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corrodedbisexual · 7 months

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bound, beautiful, beloved

Steddie | E | ~7.8k | AO3 link

Written for @steves-strapcollection's birthday! 🥰 I hope you have a wonderful day dear friend and co-member of the sacred cult of Good Boy Eddie. 😂 Happy birthday!!! 🎉🫶

Featuring: Porn with Feelings, Fluff and Smut, Dom/sub Play, Shibari, Vibrators, Lace Panties, Prostate Massage, Overstimulation, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Nipple Play, Body Worship, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Dry Humping, Mirror Sex, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Laughter During Sex, Making Out, Aftercare, Post-Coital Cuddling, Light Angst, Romance, Self-Esteem Issues, Trauma, Insecurity, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Non-Sexual Bondage, Tenderness, Banter, Dorks in Love, Dancing, Massage, Established Relationship, Top/Switch/Soft dom Steve Harrington, Bottom/Switch/Sub Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is Steve Harrington's good boy, POV Steve Harrington

Steve's boyfriend looks like the ultimate wet dream. There’s never a time he doesn’t find Eddie the most beautiful and sexy person in the entire world, but this view, right here… this definitely takes the icing on the cake. Steve can still hardly believe they got to this point. It took two weeks to bring this particular fantasy to life. But really, they have been working up to this kind of moment for much, much longer. *** A story of Steve and Eddie growing into their intimate relationship, full of playfulness, amazing orgasms, developing trust and confidence, and above all else, unconditional love.

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Steve licks his thumb and exaggeratedly loudly flips another page of a sports magazine in his hands. One he definitely hasn’t managed to comprehend a single word of, while all his senses are attuned to the sounds coming from the foot of the bed.

The constant buzzing noise. The harsh breathing. The occasional whimper, or sheets rustling, or the springs inside the mattress creaking slightly.

Unable to help himself, Steve once again glances over the edge of the page at the absolute erotic masterpiece that is his boyfriend. He’s not sure why he even decided on this absurd game of mock disinterest. He’d rather be watching the sight in front of him the entire time, not pretend to be reading the magazine he can’t give a single fuck about right now.

Eddie’s sitting back on his heels, his shins bound to his thighs with a gorgeous diamond patterned leg tie. Another piece of Steve’s handiwork is a harness woven across his hips, snug underneath his balls and framing his crotch in a way that makes Steve’s mouth water every time he looks. Besides the bright red ropes, the only clothing on Eddie is a matching red pair of lace panties. Eddie’s cock is straining desperately against the delicate fabric, a dark wet spot already visible below the tip.

Eddie meets his eyes briefly, his pupils blown, lips parted, face and chest flushed. Then, he drops his head and groans, trying to grind his hips back into the source of his sweet torture, to no avail. Everything Steve’s done was to ensure he would neither be able to escape it, nor attempt any extra stimulation.

Of course, potentially he could. His hands were left untied, but untied doesn’t mean free. They are bound by Steve’s firm command, right after he finished all of his rope work, gently tugging on Eddie’s wrists and guiding them down to the mattress. “Hands against the bed, baby. Keep them there. You can be a good boy and do that for me, can’t you?”

And so, Eddie’s hands stay in place, squeezing and clawing at the sheets to either side of his bound thighs.

Steve glances at his watch. It’s only been ten minutes, yet Eddie already looks like a fucking wreck. Steve can see how hard his arms are shaking, how he’s likely desperate to touch himself through the soft lace that must feel like absolute torment on his leaking dick. Creating pressure but no friction. Steve’s tried them on once, so he knows what it’s like when you’re hard, to feel every swirl of that beautiful pattern against hypersensitive skin.

Other than being pretty (so, so pretty stretched over Eddie’s equally pretty cock, hard and thick, with a prominent contour of veins now standing out against the lace), the panties serve a very practical purpose. Steve couldn’t quite figure out how to keep the magic wand in place where he wanted it with only ropes, and this solution was just genius. The handle is tucked into part of the hip harness underneath Eddie’s ass, whereas the head of the device is firmly held by the elastic of the panties, pressed snug against his taint, sending steady vibrations to his balls and prostate. Lowest speed setting. Not enough to push him to the brink, just enough to slowly drive him mad with the relentless teasing.

“Ah, I see you’re… not enjoying your magazine… much..?” Eddie catches him looking and grins, way too cocky for the situation he’s currently in. As if on cue, his dick twitches again in his panties, and he groans, sucking in his stomach and uselessly rolling his hips again, as if trying to grind on thin air. “Oh fuck. Jesus. How much longer?..”

“What, you’ve had your fun already, baby?” Steve teases and clicks his tongue. “I did suggest fifteen minutes. It’s you who insisted on twenty, remember?”

“Uhhhh,” Eddie croaks, wriggling his hips again and slapping one palm several times against the mattress. “Ohhhh, holy ssshit. I regret everything.”

“No, you don’t.” Steve smirks.

“No, I don’t,” Eddie admits with a miserable chuckle and dramatically flops down on his face, ass in the air, letting out a long, frustrated growl muffled by the mattress, before pushing himself back to his heels.

