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Rebloging my personal account Headcanons

Bro, whatever you do, do not imagine tfp starscream

Slowly having the realization that he's in love with you

Being terrified at this new and raw emotion he has for another person (even more so if your a human)

Not only being scared of the new feeling but horrified at the idea of Megatron finding out he loves someome else for once in his life

But despite all that he still loves you. And whenever he's around you he just gets the light feeling in his spark, you make him feel alive. His wings flutter when you say something nice to him. He's just so utterly anamored with you, he fucking adores you.

Whenever your talking, or rambleing about nonsense he'll just watch you with this soft look. His optics half lidded, a gentle smile, and his wings drooped because he's just so comfortable around you.

If you catch him staring at you he'll quickly turn away and scoff at you for calling him out. "No I wasn't." You'd just huff and move on, continuing whatever it was you were rambling about. As soon as you were back into your groove and distracted he just goes back to staring at you with that adoring smile

You would be the only person Starscream would ever die for

#starscream #transformers #tfp starscream #tfp #starscream x reader #reader insert #transformers prime #is this a headcanon #headcannons #tfp headcanons #starscream headcannons #starscream/reader headcannons #maccadam

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Strange Friend of Misery

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Summary: The first day of Junior year was perfect, it was everything else being a teenager that was difficult. Josie Newby hadn’t even had her first kiss yet her childhood neighbor and best friend was King Steve. Life becomes trivial when Joyce Byers calls her early in the morning asking if she’d seen Will. Then the awkward teenage life if all she would wish for again.

Characters: Original Character- Josephine Newby, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Bob Newby, Carol Perkins, Tommy Higgins, Joyce Byers, Jonathan Byers, Will Byers, Barbara Holland. Mentioned- Reefer Rick, Mike Wheeler, Dustin and Claudia Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Robin Buckley, 

Author’s Note: This is my long-term fit, I’ve been debating on starting to post for months, comment if you’d like to be tagged and anything you’d like to see happen. There will be multi-love interests. If you have read the Billy Hargrove X Newby!Reader those one-shots actually come from this 200+ page doc. This is the intro.

Warnings/Tags: mentions of sex, underage drinking, underage age sex mentioned (canon sex via Steve X Nancy), Steve being a dick, blood, the middle schoolers being the best kiddos ever. The tension between best friends, and slight misogyny towards Nancy. Death of mother, asshole, and neglectful parents. Any Canon warning like gore, this fic will be Mature in the future so MINORS DNI!!!!  

Word Count: 8,600+

Today’s, the first day of junior year in a nobody knows shithole town in Indiana. After working my ass off all summer: babysitting the Henderson kid with his weird friends and yard work, when not waitressing at the Diner. If I could call cleaning the toilets and washing dishes for 8 hours making a whopping two seventy-five dollars an hour waitressing, sure. I’d finally got my license this summer but did have to share a vehicle with dear old Dad from time to time until we could fix up mom’s beautiful, 1966 baby blue Chevelle. We’d get there, I’m sure the timing is hard on Dad and managing the RadioShack was newly time consuming. Here I am laying in bed contemplating how far my life has come to this moment, nearing young adulthood. The majority of it being a blurred timeline of random memories with those closest, I’m pulled from my thoughts by rapid knocking at my bedroom door.

“Oh my loving daughter? I have a surprise!!” my Dad taunted from behind the closed door. 

“Yeah? Come in!”

“Okay, now I know it’s tradition for me to drive you to your first day back but I wanted to surprise you with two things.” walking towards me with his hands behind his back. “I got you a present and so did mom.” he sits down on the bed, I scoot over to meet his eyes. He hands me to envelopes, one very haphazardly closed with something bulging out of it and the other with my name etched on it in all too familiar handwriting. “Dad-” I start, “Nah come on now, don’t leave me hanging I’ve been waiting over ten years for this letter too.”

I start with mom’s letter,

To my beautiful Josephine,

I can’t believe you have your license, at this age is when I first met your Dad. Only I had gotten my first job at the diner with Melody. I know that you might be thinking that boys or whomever are cute and friendly. Just know what me and your father have is different from all the others. You’ve worked so hard for this moment so go out into the world and live it thoroughly and responsibly. The actions and decisions you make today are ones that will stay with you for life. Give your father a big hug and kiss for me and have fun at school, my love. My girl, I love you so much.

Mommy

With a heavy heart, I put the letter safely on my nightstand still painted pink with dozens of different flowers painted by her on it and engulfed him in a huge hug. “I love you, Dad.”

“Well I take that as the note was very, very nice.” trying to ease the obvious sadness in our hearts with humor. I turn to look at him and grab the other letter I had set on the bed, inside are two sets of keys. A chevy and a honda key?

“What are these, Dad?”, tears already forming in his soft green eyes.

“Get ready and we’ll show you,” he gives me a quick peck on my temple and pats my knee, closing the door behind him. I ran to put mom’s letter into the bin in my closet with all my precious letters, polaroids and other tokens of memories. Grab my already laid out school outfit and from my window; across the side yard of my best friend’s house, he flashes a flashlight to get my attention, holding a notebook to his closed window. I can barely see it as the sun is just barely breaking in the east, opening my window and leaning out of it. I think it says ‘Hurry up’ written on it with an annoying amount of exclamation points. I flip him the bird and he opens his window plastered with his mouth agape, and chestnut hair falling into his face.

“Hey Jo, that’s not very lady like!” He yells across the yard getting some attention from neighboring dogs that begin to howl in response.

“Well neither am I, Harrington! I’ll meet you downstairs in 30 minutes.”, “Wait-” he begins to say but I lean back into my room, shutting the crisp green and black tactile curtains before he can distract me further.

I look at my clock and it’s only 6:15, what a dewb he just wants to find a girl to make out with before Homecoming. I go into my bathroom taking a quick shower then blow dry and curl my honey colored hair like the other waitresses did. They did try to show me, but it didn’t end well. Contemplating simply putting it in a bun at the base of my neck out of embarrassment. I keep it and don’t even attempt eyeshadow, just because Madonna can pull it off does not mean I have the skill too. A shaky sweep of mascara basically lining my hazel eyes anyway and a very light coral lipstick. I accept this is the best I’m going to get this early in the morning, I race back to my bed to put on my outfit. Thank goodness I had already done the battle of what I was going to wear last night or else I wouldn’t have made it to school today. It’s simple: white converse, high waisted acid-wash jeans and a simple forest green top which to be fair was a little oversized. It was my mom’s when she was pregnant with me, so I’ll just needed to tuck some of the excess away.

It’s now 7:15, “Shit,” I grab my school bag and gym bag since I finally have to succumb to P.E after avoiding it freshman and sophomore year. I mean that’s when almost everyone is going through the depths of puberty and I did not want to smell or hear anything that would most likely be going on in the locker room during that time, let alone the upperclassmen’s most definite bullying the younger more awkward kiddo’s. I fit as a band kid instead, which was just a different type of awkward teenage phase. I hoped my band friend Robin would forgive me, I had to quit in order to fit P.E. Running down to the Kitchen where there are loving smells of breakfast and most importantly coffee.

“Dad, hurry and get your camera. Tradition! I’m already running 5 minutes later than when I told Steve.”

“I know the whole neighborhood heard you, here” he hands me a satchel and thermos. Grabbing his camera from the table, “Are you sure you don’t want to eat with me really quick?”

“I can’t, I’m so sorry, most definitely tomorrow. Come on.” I drag him out of the house by his arm, nearly stepping on Steve on the way out. He’s eating a breakfast sandwich on a sesame bagel, Dad no doubt gave him minutes earlier seated criss-cross on the stoop of our porch. “Hey watch it, Big Toe Jo.”

“Pick up your feet Stevie, it’s picture time!” Grabbing him too, moving all of us to the front of the garage like always. Only this year it’s open revealing the beautiful Chevelle, and a motorcycle.

“Surprise!!” they both exclaim, Dad getting a reaction photo and Steve with a mouth full of egg.

“I’m sorry, did I miss something here?” completely shocked at the gorgeous black and cedar colored 1982 Honda CB900c in the garage.

“Well baby you worked your ass off this summer and while I don’t want you taking her today, I thought you deserved something old and something new.” tears about to burst along with the earlier strings of emotions. Steve’s only solace is a thumbs up into a weird jazz hand towards the garage.

I speechlessly hugged Dad, “Is this why you were working doubles and overtime at RadioShack?”

“Yes, Stevo helped me fix up the car and then went with me to the shop. Helped me decide on the bike early this week while you were working and I was ‘sick’.”  He raised his head to look me in the eyes and making quote marks in the air. “Got it for a good superb deal from some guy named Rick with a lot of tattoos.”

“Holy Shit, thank you couldn’t have been a better surprise,” giving him one more tight squeeze before turning over to Steve and hitting him in the shoulder with a closed fist. “You suck so much Harrington, thank you.” He flashes a teeth filled grin, and motions over to the motorbike,

“Thank me? I’m best friends with the soon to be baddest B in Hawkins. No offense to you of course Mr. Newby, you will always be my numero uno.” Referring in his normal sarcastic tone.

“Yeah, yeah Stevo. Now one of you move the Chevy so we can do the normal picture before I become a sobbing mess.”  Steve backs very far away from the driveway as I run into the leather bent seats moving it out of the garage. One of them makes a joke about almost hitting them while the other laughs about how they were worried about me pulling forward and ruining the vehicle and house.

“Yeah, yeah shut up dorks,” I say walking to pull the garage door down. Steve walks up taking his spot next to me and I pull him closer by his waist, he laughs and puts his arm across my shoulders.

“Okay now one good smile and then you can mess around.” Dad starts posing us and making us laugh when he looks at his watch. “Okay last one and then I’m off to work!”

I look up at Steve and he makes eye contact with me. I feel the swirl of emotions begin in the pit of my stomach, his caramel eyes and their familiarity ease the tension. Smiling at each other the flash brings us back to reality, “Thanks for the breakfast Mr. Newby, I got a get going to scout out my potential girlfriend this year.” Steve waves at him and squeezes me into a side hug before running across our shared front yard to his car.

“For Pete’s Sake I’ve known you since before you existed, call me Bob!” laughing at the formality Steve had in the most recent years changed too.

“I’m so excited, I don’t have to have you or that dipshit driving me to school, work and any function now. But, maybe one last time Dad?” jingling the keys in front of him

“Of course, my baby girl.” getting in the driver’s seat, while I slid into the passenger seat slinging all my stuff to the back. We sat in silence for a little too long, “Hey Dad? You kind a have to start the car to take me to school.”

“Sorry sweetie, just the last time I drove this car was…” a single tear slid down his cheek, to which he quickly wiped away. “It’s a story for another time, today is a happy day.” he pulled himself out of it and breathed deeply, starting the engine with a fiery rev. “Oh Hawkins Highschool here we come!”

I crank the window down not caring if my hair gets ruined, not like it could get any worse. We pull into the school drop off lane, I get out quickly shutting the door.

“I’ll get Steve to drop me off at home,” I say to him through the window

“Okay but no biking until we get you a good fitting helmet Jo-jo. You’re all I got, okay?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, bye Dad.” I said waving away, and racing my sorry butt to the other side of the lot to find Steve’s car. I get cut off by another car nearly hitting me, honking annoyed at their own mistake I hear yelling from multiple parties. Mostly Steve, he walks over from his groupies sitting on the hood of his car to the vehicle in question banging on the hood that wouldn’t have killed me but definitely done damage.

“Hey, next time you’re gonna give road head, don’t do it near the student body, dumbass.” breaking contact from the clearly scared kids in the vehicle, “You okay Newby? Where’s your hot new ride?” I met him to walk toward his group of ‘friends’ he slung a arm around my shoulders walking me over, ”Oh I know, tradition-tradition blah-blah-blah”

“Shut up Steve, Oo! Who’s your first period?” I jabbed a finger in his side, before he leaned next to Nancy Wheeler also on his car.

“Oh hey you know Nancy right?”

“Yeah of course, Mike’s older sister.” She waved pleasantly at me, but I was pretty sure she didn’t really like me since I’ve been in High School. Steve was always at my beck and call when I needed him. It had ruined a lot of potential relationships for him, but this was fresh and new. Only starting because of a few house parties this summer. So maybe the majority of it was just childish jealousy, I did really enjoy hanging out with her friend Barbara every now and again. It might be critical now that Steve and Nancy are together? At least Steve’s trying to in his own words ‘Get some of that Wheeler’. Barb and I both enjoyed similar romantic books as well as dumb High School gossip when together. It was comforting to at least have one friend that wouldn’t give me the death stare or comment uselessly on random shit like many other assholes Steve tried to get me to be friends with or get with.

“Um, let’s see here Johnson for English. He’s also my homeroom teacher.” he folded the schedule back into his grey bomber jacket.

“Nice, I have Click for my Homeroom, but I will see you in Johnson’s and probably P.E.”

“Woah, Woah, Woah!” Tommy H said coming up for air from Carol’s lips, “You in PHYS-SIC-CAL Education? What has the world come too?”

“Shove it Tommy, you might be physical but I’ve not heard you say an intellectual thing since middle school. You get hair on your balls and suddenly bump down to two brain cells.”

“Hey Jo come one now. Cool it with the nut jokes, you know Tommy is sensitive about not having them since Carol took ‘em away.” Steve jokes alongside me and Nancy pinches his arm in protest.

“Bite me Harrington,” Carol grunts, putting herself back together.

“Only if you’re into it Carol,” He says, winking at her. Thankfully before another thing is said the warning bell rings, I see Barb coming to greet Nancy from the buses and a flustered Jonathan Byers screeches into the parking lot.

“Shit, I still have to find my locker and drop shit off. Bye guys, I’ll see you at lunch potentially?”  

“Yeah, yeah sure. See you soon.”

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful smelly teenagers, lousy teachers, and way too many hormones flowing around for me to do anything but watch the clock. And pray Midterms came sooner rather than later. Shutting my new locker grabbing the remaining textbooks to do homework, Steve slams on the lockers behind it causing me to jump.

“God, when is our next break?” he says, pinching his nose in frustration.

“Sometime after Halloween ya know? Thanksgiving ish.” I start towards the parking lot. He walks, slinging an arm over my shoulder, using it to hold himself up while being dramatic. “Don’t tell me you’re already failing now?”

“No but my attention span can’t take this, senioritis has set in. I want to relive the glory days.”

“First off we’re juniors, secondly glory days of what? Barely passing French, chemistry, English, any type of math really-” I started rattling on basically every subject I’d  ever had to brutally help him study for before he puts a hand over my mouth.

“Hey you don’t need to call me an idiot in so many forms, I would hope it’s obvious enough. And you don’t need to be smart to be popular, I have my boyish good looks and charm going for me and you have me. And that lovely brain of yours behind all that hair and papers you edit or write for spare cash.” I lick his hand to get it off of my mouth, at least it tasted like soap. “Ugh gross,” he wipes his hand on the top of my head. “Hey, do you want to go to the diner or the shop first?”

“Oh so you did strike out?” I turned to him walking out and opening the side door to the parking lot.

“Ha no!” He said unconvincingly, “Maybe I just wanted to hang out with my bestest friend. Ya’ know before sport try outs start.”

“Steve, that’s garbage, you play basketball and you’re always ditching me for some slut or popular groupy after taking me home. Why hang out with me on the first day of our Junior year?” you said it a little bit bitterly and matter of fact than you wanted too.

“Swim tryouts Josephine, duh. Why do you have other plans? Oh I know you’re hanging out with Byers or something? Taking ‘Photographs’ for the school paper.” He turned around walking backwards in the parking lot, winking at you as you walked together. “Wait I can do better, sucking face with a trumpet player or a cultist perhaps instead.” he stopped my hand from opening the passenger door.

“Steve, that’s mean. And he has a name, it’s Jonathan. He’s a very kind soul, Robin I haven’t spoken all summer. The only cult members I know of are the women fawning after you day and night.” I said quietly in defense, putting my best sympathetic face together tugging my eyebrows up and scrunching my forehead.

“Yeah okay, ha-ha but seriously. I know today is hard for you and I wanted to do something together. We never hang out publicly anymore without like a dozen chaperones.” he said, opening the door.

“And who’s fault is that?” He comes around and sits in the driver’s seat.

“Well don’t look at me, it’s not my fault you have a stick up your butt about fun.” I gasped exasperatedly, holding a hand to my chest.

“I DO NOT, that’s bullshit.” I yell outraged, in pout I buckle my seatbelt.

“Okay please, just one day? Not even the full day, it’s-” he grabs my wrist to check the time, “3:30 in the afternoon on a Wednesday. I have plans to go to a party this weekend and I kind a want to make it up to you now.”

“Oh so this is a ploy to cancel our double feature movie night Saturday then, well maybe you should just take me home Harrington. I don’t like people breaking their promises or tradition.” he groans into the steering wheel, starting the car in his whiny protest.

“Okay how can I make it up to you, I don’t want you to be angry with me. Especially because you have a sick new bike and I want to take a joy ride.”

“Right, you want forgiveness from me. I get one favor to cash in at any time, give me the light.” I put a hand out to him waiting for him to agree.

“You drive a hard bargain Josephine Newby, but deal I guess.” He reaches deep into his front pocket to grab the lighter we found years ago. Just a cute little memento of youth, each time we needed a favor or the other one was pissed, the coin would be tossed back and forth. I gave Steve the lighter last time for being late to his 17th birthday party. More like a birthday extravaganza, I helped clean up the house with him for hours afterwards so his parents wouldn’t notice when they came back from whatever the hell they were away for.

“Perfect because now I can babysit for Mrs. Henderson and get some cash this Saturday for a Halloween costume or ya know to pay the late fees on the movies I’ve rented like six times. Since no one asked me to Homecoming. I guess these things just work themselves out… Now ‘Onward shofar’, to whatever the hell you want to do I guess.” he rolls his eyes at the cleverly crafted deceit. I knew he didn’t want to miss our junior Homecoming but he’d always come over afterwards and hang out. Watching whatever was new at the video store I’d pick that year, exchanging tasteful gossip about the expensive party. I’d never been asked to Homecoming anyway, and it was weird for Steve to invite me to his ‘group’ in which everyone had a date.

“You know you can always come in my group plus Halloween isn’t for a couple weeks-” I cut him off by cranking up the radio, some random Tears For Fears song starts to play on the radio. I find it hilarious that this is the first station Steve has set playing. I need a helmet fitting me and another small one for a passenger. At some random car shop Steve takes us too, this was most definitely the people they got the bike from. They weren’t scary, surprisingly pretty nice for smelling like a whole lot of Mary Jane. They even started playfully smacking my head with the helmet on to insure it would stay put. We left after Steve’s stomach sounded like a rabid dog was about to escape his abdomen. The only woman in the shop rings us out we start to exit the garage,

“Hey don’t be a stranger, that bike is more impressive than your boyfriend-” Both of us chime in, cutting off the woman explaining the normal spiel of childhood friends and not dating. Steve put a little too much emphasis on ‘that would be weird’ and ‘we’re only childhood friends’ in a way that bothers me more than I care to admit, hopefully not enough for him to notice. Yeah, no way.

“That woman was funny,” he says on the way to the diner.

“Yeah… funny.” I wasn’t sure of my feelings for Steve, he was everything. And he knew everything, almost everything. Detached, trying to just disassociate from my stupid romantic feelings. There had been plenty already in the air today I couldn’t even begin to process.

“Hey Jo, you okay?” he asked, turning down the radio, and looking at me staring out the window. Trying to shake out of my haze, I turn my body back to him still gripping the helmet running my hands along it.

“Yeah it’s just been an eventful day is all. Tiring pretty much and I just have a lot of homework, reading and essays to start on already. It’s all over and underwhelming at the same time.” Pushing the hint to only potentially reach thru to his very thick skull, to maybe just go home.

“I know just the thing then,” he pulls into the diner parking lot and unbuckles himself. “Wait here, I’ll be right back. It’ll be quick I promise.” being left alone in his car I grabbed Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte from my book bag. Barb gave it to me in Advanced Physics today. Saying it changed the way she felt about familial ties and forbidden love even after great tragedy, I thought I knew that feeling. After about three chapters in Steve holds a milkshake in front of my face from the passenger side window making me jump out of my skin and snapping me out of a reading mojo.

“Jesus Christ Harrington, I could have injured your pretty face.” I say putting a photo in as the bookmark, taking the milkshake. It was strawberry, knowing each other since we were babies, it’s fitting we both could recite each other’s orders at every restaurant in town.

“With what Heathcliff’s vengeance, or the obliviousness of yourself while reading a pitiful romantic novella you and Barb trade like candy? You wouldn’t know romance if it hit you with a double-decker bus.” he slides in head first holding his milkshake and sets the bag of wonderful smelling food in between us. Starting the car and pulling out of the lot. I taste his shake and it’s classically chocolate.

“Yeah okay then says the boy who just got a chocolate milkshake, a known aphrodisiac.” rolling my eyes at him.

“Did you just speak Pig Latin? I don’t know what that means, use small words when speaking to me please.”

He’s driving out of town? Wait King Steve the one when simply looking at a girl her panties drop doesn’t know-, hang on too much is happening!

“You don’t know what an aphrodisiac is?”

What a cringey little boy.

“Why should I?” Looking at me with genuine concern, he pulls over on the shoulder of the highway near a random field.

“I mean, I would expect you of all people could at least speculate. At most, first though, why are we in the middle of farmland?”

“Oh you’ll see,” getting out to grab the door. Reaching over to grab the food he smells like a flowery kind of clean citrus. He pops back up out of the car and jesters for me to take his free hand with it outstretched.

“This isn’t the part where you murder me right? Because if so you’re a little too invested and childhood best friend would definitely be top list suspects.”

“Just shut your mouth and follow me. For once Sweetheart, just… Live a little.” He huffs, I stand taking his soft sturdy hand in mine. Using him to help me steady as we navigate through the mud. “It does kind a smell like cow shit but you get used to it as soon as you’re on the hill.”

“We’re on farmland. If it smells like gasoline or lilies I’d be a bit more concerned.”

“Can you be pleasant and not bust my ass for once, I’m trying to show you something important.” He stops his walking pace to step in front  and walk backwards facing me.

“Alright, I’m sorry Lover Boy.” I look into those beautiful eyes again and catch a glimmer of longing, getting completely lost in what I wanted to say. In response to his plea I push his chest lightly to get him to step back in line with my steps. “An Aphrodisiac is a substance like food, drinks or even some drugs that stimulate love senses.” I snicker at him.

“Love senses?” he questions, “That’s extremely vague. Oh look, we’re here just in time. Hurry up,” he skips over the hill near a large tree with tons of initials carved into it. Setting his jacket as a type of table for us to eat our dinner on. I couldn’t care less what else he did, I continued past him. Closer to the sunset, watching the sky in Hawkins and over the rest of the big, bright world fading into hues of different reds, oranges and gold. Seamlessly blending into the earth tones of rich browns, greens and pale wheat color of the land below. It brings the sense of insignificance and sadness across my mind side by side with the happiness of Steve bringing me here. I turn to him, mouth grossly full of burger and fries already. With tears wetting my cheeks, I boat a laugh at him as he finally realizes what’s happening.

“Oh hey, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I just wanted to share this place with you.” He wipes his hands and tries to stand, my hands outward stop him.

“No-no it’s not that, it’s perfect Steve. Really, no, all jokes aside.” you giggle at the ketchup on the side of his face. Sitting down to face him, I grab a napkin and wipe it off.

“Are you having, like, an aphrodisiac-tic feeling?” he chuckles

“God no, I can’t believe I’m still trying to explain this!” grabbing a fry from the greased baggy “the substance is to make you feel sexual stimulation, Steve…”

“Oh yeah, no, not here please. I worked very hard to unsure this stopped being a sex spot. Moved it to skull rock. The place you showed me, because it’s way prettier up here for people to just mindlessly be going at it.” I stopped eating, “Plus there’s no more room left on that tree, it kind a becomes pointless.” He gulps down some of the milkshake we’d now traded. Completely clueless to what just came out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” I ask him, my tone changing. He looks up from his half-eaten burger. It feel gross in my current position so I straighten my upper body, “You worked really hard to insure this stopped being a sex spot?! You brought me, your ‘best friend’ to an infamous sex spot to-too, Cheer Me Up?!” putting emphasis on those last words.

“Woah not like that! NO! I just really like it up here, I’m not trying anything.” He said in his own defense digging himself a slightly bigger hole, with his hands thrown out.

“Okay answer me this, do you or do you not have initials carved on the tree trunk? Hm?” Seething with quiet rage I haven’t noticed the closed fists at my sides, indenting small crescents into my palms. He opens his mouth twice like a gaping fish before answering me.

“I cannot confirm or deny that, because either way you’ll probably get more upset…” He doesn’t say it seriously enough, still trying to joke but also show he didn’t mean this to occur.

“Alright then, I’m honestly not really hungry any more knowing that I’m eating and most definitely sitting in someone’s fallen soldier juice.” I stood up, walking towards the direction we came. Hearing Steve mumble something and rustle paper bags behind as the sun is almost fully set, not making it dark but it is hard to see with the hill blocking out the remaining light over the farm. I have no idea which direction the car is, hearing him finally catch up a little bit, panting out “Look I didn’t mean to upset you, truly Jo.” He stops beside me leaning down to try and catch my eyes.

“Just please take me home now… I have homework to do.” I whisper at him not being able to look him in the eyes with fear of breaking right then and there with all the other thoughts.

“Yeah okay..” he said about reaching for my arm, stopping himself. It would have probably made things worse and he wasn’t about to take that risk. I walked behind him following at a distance to not step on his heels, as soon as I could see the car in sight I picked up pace to pass him before he got to the door. Sighing he walked around to the drivers side and unlocked it. Awkwardly sitting in complete silence on the ride back: no radio, no jokes, it barely felt like I breathed the whole car ride. Looking at my watch it was almost 8:30 now, it wasn’t pitch black out yet but definitely dusk everything’s shadow was just that much darker. My stomach stirred and cheeks heated yet again, Steve’s breathing was just that much more frustrating than his words on the hill.

He finally pulled up to our neighborhood, his house was always extremely well kept. His parents were never home though and Steve was an only child. It’s what we bonded over first, the pressures of carrying a family line or legacy of something you didn’t know was your responsibility until you had to grow up way too fast. Our home, even with both Dad and I doing our very best, had character. No fresh painted exterior, cracking fences accompanied with a squeaky porch and manual garage door that barely kept out the brisk winter air. With all its flaws it was a perfect reflection of my life, the inside was pristine and beautiful even if the outside was a little broken. The Chevelle wasn’t in the driveway yet, and only one car was in Steve’s driveway meaning that most likely both of his parents weren’t home to greet him.

He parked on the street behind your Dad’s everyday car he’s probably owned since getting his license at 16. I was quick to try and grab my stuff but a hand on my arm stopped me and a click of the doors locked, forcing me to look up at him, my face full of anger. What I saw instead were those chocolate locks brushed across his forehead, his eyes rimmed with redness and water narrowly escaping. It made my own tears fall again, I croaked out in the bitter silence something just as heartbreaking as the new uncomfortablity I felt towards him. “Please… Let go,” my sob letting itself be known. He forced a breath and a hard blink trying to get rid of the hurt in his face, it only let the tears fall on my arm. He wiped it gently away, with his thumb.

“What do you want me to let go of?” his voice clear just above a whisper, he stopped looking into your eyes and down to where he had wiped away his tears like it was his humanity wiped away as well.

“I-” I tried to find the words to tell him what was in my head, but nothing came out of my mouth.

“I’m not letting go of this, no matter what you or anyone else for that matter says.” I knew he didn’t mean my arm, but I couldn’t help letting go of my own feelings. Pushing them deeper so he wouldn’t feel guilty.

“Well, I will need my arm back eventually…” the slightest giggle passed through his touch like a wave of ease.  Not taking our eyes away where we met arm and hand, he slowly moved his hand. Shuddering as he intertwined his fingers with mine like a pulse we were sharing and couldn’t stop.

“I’m sorry…” He turned, unlocking the doors, keeping his hand intertwined, “I love you, Josephine. I should have been honest about what we were doing today instead of keep out stupid details or say things like ‘popular sex spot’.” He laughs at himself through the last tears that formed squeezing my hand three times. “I just miss the simple, of you and me against the world of untamable possibilities. I got nostalgic. And instead of including you as the other person, it was as an addition to my own bliss. Of what the ideal first day of school, so I’m sorry it ended with you, upset or uncomfortable.” His breathing began to ease the more he spoke. Only making it harder to shut him down, leave in a huff and not look back for a while. It was hard to stay mad at him for too long.

“Thank you… I’m sorry I didn’t let you finish your perfect first day in-style but instead in the car crying with me.” I shrugged off the embarrassment of earlier into the air, “I love you too.” We had said those words to each other countless times without hesitation but now, at this moment, the significance hit me like a ton of bricks. A flash of headlights broke us out of the trance that held steady with my new car, pulling into the small driveway. He let go of our hands, leaving the feeling cold and without. Craving his warmth,

“I can’t wait for you to pull up on that sick bike at school,” laughing as I grabbed my book bag. The porch light turned on, I looked at Dad waving brightly at the pair of us as he went inside. I opened the door of his BMW leaving the on lighter his dashboard, “We can call it even Stevie but, I’m the one who should feel bad about today. Goodnight.” I gently closed the door behind, walking into my home contemplating just how much to tell Dad about my day.

Steve watched as she walked away, her figure lit up by his headlights. At the way her messy brown hair shone gold underneath the harsh porch light a contrast to the fading white exterior. With a heavy sigh he grabbed the lighter, running it through the fingers of his hand he for a brief moment held Josie with. ‘I’m so stupid’ he thought to himself silently, keeping himself from scouring the side of her house to the window of her bedroom that she’d always kept open for him. When his parents started leaving him home alone for extended periods of time. All he wanted to do was hug her and whisper: How could she ever hurt him? How when making most decisions the voice of reason in his mind is more often than not her sweet melody? How he’d threatened too or did beat up any guy who talked about her in vulgar ways, how he wished so often that he could take away all the darkness she’d feel or thoughts plaguing her mind and explode them into a million pieces. Making them as forgettable as ashes in the wind. After what felt like a lifetime, the dim light from the nightstand lamp lit up the curtains of the room. He turned to grab his bag seeing something on the floor, she’d left the book in his back seat. Bound by brown leather, vines etched into it creating deep grooves for the gold stain to rest in them. He flipped it open to the page with the bookmark and it was a polaroid of her and him taken at some point this summer, sitting in his backyard by the firepit. Not remembering exactly who took it, he placed it back gently. Holding it close, smelling the faint perfume of the woody paper and her perfume. It was a bright citrus like grapefruit with floral rose and comforting cashmere blended together of a smell that was all to her. All to consuming for him. Slipping it into his bag to give it back tomorrow morning, her lamp turned off. And Steve walked into his dark empty house, with hunger. Not of food but something he wanted so deeply he didn’t even know how to pursue it without ruining everything. He immediately laid on his bed, just kicking off his shoes before remembering her comment about the potential seamen that probably littered the ground of his hidden spot on top of the world. His initials weren’t on the tree, not yet he wanted them to be next to someone unforgettable. He quickly found whatever pajamas he wore last night on the floor of his bedroom. He watched for her out his window and drifted into a deep sleep.

I hadn’t told Dad what happened the first day of junior year. Instead for a bit I went into the closet and added to the journal, talking to mom.

Well, I’ve done it again. I feel like anytime I’m around Steve everything could continue as friendly as possible, crash and burn in a millisecond or become the most cliché love story. Why did he help Dad pick out a Motorcycle? Which, yes I know you wouldn’t have let me ever get near if you were around. And helping him stage it and the car all before I was even ready for school. Yes we’ve known each other since birth and even before then you were best friends with his mother, before Dad too. I just didn’t know if you knew how close Steve and I have also become over the years, maybe even more so than you and Sandra..

September 14th, 1983

The whole rest of this week we’ve all been practicing's my skills on the bike. Steve being ‘Oh so scared’ he closes his eyes until we’re back around from the block. I haven’t even gone over 20 mph yet, he can be such a dork and he already failed his English midterm. Like he speaks English, how hard can it be? 

September 30th, 1983

Today was awkward, Steve is of course captain of the swim team this year as he has been the last two. And today is the first big meet, surprisingly Steve’s parents are in town but didn’t show. He ignored me for the majority of the meet, looking over to watch Nancy cheer him on while I helped time the opposing teams. He only gave me a thumbs up when he beat his 400 Individual Medley from last year. He still looked disappointed when he didn’t win against the other schools, but swimming was a personal achievement. Steve and Nancy after the meet ended up going to the diner together like we did every year after the first district meet. Leaving me to drive home alone, again.

October 15th, 1983

The last couple months have honestly been a blur. We never addressed, where dad got the money to buy me a new bike, why Steve is avoiding hanging out with me alone after our first day. It felt like a slap in the face that he really didn’t show up that Saturday at all but still continued his ‘after party’ without so much as a second thought about me. I’ve been hanging out with Dustin and his friends more often, at least when they play their dungeon and dragons game. Mike does a really good job at enticing you into the scenery of his imagination. More often than not Steve doesn’t hang out by my locker or our cars before or after school anymore. Like Nancy is this shiny penny he has to keep on this high pedestal. I’ve become desperate for any kind of human contact. I switched into Photography two weeks into the year because at least I could talk to Jonathan and still put something nice on my college applications.

God I don’t even know what I want to do in life let alone how to get through the rest of this year. Mom I miss you, you’d know exactly what to do. How I could combat my loneliness. I don’t feel like myself, I’m drowning in a pool of my own existential dread. The only things keeping my head above water are weekday babysitting of the kiddos, weekend shifts at the diner and my gpa not being able to hit any lower than 3.7-3.8… Who am I kidding I beat myself up about all that shit too. Not setting a good enough example for those boys, not even being a waitress yet just saying that so I’m not embarrassed, and I cried when I got one question wrong in Physics last week after working so hard on it. I’m almost 18 years old and have never been on a real date, never kissed a boy, or danced with anyone except Dad in the kitchen when he’s jamming out. Who can’t know about the things we talk about because he tries oh so hard to be the best man possible. And no one will ever be better than him at loving us, that’s for sure.

