#you're so beautiful nancy wheeler / you're beautiful when you lie

[sanguineterrain]

Lampshade - s.h.

Based on this request. This ended up way longer than a blurb so I decided to post it on its own. I got a little teary writing this one---hit close to home for me. Hopefully I did your request justice anon

Summary: After an encounter with your high school bully, you're reminded that you don't have to be alone with your insecurities.

Word count: 2.2k

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!plus-size!reader

Warnings: fatphobia, insecurities, self-doubt, bullying, arguing (happy ending!) Steve is the sweetest angel baby mkay?

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You feel like a lampshade.

It's been a long time since you've dared to set foot at a party. The last one had been Eliza Meyer's eleventh birthday party at her house. A kid had eaten too much ice cream and threw up on the carpet.

Tonight's party isn't much different. Whoever's house it is, it's already trashed.

Maybe you should've fought harder to do literally anything else this weekend, except Steve's puppy eyes are brutal. And you can't deny the guilt you feel already, forcing him into trips to craft stores and the bookstore instead. Steve deserves a girl who can have fun. It's only been a year since Steve was King Steve. You know you're part of his fall from grace. You know that. You never fucking forget it, frankly.

But you feel like a lampshade. Dimmed light, hidden. As insignificant as wallpaper. As tiny as a fly.

You're used to taking up space; used to telling yourself that it's okay you take up space. That you deserve to exist just the same as anybody else.

But this is not your place to take up space. You don't belong here.

Steve is getting drinks. You'd opted to stay in the living room, not wanting to attempt navigating a kitchen full of drunk young people. Steve had kissed your cheek and promised a swift return.

"Hey!"

You turn. French manicured nails curl around a red plastic Solo cup. Andrea Burgess has the same big hair you remember from high school, hairsprayed and teased to the heavens. She will probably marry some schmuck and pop out three or four viper babies who have her fire hazard hair. Poor kids.

Andrea is all smiles, razors hidden beneath pearly whites. You remember how she'd dumped pudding over some poor band kid's uniform in junior year. How she'd terrorized girls in the locker room. How she'd terrorized you.

Maybe she doesn't remember you.

"Didn't think this was your scene, Y/N."

No such luck.

You nod tightly, praying she'll leave you be.

"Aw, c'mon. Nothing to say? I know your mouth is big enough for extra cafeteria pie. Surely you can spare a hello."

"Leave me alone, Andrea," you say.

Her eyes light up. She loves when her victims beg.

"Heard you're going out with Steve Harrington now. Like, I knew you were pathetic, but I didn't know you were a liar."

"It's not a lie. Steve's my boyfriend."

That only fuels the fire. You've seen the bitter jealousy before. Girls have no idea what the hell Steve is doing with someone like you. They're confused, then angry, hurling daggers with their eyes. You never mention it to Steve. You can't bear to see realization in his own eyes. He'll wake up from a fog. They're right. What am I doing with you?

Andrea laughs. "What, as like, charity work?"

Your eyes begin to burn. Where are you, Steve?

"Leave me alone, Andrea." Your voice is weaker now and sounds more like a plea.

"What're you gonna do? Chase me down?"

You are a lampshade. You are a feather floating in the wind. High school is past you. Andrea means nothing.

Oh, but her words hurt. You've always been sensitive, too soft. Steve thinks you're a dream. You feel like a raw nerve.

"You know, Steve used to make fun of you too."

Your blood runs cold. Andrea clocks your reaction and keeps going.

"You think he was above that? Look at who he dated. I mean, God, Nancy Wheeler's not winning any prizes, but she's tiny."

Nancy is beautiful. She's also incredibly smart and has become something of a friend. But that voice has always been there, sounding suspiciously like Andrea Burgess. A reminder that Nancy had Steve first for a reason.

"S-Steve would never do that."

Your voice wobbles. You're trying to be strong but you can't. You'd hoped all these years would've toughened you up but you can't do it. The Andreas of the world will break you every time.

"Called you every name in the book," Andrea informs you keenly. "Big girl and built like a linebacker. He was real creative. You're a joke to him, Y/N. He'll get you out of his system and move on."

Steve has never mentioned your weight or appearance. Kindly, he calls you beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, sweet, lovely. He akins you to a shrinking violet, a flower that just needs a little coaxing to bloom. He asks for you to let him take you shopping. You never seem to want to go shopping with him. Baby, how come we don't go to the mall? I have style, I swear!

You don't mention your weight to him in fear he'll notice. Steve will notice, and then he'll realize what a huge mistake he's made. So you keep quiet. Maybe he won't know. Maybe you'll get to keep him. Steve is a patch of golden sunshine in this hellhole.

You love him. The thought, however frightening, is there, real and true. You don't want to mess this up. You'll suck in your stomach and cover all the mirrors if that's what it takes.

"He's already ditched you," Andrea continues cruelly. "Probably glad to be rid of the dead weight."

You can't take anymore. You run.

Andrea doesn't follow you. There's too many people in the hallway and your vision is blurring fast. You go upstairs, blindly checking doors. Your hand hovers over a knob to a bedroom. The thought that Steve is inside with someone else briefly crosses your mind. You sprint down the hall, away from that thought.