Steve abandons the stupid premise of reading his magazine and just sits back, enjoying the view. He squeezes himself through his boxers; obviously, he’s not unaffected. His boyfriend looks like the ultimate fucking wet dream. There’s never a time Steve doesn’t find him the most beautiful and sexy person in the entire world, but this view, right here… this definitely takes the icing on the cake.

Steve can still hardly believe they got to this point, when Eddie would take the initiative and present his own fantasy for Steve to fulfill. No more shyness about it, just unconcealed arousal and eager submissiveness when they first started talking about this kind of scene, both equally horny by the time they finished merely discussing the details. Steve spent days figuring out the right kind of weave for this; then, he’d just have Eddie kneel on the bed, getting used to the position, checking every few minutes if his boyfriend was comfortable, gradually increasing the time he spent bound every night up to an hour; beyond that, Eddie’s muscles were starting to cramp up.

It took two weeks to bring this particular fantasy to life. But really, they have been working up to this kind of moment for much, much longer.

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wynnyfryd · 3 months

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@griefabyss69 @pennyplainknits @paperbackribs @spectrum-spectre @cranberrymoons @steddie-island i think the people want to know about Indubitably to Suck a Dick 😂😂

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ITSAD is an unbelievably stupid crack fic idea i had after remembering an old poetry lesson from a high school summer writing workshop and then thinking about how eddie munson would terrorize his english teachers. it’s terrible i love it you can read the first part here. and a fresh snippet where that part left off below:

“You’re both showing off,” Frank cuts in as he steps up to his locker. “And why are you pissing off Ms. Harbert on purpose, man? I thought you were trying to graduate this time.”

Wow. Eddie blinks at him. “Well, hello to you, too, man, Jesus Christ. Who pissed in your Cheerios?”

“Probably Candace,” Jeff says.

“Probably fuck off,” Frank suggests.

“Yep. Definitely Candace.”

Frank groans and shuts his locker, knocks his forehead against the door. Eddie leans a shoulder against the cool metal and levels him with an earnest look, dropping his voice. “She turn you down for Valentine’s day?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Ouch. That’s a yes. And a bad one, too, judging by how miserable Frank’s voice sounds when he says it. Eddie sucks his teeth in sympathy.

Jeff offers no such thing. “Are you two losers done feeling sorry for yourselves now? I want to get to rehearsal.”

Little asshole. Dude always knows just what to say to get them out of a funk, works like a charm every time — not because it’s the correct response, but because Frank and Eddie both start going in on him so hard that they forget to mope entirely, hollering “Wooooow!” and “Seriously, man??” and “Go fuck yourself, Jeff!”

“Yeah, Jeff!”

“You know,” Eddie says conversationally to Frank, “I’m told getting popped in the mouth hurts especially bad with braces.”

“Damn right, it does,” Frank nods, and then they’re laughing, snickering like a bunch of dorks in a nearly empty hallway, which, like. They should probably clear out of. The roaming packs of after-school jocks will be prowling around here soon enough, and threats of violence are only funny when you know nobody means that shit.

#thank you all for sharing the brain cell with me today lmaooo #wip game #writing game #my writing #my wips #steddie #eddie munson #corroded coffin #jeff stranger things #unnamed freak stranger things #but his name is FRANKLIN

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jimothystu · 10 months

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Instagram AU: One of the Boys Part 1

Summary: YN is best friends with Trevor and by proxy has become "one of the boys" with him, the Hughes brothers, and Cole Pairings: Reader & Jack Hughes, Reader & Trevor Zegras, Reader & Quinn Hughes, Reader & Luke Hughes, and Reader & Cole Caufield Notes: I’m starting a little series! Haven’t decided who the reader ends up with yet so lmk if you have any preference! Also may write actual fics for this if there’s interest 🫶 All pics from Pinterest - credit to owners! Tag list:(join here or lmk if you want to be tagged in this series specifically) **[I messed up the form at first and forgot to have a place for urls and someone filled it out but since there was no url idk who it was 😭 I'm sorry!! If you filled out my form and were not tagged in this pls redo it!] @sammiejane22 @jackhues

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yourusername: I love these dorks. Thanks for letting me crash guys weekend!

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jackhughes: which one of you fuckers took that last pic

⇢ _quinnhughes: Wasn’t me

⇢ lhughes_06: Nah man not me

⇢ jackhughes: @/trevorzegras I SWEAR TO GOD

⇢ trevorzegras: 👀

⇢ yourusername: 😂 Thanks Z!!

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_quinnhughes: Feel free to crash guys weekend any time 😌

⇢ yourusername: You’re only saying that because I made pancakes

⇢ _quinnhughes: No…

⇢ lhughes_06: No we definitely like your company… and food…

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trevorzegras: I won twister for anyone who cares

⇢ _quinnhughes: No one cares

⇢ yourusername: I care! 🙋‍♀️

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lhughes_06: Kay but who do you love the most?

⇢ yourusername: I plead the fifth

⇢ fan1: We all know it’s Z!

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fan3: OMG JACK AND YN DOING FACEMASKS TOGETHER PLEASE THATS SO CUTE

- fan10: I ship it!!!!

