#Steve's graduation and I mean.... yeah I guess maybe

[steddieas-shegoes]

A little thing based on this post because it wouldn’t leave my brain:

“I just don’t understand why you won’t try to read it.”

Steve had heard Dustin say this exact sentence hundreds of times at this point.

“I mean, do you know how to read?”

Mike was an asshole. Steve loved him because he was part of the group and he’d been through the same things, but he was such a dick.

“Yes, I know how to read. I just don’t.”

Dustin rolled his eyes.

“If you don’t wanna read nerd shit just say so.”

Steve threw his arms up in frustration.

Steve was a nerd at heart. As a child, he would beg the nanny to take him to the library and the science museum that had real dinosaur fossils. There was something about the peace of exiting his reality and finding a new one among fantasy and history that was indescribable, even to this day.

But as he grew into his looks, he grew out of that phase. At least around others.

And with no nanny around to take him places, he settled for just being the popular guy who hung out with his friends after practice and threw parties at his forever empty house on Saturdays.

But secretly, he still found himself enjoying books late into the night. Never school books, or his grades would’ve been good enough for college, but always incredible novels that took him to other worlds with the most impressively brave people.

And then he lived a nightmare. A few times over. With concussions at every turn.

Now, anytime he tried to read, his head started pounding, his vision got blurry, and ears would start ringing. He stopped trying altogether after Starcourt, but he’d never really let go his love of books.

He occasionally let Robin read to him, but she would get distracted by a plot or character and go on a tangent, leaving Steve confused about what the actual story was. He hated being confused.

“Stevie, you got a minute?”

Eddie had been watching from his spot at the end of the table, where he’d been cleaning up the mess of D&D. He usually made the kids do it, but he’d let them off the hook tonight when they beat the monster and escaped his trap.

Steve and Eddie were friends, definitely. Maybe not close ones, but friends.

Steve had a little crush, definitely. Or a big one. Maybe.

So when Eddie shows him attention, he somewhat shamefully receives it like he’s dying of thirst in a desert.

Robin is the only one who’s noticed so far, but if he keeps acting like a dog being called by his master anytime Eddie talks to him, someone else will comment on it.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Steve asked as he made his way to Eddie.

The kids took this time to talk amongst themselves about the game and what they think will happen next week, and Steve couldn’t have been more grateful.

“You don’t have to tell me, but.” Eddie was tapping his fingers nervously against his leg. “Do you not know how to read?”

“Uh. No I do. I mean I graduated high school. I know it’s hard to believe.”

“Not judging if you can’t, man. I mean, I took three senior years. I’m the last person who can judge.”

“Yeah, but you’re smart. You just didn’t like school,” Steve replied with a pat to his shoulder.

Eddie glanced down at the contact, eyebrow raising and then falling back to normal quickly.

“Just seems like you’d have read something by now to get them off your ass.”

And that’s a really good point. Maybe he should’ve just suffered through a migraine so they’d leave him alone about it.

But migraines left him out for days sometimes, and he couldn’t exactly afford that right now.

“I guess it’s just not worth the migraine.”

He hadn’t meant to actually say it. He didn’t want Eddie to feel bad or for him to try to make him feel better about it or ask questions or talk about the concussion thing.

Actually, did he even know about the concussion thing? Things?

“You get migraines when you try to read?” Then realization hit Eddie hard. “Steve. Do you like reading?”

Something about the way Eddie was looking at him, like he was sad for him but not pitying him, made Steve want to cry.

“I used to, yeah.”

“Everyone out! Your parents are gonna have to come get you! No questions, no explanations, go!” Eddie yelled to the room.

Everyone stared blankly at him before they started protesting, Dustin loudest of all.

“Steve’s my ride!”

“Not anymore. Hitch a ride with Lucas.”

“But Lucas’ mom always squeezes my cheeks and tells me she hopes I never lose my baby fat.”

“She speaks for all of us. Get the hell out of here!”

Steve was actually impressed. Maybe a little turned on? God, he was a disaster.

As everyone cleared out of the room, Eddie patted the seat next to him. When Steve sat down, Eddie scooted his chair so close to him, his knees were touching Steve’s.

“Alright, so you’re gonna tell me about what books you like and what books you want to read and we’re gonna get started.”

Steve blinked at him. “Huh?”

“You have a list I’m sure.”

“Yeah, but…”

“Okay, then we better get started.”

“I mean, I’ve tried. I appreciate it, but even focusing on one page makes my eyes burn and my head hurt.”

“Got that. I’m not asking you to read.”

Sometimes Steve was worried the concussions had actually knocked some screws loose. He wasn’t getting it.

“I’m gonna read to you, Stevie.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’m sure a lot of them will be movies and I can just watch them.”

“It’s not the same. You know it’s not.”

He was right. Steve didn’t have much patience for movies. And sometimes even those gave him migraines if there were a lot of bright lights and explosions.

“Yeah. But still. You don’t have to do that. You might not even like the books.”

“Ah, this isn’t a completely free service, my liege.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I don’t have extra money to pay you, dude.”

“Not money. I get to pick a book to read to you when we finish the first book you pick.”

“Is it The Hobbit?”

“It is,” Eddie looked so smug.

“Well, that was my first choice,” Steve stared back, equally as smug.

“So, your house is empty.”

“Yep.”

“And I’m assuming you own this book.”

“I do.”

“And it’s getting late.”

Steve looked out the window at the pitch black skies.

“It’s late.”

“So I could stay and read you to sleep.”

“Won’t I miss some of the book?”

“I’ll stop when you’re asleep.”

Steve’s heart was practically begging him to say yes. Eddie reading to him in his bed? Possibly falling asleep together? Maybe even waking up together? It couldn’t be a better proposition. Well. It could.

“Will you stay even if I fall asleep?”

Eddie smirked. “If that’s what you want, sweetheart.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d called Steve that, but it was the first time it felt like he meant it in a non-teasing way.

“Okay.”

So they both changed into some of Steve’s comfy clothes, got into his bed, and Eddie started reading The Hobbit.

Just as he was during D&D and real life, Eddie was animated, providing different voices for different characters and often giving long pauses to let Steve soak in what the words meant.

Steve didn’t even have to ask him to do that. He just did.

Steve fell asleep somewhere between halfway and the end of chapter two, but Eddie stayed.

And they woke up the next day with Steve’s head resting on Eddie’s chest, Eddie’s arms wrapped around him to keep him as close as possible.

They finished the The Hobbit in a week, and because Eddie was now committed to making sure Steve was well-read, they started moving through his list rapidly, falling for each other in new ways every time Eddie turned a page.

Part 2 (Angst)  / Part 2 (Fluffy) /  Part 2 (Explicit)

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #tumblr drabbles #ao3fic #headcanon #secret nerd Steve Harrington

[sanguineterrain]

redamancy | steve harrington

Summary: redamancy (n.) - the act of loving someone who loves you back; a love returned in full // or, four times you kissed Steve Harrington, and one time he finally kissed you back.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings/tags: friends to lovers, 5+1 fic format, no use of y/n, FLUFF, PINING PINING, injured s4 steve, hospital setting, general vecna angst (eddie's alive bc i will never kill eddie in my fics), bed sharing, happy ending, and kissing. if that wasn't clear. :)

A/N: fun fact: this is the first time i've written a 5+1 fic! technically it's 4+1 but whatevs. if you enjoy this fic, please give it a reblog and support your local steve harrington tumblrina.

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i. the promise 

"Would you ever get married?" 

You open your eyes. The setting sun nearly blinds you through the windshield. Immediately, you stick out a hand to block it. 

You're still reclined all the way back in the passenger seat, because Steve's fancy schmancy BMW can do that. He frequently lectures you about doing it while he's driving. Have I taught you nothing? Road safety! 

"I mean, I guess so," you say. "If someone ever wants to put a ring on me."

You sit up and pull down the sun visor. Steve turns. His hair lightens in the summer, shades of reddish blond peeking through. He insists his hair has never been anything but brown, fiercely pledging his allegiance to brunettes. You coo at his highlights all the same. 

"I want to," he says after a minute. "I wanna get married." 

You're parked down the block from your house. You should've gotten out ten minutes ago, but there's never any rush when you're with Steve.

"The line to wed you will be out the door, champ," you say around a grin. 

"Hm. I dunno." He stretches in his seat. "Maybe if I was the same guy I was a few years ago." 

You wrinkle your nose. "I doubt that."

"But what can I really offer?" he continues. "I'm just some guy who can't get into college."

"That doesn't mean no one will marry you. Some people who go to college are dumber than dirt. They get married. College has nothing to do with it. You can go, if you really want to. One rejection doesn't say anything about you, Steve." 

"I guess."

You pull the lever on the side. The seat shoots up with a brrrap! It clicks as you straighten. 

"Where did all this come from, anyway?" you ask. 

Steve shrugs. "Just thinking."

"Dangerous."

He smiles. "I like to live on the edge."

"Contemplating marriage like the world's biggest sap. Definitely edgy."

Steve hums. His hands are in his lap. He picks at a cuticle, a habit he’s recently developed. You wonder why he’s so anxious. 

"Two people from our graduating class got married last week."

Your eyes widen. "You're kidding."

"Nope. Lisa Schell and Gary Brewer." 

"Wait, didn't she cheat on him?"

"Yeah, but he slept with her sister, so I guess they called it even."

You shake your head. "That's insane. They're literally babies, Steve. That's like Dustin getting married."

Steve scowls. "He's not allowed to get married before me." 

"Not even to his possibly fictional Suzie?" 

"Not even to her."

You stare at the freckles on Steve's face and how his frizz kind of looks like a halo in the light. You imagine the feel of his hair in your hands, the warmth of his scalp.

"I'd marry you," you say. 

Steve's eyebrows shoot up. 

"What?"

"Like, if you were in a pinch."

He looks at you sideways. You flatten, then scrunch your hands over your knees. Your tongue feels too big for your mouth. 

"I'm talking about spending the rest of my life with someone, you know. Not borrowing fifty bucks."

"Fifty bucks is a lot of money for some of us, Harrington."

"That’s probably how much Lisa's wedding dress cost."

"I hope she kept the receipt."

Silence descends. A soft breeze blows through your cracked window. You want to search Steve's glove box for gum, but you've just told him you'd marry him, so you can't do anything except think about the fact that those words came out of your mouth. 

"Are you…" Steve begins, then pauses. "Why did you say that?"

"Because you're worried, for some incomprehensible reason, that no one will marry you."

"I scoop ice cream for a living."

You level him with a look. 

"Steve. We're kids. Cut yourself some slack."

His eyes turn hollow. They've been doing that lately. You wish you knew why. 

"I don't really feel like a kid these days," he says. 

Something about the way Steve sounds makes you want to climb over the console and curl into him, cradle his head to your neck. Which is crazy. You guys don't do that. Steve isn't yours to do that with. 

"Let's make a pact," you say softly. 

He meets your eye. "A pact?"

"Mmhm. Let's say if both of us aren't married by… thirty, then we'll get married."

"Well, I don't want a pity marriage." 

You roll your eyes. "It's not a pity marriage, Steve."

"Thirty is so late! You really think I won't be married by then?" he asks. 

"No, I don't think that. I already said folks will be lined up to marry you," you say. 

"I can't wait till I'm thirty." 

"Or you'll turn into an old maid?" 

"Meh meh meh," he mocks without any heat. 

You purse your lips so you don't smile. "Fine. We'll split the difference. Twenty-four?"

Steve considers that. Really considers it. It suddenly occurs to you what you're promising and who you're promising it to. You wonder if you'll both forget about it. Or brush it off. Oh, what did we know? We were kids!

Except Steve doesn't feel like a kid. And maybe you don't either, as much as you wish you do. 

"Do you mean it?" he asks. 

"Of course I do."

"No, seriously." He's serious. "I mean it, so if you don't…"

"Steve, I said I mean it. I do."

"You'll marry me?"

"I will."

"Swear on it."

You hold out your right pinkie out, waiting. Steve hooks his finger over yours. Impulsively, you kiss your linked pinkies. To show that you really, truly mean it.

You try to picture it. What walking down the aisle to meet Steve at the altar would feel like. You wonder if he'd keep his hair long, like it is now. You like it long. Would he keep it long for you?

"Will you buy me a ring?" you ask. "If we get married, I mean."

"Of course I'd buy you a ring," Steve says. "I'd get you anything you wanted."

"Okay." Your heart hammers in your chest. "I'm gonna go home."

"Alright. Want me to pull up to the door?"

"No, it's fine. Walking is good for digestion. Those milkshakes were no joke."

Steve smiles. He has such a lovely smile. His Cupid's bow is shaped exactly like a heart. 

"Same time tomorrow? It's movie night."��

Right. Your movie night. A semi-regular occasion that includes you, Steve, Robin, and the kids, sometimes. You've watched at least a dozen movies this summer together. Only this time, you're watching a movie after promising to marry Steve. 