October 24th, 1983

Finished November 1st, 1983

So Steve and I made plans to study since his parents have been getting on his ass about his grades as of late. Not that it was anything new for Steve, it’s my job as a best friend to help him, right? Well, I waited at his doorstep for an hour. A whole hour before walking back over to my house, he didn’t pull into the driveway until 3 am. I didn’t even look at him at school today, he’d completely forgotten. It wasn’t until he was hanging around my car after school he noticed something wrong when I drove off without a word. Coming by my house earlier tonight, saying he forgot. That he can have plans with other people that conflict, that I was being unfair. Not even apologizing. So instead of the Halloween party I went trick-or-treating with the kids, and then we played D&D afterwards. I still don’t quite understand everything, which is a understatement I had to be helped constantly by Lucas. I had fun, true belly aching fun. Jonathan had picked up Will afterwards, asking if I’d like to join him for a movie he’d rented. We fell asleep on the couch with tummies full of candy as Double Exposure played in the background.

November 6th, 1983

Jonathan is nice but I don’t see love in his eyes like I did- do-. With Steve. He’s just such a nice friend, pretty awkward, not really a lot going on except dedication to photography and his family. It’s very nice to see that side of him whenever I go over to study, or when he drops Will off while he works. Sometimes I’ll see him when picking up Will to visit the arcade with all the other boys. Joyce has always been nice too, definitely better than Mrs. Sandra Harrington, which I know is hard to discuss with you since before you got sick she was your best friend, so much so you moved next to each other and had children around the same time. Maybe that’s why they both react differently around me, Joyce with guilt that I’ve never had a mom besides I guess Dad during hard times. While Sandra feels guilty that I’m here instead of you. Living and breathing while you’re in the cemetery with the majority of the rest of our relatives. Totally hinging in the other direction for Halloween I went trick-or-treating with the kids as a Zombie. Dad was his normal Count Dracula, for the kids like he is every year. It was pretty fun, we got lots of candy and I didn’t have to listen to Steve bitch about me not having fun at Tina’s dumb ‘annual’ party with Tommy, Carol and his girlfriend officially now Nancy Wheeler. I don’t even know what Tina looks like, I’m not sure I’ve actually met the chick.

Maybe I should start taking this with me again, writing as it helps me get the gross thoughts out. I can’t say out loud because I know somehow you’re out there listening to it. It’s now the beginning of November, so much random shit keeps occurring. I feel like the worst has yet to come. I just -

I continue to write whenever the feeling arises, sitting in the bottom of the closet which has most definitely not been clean at any point in my youth. I hear the window creak open out in the room. Slowly moving towards the door frame I crawl on my hands and knees to see what I heard. My heart beats a mile a minute there’s cursing and fumbling until I hear the larger thud of a person. Nearing the edge of the closet with its overhead light being the only light pouring into the room. I look to see Steve in a sweat stained tee shirt and shorts getting up from where was lying on the floor where he fell from the window sill. Relieved it was just this dumbass and not a burglar. I stand up to see what exactly is going on. Checking the alarm clock as I pass, it’s 12:30 am on November 7th, 1983. Steve whips his head up to look at you in his crouched position, is he drunk?

“Harrington what the hell is wrong with you, it’s extremely late on a school night.” He breathlessly grabs my arms to help himself up, pulling me into chest to chest contact after he’s completely standing.

“Sorry Sweetheart, I just had a weird feeling that I needed to see you before you went to bed.” The liquor smell was practically laughing in my face, Steve was using me as his only means of staying upright. How he managed to climb up the side of the house will be a mystery.

“Okay Stevie, you’ve seen me now, maybe you should go home and wash off some of that booze.” leading him toward the bedroom door. He sinks down into the floor like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.

“No, I can’t walk any further than this room. It’s not fair to Jo, that I’m an asshole for ignoring her. I gotta tell her what’s really on my mind before I can leave.”

God he’s incredibly toasted.

“Please help me find her, I just want to give her a big ol’ hug and get back to the way things used to be. Because if I’m being honest not even my own parents,” he said pointing towards his house, “Can keep me in as much check, or even care to really.” making the sign of a check mark with his hands.

“Hey Steve.” I kneel in front of him, “WHaT?!” He asks with no volume control, “You’re talking to Josephine right now, I’m her…” He lifts his head with a bounce of his neck, looking me up and down. Cracking a huge smile to complement his blown out pupils.

“Holy shit, I’m a genius. I’m going to throw up now.” I grab the trash can from under my writing desk quickly, right as he dumps a majority of his stomach contents into it. In awe of processing exactly what’s happening.

“Hey Jojo? Are you alright in there?”  Dad asks from behind the closed bedroom door.

“Yeah I’ll be fine,” trying to sound as weak as possible, thinking he might buy that Steve isn’t actually drunk in my room with the door closed.

“Okay just make sure Steve doesn’t fall out the window tonight. There’s alka seltzer in the guest bathroom.” He had freakishly good hearing. Not that Steve was making it super hard for him to hear but still.

“Thank you, I love you. Goodnight Dad.”

“Goodnight my LoveBug and Queasy Stevey.”

“Uhhhrg” was all Steve could muster to stay his head still dipped into the trash can.

“Hey Steve, I’m going to start you a bath… Help you burn out the last of that alcohol poisoning. Okay?” He brings a shaky hand up, sinking back onto his heels cradling the trash can. “Good man, just don’t puke on the bed please.” I started the water for him, adding peppermint and lavender. An odd combination for some but I hoped it would clear him out a little and relax him enough to just fall asleep on the rug. Strangely I didn’t hear him enter the bathroom until he’s breathing heavily on my neck,

“Jo,” I turned around, “Why do you give such a shit to a shit-shit like me?” it was the clearest thing he had said in awhile. I had to suppress a giggle because this was clearly bothering him,

“I don’t know, maybe it’s because I love you a lot.” I said to the very giddy and sensitive boy in my bathroom. This hadn’t been the first time he was so inebriated he came over here instead of sneaking past his parents room, when they were home. Yet it was the first time I’d felt annoyed by it, always keeping the window open for the hope Prince Charming would come through and steal me away from whatever reality. Now instead I have a 17 year old toddler standing in front of me, no one else he could go to when he’s in this dark place. Even his own girlfriend,

“Yeah right,” he said before he started undressing, the shirt first to go as he made his way towards the bathtub.

“Yeah, nope! I’m out there’s towels in the cabinet above the toilet.” I go downstairs grabbing a cup of cold water with the alka seltzer Dad was talking about, along with some old clothes Steve had left here and a couple aspirins for both me and him. I opened the door slightly to just set them on the bathroom counter and heard a relaxed thank you from beyond it.

Exhaustion from working all took its toll so I finally laid down in bed under the covers, setting the alarm for a little earlier to help him sober up sooner rather than later before school tomorrow. I dozed off, only waking up slightly to a creak of my bathroom door opening and closing. And the weight slumping on the bed next to me, he started playing with my hair tenderly as my back was turned. He must have thought I was asleep, he leaned over shuffling to get under the covers. Stopping again to gauge if I was asleep as he kissed along my temple “Thank you Sweetheart.” It made my heart skip a beat, hearing light snoring not long afterwards. Thoughts swirled my awake mind for what seemed like hours afterwards, the kiss burned hot on my skin.

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hi there can you do a switch eddie w degrading kink and like really prolong the suspense

Fortunate Son (Eddie Munson X FemHenderson!Reader)

Summary: After years of mutual avoidance, now that your brother is in high school and already a registered nerd. It was only a matter of time before you came head to head with the self-proclaimed Hot and Dangerous Dungeon Master. Only you wish it could have been slightly different circumstances. 

Characters: Eddie Munson, Henderson Reader, Dustin Henderson, Claudia Henderson, Mike, Lucas, Max, Robin Buckley, Garrett Emerson, Steve Harrington, mentions of Billy Hargrove, Nancy Wheeler, the rest of Corroded Coffin and Hellfire. 

Authors note: Soo Enemies to Lovers? Because I can work with that. Lmk if you'd like a part 2 in the future! I hope it was worth the wait, I'm so sorry!

Warnings/Tags: ANGST/SMUT (minors din!!!)/FLUFF, Season 3/4 spoilers, name calling, handjob, thigh riding, language, degrading, praise. Switch Eddie because duh. Time-Skips, Dustin needing a freaking break. Nightmares, Death, family trauma, underage drinking, Claudia being the most hard working mama ever! Reader is alluded to big slightly bigger than Eddie.

"Dustin!" you said banging loudly on his bedroom door,

"Jesus, What?!" He said groggy and annoyed, voice doused in sleep.

"We're gonna be late again shithead!" you yelled bringing your fists to the door again in fury.

"Hey! Watch your language young lady." your mom scolded from her coffee cup in the living room.

"Sorry mom!" you said peeking out of the hall, Dustin opened the door hands full and threw a hat atop his messy curls. "Hurry up, I'll be waiting in the car. You're not making us late again."

“You’re such a bitch in the morning.” he grumbled under his breath only loud enough for you to hear.

“MOM! How come I got in trouble for swearing, when he just called me a bitch?”

“Did not!”

“Did too, your pants are on fire!” You scream back at him

“Dusty, apologize to your sister and go to school.”

“I’m sorry.” Dustin rolled his eyes, buttering his toast.

“For?”

“For you being a bitch.” He said forgetting Mom was listening, until she rose from her chair in the living room.

“Dustin John Henderson!”

“Shit-, sorry Mom. I’m gonna make us late again at this rate. Love you!” He said pushing both of you out the front door.

“I should make you ride your bike if Mom wouldn’t take my keys and make me too.”

“Yeah-yeah, you’re all bark and no bite Y/N.”

“What’s up your ass this morning?” You say adjusting your seat belt and tuning the stereo to play a quiet 1970s rock station.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay-, Is everything okay with you and Suzie?” He nodded, hands fidgeting in his lap adjusting his Star Wars shirt. “You got a test coming up Thursday in Science are you-?”

“Jesus, Y/N I’m fine, I swear I can handle it.” Dustin interrupts, turning his head to watch the trees as you enter Forest Hill Trailer Park. Max sitting on her steps as she did every Monday, her nose buried in a book only looking up to watch your car pull around. She smiled sleepily, walkman on her hip and no car in her driveway. Her mom must have worked overnight, that’s at least what she tells you.

“Morning sunshine.” You greet her as she opens the door behind your seat,

“Morning Hendersons, how was your weekend?” She asked shuffling to put her book away and latch the seatbelt.

“Good, you?”

“Better.” She smiled weakly, your eyes flickered to the rearview mirror. Taking note of the ever darkening circles under her eyes. A loud bang of a car backfiring shook all of you until your eyes landed on a white van, sputtering to life across the street. Shaking with the thrum of metal music, before it whirled out of the park. Looking at the time it was quarter-till, you muttered a profanity under your breath driving to the school. The two kids quickly jumped out of the car when you put it in park. Dustin ran over to join Mike and Lucas, while Max moved her headphones over her ears and went straight for the main entrance. You caught her arm on the way in.

“Hey, Max! We um packed you a lunch, I haven’t seen you in the cafeteria since well actually I’ve never seen you in the cafeteria.” you said sweetly holding out the crumpled brown bag that was similar to your own. Before she could express her gratitude Robin looped her arm in pulling you into the school. Max took the opportunity slip away from you,

“Morning hot stuff, what’s on the agenda today?”

“Something is wrong with the kids, I don’t know, I just have a funny feeling.”

“Well that’s not very hot, in like what way because when Steve is really upset I just slip some Laxatives in his apple juice and-”

“Ew no Robin, like Dustin is just acting distant and Susan wasn’t home again this morning.” She stops you in front of the band room as several other students shuffle inside,

“Maybe ask Nancy? You know sister to sister shit.”

“Mike and her have never been as close as Dustin and I, I doubt she knows anything.”

“Well there is one other person they’ve been around a lot-”

“Hell no, I’m not talking to Munson. He’s such an ass.”

“And you know that ‘cuz?”

“I have a good intuition and Billy used to buy weed from him. I never liked the way they talked to each other. He’s not a good influence on Dustin.”

“And Steve ‘Pantie Dropper’ Harrington passes in your book?” the warning bell rings above Robin as someone shoves you from behind, knocking your front into her.

“Hey-” You turn your eyes to the words Megadeth with demonized cherubs surrounding the band's notable skeleton and a red guitar pick covering the ‘a’. The movement of his chest breaks your trance looking up to Eddie Munson, bottom lip bitten between his teeth. Hiding the obvious smirk plastering his features, you were staring.

“Hello, you look extremely familiar.”

“I don’t have the energy for you to be an imbecile, you know exactly who I am.”

“Didn’t want to start the week with such malice, but if you insist.”

“Wait-.” You sigh deeply through your nose walking towards him, he doesn’t stop for you to catch up. Disappearing into a nearby classroom is one of many attempts to talk to Eddie. Asking one of the other Hellfire kids, a guy named Jeff, to arrange a deal with him since you couldn’t find a time Dustin was ever away from Eddie. You tell the boys to wait for you, that you have some extra credit to pick up after school. Max would take the bus or skate home if you weren’t already sitting in your car for them, not wanting to bother anyone. Fidgeting as you wait for the last bell to ring, you and Eddie shared this class Senior Speech. With many other seniors, most of them from various sports teams. It was an easy A class and they typically had to travel for any real competitions. The bell rings, you are the first up and out into the parking lot, watching to make sure no one is following you into the woods behind campus. You heard other long strides in the crunched leaves of the forest floor from a safe enough distance. Your heart banging against your chest, the last time you were in woods like these was after a demogorgon ate your mom’s cat. Being thrown into the supernatural world your brother had been dealing with alone for over a year, since you moved back home. At some point in your walk you find the tiny clearing with a worn picnic table carved with various letters and hearts. Running your fingers along them, the wind picks up for you to cower into the neck of your thin jacket. 

“I knew you’d track me down to admit your feelings sooner or later.” Eddie comes out of the trees, metal lunch box in hand, the other tucked away into the front pocket of his black Levi’s.

“In your dreams Munson.”

“That's where you’re wrong, only in my worst nightmares.” You feel a pinch deep in your chest when he says it, your face contorting in a pained expression. Eddie’s face softens his mouth open and closes like a fish gasping for air.

“Look I’m not here to buy, okay, I need to know what’s happening with my brother.”

“I’m solely here to make some money, so if you’re not paying this whole thing is over. You can harass and haggle me another time.” Eddie turns to walk away,

“God would you stop walking away from me! I’ll pay you, and I don’t need whatever you were going to sell me. Give it to some other schmuck.” You scold palms coming to the hollows of your eyes in frustration, 

“Relax, Priss. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know your brother.”

“Yes you do, are you blind and stupid?”

“Clearly because I don’t even know your name!-” He matches your tone, by barking back.

“Wait- seriously.”

“Yeah you’re not so important that everyone in Hawkins knows who you are and why you’re hounding me. The clearly labeled, School Freak.”

“I just thought, ya’ know since you were friends that Billy told you. Or-or since we share half of the same classes you would have caught on eventually.”

“I wouldn’t call what Billy Hargrove and I had anything more than outlets of frustration. And I’d rather not be that way for someone else who will fucking toss me aside. Now if you excuse me you’ve wasted at least ten minutes of my time, and sucked about 5 years of my life from the air.” You stand, coming face to face with the boy in pure rage. Fisting the collar of his jacket in your hands, brushing along his jaw with prickly stubble as his breath catches in his throat. Face contorted in surprise, and pupils blown wide they could swallow his chocolate covered irises.

“Fuck you! If I hear you do one bad thing around or with Dustin, or any of those kids I will personally bury you six feet under.” You look at your hands pushing him back and briskly walk back to your car.

“Way to leave a man with more questions, Priss!” Eddie called at your back, you wiped the tears biting into your cheeks with the fall breeze. 

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"Oh hey mom, don't forget I'm hosting the Hellfire Club meeting this Friday." Dustin said through a mouthful of meatloaf.

"Nerd-" You laughed under your breath,

"Priss-"

"Excuse me?! Where did you hear that from?" You slammed a hand on the table enough to get a warning look from behind her glass of water. 

"It's what Eddie calls you sometimes." Dustin said plainly,

"Well Eddie can shove-"

"Okay kids! I'm working that evening so Y/N you'll have to stay home and make sure they don't cause any trouble." Your mom interrupts before more can be said,

"What they’re Dustin's friends, how's that fair?"

"I won't allow all those rowdy teenage boys here unless you or me is present. So you both best figure this out amongst yourselves, Dustin your dish duty."

"But Mommmm-" You whine and groan into your hands,

"No butts only dishes, now I'm going to watch Jeopardy while you finish cleaning up." She pushes in her chair, as you and Dustin eye her plate. Both reaching out to run it into the kitchen, you succeed walking away.

"Y/N-" Dustin begs

"No." You are muffled by the sounds of running water as you scrape the scraps off the two plates.

"No? What do you mean no?"

"No, I'm not going to wait on your friends during my weekend off. No, there's nothing you can do to convince me because I don't like them and I have my own plans that Friday." You lie through your teeth not making eye contact as he leans against the counter next to you.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do instead?"

"Things." You quip back,

"Yeah? Like what?"

"I have friends."

"Y/N all of your friends are my friends." Dustin laughs plopping his plate on top of the things you're rinsing, causing you to turn to his lop-sided grin.

"Not true-"

"Well I bet I can convince you by... I don't know. I will do the dishes for the rest of the year." You contemplate the temptation, wondering exactly how far your baby brother is willing to go.

"Hmm, keep talking."

"And I'll rent whatever movie you want to watch that night, and-and clean up after." He bargains,

"And?"

"And we'll stick to my room and the table."

"Why would they be in your room?" You ask him with a laugh, packing away the leftovers in tupperware to have later in the week.

"Because it's a stay over campaign, we start Friday night and finish Saturday."

"Hell no. No, I'm not sleeping around several horny teenagers that stink up the house. A wall, being the only thing separating me from the Neanderthals' you call friends. I already had to convince Mom you weren't actually worshiping the devil and lying that Eddie Munson isn't a criminal and a bad person." You whisper the last sentence to not arouse suspicion, there were plenty of things Claudia Henderson was blissfully unaware about and you were determined to keep it that way. Even adopting Tews a cat with the personality of the meatloaf you tried to cover with an intense amount of gravy to make palatable.

"He isn’t. You're only a criminal if you get caught and you have no proof he even sells shit. It's all in your head, Y/N. Just like everyone else in the school you’re judging him on his metal exterior." Not wanting Dustin to be fully aware of your escapades in your early high school career you decide to let it slide this time.

"Yeah so I'll say it again, there is nothing you can do to convince me to stay." You walk towards your bedroom at the end of the hallway, only to be stopped with arms around your waist holding you to them.

"No wait! Please, please Y/N. I really want to do this, I'll do whatever you want, promise.  Mrs. Wheeler is hosting her book club that night and the Sinclairs are going to some weird uncle's house. I’m the only new member that hasn’t hosted yet, I’m the only option here. Just one night of your lonely existence, before you move super far away for College and I don't see you everyday. Again." You squeeze the hands crossed along your stomach, lovingly. Little did he know you would never leave him, not like Dad did. Never again, he was the reason you moved back home. To Hawkins, and why you would never share what happened when you did live apart. You couldn’t be the one to leave first, Dustin deserved college a life away from this scary place. And you’d watch from the sidelines, waiting for him, taking care of mom so he could live the life you weren’t made for. You didn’t even want to fill out the applications, you didn’t work hard enough for a scholarship anyway.

"You'll do dishes." You ask, turning around to look at him glossy eyed.

"Yes." He nodded eyes on the ground,

"And I get free food, and a movie." You tip his hat back in fondness. 

"Yes and we won't bother you, I swear."

"Ugh fine. Whatever happened to the dorky little brother that worshiped the ground I walked on?"

"He had to grow up too fast."

"Awe Dusty, hey. I swear, I will willingly be here as your friends destroy the house when mom's not here. As long as you're happy." You pull him into a bear hug, one strong enough to knock his hat and ensure giggles from him.

"Okay." He squeezes you back.

"And do the dishes." You whisper into his shoulder,

"Shut up, you're ruining the moment."

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Knocking at the door interrupts your quiet reading, lounged on the sofa. Music loud enough to distort Dustin's voice when he calls from the kitchen. "Y/N!" He yells over the music.

"What?!" You yell back at matched intensity. 

"Please get the door, my hands are full."

"Ughhhhh," You begrudgingly swing your legs off the couch, rising to go over to the door. Unlocking the deadbolt, "I wasn't supposed to have to do anything." You tell Dustin as you swing the door open, your back half-way turned.

"You do things for other people? Shocker." Eddie says from behind you, a large bag slung over his shoulder. Nose tinted pink from the brisk air, lining Hawkins with a mild frost. Behind him are the merry band of misfits he had collected over his extensive stay at Hawkins High School.

"Someone took off your muzzle? Unbelievable." Before Eddie could open his mouth in defense, the other boys pushed past him to get inside. You move into the entrance of your hallway, each greeting you going to drop their stuff off in Dustin's room. Where Mike and Lucas led the other three boys in Eddie's posse.

"Why do you hate me so much? I mean I enjoy our banter more than anyone but when I think about it. I can't quite remember why we became this way in the first place."

"Why do I hate you? You're turning my younger brother to the dark side, along with his very impressionable friends. They've been through too much-"

"That's it?" Eddie cut you off too quickly and nonchalantly for your efforts in practicing to confront him over the years.

"Pfft no." You said crossing your arms over your sweatshirt that while standing covered the shorts you wore, getting too hot under the collar at Eddie’s intense gaze.

"Okay well, when you actually have a reason. Let me know." He winks at you shifting his bag over his broad shoulder better, brushing against your side as he passes you to Dustin's room.

"That right there!" You point at the back of his head, Eddie turns on his heel in the narrow hallway. Cocking his head to the side, his hair free flowing to expose the length of his neck. "That tacky male bravo, it's like you're messing with me every chance you get."

"Y/N, I know I'm irresistible. You don't have to play coy."

"You are an asshole. A pompous shithead."

"Fine, here I'll make you a deal, Miss Priss." His free hand adorned with rings you'd never seen him without brushed a stray strand of hair off your shoulder. "I promise not to tell anyone the way you squeeze your thighs together when we argue. Or how your pupils dilate every time you see me. For a favor-."

"You're such an-"

"Loser? Yeah, I can't wait for you to start sneaking me around, realizing how you crave my company. I wonder what you think about, is it my hair? My lips, or maybe my hands?" He wiggles his fingers, placing his hand on the wall next to him. Closing the two of you into your own bubble of heat, and you were very willinging to play a game.

"If you want me," you say to Eddie leaning into his tease, tracing the outline of his face with your eyes. "Come get me." Eddie's throat bobs looking in your eyes waiting for the punchline or hesitation. 

"You really think, I'm dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?" Eddie laughs off your advance, shaking his head and backing away from you. “You’re a tease.”

“Oh if only you knew Munson, if you only knew.” You say this time knocking your front into his shoulder so much he fists his hand to avoid touching your bare thighs. “Try not to be up too late, you need all the beauty sleep you can get.” You whisper against his neck, his breath catches and his eyes widen as he greets your brother down the other side of the hallway. You lock your door, slinking to the floor with your back up against it trying to understand what just happened. When you hear the phone ringing from the kitchen. 

“Y/N! It’s Robin.” He yells at you,

“Okay one second!” You yell back, listening to the whispers from the hallway. ‘Do they ever stop yelling?’, ‘It’s just how they communicate.’ You take the opportunity to slide off the sweat shirt, adorning yourself in one of Billy’s old crop tops you’d taken in the mists of Susan and Max being evicted. Showing a thin line of midriff and the curve of your hips, walking down the hall in sock clad feet. All the boys stop to watch you walk into the kitchen having to weave around Eddie’s pushed out chair, as his eyes take in your frame and the new expansion of skin you had exposed. Dustin hands you the phone and you miss Robin’s greeting as he tells them.

“Hey eyes off my sister, she’s off limits.” He points to all of them opening his notebook, sitting to the right of Eddie’s Dungeon Master screen.

“Hey, Girl Henderson!” You hear Robin call from the receiver,

“Oh hey sorry, just a little distracted.” You apologized, turning away from the boys, far more interested in the bowl of chips on the counter.

“Yeah-Yeah anyway are you coming?”

“Where?”

“To Vicki’s party? She invited me and I got nervous and asked if you and Steve could come too.”

“Right now?” You whisper, covering your adjacent ear while Eddie introduces the one-shot.

“No next year, yes! Right now, Steve’s on his way to pick me up then-”

“Robs I can’t. I promised my mom and Dustin I would stay home tonight. Just go with Steve. I’m sure he can keep himself busy while you woo Vicki.” You cut her enthusiasm short, untangling the phone cord between your fingers. Whispering so none of the boys could hear you, Dustin already knew Robin’s secret. Just due to them staying with you for a minute after starcourt, he had asked Steve and Robin if they were dating and well you can only say your just friends for so long when you do everything together.

“Please Y/N, two hours. Wait one! Your Mom will never find out, you’ve kept bigger secrets from her.” You knew Robin wasn’t lying, and the boys would be too engrossed in their game to even notice your absence. You were only going to do some homework and go to bed anyway. Dustin might even appreciate the empty house.

“Okay but if I get caught sneaking out you and Steve need to give me rides until I’m ungrounded. Which could very well be for life.”

“That’s a sweet deal, babe. We’ll be there in 20, look hot. Maybe we can snag you some fresh meat too.”

“Bye Buckely.” You hang up the phone, writing down Vicki’s phone and address and a small note for Dustin. Walking out into the dining room Dustin had spent the last two days working on. Ruffling his hair to his disgust and placing the note on his notebook.

“I’ll be back, it's a Buckley-Harrington emergency, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“What about Mom?” He whispered back, eyeing Eddie in his peripheral. 

“Mom won’t know, just how she doesn’t know about-”

“Anything you need to share with the group, Y/N?” Eddie asks, interrupting Lucas’ turn.

“Mind your business, thanks, this is my house.” You sneer, gripping Dustin by the shoulders.

“Okay, go before it's my turn!”

“Love you, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! House is girl free!Have fun, gentlemen and Munson.”

“Ha ha, very cute Y/N.”

“I know.” you smile, walking into your room. Throwing your closet open, looking through a great deal of clothes not quite finding anything you deemed party attire. Instead you simply settle for some jeans and a burgundy scallop edged sweater, lacing your chunky boots and adding a leather jacket to tie them together. For makeup you add a swipe of vibrant yellow shadow on your eyelids and smoke it out with a coal liner. With a muted pink lip the same color as your cheeks, letting your hair out of it clip to rest along your shoulders. There’s already honking from outside the house, grabbing your wallet and racing out your room. Hitting Eddie straight in the chest on his path down the hallway, he pauses watching you walk away. You wave to the boys before opening the door seeing Steve’s burgundy BMW waiting in your driveway. Robin flagging you down from the passenger seat, you were in for a long night.

Unlacing your left boot to grab your house keys, still definitely feeling the effects of drinking jocks under the table and winning at beer pong. You finally get the key in the hole which was hard seeing as there were three, unlocking the door and stepping out of your loud boots on the way in.

“I’ve been waiting a while.” Eddie says from your Mom’s armchair startling you, with Tews in his lap and reading your discarded book from earlier. The light of the TV is the only thing illuminating the high points of his face, shadowing his dark eyes peering through his wispy bangs. Making him look especially menacing and attractive. 

“It’s three in the morning.” You grumble holding your shoes with the hand your watch is on, accidentally dropping one to the floor. Shushing yourself as you bend over to pick it up, stumbling slightly. Eddie jumps up, catching your elbow and pulling you up to meet his eyes.

“I know, I told Dustin I’d make sure you got home safe.” He grits through his teeth, in a whisper.

“Well look at you doing something nice for me.” You giggle, shrugging out of his warm hand tossing the other shoe away with more kindness.

“I did it for him. What were you thinking?” He scolds, looking to the hallway where all the boys were fast asleep. The room spins as you look up at Eddie, smiling as butterflies fill your stomach. Running a clumsy hand along his cheek to brush his soft curls back.

“I’m thinking-” The butterflies nearly escape as you cup a hand over your mouth running to the kitchen to the empty sink. Colors of the night's endeavors spilling from your stomach, you feel a hand run through your hair picking it up from the sweat coating the nape of your neck. You grip the porcelain tightly, turning on the cold water to wash the sick away. The room stopped spinning and there was one of everything, thank God Dustin did the dishes.

“Better?” He asks next to you, twisting the hair in his grasp. 

“Yeah, better.” Your eyes droop as you cup some water into your palm bringing it to your lips, cooling the burn in your throat.

“You should go lay down.”

“Don’t tell me what to do. I don’t need to go to bed, I’m not tired.” You bite back, turning to look at him. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, Eddie just watches as neither of you pull away.

“Do you want me to change that?” He whispers, pulling the strand of hair he missed behind your ear. Your fit of giggles turns into a sad mewl, turning your body towards his. 

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“I’m always nice to you sweetheart.” He angles his head to brush against your neck, inhaling and exhaling hot breaths into your hair. “You told me to come get you, that's what I plan to do.”

 You preen into his touch, latching onto his arm to pull him closer. He stops, pulling away from you to turn off the water. Whimpering, when he steps behind you the heat of his body radiating along your spine.

“Eddie… Please.”

“No, not tonight I think. You should go to your room, your mother will be back soon.”

You wake up the next morning, to a crowd of laughter and the smell of bacon. Your trash can close to your bed, a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin calling your name from the nightstand. You groan as the last night's gestation craned your body to stretch, you aren’t wearing any pants as you rise from the comforts of your bed. Looking closer in your bedroom the jacket you wore is carefully draped over the desk chair. The covers were pulled delicately over your body, an assortment of knocks rattles your bedroom door. Sending a strike of pain along your temple in response, flinging yourself over to the door. Opening it to find Dustin already dressed for the day’s game. 

“Y/N, we need to talk.” he pushes his way into your room.

“Please let yourself in, why don’t you.” You laugh leaving the door open just a hairline crack.

“Hey this is serious, I just-. I have this gross feeling there’s something going on between you and Eddie.” You bark out a laugh, covering the blush in your cheeks.

“Dusty, come on. We’re horribly mean to each other, the only thing we have in common is you for Christ's sake.”

“Swear?”

“I act way nicer to Steve and we’ve never made a move on each other. Because you asked us not to and he is off doing his own thing.”

“But that’s what you’re doing, you act like you two don’t care about each other. All aloof and then in a week I’ll find you sucking face in the back of his van.”

“If you are worried about us Dustin, why did you let him stay up until I got home?” You went to the water and aspirin taking two, downing the cup of water to race them.

“What are you talking about? Eddie was the first to fall asleep last night. You could’ve confused him with maybe Robin or Steve even.”

“Um, I think I know who I was talking to last night.” You laugh, digging through your dresser for a pair of sweats. 

“Fine, say that it was Eddie, regardless I don’t want you to date him.”

“I’m not going to date him, but have him stop putting the moves on me.” 

“He said you keep flirting with him.” Dustin says from his spot on your bed, kicking the trash can that was in the way.

“What are you, playing anti-matchmaker? Look, any kind of attention Eddie consumes because before Hellfire he was just as lonely awkward teenager like the rest of us. Now he’s an adult and still playing with teenagers. Trust me when I say, I’m not trying to ‘get with’ Eddie Munson. Is that enough to convince you?” You say so quickly you run out of breath, Dustin doesn’t look very convinced.

“Okay, if you say so. Mom is making breakfast, she wanted me to get you.”

“Yeah okay let’s go, do I look hungover?” You say putting your hair up and wiping sleep from your face.

“No Eddie told her you had the stomach flu.” He says walking to the kitchen, you cock your head to the side in confusing.

“Morning’ sleepyhead!” Your Mom says, placing an ungodly stack of pancakes in the center of the table. “How are you feeling?” She says rounding the dining room to come feel your forehead,

“Better, thanks Mom.” You smile weakly, accepting her morning embrace. She’s still wearing her work clothes.

“Hey where’d Eddie go?” Dustin asks snatching a pancake to layer on his plate, you hear his voice before seeing him come from the hallway.

“Sorry, I got pancake batter all over my shirt.” He says clapping Dustin on the back, walking past you in the kitchen. Keeping his head low so you were unable to make eye contact with him. He’s wearing a long sleeve rolled up to the elbows, showing off his arm tattoos with fingers bare without his signature rings. He fumbles with the cabinets looking for something, the smell of coffee entices you to follow. Definitely not the way his shirt rides up showing the dark happy trail disappearing into his sweatpants. Or how low they were on the dips of his hips. You walk over next to the sink, opening the cup cabinet, getting yourself and him a mug. He watches as you walk over to him, handing him the Winnie the Pooh mug.

“Winnie the Pooh, huh?” He asked unamused. 

“Sorry.” You say, trying to take it back by the handle in your hands. He stops you, holding it out of your reach. “I didn’t mean to emasculate you, by handing you a beloved childhood bear inspired coffee cup.” His face doesn’t change, not even a chuckle as he reaches over to pour himself a hearty cup.

“It’s okay, nothing you haven’t done before. But hey, I should be grateful for any attention I get right?” Your heart drops into your stomach, sinking deep into the pit of acid as he says it with bitterness. Like venom was dripping from his tongue, but his eyes never faltered as he watched you. 

“Eddie I didn’t mean-”

“What you didn’t mean to what? Finish that thought Y/N, because I think I know exactly what you’re going to say.” He gulps down a large portion of the bronze liquid,

“Oh you do huh? Then what about last night? Did you mean that?” You spit back, only your voice was smaller than you wanted it to be.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” He taunts, nostrils flaring in anger. You shake your head confused, opening your mouth to speak.

“Hey honey, I’m going to bed now.” Your Mom says, peaking around the corner, “Thank you for your help this morning making breakfast Eddie. Finally, a meal that’s edible in this house.” She boasts, earning her a blushing smile from Eddie turning to her. Your insides twist in jealousy, as he speaks to her in a kind and gentle tone like he did when you were sick. It seemed like eons ago.

“Of course, it was my pleasure Mrs. Henderson. My uncle’s place doesn't have quite the space for something so elaborate.”