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Trevorzegras: This is the love I get

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_quinnhughes: Cuz no one invited you

⇢ trevorzegras: YN invited me

⇢ _quinnhughes: @/yourusername why

⇢ yourusername: He said he’d buy me ice cream

jackhughes: 😂

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lhughes_06: Wow that’s the love I get from Jack too

⇢ trevorzegras: Twinning 👯‍♂️

yourusername: Lol love you Z

⇢ trevorzegras: Yeah yeah 🙄

colecaufield: Brutal

⇢ trevorzegras: Truly the worst 😔

fan6: Omg first the face masks now this??

⇢ fan8: Sibling behaviour omg

⇢ fan3: Or couple behaviour 👀

⇢ fan6: Nah they’re clearly just friends

⇢ fan2: Idk some of the pics look a bit sus

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yourusername: “This is the love I get”

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colecaufield: Got him 😂

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trevorzegras: You’re literally also flipping me off

⇢ yourusername: 🤷‍♀️

lhughes_06: Lol did you banish her to the backseat or sth

⇢ trevorzegras: Nah Jack called shotgun

⇢ yourusername: He cheated though!! Covered my mouth before I could say anything

⇢ lhughes_06: 😂

⇢ jackhughes: All's fair in love war and car rides

_quinnhughes: Get wrecked

⇢ trevorzegras: Why do you hate me

⇢ _quinnhughes: 🤷‍♂️

⇢ yourusername: He secretly loves you Z. Told me when we were drunk at the lake house

⇢ trevorzegras: OH???

⇢ _quinnhughes: @/yourusername I TOLD YOU THAT IN CONFIDENCE

⇢ yourusername: 😇

fan2: They’re so cute 😭

#nhl social media au #nhl insta edit #hockey social media au #hockey insta edit #jack hughes x reader #luke hughes x reader #quinn hughes x reader #trevor zegras x reader #cole caufield x reader #nhl x reader fancition #nhl reader insert #hockey x reader fanfiction #hockey reader insert

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sexybabystevie · 10 months

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Hi! I just saw you reply the Steve comparing hands as flirting and I had to also then check that your requests are open, they are 😂 so could I please request that one? I had a boy flirt with me in grade 7 by doing that with shoes/feet (mind you I was oblivious 😂) and that reminded me of it and I had a giggle.

A/n: Okay so first of all, thank you for this request! It's SO cute, and I planned on this being maybe 1k, but it turned into a bigger fic, which I'm not mad about lol. This is seriously one of the softest things I have EVER written and I adore it. Like seriously, this has my heartbeat skipping down sixteenth avenue type shit 😭 Anyway, enjoy some soft Stevie, Family-Video-loserboy-with-a -crush style!

Small Hands, Big Heart

Steve Harrington x Reader

Tags and Warnings: No Warnings, Pure Fluff, Soft!Steve Harrington, Semi-Shy!Reader, Flirting, Steve Harrington is a Major Dork, Family Video!Steve Harrington, Crushes, Hand Holding, Tooth-Rottening Fluff.

Word Count: 3581

Summary: Steve Harrington has a massive crush on you, but his recent lack of luck in the romantic sense has him stuck on how to make a move. Plus, something about you makes him nervous in a way he's never been – in a way he likes.

His simplest solution? Flirting via the old 'comparing hand sizes' method.

Steve Harrington Masterlist

There’s an air about you – something laid back and relaxed, comfortable and familiar – that strikes Steve Harrington every time you walk into Family Video. Hair perfectly styled even on the days when you’re in sweatpants, gliding around the store like some kind of celebrity on the red carpet, he can practically see the golden, glittering stars surrounding your body like an angelic halo. You don’t even notice though, he can always tell in the way that you smile at him as you shyly ask if there’s a copy of Pretty in Pink available, like you might somehow be imposing upon him by asking him to do his job. Like he wouldn’t set his entire workplace on fire for you if you batted your pretty eyelashes and asked him to.

Okay, yeah, he’s in deep. Deeper than he should be for some enchanting stranger, that’s for sure.

But you’re cool. Yeah, that’s it, cool, and what’s he supposed to do? Just not think about slipping a paper with his number inside the case of the latest movie you decide to rent? Not have Robin point out how he gets lost in romantic fantasies while staring at you, completely forgetting to tend to the other customers in the store? As if.

No, Steve thinks he’s not about to let this go, even if it means eventually messing things up by accidentally saying his favorite genre of movies is boobies – massive apology to Rachel Moore for that disaster, although at least Robin found new reason to start up another You Rule, You Suck chart on one of the fancy sticky notes embellished with the Family Video logo. Yeah, that was great.

So far, he’s losing zero to twelve, a score that’s humiliatingly worse than anything he ever achieved – or didn’t achieve – working at Scoops Ahoy, and he doesn’t even have to wear that stupid hat anymore. His self-proclaimed best quality is flawless and in full view of anyone around, a little messier than his high school days but stylistically so, and yet he still can’t work the charm like he could just a few years ago. If it wasn’t the ridiculous sailor uniform or the hat that covered up his hair, then did he just lack game entirely?

No, absolutely not. He still had it, and he was going to prove it. He would find some way to talk to you – really talk to you, not just the small conversation he’d make while searching your name into the computer system to charge your account – and he would pull it off. He was going to get a perfect grade from Miss Professor Robin, doctorate in the study of loser and non-loser romantic interactions. So much so that she would have to give him a million You Rule tally marks, something totally achievable and normal to want, he was certain.

Were you out of his league? Absolutely. Did that deter his persistence? Not at all.