"Sounds good," you say. "Will you pick me up?"

"Always."

Another promise. You hadn't realized how many Steve makes to you. 

"'Kay. See you."

You get out. Steve waves as he pulls away from the curb. 

Your ring finger feels bare. You rub it, hoping the feeling will go away. 

ii. the wound 

The plastic chair has turned your legs numb. Your butt is about to follow. 

Can butts go numb? You're not sure. You'll find out soon, though. 

You rub your eyes. God, you need sleep. 

Across the room, you catch Joyce Byers' gaze. She smiles at you, though it's brittle. You try to smile back, feeling distinctly like you might break if you stretch your mouth too far. 

She looks away, and your not-smile falls. 

"They'll let us in soon," she says, like she knows. She does know. Better than you, certainly. 

The hospital smells cold. It smells like a place people go to die. 

Your heartbeat ratchets. You shouldn't think like that. 

"You don't understand," comes Dustin's voice. He's at the receptionist's desk, flanked by Mike and Lucas. Dustin's face is red and blotchy, near tears. 

"I need to see him. You won't let me see Eddie, so—" 

The receptionist rears back, like she can't believe three children are daring to speak to her. 

"Neither patient is cleared for visitors," she says icily. "Now, for the last time: have a seat."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Joyce begin to stand, ready to herd the kids away. You beat her to it. Out of everyone in this room, you're probably the only person who has the strength to stand. 

"Guys, c'mon. It won't be long." 

They don't look at you. You don't take it personally. An hour earlier, you'd cornered Dustin and forced him to tell you what happened. What's been happening. 

So he did. And now you're here. 

You don't blame them for glaring at the prickly receptionist. But you know that won't do anything. It won't heal Steve quicker. And it won't make anybody feel better. 

"Hey, Dustin." You lay a hand on his shoulder. He looks at you like you're not Steve. You wish it was you in surgery instead. 

"Come sit," you say. 

"I need to see him," he tells you. 

"I know." Your throat tightens, threatening to trap your words altogether. You rush to get the rest out. "I do too. But this isn't going to make that happen faster. Come sit with me. Okay?"

"He'll be fine," Mike says quietly. "They don't wanna get sued by his asshole dad."

You nod, because yeah, good point. Quite possibly the first time Richard Harrington has brought anybody comfort. He's in Cancun, last you'd heard. You hope he chokes on a margarita. 

Dustin follows you. Mike and Lucas sit next to Joyce. The five of you wait. 

At some point, you fall asleep. When you wake up, it's to the contentious receptionist peering over you all. 

"Mr. Harrington is awake," she says primly. "You may see him now, young man."

Dustin flies out of the chair, Lucas and Mike at his heels. 

A part of you wants to go home, and you feel terrible for it. You feel terrible that Steve almost died, but you're the frightened one. You don't know if you can bear to see him tied to tubes and a heart monitor.

"Go on."

Joyce tracks you sleepily. Her hair is more knotted than before you fell asleep. She nods to the hallway. 

"Go see him."

You can’t voice every thought, every fear. I don’t know if I can see him like this.

“It’s good he won’t wake up alone,” she says.

“He’s got a family.” You wave your hand weakly. 

Joyce watches you for a moment. Then she gets up.

"Yes, he does." 

She holds out her hand. 

You don’t know Joyce Byers very well. This is probably the longest conversation you’ve had with her. You realize, then, that you're wrong—you’re not the one who’s strong enough to stand.

“Let’s go see him,” she says. "All of his loved ones should be there." 

God, are you really that obvious? 

You take her hand, and the two of you go down the hall.

Steve is nearly unrecognizable in the hospital bed. The kids are speaking to him, unusually quiet. They look up when you enter. 

Steve’s eyes lock with yours. 

“Hey,” is all you say.

“Hi,” he says, voice rough with disuse and getting choked by what Dustin had described as demon bats. 

“Boys, come on,” Joyce calls. “Let’s make a cafeteria stop.”

You see Dustin about to protest, but Lucas tugs his arm like he knows, and goddamn, you really are that obvious, aren’t you? 

You wait for the door to close behind you. Then you walk to Steve’s side. 

The gnarled ring of flesh around his neck makes you queasy. The rest of him isn’t much better, red and purple smeared across any skin that’s not covered by the chalky hospital gown.

You sit in the chair. It’s the same plastic kind as the ones in the waiting room, but this one doesn’t feel so hard.

“Robin called me,” you say.

Steve closes his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you’d better be.” Your voice cracks. “Can’t believe you went dimension-surfing without me.”

“You’re mad at me.”

Your breath is punched out of you. 

“No,” you say softly. “My God, Steve. I’m not mad at you.”

His hand creeps to the edge of the bed. His fingers are scraped.

You take his hand and lace your fingers together. He slow-blinks. He’ll probably fall asleep in the next half hour. 

“It’s okay if you are,” he whispers. “Mad, I mean. I’d be mad too.”

You know he wouldn’t be, though. You know Steve would forgive you in a heartbeat.

“I’m not mad,” you say, equally as quiet. “I just… I was scared." 

He nods. "I'm sorry for scaring you." 

You bow your head and close your eyes. When Robin had called, you'd run to the bathroom and coughed up stomach acid.

They say he’ll make it, she'd told you, and you'd realized with violent clarity that you love him. 

But Steve doesn't need that right now. So you bury it.

You lean in and bring Steve's knuckles to your lips, taking care not to jostle him.

His eyes widen. Part of you hopes he won’t remember this conversation.

"Don't do that again," you say. “Not without me.”

"Okay,” he whispers. “I won't." 

You wait until he falls asleep, hand in his. 

iii. the brand

“There’s no way I’m getting in your death van, Munson!” Robin whines.

“Death van is an exaggeration, Buckley. If anything, it’s a life van. I’m still here, aren’t I?” Eddie asks.

“Definitely not because of that heap of metal,” Steve murmurs to you. You snicker.

It’s nearly dark, but a summer dark, where it doesn’t actually turn to night until well after nine PM. The top two buttons of Steve’s dress shirt are undone, and you can’t stop staring. It’s embarrassing, really. You’d nearly missed Eddie’s walk across the stage because of that damned triangle of tanned skin and dark chest hair.

“Why can’t we take the station wagon?” Robin asks. 

“I think Nancy already left,” you say. “Sorry, Rob.” 

“And I’ve put my car jacking days behind me,” Eddie announces, flinging his arms out. “So my van it shall be!”

Robin whips her head around to glare at Steve. 

“This is your fault,” she accuses scathingly.

“Me?!”

“You just had to go and get a flat tire yesterday.”

“Yeah, Steve,” you add cheekily. “Why couldn’t you have foreseen the dreaded timeline where Eddie drives?”

“Et tu?” Eddie asks. “I’m hurt. I’m a great driver, y’know. Better than Steve, some have told me.”

“Dustin only told you that ‘cause you were high on morphine and about to burst into tears,” Robin says.

As they bicker, Steve draws closer, so your arms brush. You close the distance, crowding him.

“Y’okay?” he asks quietly.

“Yes,” you say, startled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Just checking.”

“Are you okay?”

He turns to you. He looks like he’s searching for something. You don’t know what.

“Yeah,” Steve says after a minute. “I am. Better than, actually.”

“‘Cause I’m here, right?” you ask with a gooey grin.

“Yeah. ‘Cause you’re here.”

He sounds honest, so you turn away, because you can’t handle that and his chest hair. 

"I should get to choose where we go," Robin says as you arrive at Eddie's van. "Since it may be our last trip and all."

"Funny you were in Band and not president of the drama club, Buckley," Eddie says dryly. 

"Pot, kettle."

"How 'bout Rita's?" you suggest. "Unlimited refills and no one will hassle Eddie."

"Aw, you care about little ol' me?" Eddie asks. 

"If you get us there in one piece, yes."

Eddie huffs. "No wonder you and the Hair are like this." He crosses his fingers. 

"Damn right," Steve says. "We even finish each other's—"

"Terribly cliche sayings!" you say. 

Robin looks at you for a moment, unusually smirky. Then she looks at Steve. 

"You match. Blue dress, blue tie."

"That's so if she gets lost, they know who to return her to," Steve says. 

You scoff. "More like the other way around." 

He pouts. "Hey."

"Hay is for horses," you sing, skipping ahead to Eddie's van. 

"I'm sorry, are you excited to ride in the Hell Van?" Robin asks. 

You shrug. "We could use some excitement around here, couldn't we?"

"No!" all three say.

"I've had enough excitement for ten lifetimes," Robin mutters. 

Eddie pulls the door open. Your smile quickly drops. 

"Uh, Eddie? Where the fuck are the seats?"

"Right, so, usually I only have Gareth and Jeff ride with me. Gareth always calls shotgun—"

"Shotgun!" Robin hollers, and races to the front seat. 

You stare at the single backseat chair. There's no way it's big enough for you and Steve. 

"Holy shit," Steve says, taking stock of the "backseat."

Eddie rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah… listen, if I'd known we'd be taking her, I would've put the other seat in, swear! Usually we take it out for the equipment." 

"Well, what are we supposed to do? Lay down and pray? This is how people get head injuries, Eddie," you say, arms folded. 

"Maybe we can call a cab," Steve suggests. 

"At this hour?" You shake your head. "No way. This isn't Indianapolis."

"Oh my God." Robin groans. "The solution is so obvious. Sit on Steve's lap. Boom. Now come on, I'm starving."

You tense. Steve is tactile, sure, and you've become acclimated to that over the years. 

But this? This is way, way beyond that. 

"Uh…" Steve glances at you. "Do you… I mean, if you don't mind?"

You glance at Eddie, who's got the tiniest smirk. You glower and he clears his throat, hiding his mouth behind a lock of hair. 

"I don't mind," you say, more confident than you feel. "It's a short drive."

Eddie nods. "Definitely. I'll step on it."

"Please don't step on it," Robin calls. "We're already chancing fate by letting you drive in the first place."

Eddie huffs, walking to the driver's side. "Y'know, Buckley, you are just…"

You look at Steve. He smiles at you, sweet as always. 

"This isn't gonna aggravate any injuries, right?" you ask. "Me… sitting on you?"

You wince at the wording. 

"No, should be fine. My PT gave me the all clear a month ago."

You nod tightly. "Right. Okay. You go first."

Steve climbs in, planting his feet on the floor. You go next, stooping in front of him. You catch each other's gaze for a moment. Then you laugh, suddenly trying to look anywhere but at Steve. 

"Right, so I'll just…"

You slide onto Steve's lap, trying to hold some of your weight so you won't crush him. He splays an easy hand over your belly and leans over to pull the van door shut. Your heart thunders in your chest. 

"You can sit back, y'know," he says, breath tickling your ear. "’M not made of glass."

"Didn't want your legs to go numb," you joke weakly. 

Steve makes an unhappy noise and tugs you back so you're fully seated on him. You angle yourself so you can look at him. Steve looks up at you, lightly tracing a pattern on your hip. Like you do this all the time. 

"Hi," you say, too jittery to crack another joke. 

Steve smiles gently. "Hey."

His tone is fond. You feel sick. 

"Everybody good?" Eddie asks. 

He adjusts the rear view mirror and you watch his eyebrows shoot up in the reflection. 

"You two look cozy."

"Shut the fuck up, Munson," you mumble. "Just drive, already." 

Eddie giggles like a gremlin in reply and turns the ignition.

It’s not bad, at first. Eddie takes it easy driving through Hawkins. Part of it is because he doesn’t want to attract attention. The other part is that Hopper promised Eddie a night in jail if he caught him running the stop signs again. 

You personally think it’s a bluff. Robin does not; she’s enthusiastically annoying about road safety, and points out every single sign and red light. This causes Eddie to start slamming the breaks in retaliation. 

“Holy fuck!” you yelp when Eddie hits the breaks particularly hard. “Eddie!”

Steve is quick to tug you backwards, considering you’re not belted. You scramble to grab his shoulders and twist to look at him.

“Thanks,” you say breathlessly.

He smiles, then leans away, glaring at the front.

“Really, Munson?”

“She started it!” Eddie insists. “Blame your BFF!”

“Can you drive like someone who doesn’t have a death wish?” Robin shoots back.

Steve’s hands are now on the small of your back and on your hip, respectively. Your legs hang over the side of the carseat, butt nestled quite firmly on his thighs. 

God, you’re never living this down. 

“Y’okay?” 

Steve’s breath in your ear makes you squirm. You turn to look at him.

“Fine,” you murmur. “I’m not crushing you, am I?”

“No,” he says. “Don’t worry.”

Eddie breaks again, harder than before. You slip. 

Steve reacts instantly, his hand grabbing the meat of your thigh. Your dress rides up, so it’s skin on skin. 