You find the bathroom and lock the door. Then you sit on the toilet lid. And you cry.

You try to keep quiet. The bass from the speakers thumps below, but still. You can't risk anybody finding you. Least of all Steve. Steve would ask you about what happened. Steve would want to fix it, because Steve always wants to make things better.

You can't be fixed. He can't know.

Your nose is snotty, tears clumping in your lashes. You grab the edge of the window sill and cry harder. Your chest aches from lack of air but you can't stop.

You have to calm down if you want Steve to take you home. You'll need an excuse, though. Sick, you feel sick. You threw up. Steve won't question that. He'll touch your forehead and coo and you'll never have to talk about tonight.

You scrub your face with cold water. Your eyes are puffy from crying and you can't smooth your frown no matter how hard you try. You wipe your face with toilet paper.

You can't look in the mirror too long or you'll break and start crying again. So you spin on your heel and unlock the door, slipping out. The hallway is still empty. All of the noise is downstairs. Your secret is safe.

Steve will likely be searching for you. Hopefully, you haven't been gone too long. You can say you got lost, or caught up with an old friend. You're a terrible liar, especially to Steve.

Andrea's words creep back in. Maybe you're lying to yourself too.

You wipe your nose with a knuckle and swallow. You just need to keep it together for another hour. Then you're home free.

Steve looks like he belongs here. Two cups in hand, coolly perched on the edge of the armchair, Steve Harrington is certainly somebody's king.

Andrea touches his arm and giggles. Steve's barely looking at her. A wave of nausea turns your stomach.

He sees you and stands, shaking her off. But it's too late. You're out of Steve's system.

"Y/N? Baby, where are you g—"

You barrel through the crowd by the front door. You don't care about your jacket in Steve's car. You'll walk home if that's what it takes. Anything to get away.

It's more than chilly tonight. But the air feels good on your face, hot tears having returned. You scrub furiously at them.

You should've known. Why hadn't you seen it? You know better than to let your guard down around somebody like Steve Harrington. To think he could want you. Who are you? You're never making that mistake again.

"Y/N!"

Steve is running. Of course you had to go and fall in love with a guy who's athletically inclined.

You pick up your pace.

"Go 'way, Steve!" you hiccup.

Your voice is hoarse and raw from crying. You know Steve can hear it.

"Y/N, honey—"

"I'm walking home," you shout, voice cracking. You ache so bad. You want to stop and break right there on the sidewalk.

He catches your elbow. You wrench your arm away. When you turn, Steve looks like he's been slapped.

You keep wiping your eyes but the tears are coming too fast now.

"Y/N, what happened? Tell me what happened," he begs.

You cry harder and bend, holding your arms. Steve steps forward, hands fluttering over you.

"Baby, baby. Please, I need you to breathe, please. What hurts? Tell me what hurts."

"I'm your joke," you grit through tears. "You've got me out of your system."

"What?" Steve gasps. "What are you talking about?"

"Look at me!" You're too loud. You've never been this loud with Steve. "Look at the fucking big girl! Did you have fun?"

"Y/N." Steve looks like he's close to breaking. His eyes are glassy. "Please stop. Please. Don't call yourself that. Was it her in the chair? I pushed her away. I don't even know her name, I—"

"Her name is Andrea Burgess. And you're all the same. You lie," you grit. "I love you and you love girls like Nancy. You would’ve laughed at me back then and you—you—"

Your hands ball into fists. Steve gently takes your wrists. You want to fight, want to push. But you can't. You're not strong enough. So you collapse.

Steve holds you like you might float away if he doesn't. You cry into his shirt, clutching fistfuls of fabric. Steve folds over you, shielding you from it all. He rubs your back in slow circles.

"I'm sorry," you sob. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Baby, stop. Y/N. Sweetheart. Stop, stop it."

Steve takes your face in his hands, thumbs wiping your cheeks. He kisses your forehead ever so gently. More tears spill.

"I'm not strong enough for her," you choke. "She got in my head. I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Y/N, hey, hey, no. I should've been there. God, I'm so sorry. You don't have to face this alone. Whatever she said isn't true. You're not a–a joke."

Steve looks like the word makes him sick. Your arms curl around his neck. He cradles you like you're something precious.

"I don't want to lose you," you whisper. "I'm sorry I said those things. You've only been good. You deserve better."

"Baby, you're not gonna lose me," Steve replies brokenly. "Is that what you think? That I'll leave?"

"I wouldn't blame you," you sniff. "You could have anybody. I couldn't even go to one party without ruining it."

"You did not ruin anything. Okay? She said those terrible things. None of it is true. You are not a joke or something to get out of my system or any other horrible shit she said. I don't—I'm not like that. I would never hurt you."

"I know you wouldn't," you say shakily. "I know, I know. She said you teased me and I know you didn't, I know that."

"But there were people like me who did," Steve says quietly.

You sag. "You're not like them."

"I could've been. If I hadn't gotten some sense knocked into me..."

Steve shudders and tightens his grip.

"Is that why you didn't tell me?" he asks.

"I... no, I know you're a good guy, Steve. I just—I was scared. I am scared. You might wake up one morning and decide you can do better than me."