He was going to do this, even if it turned out to be a dumpster fire. Even if his hair wasn’t looking exactly the way he wanted it to be. Even if Robin was jokingly preying on his downfall in that long-time-best-friend way that she did. Even if the doorbell was ringing right now to signal your superstar arrival, and even if you were flashing him a smile that literally made him forget how to breathe for approximately forty-seven seconds.

Shit.

Steve’s leaning forward, his elbows plastered to the countertop, almost falling over it because he’s so glued to watching you. You give him a little wave that nearly sends him toppling backwards into the floor – now that he thinks of it, are you sure you aren’t a god with some kind of wind powers? You certainly are pretty enough to be one – before beelining straight to the romcom section. Like usual. He can’t help but smile to himself, definitely the lovesick puppy look Robin said he had mastered recently.

As you peruse the movies in stock, his mind does its typical wandering. Romantic-comedy seemed to be your favorite movie genre, but what was your favorite type of music? Favorite food, favorite color? Were you more into pop music, sweet vanilla cupcakes, and various shades of lilac, or did you prefer the darker hues of colors, savory cheeseburgers, and something a little more lyrically intense? Or were you a mix of both, maybe even neither?

Everything about you was addictively unknown; you were a package of silly little mysteries he wanted to unwrap bit by bit, saving the more intimate and personal details for later. The best for last, right? Thinking of the possibilities was driving him wild, though, because how could he not know your all-time favorite song yet? And, god forbid, your favorite ice cream flavor? Now that was something he was skilled in – he’d probably never forget the sweet but slightly nutty scent of pistachio ice cream ever in his lifetime – and maybe he could show you that. Would it impress you if he let you try the mean banana split he could conjure up? It was good enough to be the primary thing Erica Sinclair ever ordered from the ice cream parlor, even demanding that Steve be the one to make it himself instead of the other workers. Poor Robin – or maybe lucky Robin, knowing the sass of the young girl all too well. Yeah, lucky Robin, for sure.

But maybe Steve could be lucky too. He knew the moves other guys his age made, flirtatious comments that were borderline crude – and yeah, okay, he admits he has occasional conversations about boobies – but he doesn’t want to play that kind of game with you. He doesn’t want to be like all the other guys, expendable and almost disrespectful in his mannerisms and language; no, he wants to treat you right. He wants to be good to you, to treat you with all the care and love and wonder of a da Vinci painting, and if he’s finally lucky then maybe you’ll let him, because, really, what did the Mona Lisa even have on someone as beautiful as you, anyway?

Robin’s elbow crashes into Steve’s side a little too forcefully, which she seems to be aware of since she gives him a slightly serious, apologetic grimace before her eyes become knowing in that way that he sometimes is afraid of. Her head jerks to the leftt and she leans in to whisper, “Incoming, ten o’clock. Shoot your shot, dingus!”

It takes him too much time to realize that she means ten o’clock as in the direction the little hand of a clock makes, though, and he doesn’t have time to prepare his lines before you’re at the counter with a VHS tape between your fingers. He doesn’t even have time to properly wipe away his token furrowed brows of confusion, so when he turns to look at you, there’s a moment where his face is half grimace, half giant smile. Your eyes narrow a bit, undeniably trying to understand what that face is about, and Steve internally face palms. Great start, Harrington, you probably look like a total nutjob.

He quickly shakes himself out of it and relaxes his face into a kind smile, leaning off of the counter to make room for you to slide your movie on top of it. You do, but he’s too busy staring into your eyes – has he ever seen eyes as magnetic, as charming as yours? – to really notice.

“Hey,” he says, just like he’s talking to any other pleasant customer, except his voice is softer, more gentle. “How are you doing?” Unlike with any other customer, he genuinely wants to know the answer.

The way your eyes light up as he asks… he didn’t possibly think he could find them more adorable. If asking about your day did that, then how would you react to him actually making moves?

“Good,” you reply, tone matching the care in his. You then glance around the store briefly, giving Steve the chance to admire the soft curve of your jawline. He pretends not to have been staring when your gaze falls back onto him. “You must be pretty bored today. This place is empty besides me.”

Was there a hint of something teasing in that last remark of yours, or is Steve imagining things?

Either way, it’s only now that he realizes you’re right – they haven’t really had any other customers. Not very typical for a Tuesday night, but he couldn’t care less, really. Not when you’re here.

“Don’t worry. You’re my favorite, anyway,” he says, heart thudding with an annoying intensity. He resists the urge to wink at you – god, he really is a loser, isn’t he? – and his hand moves to rake across his head, fingers nervously tangling in his brown hair.

You don’t answer, eyes wide with a hint of surprise. Your smile grows more bashful, something that makes Steve’s mouth grow dry, and you look down, a few strands of your own hair moving to cover your eyes. The sight of you – so shy and cute – standing right in front of him, only separated by a mere old countertop, sends his mind reeling. So close, but there’s an island between you – literally.

Seeming to overcome your brief embarrassment, you look back at Steve and smile again, this time a hint of your teeth showing behind the tiniest gap between your lips. Noticing all the small details, wondering what other little things he could find out and memorize about you, he almost feels like he’s drowning in emotion.

Get it together, dude! he thinks to himself, the voice in his head sounding suspiciously like Robin.