The momentum is worse, however, because you jerk back. Right into Steve’s face.

Your nose mashes into his, which isn’t great. But then, your lips smush against his cheek. When you pull back, there’s a smeared lipstick print.

Maybe you’re the one with a death wish.

Robin is screeching incoherently but you can't focus on anything but the smudge of pink on Steve's cheek. Your chest feels tight. 

He looks like he's yours.

"Yeah, we're fine, " Steve says, voice close enough to startle you back into the conversation. 

He looks up at you. Your hand lands on the lipstick, like if you cover it, it'll go away. Steve tilts his head, mouth open in a question. 

"Sorry," you rush out before he can speak. "I got some of my, uh, lipstick on you." 

He relaxes. 

"Oh. Thought I was bleeding or something," he says with a slight laugh. "'S okay, I can wipe it off when we get there."

"Uh-huh." 

You drop your hand. You can't stop staring. Stop staring.

The print isn't exactly in the shape of your lips, but it's close. You can see the divots and where your lips parted. If someone were to see you two, they'd assume a lot of things you're not. 

Steve's collar is wrinkled from the van ride from Hell. His neck is flushed. You wonder how your lipstick would look there. 

Eddie presses the brake, softer this time. Steve's fingers dig into the meat of your thigh anyway. More marks. 

"Alright, relax, gang," Eddie says. "We're almost there."

You touch Steve's cheek again and hope he'll forget to wash you off of his face. 

iv. the secret

It's raining. You're in Steve's bed. 

Thunder shakes the sky. You curl further into your—Steve’s—pillow. It smells like his soap and detergent. 

You used to like the rain. Not so much these days. Rain makes you think of blood on asphalt and being alone at twenty-four. Rain silences you. 

"Do you think he'll come back?" 

You've never dared to ask anyone. Not even Joyce. She'd know. She wouldn't tell you the truth, though. 

Nancy Wheeler probably could. She'd face you with that steel brow of hers and give it to you straight. 

Yes. The monster's back. You're not getting married. 

You slip your hand into Steve’s. He squeezes your fingers. Outside, the rain roars. 

"I don't know," Steve says into the darkness. 

You can't see him like this. It makes you mildly claustrophobic. Maybe you should turn on the hall light. 

"Hopper said he was dead. So did that other guy—uh, Murray. And like, Eddie's okay. And Max. El would tell us if she sensed something. It's not like he could come back without making a sound. I mean, from what she told me, she basically, like, unraveled him from the inside out. Which is pretty gross, but also a good way to keep someone dead."

He's rambling. He's rambling to distract you. 

God, what the fuck are you going to do when you're twenty-four and unmarried and Steve's forgotten all about you? 

"I don't want anyone to die," you whisper. 

Steve squeezes your hand harder. 

"No one's gonna die."

You shift closer. You can barely make out Steve's silhouette. The ends of his hair tickle your knuckles. 

"Hey," he says, and you try to find his eyes, but you can't. "Nothing's gonna happen, okay?" 

"Yeah," you say, even though something did happen, something that almost took him away from you, and you don't know if you can handle that again. 

"You can stay here as long as you want," he says. 

"I can go back to my room."

Steve threads his fingers with yours. You can't see his eyes but it's okay.

"Don't," he says. 

"Okay."

You scoot forward, closing another few inches between you two. Now, you feel Steve's breath on your face. He smells like minty toothpaste. He is alive. 

The rain batters against the windows. You could kiss him. You could kiss him right now, and no one would know except for you and him. 

His breath has begun to even out. You lean in blindly. Your lips land on his hair. 

It's hardly a kiss. It’ll be your secret anyway.

+ and, finally, the first.

"Dustin wanted chocolate milk," you say, not looking up from the tub of yogurt you're searching the date for. 

"Yeah," Steve says, parking the cart to the side. "Kid's addicted."

He opens the giant fridge door and a burst of cold air nips at your arm. You shy away. 

"Six dollars? Jesus, does it come from gold cows?"

You snort, finally putting the yogurt in the cart. You stay at Steve’s house more often than not these days, so there’s no point in getting a separate cart.

"What?" Steve asks, looking at you. 

"You're funny, that's what."

"I am?"

"You sound like somebody's grandpa."

"I do not!"

"Do too," you say sweetly. 

"Do not."

"Do too infinity."

Steve rolls his eyes. 

"Yeah, whatever. I'm a grandpa 'cause I don't wanna spend a leg and an arm on chocolate milk for the little shit? So be it."

"Steve," you begin, eyebrows drawing together. "It's his birthday. Have a heart, old man." 

"Oh, good grief," he mumbles, but he takes the carton and puts it into the cart. 

You smile. Steve shakes his head. 

"This is why I don't go shopping with you. You're an enabler."

"I am," you say happily, walking alongside him as he pushes the cart. 

"And you don't push the cart."

You tut. "Pretty girls don't push shopping carts, Steven." 

"Oh, they just find some poor sap to push it for them, huh?" 

"I'm so glad you're on board," you say, skipping ahead to the chip aisle. 

You look through the shelves and land on two types of Doritos. Cool Ranch and Original. It’s a tough decision.

“Steve, what do you think?” You hold up the bags. “Which do they like better?”

“Ranch. According to Mike, liking the original flavors of snacks is lame.”

You snicker and take three bags of the Cool Ranch. Steve pushes the cart to you. 

“I feel like we’re shopping for our kid,” you say. “We’re the awesome house everybody wants to visit because we have the best snacks and the biggest pool.”

You look up when Steve doesn’t reply. He stares at you, expression unreadable. Your smile dims.

“What?” you ask.

Steve shakes his head.

“Nothing,” he says quietly. “It’s nothing.”

“Steve, seriously. What is it?”

He shakes his head again. 

“Nothing, really. Just zoned out for a second.”

He continues to push the cart down the aisle. You watch him for a moment, then follow. The two of you quickly check off the remaining items on Steve’s list (yes, his actual, physical grocery list), and then you check out.

The cashier smiles at you both in line. She’s an older woman, with the typical poofy blowout nearly every woman over fifty gets at Brenda’s Salon in downtown Hawkins. You busily put the items on the conveyor belt while Steve takes out his wallet and makes conversation with the cashier. It’s a good routine you two have established. 

When the cashier’s done, you squeeze past the cart and grab half of the bags. Steve takes the receipt and the rest of the bags.

“You two are very sweet together,” the cashier says, her round cheeks blush-red like apples. “Have a wonderful day.”

“You too, ma’am,” Steve replies, and heads to the exit.

You’re frozen for a moment, startled until Steve calls your name. You heft the bags in your arms and hurry after him. 

Steve stops and takes two of your bags before crossing the parking lot. 

“Steve,” you say, and huff. “I can carry them.”

“Pretty girls don’t push carts or carry bags. It’s the rule, remember?”

You watch, unimpressed, as Steve then proceeds to try and get his car keys with an armful of grocery bags. When he almost drops a bag for the third time, you sigh and take pity. 

“Which pocket?” you ask, snaking your arm around.

“Back left,” he says, smiling sheepishly.

You roll your eyes, feeling disgustingly fond. You shove your hand down Steve’s back jean pocket. He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Take me out to dinner at least,” he says.

“Pretty boys don’t get taken to dinner until the pretty girl has been asked out properly,” you shoot back. 

Steve smiles, but the joke doesn’t land like it usually does. You step away as soon as you get the keys, clearing your throat. 

“Well, I hope you’ve learned your lesson about carrying all the bags, Popeye.”

You open the trunk for him, then go to open the passenger side door.

“If I don’t carry all the bags, how else am I meant to show off to the ladies?”

You pull the handle on the driver’s side for Steve and he gets in, beaming cheekily at you.

“The only person who’s watching you make a fool of yourself is me, big guy,” you say. “So, mission failed.”

You open the glove compartment and start fishing through for gum. You find a Juicy Fruit packet but it’s empty. 

“Damn, that’s what we forgot,” you say, defeatedly crumpling the cardboard. “Gum.”

You start to turn to Steve. “Do you think we—”

You’ve wondered, probably more than you should, about how Steve Harrington kisses. 

Now you know: tenderly. 

He cups both sides of your face, and you have to brace yourself on the center console for balance. Your other hand tangles in his hair. It’s as soft as you imagined, free of product, and you scrunch the baby hairs at the base of his scalp. Steve makes a quiet noise. 

You kiss until you need air. Even then, Steve doesn’t let you go far. You part with only an inch or two between you. 

“There’s gum in the middle compartment,” is the first thing he says.

“Huh?”

“In here.” He pats the compartment between the seats. “Hubba Bubba. I got it last week.”

You giggle and grab Steve’s face with both hands. His hands slip to your arms and he squeezes, smiling gently.

“What?” he asks.

“Fuck, I’m glad I know you,” you say. 

Steve kisses you again. Two. Steve Harrington has officially kissed you two times. 

You hope you’ll lose track at some point.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x yn #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things x you

[fics-n-stuff]

The Interview (and the year and a half to follow)

Pairing: Eddie Munson × Steve Harrington

Summary: When rockstar Eddie Munson reveals that he's married, and to a teacher no less, his fans don't know what to do with themselves. Steve and Eddie, especially Eddie, love the chaos. And he can't help but keep declaring his love for his mystery husband.

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: This is a modern AU in which Steddie are in their early thirties and everyone else is aged up accordingly, and it's truly incredibly sappy. I wrote this all in one go at 2-4am before a shift at 9am, so it could be a masterpiece or it could be crap. You decide!

"My husband is a middle school teacher." Eddie had said, just trying to give the interviewer a little bit of background on his life. He hadn't expected it to set the internet on fire. 

HE'S MARRIED?? TO A TEACHER?????

I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE WHAT HIS HUSBAND COULD BE LIKE!!!

IS IT AN OPPOSITES ATTRACT KIND OF RELATIONSHIP OR IS EDDIE'S HUSBAND JUST THE MOST HARDCORE TEACHER EVER??

ONLY A LEGEND LIKE EDDIE MUNSON COULD DROP SUCH A BOMBSHELL SO CASUALLY!!

"Eds, what the hell did you do?"

"All I did was say that my husband is a middle school teacher and now everyone's obsessed with you. I think they like the idea that I have a soft side."

"You're nothing but soft sides." Steve chuckled, engulfing Eddie in his arms as they cuddled on the couch. "Maybe I should be the famous one."

"In your dreams, Harrington." Eddie scoffed, playfully smacking him on the shoulder.

"If they like the idea that you're secretly a softie, maybe you should tell them that we're an emergency foster home. Or that we have seven pseudo-children."

"One thing at a time, babe. I don't want to set the world on fire."

Eddie didn't do another interview for a while. He was busy producing his band's next album, their fifth one, and spending time with friends and family between tours. But when Corroded Coffin was invited to be the musical guest on a late night show two months later, partly to promote a movie that Eddie was in (it would be his acting debut and he would be lying if he said he wasn't terrified that people would think he was absolutely horrendous), he had almost forgotten about the frenzy he had whipped his fanbase into at the reveal of the existence of his husband.

"So, a couple of months ago you let slip that your husband is a teacher." The host said to him when he sat down after performing his song, and the audience cheered. These were the questions they wanted answered.

"Yeah, a lot of people were surprised to hear that I'm married but I've been wearing a wedding ring for six years." Eddie smiled, holding his left hand up to the camera to display the simple silver wedding band on his ring finger. "I guess nobody really noticed because I wear a lot of rings."

"That's insane, you've been married for six years?" The host exclaimed, and Eddie nodded with a chuckle. "I have to ask, how did you two meet? I mean, a heavy metal rockstar and a middle school teacher are not a conventional pair."

"We met in high school." Eddie answered, and the audience awed. "Well, technically, he had just graduated high school and I was on my second repeat of senior year. We met through some mutual friends."

"That's so sweet. Isn't that so sweet?" The audience cheered at the host's prompt and Eddie giggled, his hair falling into his face. "Was it a love at first sight thing? How did you end up together?"

"Um, kind of. It was strange, he was a popular jock in high school and I was about as weird and unpopular as they got, but once we got to know each other outside of school we clicked fast. And he's hot, like really hot, so I fell immediately." The crowd laughed.

"Wow, that's fantastic. But, anyway, I need to move on before I get carried away. Let's talk about this movie you're in."

"Yes, let's."

Steve was watching the show at home, sat on the couch with Robin on one side and Dustin on the other who were poking and teasing him as they watched the tooth-rottingly sweet interview. Robin was the one who hopped onto Twitter to see what people were saying, and, once again, social media was ablaze. #eddiemunsonhusband was trending the whole next day, and Steve and Eddie found it hugely amusing. 