“Please just call me Claudia, you’re welcome anytime. It is very nice to finally meet you and your club. Dustin and Y/N bicker about you all the time.” His laugh coated in sugar as he giggles into his coffee cup.

“Mom-.” You chastise, setting your cup on the counter next to you.

“You don’t say, well I’m one of a kind when Hawkins is concerned. I’m sure they aren’t the only ones.” You walk out of the kitchen, head and body aching. Footsteps follow close behind you as you close the bathroom door, sitting on the toilet. Knocking interrupts the clouds swimming in your brain, did you really dream all of it last night?

“Go away.” you say to the closed door. The handle turns, scary you to jump up and stop it from opening further. 

“Y/N, get out here you’re being extremely rude to that nice young man.” She whispers into the crack of the doorway.

“Mom please, I’m gonna be sick.” You falsely whimper into the door, leaning against it more. “I’ll be out in a bit, I’ll apologize.” She closes the door and you lock it shut, sinking into the frame. Looking in the mirror and seeing someone you hardly recognize from a year ago. You’re closest and only friend when moving back to Hawkins caught by a deep conspiracy and left to a mass grave where the mall used to stand tall and shiny. Now burned and decaying, the only one who understood the type of person you were. Angry and mean, cold and distant. You were the spitting image of your father, and you hurt people just the same. Hot tears run down your cheeks, fogging your eyes as you look in the mirror. 

You open the door to see Eddie raising his hand to knock on your closed bedroom door. Dropping it back at his side in defeat as he turns around to see you, red in the face as tears still shine in your eyes. His harsh act shields around his features again, making you step back to close the door again. His hand stops it, pushing it open enough for him to step inside with you. Trapping you with him in the small bathroom, his fingers agilely lock the door behind him. The rise and fall of his chest quickens, as he steps closer to you. You hit your backside on the opposite wall, unable to put any more distance between you. Like a mouse finally being caught in the cat's skillful trap, blood fills your ear drums with the thrum of your heart beat.

“Eddie-”

“Don’t. Stop talking, you make me so-so angry. Y/N, you’re grumpy and have spiteful words, and you’re so horribly off-limits.” His hands brace the tiny bathroom window ledge, it groans with the weight. “You lash out and I crawl back wanting more, thinking about you in the foulest most heinous ways. What comes out of that filthy mouth if I just-” He closes his eyes breathing in deeply, like a dragon breathing in its own fire the exhale drying the tears staining your cheeks. As he’s trying to take all the oxygen in the room.

“I don’t-, I can’t make another bad decision and ruin it.” You beg, peeling away from the wall pressing your body into Eddies betraying the words coming from your mouth. Closing the antagonizing distance, you reach out your hands to his chest. He shuddered under the contact, eyes fluttering open, tender as they held their own against yours. For the first time you saw him for who he truly was, scared and passionately admiring you.

“Then I will.” He said before dipping down to close the mere inches of your lips, they glide against his. You suck at his bottom lip, as his tongue licks at you shyly begging for entrance. You fist his shirt in your palms as his hand lays along your neck, thumb brushing your jaw to kiss deeper. He gradually pulls back panting onto your lips, bumping his nose against your teasing when you try to follow his lips. You clear your throat like you hadn’t just had the most feverish kiss of your life, smoothing the fabric of his shirt.

“M’sorry.” You whisper, unable to meet his eyes. He presses you to the wall, knee between your legs when his hand pulls your neck up to look at him.

“I’m not. But I appreciate the apology for what it’s worth.” You become red hot all over, clinging to his sides from the sudden push and pull effect you’re having on each other. Like two magnets, only one of you had turned at some point. He dips his head down again until the door handle jiggles from the outside. You bring your hand up to cover your surprised squeal, as Eddie turns to the door. “Yeah I’m in here, maybe try knocking next time! Dipstick.”

“Eddie you better not be stinking up the bathroom, some of us gotta take a piss.” Garrett says from the other side of the door, banging on the door in annoyance.

“Well I’m gonna be a minute that coffee went right through me man. Just take a walk, Gar-bear, and spring a leak outside.” You hear impatient groaning from the other side of the door and footsteps receding away.

“Your Mom said we should stay for dinner.” Eddie coos, moving your hand from your face. “I’ll come back for dessert if you’d enjoy that.” You impulsively buck your hips on his knee, bringing a hum of pleasure up your core. “Of course you would, Y/N Henderson. You’re such a pretty little thing, so be good and I’ll show you all my appreciation.” You swallow the lump of air in your chest, remembering to look at him. You shake your head in agreement, your head high in the clouds at his words. His knuckle nics your chin awaiting your response. 

“Yes.”

“Yes what Y/N? Use your words, you’ll have to later. Guide me in what dirty things you want me to do to you. Yes?”

“Yes, Eddie.” You squeeze his sides in your hands, causing his eyes to roll back in desire. 

“Good girl, fuck you drive me fucking crazy. Now go eat breakfast like the rest of the sheep, I’ll be out in a minute.” He taps your cheek, pushing you past him, collecting yourself as you feel his eyes boring holes into the back of your head. You quietly open the door looking out into the hallway slipping into the kitchen again. Grabbing the nearly empty coffee pot and filling your mug, steam seeping warmth into your freezing hands. Face still hot from Eddie’s lips, head thinking of what other things they were capable of. Looking out of the kitchen window, frost coating the edges of the wood frame like starlight on a lake. Beautiful and crystalline. A plate clatters down next to you on the counter, you feel his hair tickle your shoulder as he leans to place his own empty plate in the sink.

“Eat, I worked very hard on it.” He purrs into your shoulder, the heat of his words seeping through the threads of your sweater.

“I’m not hungry.” You say plainly, earning you a tisk of disappointment. “I don’t really eat breakfast, thank you.” You try to back track, in sincerity.

“I wasn’t asking Y/N.” His footsteps recede away from you into the dining room, where the other boys are talking strategy for today's game. You angrily take a large bit of the maple glazed pancake, only to be shocked when it’s not only edible but delicious. You finish the plate watching squirrels scavenging for the season's last acorns before it begins to snow. You keep the plate outside the sink, hoping Eddie sees it before Dustin cleans it. Walking around to the living room where the comatose younger kids sprawl over the couch. Dustin and Eddie cleaning off the table together pinches your heart seeing them so domestically. You lift Mike's long legs from the end cushion, setting them back on your lap when you deem yourself comfortable. 

“You good there Y/N?” Mike asks as Lucas and Garrett argue over what channel to watch.

“Huh? Yeah I’m great.” You brush him off, taking the remote from Lucas turning on a cartoon channel.

“You sure because you've been unnaturally quiet since we’ve been here.” Lucas adds, snatching the remote back, turning in his spot on the carpet.

“You two are crazy hormonal teenage boys, women are complex creatures, like Golems you can’t just confront them.” Eddie says from behind you on the couch, ruffling Mike's hair to his disgust. “Right sweetheart? You’re just a little hung over?” He mocks, licking over his front teeth in amusement.

“I don’t know what you're talking about Eddie.” You smile, turning back to the television, watching the Saturday morning cartoons. You lean further on the arm of the couch slouching enough so your head could rest on it. You doze off to the sounds of The Smurfs besting Gargamel as they did everytime. Only to be coerced from sleep by a hand trying to shake you awake.

“Y/N, go to bed.” Dustin whines, you feel the warmth of the knitted throw ripped away as the cold from the ceiling fan blows over your bare legs. 

“Here move over,” Eddie softly asks, tucking the blanket tighter around you.

“What are you doing?” a not so familiar voice asks

“Just shut up and open her door fr’ me.” Eddie hisses, arms move under your back dipping low into the couch before holding you tightly against them. He tries his best not to sway you in his arms or hit anything as he walks sideways through the hall. You nuzzle deeper into the comfortable scent, squirming when your bottom hits a doughy surface. Shifting your legs straighter and pushing a pillow under your head so similar to the night previously. You huff when his arms leave your back, cuddling closer to your pillow in protest.

“Jesus, get a room, gross. Like you two could be, anymore, perfect for each other.” Garrett says with the g more pronounced. 

“Sister is off-limits Garrett.” Dustin reminds them

“Oh come on Dustin, look at him.” Lucas motions to Eddie, you feel the blanket drape over you better this time around. You have to do everything to not open your eyes, and see the scene of boys at the foot of your bed. “You have a girlfriend and I hope you look at Suzie like that.”

“Shut up, guys. I just don’t want her to be grumpy if we wake her with our antics.”

“That right there was a lie if I ever saw one.” Jeff says in a high volume, earning him shushes and groans from the rest of them.

“Y/N is a heavy sleeper. It's fine, can we just get back to the game and get out of her bedroom?” Dustin pleads, you hear footsteps exiting your room. Closing the door behind them, you drift into a deeper sleep than before. 

Rolling over you tumble to the wet ground, jolting up in fear there’s a dark red haze around your bedroom as you shift off the ground. Groaning at the ache in your bones, getting up and reaching for the door covered in black icker. Having to push it open with some force, the hallway is covered in vines as small as a hair to larger than your own limbs or tree roots. Slimying with gray matter like calcium buildup on glass wear over a period of time. You step out looking around to the masses the vines have collected, swiping a shaking palm through the tendrils of one of them. It breaks apart like the membrane of an egg, ripping only with the force you set upon it. You see a familiar knot of hair slicked down against the alabaster skin, a spider tattoo based on their collarbone. You fling back into another cocoon like mass, pushing through the membrane with your elbow a familiar baseball cap falls from the opening. You scream as you see Dustin’s lifeless form stuck within the walls of the clumped vine. Hitting at the arms that try to pull you back and meet a similar death, their hold is tight but not suffocating. Hands grasp yours, yanking you forward once again. You scream in hopes of an escape, blinking hardly as the yellow light of your bedroom again as you wrestle the nightmare still stimulating your rapid pulse.

“Stop! Let me go, please Dustin!” You scream against the perpetrators grasp, holding your eyes shut as the grips tighter again. 

“You’re here, I’m here. We’ve got you-.” You hear told into the skin of your neck, the ragged breathing of those around you, whispering as you become silent. Opening your eyes again as the fear subsides. 

“Y/N.” Dustin says, his grasp hardening on your face. Breathing a sigh of relief when he can see your back with him. His completely fuzzy through the unbridled tears, wailing into his hands pushing yourself into him. Holding a hand to the side of his neck feeling the steadying beat of his pulse, shaking the last bit of adrenaline out of your body as he rubs a hand along your spine. The bed bears more weight than it’s used to creaking as Lucas and Mike sit down. “That was a bad one huh?” he asks for confirmation. You shake your head in agreement as it’s enveloped in Farrah Fawcett smell of his crunchy curls, and the citrus of his deodorant. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You beg, in his embrace.

“Hey relax, everythings gonna be okay.” Lucas whispers, brushing your hand with his. The softness of his action gives you the courage to in breathe deeply.

“Okay guys, come on, let's give them some room.” Mike says, you hear the door click closed. Your breathing returns to normal but your mind is still alive and anxious with the horrific scene your subconscious conjured. 

“Are you okay?” Dustin asked carefully, moving to see you. You pulled back further, hitting something behind you and freezing.

“Shit sorry. I was just holding you- when you, like, started hitting.” Eddie bounces up from behind you, with his hands up in surrender. 

“Oh my god this is so embarrassing.” You say head in your hands “M’sorry Dustin I didn’t mean to ruin your game.” You say with a trembling lip.

“No-no-no, Y/N it’s okay we wrapped it up awhile ago.” Eddie assured you, walking around your room. Flicking the length of your pothos, plant leaves that hangs in the corner of your room. “Um, not to be weird or anything-” Eddie starts.

“I didn’t know you couldn’t be.” You laugh at him, pulling at Dustin's sleeve cuff to busy your hands.

“There’s the Y/N we know and love.” Dustin chuckles

“Yes anyway, did you say my name? While you were screaming, that is.”

“Eddie-!” Lucas scolds, “You don’t just ask someone about their bloodied night terrors.”

“No it’s, it’s okay. I don’t remember.” You lie looking at Dustin, “It was just horrible, and I saw. Things.” You cross your arms over your chest, when there’s a knock at your door. Claudia let herself in without hesitation with some water and a damp cloth.

“Okay boys, terror’s over. There’s some pizza on the counter, the other kids have already dug in. So get it while it lasts.” Lucas jumps up pushing Mike in the hall into Dustin's room.

“Last one to the table is a rotten egg!” Dustin hesitantly gets up walking after them, your Mom sits beside you fluffing the pillows behind your head. Pushing you to lay back against them while she uses the cool cloth to rid any sweat beads that remain.

“Eddie honey would you mind driving the younger boys home? I’m sure I can scrounge up some gas money for you.” he shakes his head, at her offer.

“No I wouldn’t take it anyway, but yeah we’ll head out as soon as everyone grabs their slice.” He scratches the back of his neck as she stands, enveloping him in a hug. He jerks back at the embrace at first, until she sighs and his shoulders slump at her softness. 

“Thank you.” She lets go, motioning at you with her head as you sip at the cool liquid gratefully.  Leaving the room, with the door open a hairline crack. Leaving you and Eddie, alone on purpose. You feel exposed even with his wholesome encouraging chocolate eyes.

“I’m sorry-”

“I have them too.”

You both speak at the same time, only you're bewildered by him being so vulnerable. He twirls the rings around his ring fingers as his eyes scale the ground,

“My Dad was a piece of work, been in and out of jail my whole life. I guess Dustin and I bonded first with the absence of a father figure, but I at least had Wayne growing up... Do you know why I’ve been held back so many times?” You shake your head noticing that both of you have the same nervous tick, as you thread your fingers in the knitted weave of the afghan that covers your shoulders as his rings spin with fervor. 

“Before you moved or came back to Hawkins, my Mom passed away. I went through a pretty bleak path until I had someone to pull me from it. Someone who wasn’t going to hold my anger and hate against me.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you questioned in a voice minuscule to your normal tone.

“Because you have more of those ‘someone’s’ than people I know.” He laughs, stepping to crouch next to you. “Mine range from people with pitchforks chasing me to my Mom’s heart monitor in the hospital stopping. Enveloping me in darkness and silence.”

“That’s horrible, Eddie.” You bring your hand on top of his on the edge of your bedside.

“But then I look around, feel my heart beating and know everything’s gonna be okay. Also Jesus your hands are freezing.” He smiles happily, from ear to ear.

“I see people I love, hurt.” He hums brushing his thumb over your knuckles, heat blossoming from the movement “I can’t remember the last time I got a full night's sleep without some kind of drug in my system. I can’t shake them until the next day most of the time. Feeling so guilty that I worry, the people I’m so scared to lose.”

“You’re never alone.” You chuckle looking at him auspiciously, he smirks back with playfulness. “Maybe you prefer solitude but you’re always wanted.”

“Are you speaking from experience, Munson?” You jest, playing with the chain along his wrist.

“Maybe… this is a lot nicer than fighting with you.” He giggles, kneeling on the floor entangling his fingers with yours.

“Wasn’t much of a fight, you’re not very good at battles of wit.”

“Ugh there you go ruining the cute moment by insulting my intelligence. So predictable.” He chortles into your sheets, burying his face with cloth and curls.

“Eddie, hurry up and pack your shit let’s go! My Mom wants me home by 6:30 at the latest.” Mike screeches from the living room, earning laughs when his voice cracks. Eddie groans as he squeezes your hand in protest. 

“Duty calls.” He says as he stretches up to his full height nearly touching the ceiling of your small house with the tips of his fingers. You have to bite your tongue not to lunge at him enveloping him into an embrace of twisting limbs, not knowing where you began and he ended together. 

“G’night Eddie, I’ll see you Monday.”

“G’night Priss, I’ll count on it.” He walks back towards your door, as the boys continue to yell at him from the other side of the house. You can hear him respond as he shuts the bedroom door. You’d never anticipated the eagerness you had come Monday morning.

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You hadn’t spoken to Eddie directly in over a week, you noticed a change when you’d steal a glance his way. How he would look away quickly, walking the opposite end of the hallway but when you were in class he’d sit next to you. Brushing his thigh against yours in Science, play with your hair as he sat behind you in Speech. Knotting small braids at the nape of your neck. Leaving small poems or sketches of random things in obvious places, your locker, car, bedside table, even going as bold to slip them in your bag during class. He leaves you wanting more, expectant that something more will come of it. Instead your left muddled in your own thoughts day-dreaming of his lips pressed to yours as he strums his guitar. Curling into him as you watch a movie, heart pressed to heart as you run your fingers through his nest of hair crowning his brilliant mind. Your dreaming doesn’t go unnoticed especially by your long time friend appointing himself the newly renamed Steve ‘Dr. Love’ Harrington. 

“Just ask him out, already!” He tells you as he rewinds today’s returns, placing them in sectional order for you to restock.

“Dustin doesn’t want us to date. He was very clear.” You tell him for the millionth time.

“So don’t date, just. I don’t know, get him out of your system. Either he’ll reject you or…”

“Or what, Harrington?”

“You know, have a night of whirlwind romance. You said he was pretty dominant, right?” He awkwardly fumbled over his words, looking at the ground.

“Ew Steve.” You push past him, grabbing the tapes he’d actually accomplished completing during his interrogation to place them back where they belong. 

“Look, all I’m saying is something has to give because you’re distracted. Happy but distracted for the first time since-”

“Okay I think it’s time for my break, I’ll see you in ten.”

“Y/N.” he says solemnly, regretting his choice of words.

“It’s okay Steve, I get it you're just looking out for me.” You shoot him with finger guns and he fake gets hit in the heart as you walk back to the break room. You hear the bell of the door ring immediately, thinking nothing of it until you return to see Steve checking out Garrett Emerson. Eddie’s right hand man. He quickly leaves tape in hand, nodding at you as he exits.

“And what was that about?” You ask Steve from next to him, making him jump in surprise.

“Christ!- Don’t do that kid.” He says holding his chest,

“You are not even six months older than me, dingus.”

“You’ve been around Robin too much, and that dude was just renting some horror film. So I don’t know what you mean.”

“You are a horrible liar Steven.”

“Hey Emerson, started it!” He whines, you finish closing for the night. Unable to contain your joy for going home on a Friday night alone as a teenager. 

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Home sweet home, you’d just taken a bath. Eaten hamburger helper for the third time this week and dressed in your thick pajamas with the temperature dropping everyday. Claudia would wait to turn on the floor heaters until there was snow on the ground. The house is silent as Mom is at work and Dustin is spending the night with Lucas and Mike at Hellfire. You curl up into your freshly made bed with a good book, dousing off within the first hundred pages while Fleetwood Mac hums quietly from your player. Jolted when Dustin opens your door to tell you he made it home safe, you murmur about there being leftovers in the fridge into your pillow. Hearing the door close, the beep of a microwave and the shower not long after. Dustin always tried to be quiet and he knew if he hadn’t woken you would have freak out worse but once you were awake this late it was pretty hard to fall back to sleep unless you did something about it. And those options were pretty exclusive which would actually knock you out. The ache in your legs since Eddie trapped you in the bathroom seemed to win when you realized there was less than half a joint tucked into your nightstand. Not even sitting back down after removing your pants there was rattling on your window of bulky metal rings and a jean vest. When you opened the window there he was, hair wind wiped and the award winning, swoon worthy smile of Eddie Munson himself. Like you’d manifested him from your boredom. 

“Well hello there.” He winked as he hoisted himself a few feet to climb into your room.

“Eddie? What the hell are you doing, Dustin could hear you?!” you whisper yelled, in panic still helping to haul the boy in through your window sill. He did a majority of the work, what he lacked in coordination he made up for in strength. You’d make a note of that for later.

“Well then you better keep my mouth busy, huh?” He said breathless, pulling your body against his. Eyes deep and dark with lust as he watched your lips.

“Eddie, what do you think I am?” you said with less bit then you wanted.

“Like a friend with benefits.” He tried to charm, brushing your hair off your neck sending a shiver down your spine.

“We’d have to be friends to call it that.” You bit your bottom lip as your knees met the bed. He let you fall back against the pillows, stripping himself of his Reeboks and jackets before climbing over you.

"Okay… It's not friends with benefits, think of it as two people. Very hot, sexy people just banging for support," He said as his hand hiked one of your legs over his hip to slot himself between them. 

"You disgust me. My panties have never been dryer."

“Well I can fix that sweetheart.” Eddie begins kissing down your body, licking and nipping where your clothes typically cover. Taking his time to suck pink marks into the places that make you wiggle in his ministrations. “Is this enough?” He nears your inner thighs, inhaling deeply and eyeing the gradual wet spot near your entrance. He bites down on the supple flesh of your inner thigh, you inhale sharply bucking your hips into his face. Giving him enough room to slide his hands under both sides of your underwear. Admiring the softness of your malleable chub along your ample hips. “I can give you more, I just need to get rid of these sweet thing.”

“Eddie… We can’t.” You complain, pulling his face to meet yours as you sit on the edge of your bed. 

“Give me a reason, a good reason. I can’t take you here, right now.”

“I promised Dustin, he needs me. He needs you-” Eddie silences your plea, swallowing the words on his tongue. Pulling away from you breathless, eyes sizzling in the yellow light of the bedside lamp.

“Fuckkk-, Y/N. That just makes me want you even more, I told you off-limits. I know what I’m risking here, let’s just-just make it worth our while.” He impulsively nipped along your jaw, hand tangling in the hair at the back of your neck. Exposing the smooth skin to his advances.

“Been thinking about this for a while, pretty boy?” 

“You haunt me sweetheart.” He feels you stiffen underneath him, pulling back to look at you. “In the best way, but we don’t have to do anything that you don’t want ever. I-”

“Trust me when I say I want to, it’s just hard.” You whine, running your hands through his hair. He smiles childishly, eyes rolling back when you scratch his scalp.

“Tell me about it.” He bucks his hips into you pressing his ever stiffening length against your thigh.

“You're such a man.” You sneer, pulling his head back to your neck.

“Hmm, let me prove it. Please, let me make this week up to you.”

“Such a pretty boy using his manners and everything.” He growls in your ear a low animalistic one. “Do you have a praise kink, baby?”

“Fuck yeah, have you met me?” He says a little too loudly so much you cup a hand over his mouth and shush him. “See gotta keep my mouth busy, like the naughty little slut I am.”

“God stop fucking talking and do something.” 

“You're such a whiner, Y/N. Not even gonna ask me nicely, huh? Did Daddy not teach you any manners?” You sit up forcing Eddie to pull back from you kneeling on your bed, hands raised in surrender.

“Sit on the head board, now. Pants down, shirt off.”

“Y/N-”

“Did I stutter? You still want me?” He nodded vigorously, slippin his shirt and jeans off unskillfully. You took the opportunity to slide off your panties and throw the discarded clothes to the floor, taking his black hanky from his back pocket. Finding a condom in his other pocket, he adjusts the pillows behind him grabbing something under his right side. Pulling a small stuffed dog who’s seen better days from under him.

“This yours?” he asks smiling, you grab the stuffy throwing it towards your closet. Crawling up the bed to straddle his lap, Eddie uses his hands to balance you. He breathes in sharply when you sit completely flat again, his dick still straining in the confines of his boxers. 

“This yours?” you ask, pulling the condom in between your two bodies.

“Yeah-, ya know safety first and. Shit-” He stutters when you roll your hips catching your clit on his hard on, his head hitting the headboard. 

“You're like a bitch in heat, Eds. Calm down.”

“You’re such a naughty tease.”

“You bet your tight ass I am, now are you gonna stay my good boy?” He shook his head in agreement and you felt his dick jump at the praise. “So pretty Eds, now hands together.” He put his hands together, wrists touching as you wrapped his bandana around them once and tied and tightened them on the wooden pole of your headboard.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Hmm how helpless you look, right now.” You kissed his nose, trailing your hands down his inked chest. Tracing his tattoos for the first time. Going low enough to tickle the dark curls that drag into the covered area of his pelvis. He squirmed under your touch and gaze.

“You know the color system? Green, good. Yellow, slow and check in. Red for stop.”

“Well I do know, what are you right now?”

“Green, absolutely green with envy that I cannot touch those pretty tits.”

“You will, for now you just gotta sit there and be pretty and quiet for me. Can I touch you?” You pouted, toying with the band of his boxers. A damp spot darken the center, it was unclear if it was from you or him at this point.

“Please.” You kissed him, swallowing the moan he gave you as you palmed him underneath the confines of his boxers. He was thick and heavy feeling like satin in your palm, you broke the kiss to lick your palm. Tasting his pre and you slickened it with your spit. He leaned forward for your lips again, You stroked him tight and languid, wanting to memorize every vein and whimper of Eddie. Your center began to buck against his thigh as you felt yourself grow ever wetter from the scene you’d created.

“Please Y/N, faster. You’re killing me here, shit.” Eddie said through broken moans.

“You wanna cum, slut?” You asked as his head fell against your cover chest, sweat breaking along his brow. Mouthing at your breasts as he breathed heavily while you picked up your hands pace against him. Pre-cum spilling from his sensitive tip made it easy to glide your hand against him, you started to squeeze the tip on each stroke upwards. Making his arms shake in the restraints.

“M’cum, please let me cum.”

“You gonna be my cum slut Eddie? Make a mess all over us?” Your hips stuttered when his thigh flexed, moaning at your words. “You're such a dirty boy, look at me when you cum. Now cum now.” He bucked his hips into your hand as thick spurts of his seed painted his abdomen and boxers. Snowballing your own high as you rubbed against him, still jerking him until he wiggled from over stimulation. 

“Yellow, shit. You are so good, give me a sec.” He said through pleasurable hiccups, you slowed your hand before removing it completely. Retreating from the confines of his boxers before licking your hand clean of any cum that was left on your hand. You swore Eddie’s eyes nearly blew out of his skull or jaw dislocated.

“You taste good.” You mumbled as you untied his hands, rubbing the red marks from him pulling. He cupped your face in his hands, taking your breath away when he roamed your mouth in search of his taste.

“So do you. A little more metal than I thought you’d be but tasty nonetheless.” You laughed hard enough to earn yourself a shush from the boy.

“Fuck off, you smell.”

“No you,” he countered as you rolled off the side of the bed reaching for your bathrobe. Removing your shirt teasingly enough to not show him your breasts. 

“Wait where are you going?” Eddie gets up in impressive speed after the endeavor you had, ruining your childhood bedroom forever. 

“To clean up?” You look at him, still glistening with the post orgasm bliss.

“No, just wait here, I’ll get a towel and some water.”

“Snacks?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him, pushing sweat damp bangs out of his eyes.

“You’re thinking about food right now while we’re both half naked?”

“I’m thinking about a lot of things, I just proved how good of a multi-tasker I am. Right?”

“You are the bane of my existence. Is your mom home?”

“You’re talking about my mom after I gave you the best handy of your life.”

“I just want to know how many people I need to sneak around.” he said pulling your bathrobe off your shoulders, exposing your naked chest and soaked through panties. You yelp covering your chest.

“Just Dustin. Robe stealer.”

“What happened to naughtly slut? Cum slut?” You shook your head taking his hellfire shirt from the carpeted floor and slipping it on over yourself. It was a tight fit around your middle but the softness and smell of Eddie made up for it. “Pretty Boy? Good boy, maybe?”

“You are pretty.”

“Whatever you say sweetheart. I’ll be back quickly.” He opened your bedroom door, turning to the bathroom first and getting you a wet rag to clean yourself up with. By the time you had slipped on clean shorts there was a knock on your bedroom door. Giddy you opened it thinking the blushing metal head would be standing behind it. You were right except there was also your little brother, with a scowl painting his face holding onto the sleeve of your bathroom of the half-naked metal head. While you were also half-naked where said boy’s Hellfire shirt.

“Living room, now!” Dustin said, pointing behind him. Yeah you were in deep shit.

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Fortunate Son (Eddie Munson X FemHenderson!Reader)

Summary: After years of mutual avoidance, now that your brother is in high school and already a registered nerd. It was only a matter of time before you came head to head with the self-proclaimed Hot and Dangerous Dungeon Master. Only you wish it could have been slightly different circumstances. 

Characters: Eddie Munson, Henderson Reader, Dustin Henderson, Claudia Henderson, Mike, Lucas, Max, Robin Buckley, Garrett Emerson, Steve Harrington, mentions of Billy Hargrove, Nancy Wheeler, the rest of Corroded Coffin and Hellfire. 

Authors note: Soo Enemies to Lovers? Because I can work with that. Lmk if you'd like a part 2 in the future! I hope it was worth the wait, I'm so sorry!

Warnings/Tags: ANGST/SMUT (minors din!!!)/FLUFF, Season 3/4 spoilers, name calling, handjob, thigh riding, language, degrading, praise. Switch Eddie because duh. Time-Skips, Dustin needing a freaking break. Nightmares, Death, family trauma, underage drinking, Claudia being the most hard working mama ever! Reader is alluded to big slightly bigger than Eddie.

"Dustin!" you said banging loudly on his bedroom door,

"Jesus, What?!" He said groggy and annoyed, voice doused in sleep.

"We're gonna be late again shithead!" you yelled bringing your fists to the door again in fury.

"Hey! Watch your language young lady." your mom scolded from her coffee cup in the living room.

"Sorry mom!" you said peeking out of the hall, Dustin opened the door hands full and threw a hat atop his messy curls. "Hurry up, I'll be waiting in the car. You're not making us late again."

“You’re such a bitch in the morning.” he grumbled under his breath only loud enough for you to hear.

“MOM! How come I got in trouble for swearing, when he just called me a bitch?”

“Did not!”

“Did too, your pants are on fire!” You scream back at him

“Dusty, apologize to your sister and go to school.”

“I’m sorry.” Dustin rolled his eyes, buttering his toast.

“For?”

“For you being a bitch.” He said forgetting Mom was listening, until she rose from her chair in the living room.

“Dustin John Henderson!”

“Shit-, sorry Mom. I’m gonna make us late again at this rate. Love you!” He said pushing both of you out the front door.

“I should make you ride your bike if Mom wouldn’t take my keys and make me too.”

“Yeah-yeah, you’re all bark and no bite Y/N.”

“What’s up your ass this morning?” You say adjusting your seat belt and tuning the stereo to play a quiet 1970s rock station.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay-, Is everything okay with you and Suzie?” He nodded, hands fidgeting in his lap adjusting his Star Wars shirt. “You got a test coming up Thursday in Science are you-?”

“Jesus, Y/N I’m fine, I swear I can handle it.” Dustin interrupts, turning his head to watch the trees as you enter Forest Hill Trailer Park. Max sitting on her steps as she did every Monday, her nose buried in a book only looking up to watch your car pull around. She smiled sleepily, walkman on her hip and no car in her driveway. Her mom must have worked overnight, that’s at least what she tells you.

“Morning sunshine.” You greet her as she opens the door behind your seat,

“Morning Hendersons, how was your weekend?” She asked shuffling to put her book away and latch the seatbelt.

“Good, you?”

“Better.” She smiled weakly, your eyes flickered to the rearview mirror. Taking note of the ever darkening circles under her eyes. A loud bang of a car backfiring shook all of you until your eyes landed on a white van, sputtering to life across the street. Shaking with the thrum of metal music, before it whirled out of the park. Looking at the time it was quarter-till, you muttered a profanity under your breath driving to the school. The two kids quickly jumped out of the car when you put it in park. Dustin ran over to join Mike and Lucas, while Max moved her headphones over her ears and went straight for the main entrance. You caught her arm on the way in.

“Hey, Max! We um packed you a lunch, I haven’t seen you in the cafeteria since well actually I’ve never seen you in the cafeteria.” you said sweetly holding out the crumpled brown bag that was similar to your own. Before she could express her gratitude Robin looped her arm in pulling you into the school. Max took the opportunity slip away from you,

“Morning hot stuff, what’s on the agenda today?”

“Something is wrong with the kids, I don’t know, I just have a funny feeling.”

“Well that’s not very hot, in like what way because when Steve is really upset I just slip some Laxatives in his apple juice and-”

“Ew no Robin, like Dustin is just acting distant and Susan wasn’t home again this morning.” She stops you in front of the band room as several other students shuffle inside,

“Maybe ask Nancy? You know sister to sister shit.”

“Mike and her have never been as close as Dustin and I, I doubt she knows anything.”

“Well there is one other person they’ve been around a lot-”

“Hell no, I’m not talking to Munson. He’s such an ass.”

“And you know that ‘cuz?”

“I have a good intuition and Billy used to buy weed from him. I never liked the way they talked to each other. He’s not a good influence on Dustin.”

“And Steve ‘Pantie Dropper’ Harrington passes in your book?” the warning bell rings above Robin as someone shoves you from behind, knocking your front into her.

“Hey-” You turn your eyes to the words Megadeth with demonized cherubs surrounding the band's notable skeleton and a red guitar pick covering the ‘a’. The movement of his chest breaks your trance looking up to Eddie Munson, bottom lip bitten between his teeth. Hiding the obvious smirk plastering his features, you were staring.

“Hello, you look extremely familiar.”

“I don’t have the energy for you to be an imbecile, you know exactly who I am.”

“Didn’t want to start the week with such malice, but if you insist.”

“Wait-.” You sigh deeply through your nose walking towards him, he doesn’t stop for you to catch up. Disappearing into a nearby classroom is one of many attempts to talk to Eddie. Asking one of the other Hellfire kids, a guy named Jeff, to arrange a deal with him since you couldn’t find a time Dustin was ever away from Eddie. You tell the boys to wait for you, that you have some extra credit to pick up after school. Max would take the bus or skate home if you weren’t already sitting in your car for them, not wanting to bother anyone. Fidgeting as you wait for the last bell to ring, you and Eddie shared this class Senior Speech. With many other seniors, most of them from various sports teams. It was an easy A class and they typically had to travel for any real competitions. The bell rings, you are the first up and out into the parking lot, watching to make sure no one is following you into the woods behind campus. You heard other long strides in the crunched leaves of the forest floor from a safe enough distance. Your heart banging against your chest, the last time you were in woods like these was after a demogorgon ate your mom’s cat. Being thrown into the supernatural world your brother had been dealing with alone for over a year, since you moved back home. At some point in your walk you find the tiny clearing with a worn picnic table carved with various letters and hearts. Running your fingers along them, the wind picks up for you to cower into the neck of your thin jacket. 