"Hey. Listen to me." Steve backs up slightly so you can see his face. "You are the most incredible person I have ever met. Nothing is going to change that. Okay? You're beautiful and I love you. I love you. Not despite anything. I love you for you."

Your eyes burn again. You bury your face in Steve's arm.

"I didn't mean that stuff."

"I know," he murmurs, cheek on your head. "It's okay. I can't—I don't know what that kind of hurt feels like. But I know I'd never want you to feel it. So will you do me a favor?"

"Hmm?"

"Promise me you'll tell me if you’re feeling like this?"

The wind cuts through with a whistle. You don't feel it with Steve around you. He rubs your arms.

"I promise," you nod.

"Thank you," he says and gently tilts your chin. "D'you want me to pull the car around?"

You shake your head. "That's okay. I wanna walk with you."

Steve takes your hand.

"Next time we'll go to the bookstore," he promises.

"I don't wanna force you to go," you sigh. "You like these parties."

He shrugs, kisses your temple.

"Nah. Party Steve was a long time ago. 'Long as I'm with you, I'm good. I've got you."

You smile and kiss him, bumping your nose with his. Eventually you pull away. Steve clears his throat, suddenly bashful.

"So back there... you, uh, love me?"

Your eyes widen, heart pounding. Don't back down. You're safe here.

"Yeah," you say softly. "I do. I meant to tell you in a far nicer way, I swear."

"You could... say it again?"

You grin. "I love you."

Steve is sunshine. No more hiding in the dark for you.

"I love you too, baby. So much."

And your insecurities won't disappear overnight, true. But you won't face them alone. Not anymore.

[ro-is-struggling]

Hi!! I was thinking that 6 (song) would go amazingly with Steve like maybe he’s still hung up on Nancy but like reader is in love with him? ASDFGHJKL if you could make this possible I’d dieeeee. Thank you so much

Hi beautiful! thank you so much for participating in the celebration and I'm sorry it took me so long to get to your request, I'm going through stuff lol but despite that I had a great time writing this fic even though it's pure angst with no happy ending. I hope you're ready to cry!

One Last Time || Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: You knew Steve was still in love with Nancy, but you didn't care. All you cared about was holding him in your arms one last time. 

Warnings: angst, unrequited love kinda, jealousy, no happy ending

English is not my first language 

Word count: 1700

This fic is part of my 600 followers celeration

Sitting alone at the table with dinner served, your gaze traveled from the clock to the door passing by the phone as you waited for a signal from Steve. You were supposed to have a date. You cooked for him, put on a nice outfit and styled your hair, only to have him stand you up. Again. It wasn't the first time Steve had been late for one of your dates and you knew it wouldn't be the last, not as long as she was still in his life. 

Nancy Wheeler was the reason behind all your problems, fears and insecurities. She was everything you weren't —pretty, smart, charismatic, popular— and even though her relationship with Steve had ended a long time ago, she still held the key to his heart. He was still in love with her and it seemed there was nothing you could do to change that. No matter how hard you tried to push her out of his heart, to replace her, it was all in vain. He would never look at you the way he looked at her.

Of course Steve wouldn't admit that out loud. When he was with you he would shower you with gifts and compliments, telling you how happy he was to have you by his side and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. But you knew those were half-truths. He did love you, but not like he loved Nancy. You didn't need to hear him say it to know it, you could sense it in his kisses and the way he looked at you. That special sparkle in his eyes when he looked at her disappeared when he turned his gaze to you. 

You were his consolation prize, his second choice. He was with you because he couldn't be with her, you knew that from your first date. You knew he didn't love you but still you stayed by his side, keeping the naive illusion that someday things would change. You hoped you could make him fall in love with you over time, show him that he had nothing to miss about his relationship with Nancy. Unlike her, you did love him and you hoped that would be enough to make him forget about her.

Still, your relationship wasn't terrible. Most of the time you didn't even remember Nancy and all that she entailed since Steve didn't mention her very often. All of your friends agreed that you were a wonderful couple. You two loved each other and spent most of your free time together. Steve loved to take you on dates and give you gifts, although your favorite times with him were when you would lie on the couch and watch a movie cuddling, enjoying each other's warmth and company. You forgot all your worries when he wrapped his arms around you and held you close to his body, finding peace in the soft sound of his heart beating against his chest. The world around you ceased to exist in those moments, there were no fears or insecurities, just you and Steve.

The memory of those moments was what made situations like the one you were going through now more tolerable. You knew that Steve was with her while you were saving the leftovers from the dinner you had worked so hard to prepare. You knew that Nancy was once again the reason your boyfriend missed one of your dates, but you also knew that she didn't love him, not like you did. They didn't share those special moments you had. She didn't hug him tightly or talk to him as lovingly as you did. She didn't hold him at night, stroking his hair tenderly until he fell asleep in your arms. She didn't leave a little bit of her heart in every single thing she did for him. You did all those things. You and only you. Steve was dating you and not her. Nancy might still hold the key to his heart, but it was only a matter of time before she lost it to you.

When the phone rang you rushed to pick it up, hoping to hear your boyfriend's voice on the other end of the line. You smiled when you discovered that it was indeed him, momentarily forgetting all the pain you felt as you listened to his voice.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, I lost track of time." Steve apologized, sounding genuinely sorry. "I promise I'll make it up to you."