Eddie slowly started opening up about his personal life after the overwhelmingly positive response to all his husband talk. At the premier of his movie, he walked Robin down the red carpet with him, telling the interviewers that the two of them and his husband were all roommates for a few years in his early twenties. In a radio interview he did in the lead up to his album release, he talked about how he ran the Hellfire Club in high school and how he was still friends with and still semi-regularly DMed for the kids that were in the club, and he told them about how one of the Hellfire kids was the one to initially introduce him to his husband. When the album released and the band did an interview with Rolling Stone, he told them about how supportive everyone in his life was of his music. He told them about the night's he would stay up writing Corroded Coffin's first album, his husband - then boyfriend - doting on him the entire time. And all of this served to fan the flames of his follower base because, even in opening up about his life and his friends and family, he never revealed who his husband was.

Steve didn't go to many of Eddie's public appearances. He never had; it wasn't his scene. And when he did, they kept their distance and kept things discreet until they were inside and there were no more cameras. When Eddie went out and released another morsel of information about his life, Steve sat at home grading papers or planning lessons and smiling to himself about his chaotic rockstar husband. 

And then it was time for Eddie to go on tour again. Steve hated saying goodbye when Eddie went on tour. 

The tour started in California and slowly snaked it's way across all fifty states, stealing Eddie away from their home in Indianapolis for six months. The faculty at Steve's school kept asking what was wrong in the first few weeks after Eddie left. He told them that his husband was travelling for work.

Eddie missed Steve too. Unapologetically so. For the first time on tour, he felt comfortable mentioning his husband. Every other night he brought up how much he missed him, usually as an introduction to one of their songs; one of the softer ones, off of their third album, that he wrote about Steve right after they got married. The audience ate it up every time. His bandmates always rolled their eyes and teased him after the show.

Eddie's tour landed back in Indiana right after Spring Break. Steve was thrilled to have him back, even if it was brief before he moved on to the next state. And Eddie was thrilled to know that, as he played his first night in Indianapolis, Steve was out in the crowd watching. Will, El and Mike had been out in the crowd when he played in California, Max and Lucas had come to see him in their recent new home of Chicago, and Erica, Nancy and Johnathan would be there when he played in New York City. But tonight he knew that Steve was out there in the crowd, with Dustin and Robin, screaming and cheering for him like he had from the start.

"Alright, this is the part of the show where I normally get all sappy about how much I miss my husband." Eddie said into the microphone, his skin gleaming with sweat. His fans cheered. "But not tonight. Because tonight, I'm pleased to say, my husband is here in the crowd." His fans screamed even louder. "And no matter how much you try you're not gonna spot him. You wanna know why? Because he's wearing my clothes so that he blends in with the crowd." Eddie grinned. The audience went wild. "This next one's just for you, sweetheart." 

Out in the audience, dressed in a pair of Eddie's black jeans, a pair of Eddie's bulky boots and a t-shirt from Corroded Coffin's last tour, Steve felt his heart swell.

A year after the revelation of Eddie Munson's husband came the revelation of Eddie Munson's kid. Like the chaos gremlin he is, Eddie took to Twitter on a Thursday afternoon and casually announced that he and his husband were fostering a kid with the intention to adopt.

Like clockwork, the internet set ablaze.

The eleven year old girl had been in Steve and Eddie's care three times over the past two years before the adoption, spending about eight months in their care over the three stays. Then, when Eddie had been in the last month of his tour, Steve got the call that a kid needed a place to stay. Steve had got the second bedroom ready with clean bedding, made sure the cupboards were stocked with snacks. And when the social workers arrived, the girl had launched herself into Steve's arms, babbling about how happy she was that she had ended up with Steve and Eddie again.

It was unusual for Steve and Eddie to see so much of the same kid. They were an emergency foster home, they usually only saw kids for a few nights or a couple of weeks. And it was the same with her the first time she stayed with them. She stayed for twelve days before she moved to a different home. But then she was back. Only three weeks later she was back in their care and, for whatever reason, that's where she stayed for the next five months. It had been a year since Corroded Coffin released their fourth album, and they had decided they were taking their time with the next one, so Eddie was home and not very busy and perfectly happy hanging out with the kid that they hadn't expected to have for so long.

She went back to her parents at the end of the five months, much to Steve and Eddie's disapproval. But they hoped that they had cleaned up their act and she would be going back to a more child friendly environment. Unfortunately, she was back a year later. The social workers had brought her back to Steve and Eddie and asked if they could keep her for a few months again. Of course, they enthusiastically agreed, and the three of them settled in together for the next three months until she was taken back to her family again.

The third time was the final strike. There was no way she was going to be placed back into her parents' care. Steve had volunteered them to foster her for as long as they could. She had always been a wonderful addition to the home ever since her first stay.

When Eddie got home he was thrilled to see her. He'd been filled in on the situation over call, of course, but you couldn't hug someone over the phone. It was only a couple of weeks after Eddie got home that he and Steve started talking about the possibility of adoption.

Steve and Eddie had always wanted kids. At first, they had planned on adopting a baby, but after involving themselves in the foster system and seeing the demand that there was for people to take in older kids they decided that that was their calling. The girl coming into their lives in the way that she did felt almost like fate. And so they sat her down and asked her how she would feel about the whole thing. Much to their delight, she had enthusiastically agreed to the idea, and they started the process immediately. Eddie felt like this was a major development in his life and he wanted to share it - at least a vague bit of it - and so a month later he took to Twitter.

Things went pretty quiet after that. Eddie's label was organising for a European tour, but he made sure it wasn't too soon so that he would be around for the adoption process. And that was where he put all of his energy: into his kid.

The girl attended the school that Steve taught at, and Eddie signed her up for a dance class when she mentioned an interest. Steve helped her with her homework and bought her books and had long conversations with her in which he taught her things without her even realising that she was learning. Eddie nurtured her creative side, buying her art supplies and teaching her guitar and singing Disney karaoke with her on the weekends.

Corroded Coffin was nominated for a Grammy. It wasn't their first nomination but Eddie was excited about it anyway. They hadn't won a Grammy yet, there only really being one category for metal music and plenty of artists deserving of the award.

Steve and Eddie had their first Christmas with a kid. Wayne came over like he did every year, making it a real family affair. They went overboard with the decorations and wracked their brains for the best gifts to buy. They made a gingerbread house and watched an obscene amount of Christmas movies, and it was the best Christmas they'd ever had.

The adoption was finalised at the end of January. The whole thing had been smooth sailing, Steve and Eddie having proved more than capable of taking care of a child over the years. And now they had a kid and they were officially a family and things couldn't have been better.

And then Corroded Coffin won the Grammy for Best Metal Performance. Steve and their daughter had leapt off of the couch with cheers and whoops and fists waving in the air. And after his bandmates had taken turns at the microphone thanking their management and their fans and their families, Eddie had taken his turn for a speech.

"I have so many people that I want to thank, and they know who they are. My uncle Wayne, the Hellfire kids and all my other friends from back home, all of our fans and every friend we've made in the industry. But, obviously, I want to thank my amazing husband for tolerating my chaos and the fact that I write best in the middle of the night. And I also promise to try and change that habit now that we have a kid in the house, and you're allowed to hold me to that." He gave his speech with a massive grin, trophy gripped tightly in his hands, and when he stepped off stage he split off from his band and excused himself to call Steve, who had secretly bought a bottle of champagne and Eddie's favourite cake from his favourite place to celebrate the victory (because he'd had a gut feeling that Corroded Coffin was going to finally win this one).

Then, as if it had crept up on them, it was time for the European tour, which would steal Eddie away from his husband and daughter for even longer than the US tour. 

Right before he boarded the plane, Eddie opened up Instagram, ready to cause one last stir.

The picture was one of Eddie's new favourites. Robin had taken it in their garden when she came over to hang out one random afternoon. Eddie was dressed peak rockstar, distressed black jeans and a studded leather jacket, chains dangling off him and hands covered in rings. And Steve was peak teacher, all blue jeans and a soft grey sweater, and glasses balanced on his nose. He was giving their daughter a piggyback, but the picture was from just an angle that you couldn't see her face, because she deserved her privacy even if her new dad was a rockstar. 

Now that it's all official and I find myself with this perfect little family, I think it's time to finally show you all the amazing man that I share my life with. Everyone, meet Steve.

And, for the final time, the internet went crazy. It was unanimous; they loved Steve. And Eddie couldn't blame them, because he loved Steve too.

#steddie #steveddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fluff #steddie fic #steddie au #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things season four #rockstar eddie munson #teacher steve harrington #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic

[strangersteddierthings]

Daily Ficlet 7

I’m challenging myself to write a little ficlet every day, using the prompts from this list. Today’s prompt is recipe book.

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Steve finds Wayne in the hallway, pulling what items he can from the closet there.

"Need some help?" Steve asks as Wayne struggles with a bigger box that seems wedged in pretty good.

"Sure. Just get yer hands up here and ready to catch," Wayne answers, shimmying the box to and fro while Steve moves to follow his instructions. The box isn't by any means light when it falls into his hands, but it's not the heaviest thing Steve's had to catch -don't think about it, don't think about Eddie's limp body awkwardly shoved through a gate. Don't-

"Thanks, son," Wayne climbs back down the stepladder he was on and takes the box from Steve' hands, walking down the hall to place it on the counter. The front half of the trailer is missing, the gate took it, but a decent amount of of the trailer remains (Eddie's room remains) and the government has finally allowed Wayne to return to pack up what he can.

It's better than starting over completely.

"What's in the box?" Steve asks, because it's the only item Wayne hasn't just demanded he load into the moving truck outside.

"It was supposed to be Eddie's graduation gift," Wayne says softly. "'Suppose it'll have to be a 'glad you woke up from yer coma' gift instead."

"Yeah," Steve says, even if he doesn't believe it. Eddie's been asleep months now. They saved the world, killed Vecna, closed the gates, Max woke up, and the kids have started Sophomore year; Eddie remains comatose. "Can I get a sneak peak at the present?"

"It's not much, and ain't nothin' new," Wayne says, opening the box and beginning the process of pulling things out. It looks a bit like the contents of a hope chest. Things to start living on your own with. Robin's mom has one for her that Steve's seen, and even contributed to. There's an envelope of $500 tucked along the side of Robin's chest.

"This was his grandpa's. My dad's," Wayne says, pulling out a belt buckle. "And my ma made this, not for anyone in particular, mind you, but just because she liked to keep herself busy." It's a blanket, thick and a little scratchy when Steve touches it. "And this. This is the most important." Wayne pulls out a binder from the bottom of the box, handing it over to Steve for inspection.

He takes it carefully even though it looks sturdy. Holding it in one hand, he flips it open. He was thinking maybe it would be a photo album or something but it's not. It looks like a recipe book. All the recipes are hand written on looseleaf paper, with post it notes sticking out randomly. "What makes this special?"

"That's his mom's handwriting," Wayne smiles but he sounds sad. "Eddie lost her when he was five. She got real sick, y'know, and never got better. But she wrote out all them recipes. I'm amazed Al kept the thing, but I guess I shouldn't be. No real value in a binder of recipes 'cept to the people close to the author."

Steve looks back down at the binder. He still has both his parents, however distant they might be, so he doesn't know if he'll ever fully understand the significance of getting this piece of someone back. "Does he not have anything else with her writing on it?"

"No, not writing. We got plenty of things they used to own. Eddie's caseworker let us go through the whole house, after Al'd been shipped off to the penitentiary, to gather anything Eddie might want or need. Was supposed to just be his stuff, mind you, legally speakin', but I think that lady knew if we didn't take other stuff, Eddie'd never see it again.

"So, Eddie's got things that were hers. But nothing that's uniquely hers. There's jewelry, and a coupla blankets, but all that stuff is replaceable and not... Well, I dunno what I'm tryin' to say, but that's just stuff that was hers. But this. This was her. Y'understand?"

And Steve does. There's a difference between having something that belonged to someone once, and something that really feels like them when you hold it. Steve doesn't have anything like that, personally, but he knows there will come a time when the difference matters. When everyone grows up and scatters into the future. He imagines a hand written letter from Dustin will mean much more for him to find after a long time of no contact than it would to find his old Roast Beef t-shirt in the back of a drawer or something, moth bitten and musty.

"I can't wait to find out if Eddie's an angry emotional, or a sad one."

Wayne laughs. "He can be both."

#wayne and steve #daily ficlet #just a lil thing for if eddie lived but didn't like... live #bittersweet #my fic

[laundrybiscuits]

“Eddie,” Robin says, eyes wide in a way that means trouble. “Edward Munson, I sincerely hope your last will and testament is in order, because you are going to completely and totally die when I tell you who just got hired at Scoops Ahoy.”

Eddie groans. “Don’t tell me Tammy Thompson is giving up on her Nashville dreams.”

“No, I hate you, shut up forever, you’ll never guess.” Robin pauses, then in a dramatic whisper she’s definitely picked up from Eddie himself, says: “Steve Harrington.”

“Jesus. No shit?”

