. Unholy sounds of their bodies and her loud moans filled the room. Other people beside their room might get some hint of the work that was happening in y/n and Stephen's room.

Stephen groaned in middle of fucking. To which y/n looked at him, unable to utter words between his faster thrusts. Stephen understood and said,

"I'm about to cum"

"Do... It...AH.. inside me" she said still moaning.

"What?" He asked surprised.

"Do it"

With a loud moan Stephen and y/n had their orgasm.

Stephen sat panting. "I wanna ask you something"

”really?"

He nodded in response. Stephen walked towards almirah and opened it. He came back with a ring box. Y/n sat up after seeing this.

"Well it's very inappropriate that we're both naked now." Said he laughing. He then put on his robes and y/n put on her silk gown. Stephen bent before her and said raising the ring.

"I can't offer you much, but my love, will you marry me?"

Y/n felt her eyes getting teary.

"Yes" said she. Stephen put the ring in her finger, and kissed her hand. Cloaky floated in joy around the room.

They stayed up for a few hours smiling, embracing eachother for some time, seeing a happy life ahead.

[dairy-farmer]

I have the first chapter of the Civilian AU done, it's just going through beta slowly, and I decided I wanted at least half of chapter 2 done before I posted since it's gone from 3 chapters to 4 somehow TT

But! In the meantime, do you remember the multi verse AU aside? Where canon or Canon adjacent BatFam meets Civilian AU BatFam? Well, currently I'm thinking about the reverse, for full Drama (tm).

A villain attacks a fancy gala event, a fundraiser for children's literacy programs in Gotham, planned by Tim, at Gotham oldest hotel, in the ballroom. The villain takes the building hostage kind of situation, but a child there is a meta kid whose powers of time and space manipulation, and manages to transport all 173 people to a new universe, where there is a hero named Red Robin.

Batman responds with Superman since a whole building being consumed by light and suddenly being replaced by a similar building, one without any snow and whose lights are all lit. He ends up calling Diana and Superman, plus a few other league members because he quickly realizes there's multiverse travel involved.

News channels abound by the first hour, interviewing scared guests, alternate versions of Gotham's elite and some underprivileged children and their parents. Among them is Bruce Wayne and a strange woman none of them recognize on his arm with a baby on her hip.

The woman is beautiful despite being chubbier then most socialites, but would be just curver anywhere else. She does wear the Wayne Family jewelry however, a keen Vicki Vale notes, cornering her while Superman talks with this new Bruce. And then she manages to get one of her most viewed clips

"Tim Wayne, but Mrs. Wayne is fine Ms. Vale."

"And who finally tamed Bruce Wayne? What's your maiden name, Mrs. Wayne?"

"Drake, Timothy Drake." And so the world (mostly gotham, goes fucking insane." Oh, of course they find out Tim was just his secretary but it calls everything else into light. New light is shone on Red Robin and Bats both in and out of cape, while people keep trying to save Tim Wayne from his bad situation. Jason Wayne is also there, trying to defend his step mom and Dad, while everyone else thinks they're like in a cult or something. The cult of Bruce as it were.

Red Robin is so into DILF Bruce and his wife and soon gets seen making out with Mrs. Wayne of course 🤭🤭🤭

-Lady Lilac aka ♡♡♡

😍😍😍😍😍!!!! i LOVEE canon-verse/canon adjacent interacting with the multiverse!!!!!!!!!

i love the idea that tim in the civilian secretary au is a real martha wayne type socialite! because even in red robin and batman's universe this sort of expected way that married socialites are supposed to behave and act. no matter how progressive society becomes high society very much has deeply patriarchal values and failing to adhere to them gets you excluded, shunned, and bad mouthed. so everyone, bruce too, needs to adhere to it. and as much as the whole 'playboy' thing may have been entertaining and funny for much of high society, the older he got meant more than a few people started...wondering why he wasn't settling down. it's not like he was short of choice. and him turning down their daughters and such would be alright with them if he brought around women of equal or better standing but instead he'd bring about the likes of miss....selina kyle. well then at that point more than a few people start getting offended. angry even. bruce has a lot of money and has done a lot of work to make sure civilians never perceive him as more than a harmless idiot and that's great. that helps a lot for his work as batman. but it damages the work he can do as bruce wayne. bruce's actions are seen as disrespectful towards people with very deep pockets, deep pockets who can do a lot for the city. while the batman of one universe has a lot of charitable endeavors and does well...he doesn't do nearly as well as the batman of another universe. a batman who got married to a wonderful, darling little wife. who had plenty of rosy cheeked babies that all the wealthy grandmamas at galas and balls would coo over and pinch. a batman who managed to not step on any toes with tim there to apologize for him and grease squeaky wheels, who worked with him as a well oiled machine to make sure every ambitious goal they had in mind for the city came to fruition (because it turns out that bruce is more at ease at those events if he has someone holding his hand). tim takes the reins of the good will and projects for a 'better gotham of tomorrow'. being held in high regard means more solid connections, ones that bruce doesn't have the luxary of like of the newest mayor who is listening very intently over hor d'oeuvres about improved city planning so all those abandoned factories that are all around the city can re-enter production (sure it will make some people are a lot richer than they need to be but it will also ensure that a boom of jobs occurs in gotham with it's struggling market). so tim has his "little projects" that the other wives and ergo their husbands attend.