You were ready to forgive him and forget the whole thing, like you used to do when these things happened, but then you heard her voice in the background and jealousy took over you again. Nancy laughed in the distance, happy, while you climbed the walls of your house imagining what Steve could be doing with her for so long. It felt like she was taunting you, like she knew you were being killed slowly by uncertainty and it amused her. Your jealousy-blinded mind felt attacked by her, further aggravating your temper. 

"It's fine," you said in a dry tone that denoted the complete opposite of your words. "Just get home soon."

He told you he loved you before he cut the call short, but you were too hurt and angry at the time for his words to soften your heart. You dropped onto the couch, defeated by the storm of conflicting emotions swirling inside you. You didn't know what to do, what voice to listen to. You loved Steve, but you honestly didn't know how much longer you could go on like this, missing him even when he was by your side, dreading every time she was near, competing for his heart.

You knew that he didn't love you yet, you could live with it as long as there was a possible future for you. You needed to know that all the effort you were making now was not in vain, that you had a chance at happiness. You needed Steve to assure you that he wasn't going to leave you for Nancy at any time. You were willing to keep working on your relationship, to bet on a future together if he was too. You wanted to think that you knew he did, that asking him something like that was silly since it was obvious that Steve wanted to be with you, but the truth was that you didn't. You knew he loved you and was happy with you, but you weren't sure he was as invested in his relationship as you were. And you needed to make sure you weren't wasting your time with him. You needed to know if Steve wanted to put his past with Nancy behind him, because nothing you did would matter if he wasn't willing to forget her.

So in the heat of the moment you decided to give him an ultimatum. Steve would have to choose between Nancy or you because you couldn't go on living in doubt. Jealousy and uncertainty were eating you up inside at all hours, slowly transforming you into a version of you that you didn't recognize. You didn't want to let your insecurities get the best of you, it was time to do something about it. 

You had to put an end to your suffering, even if it meant ending your relationship with Steve. You knew it would hurt if he rejected you, but at this point you were convinced that anything was better than the damn uncertainty. 

Part of you felt bad about your decision, thinking it was unfair of you to attack Steve with an ultimatum like that. But it was also unfair to live the way you did, so you tried your best to stick to your decision. You paced back and forth as you waited for your boyfriend to arrive, your mind full of fake scenarios about what might happen. You tried to stay calm, to not let your nerves get the better of you as you imagined the worst outcome, ignoring the voice in your mind that told you this was a bad idea. You decided to focus on what you would say to him, planning your words carefully so as not to sound too harsh but still remain firm. You wanted Steve to know that you meant business without coming across as overbearing since you understood that this was a difficult situation for him as well. 

You had your speech all prepared by the time you felt the sound of the door. You jumped to your feet, approaching the entrance to greet Steve as you went over the words you had prepared over and over in your mind. ‘Stay strong, you got this' a voice in your head encouraged you, trying to calm the nerves storming inside you as the door slowly opened, revealing your boyfriend on the other side.

You tried to stand your ground, but all your anger disappeared as soon as you saw the remorseful puppy expression on Steve's face. He was looking at you with guilt in his big brown eyes and a pout on his lips, hiding part of his face behind a bouquet of red roses. He looked adorable, enough to make you forget all the words you had been memorizing for the last half hour. 

"I'm so sorry, baby. I know you had a big date planned and I fucked it up, I'm sorry." Steve apologized, the regret clear in his voice. Suddenly, the anger and jealousy you felt minutes before was replaced by fear. Fear of losing him. Fear of never hearing him call you 'baby' again. Fear of never feeling his lips on yours or his arms around your body again. You couldn't lose him, not now when he looked so adorable and apologetic, willing to do anything to make up for his mistake.

"It's fine," you said, letting out a sigh, taking the flowers he offered you and bringing them to your nose to smell the scent.

"I love you," he declared, taking your face in his hands and joining your lips in a kiss. You knew his words were not true, not entirely at least, but you decided to ignore him for the moment, allowing yourself to get lost in the kiss. You decided then that you would let the fantasy continue for one more night. You could talk to him about your feelings in the morning, but right now you didn't want to fight. All you wanted was to hold Steve in your arms as you slept for one last time.

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Liar, Liar

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Genre: Soft/implied smut

Warnings/plot points: Make-out, teasing, adult themes, pre-established friendship, shy!Eddie, slightly dom!Eddie(?)

A/N: boy oh boy I never thought I'd be back here writing again lol. Eddie has me feeling some sort of way, gang. Please enjoy, I may write a part 2. :) Go easy on me, it's been a few years since I actually wrote anything so I'm a lil rusty lmao

**Reader and Eddie are both adults, please keep this in mind. NOT FOR MINORS.**

It had been fifteen minutes and still no one had shown up yet, leading you to believe that maybe Eddie was pulling your leg. Did he lie about the time for this? You vividly remember him telling you 2:30, so you knew you had it right. And yet, there you were, alone in the dimly lit theater room of your old high school with Eddie Munson.