“Yeah, I have to train him. Oh my god it’s the worst. He’s so bad at, like, everything.”

She shoves at his shoulder until he moves out of the doorway of the trailer, and flings herself backwards onto his couch. “Like! Okay! I showed up to my shift thinking it would be a completely normal day in which I would be bored out of my skull distributing frozen dairy products to the flotsam and jetsam of Hawkins, and Ned’s like, hey Robin, you’re showing the new guy the ropes today. And then that freaking jackass has the freaking nerve to say—” Her voice drops a full register. “Uhh, nice to meet you, I’m Steve. Nice to meet you! God!”

Eddie cringes sympathetically, sucking air between his teeth. There’s a special kind of indignity to being so completely and utterly below the radar of Hawkins High royalty, even former bearers of the crown. It’s not as if Hawkins is a big town; Eddie’s pretty sure he could pick every single person in the graduating classes of ‘84 and ‘85 out of a crowd. He’ll probably be able to do it for ‘86 too, though he’s trying not to think about it too hard. So he’ll be a senior again (again) this fall, whatever. It’s fine. It’s whatever.

Once in a while, he wastes some time really, really wishing he’d gotten to know Robin earlier in the year. Maybe even last year. For undying friendship reasons, yeah, but also because with her in his corner, he might’ve actually passed enough of his classes to fucking graduate on his second fucking try.

But he’d only actually met her, like actually met her for real instead of passing her in the hall sometimes, when he’d let himself get suckered into rejoining band. It wasn’t like he could’ve brought his guitar in, but he let it slip to Miss Genovese that he could read music and keep time, and they needed someone to wallop the bass drum, and he figured a little experience fucking around with percussion might be the one thing he could salvage from the year. He’d just…been so goddamn tired of feeling stuck, spinning his wheels. Music was something he could actually handle; something he could actually get better at. Something he could master. He's man enough to admit he needed a win.

The actual songs were all stuffy Holst and Sousa numbers, but they’d had some fun technical bits he spent his evenings hammering out for a couple weeks. And then right around the point when he’d gotten good enough to get bored and think about quitting like last time, it had somehow wound up that shooting the shit with the gangly weirdo in the trumpet section was one of the best parts of his day. Unfortunately, by the time they’d gotten close enough for her to start bullying him about homework and shit, it had been way too late to save his chance at walking that ‘85 stage with assholes like Steve fucking Harrington.

Not that Harrington would’ve even noticed, apparently.

“Anyway, the one singular saving grace about the entire situation is that he looks even dumber in the sailor costume than I do, so at least that will make me feel better about my life until he gets fired for burning down the ice cream freezer or something like that. Eddie, I cannot stress this enough: he is so bad at this job.”

Eddie very tactfully does not bring up the litany of screw-ups that Robin’s admitted to over the last couple weeks since she started at Scoops; he just says, “Buckley, it sounds to me like you might be in need of some quality relaxation time this fine evening. I can offer you a nice cold beer, some herbal refreshment…or a fiendishly weird new song to learn with an intro riff that'll make you cry.”

Robin, inveterate nerd of his heart, sits up immediately and chirps, “New song, please!” just like he knew she would. She’s going to run off and elope with his acoustic one of these days, and he’s not even mad about it.

“Coming right up, m’lady,” says Eddie. “I promise this entire Harrington situation will be over before you know it, and neither of us will ever have to think about him again.”

(ETA: First chapter of this fic has been edited/expanded and posted on AO3)

#new fic time YET AGAIN yes I know I have other things on the boil #seasonal things even #but I have recently spent 36 hours without sleep in airports/airplanes bc the nation of britain is 0% equipped to handle subzero temps #I literally kept myself sane by rereading nice comments I'd saved on my phone so thanks for that y'all #and I just needed to work on a thing that wasn't an angsty mid-90s Steve POV set in chicago; this was next on the docket #I'm just out here vibing with my Eddie & Robin: Gay BFFs agenda #obviously this will be steddie eventually but it feels disingenuous to tag on this part #fyi this will not be fully compliant with Rebel Robin but there may be some details drawn from the book/podcast #fic: purify our misfit ways

[marvins-linguinie]

after the kids graduate, they leave hawkins, trying to leave everything they've been through, in their past. they all made a promise to reunite on every holiday, no matter where they may be, they always come back to hawkins to spend the holidays together.

steve, eddie, robin, and nancy are the only ones who stay in hawkins. steve works at the middle school, eddie's still in corroded coffin, and is doing really good for himself. he even bought wayne a multi-story house, and a brand new car. robin works with steve, and is an art teacher. nancy writes for the hawkins post, and worked her way to the top. new york times even wrote a piece on her, about her bestselling book: searching.

steve and eddie bought a house, and it has 2 spare rooms, just in case one of the kids want to stay at their home when they come to visit.

fast-forward to christmas eve. nancy and robin come over to steve and eddie's house. no one else had shown up yet. nancy cooked dinner, and robin and eddie helped steve decorate. it was a tradition. the kids would get there, eat dinner, and tell crazy stories from their jobs, then everyone would exchange gifts. steve, robin, eddie, and nancy waited patiently for hours in the living room.

waiting for a phone call, or a knock. anything. after a while, nancy started to call the kids, and steve walked outside. eddie followed. steve sat down on the porch, and lit a cigarette. "i thought you didn't smoke." eddie said, and sat down next to him.

"yeah, i did too. guess i don't know a lot of things. they have lives," steve's head dropped "i can't hold them back. can't protect them. it was stupid. did i really think that they would come back here every few months for the rest of their lives? i mean, the only thing this place has done for them is traumatize them. and, i still ask them to come back."

eddie laid his head on steve's shoulder, staring down the empty driveway. "maybe their cars broke down?" Steve shakes his head. "all of their cars?" eddie's mind raced, trying to find some excuse, some reason to explain why they couldn't come. he looked back up, to see a gray car, racing towards their house.

the car stopped in the driveway. dustin, mike, lucas, max, el, and will pile out of the car, rushing toward steve and eddie. "our car broke down. im pretty sure lucas broke it even more. i told you to stop touching things." max explained. "we got a flat tire. mike didn't know how to change it." will adds. "i forgot to stop and get gas." el said. "and, somehow they all were stranded around the same place. i gave them a ride." dustin announces, proudly.

"what'd i tell you?" steve's smile grows. "shut it, munson."

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[familyvideostevie]

emma, i adore everything you write, seriously. you've quickly become one of my fav writers here on tumblr, and whenever i'm in need of some comfort i come to your blog and reread one of your fics. ♡

if you're still taking requests, how about either steve or eddie tying a ribbon (or anything, really) on reader's ring finger as a makeshift wedding ring while they're talking about marriage? like, all domestic and fluff.

it could be a baby blurb or a drabble...anything, really. and no worries if you can't/don't wanna write this! ily anyways <3

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amy hi!!! i am such a fan of your blog, this means the world to me!!!!! i really really loved writing this for you, so i hope you like it!! come say hi anytime please <3 this was just screaming eddie and his rings to me in a post-graduation moment<3 | 1.1k, fem!reader, fluff fluff fluff

"I can't believe it's over," Eddie says. You're tucked into his side where you both flopped down onto his bed. His fresh high school diploma is propped up on his desk and his green gown lays crumpled on the floor. The entire group had shown up for the ceremony and you have a stack of polaroids in your pocket of everyone and the new grad. It's been a wonderful day.

"I thought Higgins was going to cry when he shook your hand," you say. "He looked so relieved when you walked off stage." Eddie's palm traces up and down your arm lazily, his other hand playing with your fingers on his chest.

"Me and him both." He hums, a sound you feel in your bones since you're so close. "Thought Wayne was gonna crack a rib when he hugged me." He sounds unbearably fond and a little in awe. Eddie has never stopped being surprised at how much people love him. It's been kind of an overwhelming day as a result, which is why you're taking a breather here before you head out to his graduation party.

"He's proud of you, Eddie," you scold him. "We all are. I am."

"Gotta figure out what's next, I guess." He's quiet for a few moments and you sling a leg over his, turning so you can see his face better.

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"No idea, sweetheart." He looks down at you, taking his time roaming over your face. "Never got that far in the planning." The only thing he's been sure about is you.

"We could stay here. Get jobs and stick around and make sure the kiddos graduate high school."

"Think Harrington could get me a job at Family Video?" he snickers. You roll your eyes.

"Or we could move out of Hawkins, try somewhere new?"

"We'd have to come back sometimes," he reminds you. "Otherwise we'd never hear the end of it." You adopt a serious expression and nod.

"Of course." His eyes are sparkling and he looks so happy. You want to look at him forever. "Maybe Corroded Coffin will go on tour and you'll be a super mega rockstar."

"Nah," he says. He brushes some hair off of your face, the pads of his fingers gentle on your forehead. "I'd miss you too much."

"I keep saying 'we' for a reason, Eddie." You feel shy all of a sudden for having to spell it out for him and your face heats. "Where you go, I go." The way his eyes soften and his mouth forms an 'o' would be funny in another circumstance, but all you feel is tenderness.

"I see," he whispers. "So you wanna stick around then, huh? Hitch a ride on the Munson express?" You burst into laughter and smack his chest lightly before sitting up.

"We were having a moment!" you sputter out, giggles overwhelming you. He follows you up, turning on the bed so his knee presses into your thigh.

"Okay, okay, calm down. Bring the moment back." His hair is a bit of a mess so you run your fingers through it though you know you'll never succeed in taming it. "I just had a thought," he says, softer, eyes on your movements.

"Oh dear," you mumble. He smirks but continues.

"Think about the future for a second, yeah? Me and you doing whatever we want wherever we end up."

"Sounding good so far, Eddie." He reaches up and pulls your hands down into his lap, tracing your knuckles with his thumbs. His expression is earnest and fond and maybe a little nervous.

"And we decide that we want to make things a little more official. Since you're it for me."

"And you're it for me," you say back, your usual refrain. The realization at where he's going with this makes your fingers tingle and your eyes start to burn. You feel like your heart is going to burst open. Eddie seems to realize that you're catching on so he hurries his words.

"So we have a little party and invite all of our friends and somewhere in between the drinking and the music we get --"

"Married," you breathe out. "You wanna marry me, Munson? Is this a proposal?" You wouldn't mind if it was, but you know this is something that's far down the line.

"No," he says. "Wait, yes. Yes I want to marry you. No this isn't a proposal. Not a real one, anyway."

"Okay," you reply. "Just checking." You know that Eddie loves you but this feels like something else. It feels bigger. It feels forever.

"So, what do you think about that?" he asks. You realize you never gave him an answer, however hypothetical it may be. You surge forward to kiss him and land a little left of his mouth in your excitement. He laughs and you try again, this time taking his bottom lip between yours so that he might get a clue as to how you're feeling.

"I think that sounds great," you say when you pull away. He untangles your hands and pulls off one of his rings. "Eddie, oh god, I'll lose that, you don't have to --"

"Doesn't matter if you do, sweetheart," he says. "I just wanna see what it feels like for a second." You're a little confused but surrender to him as he lifts your right hand and then furrows his brows.

"Oh, shit. Wait, is it left or right hand?"

"Baby," you say, unable to contain the smile on your face. "I have no idea." He holds his hands up in front of him and flicks his eyes between them before coming to a decision.

"Left, I think. Let's go with that." He gently picks up yours and slides the metal onto your ring finger. You both gasp as he does it. He just holds you there, unable to tear his eyes away.

"Looks good," Eddie says, voice a little raw. "Looks real good." He brings your hand up to his mouth so he can kiss the new addition. If this gets any more tender you might explode, so you surge forward again to kiss him.

"I love you," you say into his mouth. "I love you so much." He moves to kiss down your jaw, your throat.

"I love you," he replies between pecks. "Gonna marry you someday." You groan at his words as he sucks a spot on your collarbone.

"We're gonna be late to your own party, right?" He pulls away to grin wolfishly.

"That's the plan." You can't believe you get to have him forever. You can't wait.

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[mediocre-daydreams]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐝

notes: req by @cowboibeepbeep for my 600 followers celebration! prompt: "are you implying that you want to kiss me?"

w/c: 1.8k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you came out of the red room a different person. change is inevitable when you’re born in the arms of possibility only to be scorned into the hands of hell.

natasha came out strong. yelena came out clever. you came out a shadow of yourself; gray.

“kids, we’re going on a field trip!” tony was sporting patterned pajama pants, one of pepper’s old high school tee-shirts, and his new limited edition, $2,000 louboutin sneakers. red bottoms.

your shoes, after you beat a new trainee in the boxing ring and walked out victorious, leaving bloody footprints in your wake.

“where and why?” natasha deadpanned. she didn’t look up from the new show she was binging, once upon a time. little red riding hood.

your suit, the one they told you was a graduation from your ballet leotard, and how you should be proud of your service.