“I knew you’d track me down to admit your feelings sooner or later.” Eddie comes out of the trees, metal lunch box in hand, the other tucked away into the front pocket of his black Levi’s.

“In your dreams Munson.”

“That's where you’re wrong, only in my worst nightmares.” You feel a pinch deep in your chest when he says it, your face contorting in a pained expression. Eddie’s face softens his mouth open and closes like a fish gasping for air.

“Look I’m not here to buy, okay, I need to know what’s happening with my brother.”

“I’m solely here to make some money, so if you’re not paying this whole thing is over. You can harass and haggle me another time.” Eddie turns to walk away,

“God would you stop walking away from me! I’ll pay you, and I don’t need whatever you were going to sell me. Give it to some other schmuck.” You scold palms coming to the hollows of your eyes in frustration, 

“Relax, Priss. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know your brother.”

“Yes you do, are you blind and stupid?”

“Clearly because I don’t even know your name!-” He matches your tone, by barking back.

“Wait- seriously.”

“Yeah you’re not so important that everyone in Hawkins knows who you are and why you’re hounding me. The clearly labeled, School Freak.”

“I just thought, ya’ know since you were friends that Billy told you. Or-or since we share half of the same classes you would have caught on eventually.”

“I wouldn’t call what Billy Hargrove and I had anything more than outlets of frustration. And I’d rather not be that way for someone else who will fucking toss me aside. Now if you excuse me you’ve wasted at least ten minutes of my time, and sucked about 5 years of my life from the air.” You stand, coming face to face with the boy in pure rage. Fisting the collar of his jacket in your hands, brushing along his jaw with prickly stubble as his breath catches in his throat. Face contorted in surprise, and pupils blown wide they could swallow his chocolate covered irises.

“Fuck you! If I hear you do one bad thing around or with Dustin, or any of those kids I will personally bury you six feet under.” You look at your hands pushing him back and briskly walk back to your car.

“Way to leave a man with more questions, Priss!” Eddie called at your back, you wiped the tears biting into your cheeks with the fall breeze. 

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"Oh hey mom, don't forget I'm hosting the Hellfire Club meeting this Friday." Dustin said through a mouthful of meatloaf.

"Nerd-" You laughed under your breath,

"Priss-"

"Excuse me?! Where did you hear that from?" You slammed a hand on the table enough to get a warning look from behind her glass of water. 

"It's what Eddie calls you sometimes." Dustin said plainly,

"Well Eddie can shove-"

"Okay kids! I'm working that evening so Y/N you'll have to stay home and make sure they don't cause any trouble." Your mom interrupts before more can be said,

"What they’re Dustin's friends, how's that fair?"

"I won't allow all those rowdy teenage boys here unless you or me is present. So you both best figure this out amongst yourselves, Dustin your dish duty."

"But Mommmm-" You whine and groan into your hands,

"No butts only dishes, now I'm going to watch Jeopardy while you finish cleaning up." She pushes in her chair, as you and Dustin eye her plate. Both reaching out to run it into the kitchen, you succeed walking away.

"Y/N-" Dustin begs

"No." You are muffled by the sounds of running water as you scrape the scraps off the two plates.

"No? What do you mean no?"

"No, I'm not going to wait on your friends during my weekend off. No, there's nothing you can do to convince me because I don't like them and I have my own plans that Friday." You lie through your teeth not making eye contact as he leans against the counter next to you.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do instead?"

"Things." You quip back,

"Yeah? Like what?"

"I have friends."

"Y/N all of your friends are my friends." Dustin laughs plopping his plate on top of the things you're rinsing, causing you to turn to his lop-sided grin.

"Not true-"

"Well I bet I can convince you by... I don't know. I will do the dishes for the rest of the year." You contemplate the temptation, wondering exactly how far your baby brother is willing to go.

"Hmm, keep talking."

"And I'll rent whatever movie you want to watch that night, and-and clean up after." He bargains,

"And?"

"And we'll stick to my room and the table."

"Why would they be in your room?" You ask him with a laugh, packing away the leftovers in tupperware to have later in the week.

"Because it's a stay over campaign, we start Friday night and finish Saturday."

"Hell no. No, I'm not sleeping around several horny teenagers that stink up the house. A wall, being the only thing separating me from the Neanderthals' you call friends. I already had to convince Mom you weren't actually worshiping the devil and lying that Eddie Munson isn't a criminal and a bad person." You whisper the last sentence to not arouse suspicion, there were plenty of things Claudia Henderson was blissfully unaware about and you were determined to keep it that way. Even adopting Tews a cat with the personality of the meatloaf you tried to cover with an intense amount of gravy to make palatable.

"He isn’t. You're only a criminal if you get caught and you have no proof he even sells shit. It's all in your head, Y/N. Just like everyone else in the school you’re judging him on his metal exterior." Not wanting Dustin to be fully aware of your escapades in your early high school career you decide to let it slide this time.

"Yeah so I'll say it again, there is nothing you can do to convince me to stay." You walk towards your bedroom at the end of the hallway, only to be stopped with arms around your waist holding you to them.

"No wait! Please, please Y/N. I really want to do this, I'll do whatever you want, promise.  Mrs. Wheeler is hosting her book club that night and the Sinclairs are going to some weird uncle's house. I’m the only new member that hasn’t hosted yet, I’m the only option here. Just one night of your lonely existence, before you move super far away for College and I don't see you everyday. Again." You squeeze the hands crossed along your stomach, lovingly. Little did he know you would never leave him, not like Dad did. Never again, he was the reason you moved back home. To Hawkins, and why you would never share what happened when you did live apart. You couldn’t be the one to leave first, Dustin deserved college a life away from this scary place. And you’d watch from the sidelines, waiting for him, taking care of mom so he could live the life you weren’t made for. You didn’t even want to fill out the applications, you didn’t work hard enough for a scholarship anyway.

"You'll do dishes." You ask, turning around to look at him glossy eyed.

"Yes." He nodded eyes on the ground,

"And I get free food, and a movie." You tip his hat back in fondness. 

"Yes and we won't bother you, I swear."

"Ugh fine. Whatever happened to the dorky little brother that worshiped the ground I walked on?"

"He had to grow up too fast."

"Awe Dusty, hey. I swear, I will willingly be here as your friends destroy the house when mom's not here. As long as you're happy." You pull him into a bear hug, one strong enough to knock his hat and ensure giggles from him.

"Okay." He squeezes you back.

"And do the dishes." You whisper into his shoulder,

"Shut up, you're ruining the moment."

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Knocking at the door interrupts your quiet reading, lounged on the sofa. Music loud enough to distort Dustin's voice when he calls from the kitchen. "Y/N!" He yells over the music.

"What?!" You yell back at matched intensity. 

"Please get the door, my hands are full."

"Ughhhhh," You begrudgingly swing your legs off the couch, rising to go over to the door. Unlocking the deadbolt, "I wasn't supposed to have to do anything." You tell Dustin as you swing the door open, your back half-way turned.

"You do things for other people? Shocker." Eddie says from behind you, a large bag slung over his shoulder. Nose tinted pink from the brisk air, lining Hawkins with a mild frost. Behind him are the merry band of misfits he had collected over his extensive stay at Hawkins High School.

"Someone took off your muzzle? Unbelievable." Before Eddie could open his mouth in defense, the other boys pushed past him to get inside. You move into the entrance of your hallway, each greeting you going to drop their stuff off in Dustin's room. Where Mike and Lucas led the other three boys in Eddie's posse.

"Why do you hate me so much? I mean I enjoy our banter more than anyone but when I think about it. I can't quite remember why we became this way in the first place."

"Why do I hate you? You're turning my younger brother to the dark side, along with his very impressionable friends. They've been through too much-"

"That's it?" Eddie cut you off too quickly and nonchalantly for your efforts in practicing to confront him over the years.

"Pfft no." You said crossing your arms over your sweatshirt that while standing covered the shorts you wore, getting too hot under the collar at Eddie’s intense gaze.

"Okay well, when you actually have a reason. Let me know." He winks at you shifting his bag over his broad shoulder better, brushing against your side as he passes you to Dustin's room.

"That right there!" You point at the back of his head, Eddie turns on his heel in the narrow hallway. Cocking his head to the side, his hair free flowing to expose the length of his neck. "That tacky male bravo, it's like you're messing with me every chance you get."

"Y/N, I know I'm irresistible. You don't have to play coy."

"You are an asshole. A pompous shithead."

"Fine, here I'll make you a deal, Miss Priss." His free hand adorned with rings you'd never seen him without brushed a stray strand of hair off your shoulder. "I promise not to tell anyone the way you squeeze your thighs together when we argue. Or how your pupils dilate every time you see me. For a favor-."

"You're such an-"

"Loser? Yeah, I can't wait for you to start sneaking me around, realizing how you crave my company. I wonder what you think about, is it my hair? My lips, or maybe my hands?" He wiggles his fingers, placing his hand on the wall next to him. Closing the two of you into your own bubble of heat, and you were very willinging to play a game.

"If you want me," you say to Eddie leaning into his tease, tracing the outline of his face with your eyes. "Come get me." Eddie's throat bobs looking in your eyes waiting for the punchline or hesitation. 

"You really think, I'm dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?" Eddie laughs off your advance, shaking his head and backing away from you. “You’re a tease.”

“Oh if only you knew Munson, if you only knew.” You say this time knocking your front into his shoulder so much he fists his hand to avoid touching your bare thighs. “Try not to be up too late, you need all the beauty sleep you can get.” You whisper against his neck, his breath catches and his eyes widen as he greets your brother down the other side of the hallway. You lock your door, slinking to the floor with your back up against it trying to understand what just happened. When you hear the phone ringing from the kitchen. 

“Y/N! It’s Robin.” He yells at you,

“Okay one second!” You yell back, listening to the whispers from the hallway. ‘Do they ever stop yelling?’, ‘It’s just how they communicate.’ You take the opportunity to slide off the sweat shirt, adorning yourself in one of Billy’s old crop tops you’d taken in the mists of Susan and Max being evicted. Showing a thin line of midriff and the curve of your hips, walking down the hall in sock clad feet. All the boys stop to watch you walk into the kitchen having to weave around Eddie’s pushed out chair, as his eyes take in your frame and the new expansion of skin you had exposed. Dustin hands you the phone and you miss Robin’s greeting as he tells them.

“Hey eyes off my sister, she’s off limits.” He points to all of them opening his notebook, sitting to the right of Eddie’s Dungeon Master screen.

“Hey, Girl Henderson!” You hear Robin call from the receiver,

“Oh hey sorry, just a little distracted.” You apologized, turning away from the boys, far more interested in the bowl of chips on the counter.

“Yeah-Yeah anyway are you coming?”

“Where?”

“To Vicki’s party? She invited me and I got nervous and asked if you and Steve could come too.”

“Right now?” You whisper, covering your adjacent ear while Eddie introduces the one-shot.

“No next year, yes! Right now, Steve’s on his way to pick me up then-”

“Robs I can’t. I promised my mom and Dustin I would stay home tonight. Just go with Steve. I’m sure he can keep himself busy while you woo Vicki.” You cut her enthusiasm short, untangling the phone cord between your fingers. Whispering so none of the boys could hear you, Dustin already knew Robin’s secret. Just due to them staying with you for a minute after starcourt, he had asked Steve and Robin if they were dating and well you can only say your just friends for so long when you do everything together.

“Please Y/N, two hours. Wait one! Your Mom will never find out, you’ve kept bigger secrets from her.” You knew Robin wasn’t lying, and the boys would be too engrossed in their game to even notice your absence. You were only going to do some homework and go to bed anyway. Dustin might even appreciate the empty house.

“Okay but if I get caught sneaking out you and Steve need to give me rides until I’m ungrounded. Which could very well be for life.”

“That’s a sweet deal, babe. We’ll be there in 20, look hot. Maybe we can snag you some fresh meat too.”

“Bye Buckely.” You hang up the phone, writing down Vicki’s phone and address and a small note for Dustin. Walking out into the dining room Dustin had spent the last two days working on. Ruffling his hair to his disgust and placing the note on his notebook.

“I’ll be back, it's a Buckley-Harrington emergency, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“What about Mom?” He whispered back, eyeing Eddie in his peripheral. 

“Mom won’t know, just how she doesn’t know about-”

“Anything you need to share with the group, Y/N?” Eddie asks, interrupting Lucas’ turn.

“Mind your business, thanks, this is my house.” You sneer, gripping Dustin by the shoulders.

“Okay, go before it's my turn!”

“Love you, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! House is girl free!Have fun, gentlemen and Munson.”

“Ha ha, very cute Y/N.”

“I know.” you smile, walking into your room. Throwing your closet open, looking through a great deal of clothes not quite finding anything you deemed party attire. Instead you simply settle for some jeans and a burgundy scallop edged sweater, lacing your chunky boots and adding a leather jacket to tie them together. For makeup you add a swipe of vibrant yellow shadow on your eyelids and smoke it out with a coal liner. With a muted pink lip the same color as your cheeks, letting your hair out of it clip to rest along your shoulders. There’s already honking from outside the house, grabbing your wallet and racing out your room. Hitting Eddie straight in the chest on his path down the hallway, he pauses watching you walk away. You wave to the boys before opening the door seeing Steve’s burgundy BMW waiting in your driveway. Robin flagging you down from the passenger seat, you were in for a long night.

Unlacing your left boot to grab your house keys, still definitely feeling the effects of drinking jocks under the table and winning at beer pong. You finally get the key in the hole which was hard seeing as there were three, unlocking the door and stepping out of your loud boots on the way in.

“I’ve been waiting a while.” Eddie says from your Mom’s armchair startling you, with Tews in his lap and reading your discarded book from earlier. The light of the TV is the only thing illuminating the high points of his face, shadowing his dark eyes peering through his wispy bangs. Making him look especially menacing and attractive. 

“It’s three in the morning.” You grumble holding your shoes with the hand your watch is on, accidentally dropping one to the floor. Shushing yourself as you bend over to pick it up, stumbling slightly. Eddie jumps up, catching your elbow and pulling you up to meet his eyes.

“I know, I told Dustin I’d make sure you got home safe.” He grits through his teeth, in a whisper.

“Well look at you doing something nice for me.” You giggle, shrugging out of his warm hand tossing the other shoe away with more kindness.

“I did it for him. What were you thinking?” He scolds, looking to the hallway where all the boys were fast asleep. The room spins as you look up at Eddie, smiling as butterflies fill your stomach. Running a clumsy hand along his cheek to brush his soft curls back.

“I’m thinking-” The butterflies nearly escape as you cup a hand over your mouth running to the kitchen to the empty sink. Colors of the night's endeavors spilling from your stomach, you feel a hand run through your hair picking it up from the sweat coating the nape of your neck. You grip the porcelain tightly, turning on the cold water to wash the sick away. The room stopped spinning and there was one of everything, thank God Dustin did the dishes.

“Better?” He asks next to you, twisting the hair in his grasp. 

“Yeah, better.” Your eyes droop as you cup some water into your palm bringing it to your lips, cooling the burn in your throat.

“You should go lay down.”

“Don’t tell me what to do. I don’t need to go to bed, I’m not tired.” You bite back, turning to look at him. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, Eddie just watches as neither of you pull away.

“Do you want me to change that?” He whispers, pulling the strand of hair he missed behind your ear. Your fit of giggles turns into a sad mewl, turning your body towards his. 

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“I’m always nice to you sweetheart.” He angles his head to brush against your neck, inhaling and exhaling hot breaths into your hair. “You told me to come get you, that's what I plan to do.”

 You preen into his touch, latching onto his arm to pull him closer. He stops, pulling away from you to turn off the water. Whimpering, when he steps behind you the heat of his body radiating along your spine.

“Eddie… Please.”

“No, not tonight I think. You should go to your room, your mother will be back soon.”

You wake up the next morning, to a crowd of laughter and the smell of bacon. Your trash can close to your bed, a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin calling your name from the nightstand. You groan as the last night's gestation craned your body to stretch, you aren’t wearing any pants as you rise from the comforts of your bed. Looking closer in your bedroom the jacket you wore is carefully draped over the desk chair. The covers were pulled delicately over your body, an assortment of knocks rattles your bedroom door. Sending a strike of pain along your temple in response, flinging yourself over to the door. Opening it to find Dustin already dressed for the day’s game. 

“Y/N, we need to talk.” he pushes his way into your room.

“Please let yourself in, why don’t you.” You laugh leaving the door open just a hairline crack.

“Hey this is serious, I just-. I have this gross feeling there’s something going on between you and Eddie.” You bark out a laugh, covering the blush in your cheeks.

“Dusty, come on. We’re horribly mean to each other, the only thing we have in common is you for Christ's sake.”

“Swear?”

“I act way nicer to Steve and we’ve never made a move on each other. Because you asked us not to and he is off doing his own thing.”

“But that’s what you’re doing, you act like you two don’t care about each other. All aloof and then in a week I’ll find you sucking face in the back of his van.”

“If you are worried about us Dustin, why did you let him stay up until I got home?” You went to the water and aspirin taking two, downing the cup of water to race them.

“What are you talking about? Eddie was the first to fall asleep last night. You could’ve confused him with maybe Robin or Steve even.”

“Um, I think I know who I was talking to last night.” You laugh, digging through your dresser for a pair of sweats. 

“Fine, say that it was Eddie, regardless I don’t want you to date him.”

“I’m not going to date him, but have him stop putting the moves on me.” 

“He said you keep flirting with him.” Dustin says from his spot on your bed, kicking the trash can that was in the way.

“What are you, playing anti-matchmaker? Look, any kind of attention Eddie consumes because before Hellfire he was just as lonely awkward teenager like the rest of us. Now he’s an adult and still playing with teenagers. Trust me when I say, I’m not trying to ‘get with’ Eddie Munson. Is that enough to convince you?” You say so quickly you run out of breath, Dustin doesn’t look very convinced.

“Okay, if you say so. Mom is making breakfast, she wanted me to get you.”

“Yeah okay let’s go, do I look hungover?” You say putting your hair up and wiping sleep from your face.

“No Eddie told her you had the stomach flu.” He says walking to the kitchen, you cock your head to the side in confusing.

“Morning’ sleepyhead!” Your Mom says, placing an ungodly stack of pancakes in the center of the table. “How are you feeling?” She says rounding the dining room to come feel your forehead,

“Better, thanks Mom.” You smile weakly, accepting her morning embrace. She’s still wearing her work clothes.

“Hey where’d Eddie go?” Dustin asks snatching a pancake to layer on his plate, you hear his voice before seeing him come from the hallway.

“Sorry, I got pancake batter all over my shirt.” He says clapping Dustin on the back, walking past you in the kitchen. Keeping his head low so you were unable to make eye contact with him. He’s wearing a long sleeve rolled up to the elbows, showing off his arm tattoos with fingers bare without his signature rings. He fumbles with the cabinets looking for something, the smell of coffee entices you to follow. Definitely not the way his shirt rides up showing the dark happy trail disappearing into his sweatpants. Or how low they were on the dips of his hips. You walk over next to the sink, opening the cup cabinet, getting yourself and him a mug. He watches as you walk over to him, handing him the Winnie the Pooh mug.

“Winnie the Pooh, huh?” He asked unamused. 

“Sorry.” You say, trying to take it back by the handle in your hands. He stops you, holding it out of your reach. “I didn’t mean to emasculate you, by handing you a beloved childhood bear inspired coffee cup.” His face doesn’t change, not even a chuckle as he reaches over to pour himself a hearty cup.

“It’s okay, nothing you haven’t done before. But hey, I should be grateful for any attention I get right?” Your heart drops into your stomach, sinking deep into the pit of acid as he says it with bitterness. Like venom was dripping from his tongue, but his eyes never faltered as he watched you. 

“Eddie I didn’t mean-”

“What you didn’t mean to what? Finish that thought Y/N, because I think I know exactly what you’re going to say.” He gulps down a large portion of the bronze liquid,

“Oh you do huh? Then what about last night? Did you mean that?” You spit back, only your voice was smaller than you wanted it to be.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” He taunts, nostrils flaring in anger. You shake your head confused, opening your mouth to speak.

“Hey honey, I’m going to bed now.” Your Mom says, peaking around the corner, “Thank you for your help this morning making breakfast Eddie. Finally, a meal that’s edible in this house.” She boasts, earning her a blushing smile from Eddie turning to her. Your insides twist in jealousy, as he speaks to her in a kind and gentle tone like he did when you were sick. It seemed like eons ago.

“Of course, it was my pleasure Mrs. Henderson. My uncle’s place doesn't have quite the space for something so elaborate.”

“Please just call me Claudia, you’re welcome anytime. It is very nice to finally meet you and your club. Dustin and Y/N bicker about you all the time.” His laugh coated in sugar as he giggles into his coffee cup.

“Mom-.” You chastise, setting your cup on the counter next to you.

“You don’t say, well I’m one of a kind when Hawkins is concerned. I’m sure they aren’t the only ones.” You walk out of the kitchen, head and body aching. Footsteps follow close behind you as you close the bathroom door, sitting on the toilet. Knocking interrupts the clouds swimming in your brain, did you really dream all of it last night?

“Go away.” you say to the closed door. The handle turns, scary you to jump up and stop it from opening further. 

“Y/N, get out here you’re being extremely rude to that nice young man.” She whispers into the crack of the doorway.

“Mom please, I’m gonna be sick.” You falsely whimper into the door, leaning against it more. “I’ll be out in a bit, I’ll apologize.” She closes the door and you lock it shut, sinking into the frame. Looking in the mirror and seeing someone you hardly recognize from a year ago. You’re closest and only friend when moving back to Hawkins caught by a deep conspiracy and left to a mass grave where the mall used to stand tall and shiny. Now burned and decaying, the only one who understood the type of person you were. Angry and mean, cold and distant. You were the spitting image of your father, and you hurt people just the same. Hot tears run down your cheeks, fogging your eyes as you look in the mirror. 

You open the door to see Eddie raising his hand to knock on your closed bedroom door. Dropping it back at his side in defeat as he turns around to see you, red in the face as tears still shine in your eyes. His harsh act shields around his features again, making you step back to close the door again. His hand stops it, pushing it open enough for him to step inside with you. Trapping you with him in the small bathroom, his fingers agilely lock the door behind him. The rise and fall of his chest quickens, as he steps closer to you. You hit your backside on the opposite wall, unable to put any more distance between you. Like a mouse finally being caught in the cat's skillful trap, blood fills your ear drums with the thrum of your heart beat.

“Eddie-”

“Don’t. Stop talking, you make me so-so angry. Y/N, you’re grumpy and have spiteful words, and you’re so horribly off-limits.” His hands brace the tiny bathroom window ledge, it groans with the weight. “You lash out and I crawl back wanting more, thinking about you in the foulest most heinous ways. What comes out of that filthy mouth if I just-” He closes his eyes breathing in deeply, like a dragon breathing in its own fire the exhale drying the tears staining your cheeks. As he’s trying to take all the oxygen in the room.

“I don’t-, I can’t make another bad decision and ruin it.” You beg, peeling away from the wall pressing your body into Eddies betraying the words coming from your mouth. Closing the antagonizing distance, you reach out your hands to his chest. He shuddered under the contact, eyes fluttering open, tender as they held their own against yours. For the first time you saw him for who he truly was, scared and passionately admiring you.

“Then I will.” He said before dipping down to close the mere inches of your lips, they glide against his. You suck at his bottom lip, as his tongue licks at you shyly begging for entrance. You fist his shirt in your palms as his hand lays along your neck, thumb brushing your jaw to kiss deeper. He gradually pulls back panting onto your lips, bumping his nose against your teasing when you try to follow his lips. You clear your throat like you hadn’t just had the most feverish kiss of your life, smoothing the fabric of his shirt.

“M’sorry.” You whisper, unable to meet his eyes. He presses you to the wall, knee between your legs when his hand pulls your neck up to look at him.

“I’m not. But I appreciate the apology for what it’s worth.” You become red hot all over, clinging to his sides from the sudden push and pull effect you’re having on each other. Like two magnets, only one of you had turned at some point. He dips his head down again until the door handle jiggles from the outside. You bring your hand up to cover your surprised squeal, as Eddie turns to the door. “Yeah I’m in here, maybe try knocking next time! Dipstick.”

“Eddie you better not be stinking up the bathroom, some of us gotta take a piss.” Garrett says from the other side of the door, banging on the door in annoyance.

“Well I’m gonna be a minute that coffee went right through me man. Just take a walk, Gar-bear, and spring a leak outside.” You hear impatient groaning from the other side of the door and footsteps receding away.

“Your Mom said we should stay for dinner.” Eddie coos, moving your hand from your face. “I’ll come back for dessert if you’d enjoy that.” You impulsively buck your hips on his knee, bringing a hum of pleasure up your core. “Of course you would, Y/N Henderson. You’re such a pretty little thing, so be good and I’ll show you all my appreciation.” You swallow the lump of air in your chest, remembering to look at him. You shake your head in agreement, your head high in the clouds at his words. His knuckle nics your chin awaiting your response. 

“Yes.”

“Yes what Y/N? Use your words, you’ll have to later. Guide me in what dirty things you want me to do to you. Yes?”

“Yes, Eddie.” You squeeze his sides in your hands, causing his eyes to roll back in desire. 

“Good girl, fuck you drive me fucking crazy. Now go eat breakfast like the rest of the sheep, I’ll be out in a minute.” He taps your cheek, pushing you past him, collecting yourself as you feel his eyes boring holes into the back of your head. You quietly open the door looking out into the hallway slipping into the kitchen again. Grabbing the nearly empty coffee pot and filling your mug, steam seeping warmth into your freezing hands. Face still hot from Eddie’s lips, head thinking of what other things they were capable of. Looking out of the kitchen window, frost coating the edges of the wood frame like starlight on a lake. Beautiful and crystalline. A plate clatters down next to you on the counter, you feel his hair tickle your shoulder as he leans to place his own empty plate in the sink.

“Eat, I worked very hard on it.” He purrs into your shoulder, the heat of his words seeping through the threads of your sweater.

“I’m not hungry.” You say plainly, earning you a tisk of disappointment. “I don’t really eat breakfast, thank you.” You try to back track, in sincerity.

“I wasn’t asking Y/N.” His footsteps recede away from you into the dining room, where the other boys are talking strategy for today's game. You angrily take a large bit of the maple glazed pancake, only to be shocked when it’s not only edible but delicious. You finish the plate watching squirrels scavenging for the season's last acorns before it begins to snow. You keep the plate outside the sink, hoping Eddie sees it before Dustin cleans it. Walking around to the living room where the comatose younger kids sprawl over the couch. Dustin and Eddie cleaning off the table together pinches your heart seeing them so domestically. You lift Mike's long legs from the end cushion, setting them back on your lap when you deem yourself comfortable. 

“You good there Y/N?” Mike asks as Lucas and Garrett argue over what channel to watch.

“Huh? Yeah I’m great.” You brush him off, taking the remote from Lucas turning on a cartoon channel.

“You sure because you've been unnaturally quiet since we’ve been here.” Lucas adds, snatching the remote back, turning in his spot on the carpet.

“You two are crazy hormonal teenage boys, women are complex creatures, like Golems you can’t just confront them.” Eddie says from behind you on the couch, ruffling Mike's hair to his disgust. “Right sweetheart? You’re just a little hung over?” He mocks, licking over his front teeth in amusement.

“I don’t know what you're talking about Eddie.” You smile, turning back to the television, watching the Saturday morning cartoons. You lean further on the arm of the couch slouching enough so your head could rest on it. You doze off to the sounds of The Smurfs besting Gargamel as they did everytime. Only to be coerced from sleep by a hand trying to shake you awake.

“Y/N, go to bed.” Dustin whines, you feel the warmth of the knitted throw ripped away as the cold from the ceiling fan blows over your bare legs. 

“Here move over,” Eddie softly asks, tucking the blanket tighter around you.

“What are you doing?” a not so familiar voice asks

“Just shut up and open her door fr’ me.” Eddie hisses, arms move under your back dipping low into the couch before holding you tightly against them. He tries his best not to sway you in his arms or hit anything as he walks sideways through the hall. You nuzzle deeper into the comfortable scent, squirming when your bottom hits a doughy surface. Shifting your legs straighter and pushing a pillow under your head so similar to the night previously. You huff when his arms leave your back, cuddling closer to your pillow in protest.

“Jesus, get a room, gross. Like you two could be, anymore, perfect for each other.” Garrett says with the g more pronounced. 

“Sister is off-limits Garrett.” Dustin reminds them

“Oh come on Dustin, look at him.” Lucas motions to Eddie, you feel the blanket drape over you better this time around. You have to do everything to not open your eyes, and see the scene of boys at the foot of your bed. “You have a girlfriend and I hope you look at Suzie like that.”

“Shut up, guys. I just don’t want her to be grumpy if we wake her with our antics.”

“That right there was a lie if I ever saw one.” Jeff says in a high volume, earning him shushes and groans from the rest of them.

“Y/N is a heavy sleeper. It's fine, can we just get back to the game and get out of her bedroom?” Dustin pleads, you hear footsteps exiting your room. Closing the door behind them, you drift into a deeper sleep than before. 

Rolling over you tumble to the wet ground, jolting up in fear there’s a dark red haze around your bedroom as you shift off the ground. Groaning at the ache in your bones, getting up and reaching for the door covered in black icker. Having to push it open with some force, the hallway is covered in vines as small as a hair to larger than your own limbs or tree roots. Slimying with gray matter like calcium buildup on glass wear over a period of time. You step out looking around to the masses the vines have collected, swiping a shaking palm through the tendrils of one of them. It breaks apart like the membrane of an egg, ripping only with the force you set upon it. You see a familiar knot of hair slicked down against the alabaster skin, a spider tattoo based on their collarbone. You fling back into another cocoon like mass, pushing through the membrane with your elbow a familiar baseball cap falls from the opening. You scream as you see Dustin’s lifeless form stuck within the walls of the clumped vine. Hitting at the arms that try to pull you back and meet a similar death, their hold is tight but not suffocating. Hands grasp yours, yanking you forward once again. You scream in hopes of an escape, blinking hardly as the yellow light of your bedroom again as you wrestle the nightmare still stimulating your rapid pulse.

“Stop! Let me go, please Dustin!” You scream against the perpetrators grasp, holding your eyes shut as the grips tighter again. 

“You’re here, I’m here. We’ve got you-.” You hear told into the skin of your neck, the ragged breathing of those around you, whispering as you become silent. Opening your eyes again as the fear subsides. 

“Y/N.” Dustin says, his grasp hardening on your face. Breathing a sigh of relief when he can see your back with him. His completely fuzzy through the unbridled tears, wailing into his hands pushing yourself into him. Holding a hand to the side of his neck feeling the steadying beat of his pulse, shaking the last bit of adrenaline out of your body as he rubs a hand along your spine. The bed bears more weight than it’s used to creaking as Lucas and Mike sit down. “That was a bad one huh?” he asks for confirmation. You shake your head in agreement as it’s enveloped in Farrah Fawcett smell of his crunchy curls, and the citrus of his deodorant. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You beg, in his embrace.

“Hey relax, everythings gonna be okay.” Lucas whispers, brushing your hand with his. The softness of his action gives you the courage to in breathe deeply.

“Okay guys, come on, let's give them some room.” Mike says, you hear the door click closed. Your breathing returns to normal but your mind is still alive and anxious with the horrific scene your subconscious conjured. 

“Are you okay?” Dustin asked carefully, moving to see you. You pulled back further, hitting something behind you and freezing.

“Shit sorry. I was just holding you- when you, like, started hitting.” Eddie bounces up from behind you, with his hands up in surrender. 

“Oh my god this is so embarrassing.” You say head in your hands “M’sorry Dustin I didn’t mean to ruin your game.” You say with a trembling lip.

“No-no-no, Y/N it’s okay we wrapped it up awhile ago.” Eddie assured you, walking around your room. Flicking the length of your pothos, plant leaves that hangs in the corner of your room. “Um, not to be weird or anything-” Eddie starts.

“I didn’t know you couldn’t be.” You laugh at him, pulling at Dustin's sleeve cuff to busy your hands.

“There’s the Y/N we know and love.” Dustin chuckles

“Yes anyway, did you say my name? While you were screaming, that is.”

“Eddie-!” Lucas scolds, “You don’t just ask someone about their bloodied night terrors.”

“No it’s, it’s okay. I don’t remember.” You lie looking at Dustin, “It was just horrible, and I saw. Things.” You cross your arms over your chest, when there’s a knock at your door. Claudia let herself in without hesitation with some water and a damp cloth.

“Okay boys, terror’s over. There’s some pizza on the counter, the other kids have already dug in. So get it while it lasts.” Lucas jumps up pushing Mike in the hall into Dustin's room.

“Last one to the table is a rotten egg!” Dustin hesitantly gets up walking after them, your Mom sits beside you fluffing the pillows behind your head. Pushing you to lay back against them while she uses the cool cloth to rid any sweat beads that remain.

“Eddie honey would you mind driving the younger boys home? I’m sure I can scrounge up some gas money for you.” he shakes his head, at her offer.

“No I wouldn’t take it anyway, but yeah we’ll head out as soon as everyone grabs their slice.” He scratches the back of his neck as she stands, enveloping him in a hug. He jerks back at the embrace at first, until she sighs and his shoulders slump at her softness. 

“Thank you.” She lets go, motioning at you with her head as you sip at the cool liquid gratefully.  Leaving the room, with the door open a hairline crack. Leaving you and Eddie, alone on purpose. You feel exposed even with his wholesome encouraging chocolate eyes.

“I’m sorry-”

“I have them too.”

You both speak at the same time, only you're bewildered by him being so vulnerable. He twirls the rings around his ring fingers as his eyes scale the ground,

“My Dad was a piece of work, been in and out of jail my whole life. I guess Dustin and I bonded first with the absence of a father figure, but I at least had Wayne growing up... Do you know why I’ve been held back so many times?” You shake your head noticing that both of you have the same nervous tick, as you thread your fingers in the knitted weave of the afghan that covers your shoulders as his rings spin with fervor. 