He’s snapped out of it by your hand meekly pushing the tape further up the counter, undoubtedly trying to get him to do his actual job instead of being ridiculously distracted by you.

Like he could help it, though; you were practically his dream. Hell, he hoped that he had dreams of you each night, that he could spend time with you even if he managed to screw it up in reality. Dreams were less intimidating, despite the fact that he had no control in them. Reality was where he held the cards, where he could choose what to say and do. Somehow, that thought’s empowering enough to bring him back down to earth.

Steve takes one look at the movie you’ve chosen, though, and laughs to himself as he reads the title. Instead of staying in his mind this time, he can’t help but speak his thoughts aloud.

“Christine, huh?” He can’t fight the amused little smirk that takes over his face even if he wants to. “That’s quite a shift from your usual, isn’t it?”

You just give him a simple shrug, unapologetic aside from the way you cheekily bite the inside of your lip. Now there’s definitely a hint of that same playfulness that he thought he saw earlier, and Steve could scream out in joy as he notices that gleam in your eye. Maybe he really didn’t lose all his charm.

“Thought I might switch it up a bit, you know?”

Steve nods and turns to the giant computer next to him, tape in one hand as his other slowly and loudly types away at the clunky keyboard. He finds Christine in the film catalog and quickly flips over the tape to type in the exact product number before his deep brown eyes glance back at you. It’s like you’re a golden statue shimmering in the sun, the only neon sign in a pitch-black forest. His gaze just naturally gravitates towards you, not that he’d ever complain about it.

“You didn’t strike me as the type for Stephen King,” Steve remarks, unable to keep his true thoughts to himself.

“Is that a bad thing?” You let out a soft giggle, head tilting in a way that reminds Steve of a parrot learning how to speak. Have you been waiting to learn more about him like he has about you? You did always seem to stop by Family Video when he was on shift, making sure to have small conversations with him about your movie choices while he added the rented tape to your account, making sure that you always were in his line to be checked out, even if there were lots of other customers…

“Oh no, not at all. It was just a little surprising,” he says, shaking his head and letting out his own small chuckle. He makes sure to look you in the eyes as he says, “I’m the kinda guy who likes surprises.”

He doesn’t mention that he doesn’t like the more world-ending, Upside-Down-related surprises that seem to haunt him and his unusual friend group. No, that’s more of a fourth or fifth date kind of thing to bring up.

Steve relishes the more prominent curl of your lips – oh god, don’t look at them, don’t think about how soft they would be, don’t do it! – and the way it makes you look a bit smug as you say, “Noted.”

He could think of millions of ways for that to come back into play, each one making his chest swell in an almost delightful way, but instead he continues adding Christine to your Family Video account. He finally gets to the webpage where he has to type in the customer’s name, and you must be familiar with the process because you open your mouth, the first syllable of your name escaping your lips, before Steve cuts you off. He says your name before you can, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of himself for the way your mouth parted in shock.

A little cockily, he says your name again as he types it. “I remembered.”

You’re only left gaping for a few moments, your expression then changing into a smile that’s even brighter than any from before, if that’s even possible. Looking at you out of the corner of his eye as the computer processes your name, Steve Harrington feels like he’s hit the jackpot.

A part of him can’t believe that you’d be so stunned at him remembering you. As if he didn’t spend far too much time thinking about you, as if he didn’t somehow end up telling everyone around him about you despite barely knowing you. As if everyone else who knew him didn’t know he was utterly infatuated and bewitched by you and your pretty little smile.

The computer finally processes the movie with a ding! and Steve reaches under the counter for a plastic bag. He takes some time packing the tape, a tiny thread of dread sewn into his heart because, while he’d certainly done a little bit of vague flirting, he still hadn’t made his real move yet, and he was running out of time. His fingers fumble with the handles of the bag as he racks his mind for anything that can help him – any line or gesture that might seal the deal.

It’s when he reaches out to pass you the plastic bag, and it’s when your knuckles brush against his that he gets a last-minute idea. With no time left to lose, he goes for it.

“Woah, you have really small hands!” he exclaims, and he’s not wrong, which is part of why it works. The other part, unbeknownst to him at the moment, is that you’ve got just as much of a silly crush on him as he has on you. “Here–” he raises one of his hands, palm facing you, “–put yours against mine and you’ll see what I mean.”

You search Steve’s eyes for a minute, a glimpse of a knowing smile on your lips, and he doesn’t even have to worry about you disagreeing or getting upset. He can just tell that you’re catching on, and that you may even be up to something when you lift your hand and press it to his.

Skin meets skin, and Steve feels dizzy. Nothing could have prepared him for how soft, how warm, it feels to have his palm against yours. It’s barely anything, an action that could be casual or friendly with anyone else, but it still makes his fingertips tingle.

He’s never felt like this with anyone else, never been quite this flustered at such a simple movement before. Not with any of the girls he knew or messed around with in high school, not with anyone else that he had few fleeting moments with working at Scoops Ahoy or Family Video. Not even with Nancy Wheeler.

He was always the cool one, always unbothered and rarely found himself blushing, never ever swooning. But here he was, feeling like he could fly over the moon because your palms were flush against each other, and despite everything, the anxiety and nerves were welcome. He likes the butterflies that gather in his stomach, that being around you puts him a little on edge, but in the best possible way.