The last time you were here, you were picking up Mike and Dustin to give them rides home at the request of Mrs. Wheeler. You used to babysit Mike, were friends with Nancy up until about 10th grade, and even babysat Holly once Mike was old enough to not need a sitter anymore. You showed up to the high school with Holly to pick up the boys, shocking everyone in the room with the sweet little girl.

"Who is this little angel?" Eddie had said, approaching the two of you and gently poking Holly on the tip of her nose. You remember how much she giggled, and when she reached out to yank on Eddie's long hair. She was old enough to know better, but you weren't about to scold her for it.

The memory made you smile a bit, remembering back to Eddie's reaction, laughing along with Holly instead of being irritated that she was pulling on his beautiful locks. You recalled him asking when you had a kid, and how much you blushed when you realized he thought she was yours.

It took Mike jumping in to explain that Holly was his sister, and that you were a family friend, before plucking the little girl from your arms to carry her to the DND table. You watched carefully as she toyed with some of his DND figures, shocked at how unbothered he was by it. You could remember a time where he would absolutely lose his shit if Holly ever touched his things. Oh, how times had changed.

This gave Eddie the chance to strike up a conversation with you, using his good-looks and dreamy eyes to convince you to join their next session. You had protested at first, but he reassured you that you didn't even have to play, he just wanted your company. That alone was more than enough to get you to give in, but now you were regretting it.

"I can't believe I agreed to this," You groaned, leaning back in your chair and running your hands down your face. "Eddie, I'm already bored and no one's even here yet. Can I please just go home and pick up Mike when he's done?"

Eddie let out an offended gasp, turning swiftly to shoot you a look of utter betrayal. "You're bored? With me?"

"Yes, Eddie, I'm bored," You repeated, then lowered your voice to mutter, "I don't even know why you wanted me here in the first place."

Eddie seemed to have picked up on what you said, so he crossed the room in quick strides to kneel in front of your chair. He crossed his arms over your thighs and rested his chin on them, looking up at you through his lashes and dark hair. You had to pry your eyes away just to straighten out your thoughts.

"I wanted you here because I haven't seen you since before you graduated," He explained, sticking out his lower lip in a pout. "Didn't you miss me?"

You thought back to your time in high school, recalling how shy Eddie had been back then. It was well before he was held back for the first time, and he was as sheepish and awkward as ever. Even still, you spent a decent chunk of time with him, seeing as you were a bit of an outcast back then yourself. You found common interests in fiction novels and fantasy books, and he even mentioned the Hellfire club on more than one occasion. It was still pretty new back then, but oh, how he loved it.

"Maybe that's because I grew up, Eddie," You stated, avoiding his gaze. You didn't mean to come off as harsh, just honest- but the comment seemed to strike a chord with him.

"What makes you think I haven't?" He asked, lifting his head. "Just because I'm still here, you think I never grew up?"

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "That's not what I meant, I just-"

"Just, what?" Eddie interrupted. You met his gaze once more and instantly felt remorse for the comment, seeing just how hurt he was behind the anger. You thought back to your friendship with him again, remembering just how difficult high school was for him, and let yourself soften up a bit.

"Nevermind," You said, "Forget I even said anything. When is everyone else supposed to be here?"

"About that," Eddie said, sucking in through his teeth and offering you an apologetic smile. "It'll probably be another hour."

"An hour?!"

"Yeah, I kind of lied to you before. But I had a good reason, I swear!"

You rolled your eyes and stood from your chair, grabbing your bag and keys off of the table. "I think we're done here, Eddie. I'll be back to get the kids when you're finished."

You were only a few steps from the exit when Eddie managed to catch up with you, grabbing you by the wrists and spinning you around to face him. He all but slammed you back against the door, a loud thump ringing out throughout the theater room. Pinning your wrists beside your head, he locked eyes with you, his chest rising and falling quickly. Even he looked shocked by his own actions. "Just wait a second, please!"

"What the hell, Eddie?" You cried out, trying to wriggle free from his grasp. When had he gotten so strong?

"Listen," He said quietly, "Just let me explain, okay?"

"Start talking, or I'm going to kick your teeth in," You threatened.

Eddie laughed softly, his mouth turning up in a dangerously handsome half smile. You swallowed hard and waited for his explanation.

"I don't doubt that. Look, I wanted to be alone with you for a little while before the rest of the group got here," He explained, "I missed you. I haven't seen you in two years, and I never got to-"

Eddie stopped himself, clearing his throat and letting go of your wrists. Once he realized just how rash his actions had been he took a step back and lowered his gaze to the floor. Despite his shy retraction, you could still see the blush creeping onto his cheeks and forehead. "Forget it, you can leave if you want to. I didn't mean to scare you, or make you think it was going to hurt you or anything. I guess, I dunno, I just missed feeling like I did when you were around, that's all. You always made me feel like I mattered, I guess. But, yeah, just forget it, I won't stop you if you wanna go."

You stood watching him for a moment, taking in his features and trying to steady your own breathing. You'd be lying if you said you didn't get a little excited when he pushed you against the door like that. He was always so soft and gentle by nature, seeing him act up a bit was kind of hot.

"I'm really sorry," He said, unable to bear the silence between you. "For lying to you and rushing you like that, I mean."