because tim is VERY well received by high society and all its stuffiness because he plays dutiful, loving wife who supports his husband.

tim and bruce's eldest child is just starting elementary school and it brought out stories from jason about his first day in first grade and about how he'd been one of only three kids who had been able to read a handful of words by the end of the year. and tim...well he thinks of all those children in his step son's place who still don't have the resources. the gotham media eats up how tim always has a new project coming out. a few of the crueler journalists make a joke about how he almost pops out as many charities and benefits as he does kids. that particular online newspaper gets blacklisted from all WE events.

tim does a good job and its the first of his projects he's undertaken with jason helping him on. having jason around helps especially since tim is very far along with jason's latest baby sibling. the program for literacy is a success. it's also the biggest task they've undertaken since in their research they realized a significant portion of adults from the lower income bracket in gotham were also illiterate. jason is the one who comes up with the idea for making the program run on a tv channel. unlike when he was a kid, nowadays most people had tvs. and since there were no playgrounds or places to play that didnt have broken bottles or dirty needles lying around that meant most kids watched tv.

having the kid's program be on tv meant that other information like job resources, night schools, and other programs could be spread to the parents of the child who were either in the room or watching with them.

it's a success. jason is the happiest that bruce has ever seen him as he gets ready for the one year celebration at a nice vintage hotel that is popular with the older crowd of socialites. normally jason hates these events but he's more than willing to shake a few hands in order to see the looks on kids from his old neighborhood's face when they see that the night's goal for the benefit is converting some of those condemned apartment buildings into a multilevel afterschool care center.

damian is relieved he doesn't have to go and has volunteered to stay the night with his younger siblings (no one mentions about how dick is upstairs and could easily babysit).

tim is cooing to their sweet one year old that they're taking (with them because the baby can be a little fussy) and beautifully filling out the silk halter dress he's in. their poor baby is whining and pawing at his mother for milk even though they're trying to wean him.

bruce is happy and content to accompany his wife and sons to the event. that changes very quickly when some masked gunmen show up because of course something has to happen when they're doing something for the underprivileged part of gotham.

jason is furious and carefully shielding tim and his baby brother across the room while bruce is in agony having to watch them as they're ordered on their knees with their side of the room.

but then...something pops.

there's no other way to describe it. it's like a big shiny soap bubble in his ears inflate and...pop.

bruce recognizes the sensation. it'd be hard not to recognize the sensation of dimensional travel though....he doesn't recall it ever happening with such a massive group before. in fact it might be the whole building because the front doors suddenly let in a gust of icy gotham winter wind even though bruce knows for a fact it's july.

normally bruce would be on alert. an entire building of people suddenly appearing must've set off every large energy monitor in the cave. if there's a batman in this dimension then...he must already be on his way.

the lights in the ballroom cut out for a moment but flicker back on. the gunmen are hunched over alongside many other guests who are in pain from sudden popped eardrums. many of the young children are crying including bruce's youngest child who is sobbing and burying his face in his mother's neck. the lights flicker again and bruce's knuckles throb from knocking out the gunmen as he crosses the ballroom to reach his family.

bruce is right about there being a batman in this universe and it appears this batman has wisely requested the justice league come help. and he does arrive. but not as fast as the gotham media who descend on this event like bloodhounds.

a few guests make calls on their phones, which apparently still work, asking for ambulances because a few of them panic at the blood leaking from their ears. ruptured eardrums are hardly something to panic about but bruce's heart aches at the sound of his baby sobbing. jason is helping comfort the other children while bruce carefully checks over tim, pressing firm fingers to tim's soft, pillowy sides.

bruce pulls himself from tim's side for only one reason and its at the sight of superman. his family might have thought he's turned into a softy ever since tim entered his life but if this is a universe with a hostile superman...well he'll deal with it.

it's not. clark is just as he remembers him. despite his firm voice in questioning and wary gaze as bruce approaches, dodging other reporters, there's a...softness...a relaxed sort of fondness that bruce hasn't seen in a while.

things had been awkward for a while after bruce married tim. and although clark may have come around there was an awkwardness between them. clark may not have said lois disapproved of their continued friendship- and maybe he did it to spare bruce's feelings but...he knew.