“Before you moved or came back to Hawkins, my Mom passed away. I went through a pretty bleak path until I had someone to pull me from it. Someone who wasn’t going to hold my anger and hate against me.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you questioned in a voice minuscule to your normal tone.

“Because you have more of those ‘someone’s’ than people I know.” He laughs, stepping to crouch next to you. “Mine range from people with pitchforks chasing me to my Mom’s heart monitor in the hospital stopping. Enveloping me in darkness and silence.”

“That’s horrible, Eddie.” You bring your hand on top of his on the edge of your bedside.

“But then I look around, feel my heart beating and know everything’s gonna be okay. Also Jesus your hands are freezing.” He smiles happily, from ear to ear.

“I see people I love, hurt.” He hums brushing his thumb over your knuckles, heat blossoming from the movement “I can’t remember the last time I got a full night's sleep without some kind of drug in my system. I can’t shake them until the next day most of the time. Feeling so guilty that I worry, the people I’m so scared to lose.”

“You’re never alone.” You chuckle looking at him auspiciously, he smirks back with playfulness. “Maybe you prefer solitude but you’re always wanted.”

“Are you speaking from experience, Munson?” You jest, playing with the chain along his wrist.

“Maybe… this is a lot nicer than fighting with you.” He giggles, kneeling on the floor entangling his fingers with yours.

“Wasn’t much of a fight, you’re not very good at battles of wit.”

“Ugh there you go ruining the cute moment by insulting my intelligence. So predictable.” He chortles into your sheets, burying his face with cloth and curls.

“Eddie, hurry up and pack your shit let’s go! My Mom wants me home by 6:30 at the latest.” Mike screeches from the living room, earning laughs when his voice cracks. Eddie groans as he squeezes your hand in protest. 

“Duty calls.” He says as he stretches up to his full height nearly touching the ceiling of your small house with the tips of his fingers. You have to bite your tongue not to lunge at him enveloping him into an embrace of twisting limbs, not knowing where you began and he ended together. 

“G’night Eddie, I’ll see you Monday.”

“G’night Priss, I’ll count on it.” He walks back towards your door, as the boys continue to yell at him from the other side of the house. You can hear him respond as he shuts the bedroom door. You’d never anticipated the eagerness you had come Monday morning.

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You hadn’t spoken to Eddie directly in over a week, you noticed a change when you’d steal a glance his way. How he would look away quickly, walking the opposite end of the hallway but when you were in class he’d sit next to you. Brushing his thigh against yours in Science, play with your hair as he sat behind you in Speech. Knotting small braids at the nape of your neck. Leaving small poems or sketches of random things in obvious places, your locker, car, bedside table, even going as bold to slip them in your bag during class. He leaves you wanting more, expectant that something more will come of it. Instead your left muddled in your own thoughts day-dreaming of his lips pressed to yours as he strums his guitar. Curling into him as you watch a movie, heart pressed to heart as you run your fingers through his nest of hair crowning his brilliant mind. Your dreaming doesn’t go unnoticed especially by your long time friend appointing himself the newly renamed Steve ‘Dr. Love’ Harrington. 

“Just ask him out, already!” He tells you as he rewinds today’s returns, placing them in sectional order for you to restock.

“Dustin doesn’t want us to date. He was very clear.” You tell him for the millionth time.

“So don’t date, just. I don’t know, get him out of your system. Either he’ll reject you or…”

“Or what, Harrington?”

“You know, have a night of whirlwind romance. You said he was pretty dominant, right?” He awkwardly fumbled over his words, looking at the ground.

“Ew Steve.” You push past him, grabbing the tapes he’d actually accomplished completing during his interrogation to place them back where they belong. 

“Look, all I’m saying is something has to give because you’re distracted. Happy but distracted for the first time since-”

“Okay I think it’s time for my break, I’ll see you in ten.”

“Y/N.” he says solemnly, regretting his choice of words.

“It’s okay Steve, I get it you're just looking out for me.” You shoot him with finger guns and he fake gets hit in the heart as you walk back to the break room. You hear the bell of the door ring immediately, thinking nothing of it until you return to see Steve checking out Garrett Emerson. Eddie’s right hand man. He quickly leaves tape in hand, nodding at you as he exits.

“And what was that about?” You ask Steve from next to him, making him jump in surprise.

“Christ!- Don’t do that kid.” He says holding his chest,

“You are not even six months older than me, dingus.”

“You’ve been around Robin too much, and that dude was just renting some horror film. So I don’t know what you mean.”

“You are a horrible liar Steven.”

“Hey Emerson, started it!” He whines, you finish closing for the night. Unable to contain your joy for going home on a Friday night alone as a teenager. 

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Home sweet home, you’d just taken a bath. Eaten hamburger helper for the third time this week and dressed in your thick pajamas with the temperature dropping everyday. Claudia would wait to turn on the floor heaters until there was snow on the ground. The house is silent as Mom is at work and Dustin is spending the night with Lucas and Mike at Hellfire. You curl up into your freshly made bed with a good book, dousing off within the first hundred pages while Fleetwood Mac hums quietly from your player. Jolted when Dustin opens your door to tell you he made it home safe, you murmur about there being leftovers in the fridge into your pillow. Hearing the door close, the beep of a microwave and the shower not long after. Dustin always tried to be quiet and he knew if he hadn’t woken you would have freak out worse but once you were awake this late it was pretty hard to fall back to sleep unless you did something about it. And those options were pretty exclusive which would actually knock you out. The ache in your legs since Eddie trapped you in the bathroom seemed to win when you realized there was less than half a joint tucked into your nightstand. Not even sitting back down after removing your pants there was rattling on your window of bulky metal rings and a jean vest. When you opened the window there he was, hair wind wiped and the award winning, swoon worthy smile of Eddie Munson himself. Like you’d manifested him from your boredom. 

“Well hello there.” He winked as he hoisted himself a few feet to climb into your room.

“Eddie? What the hell are you doing, Dustin could hear you?!” you whisper yelled, in panic still helping to haul the boy in through your window sill. He did a majority of the work, what he lacked in coordination he made up for in strength. You’d make a note of that for later.

“Well then you better keep my mouth busy, huh?” He said breathless, pulling your body against his. Eyes deep and dark with lust as he watched your lips.

“Eddie, what do you think I am?” you said with less bit then you wanted.

“Like a friend with benefits.” He tried to charm, brushing your hair off your neck sending a shiver down your spine.

“We’d have to be friends to call it that.” You bit your bottom lip as your knees met the bed. He let you fall back against the pillows, stripping himself of his Reeboks and jackets before climbing over you.

"Okay… It's not friends with benefits, think of it as two people. Very hot, sexy people just banging for support," He said as his hand hiked one of your legs over his hip to slot himself between them. 

"You disgust me. My panties have never been dryer."

“Well I can fix that sweetheart.” Eddie begins kissing down your body, licking and nipping where your clothes typically cover. Taking his time to suck pink marks into the places that make you wiggle in his ministrations. “Is this enough?” He nears your inner thighs, inhaling deeply and eyeing the gradual wet spot near your entrance. He bites down on the supple flesh of your inner thigh, you inhale sharply bucking your hips into his face. Giving him enough room to slide his hands under both sides of your underwear. Admiring the softness of your malleable chub along your ample hips. “I can give you more, I just need to get rid of these sweet thing.”

“Eddie… We can’t.” You complain, pulling his face to meet yours as you sit on the edge of your bed. 

“Give me a reason, a good reason. I can’t take you here, right now.”

“I promised Dustin, he needs me. He needs you-” Eddie silences your plea, swallowing the words on his tongue. Pulling away from you breathless, eyes sizzling in the yellow light of the bedside lamp.

“Fuckkk-, Y/N. That just makes me want you even more, I told you off-limits. I know what I’m risking here, let’s just-just make it worth our while.” He impulsively nipped along your jaw, hand tangling in the hair at the back of your neck. Exposing the smooth skin to his advances.

“Been thinking about this for a while, pretty boy?” 

“You haunt me sweetheart.” He feels you stiffen underneath him, pulling back to look at you. “In the best way, but we don’t have to do anything that you don’t want ever. I-”

“Trust me when I say I want to, it’s just hard.” You whine, running your hands through his hair. He smiles childishly, eyes rolling back when you scratch his scalp.

“Tell me about it.” He bucks his hips into you pressing his ever stiffening length against your thigh.

“You're such a man.” You sneer, pulling his head back to your neck.

“Hmm, let me prove it. Please, let me make this week up to you.”

“Such a pretty boy using his manners and everything.” He growls in your ear a low animalistic one. “Do you have a praise kink, baby?”

“Fuck yeah, have you met me?” He says a little too loudly so much you cup a hand over his mouth and shush him. “See gotta keep my mouth busy, like the naughty little slut I am.”

“God stop fucking talking and do something.” 

“You're such a whiner, Y/N. Not even gonna ask me nicely, huh? Did Daddy not teach you any manners?” You sit up forcing Eddie to pull back from you kneeling on your bed, hands raised in surrender.

“Sit on the head board, now. Pants down, shirt off.”

“Y/N-”

“Did I stutter? You still want me?” He nodded vigorously, slippin his shirt and jeans off unskillfully. You took the opportunity to slide off your panties and throw the discarded clothes to the floor, taking his black hanky from his back pocket. Finding a condom in his other pocket, he adjusts the pillows behind him grabbing something under his right side. Pulling a small stuffed dog who’s seen better days from under him.

“This yours?” he asks smiling, you grab the stuffy throwing it towards your closet. Crawling up the bed to straddle his lap, Eddie uses his hands to balance you. He breathes in sharply when you sit completely flat again, his dick still straining in the confines of his boxers. 

“This yours?” you ask, pulling the condom in between your two bodies.

“Yeah-, ya know safety first and. Shit-” He stutters when you roll your hips catching your clit on his hard on, his head hitting the headboard. 

“You're like a bitch in heat, Eds. Calm down.”

“You’re such a naughty tease.”

“You bet your tight ass I am, now are you gonna stay my good boy?” He shook his head in agreement and you felt his dick jump at the praise. “So pretty Eds, now hands together.” He put his hands together, wrists touching as you wrapped his bandana around them once and tied and tightened them on the wooden pole of your headboard.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Hmm how helpless you look, right now.” You kissed his nose, trailing your hands down his inked chest. Tracing his tattoos for the first time. Going low enough to tickle the dark curls that drag into the covered area of his pelvis. He squirmed under your touch and gaze.

“You know the color system? Green, good. Yellow, slow and check in. Red for stop.”

“Well I do know, what are you right now?”

“Green, absolutely green with envy that I cannot touch those pretty tits.”

“You will, for now you just gotta sit there and be pretty and quiet for me. Can I touch you?” You pouted, toying with the band of his boxers. A damp spot darken the center, it was unclear if it was from you or him at this point.

“Please.” You kissed him, swallowing the moan he gave you as you palmed him underneath the confines of his boxers. He was thick and heavy feeling like satin in your palm, you broke the kiss to lick your palm. Tasting his pre and you slickened it with your spit. He leaned forward for your lips again, You stroked him tight and languid, wanting to memorize every vein and whimper of Eddie. Your center began to buck against his thigh as you felt yourself grow ever wetter from the scene you’d created.

“Please Y/N, faster. You’re killing me here, shit.” Eddie said through broken moans.

“You wanna cum, slut?” You asked as his head fell against your cover chest, sweat breaking along his brow. Mouthing at your breasts as he breathed heavily while you picked up your hands pace against him. Pre-cum spilling from his sensitive tip made it easy to glide your hand against him, you started to squeeze the tip on each stroke upwards. Making his arms shake in the restraints.

“M’cum, please let me cum.”

“You gonna be my cum slut Eddie? Make a mess all over us?” Your hips stuttered when his thigh flexed, moaning at your words. “You're such a dirty boy, look at me when you cum. Now cum now.” He bucked his hips into your hand as thick spurts of his seed painted his abdomen and boxers. Snowballing your own high as you rubbed against him, still jerking him until he wiggled from over stimulation. 

“Yellow, shit. You are so good, give me a sec.” He said through pleasurable hiccups, you slowed your hand before removing it completely. Retreating from the confines of his boxers before licking your hand clean of any cum that was left on your hand. You swore Eddie’s eyes nearly blew out of his skull or jaw dislocated.

“You taste good.” You mumbled as you untied his hands, rubbing the red marks from him pulling. He cupped your face in his hands, taking your breath away when he roamed your mouth in search of his taste.

“So do you. A little more metal than I thought you’d be but tasty nonetheless.” You laughed hard enough to earn yourself a shush from the boy.

“Fuck off, you smell.”

“No you,” he countered as you rolled off the side of the bed reaching for your bathrobe. Removing your shirt teasingly enough to not show him your breasts. 

“Wait where are you going?” Eddie gets up in impressive speed after the endeavor you had, ruining your childhood bedroom forever. 

“To clean up?” You look at him, still glistening with the post orgasm bliss.

“No, just wait here, I’ll get a towel and some water.”

“Snacks?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him, pushing sweat damp bangs out of his eyes.

“You’re thinking about food right now while we’re both half naked?”

“I’m thinking about a lot of things, I just proved how good of a multi-tasker I am. Right?”

“You are the bane of my existence. Is your mom home?”

“You’re talking about my mom after I gave you the best handy of your life.”

“I just want to know how many people I need to sneak around.” he said pulling your bathrobe off your shoulders, exposing your naked chest and soaked through panties. You yelp covering your chest.

“Just Dustin. Robe stealer.”

“What happened to naughtly slut? Cum slut?” You shook your head taking his hellfire shirt from the carpeted floor and slipping it on over yourself. It was a tight fit around your middle but the softness and smell of Eddie made up for it. “Pretty Boy? Good boy, maybe?”

“You are pretty.”

“Whatever you say sweetheart. I’ll be back quickly.” He opened your bedroom door, turning to the bathroom first and getting you a wet rag to clean yourself up with. By the time you had slipped on clean shorts there was a knock on your bedroom door. Giddy you opened it thinking the blushing metal head would be standing behind it. You were right except there was also your little brother, with a scowl painting his face holding onto the sleeve of your bathroom of the half-naked metal head. While you were also half-naked where said boy’s Hellfire shirt.

“Living room, now!” Dustin said, pointing behind him. Yeah you were in deep shit.

Writer: Miss

Personal Blog: @ebaylee422

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Hey posted this on my page, it is linked as my masterlist with the Fandom request post pin on this shared page as well. Going to try and post my long awaited Eddie one-shot since I've finally recovered from illness and stress. Requests are opened but I do have a Eddie Zombie!AU planned as well as my new Aemond fic on my personal pages. But don't hesitate to request here for either Edge or me!

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Masterlist

Eddie Munson:

You should wear my clothes more often- Fem!Reader/Smut

Steve Harrington:

To Build a Home, Dad!Steve X Pregnant Reader/Smut

Billy Hargrove:

Newby!Reader Ficlet-

Seeing is Believing, First Time (Smut)

Sweater Weather, Fluff/Angst

Aemond Targaryen:

The Emerald Prince and his Sapphire Princess-

The Prologue, intro to the series/Fluff/Angst

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Vulnerability (Starscream/reader pt 4)

Summary: Starscream agreed to stay with you tonight. You thought it would be a simple crash on the couch situation. But when have things ever been simple between you two?

Relationship: Starscream/you

Tags: Fluff, angst, mentions of loss, smut, passionate, kissing, oral, NSFW minors dni, 18+, yeah I gave you smut this time be happy

Written by Edge

Personal account: @hollister-mc

It surprised you that Starscream actually agreed to stay with you tonight. You could only hope he wouldn't get in more trouble when he got back to the Nemesis, you'd honestly rather he didn't go back at all but you doubt bucket-head would allow that. 

You sigh and finish putting on your nightshirt in your bathroom. You stare at yourself in the mirror, slowly running your fingers through your hair. Why are you nervous? You're just letting him rest at your place, you're not even gonna sleep in the same room since there's not really much space on your bed for you both… Would he even want your bed? How the fuck to Cybertronians even sleep? Or recharge?

Whatever, you can't stall forever. One final sigh and you exit your bathroom. Starscream was up and looking at various things in your room, currently examining a photo on your wall. Starscream looked at it with what can only be described as fondness. In the picture you stood with three children that he recognized, the very same kids that were with the autobots. The ones that you had sacrificed yourself to protect the day he brought you to the Nemesis. The autobots had taken the children in, becoming their guardians and forming deep friendships.

An uncomfortable pang of jealousy hit him. They always looked so happy. They cared for each other greatly. It's not something he wanted to admit to himself, but the thought of a team– no, a family was something he longed for. Oh how he missed his Trine brothers. The only silver lining from their untimely demise was that they didn't have to see the fall of their planet. It had been so long already, but the pain of their loss still felt like a fresh wound whenever he thought of them. 

You watched Starscream stare at the photo, his wings had dropped behind him, the fond look in his face was replaced with grief. You stepped a bit closer and looked at the photo, yours, Miko’s, Jack's, and Raf's smiling faces stared back at you. You glanced back at Starscream for a moment before clearing your throat softly. "We took this photo not that long ago, I had recently gotten a new camera and Miko insisted on taking photos with it." A warm smile spread on your lips as you recalled the memory. Starscream moved his gaze from the picture down to you. "You four are… close?" He was hesitant. You nod and smile at him. He glanced away for a moment. "How um… Did you meet them?"

You chuckled softly. "I actually knew all of them separately before they met each other. I babysit for Rafs' parents sometimes. I met Jack at his work once and we got along super well, we just bitched about our jobs for an hour. And I nearly ran Miko over with my car once and I've never been able to shake her since." You laugh at the memory, Starscream's lips twitch upwards as he watched you. 

You stop laughing after a moment, face falling slightly. Your eyes meet his and you chew on your lip nervously for a moment, debating whether or not to ask the question on your mind. 

"I'm sorry if it's rude of me to ask, I know it's not really any of my business but…" You take a deep breath and continue. "It's just the way you looked at the picture, it's like you were recalling someone… Is there anyone you're close with?" 

Starscream falters for a moment. "On the Nemesis? No. I rant to Knockout occasionally but I wouldn't say I have any… Strong connections. But…" He gets a far away look. "Back on Cybertron I had two younger brothers, they were killed early on in the war. They were the closest people to me." 

Starscream broke your heart for the second time that night. 

"I'm so sorry…" You whisper out. Starscream shakes his head and glances back at the photo. "It was a long time ago. I've moved on, but I still think about them from time to time." 

You nod slowly. "What were their names?" 

"Thundercracker and Skywarp." 

You crack a small smile. "Those are kickass names." 

Starscream lets out a bark of laughter. "If only they could hear that. I have a feeling they would have liked you, especially with how snarky you are." You laugh and send a smirk at him. "Did they enjoy annoying you as much as I do?" 

Starscream chuckles lowly and shakes his head. "Oh you have no idea." You giggle softly. "Damn, now I really wish I could have met them…" You trail off, a beat of sadness in your voice. Starscream turns and looks down at you, a warm expression on his face. "As do I…" 

You lift your head up and meet his gaze. Your heart seemingly stutters in your chest once you see the gaze he's giving you. You've never seen him so… Content.

It's hard for you to keep yourself grounded when he's looking at you like that— like he's seeing the night sky for the first time in his life. 

Starscream can't take his optics off you. These emotions he's feeling, they're brand new. He's had past lovers, brief, fun, intense, but a fast burn. He's never dived into the deep abyss that is passion, and dare he say love. It's quite frankly absurd that he even dares let his mind wander to such things, but the way you look at him… It's like he's finally being seen for the first time in his life. 

He's never talked about his brothers before, to anyone. Not even Megatron bothered to get to know his second in command. His brothers only lived in his memories, he held that close to his spark. It was the one thing he could have that no one else could. 

And yet… He told you. 

He shared his most personal memory with you, came to you in his weakest moments, and had been intimate with you. All of these moments, he was at his most vulnerable. And you, a tiny organic, held more compassion and kindness in you in your small fragile body than any of the countless lifeforms he's encountered. 

He should hate you. You're a human, let alone an alley of his enemies. He found organics disgusting anyway. So why was he so drawn to you? Why did he want you so badly?

Starscream slowly raised his arm, his servo nearing your face. You felt a strong sense of Déjà vu, recalling the night where he first came into your house. You had sex and then before he left he almost touched your face, but last second he stopped himself and left without another word. You wonder if he's going to do it again.

He looks nervous, you give him a soft smile. His servo touches the right side of your face, his temperature has increased since he first arrived. You leaned into his touch, turning and kissing his palm. He made a choked sound, you glance up at him again, a light blue glow dusting his face. 

Starscream feels like he just entered zero gravity. The warmth that you gave off, physically, and emotionally was intoxicating— addicting even. You raised your hand, resting it on his servo that was placed against your cheek. Something inside him snapped. 

He leaned down and crashed his lips into yours, eliciting a surprised gasp from you. You shut your eyes, raising your arms to touch him. Starscream immediately noticed you trying to reach him. He snaked his arm under your rear, lifting you effortlessly up. You yelped at the movement but he cut you off, thrusting his tongue into your mouth. You moan and wrapped your legs and arms around him, arms carefully moving along his chassis avoiding any damages. 

Starscream moves his servo from your face to the back of your head, running through your hair. You shudder at the sensation of his sharp talons moving across your scalp gently. His tongue glides over yours, his movements hungry and desperate. The sensation of his mouth is sending you into a sensory overload. The texture is firm and flexible, making you wonder if they're able to taste the same way humans do. You're lost in the motion, mind buzzing from the way he's making you feel. 

After a few moments Starscream moves towards your bed, laying you down gently all while continuing to kiss you with the intensity of a damn supernova. You slowly come out of your daze as you feel your back hit the bed. You pull back and place your hands on his chassis, panting softly. "Wait." Starscream pauses and looks down at you with a slightly worried expression. "What's wrong?" 

You run your hands over the smooth metal. "Shouldn't we wait until you're healed?" You breathed out, still tracing shapes with your finger tips. Starscream tilted his helm, giving you an adoring smile as he looked down at you; he ran a digit ever so gently over your bottom lip. "I've dealt with far worse my dear." 

You frown and reach up, running a hand over his face. "That's not exactly comforting." He chuckled and grabbed your hand, mimicking your earlier action by pressing his lips to your palm. "Trust me, I'm more than capable of handling certain physical activities…" His voice grew deeper towards the end of his sentence, his grin was wicked with implication. 

Your face burned at his tone. "Alright but… You lay down then." Starscream blinked. "What?" 

A sly smirk spread on your face and you slowly sat up. "Lay down on the bed. I'm in charge tonight." His face lit up with blue from your tone. "W-What, are you positive? I um… Was I not good last time?" Your face dropped and you got to your knees, raising your body higher so you can be closer to his face. "No! No, no you were… Extremely good… I just want you to relax this time, let me take care of you." 

Starscream let out a nervous ex-vent. Thinking back to previous flings he's always been on top, reason being, he just… Doesn't like being at the mercy of someone else. 

It's not that he doesn't enjoy it, he's indifferent either way. A hard life lesson he's learned is to not let himself get into compromising situations, any type of situation. Getting on his knees, literally or metaphorically for anyone makes his sends an uncomfortable feeling through him. Its bad enough he has to grovel at Megatron's pedes to avoid getting beaten. But when he thinks about you, and letting you have control… Maybe it's not so bad.

You see the hesitation in his expression, you caress his face again soothingly. "It's alright if that's not your thing. I just don't want you to over exert yourself." 

He shakes his head and makes eye contact with you. "No It's alright, if that's what you wish." You grin and get off the bed. "Okay, just lay down and get comfortable." You move put of his way and head out into your main room, making sure you turned out the lights and locked your front and back door for the night. Starscream awkwardly climbed onto the soft mattress. Human berths, or 'beds' were different from Cybertronians. Berths weren't that complex, he could recharge anywhere, comfort wasn't exactly a need. He understood why humans needed the comfort, organics had muscle and tissue that could become sore and tense if they didn't get the proper support. Sleep cycles in humans were also different then his species. 

He leaned back, resting his helm on your pillows. It was a lot nicer than he had anticipated. You walk back into your bedroom, smirking at how stiff he looks laying there. You slowly shut your bedroom door and dim your lights. "You certainly look comfy." 

He scoffs and rolls his optics. "Don't get snippy with me, you're lucky I'm even doing this." You snicker and move closer to the bed, he stares at you, running his gaze up and down your body. "Come on now, do that thing humans do. Strip for me." 

You let out a bark of laughter. "Demanding hm? You're lucky you're injured, if you would have said that to me any other time I would have had to punish you." Starscream nearly shivered at your words. Despite you being a mere human he didn't doubt your threat, instead he made a mental note to provoke you next time. 

You're not quite sure how to put on a strip tease when you're in a baggy shirt and pj shorts, so you just go for a slow removal. You slide your shirt up, exposing the skin on your mid section. His optics follow the hem of your shirt up, soaking up the gradual reveal of skin. You ball your shirt in your hands before tossing it at Starscream, he scoffs and flings it away, not even bothering to look at where it went. 

You slide your pj shorts down, this time you can make it a little more sensual. You glide them down whilst moving your hips side to side. They drop to the floor, leaving you in only your underwear. Starscream raised a talon, curling his digit in a beckoning motion. Your heartbeat quickens as you move towards him. It feels like slow motion as you get closer. His gaze burns through you, it's nearly enough to make your knees buckle. 

You climb onto the bed and lift your leg over him, straddling his thighs. He's staring up at you, running his optics up and down your body. "May I?" He hovers his servos over your sides. You nod and he runs his talons up your sides gently, enjoying the soft warmth you gave off. A smile forms on your face, you lean down pressing a light kiss on his lips. He slides his sharp talons up your bare back ever so gently, sending a shiver up your spine. 

You place your hands on his chassis as you kiss him, making sure to be extra careful as your fingers glide over any scratches or dents. Your feather light touches over his injuries sends a sensation through him he's never felt before, it's like a burning in his spark. He tightens his grip on your sides, pulling you up further and resting you on his hips. You let out a hot breath as you pull away from his lips.

You stare up into his optics as you slowly move your hips over his. The red in his optics darken slightly, and his grip on your waist trembles. Biting your lip you take that as a sign to do it again, he groans softly at the burning heat growing in his interface panel. You marvel silently as you grind, finding it fascinating that you feel the pressure grow under you. Truly, you'll never get over the wonders of how Cybertronians work. 

A smirk slides over your lips as you watch his face twist in pleasure, you can tell he's trying to hold it together, but you're not going to let that happen.

You slide your fingers up his chassis and towards his shoulders, your hips move agonizingly slow as you slide your fingers in between the creases of his armor. He lets out a breathy moan, bucking his hips up into yours. You let out a hiss through your teeth. "You gonna show me how you did your magic last time?" You ask.

He furrows his brows, glancing down at you with a dazed expression. "What?" 

You bring your hand downwards, tapping lightly on the plating where you had been grinding. He twitches under you. "This right here. You wouldn't let me see it last time." He blinks in recognition and lowers his gaze, he smirks and hooks a talon on your underwear, pulling it and snapping it back to your skin. "Only if I get to see you take this off." 

A breathless chuckle leaves your mouth and you scoot backwards, stopping when your back meets the spikes on his knees. You tried to move in the most elegant way you could as you slipped them off, it wasn't graceful but it was the best you could do in your position. His predatory gaze wasn't helping either, it made your hands shake with anticipation. 

He grins. "Good job~" You snap your eyes down, watching in awe as his panel hisses open. You felt your mouth salivate as his length stood in front of you. You never thought you were one for body worship, but you guess aliens can have an exception. 

He cleared his vents after you kept staring, he couldn't help but feel a tad self conscious. After all this was new territory for both of you, yes you've messed around before but last time was quick and intense, this was far more… Intimate. What if now that you were up close and personal you're having second thoughts about everything? 

You snap your eyes up to his and he averts his gaze, a light blue creeping onto his faceplate. You giggle softly at his bashfulness. "Hey now, no need to be shy, Star." His face darkens in color at the nickname, he's looking everywhere but your face. You look back down at his length, there's no way in hell you could fit it all into your mouth, but then again you don't need to fit it all. 

You lean over and place both of your hands around the base, you still can't believe this thing fit inside you, you gotta remember to give yourself a pat on the back later. Starscream tensed as you touched him, you can't imagine the thoughts running through his mind right now. He's obviously not used to being the one not in control, at least in this type of situation.

You let out a hot breath over the tip of his erection, you don't really know the proper term so you just decided to keep it ambiguous in your mind. You take the tip into your mouth, you could have swore you felt a faint zap on your tongue. 

Starscream jolted, letting out a quiet whimper. "W-What are you doing?" Your mind kicks into high gear hearing that whimper. You swirl your tongue, tilting your head so that you can keep an eye on his face. A shuddered moan leaves his mouth, and you take that as a sign to do more. You stroke his shaft with one hand as you suck, using your other hand to rest on his thigh. 

"N-Ngh~" Starscream throws his helm back onto your pillows, never before had he felt such a… unique sensation like this. You dipped your head forward, taking a little more into your mouth, all while stroking him near the base. "Primus…" He lets out a low groan, lifting his servo run through your hair. You moaned onto his shaft, causing him to whine and buck his hips up. You gagged slightly as his length reached your throat, your mouth burned from being stretched but you couldn't stop now. No not when he was a moaning pathetic mess underneath you. 

The nearly agonizing throbbing between your legs was enough to keep your mind off any discomfort, surely you were going to be a dripping mess at the end of this. 

"P-Please, if you keep going I-I'll~" He cut himself off with a loud moan as you hallowed out your cheeks around him. You pulled back with a heavy breath. "Can I swallow?" 

His breath hitches and he looks confused. "H-Huh?" You smirk at his dazed expression, continuing to stroke him. "Oh come on sweetheart, I know I distract you but answer my question." He whimpers as he looks at you, nearly trembling as you lick his tip teasingly; waiting for his answer. 

He fumbles with his words, choosing to clench your bed sheets instead, no doubt ripping them in the process. You're trying hard not to get an ego boost, but there's no doubt that you're making him absolutely stupid from the pleasure. A deep burning satisfaction grows in your guts. No one aboard the Nemesis could do this for him, not the way you can. Dare you say no one in the nearby solar systems could either. 

You lick him a few more times while waiting for his reply, each time making him shutter and moan. "I-I don't think my… Mm, transfluid would be safe for you to ingest." He groans softly. "Granted it probably won't kill you, b-but it probably won't feel great…" It took a lot more effort to form those sentences than he would have liked. You grin and pump him even faster. "That's fine, just cum on me then~" Your voice was velvet to him. He came suddenly, moaning loudly as he spilled his neon liquid onto you. You had to silence the voice in your mind telling you that the glowing fluid looked pretty splattered on your body.

Starscream panted heavily, he's never had such a sudden overload before, something about your voice just did him in. He opened his optics and looked at you, Primus you looked so good like that. You, kneeling over him, wiping a bit of his transfluid from your cheek, whilst the rest dripped down you, it was mesmerizing. He raised his servo to your face, curling a digit under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. Your breath caught in your throat when your eyes met his. They were filled with an emotion you couldn't quite distinguish, or maybe you were just too scared to. 

Starscream slowly sat up, you placed your palms on his chassis and glanced at his wounds worriedly. "Star you should-" He kissed you. Not roughly, or hungrily like he has before. No, this was soft, meaningful, and dare you say… Loving. 

Your eyes fall shut and you relax into the kiss. Your mind is running rampant. Granted, you've been telling yourself for a while that this… relationship that you have isn't good for either one of you. If anyone finds out you both are fucked, you both knew this. 

But this… was a different type of danger. You felt like you were tip toeing a fine line between whatever this was and something more, something deeper. 

The worst part was that some part of you didn't care. He was so much more than you had originally thought of him. When you first met him it was during a fight and he nearly killed you. After hearing the stories that the autobots told you, you decided that Starscream was just an arrogant, power hungry, self-righteous twat. 

But now… the way he looked at you the first night he came to your house, and then tonight… You learned so much more about him, he was so vulnerable and most of all he trusted you. 

You let out a quiet whimper as he kissed you. It was barely audible but of course he picked it up. He circled his arms around you, and hoisted you further onto his lap. You could feel his length in between you both and it made your face burn. You moaned as his tongue slipped into your mouth, it slid along yours curiously. Like he was wanting to memorize the way you felt. 

Your fingers gripped onto his broad shoulders, pressing your tongue into his. You don't think you'll ever get used to how he feels, how he tastes, it's so fucking addictive. You pull away gasping for air, he immediately dives for your neck. You gasp loudly at the sensation of his tongue running over your neck. You unconsciously lean your head back, giving him better access as you try to catch your breath. 

He nibbles gently while gliding his servo down your chest and stomach, your breath hitches as his talons run even lower. Your grip on his shoulders becomes tighter, as you shut your eyes. His mouth on your neck sends ripples throughout your body, all ending up between your legs. "S-Starscream…" You whine, arching into him slightly as his digit slides across your slit. Just as you imagined you are soaked and beginning to drip down your thighs. He moves carefully, using the back side of his talon to avoid cutting you as he rubs up and down. You pant heavily and rest your head onto his chassis, hissing from the mix of pleasure and want for more. 

He reaches back and guides his erection in front of your entrance, eliciting a choked moan from you. Starscream turns your head towards him. "Look at me darling." You nod pathetically and stare into his optics. They have got to be the most gorgeous shade of red you've ever seen.

With that he moves forward, sliding into you slowly. Your vision blurs slightly from the pain but it quickly regains. You keep your eyes on him, even as you wince in pain you look at him. He was buried inside of you. Shaky breaths leave your mouth as you adjust to his size, you feel his servo tremble on your lower back. 

The pain slowly melted away, Starscream watched you the entire time. You gripped onto his shoulders a bit tighter before slowly rolling your hips forward. Starscream let out a low grunt, like he was trying to restrain himself. A slight grin formed on your lips, there was something so satisfying knowing the effect you had on him. 

You lifted your hips slowly, letting his length slide out. Your breathing was shallow as you slowly sank back down. Your lips quivered and let out a quiet mewl. Starscream ran his talons down your back as you rocked up and down slowly. You leaned back and rested your hands on his thighs, moving your hips a little faster. Soft moans from you both filled the room along with the groans of your bed frame. You just hoped the extra weight wouldn't do in your frame, it at least had a couple more years left in it. 