"I'll forgive you," You said softly, your tone playful. "On one condition."

Eddie perked up at that, lifting his head again and nodding so hard his hair was bouncing around his shoulders. "Sure, anything. Tell me."

You felt this foreign sense of confidence wash over you, so you gestured with your finger for him to come closer again. Still blushing brighter than a stop light, he took a few steps in your direct. You were still feeling rather excited by his actions, so you draped your arms over his shoulders and met his gaze. His entire body tensed up and you could swear he was holding his breath.

It was always obvious that there was something there, hiding between the lines of your friendship. In a way, you both knew, but back then you were both awkward, weird little teenagers who had no idea what the world had in store for them. Now, things were different- you felt that connection even more strongly- and you were ready to see where it took you.

"Why did you really want to be alone with me, Eddie?" You asked in a sweet voice.

"I- what?" He asked, a little taken aback by your change in demeanor.

"I know you know where I live, and you have my phone number," You went on, "You have for years. You also know I see the Wheelers all the time. You've had plenty of chances to reach out to me and catch up, so why did you want to be alone with me now?"

Eddie stuttered for a bit, trying to laugh off his embarrassment. He knew he had been caught, because everything you said was true; he'd seen you around Hawkins many times, even watched you pick up Mike and Dustin from school before. But he never said anything, because you were always in public, or with others. There was no way he could ever approach you like that to confess his feelings, or even do half of the things he wanted to do to you. The thought alone of his fantasies about being alone with you made him blush and stumble over his words even more so.

"You can be honest with me," You said, "Really. We're alone, Eddie, so why don't you tell me what you really want to tell me?"

With a deep breath for bravery, he finally met your eyes and felt the same rush of confidence that you yourself had felt before. Something about the way you looked at him with hooded eyes and a soft, inviting smile sent his heart into hysterics and his brain into instinct mode.

So, instead of using his words, he decided it best to use his actions.

Eddie leaned forward and pressed the softest, quickest kiss to your smiling lips, lingering there for a moment with his eyes closed afterwards. His forehead was gently pressed against yours, and all you could hear was his labored breathing and his racing heart. He smelled of smoke and ash, with the softest hint of hairspray. Just like you remembered.

As if the kiss had sparked something inside both of you, he was on you in moments, his hands grasping at your waist to pull you in as closely against his own body as he possibly could. His mouth was on yours in a frenzy, leaving you feeling dizzy and intoxicated. You welcomed his advances warmly, melting into his touch and lacing your fingers through the hair on the back of his scalp as he kissed you with a desperation you didn't know he was capable of.

It made you wonder just how much he was truly holding back.

Eddie was quick to keep things moving, nudging his knee between your legs to part them. He was flush against you then, his thigh pressing against a spot that was almost too much to bear. You could feel something pressing hard against your hip and you felt a jolt of anticipation run up and down your spine. His hands left their place on your waist, one travelling under your shirt to grip your bare hip while the other made a home on the base of your neck.

You let out a soft whine when he pressed his thigh harder against you, breaking the kiss for only a moment. He carried on with his movements, teasing you over your clothes and latching onto one spot on your neck. You arched your back against him, your chest pressing into his own and making him growl softly against your neck.

"This," He breathed into your ear, "This is why I wanted to get you alone. God, I've wanted this for so fucking long, Y/N, you have no idea."

"That's all you had to say," You responded, equally as breathless. The hand that had wandered under your shirt was now at the waistband of your jeans, unhooking the button and slipping inside effortlessly. It was almost as if he had been planning this for years, and knew exactly what his next moves would be. In a way, that made it even more exciting, knowing he had thought this through.

You gasped when he ran his middle and ring finger over that ever so sensitive spot between your legs, squeezing your eyes shut and biting down on your lower lip. His rings were cold against your hot skin, making you jump once and writhe against him. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every reaction as he teased and toyed with you. It wasn't like this was the first time either of you had done something like this before; but this was different. With others, it wasn't anything like this. This was more intense, more real.

Eddie studied your features as he rubbed small, soft circles, letting out a quiet moan of his own when you gasped and choked and whined at his every move. He pressed himself harder against your hip, trying to gain some form of friction. You took this as a sign to reach down and graze over his hardness with your fingertips, smiling as he faltered in his movements and let out a heated groan.

"Do that again, and I'm canceling tonight's session and taking you home with me right now," He said, his voice low, rough, and unsteady.

"You say that like it's supposed to stop me," You replied, giving him a gentle squeeze.

With that, Eddie pressed one more long kiss to your lips and stepped away, grabbing his keys and his bag. You took a step aside from the door and took a few deep breaths, trying to gather yourself. Just as you did, the door opened up beside you and a few of the older boys walked in, noisily lost in conversation.

"Hey, guys!" Eddie greeted them loudly, using his jean jacket to hide what was going on downstairs. "You're uh, you're early!"

"Study hall got boring, so we ditched," one of them explained. No one had noticed you quite yet, so you took the opportunity to slowly zip up and re-button your jeans.

"Well, funny story," Eddie said with an awkward laugh, "I actually have to, um, take Y/N home! Her car broke down in the parking lot, so, uh, the sessions canceled today."