“don’t be a downer, romanov. i’m dropping morgan off at sarah’s for her playdate and then we’re bringing sam to see ‘all too well 10 minute version (taylor’s version) the short film’ in theaters.”

natasha’s mouth opened, prepared to spew rebuttals.

“no buts!” tony quipped. “i already rented out the whole place, and they don’t do refunds.”

“where’d you say we were going, ms. frizzle?” wanda popped in from the next room, still holding vision’s hand as they laughed at something.

tony frowned. “i just- ugh, fine. morgan has a playdate and you’re all coming because we’re going straight to theaters to see ‘all too well 10 minute ve-’”

“we get it!” natasha peeled herself off the couch reluctantly. she stretched, her long arms, elegant and slim from a decade of rigorous ballet, looked almost cat-like. she flicked her red hair, braided loosely, from off her shoulder and to her back.

red, like how you came back after your first mission with dried blood in your hair that stained the showers like a permanent reminder of your sins.

wanda tugged on vision’s arm, excited. vision grinned with equal enthusiasm. “vision’s super excited!” wanda explained. “we listened to red all in one go and now he’s a swiftie.”

vision nodded. “indeed i am. if i’m not mistaken, i recall steve and bucky being taylor swift fans. are they coming along?”

tony rubbed his hands together with satisfaction. “of course they are! i’ve got everything planned. i’ll call them right now, hold on- JARVIS? CAN YOU GET BUCKY AND STEVE DOWN HERE, IN APPROXIMATELY… RIGHT NOW? -right, where was i?”

“what the fuck do you want, tony?” bucky grumbled. his voice was raspy from having just woken up, and he rubbed his eyes groggily. “it’s like, 12PM.”

steve looked at bucky judgingly. “exactly. it’s 12PM.” 

bucky sneered. “not everyone’s a cute early birdie like you, rogers.”

“where’d that attitude come from?” you knew bucky wasn’t exactly known for his cheery demeanor, but you’d never seen him so grouchy.

bucky stopped rubbing at his face and his eyes widened as if he’d been woken up by a bucket of water. “oh, uh- i don’t know.” he smiled sheepishly, scratching his stubble. “just not a morning person, i guess?”

natasha snorted. “right. and i’m a blonde. please, he’s an asshole every hour of the day, just not to you.” she rolled her eyes. “what’s it like to be god’s favorite?” she muttered bitterly.

you knew that people treated you differently—you were a little timid and you could be quiet at times. that wasn’t to say you weren’t brave; you preferred observing and striking subtly. people often underestimated you for that reason, but you didn’t think bucky gave you special treatment because he pitied you. maybe you were getting ahead of yourself, but you swore it was like he, as he would say, ‘sweet on you.’

“don’t listen to them!” bucky blurted. “i mean, yeah, i’m not… rude to you. i just think you’re cool. and i like you. y- you know, i think you’re cool.”

you smiled at him, previous inhibitions lost. even at his most awkward, bucky managed to pull a different kind of nostalgia from you. you stopped looking for red—wanda’s magic, vision’s hands, steve’s shield, tony’s suit—and you saw blue.

blue, like his eyes being the first thing you woke up to after a nightmare. how he held your hand first time you saw the ocean and was too scared to jump in. how you’d cried after he threw himself into a barrage of bullets, saving your life. the color of the med bay sheets and the IV fluid and the heart monitor.

you saw blue—the color of flashbacks and echoes from all the moments you’d loved him and nearly lost him and-

you love him.

“thanks, buck,” you grinned. “i think you’re pretty cool, too.”

tony checked his multi-million dollar wristwatch. “i hate to wrap up the lovefest, but morgan’s gonna be late. get in the bus, children.”

the bus was actually two self-driving masseratis.

“i call red!” morgan squealed, running to her chosen car and patting the passenger door possessively. she was also the one to divvy up the seats: tony would drive the red car, vision would be the navigator, morgan was resigned to her carseat in the back, and steve would play babysitter.

that left you, bucky, natasha, and soon-to-be sam in the second car. bucky volunteered to drive.

natasha sighed in relief. “thank god. i’m in the middle of an episode and mr. gold is up to something, i just know it.”

you took the passenger seat, exchanging smiles with bucky. you enjoyed the sight of bucky placing his hand on the back of your seat, arm stretching so close to your face that you could smell his cologne, while pulling out of the parking lot. you’d never been more grateful for bucky’s distrust in automated technology.

“is it just me, or has it been super dry recently?” natasha peeked up from her phone, eyes darting between the two of you who sat silently in the front.

you glanced back at her oddly. natasha was never one for small talk. “i mean, it is november, nat.”

she shrugged. “i guess you’re right. i’ve gone through so many tubes of chapstick lately, it’s insane. but i switched to balms, recently. see?” she pulled out a small pot of lip balm. “it’s great, you should try some! your lips look really dry.”

you squinted at her, mouthing, “what the fuck? you’re being weird.”

she winked at you cryptically. you should’ve known better—since when did natasha share secrets?

“alright, hand it over,” you caved, holding your hand out for the balm. it was buttery against the warmth of your fingers, and you didn’t think you’d be the type to have a preference in lipbalms, but this one made you reconsider. “it’s- it’s really good? where’d you get this?”

natasha tapped her temple. “secret.” she turned her head to bucky, who was driving silently and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “barnes, you should try some too. your lips are even worse.”

bucky scowled. “stop talking about my lips, natasha.”

you pursed your own lips. lips. lips. lips.

“i’d stop talking about them if you put on some damn lip balm. you’re peeling, it’s gross.”

“well, i can’t!” bucky snapped. “i’m driving.”

you watched them bicker, amused at their brother-sister dynamic. they knew each other in the red room, and sometimes you were jealous of the closeness they’d already established before joining the avengers. time didn’t seem to matter, though. it was scary how quickly you’d fallen for bucky barnes; it was like flying as you were already in free fall.

“i swear to god, james, this car is going to overheat from the sahara desert on your lips,” natasha whined, kicking the back of bucky’s seat. “the car can self drive, just take off your damn hands.”

bucky’s hand clenched around the steering wheel, drawing attention to the veins on his hands that you always stared at from afar. “you know i don’t trust the self-drive mode!”

“fine, just let y/n do it!”

bucky took his eyes off the road momentarily to gague your expression. you were unphased.

“only if you want,” you offered.

bucky clenched his jaw. “no, i’d want you to. i just don’t want to get… distracted.”

you raised an eyebrow slyly. “ why would you be distracted?”

he swallowed thickly, adam’s apple bobbing. “it’s stupid, i mean- you probably don’t want to touch me- i mean, my lips- sorry,” he laughed breathlessly, running his hands through his hair like he did whenever he was nervous. you took note of the ease at which he could drive one-handed.

lips. lips. lips. lips.

bucky’s tongue ran over his bottom lip, which was red from his nervous chewing and wind-bitten chapping. his lips weren’t blood red, or the color of the hourglass marking on the back of a black widow spider, or the color of fire or flushed cheeks. his lips were mesmerizingly red like passion; they were the shade of how you loved him.

bucky composed himself. “i don’t want to be a burden, or anything,” he clarified, “and have you reach other the seat or- or whatever. you could just help me once we get to sarah’s house?”

“you still want me to help you? ‘cause your hands will be free by then.”

bucky bit his lip—lips. lips. lips. lips—like he did whenever he was nervous, but he smiled. “yeah, you can just give natasha her balm back. you’ve got some yourself now, right?”

you smirked, furrowing your eyebrows questioningly. “are you implying that you want to kiss me?”

bucky grinned toothily. “i never said anything about kissing, but i mean… if you’re down?”

you shrugged, playing it off. “you’re right, i should return nat’s balm. i’ve got some on my lips, if you change your mind.”

you swiveled to hand natasha her pot of balm and found her slouched against the car door, asleep. you placed the balm next to her thigh. wordlessly, she opened her eyes, winked at you once, and went back to sleep.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[steddieas-shegoes]

I didn’t feel like this post was enough of the Steve and Chrissy friendship so please enjoy the prologue ficlet I just spit out faster than a person actually can (please excuse typos!!!)

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“You ever think about leaving this place?”

“What, Hawkins?”

“Yeah.”

Steve and Chrissy were hiding under the bleachers, waiting for the school to clear out for the day. This was only their second time hanging out together, but Steve hadn’t had this much fun in years.

“I guess. It just doesn’t seem like it’ll happen for me.”

They were sitting across from each other, whispering in case there were any stragglers in the gym, Chrissy still in her cheerleader uniform from practice and Steve freshly showered from basketball practice.

Jason had left with his friends a while ago, so there probably wasn’t much of a reason to stay hidden, but neither of them wanted to deal with him if he came back.

“I have to get out.”

She said it so seriously, Steve wasn’t sure how to respond at first.

Luckily, she continued to explain before he had to.

“If I stay, my future is picked out for me. I’ll graduate, marry Jason, work as a secretary somewhere and have two or three kids that I don’t want. I won’t even get to go to college.”

“Do you want to?”

Chrissy blushed and looked down.

“I wanna be a vet. But my mom told me I can’t. Too much school and she thinks Jason will find someone else and then I’ll be alone.”

“You could find someone at school! That’s so stupid. Your mom sounds stupid.”

Chrissy gave him a small smile in agreement.

“She thinks it’s the life I want.”

“Well, let’s say you get out of here and become a vet. What else does your life look like?”

“Hm.” She tapped her fingers against her knee, then beamed at him. “I’d marry Eddie Munson and he’d bring me backstage on his tours.”

This made Steve pause.

“Eddie Munson? Why him?”

“He’s amazing. He’s cute, and nice, and different. He wants to leave here and be someone. He’s brave.”

Steve agreed. Of course, he didn’t know how to say so without giving away that he’d had a crush on Eddie for months. That was new for him; liking men, admitting that he liked men, knowing the man he liked was Eddie.

Chrissy was looking at him expectantly. He didn’t know what to say.

“What do you think about him?”

Something about the way she asked set alarm bells off in his head. Nobody knew about him liking guys the way he liked girls. It wasn’t exactly safe for others to know.

“I mean, he seems a little odd. But yeah, he seems nice.”

She squinted her eyes at him before looking away, her eyes finding a spot behind him to focus on as she spoke.

“You know I have a cousin, Brad, who has a partner a lot like Eddie. He’s not allowed at family stuff, but I write him letters sometimes and he sends some to me through a friend.”

“Oh.”

“So if you maybe thought Eddie was cute too…”

“What? What makes you think I think he’s cute?”

“Hey, calm down. I was just saying if you liked him, I’d be a safe person to tell, that’s all.”

Steve’s body relaxed. He didn’t have to know Chrissy that well to know she wouldn’t lie about that.

“I-”

“You also don’t have to tell me or anyone. It’s up to you.”

“I do think he’s cute. In an annoying way.”

There. That wasn’t so bad.

Chrissy was smiling at him, reaching a hand over to his knee to squeeze it.

“You should ask him out.”

“What.”

Okay, Chrissy was a smart girl. Surely, she understood why he couldn’t do that.

“Yeah! I bet he’d say yes. Who wouldn’t?”

“Any guy I ask out!”

“Not Eddie. I’m pretty sure he’s into both.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Just a hunch,” Chrissy shrugged.

“Do you have evidence for your hunch or are you just hoping I get punched in the face?”

Chrissy rolled her eyes at his dramatics. Maybe he was being dramatic, but not that dramatic.

“Not exactly. I’ve just seen him at a bar that’s known for being a safe place for people who may swing in different directions.”

“And what were you doing there?” He raised a brow in question.

“I was testing a hunch.”

“You and your hunches.”

“I was right about this one!”

“And what was that hunch?”

“That I liked girls.”

Steve didn’t know what to say. Chrissy Cunningham was like him?

“Oh. So you’re…”

“Yeah. That’s how I guessed you were. And how I’m guessing that Eddie is too.”

“Maybe. I think you’d have a better shot, though.”

Chrissy shrugged. “I think you should ask him out at graduation.”

“What? Step on stage to get my diploma and declare my love? That sounds like a move he would do, not me.”

“No. But after. Maybe invite him to the diner to celebrate.”

“What about you?”

“What about me? I’ve got Jason. Eddie’s gonna be out of this place as soon as he can. He shouldn’t have to wait on me.”

“You have just as much of a shot with him as I do.”

Chrissy thought for a moment before she gave him a soft smile.

“I think you two have a chance at something. Pinky promise me you’ll try?”

Steve held out his pinky and latched it with Chrissy’s.

He would try for her, but he wouldn’t let himself consider a future with Eddie.