Starscream gripped your hips firmly as you bounced, he started to match your movements, thrusting in time with you. Your arms trembled but you kept moving, your speed growing faster with need. 

Your eyes fluttered closed and all you could think of was how good it felt to have him sliding into you repeatedly. Starscream watched your face contort with pleasure, it was positively enthralling for him.

A deep buried part of him sparked to life, a part that thrived from pleasing others. Normally he felt it whenever Megatron gave a light praise, or someone commended him on his flight skills. It was normal for anyone to have such a reaction from such things, but for him it was a bit more. To put it bluntly he was starved for praise. And seeing you nearly drunk on pleasure, pleasure that he was giving you?

Primus, he had no idea how to get himself out of this mess. Let alone if he even wanted too. 

His talons dug into your lower back, a deep moan left your throat as he thrusted roughly into you. Your whole body twitched as he hit that deep spot. Your breathing was shallow, and your vision was spotted with stars. Never in your life was anyone able to hit your g-spot, it never bothered you, some people didn't care or couldn't figure it out. But Starscream just found it by accident, and oh boy did he notice. 

"Human anatomy is fascinating." He chuckles, his voice gravelly and traced with static. You let out a huff and look at him. "I don't know what you're talking about." He grinds slowly, keeping his length inside you. "Sure you do darling. You must know that I'm aware of how your body reacts. Especially right now…" He grinds a bit more roughly, pushing his tip right into that special spot. "I can feel the difference, see the difference, and hear the difference…" He grins wickedly as you whimper. 

He sits up straighter, pulling you flush against his chassis. Your breath hitches and you glance up at him. He dips his helm, swiftly capturing your lips into a soft kiss. He pulls back and moves to the side of your head, letting hot air ghost over your ear and neck. "Let me know if it gets too much for you." 

"What?" You turn to ask but the sharp buck from him makes the breath in your chest evaporate. 

Starscream started to thrust into you, roughly. All you could do was moan as you got quite literally, fucked stupid.

Starscream made it his sole goal to hit your g-spot every. single. time. Your hands fumbled around his chassis, searching for anything to find purchase on. Anything to ground you from feeling like you were going to melt through the bed and into the floor. You decided to slip to his back, gripping onto his wings, his intake hitched and his hips sputtered. A guttural moan left him, he quickly recovered his rhythm, going even faster than before. 

"S-S-Star~" You sounded pathetic. You could barely form words, as he drove into you ruthlessly. You gripped his wings tighter at the base, far away from the minor injuries he had on them. A moan that could only be described as slutty left Starscream, your core tightened impossibly fast and you became suddenly aware of your oncoming climax. He was driving into you with unhinged force, you wouldn't be shocked if your pelvis gets dislocated. 

"I-I… fuck, Star your gonna make me—" You cut off your own sentace with a moan, Starscream's talons racked down your lower back. The sting shot straight into pleasure as you quickly realized he broke the skin. Your grip on his wings tightened instinctively, Starscream growled clenching your hips tighter. "Please, please I'm so fucking close… Please, oh fuck please~" Your face was pressed into his chassis, moaning a mantra of pleads for release. 

Starscream heard you loud and clear, he kept his brutal pace. It took nearly everything in him to hold off on overloading. He wanted you to do it first, he wanted to feel you around him. Fuck yes, he wanted you to be the thing that sent him over the edge.  He groaned and held your soft body closer, the heat you gave off was heavenly. “Overload for me, do it.” He panted out in-between thrusts. 

Your back arched and a strangled moan left your lips, it was white hot pleasure that shot through your entire body. Your muscles clenched tightly around him, sending him into a violent and electrifying overload. His optics went offline as his hips sputtered, he shot transfluid inside you. it felt different this time, like TV static pooling in your abdomen. 

Your moans faded into raspy breathing, you could have sobbed from the ecstasy pulsing through you. Starscream's optics came online, he blinked slowly as his intake went back to normal. You were flush against him, face pressed into his chassis. Your hands had slipped from his wings, instead resting above his hips. He glanced down at you, slowly lifting his servos from your hips. 

His spark dropped as he noticed the crimson scratches running down your lower back. "Scrap, I'm sorry I hurt you." 

You let out a contempt hum, glancing up at his worried expression. "You did the exact opposite to me, Star." Your voice was slightly hoarse. Starscream ignored the sensation in his spark at your words. "I scratched your back, I made you bleed."

A stupid grin spread across your lips. "What are you grinning for?" Starscream's voice was soft, he sounded like he was moments away from a breakdown. You looked up at him, your eyes lidded as you gazed up at him. Maybe it was the post orgasm glow, or the heat of the moment in general, but fuck did he look stunning. 

"Trust me sweetheart, you didn't hurt me. You… Christ, you made me feel so incredibly good." You gave him a warm smile. He looked unsure. "But you're bleeding…" 

"Feels good. At least it feels good for me knowing I made you do that. Human culture has a thing where scratches like that are a sign of satisfaction. Trust me, look it up." You giggle, letting your fingertips run over the edges of his armor. He let out a soft sigh of defeat, as he moved his servo up to your head. A single digit twirled some strands of your hair. 

Your chest felt tight as you stared up at him, admiring how handsome he was, how pretty he was. How the utter contempt in his face made your heart flutter. You wanted to treasure that peaceful look, you wanted him to feel safe all the time. The thought of him going back to Megatron made you sick to your stomach. You wanted to run away with him, hide him away from the war lord, from everyone who wanted to harm him. It was irrational, and impossible. You knew this, but it sure as hell didn't stop you from imagining it. 

"You look tired." Starscream broke the silence, his voice was low as he continued to play with your hair. "So do you." You replied, voice just as low. His optics met your eyes and that flutter racked your heart again. "You take a lot out of me." He smirked slightly.

You chuckled and slowly got off of his lap, pulling him down onto the bed with you. He watched as you grabbed the blanket and pulled it up, covering your body and part of his. You snuggled into his side, draping an arm over him. His wings were flat against the mattress, he shifted slightly, feeling surprisingly comfortable. He couldn't tell if it was the bed or you that made him feel that way. 

"Is this comfy for you?" You mumble. Starscream glances down at you, wrapping an arm around you gently. "Yes."

You rubbed your hand in soothing circles over his plating, as your eyes grew heavy. He watched with the faintest smile on his face as your eyes drooped shut. 

He could get used to this. By the pit he wanted to get used to this. It doesn't matter if he'll be a bit sore in the morning for staying in mass conversion for so long. He'd stay like this forever if you asked him. Whatever you wanted, whatever it took to be able to be with you. 

...Be with you? He wanted… to be with you. 

He squeezed his optics shut, his processor buzzed unpleasantly, his spark doing the same. He had a horrible feeling that he knew what was happening. Something that was dangerous. It put not only him at risk, but you as well, which was the worst part. 

This whole night was more intimate than it should have been. He was an idiot for coming here in the first place. He should have just gone back to his quarters and sulked, no he still would have thought of you. Truthfully he should have never let his thoughts of you go past hate, things would have been so much simpler. 

But here he was, lying next to you in your bed after a night of you taking care of him and intense interfacing. Primus, he was in trouble, he doesn't know what he would do if Megatron found out about you both. Megatron would kill you, slowly, painfully, and probably in front of him before he turned and killed him as well. 

Then again, maybe he wouldn't have to know. If he just stayed on top of everything and did his work well Megatron would have no reason to suspect anything. He could have the best of both worlds, a successful Commander, and a—

A what? What was he to you? What did you want him to be? What did he even want to be to you?

Starscream let out a deep sigh and offlined his optics. He was far too exhausted to be dealing with these thoughts, perhaps recharging would clear his processor.

Both of your thoughts were messy as you and him drifted to sleep, so many things were uncertain. But one thing was clear for you both.

The two of you were in way deeper than you had originally thought. 

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I'll go back and format this later, i know the spacing is wonky its just i had to get this out asap and its 2:40 am right now and I'm so tired

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[missnedge]

Yeaaahhhhhh Starscreams Holoform got me feral, anyway this will eventually be a scene in my long term fic with my OC, she's so pretty. Also if you have any suggestions for Starscreams design let me know! I just scrolled tumblr and got the basis of what the fandom thinks.

[missnedge]

Soooo what's your thoughts on TFA Starscream???

I havn't watched the show yet, BUT! I have seen a lot of clips and I've read a couple one shots. I think he's a little twat, but then again when is Starscream not? Learning that he's voiced by Tom Kenny threw me for a loop but otherwise I think he's super neat, I do want to watch the show eventually to get the full experience but in the mean time I enjoy him. The only Starscream I don't like is the one from Bayverse, I refuse to think of Dorito man

[missnedge]

Happy Halloween! 🎃

[missnedge]

Meet Miss and Edge!

This is like a meet your writters type deal, these are our personas we don't technically look like this irl. I'm sure you can tell who is who. Anyway, I had fun drawing this.

-Edge

#requests #fanfic writers #fanfic request #art #oc #oc artwork #miss and edge #one shot requests

[missnedge]

Excuse me, I fucking loved that Bakugoxreader oneshot, and the tinny bit of angst with, but now that I took a sip I want more, much much more, so pretty please 🥺

Can any of you two make another oneshot full of angst and heartbreak, with a happy ending with Hawks or Dabi or Aizawa.

Just me and my extreme need to cry rn.

Dabi/Reader

Hello! I woke up, read you're request and have been working on it all day, its literally almost 1:30am. Truth is I'm not all that familiar with writing or reading for any of the characters you requested, but I did some soul searching and found some good inspiration for Dabi. I'm sorry if it's not as angsty as you had in mind, once I got the idea I really got on a roll and the ideas kept flowing. Also no crying :(

Anyway! Here you go!

Summary: You stumbled upon Dabi by accident, and by one risky choice you intertwined your fates. You both loved eachothers company, but Dabi had always been vauge about his life. One day you learn why, in the worst possible way. Can you forgive him?

Tags: Injuries, wound cleaning, life threatening situations, threats, angst, feelings of betrayal, bantering, reader is sarcastic, reader is gender neutral, fluff, love confessions, kissing

Written by Edge

Personal account: @hollister-mc

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It was a stormy night, and you had gotten off late from work. Thank fuck you had the sense to check the weather this morning before leaving. You would've been absolutely miserable if you had to walk in this downpour without an umbrella. 

You were almost to your apartment, about a block away when you heard it, a groan of pain coming from an alleyway. You froze on the spot as you turned to look down the dark stretch. Alarm bells started going off in your mind, nothing ever good comes from alleyways in the middle of the night. You were just asking to get mugged if you tried to involve yourself, just mind your own business and keep going. 

You turned to take another step but stopped. "Fuck…" A raspy voice hissed in pain. 

You sighed. Logically you should move on, just head back home. But for whatever reason, something in your gut told you to help. "For fucks sake." You muttered before stepping into the alley. The darkness enveloped your vision, you blinked and scanned around. A figure sat hunched against the wall, clutching their abdomen. 

You crouched down, holding the umbrella over the both of you. "Hey, you okay?" You ask. The person lifts their head, bright blue eyes meet your concerned stare. "You should get out of here." His voice was gruff, he winced and clutched his side again. You sighed and glanced around at the filthy crumpled brick walls of the dank alley. "Yeah, I know I should, but for some reason my moral compass kicked in. So let's get you to the hospital." 

He tensed and glanced away. "No. No hospitals. I'm fine, now get the hell out of here." You grit your teeth. No hospitals? If that's not a red flag then you don't know what is. Then again, he could be high on something, or maybe he committed a crime? Or perhaps he was just deathly afraid of hospitals.

You really, really should just go home. But what if he dies here in this alley cause you were too scared to do anything? Could you live with that in your conscience? 

With a huff you reach out your hand to him. "Fine, no hospitals. But at least let me help you in some way." He glanced up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Are you an idiot?" 

"Yes." You deadpan, emphasizing your extended hand once again. "Now shut the hell up and take my hand before I regret being nice." 

He let out a low chuckle before reaching out and clasping his hand around yours. You ignore how rough and warm it is, hoisting him up with all of your strength. You forgo the umbrella, instead just shoving it in your bag so you'd have a free hand. 

You moved out of the alleyway, with the strange man. You glanced up at him, the street light giving you a proper look at his face. Your heart rate sped up once you saw the nasty scarring on his face. He glances at you, noticing your shocked expression. He gives you a lazy smirk. "Regretting your decision sweetheart?" 

You let out a huff and roll your eyes. "I regretted my decision the second I stepped into the alley way. Your face doesn't change anything, besides, ever heard of `don't judge a book by its cover?'" 

He let out a short chuckle as he watched your face return to its mildly annoyed look from before. 

You silently hoped, none of your neighbors saw you lugging a giant injured man into your apartment. You shut the door behind you and locked it before moving him to the couch. You toss a couple of blankets down before he sits, trying to minimize wet furniture as much as possible.

You set your bag down and slip off your slightly damp coat. You turn back towards him, he looks up at you expectantly. "I'm normally not like this on the first date but I'm gonna need you to strip." You say sarcastically. He actually lets out a full laugh this time. "Not a problem with me sweetheart. Though I'm in a lot of pain, could you do it for me?" A bark of laughter left your mouth and you tossed your coat onto the coffee table. "Sure thing mutt." You smirk at him and slide off his soaking trench coat. He snickers and tilts his head. "Mutt? Not a very loving pet name." You give him a slacked grin. "You smell like a wet dog." 

He starts to laugh but then stops. "Wait, I do?" 

You see the red splotch on his white shirt, you lift the hem up to his chest eyeing the wound. "Any other injuries besides this one?" You glance up at him, he seems uncomfortable. "Just a few scrapes and bruises." You nod and stand up. "Be right back." 

He watched you slip away into another room, he glanced down at his lower stomach. He sighs and pulls the shirt down, covering back up. He bounces his leg, listening to you rummage through a drawer in another room. He should probably just leave out your window, no need to get you caught up into the shit show that was his life. After a moment of debate with himself you came back into the room with a first aid kit. 

"Sorry, I was trying to figure out what supplies I needed, then I just said fuck it and brought the whole box." You set the box on the table and snapped it open. He watched you with a slight smile as you fumbled around with some gauze and a bottle of disinfectant. "You know what you're doing sweetheart?" 

You turn back around and crouch in front of him, lifting his shirt back up. "Medically? Or situationally? Cause if you're asking about the latter, no I don't. But I'm pretty decent with medical stuff."

He hissed slightly as you pressed a damp cloth against his wound. "You a doctor or something? A nurse?" You hum slightly and continue to gently clean his wound. "No, I watched Scrubs." 

He blinked and stared down at you in shock. You glanced up at him before a smirk creeped onto your face. "I'm fucking with you. My dad was a doctor, and I took a couple classes a couple years ago when I thought I wanted to go into the medical field."

He shook his head with a slight smile, you were so different to anyone else he's ever met. People either feared him, or didn't respect him. You? You didn't give a fuck, you were just here to help; and you were hilarious as well.

He glanced around your apartment as you placed a fresh gauze pad. "What made you decide to not not go into medicine?" 

You furrowed your brows as you started to undo some wraps. "Just decided it wasn't for me. The thought of people's lives depending on me makes me nauseous. Besides, there's other ways of helping people. Pops wasn't too happy with my decision though." You began wrapping his wound, rolling it across his scarred abdomen. Despite the discomfort of the injury he couldn't help but perk up at the mention of your father. "He didn't accept your decision?" 

You glanced up at him for a moment before sighing. "No. After my mom died he spiraled, became harsh towards me. The only reason I tried going into medicine was because that's what he wanted. After a while I got sick of it, I didn't want to follow in his footsteps. So I told him I dropped out of medical school. Didn't go well, as you could imagine." 

You finished wrapping his abdomen, before moving over to his arm where you had noticed a large cut. Scraps and bruises, yeah right. He grunted as you started to wipe off the blood. "What happened after that?" He asked.

"He kicked me out. I was 19, freshly dropped out and no job. I crashed on a lot of people's couches, alternating between my friends. Eventually I got my shit together, and I landed a solid job. I got this place, and now I'm doing classes again, this time though its at my own pace. And for the degree I want." 

You send him an apologetic look before pouring a little bit of peroxide on the cut. He groaned and clenched his fists, watching the cut fizz. "Sorry." You mumble, grabbing a clean pad. "It's fine… Sorry bout your dad, I know how it feels. My dad was a bastard too, a horrible person, and an even worse father." 

You nod sympathetically, putting a large bandage over the cut. "Yeah, shit fathers am I right?" You give him a tired smile and scan over his body for any more wounds. He lets out a breathy laugh. "You got a name, doc?" You huff at his teasing tone. "Don't call me doc, and yeah its Y/n. What's yours? Might as well acquaint myself with the man soaking my couch." 

He laughs loudly, eyes brightening as he stares down at you. "The name is Dabi."

+

That was six months ago. You might have thought you'd never see him again, but in fact it was the exact opposite. It was sporadically at first, he'd drop by to check in or because he was bored. Then after a while it became more frequent. Once a week, twice a week, and so on. Now you can't go a couple days without seeing him. 

Dabi grew on you, you weren't gonna lie. He became one of your closest friends, you talked to him about your day. Watched movies, played games, and so on. You two never went out in public, which was fine. You could tell he was self conscious about his burns, at least to some degree, even if he wouldn't admit it. You understood, people are cruel. The last thing he probably wants is to walk around in broad daylight to get gawked at. It wasn't a problem for you, you both still had fun in your apartment. You learned a lot about him, some of it felt vague, but then again from what he's talked about from his childhood you doubt he wants to reminisce about it. 

But truly, worst of all you think you might have fallen for him. It was stupid, he's just lonely like you are and wants a friend, theres no need to want more. So you just ignored it best you could, which– spoiler alert, wasn't good at all. In fact you sucked at it. Your heart felt like it was either going to stop or burst out of your chest whenever he got too close, or flirted, or when you would make eye contact for a little longer than perhaps normal friends do.

He lived quite literally rent free in your mind, whenever you were out you would see things that reminded you of him. Or you'd send him a picture of something cool you found. You'd even buy some of his favorite food when you knew he'd be dropping by that night. 

You were in deep, that was clear. But you had something nice going on, you weren't about to fuck it up with a crush.

You sighed and buttoned up your shirt, looking over yourself in the mirror. Your shift started in 30 minutes, and it took 2 minutes to get to the bus stop and then 15 minutes to get to your job. You were making good time. 

You headed out of your apartments, slinging your bag over your back as you pulled your phone out. 

A notification buzzed in and you saw a text from Dabi. 

Mutt

Hey sweetheart, I might be later than usual tonight, the guys said something about a big project today. Hope you have a good day at work ;)

You smiled softly, and typed back a quick reply. About 5 months ago Dabi said he found a new gig, a group that seemed promising. He was again, pretty vague on what they did. He said it wasn't exactly high paying but it was something that could help him achieve some goals. You were happy for him, you knew he had issues finding work and basically his life purpose. So as long as he was doing well and happy, you were happy. 

Your day dragged on like usual. Working at the bank wasn't the most thrilling, but you luckily had nice coworkers and a decent pay. Not to mention the bank you worked at was a little fancy, so at least your environment and benefits were great as well. You glanced up and checked out the small line of people behind the woman at the counter. You smile back at her after handing her an envelope of money. "Can I help you with anything else today ma'am?" You asked politely. 

"No that's a–"

"EVERYONE GET DOWN ON THE FUCKING FLOOR!" People started screaming and dropping to the ground. Your heart sped up tenfold as you reached under your counter discreetly to press the emergency button. You pressed it with a trembling finger as three people came up to to counter, you couldn't spot any weapon, but then again in this society people are their own weapons. 

A man in a black jumpsuit and mask leaded forward, his movements seemed twitchy. "Hey! This is a robbery, hand over the money yeah?!" You swallowed tightly and glanced at the other person next to him, a green lizard man grinned with what could only be described as malice. "You heard him kid, hand us the money and take us to the vault." He lifted his hand and razor sharp claws gleamed under the overhead light. You felt your hands tremble and you nodded, you walked out from the counter and led them down a hallway. Listening as two other people threatened the people on the ground, one going on about wanting to taste their blood. 

You felt like you were going to pass out. The adrenaline rushed through your veins, making your extremities tingle. You led the two robbers to the bank vault. You gestured weakly at it and tried to step away. The jumpsuit man grabbed your arm tightly. "NOT SO FAST! Haha, we need you to open the vault, yeah?" You felt a bead of sweat roll down your cheek. "H-Huh? I-I can't, I don't know the code–" 

He hunched over and screamed in frustration. "Don't piss me off kid! Just open the vault!" He turned to the side and spoke in a lower tone. "Maybe we should just kill them and blow the door?" He whips his head back, voice normal. "No, no, I can't get ahead of myself." You felt a whimper in your throat. Holy shit you were gonna die.

The lizard guy grabbed your shirt and slammed you against the wall roughly. "Open the fucking vault or I'll claw open your throat and reach down to yank out your heart? Got it?" You winced in pain. These guys were obviously idiots, what don't they get about you not having the damn code. "I'm just a fucking bank teller genius! I don't deal with the shit behind the scenes!" 

He growls and pulls back, slamming you into the wall again, raising his claws to your throat. "You little–"

"Spinner! Twice! I thought I told you morons to wait for me before you went in?" A dreadful feeling washes over you hearing that familiar deep voice. Oh god. 

"Eh? Dabi, you were taking too long and we got anxious!" The man in the suit spun around to look down the hallway. There he was, the very same guy you fell for, fcking robbing your bank with these losers. 

He tisks at the guy before looking over to you and the lizard guy whose claws were against your neck. Dabi's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets. "Shit- Y/n? Spinner, fucking put them down." Spinner glances between you and Dabi, clearly confused. "Uh, you know them or something?" 

Dabi steps over and shoves Spinner away. "Are you okay? They didn't hurt you right?" He grabbed your chin and angled your face to take a look at your neck. You scowl and slap his hand away. "Your lackeys shoved me against the wall and threatened to kill me." 

He sighed and reached for you again. "I'm sorry sweetheart I'll explain everything later." You step out of his reach, sending him a glare. "Don't bother." You turn and run down the side hallway, turning around the corner to leave out the emergency exit. 

Dabi watched you go, a dull pain in his heart. He was afraid of you finding out. He never wanted you too, but some part of him knew it was inevitable. It was stupid of him think he could keep things separate, he treated you like you were his own personal getaway. Once he stepped into your apartment, suddenly his troubles vanished. You were the one good thing in his life, and he didn't deserve you. He still had to try and fix this, if not for his sake then yours. You didn't deserve this.

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The cops eventually showed up, and of course the villains were long gone. Thankfully there were minimal injuries at the end of the day. 

You rode the bus back to your stop. You were exhausted and sore, that fucking lizard messed you up pretty badly. All you wanted to do was get home, take a hot bath and decompress. 

Once you got back to your apartment you locked the door and the window that Dabi usually came in through before taking a warm bath to ease your back pain. 

Naturally, an email got sent out from your boss saying the bank would be closed for a few days for damage repair, looks like it was a long weekend for you. You leaned back in your tub, thinking back on today's events. You honestly should be traumatized from nearly being killed, and maybe you were, but all you could think about was the gut wrenching betrayal you felt from Dabi. 

He lied to you about who he was, about everything. How much of it had been fake? Was all this just a ploy to get information out of you? He always asked about your day at work, and seemed genuinely interested in it. You originally thought it was just because he cared, but had it just been a way to learn about how the bank operated? 

You felt tears slip down your face, dripping into the steaming water. You're so stupid, you fell for a guy that was using you the whole time. You sigh angrily and wipe your face before draining the tub and stepping out. 

After getting into some comfortable clothes you head out to your kitchen. You could have sworn you still had some herbal tea shit. You just need to de-stress before you have an aneurysm or a mental breakdown; possibly both. You stood over your steaming mug, staring out into nothing when a snap of a lock made you jolt. 

Dabi pushed your window up and slid into your living room. You clench your mug tighter as he looks over to you. "Y/n… Can I explain?"

Your heart pounds in your chest. "I told you not to bother." He sighs, and walks towards the kitchen. "Please, just hear me out." 

You raise your mug to your lips, taking a small drink. Dabi stands across from you, the island counter in-between you. "Was it all a lie?" 

He frowns in confusion. "What?" You take a shaky breath and look to the side. "This whole time. Was it only to get information from me?" He starts moving around the counter. "Why would I need information from you?"

You scoff and slam your mug down. "Because I work at a fucking bank, Dabi. Is that even your real fucking name?" He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Jesus– Yes it's my name, and no I didn't use you for information." 

You step back as he rounds the corner of the counter, a flash of hurt appears on his face. "Y/n…" 

"How can I trust you Dabi?" Your voice cracks. "Because I'm still me! That hasn't changed and it won't!" 

You shake your head, feeling throbs from an oncoming headache. "You should just leave." 

"What? Y/n no, come on. Yes I work in a bad group–" You cut him off. "You work for the fucking League of Villains Dabi." He falls silent and looks down at the floor. "That's just not some random group, they've done some terrible things, like really bad shit. And you think I'm just gonna be okay with that? That– That I'm gonna be fine with someone who's a part of that in my home? Well, I'm not! And I'm not okay with you putting yourself in danger to be some stupid criminal!" Your voice cracked and you took a deep breath. "I-I can't handle that Dabi. I'm done, I'm done with the lies and–" 

"I never lied to you." 

You pause and narrow your eyes. "How do I know that? You basically did by not telling me what was going on." 

He chuckles. "That's just implying and avoiding, I never outright lied about anything." You scowl, how can he find this so lighthearted? 

"Doesn't fucking matter! I can't be sure! All your stories could just be made up, I don't know the real you!" He scoffs and crosses his arms. "That's stupid, all the stories I said are true. All of them." 

You stayed silent and turned your back to him. You crossed your arms, trying to hold back the tears in your eyes. 

"Y/n…" He spoke softly. You tensed and remained quiet. Maybe he'd get the hint and leave. "Y/n come on, look I…" He trailed off, you remained stoic. 

"I screwed up alright? But I never once lied to you." Dabi sighs and rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands. "...I've done a lot of shit in my life, stuff I'm not proud of. But this? You? I don't know, I've never… I've never felt this way before. All my life I've lived in spite, everything I've done has just been to get back at my father, but when I met you… life suddenly didn't seem so narrow anymore." 

Your shoulder slack at his words. He scratches his neck and stares at the floor. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the league. I never said anything because I didn't want you to get involved, and I didn't want you to think less of me. I'm already a piece of shit, I didn't need you to know how deep it really was. You were my escape, you make me feel normal. Like I actually have a shot at being a decent human sometimes." 

You turned around to look at him, your eyes becoming soft. Dabi stepped closer to you, grabbing your hands gently. You let out a shuttered breath. "Just promise me one thing. Please, please be careful." Dabi raised your hand, placing a soft kiss on the back. You couldn't help but blush. "I promise sweetheart." 

"And you promise the things you told me about your childhood, and your hobbies… Those were real? I know the real you?" Dabi chuckled and ran his thumb over your cheek. "Of course. In fact you're the only one who knows the real me. You're different Y/n, in the best way. When it comes to loving you it's always been different." His voice grew softer yet raspier towards the end of his sentence. Your cheeks burned with the realization of his words. 

"You love me?" Your words were breathy with shock. Dabi grew stiff, realizing his words. His eyes darted away, and for the first time since knowing him, you watched his cheeks grow red. "W-Well, uh no– yes, but… See, heh–" 

"I love you too." You cut him off with a tender voice. He visibly relaxed, and met your eyes. You giggled softly, damn were his eyes always this blue? No, they seemed brighter than normal. "You do?" He tilted his head. You smirk at him, raising a brow as you squeezed his hands reassuringly. "Of course I do mutt." 

He laughed loudly. "Oh thank fuck." You started to giggle but Dabi cut you off with a firm kiss. You held back a gasp, grabbing onto his jacket to steady yourself. Dabi tilted his head into the kiss, it felt like fire against your lips. It burned in the best way possible, and despite your near death experience, this had to be one of the best days of your life.

Maybe he was your own personal getaway too.

I had a lot of fun with this honestly, Dabi has grown on me a little bit more. Also sorry if it seems ooc, as you might be able to tell I'm not the most acquainted with his character, but I still hope you like it!

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Why is it so hard for you to understand why I stopped giving a shit? (Bakugo/fem!reader)

Taken from the writting prompt "Why is it so hard for you to understand why I stopped giving a shit"

Summary: It's been a little over a month since your best friend Bakugo had been acting different, angrier and snapping at you more. After a particularly rough training session you've had enough and confront him. It didn't go as planned.

Characters: You/Bakugo, (class 1-A and others are background characters)

Tags: Angst, fighting, yelling, happy ending don't worry, confessions, Bakugo is emotionally constipated, kissing, fluff, reader takes no shit, reader has a quirk but I don't mention it, you get injured, mentions of blood

Written by Edge

Personal account: @hollister-mc

You slammed open the girls locker room, making the girls jolt. "Jeez, Y/n you're gonna give us a heart attack!" Mina exclaimed. You glanced around at your classmates and sighed. "Sorry guys, training was rough."

"By training you mean Bakugo." Jirou said. You huffed and made your way to your locker, starting to undo your hero costume. "Yeah basically. Fucking prick." You grumbled.

"You two act like a married couple, ribbit." Tsu remarks. You freeze for a moment, your ears starting to burn. "HAH! That's hilarious!" You shove your boots into your locker rather forcefully. "As if I'd marry that bastard, as if ANYONE would marry him." You slide your shirt on, buttoning it up while huffing under your breath. The girls glance at you before looking at each other in confusion.

After getting back into your uniform you leave the locker room, and to your dismay the last person you wanted to see was leaning against the wall waiting for you.

"Fucking took you long enough." He said in a gruff voice. You ignored him, continuing to walk back to homeroom. "Oi, don't ignore me."

You grit your teeth together and continue to stomp down the hallway. "What the hell?" He grunted. You picked up your pace and turned the corner sharply. Bakugo tisked his tongue in annoyance and sped up. "The fucks wrong? Is that about training? Cause if it is ge–" You spun around furiously, your teeth nearly bared. "This isn't just about training, it's about everything. I thought we were friends, dare I say best friends. We train, study, eat, and hang out together, even outside of school. But this past month you've become even more hostile than your usual asshole self, and you won't even talk to me about why!"

He shifts his glare from you to the floor. You sigh. "Talk to me Katsuki, please." He clenched his jaw and turned around. "There's nothing to talk about." Your shoulders sag in disbelief. The burning rage inside you fizzled out, leaving an icy and bitter resentment. 

"Okay, I guess we're done here then." You state. He turns his head to the side, narrowing his brows. "What?" 

"I said we're done. I give up, it's not worth it anymore. Have a nice life Bakugo." You turned on your heel and walked away without another word, Bakugo watched you leave with wide eyes. He hadn't expected that from you, and you using his last name hurt more than he cared to admit. He's a hero in training who's going to be number one someday, he shouldn't care about random extras he meets along the way.

So why did his heart hurt so bad watching you walk away?

A week went by, and it was hell. The first day you said goodbye he wouldn't stop spam texting or calling you, so you just sent a blunt "Lose my number" and muted his notifications, you didn't have the will to block or delete it just yet. After that, at school you wouldn't even look at him, for both his sake and yours. But that didn't stop him from burning holes in the side of your head. Whenever there was a possibility of being alone with him you turned the other way, always finding excuses to leave or be with someone else. You had plenty of friends, it's not like you were lonely. You love hanging out with them, but there was always that voice in the back of your head that reminded you none of them made you feel the way he does. Or at least, used to make you feel.

Everyone had noticed the tension between you two. Most of them knew it was none of their business, but no one could shake how much it dampened the mood. You were horrible at masking your nonchalant attitude, and Bakugo was more aggressive than normal. It was suffice to say this past week had been shit for everyone in class 1-A. 

Fortunately everyone had something to look forward to today, Aizawa informed them of a training exercise. Of course though, the excitement was short lived. 

The class was in one of the training rooms with the giant rock formations, you were practicing your quirk near the base, Jirou wasn't too far away from you. You both had been joking back and forth during the training. Above you Bakugo was working on creating short bursts of explosions, small and compact, but able to propel him or inflict minimum damage. 

He was having a hard time focusing with you being down below, he couldn't exactly hear you but the way you and Jirou were talking pissed him off. You were so happy with everyone, but wouldn't even look him in the eye anymore. He was angry, mostly at himself for letting his feelings get in the way. Instead of keeping distance but near he fucked up and shut you out completely. He was afraid it was too late to pull you back in. 

Bakugo growled, his thoughts were getting the best of him. His hand twitched and let out an explosion from his palm, more powerful than he had been letting out previously. It happened too fast. 

He gasped out a curse as his blast hit an unsteady portion of the rock formation. It instantly crumbled and the debris cracked, breaking apart as they slid down the decline. 

It was heading straight for you and Jirou. His mouth dried and he started to blast down to you both. "MOVE!" He bellowed. 

You instantly perked up, the large chunks were falling almost impossibly fast. You could either save yourself or Jirou, who had noticed the rocks too late. Well, what kind of hero would you be if you didn't do what you came to this school for?

Adrenaline shot to your legs, you had one chance. You jumped with all your might to your friend, your hands collided with her back and pushed her forward. You hit the ground roughly, a brief rush of pain hit you before you were out like a light. 

Jirou screamed as she watched the rocks fall over you. The class gasped and rushed over. Bakugo landed in front of the rock debris, he was breathing rapidly as he scanned over the rocks. The air was still dusty from the dirt as everyone gathered around. Aizawa ran over. "What happened?!" 

Jirou stood up shakily. "The rocks… Y/n pushed me out of the way…" Denki stepped over to her, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

Bakugos ears were ringing, he dropped to his knees and started hoisting rocks; tossing them carelessly to the side. "Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT! Come on, where are you?!" He quaked. Aizawa joined him, as well as the physically stronger students. Bakugo lifted a rock and nearly felt his heart stop. He saw your hand, dirty, scratched, and worst of all unmoving.