"Canceled?? You never cancel! What the hell!"

"Sorry, guys," You said with a shrug from your spot beside the door, "My bad."

Eddie finished gathering his things and gave the guys a few pats on the shoulders with more apologies before making his escape with you. Once you were in the safety of the hallway, he grabbed your hand and began speed-walking to the parking lot.

"My car broke down, huh?" You said with a laugh.

"It was the most believable excuse!"

Once you made it to his van, he opened the passenger side door for you, then quickly ran around to the driver's side. You buckled your seatbelt and tried to hide your excited smile, knowing exactly what was going to happen when you arrived at his trailer. Eddie reached over and placed his hand on your upper thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Don't worry," He said playfully, "I'll go easy on you the first time."

[outerspacebisexual]

aeia's 300 followers celebration!

i recently reached 300 followers and i want to celebrate with a stranger things requests prompt list!

you can request as many prompts as you want for any genre (just specify what you want when you request!).

at the moment, i'll write for the following characters:

steve harrington

eddie munson

robin buckley

nancy wheeler

jonathan byers

argyle

find the prompt list below!

Prompts:

"You don't miss me, you only miss the thought of me."

"I need you, please."

"I thought it was your turn?"

"Babe, I've got this."

"If we survive this, you’re taking me on a date, you hear me?"

"Do you remember when-" "Oh, I definitely remember."

"We’re either getting married or we’re breaking up."

"You’re wrong. So just sit there in your wrongness and be wrong."

"I... I can’t believe it’s really you. I thought I’d never see you again."

"When are you coming home?"

"You're such an asshole!"

"You lied!" I didn't lie. I just didn't tell you the whole truth."

"You’re not allowed to be gone for a whole week ever again."

"I'll miss you." "I hope so."

"You’re gonna have a really hard time topping this apology next time we fight."

"Shhh! You’re gonna get us caught!"

"I can’t believe I thought you were a good person. Congratulations, you’ve proven me wrong."

"I can't leave with you crying like this."

"I'm scared out of my mind, but I'm also...excited?"

"Stay with me?"

"Who are you?"

"You're a piece of work." "A very beautiful one."

"I'm not leaving you."

"If you don't leave right now, I'm calling the cops."

"We're in this together. You and me."

"It's just a scratch." "You're bleeding profusely."

"How did you find me?"

"I don't know whether to be happy or pissed off."

"Don't look now, but I think we've been spotted."

"This is cozy." "This is a broom closet."

"Get off me."

"And who do you call?" "Ghostbusters." "No, me!"

"I need a place to stay."

"Promise me you'll come back."

"I don't want you."

"You need to tell me the truth." "I can't."

"I can't sleep."

"Turn around, I'm doing something illegal."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I came in through your window." "You mean you broke in." "Well, when you put it like that..."

"I'm not doing this without you."

"Where are you hurt?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"This is so stupid."

"Go ahead and try and stop me."

"Did something happen while I was gone."

"Who did this to you?"

"This is all your fault!" "It is not!"

"Who was that?"

"Baby, you're the one for me."

"I'm immortal." "I think you're just incredibly lucky."

"Is that what I think it is?"

"I'm going to need you to trust me."

"Why do you never listen to me?"

"Are you OK?"

"You're my best friend!" "And I can't take it anymore!"

"Wanna bet?"

"I dare you."

"I'm here. I've got you."

"I can't take this anymore."

"Please, don't hurt me!"

"How long have you been standing there?" "Long enough."

"Hello?" "Don't be mad."

"I need you to bail me out."

"You're so incredibly beautiful."

"I almost lost you."

"This whole thing was a mistake."

"Who died and made you chief?"

"You're staring."

"I never thought my life would end up like this."

"I didn't know where else to go."

"Breathe with me. In and out."

"I love you." "I wish you didn't."

"This is the best day of my life."

"Are you disappointed?" "With you? Never."

"I can't imagine my life without you."

"That's a bit hypocritical, don't you think?"

"I don't know if you're aware, but this is a life or death situation."

"Pfft, I'm totally cool with it."

"Who says I can't?" "I do."

thank you for all the love i've received on all my works so far. i appreciate it so so much!

<3 aeia

[cescalr]

Stranger Things! <3

I was waiting for this one!!!! Pal this is my MOST controversial and I don't like Sterek or Drarry or Stony aj;lsakgj;aslg. I'm going to make some people despise me <3 always love to do that (I don't. I'm not actually this pugnacious i just do it for the Joke lets all get along pls it's just fiction!! just fiction!!). I specifically hope you don't hate me though <3

put a fandom in my ask and i’ll answer:

otp - platonic stobin my beloved <3 but if I have to go romantic for this one probably Boyce. Bob :(((((((((( [also this is not to say I don't like jopper. I just. Miss Bob :( and with the introduction of bob and the change in Joyce/Hopper's dynamic from s1-3 I just... ship it less than I did originally.)