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[mushroom-witch-writes]

Empty Sounds of Hate

Chaper 1

Eddie Munson x f!reader

Genre: enemies to lovers, angst

Warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol/ smoking

Note: So this is my first story after a while, a bit shit , but that's okay cuz the next chapters will be angstier promse. Slightly proofread. Feel free to point out any warnings or typos I might have missed. love you all <3

Word count: 1.708

Just another day walking to school. You had just missed the buss of course ,but it gave you time to think so it wasn’t that bad. Music blasted in your ears and the cold morning breeze was hitting your face as a white, beat up van stopped  beside you. Not just any white beat up van, Munson’s van. “Morning poser, exercising to fit that sex bomb bad bitch persona are we?” the brown haired boy asked with a mocking tone “how bout you fuck off Munson? It’s 8 in the morning and I’m not in the mood for this” he laughed and licked his lips “oh you know how I love it when you get feisty y/n” you gave him the finger before he drove off and mouthed “prick”.

You and Munson had history , well , in your head at least. You used to go crazy over him when you first arrived to Hawkins. You tried on different styles to find what fits you best and hanging out with Harrington and his clique of assholes was the thing that made Eddie hate you. After Steve graduated you figured you should stick to your own personal style which for the most part matched Eddie’s ,but of course then he assumed that you’re just posing as something you’re not, like you had in the past.

School was hell. Not because something out of the blue happened, but because it was so boring. You were packing up your stuff next to Robin when she spoke “ So Steve said there’s a party at Claire’s tonight” she said with a smirk “ we could check it out, I mean spring break starts tomorrow “ you looked at her with a straight face “ a little fun can’t hurt I guess” you replied and she jumped up. Munson walked down the hall and Robin’s face instantly lit up , you mouthed a no to her but to no avail “ hey creep you should check Claire’s party tonight with us, good for business” she whispered the last part. “only if my favourite person tags along” he said with some theatrics here and there “now that I think about it I have a thing to do” you said smirking at him “ great so we’re all going” Robin said.

Evening came and you were all dressed up , wearing a short zip up leather skirt , leopard top , fishnet tights , hair all poofed up and messy , looking like a rock star’s wet dream. Your mom dropped you off at the family video to wait for your friends and then head to the party together. “…yeah I get it okay? I just think that the Lost Boys is the best vampire film till now” you argued with Steve “yea cause you have no taste y/n” That was when you heard a van pull up blasting Iron  Maiden “uh guys , why is HE here?” you asked half panicked. It’s not like you didn’t know that he was coming , just the fact that he would see you right now , in that lighting made you self conscious. Okay maybe you weren’t over the whole crush on Eddie Munson.

“ Does my hair look like a rat’s nest?” you asked Steve and he smiled mischievously “why do you care?” he replied as Munson walked in. When his eyes landed on you his entire brain shut off. “ Oh Munson don’t start” you said right of the bat before he could say anything. His palms were sweating and he couldn’t ,for the life of him, find the right thing to say. “No I was thinking… I’m really high right now…the lights in here probably freaked me out” he said finishing with an awkward laugh. You just stayed there just gawking at each other while Steve and Robin just stared in accomplishment. “ooookay we shall go” Robin finally said. They closed up and you all walked out the family video.

“ There’s this problem, Steve’s car is full of boxes and it only fits two, hope you have no problem riding there with Eddie?” Steve looked confused ,as always “No it’s no-“  Robin elbowed him “oh right, the boxes , yea, filled, sorry” he said. “ I hate you guys” you said and walked to Munson’s van . “ Ah princess, why is your carriage leaving without you?” he said while rolling a cig “ because this is my carriage tonight” you said showing him his van. He looked at you wide eyed and laughed while mouthing something along the lines of ‘these assholes’ “ okay , do you mind me smoking ? Actually don’t reply, I don’t really care. Hop in” this was going to be fun.

“ Seriously Munson, you enjoy smoking that?” you asked while you were rolling your own “ you’re not here to lecture me for smoking sweetheart you’re here t- oh ,ohhh look at that” he said when he heard the clicking noise of your lighter. He kept driving and you both laughed a little. The ride was quiet, you would both steal looks from each other. “hey Eddie, quick question” “I don’t think I’ll be replying ,but shoot” he said in monotone “ why do you hate me so much? I mean, have I done something to you?” ‘ yes you have been haunting my whole entire existence ever since you came and I can’t allow a person to come too close’ he thought but spat out “ I just don’t like you. No reason behind it other than the fact that you’re pretentious.”

You regretted ever asking. The car fell quiet again. He parked and you got out as quick as you could and slammed his door. He looked at you and cursed himself for being the asshole he is. You were hurt at his words ,but this wasn’t the time for this, tonight you were going to have fun. You walked in to find Robin.

Once you found her you took her hand and ran to the kitchen to get boose. “ so how was your ride” she asked smiling while you poured the drink in your cup. “ I still hate you” you replied smiling to hide the fact that his words popped in your mind again. “let’s go dance I don’t want to think about that asshole right now” you said after taking a big ship. She led you to the living room and you booth started dancing at the sound of ABBA. Yea you were into metal and rock , but no one can deny ABBA.

An hour passed and you were both drunk out of your minds. Steve was dancing with you after getting rejected by half the girls in the party. “ hey I’ll go get a refill, be right back” you probably shouldn’t drink more ,but tonight you wanted to feel numb. As you got to the counter where the drinks were , you were greeted by non other than Jack Miles. He was a douchebag sure , but he was also the school’s heartthrob right now. “ hey y/n , didn’t know these parties were your ‘scene’” he said with a soft smile. From the corner of your eye you noticed Eddie looking, you don’t know why but you were hoping he would get jealous.

“ it’s not my scene, I’m spicing it up” you replied smiling and looking for a filled bottle “looking for this?” he asked bottle in hand “ yea thanks” you said holding out your cup as he refilled it “ so y/n , we should hang out sometime” “ aren’t we hanging out now?” you asked with a smile leaning towards him “ sometime when we’re not both drunk out of our minds so I can do what I’ve been meaning to for so long” you batted your eyelashes at him “ and what would that be?” you asked trying to look as flirty as you could “well I really wanted to kiss you ,you know…” he said coming closer when all of the sudden you felt an arm around your shoulder. “ hey babe, missed you back there, oh hi Jack?” Eddie said “ yea yea Jack..ugh I gotta go I think the boys are ready to leave, see you around y/n” he said leaving.

You chugged your drink while Eddie laughed , threw his arm off your shoulder and ran out the house. He ran after you “ Did you see that guys face? Hahaaaa oh come on y/n that was funny as fuck” you turned to him “ what the fuck is wrong with you Munson?” he smiled down at you “oh did I fuck up your night love ?” you walked closer “fuck you Munson , I was having fun with that guy” you said angrier than ever.

 Steve and Robs walked out the house and saw you two arguing “hey what’s wrong” Steve asked carrying Robin “ Eddie the virgin Munson decided to spoil my fucking night because he can’t stand to see me having fun with someone” it was true , but not because he didn’t want you to have fun with someone ,but because he would kill to be that someone. “ you’re making it sound like I would ever give a damn about you. I fucked up your night and I couldn’t be happier” your eyes started welling up as you stepped even closer pulling his chin close to you “ don’t ever come near me again, I’m done with your bullshit, I’m done with you being a fucking piece of shit and I’m done with trying to put up with your shit. I fucking despise you Eddie Munson” you spat out with a trembling voice.

 He just looked at you , he didn’t move nor did he say anything. Just looked at the only girl he had eyes for walk away crying, because that’s what Eddie did. He fucked everything up and then did nothing about it. “ you are a jerk man” Steve said walking Robin to his car “ don’t go after her, not that you would. I’ll take her home. You should go home too” he told Eddie before he left.

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[thefuseoftemptation]

IT’S YOUR TURN ||

PT.2 “IT’S YOUR TURN AGAIN” HERE

EDDIE MUNSON X FEM!READER

SUMMARY: Before Harrington, you were the one that tended to the group of children. The both of you co-parenting the lot, but when he can’t be there guess who’s turn it is to look after them? Though what you weren’t expecting was to get pulled into their game when waiting for them after school, therefore meeting the well known leader of the club.

A/N: M’sorry to any errors made on DnD—I know nothing, nada. So if there are references I make that are not proper, well now you know why. So,,,,yeah—

WARNING(S): cussing, nothing much but some fuckin pinning.

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The door shut from behind you as you just got back from the store, hell, was that all there was to it? Graduated and not having a single fuckin clue where you were heading. Well, it was supposed to be you getting out of this hole of a town but things change. Setting the bags on the counter, you toss the keys to the side and grab a beer from the fridge.

The telephone rung from its spot on the wall, picking it up, you leaned against it.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, it’s Steve.” The all too common voice of your friend spoke.

“Oh, Harrington. What has it been? Weeks, months, or was it years? Last time I remember—”

“The hell are going on about? We talked just the other day, went to go see that film together, you know the one?” He queried

“Yeah I know, but it seems the only time you really call is because you need something, now what is it?”

“Alright you got me. I have a something to go to so I can’t be there to pick up the children.”

“Why is that my concern?” You pressed

“Uh, as I remember they are yours too.”

“Hey! No they aren’t. I just got stuck with them years back and haven’t been able to get rid of them since.”

“Well, I have been stuck with them these last few times! Or more like years feels like. I swear I’m constantly the babysitter!”

“So? Keep it that way.”

“Nuh uh, it’s your turn Y/L/N.”

“Oh, I forgot mommy needs their time to get fucked.”

“Mommy needs his time from the little devils! Could you seriously just for once, help me out here?” He begged

“Hmm, tempting but I think I’ll decline. Thanks though.”

“Y/N.”

“Alright alright, you owe me though. Where are you going that’s so important?”

“I don’t owe you, it’s your turn. And I have a date.”

“You’re making me pick them up because you have a date?”

You roll your eyes which you probably know for sure Harrington could tell.

“Just don’t be late to get them. They get off at 4 but you know, the whole club thing they got going doesn’t end till hours later so you’ll get them then.”

“Oh yeah, forgot ‘bout their little game.”

“Yeah, Henderson called me earlier looking for somebody to sub in, like I want to spend my time with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson.”

He’s still there?

“Why must you insist on calling him that? You conforming like all the other fuckin people of the town?”

“Y/N, the guy is a little, you know—” he whistles through the speaker of the phone, as if trying to say Munson was a loony. You knew your friend well enough to know exactly what he meant.

"Jesus Christ, thought he’d given the bird to Higgins years back.” You say but it’s more to yourself.

“Yeah no, he’s there repeating senior year for—what, the 3rd time?” Steve retorts

“At least Munson has intentions to run the hell out of here.” You state

“Sure, when he graduates whenever that may be. I mean come on, the guy spends his time playing some game with children. Majority of his friends are children. You know how lame that is?”

The line suddenly went quiet, your brows creased and your head cocks to the side as you wait for him to get it. 

“Steve.”

“I heard it....” he sighs

“Can’t judge him though, so he struggled a little and maybe still is. We shouldn’t be ones to talk, I mean look at us? We’re co-parenting a group of children that aren’t even ours and will be spending our lives not knowing what’s next. Not only that but when we aren’t working or running through town, we’re off defending the said town from these things so they won’t cross over to the other side and kill us, ending all as we know it.”

That was dark.

“Huh? We are so lame. Well, I should get going, got work then a date after so I’ll talk to you later. Don’t forget the children and don’t be late!”

“Yes, Dear.” You say teasingly before you hung up.

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You were parked out at the front of the school, with nothing in general or nowhere to typically be so you chose to just wait there. The thought seemed well and thoroughly thought out initially, but as the digits on your watch went by ever so slowly, you began to question it all. It didn’t help that the Indiana temperatures were increasing.

How much longer?

Looking at the watch again, you see the numbers— 3:37. The bell hadn’t even rung to dismiss school for the day, honestly what the hell. There was nobody to put at fault except you. Sighing you unbuckle the seat belt and reach in the back for the talkie that the group of, now freshman, given you when you first looked after them which was in 83.’

Turning the button through the statics you listen for the clear—indicating the proper channel you guys use. 

“Does anybody copy?” You wait and wait, seconds passing before you try again.

“Hello, guys?...” 

“Seriously, the one time I use this fuckin thing and you don’t fuckin answer, what a cheap and low move. I know you little fuckers can hear me so pick up, now.”

For the next few minutes that’s all you did. Annoy them till they answered.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. We hear you but we’re in class, what is it?” Dustin responds

“What time do you guys get out? And I don’t mean by the bell, I mean from your club.” 

“Um, depends on when we finish. It could be hours. Why?” 

Hours?? 

“I fuckin hate Harrington.”

“Why? What did Steve do?” The boy queries

“Nothing, the bastard just fucked me over and I bought it. I’m here to pick you children up but am now noticing that it was a mistake to come by so soon.”

“Wait, you’re here?!” Mike channels in

“Yeah, out front in the car.”

“Get out. You’re joining us for DnD.” And with that both of them leave.