He quickly moved more rocks, the others joining him. You were laying face down. A giant gash was across your forehead, your hair was dusty and wet with what could only be your blood. Bakugo reached for you but Aizawa scooped you up and was instantly running to the exit. "Class dismissed!" He yelled as he burst out the gym doors. Bakugo sat there on his knees, staring at where you had been. He stared at the splotches of blood, he felt gutted. Even when you tried to be out of his life he ended up hurting you. 

As soon as school was over he went to Recovery girls office. She explained that the gash in your head was surface level, the blood made it look a lot worse than it was. Aside from that you only had cuts and bruises along your body. To put it simply, you were extremely lucky. 

You were still out cold when he had arrived, so he made himself comfortable in a chair next to your bed. He was hunched over in his seat, leg bouncing idly as he watched you sleep. His eyes kept darting to your chest, just wanting to make sure you were still breathing. Jirou and Mina had also stopped by for a little bit, leaving you a note and some candy before going home themselves.

A couple hours passed, school had long ended. He texted his mom letting her know he'd be late. Once he told her what happened Mitsuki scolded him and said to make sure you get home safely and that she would let your (guardian/s) know. He sometimes thinks his mom loves you more than him. 

Another hour went by, Recovery girl had been periodically checking on you. The sun had dipped below the horizon, Katsuki had already done his school work and yours, it was the least he could do for almost killing you. Finally you started to stir. 

You groaned softly, your eyelids felt like they were glued shut and your head felt like someone was jack hammering the back of your skull. Using every ounce of willpower you had you sat up, slowly, but surely.

You raised a hand to your face, hissing softly from how stiff you were. You could feel the bandages wrapping around your forehead, the memories from earlier were foggy but discernible. You saved Jirou from being crushed at your own expense. You rubbed your eyes before opening them, your vision was blurry but you could recognize where you were. Recovery girl walked over from her desk. "How are you feeling dear?" 

"Like I got crushed by rocks, oh wait. Hah." You snicker to yourself and Recovery girl sighed while shaking her head. "You're hilarious. Here dear, take these, it will help with your head." 

You graciously accepted the pills and cup of water she extended to you. Popping them in your mouth you started to take a sip of water. Your eyes drifted to the side, landing on Bakugo who was sitting in a chair and watching you carefully. You choked on your water. 

After barely getting the pain pills down you coughed a few times and turned away from him. Recovery girl brought over your uniform since you were still in your hero outfit. "Here you go sweetie. Let me know if your headache doesn't go away. You." She turns and looks at Bakugo. "Out while she changes. Wait for her outside and make sure she gets home safely alright?" He nods silently. "I'm fine, Recovery girl I can–" She shushes you. "You never know what could happen, what if you pass out on your way home?" 

"I'll get the rats to carry me home." She pinches your arm lightly and walks away, you chuckle to yourself. Bakugo had already taken his stuff and yours out into the hallway. You sigh deeply and stand up, starting to change out of your dirty and slightly damaged hero suit. 

After changing you say a quick goodbye to Recovery girl you take your note and candy that was left for you by your friends. Hesitantly you open the door to the hallway. Bakugo was staring at the floor, hearing the door click open he turned to you. 

With a heavy breath you shut the door behind you and step towards him. "I can take my stuff." You say shortly. He narrows his eyes and swings your bag over his shoulder. "Not a chance." You huff and start to walk down the hallway. 

"We need to talk." He starts to follow behind you. You shove your hands into your pockets, ignoring the way his voice made your chest hurt. "I don't think we do." You say. 

"I'm sorry about the rocks. I wasn't paying attention, and ended up blowing a chunk off." His voice was quiet, and uncomfortable. You feel yourself bristle with slight anger. Is that it? Just a shit apology for almost killing you?

"Okay, thanks." Your voice was flat. Bakugo sighed harshly and quickened his steps, moving next to you. "That's not all." You continued walking and he growled and grabbed your wrist. "Would you fucking stop?" 

You glare at him. "Why should I? I made it clear I was done with you, so why are you here?" A flash of hurt appeared on his face. "Because I–… I need to…" He glares at the ground, the words dying in his throat. 

You rip your wrist out of his hand. "Just leave me alone Bakugo." You turn away.

"How can you just walk away?!" He shouts. "Because I don't care anymore." You say. "Why?" You start walking again, ignoring his question. 

"Why damn it?! Y/n look at me!" Him using your name makes you freeze, he hardly says your name, just using nicknames instead. He moves closer. Something in you snaps and you turn around to face him. 

"Why is it so hard for you to understand why I stopped giving a shit?!" You fumed, Bakugo stared at you wide eyed. Your words felt like a stab through his heart. "Huh?! Why is it?! You're the one that pushed me away you idiot! And now that I'm doing what you want you won't fucking leave me alone!" 

He swallows tightly, eyes moving away from your unyielding glare. "That's not what I wanted…" He mumbled. "What?" You snap. 

"I said that's not what I fucking wanted!" He hissed out. You twist your face into a scowl, you move towards him getting into his face. "Then what the fuck did you want?!" 

His breathing picked up as he looked up from the floor into your eyes. He was intimidated by your glare, no ones gotten into his face like this before. How could someone look so angry and beautiful at the same time?

You grew impatient, he wasn't answering you, his eyes were just darting all over your face. You shout again. "Huh?!" He clenched his mouth shut, you nearly lost it. You grab the front of his blazer and yank him forward aggressively, you were seething. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" You scream in his face. His eyes widen, you're inches from his face. The moonlight coming in from the windows highlighted your face gorgeously, even the unhinged rage in your eyes was stunning to him. His heart was pounding, and with a shaky breath he said. "You."

Your face instantly fell, and your grip on his shirt slacked. "What?" You uttered. 

"I said… I want you." He whispered.

Your heart sped up even more, your rage ebbing into shock. It was your turn to be speechless. He raised a hand to your face, his calloused palm cradling your cheek. "I want you, have for a while. That's why I started acting the way I did, I didn't know what to do or how to act… I figured keeping you at arms length would help but instead I pushed you away completely." He thanked whatever higher power there was that the halls were empty, if anyone saw him like this then it would've been 10 times harder to do this. 

Your mouth parted in shock, the warmth from his hand only added to the heat on your cheeks. "I wasn't sure what I would do if I told you how I felt and you didn't feel the same. But this past week of not having you with me at all was worse than you not feeling the same." 

Your knees felt weak, were you still passed out and dreaming? 

"If you don't feel the same, that's fine. Just… don't ignore me anymore… Please." 

Your mind was all over the place. Your anger from this past week was gone completely, instead you were flustered, shocked, and unsure of what to do.

"Bakugo–" He drops both bags off his shoulder and brings his other hand to your face. His soft look morphing into a scowl. "What's my name?" Your breath hitches and you narrow your eyes. "Why did you have to ruin the moment?" You huff out. He hisses and you squeeze your eyes shut and brace for yelling, but you're met with something completely different.

His lips smash against yours, the force hurting but it quickly faded. A shocked breath leaves your nose and you grab onto his shirt, kissing him back with just as much force. Your heart hammers in your ears. His right arm lowers from your face, snaking around your waist and pulling you closer. You pull away slightly to take a breath. "Asshole…" You mutter, he grins and kisses you again. "That's not my name either." He says against your lips. You laugh and pull him in again, running your hand up his neck and into his spiky hair. He shutters and makes a noise into your mouth, his fingers dig into your waist a little harder.

You both break away breathing heavily, you meet his gaze. "Katsuki." He smirks slightly and you continue. "... I feel the same." His smirk grows into a grin and he kisses you again. 

After a few more moments in the hallway you both continue back to your house hand in hand. You didn't comment on how sweaty his hand was, or the stupid and cocky grin on his face. You just squeezed his hand tighter and wore a smile of your own. 

This is just a reminder that we are open for requests, so if you enjoyed this and have an idea of your own you'd like to see don't be afraid to send it in!

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Until I start getting requests @missnedge , I'm just gonna filter through the three Stranger things boys I enjoy writing in order of how I've posted them. Billy, Eddie, Steve so ask away if you wish.

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Sweater Weather (Billy Hargrove X Newby!Reader)

Summary: November 1st you'd woken up with horrible stomach pains after last night endeavors, lost in your own thought and feelings. Billy takes it apon himself to cheer up his girl. Except you aren't are you.

Characters: Billy Hargrove and Newby Reader, Steve, Nancy, Neil and Tina mentioned.

Warnings/Tags: Fluff/Angst, smoking cigarettes, mentions of previous physical relationships, Billy being self deprecating, 80s references?, food. (LMK if I missed any)

Finding a quiet spot and sitting under the bleachers, watching classmates walk by or take rides to get lunch. Completely lost within people watching, until a line of cigarette smoke mists your field of vision. Billy had sat down, handing off a lit cigarette to your hand before lighting himself another one. His hair was still wet from the gym showers, separated in ringlets framing his face and making the black leather of his jacket shiny with the dew.

“What’re you doing here, Cupcake? No babes panties to collect this lunch period?” You sniffled away remnant tear and the remaining congestion within your sinuses, then took a long drag of the cigarette. Hating how good they could let you feel, but then they also tasted horrible until you remembered the taste was also Billy's. So you allowed the indulgence once in awhile.

“Nah, I enjoy your company much more. Besides, I was going to drop off your homework after school but since you're already here…” He took out a pamphlet he’d scribbled down all of the reading topics missed in skipping today’s classes. Along with notes from the other teachers, wishing a fast recovery from the stomach bug plaguing seniors today.

“Thanks, if you want you could come over and we could do the assignments together?" You asked near desperately, until realizing how stupid it sounded. "Sorry, nevermind, you definitely have better things to do than study with my boring ass."

"You're adorable. And so wrong, I'd like that. Your house is cozy."

"Thanks."

"The company ain't half bad neither." He winked, flicking the ash off the end of his smoke taking a leisurely drag.

"I enjoy your company too. I promise, not ruin your jock reputation by telling people you're in fact very intelligent.” He laughed elbowing you in the arm, still a little sore but everything was in a state of ache when you were around Billy. He looked up, seeing a you crack a smile around the cigarette between your lips left him speechless.

“Do it again…” You met his eyes puzzled, his hand came up to your chin. His thumb brushed your bottom lips, “Smile, again.” your heart skipped a beat, lovingly smiling at him again. “You’re beautiful.” you stayed dazed that way for awhile, just gazing into eachothers eyes. His were exquisite, they shone in the daylight like clear waters of a lake, you wished you could swim there in the serenity. “Why don’t we skip the rest of the day together? Go for a drive, whatever you want?” his hand stayed planted on the side of your face. You flicked the cigarette away, twisting your body to meet his side. He started to move his lips close to yours when you flitched, he stopped looking intently at you.

"I'll get you sick."

"You already make me sick." He smiled biting at his cheek as he breathed deeply, fixating on your lips. You slipped your hand around his neck tangling fingers in his damp hair gathering the courage until you rolled you eyes pressing your lips to his. Running your nails through his scalp, he gasps into your kiss, you backed your lips away. Before starting again faster than before more exploratory, in between kisses he started talking, “See I knew you liked me Newby,”

“No, I don’t.” you kissed him again, pulling his chest a little closer.

“Yes, you do.” he stopped enough to look you up and down smiling.

You laughed, smiling at him again “Stop that,”

“Stop what?” He quickly pecked your lips. Then started to kiss your face all over: first your forehead, your wind bitten nose, flush cheeks and closed eyes. Gently he put his hand on the side of your ribs, avoiding anywhere it might hurt touch you.

“That smug face.” you pulled the collar of his shirt, slipping your fingers underneath the fabric behind his neck.

“Okay, but you still like me even with my smug face.” His lips came back to yours. You stayed there with him, until the final lunch bell rang. It didn’t stop you, he was the one pulling away first. Out of breath and lips swollen, “what would you like to do, Doll?” you hummed into his neck contemplating, ‘face your teachers after avoiding them for some peace going through school like nothing’, or ‘spend the rest of the day like this, with Billy’.

“Surprise me.” you looked up at him, biting your bottom lip.

“Well what do you need right now?” he rubbed your noses together,

“I need… I want a distraction Billy. You are very, very distracting.” you winked at him, still unsure of you and Billy's relationship. You weren't about to mess anything up by talking about that night together. Him taking your virginity, how you craved him after he would drop you off at home. Thinking of his smell, taste and warmth with your hands drifting low and legs spread wide late at night.

“Anything for my girl,” you hummed again, upset when he in fact stood up.

“I like the sounds of that.”

“You have study hall, right?” you furrowed your brows at how he could possibly know that but also how quick he changed the subject. Worried he might had said it by accident. “I’ve been to the library, once besides I followed you to class after a lunch period once.”

“Billy, that’s creepy.” both of you walked inside the school, he held your hand around your back settling it on your opposite hip. You started to hear whispering as you walked together inside, everyone was slightly staring or being so incredibly obvious. You'd gone together to Tina's Halloween party, not wanting Billy to drive home drunk or be caught by his Dad. And with your Dad at Joyce's, it was good timing for him to spend the night again. Instead nothing happened, only stripping down to his underwear and begging you to lay next to him. Holding you until this morning, when you'd woken up horrendously sick.

He opened the door to the library for you, while sliding your book bag of your shoulder. Setting it in a table he deemed the appropriate distance for the librarian not to scold the two of you when you laughed at his jokes.

"I'm not that loud." You pushed his shoulder, away pulling put a chair to sit in.

"I beg to differ, but if you say so." He took out his World History text book sitting on you left, knee knocking your. Burning the skin of your already prevalent blushing cheeks, the wind would no longer be a good excuse.

“Hey who were you dressed up as yesterday? You never told me.” You asked him, eyes and head needing a much deserved break for the assignments.

“Take a guess.” He prompted looking for a highlighter in the bottom of his tattered backpack. Thinking for a minute at shirtless guys with fingerless gloves and clad in black leather.

“Billy Idol?” You asked excited he laughed pointedly, snapping his fingers.

“Damn, that would’ve been hilarious! No, I went as The Terminator.” he said in his best impersonation.

“Oh! Now I see it like him in the poster, Schwarzenegger is hot.”

“Yeah, I lost my shades like 15 minutes into the party. Have you seen it yet?” he said, nose deep in his notebook.

“Actually they're in your trunk, I also haven't but the posters and reviews are everywhere.”

“Well we should go then, I promise to protect you while the graphic parts come up.” he said, getting up and packing his stuff.

“Right now? We just got here.” you said loud enough to get shushed by some other students.

“Yeah come on.” he started sliding your stuff away from your grasp, “You still owe me that date.”

“Well we’re in school right now, we don’t even know when the next showing is!” you protested further.

"Oh that’s an excuse, come on live a little Doll. If we’re early we can stop by the diner and eat some lunch. You told me to surprise and distract.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand as fifth hour got out. Spotting Nancy and Steve separately on the way out to the parking lot. You got into Billy’s car, walking around downtown until the 2 o’clock showing of Terminator. After clutching to Billy’s arm throughout the violent film he took you to the diner, sitting in your seats at the counter where you always sat.

“Can you imagine we’ll be in our early 60’s when 2029 comes? That’s insane!" You said through a mouthful of potato, the first thing you'd eaten since yesterday. His arms were large in the cotton long sleeve he worn, giving you his jacket when you shivered earlier walking beside him. He hadn't asked for it back, only tucking you closer to his side every now and again.

“Speak for yourself, I’m not letting myself get that old. I’ll transfer my brain into some cyborg or higher intelligence before then. Preserve this hot bod.” he referenced to himself, slurping at his sweet tea.

“Oh yeah? So you’ll visit me when I’m wearing granny panties, and baking cookies for my grandchildren as a cyborg?”

“Trust me if you look anything like your mom did in a few years you’ll still be a smoking hot grandma.” He took a large bite from the greasy burger.

“My mom was barely in her twenties in those photos!” You recalled Billy seeing your few family photos on the mantle of the living room.

“I stand by my statement. Also my Dad and Grandfather are some ugly motherfuckers.” he said with confidence.

“If you become a cyborg you won’t sleep or have feelings. That’s not living.” the idea of that kind of life being appealing made you sad.

“Sounds great!" Billy boasted, raising your concern. "Besides, aren't there all these theories that computers and machines will take over the world anyway? Why waste my life as a human when I can be a super machine?” he said, wiping his hands on the napkin on his lap.

“You don’t really mean that right?” you asked concerned, using your thumb to wipe away a stray smear of ketchup on his chin.

“All I’m saying is, realistically I don’t have a lot of potential in the world we’re currently living in. No prospects besides the military, honestly. So if I could choose that life of no attachment vs fear of the unknown. I don’t know, it sounds peaceful.”

“What if you're the one that is earth salvation or your kids?”

“Well then I hope a time-traveler stops me from making a big mistake like that. I’m also no ones salvation.” He laughed at the prospect. Your stomach twisted in disgust. "I can't live on 'What ifs' only absolutes."

“You’re mine…” you whispered looking at your hands, loathing the way he was talking about himself. He stopped eating to look at you. Completely taken aback by your proud statement, reaching out for your hand on the counter. Caressing the soft skin on top with his thumn, you’d made him speechless. A feeling he didn't like often, one he succumbed to when his Dad would slap him senseless. With you it was different, he didn't know how to describe it like most of his feelings. Not wanting it to be muddled and complicated, or rejected.

“Yeah, I um. I don’t know how to respond to that.” he stretched rubbing behind his neck, twisting your hand to look at your watch. “I hate to cut this short, but I do have to work in a half an hour. Can I drop you off?” you inclined your head, brushing a couple of stray hairs behind your ear. Getting up from the stool, he paid even though you insisted otherwise. Turning the way to your house,

“Aren’t you going to take me to my car?”

“Nah, we only have so much time." He said as matter of fact, glancing at you when he could sneak his eye off the road. It was the first time you and Billy had ever felt awkward. The air thick with unfilterable feelings, and fears. Yet he took the leap, and broke the silence the world wasn't so scary with you in it. Clearing his throat, stopping your hands from fidgeting with a scrunchy around your wrist. "Gives me a reason to pick you up in the morning, walk in with a pretty girl on my arm.” you smiled, he slowly placed a hand on your knee brushing soft circles up to your thigh as he drove. Feeling your eyes wander his features, studying, admiring and downright obsessed. Not breaking your trance until his hand left your thigh to shift into park on your street.

"Can I ask you something?" You whispered head angled towards the dashboard, suddenly nervous your tongue felt inconvenient and awkward in your mouth.

"Yeah, of course." Billy said, his own voice betraying him as he huffed out an answer.

"You don't have to answer now but I just like having you around Billy. And when you say nice things, do nicer things for me, I can't help but feel like I'm making shit up."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't do that." You interrupted him, watching as his body twitched at your change of tone. Shutting his eyes tightly, his hand laying still in his lap.

"M'sorry." He whispered, looking straight ahead.

"No..." You took off your seat belt with a clank, one that he'd normally admonish you for in his baby just so you could turn your body to him, carefully getting leaning into him. "Just be you, I like you."

"Know you don't."

"Bill-"

"You don't know me, okay? I'm not a good person."

"Billy please let me-"

"Come on I'm gonna be late for work, I'll see you tomorrow." You shook you head opening the door, throwing your bag over your shoulder. Leaning back into the car for a moment, noticing he had been watching you. He turned his face away from you,

"For the record, good people can do bad things sometimes. That doesn't make them inherently bad. Especially if they can't escape it." His jaw flexed at you statement, opening his mouth to say something as you shut the car door. Walking up to you front door you heard the car door open, the engine still humming with life ad you gripped your keys in your hands. You felt Billy's hands before you heard him, turning you to hit your back again the cold wooden door. Eye wide as his blazed with fire, but held unshed tears.

"You deserve better." He said with shaking breaths that rattles his chest.

"And you deserve more." You uttered unfaltering, resting your free hand on his chest. He crashed his lips to yours trembling under your small touches. Basking in your warmth as you tongues hungry in a frantic dance together. Causing your insides to tingle when he hands cradled you against his chest. Billy reared his head back, making you chase his lips a single tear trail stained his cheek. Bringing a hand to wipe it away he caught your palm with his lips, etching a imprint of his lips in the chapped skin.

"I like your smell," he kissed your palm again.

"I like your laugh," he kissed a knuckle

"Your smile," another

"Your hair up," another

"When you make fun of me," and another

"How flustered I make you," the last one, letting you hand fall on his shoulder. He shut his eyes briefly as he continued.

"I like how you make me feel." He kissed the crevice of your elbow. Shushing you as you tried to speak, "if you don't let me finish I'll never get to work on time."

"I like you too, it's scary. I'm sorry, it will always be scary for me." His eyes opened, the ocean waves at high tide sweeping you away from the shore.

"I want to change that." You whispered tiptoeing vulnerability. He inched his way down to your awaiting lips, hesitant and delicate for the first time. He smirked in the aftermath,

"So I'll pick you up tomorrow?" He asked tracing your features with the tip of his nose.

"Yes." He left your arms without another word, blowing a kiss as he rushing back to his car. Rapidly pulling out of your driveway.

Yeah you'd see him tomorrow, you stepped into the overbearing warmth of your house. Dropping your bag on the ground, kicking off your shoes about to shrug off your jacket when you looked down finding you still clad in Billy's leather one. He wasn't getting it back anytime soon.

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To Build a Home (Dad!Steve Harrington X Pregnant Reader)

Summary: Mornings were rough, but like hell that or Pregnancy would ruin your sex life with none other than baby daddy Steve Harrington.

Characters: Steve Harrington, Reader, the oldest Harrington nugget (name reveal in fic) Mentions of Dustin, Joyce and the rest of the kids/adults.

Warnings/Tags: SMUT 18+ (Minors DNI), Afab!Reader, Pregnancy, Breeding Kink, Daddy/Mommy kink, established relationship, Dirty talk, Season 4 spoilers, soft sex, oral (female receiving), p in v sex, basically Steve being the best husband and father, body insecurities as well as talk of body changes due to pregnancy. (LMK if I missed anything!) This fic really flip flops from smut to fluff like crazy so don't get whiplash 😅.

With morning sickness disappearing and sensitivity increasing, you rolled over to see your partner sleeping sound next to you. With his bed tossed butterscotch hair along his neck and forehead, his cheek laid squished against the comforts of the plush pillows. Face freckled with an olive charm from working long hours then helping you out at home when needed and even more. His hands which had touched you in intimate and profound ways hundreds of times gripped at the edge of the cushion. Extenuating their dexterity and elegance even when he was blissful and unaware, chapped knuckles and rippling callouses coated them. Another symbol of all his hard work. There was something serene about watching him sleep, knowing he allowed himself to be this vulnerable. That Steve had always wanted that with someone. And here you were staying at his side, being by it every step of the family and life you were going to build with him. For them, the butterflies and swell of your stomach ached with need. With way too many emotions to process but the first step was peeing. A very good idea if you wanted to avoid embarrassment this early on. Rolling onto your side considerately getting to your feet to down the hall to the bathroom of the small shared apartment. His muscles tensed briefly with the disturbance but quickly relaxed into bliss again without much coercion. You went barreling down the hall relieving the tension bulid up in your bladder caused by sleep and babe. And freshened up in the mirror, looking down to the bulge of uterus was creating, to protect the other life growing inside. The roundness still surprised you each morning, halfway through everything moved so fast. Running a hand down the curve, pulling down the ever shorting bed shirt over the delicate stretching skin. Trotting back down the hall careful not to wake up the other sleeping bundle of joy within the walls of your home. Opening the door back at the shared bedroom of you and Steve, his eyes were bright with the morning light. Shutting the door softly next to you. Moving to sit up against the lounge of pillows showing his teeth with a radiant grin, yawning with the stretch of his facial muscles. A 5 o'clock shadow appearing along his jawline and upper lip. Taking advantage of him raising him arms to relieve himself of sleeping ache of his muscles, you curled yourself against his chest. Placing deft fingers in the waves at the nap of his neck and nose to his cheek. He hummed at your warmth nuzzling into your deeper, tangling his limps with yours.

"G'morning my favorite girls." He whispered into the crevice of your neck, breathing deep.

"Favorite girls? I better be the only girl."

"Not true, your my favorite woman. Growing our little girl perfectly, all safe inside her mommy." He stated with honeyed fondness.

"How d'you know?"

"Hmm? That she's a girl?" He asked sleep coating his deep morning voice.

"That we're safe?"

Steve and you hadn't mentioned the upside-down since leaving Hawkins behind. After defeating Vecna and losing many years and friends in the process, you'd left the shell of a town behind 5 years ago this spring. The kids were out of highschool, and always welcome on your couch. Dustin going to UIndy for the last year was the main connection you and Steve refused to give up.

"You know how you know when somethings wrong with me sometimes, when I'm really quiet and can't sleep or Dusty hasn't called in awhile?" You nodded as he smooth a palm over the top of your head down to your shoulders. "It's like that, I know that you keep them safe. So all I have to do is keep you safe."

"Who keeps you safe?"

"Hmm?"

"Who will keep you safe Stevie?" You asked with genuine concern, guilt swimming in your head.

"I don't need to be kept safe outside of these walls. Because we've spent so long filling them with passion, love and honesty for these few years. I'm happy, that's what matters." You sniffed into his jaw, tucking your face away with the fatigue you'd had of the subject. You knew he was honest and never wanted or dreamed of anything more or less than what you had together. That was always the answer, to everything for Steve. I have you, and that's enough.

"My love, it's okay. Don't cry, it's okay to feel vulnerable right now honey."

"I just-"

"We're okay, shhhh." His hand petted your hair again running through the strands to calm you.

"I just hope." You stopped pinching your eyes together, Steve kissed the frustration of your flattened lips. Watching as your hands brought his around at your waist over the uncoverable part of your abdomen. Turning the simple and thin gold band you'd placed on his ring finger in the Indianapolis courthouse over between your thumb and pointer finger. The same hands that cradle you and your son with such gentle and swiftness as hummingbird drinking nectar from the brightest flower. Mighty in strength but delicate fleeting. "I just, know we'll never let them go through what we did."

"Never, never ever." He confirmed for you but his grasp on tightened enough to show he was saying it to ground himself. Remembering you were real, all of this was real and that he'd made it out with you in hand. "Also you can't tell me that she isn't a girl because you were never this emotional the first time." You gasped wetly, slapping at his bare chest.

"The first time I was too stressed to be emotional."

"And the morning sickness is worse, you want chocolate all the time. Therefore we are having a girl nugget."

"All of those are old whatever their called. Myths!" You said in faux confidence not able to remember the word.

"Old wives tales...?" Steve said delicately.

"Yes. Old wives tale. You've been talking to Joyce too much."

"And you've been taking too many naps on the couch, your body is a stiff as a board." He kneads your sides in large sweeping motions, making you arch into his touch. Stimulating heat along your body pooling to your core.

"Maybe you can help ease any tension. Toddler is still asleep, were both nearly naked anyhow." You tugged on the cuff of his sleeve, patting your eye lashes to meet his.

"God I love it when you talk dirty to me." Steve groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head with sarcasm. Pouncing over you, settling his hips inbetween your bent legs. His lower half still tangled in the sheets as he hovers over you, arms at either side of you head as to not apply any pressure on your bump. Dipping down to close the distance with his mouth to yours. His kisses you how you've always wanted to be kissed, nothing has or ever will compare. His kisses are warm and filled with intensity, like it's his hobby to kiss you it only gets better with practice and he loves it. He sits back on his calves, flinging off your shirt exposing your chest for him. A huge sigh leaves his chest as he eyes your body bare until the blue cotton undies you still wore.

"How are you more beautiful today than you were yesterday?" He asked with heart eyes, intertwining his hands with your holding them in place as he went to lay flat on his stomach. Forcing your legs apart further to make room for his broad shoulders, he let go long enough to push the now offending material from your soaked heat. Whining as the cold air hit your dripping entrance, his head dipped down. You felt him lick a flat line from your entrance to your clit. Moaning as you shook at the contact, watching the fluff of his hair moving in tandem with his tongue lapping at your sensitive lips over your tummy bulge. Eyes rolling back as shocks came from his tongue sucking your clit hard into his mouth. Taking both of your hands in one of his, to slide his middle finger into your cunt. Arching your back to grind against his face, coming up for air puffing hot breathes on your thigh he spoke with gruff authority.

"Taste so good, gotta be quick sweets." He insisted, kissing your inner thigh and adding his ring finger to massage your spongy walls. Moaning at how full you were, intent to listen to his voive repeat over and over in your head. "There we go now, go on. Cum for Daddy." At his command white hot pleasure soared through your body, getting a hand free from his to muffle your screams of gratification. Steve removed his hand after working you through the majority of your orgasm. Caressing your hips as he pulled down his boxers, releasing the painful tense fabric on his immaculate large length. The tip red and irritated dribbling precum making your mouth water as he used his slick hand from your mindblowing orgasm to wet himself.

"Fuck you have such a pretty dick babe." You told him breathlessly, brushing hair away from your face to see him better. He bit hard into his bottom lip as he stroked himself. Watching as your chest heaved nipples perked even without any of his attention. He'd make up for it that you were sure of.

"Ever the charmer you are, lay on your side. I think both of us are tired enough as it is." You did as he said shimmy your ass as you brought a knee at waist level on your side. He groaned at the sight of your ass and the dimples in your back, ripping off his shirt to exposed the thick hair coating his chest trailing down his abdomen. A constellations of freckles along his body mirrored the fingerprints he'd left on your heart. Deep scars on his sides he been ashamed of, scared to let anyone see. Until a nurse handed him your son, explaining the benefits to skin to skin contact as a newborn. You'd never seen him rip his shirt off faster even as horny teenagers, not caring about the strange looks he'd received. Craving the contact as much as you did for the first year and more. Still holding him as he made dinner or vacuumed on weekends, before bedtime and a hug as soon as he walked through the door. No matter how tired he was, the affection extended to you. Wanting to just hold you under the stream of the shower, as you watched silly cartoons on Sunday mornings, or laid snoring and drooling on the comforter next to him. You both held pleasure in all of those fleeting touches and silent moments in each other's company. Instead of pain and scars being the things that inspired the greatfulness of being alive, it was each other.

He curved his body against your back, heavy breaths of his anticipation fanning your shoulders as he positioned you against him. You welcomed his embrace of you tightly, lifting your leg to hook over his hip. Allowing his length to slip inbetween your legs, propped on one elbow his other arm held you steady as his length spilt you down the middle. A burn slowly slipping into earth shaking delight, as he bottomed out his coiled and bushy hair of his pelvis rubbing the curve at your ass. Similar texture but silkier due to many nights of you running your hands through it, the hair of his chest scratched at your back to be pressed firm against him. He kissed intently along the column of your throat, waiting for any sign of strain to leave your body. Then his ground his hips experimently into yours,

"Shit, holy shit you're so wet." He moaned into your ear, thrusting himself into you. Keeping himself as sheathed as possible doing so. Allowing you to spread your leg up further, he cupped your breast. Kneading and pulling your nipple in his fingers. You cupped the back of head head in yours, bringing his lips to meet yours in a series of messy open mouth kisses. Moaning into his mouth when the rhythm of his hand and cock started to built a knot inside you again. Much bigger than before.

"Mmm, don't stop Daddy. Feels so good." You sighed into his open mouth. Eyes transfixed on watching you contort in pleasure, the honey color darkened with lust and devotion as his hips sink deep into you. Thrusting eagerly as you watched each other. In the depths of pleasuring one another.

"So sensitive, Jesus Christ. Imma fill you up so good, keep you nice and full." He mumbled quietly against the bloat of your kiss bitten lips, his body buzzing with you. Sinking his hips lower on the bed at a new and even better agle, his cock twitched inside hitting your soft spot repeatedly.

"There it is, fuck. I want you pregnant forever so people know who did this to you." You felt his abdomen clench against your back as he spoke the filthly words, good thing his never stole to his mother. Let alone with his sinfully matchless mouth.

"To know who bred you, who you let cum so deep inside. Making you all pump and swollen with my seed. Giving me the cutest babies, uh God." Your hands clawed at the pillows behind you. Feeling your thighs tremble with his unrelenting pace. "You're squeezing me so tight, let me cum. Cum with me honey." Steve mewled and begged, as his hips stuttered. You clenched down on his length as heat blossomed for the second time. Sending shakes of pleasure through your body as Steve spilled his white hot seed inside your oversensitive walls. Slowly his hips in the aftershocks of both your orgasms. Unhooking your raised leg from his hip, pressing your thighs together as he pulled out from your weeping cunt. Glistening, evidence of three orgasms intermingling.

"Shit that's fucking hot, I want that branded on my skin. For life." He laughed, fingerings some of the stickiness back into your slit as he knelt in front of you. "Feel better?" He asked you tenderly, you pouted holding out your arms for him.

"Want you." You continued to pout,

"We gotta get cleaned up my love. Don't want an inflection or hell forbid 'a baby'." He quoted, fake shivering.

"Too late for that Harrington, but at least give me your sweater. My other shirt is getting to small for her." You ask rubbing you hands over your bump, basking in the domesticity of this.

"Why mine? We have plenty of maternity clothes that you might be more comfortable in-"

"Steve. Give me the sweater, now." His eye went wide realizing his mistake a bit too late, you're clothes were great and all. Both of you had spent a small fortune on some items but something about wearing his clothes after him made you brain fuzzy. Maybe it was the pheromones, maybe the hormones but he quickly did as he was told. Slipping the soft sweater over your head as you shivered. He used a discarded shirt on the bed to wipe between your legs. Handing you, his cup of water on the vanity to drink as he slip fresh underwear on himself and you. Then almost on cue, multiple hard pounds to the closed bedroom door shake the apartment.

"Sorry no solicitors!" Steve yelled collapsing to your side, shuffling both of you under the covers in giggles.

"DADDDDD!!!!" Your toddler pouts from behind the closed door, rattling the door handle.

"You can do it baby, I believe in you." Steve encourages, making your heart swell in pride you'd chosen him. And before either of you could prepare, you brown haired, hazel eyed baby boy came clambering onto your bed in a huff. Crawling up the length of Steve's legs to crush him with a awkward hug of mostly his neck. You'd recently just warned of the dangers of climbing over you since growing a baby brother or sister now.

"G'morning Mommy, 'Morning Daddy." He looking at you as he hugged Steve. You pulled him onto you chest, getting the same choking hug but much gentler than Steve's.