If this is what it feels like to have a genuine, no-bullshit-attached crush on someone, he thinks that maybe he can get used to it.

He was right too; your hands are small. With the heels of your palms level with one another, your fingertips end where his finger pads begin. It’s cute, only making Steve’s heart race even faster – and if he really thinks about it, he can feel the vague vibration of your heartbeat in your thumb. He doesn’t even have to wonder if it’s pumping far too quickly like his own, he already knows it is.

His gaze moves from your hands together to your face, flickering to try and see what expression will be on that gorgeous face of yours. It’s a timid, happy smile and eyes that are staring right back at him, soft and doelike. The expression is so gentle, so special, that it makes his breath catch in his throat. He silently hopes that he’s the only one you’ve ever looked at like that.

“Told you,” he says quietly, to match the intimacy of the moment. “Small hands, but… they’re cute.”

Seemingly an instant after he says that, you shift your hand around and position your fingers between his. Before he can ask any questions or really even process it, you intertwine your fingers to hold his hand.

Luckily his body responds before his brain does, curling his own fingers and moving his thumb to rest on top of yours. Heat rises to his cheeks as he stares, and he can feel the dopey grin hopping onto his face before it’s fully there.

You giggle again, a bit louder this time, and for once his goofiness isn’t something he wants to internally chastise himself for. You actually think it’s cute, maybe even silly. He can be cute and silly for you, if that’s what you want.

Something in your eyes tells him that it is exactly what you want.

“You know,” you start, pursing your lips for a split second. “I’m used to watching all these fluffy, silly romance movies.”

You pause, eyebrows slightly risen as you wait for him to catch on to what you’re implying. He doesn’t, though; you can blame his heightened state of absence on the warmth of your skin. He’s far too caught up in that, in the fact that maybe he still does have game – thank god – to process anything you’re trying to hint towards.

The trance he’s in is visible – eyes spaced out on your face, his lips left parted so he can breathe out of his mouth slowly, and his hand gripping yours with more strength than before, like maybe you’re too good to be true and will disappear if he blinks. It’s all too much and you laugh – a real, genuine, hearty laugh that Steve immediately loves with every ounce of his heart. He’s certain that your laugh could cure anything that ails him.

“What I mean is,” you start again, taking a deep breath to recover from your short bout of joy. “I might get scared watching a horror movie.” Your eyes focus on his, giving him a little wink as you continue. “I might need someone there to keep me safe, Steve.”

The gears click in his brain, everything falling into place, and he becomes the embodiment of smugness with that signature smirk of his.

With a chuckle, he shakes his head and replies. “Well, what kind of guy would I be if I denied you that?”

The smirk fades down into a heartfelt smile, and his voice softens as his hand gives yours a brief squeeze. He can tease, but he also wants to make sure that he is being serious. “I’d love to.”

Half an hour later, after a little more conversation, you leave Family Video with a movie, a Family Video sticky note with Steve Harrington’s phone number on it in swoopy penmanship, and a promise to meet at his house tonight for a movie date.

Robin makes a reappearance from the back room, smirk on her face – Steve doesn't even have to ask her if she was watching the whole scene on the grainy security cameras, he knows her too well to already know that she was – as she marks a line and writes ‘You did it!’ under the You Rule portion of her notepad in congratulations. “Maybe you can be pretty lucky sometimes, Harrington.”

Steve can’t help but agree.

#em speaks #steve harrington #stranger things #asks #steve harrington headcanons #steve harrington x you #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #stranger things fic #st4 #stranger things 4

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demigoddessqueens · 11 months

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Could I ask for a one shot type thing with Vax and a sweet bartender crush, I’m taking petite innocent looking lol thang? I just think it’s a fun kinda unlikely pair 😂 if not no worries!!

Awww! 🤣 yeah I see it

He’s used to seeing the roughest, ugliest tavern patrons who give them a hard time

So color him amused to see you working in joints such as this, completely towered over by customers

You caught his attention one evening when you ‘kindly’ told off a handsy customer three times your size with the most saccharine smile

Of course he had to talk to you after, and he was a goner after that

Smiling like a dork, head propped up to face you, always nodding along to whatever you’re rambling about

If you’re a bartender that sings, it’s over for him!

Now he always wants to go to the same tavern you’re at

The rest of VM sees how much of a 180 Vax is around you and they have a little fun with this 🤭

Teasing him, overly “flirting” with you to get a reaction, acting like “omg Vax, they’re too pretty for you!”

His flirty nature was obvious but you think the infatuation from him is cute

#critical role #tlovm x you #tlovm imagines #inbox request #vox machina x reader #tlovm #vox machina #critical role x reader #my writing #headcanons #tlovm x reader #vax’ildan vessar #writeblr #vox machina x you #vax'ildan #vax’ildan x reader #critical role x y/n #vax’ildan

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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Hey my dear!

Steddie x pregnant reader but they are arguing about weather to eat tomato soup with grilled cheese or not? ☠️

Or maybe Steddie x pregnant reader who just had a baby and they are like

'woah, that's our kid.'