favourite canon pairing - Boyceeeeeeeeee

worst pairing ever - ALWAYS AND FOREVER WHAT THE FUCK THEY WERE DOING WITH KAREN AND BILLY. and Stoncy/Harringrove depends on the day. Mostly Harringrove though. Stancy just makes me personally very Sad (for Steve, fyi) and Stonathan,,,, eeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhh- (I just. Don't see Stonathan working At All; steve felt bad, he was apologising, that was the reason for the camera - he wanted to right a wrong he did (and he did do a wrong - not in breaking the camera - but in being homophobic and crude and verbally cruel and provoking a fight etc) and we know Stancy doesn't work - so where does Stoncy come from? it's an extrapolated distaste.)

guilty pleasure pairing - eeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhh this one might actually get me mauled so I'm. going to just. link that and move on. I'll explain more in DMs if anyone wants an in-depth discussion about it because I totally understand the reticence behind not being cool with that sort of thing, but I would like to explain myself somewhat more than that post does.

a pairing you want to see more - anything with Steve/some random person from another series because nobody in canon fits him help my boy out pls (I also mean series I know something about bc. literally what even is DBD. other than terrifying)

that pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no” - mileven lol

favorite non-romantic pair - stobin!!!! abso-positively-lutely!!! also like. mileven. lol. just the kids have such good friendships with each other. Lumax works well and I can totally see why people ship byler. but I just... they're kids? so... rather just keep it on the downlow and focus on platonic stuff s1-3. won't be as weird in s4 methinks. Just personally speaking I was that kid who found it Super Weird people were dating in primary school and just. did not I refused to date anyone in high school. I just don't think people are ready at those ages for romance... I don't know. It's a big commitment and kids can't do long-term decision making skills. and i get you can have totally casual relationships - lumax reads as a very teenagery relationship which is why i think it works - but mileven is just... too serious. it's too much for their stage. Hopper's like... not entirely wrong lakjsg;lskajdg;laskjdg but you know.

[outerspacebisexual]

aeia's 1500 followers celebration!

guys i reached 1500 followers and my heart is so so so full! :’)

as a result, i’m doing a full month of prompts and mini-requests for october!

you can either choose some prompts from the list below the cut or you can request without them for the the following characters:

- steve harrington - eddie munson - nancy wheeler - robin buckley - jonathan byers - argyle

thank you all so much for your support on my silly little blog and my silly little works.

i love you all beyond words!

<3 aeia

Dialogue Prompts:

"You don't miss me, you only miss the thought of me."

"I need you, please."

"I thought it was your turn?"

"Babe, I've got this."

"If we survive this, you’re taking me on a date, you hear me?"

"Do you remember when-" "Oh, I definitely remember."

"We’re either getting married or we’re breaking up."

"You’re wrong. So just sit there in your wrongness and be wrong."

"I... I can’t believe it’s really you. I thought I’d never see you again."

"You're on fire."

"When are you coming home?"

"You're such an asshole!"

"You lied!" "I didn't lie. I just didn't tell you the whole truth."

"You’re not allowed to be gone for a whole week ever again."

"I'll miss you." "I hope so."

"You’re gonna have a really hard time topping this apology next time we fight."

"Shhh! You’re gonna get us caught!"

"I can’t believe I thought you were a good person. Congratulations, you’ve proven me wrong."

"I can't leave with you crying like this."

"I'm scared out of my mind, but I'm also...excited?"

"Stay with me?"

"Who are you?"

"You're a piece of work." "A very beautiful one."

"I'm not leaving you."

"If you don't leave right now, I'm calling the cops."

"We're in this together. You and me."

"It's just a scratch." "You're bleeding profusely."

"How did you find me?"

"I don't know whether to be happy or pissed off."

"Don't look now, but I think we've been spotted."

"This is cozy." "This is a broom closet."

"Get off me."

"And who do you call?" "Ghostbusters." "No, me!"

"I need a place to stay."

"Promise me you'll come back."

"I don't want you."

"You need to tell me the truth." "I can't."

"I can't sleep."

"Turn around, I'm doing something illegal."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I came in through your window." "You mean you broke in." "Well, when you put it like that..."

"I'm not doing this without you."

"Where are you hurt?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"This is so stupid."

"Go ahead and try and stop me."

"Did something happen while I was gone?"

"Who did this to you?"

"This is all your fault!" "It is not!"

"Who was that?"

"Baby, you're the one for me."

"I'm immortal." "I think you're just incredibly lucky."

"Is that what I think it is?"

"I'm going to need you to trust me."

"Why do you never listen to me?"

"Are you OK?"

"You're my best friend!" "And I can't take it anymore!"

"Wanna bet?"

"I dare you."

"I'm here. I've got you."

"I can't take this anymore."

"Please, don't hurt me!"

"How long have you been standing there?" "Long enough."

"Hello?" "Don't be mad."

"I need you to bail me out."

"You're so incredibly beautiful."

"I almost lost you."

"This whole thing was a mistake."

"Who died and made you chief?"

"You're staring."

"I never thought my life would end up like this."

"I didn't know where else to go."

"Breathe with me. In and out."

"I love you." "I wish you didn't."

"This is the best day of my life."

"Are you disappointed?" "With you? Never."

"I can't imagine my life without you."

"That's a bit hypocritical, don't you think?"

"I don't know if you're aware, but this is a life or death situation."

"Pfft, I'm totally cool with it."

"Who says I can't?" "I do."