"And good morning to you Teddy-bear. Did you sleep good?" The boy nodding, breathing deeply into your chest. Playing with your hair that fell against your shoulder, in his small hands.

"I love my boys." You kissed his face until he squirmed out of your grasp, giggling as Steve laid him inbetween your two bodies. Tickling Teddy's sides in spite of his protest until he was ready to pee himself. Steve never expected a son, sure he'd wanted children and lot of them but when he held your hand and the ultrasound technician told you. He was never more unsure of anything then he held Teddy in his arms.

You wanted a name that meant something to both of you, and having lost your bestest friend before Steve just a year and some prior it seemed like the perfect name. Edward Harrington, except that wasn't quite right. He'd also thought about naming your baby after Dustin, Steve's best friend before Robin and before you. So you settled on Edmund Harrington, a perfect combination and compromise. Especially after you'd had multiple stitches, you decided to call him Teddy. Robin had bought him a small Pooh Teddy Bear at the hospital as she phoned everyone of Teddy's birth. Steve pulled the covers over the three nearly four of you, turning to watch over the both of you. Teddy's face pressed into his Dads chest, thumb in his mouth as his eyes tried to fight drowsiness. You were on a similar path as Steve hand circled the apple of your cheek caringly. Leaning over to kiss your lips as he drifted off to sleep himself, all of you surrounded by more attainable unconditional love then you'd ever know what to do with.

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You should wear my clothes more often (Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader)

Summary: On Corroded Coffins biggest show to date at The Hideout. You decide to wear something very special for your boyfriend for some light encouragement.

Characters: Eddie Munson, Reader, Garrett, Jeff, Nelson (freak 1, still upset the didn't just give him a name), Gus (bouncer), Wayne (Reader mentions)

Warnings/Tags: afab reader, she/her pronouns and anatomy, SMUT (Minors DNI!!!) , drunk makes reader uncomfortable, mentions of Eddie not taking care of himself, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), established relationship, drinking and cigarette smoking, public sex, slight degrading. (Lmk if I missed any!)

Tonight was a big night for Eddie and the whole of Corroded Coffin, The Hideout was hosting a large biker group tonight. Celebrating one of the long term members 45th birthday. They had been practicing all week leaving you craving Eddie's attention, not in a toxic overreactive way. But in a want of his time to follow you after tonight's performance, and then some. Dustin had helped you by finding one of Eddie's first Corroded Coffin shirts. In what could potentially be the largest pile of clothes to ever exist. With you not there to physically support Eddie, he didn't notice or feel the need to keep up with cleaning. Since you weren't there to help him stay on track, it was the perfect opportunity. You paired the light grey shirt with a skin tight leather skirt with a prominent slit going along the length of your hip. Showing off the garters you wore holding up fine fishnet stockings to mid thigh. Adding a studded belt to clinch your waist even more, eyeing as your lacy black bra showed through the sides of the now cropped muscle tee you'd created. While lacing your Docs, excessive honking came from the end of your driveway. Slipping on a long black trench like coat, you placed your hottest red lipstick in the pocket, spritzing yourself with perfume before running out of you house. Locking the door behind you, downing the driveway Eddie already standing at the ready near the open passenger door. You flung yourself into his arms, he spun the two of you around in excitement. Kissing you fervently, you melted into his affection. Jumping back at the honk of the horn from a typically annoyed Garrett riding bitch in the back of the van.

"Get in fuckers or we're gonna be late we still have to pick up Nelson and set up!"

"Shove it or get your license Garrett, I'm just greeting my girl." He turned smiling with not only his bright white teeth and his plump bottom lip, stretching warmth all across his features. Eddie smiled with his eyes, deep and expressive filled with childlike wonder even after such hardships. He looked at you like a sailor did the stars, as if he was from the driest desert and you were his only source of water in a land full of puddles. He made me feel more curiosity than what was in the deepest part of the ocean's depth. You pulled him against you for one last hug, whining when he had to pull away. "We gotta get going my love, for once Gar-bear is right." He said eyeing the watch on his left wrist you had helped Wayne pick out for Eddie's birthday.

"Fine, I guess I'll manage a little longer without jumping your bones." You said patting his chest, stepping into the passenger side. Greeting Jeff as Eddie tried to eye your covered ass through the shield like coat. Garrett eyed him right back and Eddie sarcastically stuck his tongue out to his friend.

He skipped to the driver's side, starting the van up again. Peering over to you, watching as you were applying the bold color to your lips before racing to Nelson's house. Bringing your hand to his thigh as he drove, yelling at the guys in the back to shut up over the loud Metallica cassette he had going.

Arriving at The Hideout, you found parking in the back to leave room for the various Motorcycles that would fill the rows in front in an hour. The boys made quick work of unpacking their equipment, chatting about the set every so often. Sitting on the edge of the back of the nearly empty van, Eddie held onto your waist as you stood in-between his legs, holding his chilled beer as he shared a cigarette. They discussed various things like Hellfire, girls, and the potential scouting's or long term Friday set at The Hideout if they did well before Eddie squeezed your hip, tickling your side.

"What's with the flasher coat baby?" He complained into your neck, trying to pull it off your shoulder to exposed more skin. You tugged the fabric back into place, squinting at him.

"Wanted to wait and surprise you with my outfit baby." Turning in his grasp, setting the beer down on the bed of the Van. Tucking crazed and frizzy curls behind his ear, not only was his room messy but his hair had seen better days with you there to detangled it. You loved taking care of Eddie, and he was just a forgetful person. Putting everyone before himself and his own wants or needs. Leaning down you kissed the flush skin of his neck, marking your favourite spot then brought your lips to his ear in a low whisper for him to hear. "If I'd walked out without this on, we'd never made it back to the Van." He groaned at your words, taking his hands and smoothly down the curl of your ass. You gasped and he suddenly remembered he was outside with his friends and not in the solo bubble of warmth you invoked in his life.

"You are a minks, you know that?" He laughed pulling his hands back to a more respectable spot, flicking the end of his cigarette to the gravel lot. Pulling back to look at Eddie in his entirety, handcuff buckle hung low on his waist. Showing off a sliver of alabaster skin of his v-line and curt trail of hair leading down his pelvis disappearing under the black jeans. His ring adorned hand went beside him to pick up the glass beer bottle, bringing it up to his mouth his wrapped his lips around it. Tilting his head back, making you watch as a small amount of the tan liquid traced down the side of his lips to where his Adam's apple bobbed as he drank. How badly you wanted to sink your teeth into his neck, licking the liquor off until you reached his lips to tangle your tongue with his. He finished the drink, setting the bottle back down, looking at your eyes intensely. He flashed a greedy grin, biting at his lips making eye contact with your lips.

"See something you like baby?" He winked, taking your hand in his. You thought briefly, looking to see Jeff and Nelson arguing who the better drummer was Tommy Lee of Motely Cruë or Nicko McBain of Iron Maiden. Garrett adding in how he thought John Bonham (Led Zeppelin) and Lars Ulrich (Metallica) were also two drummers with extreme merit to idolize.

"You know, your right it's actually quite warm under the limelight of the bar. Do you want a refill?" You asked as you started to unbutton the coat, stepping back to shrug it off your shoulders. Revealing yourself in the outfit to Eddie in your full glory, his jaw would hit the pavement if he gaped it any lower. You cocked your head, waiting for a response as the gears turned in his brain.

"I-, um. Pfft, wha-? Mmm." He asked you in a series of unintelligible words, drinking in your image. Picking up his empty bottle, you shook it in front of him.

"Refill?" You turned to the other three, "Boys?" Almost feeling the Eddie eyes roll back into his skull. Their conversation had stalled at your question, simply able to just shake their heads in disagreement. Trying not to gawk at Eddie's girl, Jeff started the argument up again. You turned around, winking at Eddie.

"Teddy? You want anything?" He hands flexed on his thighs, shaking his head as he was very obviously looking at your breasts. Not that he couldn't, and not that he wasn't ever this obvious. He loved to worship your body, barely feeling lucky enough to be in your presence ordinarily but knowing exactly what was hidden under his clothes was a pleasure in it of itself. You shrugged walking into the bar, getting another beer on you and Eddie's shared tap. Fluffing your hair as you waited, noticing just how many people were filling in the bar. You'd never seen it so full in the two years the boys had been playing here. Perhaps it was because it was a Friday night as well. Stepping back out away from the counter you were stopped by a large man before the exit, where Eddie and the boys were.

"Well-well, hello there pretty lady-" He stopped walking, blocking your path.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to get in your way. Just getting my boyfriend a beer." You motioned behind him to the outside with your chin, still holding the bottle moving to hold it buy the neck just encase.

"That's a shame, you shouldn't have to do that. A girl like you should n'er have to wait on a man." He slurred, putting his arm up along the wall to block the hall further. "Allow me to show you how to treat a woman right?"

"Sorry, but no thank you. And even if I wasn't in a committed and loving relationship, this would never happen. Not even in your dreams so if you'll excuse me, I need to pass." You tried pushing pass his arm against the wall of the hallway, when he hooked it along your waist. Pressing your back to the wall, "Hey get the fuck off me!" You yelled, the bouncer a nice man named Gus started to walk towards the pair of you. A old friend of Wayne's, knew you were Eddie's girl and like hell you were ever gonna be hurt under his watchful eye. Before the man could speak again or Gus could reach you, you were ripped from his grasp. Hearing a grueling punch hit the side of the man's face, pushed into Garrett's arms pulling you backwards. Eddie's fluffy hair cascaded down the back of his vest, he winced shaking his knuckles. Gus pulled the man from the floor his nose bleeding with various marks from Eddie's heavy rings, no doubt breaking his nose in the process.

"Get fucked man, don't touch a lady without permission or they're will be way worse consequences than I can give you. Asshat." Eddie spit at the guy,

"I got it, Edward. I'll escort this piece of shit out." Gus nodded towards you, and you have him a shy smile. Watching as he hurled the man half his age and at least twice his size out of the front door of the bar. Eddie turned to you once he saw the offender out the door, taking your face in his hands.

"Hey you okay, baby?" Eddie asked you with tenderness, eyes searching your form for any signs of harm. Garrett let go after seeing Gus enter the bar, letting you go to Eddie's side.

"No I'm fine. You came before anything happened." You told him, placing a hand over his caressing your cheek. He smiled wearily, as your eyes fell to his hand. "Eds your hand!"

"Hey nah, I'm good. I've played with worse, right guys?" He motioned to the band, they all shook their heads.

"No." Jeff said as dead-pan as possible, Nelson shook his head in agreement.

"Losers, okay I'm alright. Scouts honor." He raised his hand, while the other went to his chest directly over to cross his heart. Kissing his right cheek leaving a red lipstick mark, in your wake.

"Hey boys, you should get ready the bars getting full and it's pretty quiet in here." The Manager of the bar came over to the lot of us, the boys all clapped Eddie on the back going to their rightful spots on stage.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Eddie asked face full of apprehension, you traced the worry lines on his forehead. Stopping on his lips, pulling at one side for him to smile. He chuckled in awe then kissed each tip of your fingers.

"Hmm, my dashing knight. Don't worry, I'll say within eyesight. Wouldn't want you to lose your good luck charm." He rolled his eyes, hugging you to his chest.

"Hey Loverboy! Hurry up, the people await." Garrett yelled, you and Eddie flipped him the bird. He stole a kiss at your temple, releasing you to skip over to his band on the small stage. You found a seat close to Gus by the entrance on the bar. Listening to the boys gear up, by connecting to their amps. It lightly screeched when Eddie came up front and center to his mic.

"Good evening everyone, we're Corroded Coffin. I'd first like to wish a Happy 45th Birthday to the big boy over in the booths. Thank you for letting us celebrate with you tonight. We're a heavy metal cover band as well we'll try not to burst you ear drums with a couple of our original songs." He got a short laugh from the crowd, "Now that I've sufficiently stalled, we're gonna start our night with a favorite DIO song of ours." And with that Garrett counted them off, Eddie started the guitar intro to Holy Diver.

Halfway through the set, Eddie taking some water from a bottle at Garrett's feet threw off his vest to expose the shredded back of his black shirt. Exposing his powerful chiseled back and shoulders glistening with sweat. He pushed his wet bangs off his forehead, picking up his Sweetheart again off the stand. Nodding at your dropping form, winking at you. You decided it was time to show him your final surprise of the evening, legs crossed over eachother. You yawned stretching your arms, ensuring no one else was looking in your direction. Uncrossing your legs wide, allowing Eddie to see you were in fact not wearing any underwear. He choked on his harsh gulp of water, eye blown wide. You crossed your legs back over, adjusting your skirt again to ensure no mishaps. Jeff clapped Eddie on the back, handing him more water to which Eddie pushed away. Quickly starting and finishing the second and last part of the set. Before you could even realize, Eddie ended the night running over to you.

You look up from your seat at the bar, coming face to face with the leading man. Eddie puts his hands on the bar, trapping you between them. Nudging his nose against yours teasing into a kiss, you laced your hands in his long damp hair to roughly pull him into you, digging your hands into his scalp for him to concide. As he explored your mouth, tasting like stale beer and salty sweat that coated his body.

“Mmm, did you like my performance babe?” he said through passionate kisses, you pulled his head away.

“I like all of your performances Mr. Munson,” tugging his neck down so you could whisper in his ear, “Especially the more private ones.” he groaned, rutting his waist in between your legs. Brushing his sex on your thigh as his hands moved under his shirt to your bare back, you shivered at the metal of his rings on your heated skin. Even sweating his hands were freezing against the growing heat of your body.

“Look at you, already so needy for me. I should bring you to practices too.” he cooed in your ear, tracing his lips over the expansion of your exposed neck.

“Let's see if I even let you out again when we get home.” you said greedy, taking money from your bra and putting it behind you on the counter not caring about the change. “Are you ready to get out of here?” you ask, starting to stand, he looks around at the guys packing up.

“Next time I’m going to make Garret drive the rest of them home, think you can wait till then?” Your hands lower into his back pockets squeezing tightly at the rounded flesh, you bite your lip. Looking up at him, through thick lashes adding a pouty bottom lip. He rolled his eyes, so to add to your plead you pressed your breasts into in his chest making him groan, “Fine, come with me.” He removes your hands, guiding you threw the countless drunk bikers hanging around the bar. A line already started for both bathrooms, it would be to obvious to sneak into the small line of the women's or the back of house office. He looked around before opening a cleaning closet and ushering you both inside. The only light came from the cracks of the doorframe, you turned your front to Eddie. His lips found you even in the darkness, desperate for contact. Addicted to the way his ring clad hands roamed your body, while his lips stayed hungry on yours you broke contact gasping for breath holding yourself up by his shoulders. His lips moved down to your collarbone sucking and nipping at the flesh, not long enough to leave harsh marks like he loved.

“Eds.” you moaned as his hands started to bunch up your tight skirt over your hips, he put his lips to your ear.

“You have no idea how bad I want you, right now.” he breathed, pushing your back to the wall, hooking one of your legs over his hip.

“Really?” you said teasingly, feeling his length press against your bare heated core. “How bad, baby?” you begged, moving your hands to unbuckle his black ripped jeans. Sliding a hand underneath his waistband with the belt tugged partly free. He gasped at the contact your smooth hand had against his hardening length. You stroked him between the zipper of his pants, over his boxers. A wet spot forming at your handy work.

“So bad, so fucking bad.” he says through gasps, holding you up while he kissed down your chest. Letting go to unzip his pants, licking your palm and breaching under the waistband. You could feel the crimped hair at the base of his cock, growing with the friction your palm was giving him.

“Then hurry up and fuck me Munson,” you said into his scalp, pulling his hair.

“Fuck I love it when your demanding, I don’t have a rubber.” he confessed, through quiet moans. You shook your head moving your skirt up fully, not caring.

“Think of it as an early Christmas present.” you told him freeing him from the tightness of his underwear. His length fully erect and heavy in your hand, twitching at your offer.

“Shit it is the best time of the year,” he laughed, kissing you with more teeth, adjusting the two of you so your weight was shifted completely onto his hip.

"Your such a dork, we gotta be quick or people will suspect." You breathed into his neck, lining him up with your soaking entrance, he slammed his hips into you without warning. Expliciting moans from both of you, your nails dug into the muscles of his back over his shirt as he pushed into you.

"Fuck your so tight, such a dirty girl letting me use you in a utility closet." You arched at the wanted pain and intrusion, groaning as he didn’t wait for you to adjust, relentlessly grinding his hips into yours. "Yeah take everything I give you baby, such a slutty thing to do. Not wearing any panties, two can play at that game babe. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me. All sweaty, raspy after playing. Fuck-" He started to get comfortable continuing hitting that spongy spot inside you, you tightened around him. Gripping harder on his back, digging your nails into exposed parts of his shirt.

"Yes you love it when I talk to you like the slut you are huh? Rough me up baby, I love feeling you scratch at me." Earning a low groan from you made his hips stuttered, gripping your thigh and hip with strength that would no doubt give you bruises. You move a hand down kneading your clit to his rough pace, building a fast knot that’s quickly undone.

"Eds-Eds I'm cum, cumming." You squeaked, he bites down on your shoulder to silence himself as your walls clench while you cum around him. Riding out your high with a few more hard thrusts as he shoots his hot sticky cum inside you. Pulling out slowly and taking his handkerchief from his back pocket to collect the mess you two left behind.

"Open." He commanded, you stuck your tongue out as he shoved the messy cloth into your mouth. Moaning into the salty taste of both of you on your tongue. "Shit your so hot, I've had a semi since we were outside."

Tucking it back into his back pocket you catch his lips while he brings your leg down, holding onto your waist waiting for the numbness to subside. Kisses much sweeter, humming with pleasure. Both of you glistened with sweat, and dazed from what just happened. You’d never had sex so publicly with people directly outside the door, the thrill was still running its course through your veins when he broke away and ended the perfect silence.

“We should get going, I can’t wait to get you home and really have my way with you.” He let go of your waist, tucking himself back into his pants, buckling his belt and pushed the door open. You smack his shoulder hard getting his attention,

“There wasn’t a lock?!” you muttered, quietly in his arm with outrage.

“Would you have been naughty if I told you there wasn’t?” he whispered, licking his lips and adjusting your clothes in the dim of the hall of The Hideout. “You should wear my shirts more often, you look like a groupie. A huge turn on, babe.” You pout your lips and push his face with a Cheshire grin adorning it away walking towards your friends.

Writer: Miss

Personal Blog: @ebaylee422

Requests: Open

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Just for tonight (Starscream/reader pt 3)

Summary: After a harsh beating from Megatron, Starscream seeks solace in the only place he can think of. And you of course, welcome him.

Chracters: Starscream/You (Miko and Bulkhead make a special appearance)

Tags: Hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, TW for abuse and just Megatron in general cause fuck that guy, no smut but it is refrenced, mutual pining, someone get Starscream some help for the love of god.

This was written by Edge

Personal blog: @hollister-mc

Sunlight dipped into your room, you groaned and rolled over. It was your day off, you only planned on getting up when you felt like it. Or if you had to pee before your bladder bursts, whichever came first. 

Three short beeps of a horn make you jolt under your covers, you huff and drag the blankets over your head. People and their shitty driving would be something that irked you till the day you died… Wait, you live pretty far out. Why would someone be honking right outside, unless…

"Y/N!!!!! WAKE UP, IT'S ROCK AND ROLL TIME!" You groan even louder into your pillow as your front door gets assaulted by Miko’s fists. "GO AWAY I'M NOT HOME!" You scream back at her, and she goes silent. You pause and raise your head. There's no way that actually worked, right?

"BOO!" 

"AH!" You vault your body onto the floor with a grunt. Miko starts to laugh maniacally outside your window. You wince as you move your stiff body up off the floor, you make your way over to the window, ripping open the blinds and unlatching your window lock. 

Miko stops laughing as you yank her through the window. "Ow! Geez sorry, someone isn't a morning person." She mumbles. You roll your eyes and make your way over to your dresser to scour for an outfit. "No, especially on my day off." She scoffs and flops onto your bed. "You can't just sleep the day away! It's almost noon!" 

You chuckle and turn back to her, outfit in hand. "You see Miko, the point of my day off means I can spend it however the hell I want. Besides, I already hung out with you guys yesterday." 

Miko jumps up and latches onto your arm, putting on her best pair of puppy eyes. "Pleaseeeee Y/n! We love hanging out with you!" You chuckle and raise a brow. "I'm an adult, shouldn't hanging around me be a buzzkill?" She laughs and shakes her head rapidly, making her pigtails flop around. "Pfft what? So what if you're an adult, you don't act like it! Plus Jack is more of a buzzkill than you." 

You laugh loudly and push her out of your room. "Alright, you've convinced me. Now get out so I can change." 

You shut your door and quickly get ready. After a couple minutes you head out of your room to find Miko staring at your counter. Your stomach drops as you realize she's staring at the missing chunk in your counter. 

"What happened here?" She asks, glancing up at you curiously. "Oh uh…" 

FUCK! You completely forgot about your poor bar that got wrecked along with you last week.

"Oh right, yeah a friend and I were uh… Doing a project, and it uh— kinda got out of hand…" You ramble as you avidly search for shoes so you both can leave quickly and drop the conversation. "A friend huh? Which one?" Miko starts to get a wicked grin on her face.

"A friend from work." You say, a bit too quickly for Miko’s liking. "Oh yeah?" 

"Mmhm, yup, yup, alright let's go!" You flash a nervous grin and gesture to the door. Miko stands with her hands on her hips, giving you a disapproving look. "I thought we were best friends Y/n?" 

"We are–"

"Then why didn't you tell me you hooked up with someone?!" 

You let out a squeak while waving your arms around in a desperate attempt to sway her. "Whoa! Haha, where'd you get that idea?!" She scoffed and crossed her arms. "Um hello? You're like– totally blushing!... Did yall get freaky?” 

You nearly screamed, you did not want to have this conversation with a teenage girl. Especially this one, who would embarrass the hell out of you for it. “I’m leaving without you!” You shouted and ran out of your house. 

Bulkhead swung open the driver door as you sprinted to his vehicle mode. Miko was yelling as she ran out of your house, the passenger side opened for her as well and she climbed it. Bulkhead started driving and broke the silence. "Whoa, where's the fire?" His amused voice comes through the radio.

Miko huffs and slouches in her seat, shooting you a frown. "Y/n won't tell me about their new partner!" You roll your eyes and cross your arms, staring out onto the road. Bulkhead sighs. "Miko… If Y/n wants to talk about their relationship then they will, stuff like that is private sometimes." 

The teenager groans and sits up straighter. "Fine, but I hope you'll tell me about it soon!" You laugh and reach over, ruffling her pigtails fondly. "Sure Miko, I'm just figuring things out right now ya know?" 

She nods and starts to laugh. "I understand, maybe it's a good thing you're keeping it private right now. We wouldn't want Starscream to find out would we?" You choke on air, a coughing fit starting up in your chest. Miko cackles loudly and Bulkhead groans in disgust. "Ugh Miko gross…" 

Right, how could you forget? Let's rewind for a second. Now, it didn't go unnoticed by team prime that Starscream had a certain… Fixation on you. Whenever the cons got involved with whatever the bots were doing Starscream always seemed to make it his mission to capture you, or at the very least rile you up.

Most everyone didn't think anything of it, even you. Just chalked it up to Starscream hating how snarky you were with him. The flirts you would shoot at him were typically done out of range from the bots or cons, you didn't want to be asked questions you didn't have the answers too. 

Most everyone didn't think anything of it… Except Miko. 

See, she had this wild conspiracy theory that Starscream was secretly in love with you and that the reason he always tried to capture you was so he could have you all to himself… Hilarious right? You thought so, at least, you used to. Now? You don't know what the hell to believe. 

"Oh come on Bulk, Screamers would be so jealous if he found out that Y/n was dating someone." Miko says. "Look, Starscream's not the type to care about anyone but himself. Especially about a human, no offense. But I think it's safe to say that he's not capable of any kind of affection." 

Miko and Bulkhead start to bicker back and forth about Starscream and you. Bulkhead may have a point. Starscream is loyal to himself, you're not sure if he is capable of affection but you sure as hell know he's capable of turning the inside of your pants into a slip and slide. Your face burns at the thought and you do your best to tune out their conversation the rest of the drive to base.

~~~~~~

Starscream walked throughout the dreary halls of the Nemesis, his posture stiff. This past week had been absolute torture. You constantly plagued his thoughts, all day, all night. Even in recharge he can't escape you. He's been on edge constantly and everyone on the Nemesis was starting to notice. The worst part was that he had also begun to slack in his work. He'd be spacing out more, snapping at anyone who'd point it out. More errors in coding and other data entries, even taking more time than usual out on protrols. 

Unfortunately for him, Megatron especially had begun to notice his second in command's change of behavior. 

Starscream folded his servos behind his back nervously, pausing in front of the door to the bridge. Megatron had requested his presence a few moments ago, and he had a horrible feeling that he knew what it was about. 

The doors slid open and he made his way onto the bridge. The room was mostly empty, only a couple of Vehicons were posted at their station, and of course, Megatron. Starscream made his way towards his leader, every step in his pedes felt like lead. Megatron was facing away from him.

"Starscream." He spoke, voice eerily calm.

"Lord Megatron." Starscream replied. 

"Do you know why I called you here?" Megatron asked. 

Starscream paused. Either he had found out about Starscream's little escapade with you, or he was here to reprimand him about his slacking lately. A small part of him hoped it was something completely different, but the underlying malice in his voice told him that there was no painless way out of this. 

"No my liege… I do not." He uttered. Megatron instantly picked up on his reluctance. The tall mech slowly turned around, glaring down at his second in command. “I don’t like liars Starscream. You know perfectly well why you're here. Correct?” Megatron started to circle Starscream as he spoke. The shorter mech felt his knees tremble. “I don’t tolerate slackers. You should know that better than anyone. It’s bad enough my second in command is a spineless fool who constantly plots behind my back, but I don’t need one who does poor work as well.” 

“I’m sorry my–” Starscream grunted in pain as Megatron struck him across the face, the force of the blow making him crumple to the ground. “The only reason you’re still here is because you’re of better use to me here than anywhere else.” Megatron sent a kick to his side. Starcream jolted to the side, landing painfully on his wings. “Don’t make me regret it, Starscream. I’ll dispose of you myself if you stop serving a purpose to me.” 

Starscream shakily tried to get to his knees but Megatron grabbed his wings and threw him to the side, eliciting a sharp yelp from the seeker. Despite the throb of pain running through Starscream, he couldn’t help the rush of relief that coursed through him as well.

Megatron didn’t know about you.

~~~~~~

You waved goodbye to Miko and Bulkhead from the top step of your house. The two drove away, blasting heavy metal. You chuckled and headed into your dark home. A yawn escaped your mouth as you flicked on the light of your living room, you set down your things on a chair and stretched. You had an eventful day at the base, Wheeljack was back on Earth visiting, so naturally the day was filled with fun and chaos. 

Before you could head into your bedroom a familiar sound of an engine stopped you. Your heart instantly started to beat faster, you hadn’t seen Starscream in a week. You wait for him to burst through your back door but you hear shuffling and muttering instead. Slowly you make your way to the back door, creaking it open you see Starscream there in his smaller form clutching his side. Instantly you notice the dents and scratches littering his form. The grimace of pain in his face was enough to snap you out of your shocked stare. “Christ— What happened to you?” You swing the door open fully enough for him to come in. A hiss of pain leaves his mouth as he limps through the short doorway. “Who do you think?” He grunts out.

You shut the door and watch him limp further into the house. You chew your lip in thought, you could say the autobots but considering you were with them all day the only logical explanation was… 

“Megatron…?” You inquired dolefully. Starscream said nothing as he looked to the floor, his back was to you, letting you get a clear view of his wings. They weren’t horrible wounds, he would clearly live; but the light blue energon leaking from a gash in his wing made your gut heavy in discomfort. “You’re leaking…” You mumble. Starscream continues to stare at the floor, refusing to look back at you. 

You may not have the right tools to patch him up, but you could at least ease some problems. Slowly you walk over to him, moving carefully into his line of sight. The situation as a whole is bizarre, the enemy faction of your friends is here in your house injured, and while he may not be asking for help directly the look in his optics tells you everything you need. 

You reach your hand forward, gently wrapping your hand around his servo, silently noting how cold he was compared to the last time you touched him. His optics dart to your smaller hand, before looking at you directly. A soft smile makes your way onto your lips. “Come with me?” 

Starscream raises a brow before nodding slowly. You smile, and lead him towards your bedroom. You slowly open your door and flip on the light, you lead Starscream to your bed, gently making him sit on the edge. “Wait here, I’m going to grab some stuff.” 

“Alright.” He mumbles. 

You turn and walk into your bathroom, mentally going through the possible supplies you have that would be beneficial. You doubt anything antiseptic would work on him, and obviously you don’t have any welding gear, or whatever they use to mend wounds. That leaves cleaning and wrapping up injuries temporarily. So, you grab some rags.

When you come back Starscream is looking around your room from his spot on the bed. You don’t think you can get used to the tall Decepticon sitting on your bed so casually. He turns back to you and notices the stuff in your hands. “What’s that?” He asks. 

“Just some rags, do you mind if I clean you up and tie off any leaks?” Starscream seems confused, before looking down at himself. “I don’t understand, am I leaking that badly? I apologize if I got energon on your things…” Your throat tightened at his words. Truly, you don’t think you’ve heard an apology come from his mouth before, let alone the absolute defeat in his voice. 

You instantly moved towards him. “No, no it’s not that. Don’t worry about any messes okay? I just want to help, I may not be able to do much for you medically… But I just–” Your breath hitches as you meet his stare. He looks so broken. You briefly wonder if anyone has ever done anything for him out of the kindness in their heart. You raise a hand to his face out of instinct to comfort, but he flinches away. 

Your heart shattered. 

He must have seen the shock in your face, for he turned away from you in shame. You swallowed the lump in your throat, crying wouldn’t help either of you right now. So you continued to reach your hand out, slower this time. Your hand met the side of his faceplate, you gently turned his helm towards you. His optics seemed duller than before as he looked at you. You raise your other hand, the rag you had wet earlier in your grasp. With utmost care you wiped a scuff that was on the lower left side of his face. 

“I don’t know your situation on the Nemesis… I know Megatron is far from being a gracious and forgiving leader, and in all honesty he doesn’t deserve the crew or position he has now…” You speak as you continue to wipe up his various scratches, his optics never leaving your face. You can feel your heart racing in your chest, yet you continue to speak tenderly. “But I want you to know that my door is always open. Whenever you need to get away from it, or if you want company, you need to vent, get cleaned up. Whatever it may be, day or night, whether I’m here or not, I will still be here for you. Okay?” You finish wiping his face.

Starscream has a look you’ve never seen before on him, then again, you haven't seen him like this ever. It hurts you to think he’s been suffering silently and alone from Megatron's wrath all this time. Starscream doesn’t know what to say, no one ever has extended such generosity and kindness to him before. At least without some sort of catch to it. So he says the only thing that comes to mind. 

“Why?” 

The question shook you. One word, and yet it raised so many questions inside you. Why were you doing this? Setting aside the fact that you were ‘enemies’ , Starscream wasn’t exactly the friendliest around. That, and most times you’ve interacted it was threats, bantering, or flirting borderlining taunting. Only recently did things change, clearly you skipped some steps when it comes to… whatever relationship you have with him. What relationship did you have with him exactly? You’re not really hostile anymore, friends is a loose term that doesn’t quite fit. Partner isn’t the right word, neither is lover. Fuck buddy isn’t to far off, yet would just a plain old hook up care this much about the other person? So it all loops back to the original question. Why do you care?

“I don’t know… I just do… Why did you come here instead of your medical bay?”

Starscream blinks in shock, his expression befuddled. Another moment passed, both of you just staring at each other. Finally, he speaks once more. 

“I don’t know… I just did.”

A small smile grew on your lips at his words, his face softened ever so slightly. “Well then… Since we obviously have no idea what we’re doing, can I finish what I started?” He nodded.

You grinned brightly and started to get back to work, cleaning any smudges or energon leaks. Starscream watched you with a soft expression, admiring you and how you worked. He had no idea how to express to you that there was no possible way you could finish what you started, not when it came to how you made him feel. Starscream was terrified of what you did to him, more so what could happen to you or him if anyone else found out what was going on.

He watched you wrap a long cloth around his thigh, you tied it off, pausing and glancing up at him concerned. “That doesn’t hurt right?” He shakes his head, and you nod before reaching for another cloth to tie off a gash on his arm. You worked silently, briefly stopping here and there to ask permission or to check in on how he was doing. Once you were done, he honestly looked a lot better. You stood in front of him, hands resting proudly on your hips as you grinned. “All done! How do you feel?” 

Starscream glanced down at himself, obviously the dents and such were still there, but surface wise you did an amazing job. “I feel better… Thank you.” The words felt forigen, but the way your face lit up was all he needed to forget the oddity of pleasantries. 

For a moment, you both were staring at eachother again. The tension creeped back into the room, increasingly becoming difficult to ignore. Before you impulsively smashed your face against his you cleared your throat and gathered the used rags and brought them back into your bathroom. Starsceam watched you the entire time. 

You came back into the bedroom, shutting the door behind you. “So um… Do you have to go back soon?” You asked, slightly hoping his answer would be no. 

“Probably… But I don’t exactly want to go back.” Starscream rested his arms on his legs, leaning forward in thought. You frowned and shifted your weight between your legs. “Do they need you back for something?” He shook his helm, running his optics over a few objects on your wall. “No, not exactly. My shift was nearly over when I left anyway.” 

You ran your eyes over him, his body language seemed uncomfortable. If his words weren’t enough you could clearly tell that he dreaded going back right now. Before you could stop yourself, the words slipped. “Then stay.” 

Starscream froze, and slowly turned towards you. “...What?” 

Your mouth felt dry, you wanted to avert your eyes from his intense stare but you couldn’t seem to pry your eyes away from his. “Stay… Just for tonight.” 

Logically, you shouldn’t have offered. Then again, if you want to go by those rules you should have stopped what you were doing a long time ago. Starscream was having a similar thought. He already has let you do this for him, he was already here. The looming threat over both of your heads was already there, one night wouldn’t lessen or greaten the affects. 

“Alright… Just for tonight then.” 

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