Or maybe both together👀

Hiii babes!! So I went with the baby just being born and moments when Steve and Eddie kinda just realize they are full on dads now, so enjoy!💖

-also please for the love of everything nice in the world help me pick a baby name for this little boy😂🙈

*Steve and Eddie are dads…to an actual baby boy…everything is fine*

“He is so tiny…I wasn’t expecting him to be so..small.” “Right? Like…we are big dudes so..wasn’t really thinking he’d come out so small…” “So…you uh..wanna hold him first Munson?” “Yeah yeah…come here little dude…holy crap…I’m holding…our son like he’s actually here and I’m holding him.” “Being a dad looks good on you honey.” “Thanks baby…don’t worry Harrington you also look good being a daddy.” “Don’t ruin this moment Munson.”

“Here there little guy…I’m uh..well my name is Steve but you can uhm…call me dad…” “did you just tell him your name is Steve?” “What? It is…” “you’re such a dork Harrington…” “ignore him…he’s your other dad but most people call him Munson.” “Don’t tell him people call me Munson he can’t call me that…I’m his dad.” “It’s weird isn’t it?… we are full on dads now…” “it’s really fucking weird…we have a son.” “Thank god he looks like his mom.” “Ain’t that the truth…not that you’re not easy on the eyes big boy.”

#steddie random #steddie x pregnant!reader #steddie x you #steddie fluff #steddie x y/n #steddie x fem!reader #steddie x reader #steddie #eddie munson and steve harrington #dad!eddie x mom!reader #dad!steve harrington #eddie munson fluff #steve harrington fluff #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #my little fluffy haired baby #my little dungeon master baby #steddie conversations

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thatmexisaurusrex · 3 months

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that’s not gonna make it (most of this isn’t gonna make – )

Hey! First fic in a little while. I made it more for me than anything because a lot of it just makes me giggle 😂 But it's also for @sambuckylibrary's SamBucky Valentine's Bingo 2024 for the prompt on Creator Card #2 - "Mutual Pining". Enjoy! 🥰

that’s not gonna make it (most of this isn’t gonna make – )

|Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: T | WC: 4.8K |

Summary: Sam and Bucky are a couple of dorks.

Excerpt:

“I saw you walk into the woods alone, so…” Bucky started, suspiciously not making eye contact with Sam. “So, you’re stalking me?” asked Sam as he tried to hide a smile. Which was when Bucky’s face went crimson. “No – I. No. Not – stalking. I’d walk into the woods for anyone,” Bucky stumbled through some sort of explanation for this. “Oh. Anyone?” asked Sam, putting on a frown. “Not anyone – just – I didn’t want you to be alone. With the. Bears. Weasels. Meese,” said Bucky as Sam laughed. “Meese, eh?” giggled Sam, “The moose are out to get me?” “You don’t know what they’re thinking. With those. Big adorable eyes. Eating grass,” said Bucky, somehow turning redder, “What, moose haven’t attacked before?”

READ THE REST ON AO3!

#sbvday2024 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #mutual pining #dorks in love #tooth rotting fluff #light angst #5 + 1 fic #crack treated seriously #my fic #that’s not gonna make it (most of this isn’t gonna make – )

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once-upon-an-imagine · 9 months

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I neeeeeed to know what you think about Charlie Weasley falling for Bill’s American best friend. How do you think that would go? (Hope you’re well!)

ooohhhh my! I think that when Charlie falls for someone he would immediately give it away (at least to his brothers or Ginny) like he would be all chill, not a care in the world and then Bill introduces you to him and he instantly goes 😳 and his brain stops functioning and he's just like "Uh- h-hello" stuttering every word like a dork and his face goes all flushed! and it's the cutest thing ever and Bill is just like 😏'huh, look at that' and then as soon as you're gone he teases Charlie endlessly until he finally asks you out! 😂 I love this so much!

#charlie weasley #bill weasley #charlie weasley imagine #bill weasley imagine #charlie weasley x reader

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starsandhughes · 11 months

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Playoff Run— Wyatt Johnston

alright this is for the real ones!

notes: kate is tyler seguin’s fiancée, rachel is jason robertson’s gf, brittany is scott wedgewood’s wife, lexy (alexis) is mason marchments gf, ani is freddie olofsson’s wife (he’s a frequent ahl call up!)

p.s. i did in fact take actual wag comments from brittany’s instagram for max vibes so the weird out of context comments are from that! stan the stars wags!

p.s.s sorry it’s short!

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yourusername whatever happens tonight, i just want to say i am so proud of you and this team, wy! from your first goal at your nhl debut, to you being the youngest person EVER to score a game seven winning goal. not only that, but you got TWO series clinching goals! you even tied for top rookie scoring and knocked out the player that tied with you! i love you an unreasonable amount💚

to the stars and my fellow wags, thank you for being so welcoming and supportive to me this season! from the watch party to yesterdays spa retreat, i’ve never felt more part of a group than with all of you💚

whatever happens, i’m proud of every single member of this team. one state, one team, one dream💚

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wyattjohnston_ thank you, my girl! i love you, too💚

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briatttanywedgewood @/yourusername love this for you!

wyattjohnston_ @/yourusername dork😂

starsfan53 please y/n might be my favorite wag this is so sweet!

rachelhavingfun i’m kidnapping you for the rest of summer!

yourusername i expect nothing less!

jasonrob19 @/wyattjohnston_ apparently we’re kidnapping your girlfriend

wyattjohnston_ do i get a say in this?