with this clark, once he figures out bruce isn't a threat by listening to his steady heartbeat, there's no...tension. no small lines of stress between his brow.

it's while he's talking with clark that the batman of this universe shows up and starts harshly interrogating him in low tones, quiet enough that surrounding guests being interviewed or attended to by paramedics don't hear. it's while theyre occupied that vicki vale makes her move.

bruce really shouldn't be surprised by the sharpness and readiness of the media. especially vicki. after all, it was those drama ridden articles she published about him and tim that was what landed her a talk show spot on good morning gotham.

the clip is circulating barely three hours later but within minutes of vicki finding out tim is his wife other reporters similarly descend and bruce has to leave the conversation to protect his wife from all their probing while dismissing their questions with tense words that they're frightening his wife and child.

jason swoops in for a rescue but grows hostile at the accusational questions about bruce and his and tim's relationship.

jason's harsh demand that they leave his mom alone elicits even more buzz. elicited and bloodthirsty buzz.

it reminds bruce a lot of how the media acted right after his surprise wedding announcement.

bruce is stuck dealing with a repeat of that so that means that fixing the whole dimensional mess falls to the batman and justice league of this world. thankfully keeping track of the guests is easy since they're in a hotel that had been on the decline for awhile and there are plenty of open rooms to house all the guests and families that attended.

turns out that in this universe this hotel was boarded up and shut down ages ago. that at least lightens concern about the hotel that is now in bruce's dimension.

it's been a while since bruce was enveloped in a media storm but thankfully, once they get over their shock, this dimension's batman and the justice league start gathering all the reporters up, trying to limit their probing into the situation given that the average person has no experience with alternate dimensions.

bruce appreciates it even if he catches a few of their grimaces and pursed lips. a few of the bats remain at the hotel to oversee and monitor the situation.

bruce recognizes all of them except one dressed in red and black wearing a cowl.

he catches the name. red robin. but can't quite pin the name to the suit.

until a few reporter photograph open windows and both he and the rest of gotham are treated to the sight of red robin and his tim wetly making out. black gloved hands squeeze his tim's plush waist and full tits and oh how bruce would recognize that pretty blush painting the visible part of red robin's face anywhere.

and well...bruce must admit he's only human. and given the stress of the situation he's certain that he's allowed a moment of weakness.

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Yandere!Damian Wayne x Reader Pt.1

⚠️Warning(s)⚠️: Mention of a Gun, Swearing, & Murder

🇺🇸Word Count🇺🇸: 509

Damian Wayne was strange. Not in the sense of unusual or surprising, but unsettling. Talia Al Ghul and Bruce Wayne must have had that affect on him. Both of the Robins parents seemed to have beautiful features on the outside, but both had something more sinister on the inside. Talia was like a breathe of fresh air. She produced light chocolatey flowing hair, and dark emerald eyes that could peirce through anyone’s soul. Her hips curved in all the right ways, and her ass and boobs always seemed to push outwords. Every peice of her physical appearance would make any guy with good taste fall to her knees in seconds. Though, on the inside she was far from beautiful. Talia was trained from birth to be able to protect and kill. She could kill from slitting someone’s throat to make it nice and quick to leaving someone to be starved and beaten daily, only to die a few days later. But Bruce Wayne was no better. Sure he might be against killing and all, but that doesn’t mean he is much better than Talia. Bruce Wayne hasn’t had the best experience with woman. Selina, Talia, Vicki, Silver, etc. All of his past experiences have changed him and made him more controlling over his family. Bruce Wayne was a sharp looking rich male with hair that always seemed to be touched by gel. His muscles only made him look more attractive. Despite all the things Damian had to go through, he still remained sharp and organized. Damian went through a rough life like his mother, and he began to change into his father. When you two first met it was rainy day with clouds overhead of Gotham. Joker decided to keep a few poor girls on the street hostage. You were unfortunately one of them.

“What do you want?!” A blonde girl shouted

“Shut your mouth you ugly bitch” Joker replied

One of the Brunettes started screaming her head of and that caused Joker to shoot one of his bullets through her brains without a care in the world.

Suddenly the blonde screamed and fainted hitting her head in the process.

Someone defiantly should have herd that. Sure it was late at night, but there were people in the area at the time.

Suddenly the window had bursted open, and in came five people. Red Hood, Robin, Nightwing, Batman, and Red Robin. Another brunett girl screamed for them to help her. Suddenly Joker started shooting the blonde girl that had fained and the other brunette who screamed. Suddenly there was only two people left. You and an Asian girl. Joker put the gun up to both of your heads.

“Pick” Joker said

“What?” Batman said

“Pick which one lives. If you refuse to answer I shoot them both”

All five of them were to far away to do anything, and the only thing they could think about was how the hell they we’re gonna get you both out?