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yourusername @/wyattjohnston_ sorry babe!

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britttanywedgewood @/yourusername i prefer 4 man wolf pack

yourusername @/brittanywedgewood this whole trip was iconic ily

ani_olofsson it was!

yourusername @/ani_olofsson ilyyyy

user22 stars wags>>>

yourusername agreed!

wedgewood i’m going to pretend i made the post

yourusername you did in my heart

katekirchof 💚💚💚

yourusername ily mom!

user77 stop one state, one team, one dream is so cute😭

tydellandrea53 slay, queen!

yourusername @/wyattjohnston_ your best friend is hitting on me! he’s now your competition

wyattjohnston_ i trusted you!

tydellandrea53 ALL I SAID WAS SLAY

lexydurham dream girls for the dream team!

yourusername besties for the resties! ily💚

lexydurham ilym💚

wyattjohnston_ i’m just glad you didn’t post embarrassing pictures

yourusername this was a nice post! i can be nice! i am nice!

wyattjohnston_ you do tend to be nice

yourusername ty boyfriend of the year for this amazing compliment!

wyattjohnston_ you’re welcome!

#wyatt johnston #wyatt johnston x reader #wyatt johnston imagine #dallas stars #dallas stars imagine #idk why i tag i’m the only person that does this #hockey imagine #wyatt johnston cult

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tessa-quayle · 11 months

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FanFiction Recommendations

before I disclose my favorite Pedro Pascal character-related fan fiction here, a few caveats and disclosed biases: I’m a woman of a certain age. I was your average English lit major. I’m the dork who - upon listening to Jewel’s debut album and hearing the lyric “you can be Henry Miller and I’ll be Anais Nin” in the mid 1990s - legit hauled my ass to the local public library and looked up Anais Nin - using the Dewey Decimal system - to read her elevated smut. Right now I’m a content but exhausted, ragey American woman in a mid-life crisis. I hate bullshit, I have an ok attention span, I scroll/read after the family’s gone to bed.

if you look at my semi-neglected Tumblr page, you’ll see I’m relatively new to the Pedro fandom. What a privilege to dive into really superb writing. This is clearly not an exhaustive list and reflects my tastes (and to each her/his/their own)! But if you’re an exhausted parent in a mid-life crisis and have no time, this may be for you!

in no particular order...

@fuckyeahdindjarin - masterlist - Cee describes herself as a writer who pens romantic comedies - and she does a stellar job with them - but she sells herself short and fails to mention the sex scenes she writes are hot. especially love the consent series (dieter bravo), the grays 2-part series (frankie morales), and of course, the ongoing joel miller/pin series. a delightful mix of angst, sweetness, spice. and a thoughtful writer with an inclusive mindset.

@absurdthirst - masterlist - if you told me Keri has a few stories published in several “best of erotica” anthologies, I’d believe you. good smut is fucking hard to write. this is great smut. this is smut you read and then take a cold shower afterwards or do whatever it is you like to do to get yourself off. it’s smut that even as a non-smoker and knowing all the terrible health risks you may think goddamn I need a cigarette. I'm partial to a few Javier Pena and Agent Whiskey pieces, but you’d be satisfied reading any of her stories.

@something-tofightfor - masterlist - Rachael should give a master class on how to write the best slow burn. Her Joel Miller stories stand out for several reasons including - 1) she thoughtfully incorporates elements of the original canon/game into her fanfic which is uncommon in the PP fandom (from what I’ve seen/read at least), 2) every Joel story/chapter is compelling and well imagined. Her current series on Tim Rockford has me on the edge of my seat and I'm eagerly awaiting the next installment. And judging from the titles of her stories, we have similar music tastes (ha!).

@disgruntledspacedad - this writer hasn’t updated in several months, but their Javier Pena multi-chapter fic (and folks, there are MANY out there) called Better Love is the one that kept me going and going and wanting to read more (see mention of short attention span in a tired mama above). being in the healthcare field, I also arch my eyebrows out of curiosity when someone weaves medical stuff into their writing and wonder what line of work they do. (yes I'm a terribly biased nerd, I’m a sucker for when someone puts a f!physician reader into their PP-character related drabble).

@jomiddlemarch - she is a great friend and a gifted, amazing writer who always makes me wonder “how does she do this and how does she do this so well and so quickly while the rest of us plebes are just getting through our day.” she writes for MULTIPLE fandoms (and judging from the notes on her posts, I think her readership is more into those than Pedro and the Last of Us but it’s ok!), and started writing Joel Miller and an OFC (she created!) named Grace Yang (NOT ME - but maybe there’s a chance she created this OFC to shut me up since I’ve been rambling on and on about how besotted I am with Pedro 😂). If you’re into OFCs, read her stuff. Check out the (ongoing) entire series on her AO3 here. Here’s one story that you can find on her Tumblr. Two of the five stories are Ted Lasso crossovers - all her stories are written so richly and so layered - she’s the star in your writing workshop who’s showing and not telling - I’m still thinking about how there’s so much to unpack in the latest one. :)

#fic rec #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #javier pena #joel miller #agent whiskey #tim rockford #dieter bravo #frankie morales #fuckyeahdindjarin #absurdthirst #something-tofightfor #disgruntledspacedad #jomiddlemarch

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