“Uh, excuse me?! Hello? You fuckin—” The bell rung signaling the end of school for the day. You bite your fist and put the antenna down, grumbling as you get out of the vehicle and make your way in. You swear on Van Halen, you were going to wring their necks in your hands. Beginning with Harrington.

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The student body crowded the halls, trying to get out the doors as quickly as they could. Ugh you don’t miss that. You took to the side, waiting for it to clear. You weren’t sure why you came in when you did but you guess it was better than sitting in the heat.

You kept checking your watch. Were you supposed to meet them here or in the room where the game was hosted? You weren’t sure. You paced back and forth, finding interest in the ceiling.

“Y/N!” You heard the boys call, as they were running to you, not even giving you a chance to utter a word before they pulled you down the corridor, suddenly stopping in front of a door. Probably the theater room from what you could remember.

“Jesus, warn me next time. What is it? Why did you have me come in?” 

Out of breath and in sweat from the nerves they were feeling, they let out

“We need you to sub in for DnD.” Mike said

Oh hell no.

You chuckle, clearly amused and thinking they’re joking. “That’s hilarious but no.”

“What?! Y/N, you swore whenever we need you, that you would be there by our sides to help us.” Dustin pointed

“When did I say that? Was I high?”

“That’s not the point. Please, Y/N. Eddie will lose it if we don’t have a sub for Lucas, we told him we would get somebody.”

“So you lied to him? Now, why would you do that?” You say putting your hands on your hips. Ugh you sound and probably look like Steve.

“Because! He would kill us!” Mike exclaimed

“And we technically didn’t lie, we have a sub here.” Dustin said gesturing to you

“Yeah, but it’s last minute. Not only that, but you went all day without a lead and are now using me. That’s luck buddy. What would’ve happened if I hadn’t showed or called you little fuckers, huh?” You said with a glint in your eyes

“Well, we don’t have to know since it’s figured out. So, everybody wins—” 

“I don’t.”

“Shut up, not counting you.” Dustin butted

They both ushered you to the door, opening it and heading in. 

It was dimmed in there, the only lighting coming from the little fixtures spread throughout the room. There was a table resting at the center, covered with the what you assume to be the game. Dice lying, ready to be rolled. You could make out a few of the members, seeing as they were students in grades under to your graduating class. It had gotten quiet when you entered, the guys of the group staring as you passed, with their mouths parted and eyes wide.

“We’re here Eddie and we got a sub.”

There at the end of the table in a throne like chair, was no other than Eddie Munson. Known also as the freak of the school and the town in general. He had been sorting through his book and preparing for the night when he looked up, grin suddenly faltering at the sight of you.

Why were you here?? Y/N Y/L/N?? Of all people, Henderson and Wheeler had to get the one person, Eddie had been pinning after for years. Crush would be an understatement, he was utterly and heavily weak for you. 

He fumbled with what was in hand and cleared his throat. Trying to keep it together in your presence. Subtle.

“Well, well, well, who do we have here? Do my eyes deceive me or is it, Y/L/N?” He said coming over to greet you

“Hey, Munson. How have you been? High school treating you well still?” You say, visibly wincing at your choice of words. Remembering just how much he got picked on, you could only see it as worse now.

“Sorry, didn’t mean it like that. It’s real good to see that you’re still yourself.” You said offering a partial side hug which Eddie was quick to reciprocate.

He was feeling hot suddenly, hoping you couldn’t feel the sweat that was beginning to form on his back and behind his neck. Maybe his hands too? You smelt so good. Jesus H Christ, Munson...

“It’s a pleasure to see you here Y/L/N. Heard you’ll be subbing in for Sinclair?” He asked pulling back much to his dismay, and grabbing a few strands of his untamed curls.

“Uh yeah, seems like it. Listen, I’m not even sure how the game goes, alright? So, just giving you a warning because you guys will probably spend majority of it teaching me. I only know of it because I used to watch over these two when they were young.” You say nodding to the two freshman beside you. You thought back to all those times of the basement and how they’d be down there for hours at a time. Getting into the roles and overall just being themselves with Will Byers there too, of course.

Eddie rocked back and forth in understanding. He honestly would prolong explaining it to you if it meant he got to be close and spend that time with you near by.

Clapping his hands together, Eddie spoke “No worries, we all begin somewhere,” He said staring fondly at you with those eyes of his.

The group of guys could only watch the interaction from the sides. The older members giving each other knowing looks, like Gareth and Jeff. On the other hand, Dustin and Mike were trying to comprehend what was going on and why their club leader seemed so, what’s the word, less intimidating to you. They questioned why he hadn’t given you the usual approach of seeing if you were worthy to participate. 

“So, can Y/N play or not?” Dustin asked interrupting

Henderson.

Eddie clenched his fist and turned his head, not pleased that the little butt interrupted “Sure thing.” Eddie said gesturing forth for you and then guiding you to a seat by him. "M’lady.” He said and pulled the chair out. You chuckled and took the seat, thanking him as he settled in his.

“Alright so, here we have the handbook—which basically tells you the rules and essentials. Here, you also put together your character.” Eddie presented gently, making sure you understood what it was you were supposed to do. Once you were through with that and giving it a name, Eddie spoke,

“Let it commence…”

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You were packing up, it was well into the night as you had been there for hours. Everybody had left, only leaving you guys. The two boys were seated at the table and getting through on assignments as you helped Eddie clean up. Telling them that you’ll be leaving shortly to get something to eat before you dropped them off.

It had been hours of rolling the dice and crossing fingers as you tried to get high numbers. At the results, you managed to make a successful hit which earned the table to erupt in shouts.

“Thanks for having me, Munson.” You expressed

“You’re welcome anytime, Y/L/N. Who knew you were skilled at DnD,” he teased

You chuckle, “beginners luck I guess.” You finished cleaning and grabbed your things, calling out to the two boys to get ready.

All of you left out the door and down the hall to the exit of the school. It was quiet and empty, something you weren’t used to. Getting out to the parking lot, you tossed the keys to Dustin.

“Turn it on will you.” He nodded

“Bye, Eddie.” They waved

“Bye, my little sheep—until next time.”

You looked to the club leader who was already staring back at you “Thanks again, Munson.” He smiled and bowed. “Why of course, Y/L/N.”

Giving him a quick hug and glancing once more at him before you turned heel and left. Eddie was contemplating if he should do it. If he should just ask you. Part of him though was not really looking or feeling to be rejected especially by you of all people. Though he doubts you would do it to hurt him.

So as you reached for the handle, he yelled out. “Hey, Y/L/N!” Running up, and earning a concerned look from you.

“What is it?”

“I uh, well y’know—like I said, you’re welcomed any time.” He said, not really saying what was intended. You nodded, deep within disappointment filled. Not because of the offer but because you were kind of expecting and maybe thinking of something more.

“Well, that was a waste…” Mike commented under his breath from the back seat.

“Oh uh, thank you. Night, Munson.” You said getting in the drivers side and reversing.

Eddie watched the car, noticing Henderson from the passenger window, mouthing something. He couldn’t tell what it was but Eddie could only assume he had that tone to his voice. He sighed and went to his van that was parked cross the lot, getting in a turning on the music. Maybe it’ll help him forget his regret of not asking. Reversing, he drove out of there.

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[inklessletter]

What if the scene in the woods turned up a little bit differently? What if-

"I guess I got a little jealous, Steve," Eddie said nonchalant, clearly looking for a reaction. Steve looked at him with a confused expression on his face. "Because I couldn't accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude."

Steve looked down, frown on his face. Eddie kept going.

"Rich parents? Popular? Chicks love him? Not a douche? No-"

"Wait, what?" Steve stopped on his track.

"I mean, you know," Eddie did a gesture with his hand, as if it was self explanatory.

"No, no I don't. None of those things are true."

"Uhm, did you forget that we went to the same high school, King Steve?" Eddie joked. Steve huffed a humorless laugh.

"Yeah, well. It's all bullshit," Steve spat the word. "Maybe we remember high school a little differently. I was the worst version of myself when I was popular. Then I decided I wanted to be a better person, and all my friends disappeared. I went to my graduation alone, and I mean, alone. Not even my parents showed up, since I barely graduated, and I had no acceptance letter. I had no friends there. I was not popular, I was useful, until I stopped being of use," Steve scoffed.

Eddie didn't dare to speak.

"Oh, and yeah, because of that, my parents cut me off. Yeah, my family might have money, but I've been working my ass off since I was sixteen in summer jobs because my father has been rubbing in my face everything they do for me and I still keep disappointing them," he said. Steve knew he was rambling, and maybe he should stop, but he was down hill no breaks now. "I came back from the hospital after fucking Hargrove gave me a concussion and migraines for life, and the first thing my father said to me was how much of a pussy I was for having lost a fight, and that they were absolutely not paying the hospital bill, so I owed them three grands for that," Steve took air, and he dropped his volume. "I saw your uncle defending you. He loves you," he mumbles. "You're richer than me, believe me."

"Ah, and for the chicks love me thing?" he stopped, and so did Eddie. Steve pointed Nancy a few steps ahead, "Wheeler over there, I used to think she was the love of my life. We dated for a year, you know. Senior year. She dumped me," he looked Eddie dead in the eye, and he could swear he could see the pain in his face. "She called bullshit everything we had, and I had to accept that. I've been looking for what I thought we had in almost every girl in Hawkins, and all I can find are girls that are infatuated by that King Steve reputation I had, and that's--that's the real bullshit," Steve said and his lip trembled. "And I'm having a hard time coming to terms that maybe I am not meant to be loved how I thought I could be, so, no, Munson. Don't get this confuse you," he points at her again, "this upside down shit is what keeps us orbiting around each other. Trauma." Steve took a deep breath. "But no. Chicks don't love me."

They locked gazes for a second.

"They never did."

Steve looked down again and resumed his way. Eddie could not.

"Still jealous of me?"

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[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Consideration

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: Couldn't leave it where it ended.

Also the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Contract

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Belle put the paperwork down and felt her cheeks burning. What in the actual hell was going on?  Steve Rogers, Captain America, the boy scout of good, was actually a dirty, dirty man.  The contract was simple in itself.  He wanted someone to control, to use.  He wasn’t looking for more.  She got up and went to the kitchen.  

Lila was there, texting and giggling.  Belle ignored it, lost in thought.  She grabbed a wine glass and a bottle of Moscato.  She poured herself a large glass and was heading back to her room when Lila stopped her.  “Belle? Are you ok?”  

“Just lost in thought.” Belle sipped her wine.  

“Is it about Steve?”  

“Kinda.”  

Lila studied her. “Did he hurt you?” 

Belle looked at her with wide eyes.  “No! God no.  He was… perfect.”  She sighed.  “I just don’t know if I want to get involved with someone who couldn’t give his all to me.  He’s a CEO, an Avenger.”  

“Former Avenger, Belle.  But you’re busy too.  You would basically be on the same schedule.” Lila grabbed the glass out of her hand and took a sip.  “Isabella, I love you.  I know that you are nervous about graduation and not having the job yet, but you need to allow yourself to be happy.  And if Steve Rogers makes you happy, then go for it.  We’ll all still be here for you.” Belle thought of her friends and when they landed on Scott, she rolled her eyes.  “What?” 

“Scott.  He, well, he made a move on me. At the bar.”  

“He WHAT?” 

“Lila please.  Steve stopped it and Scott left. I have to talk to him and explain.”  

“You don’t owe any explanation. If he crossed a line, he owes you an apology. Do you want me to talk to him?” 

“God no.  Its fine.  I don’t know what got into Scott.”  

Just as Belle took a sip, Lila says, “The fact that he’s got a roaring crush on you and Hope.”  

Belle choked on her wine with a laugh.  “I knew about Hope.  I didn’t notice about me.”  

“That’s because you friend zoned him hard and he just couldn’t take the hint.” Lila’s phone binged again and she smiled as she read the message.  

“Bucky?” 

“Yeah, he’s flirting via text.  Its sweet.”  

Belle shrugs. “I guess.”  

“Has Steve not reached out?”  

“I haven’t checked.”  She went to her room and Lila followed. 

“New phone?” 

“From Steve.”  

“Wow, Belle are you….” 

“I didn’t ask for it, Lila.  He just gave it to me. Your new boyfriend helped.” She looked at her phone and disappointment flooded her.  Nothing.  No messages.  She sighed. “He’s probably getting ready for work.”  She threw the phone down on her bed and looked up to Lila and smiled.  “Its new I guess.”  

“Belle, why don’t you make the first move?” 

“Not tonight, Li. I’m just going to go to bed.  I have class in the morning.”  

Lila hugged her friend. “Maybe he doesn’t know you want more.”  

“Maybe.  But this would be the first relationship since Brock.”  

“True.  But four years is a long time to wait to feel wanted.  I mean besides Scott.”  

“Shut up Li.  I’m going to call him right now.  Good night.”  

“Night.”  She left the room and Belle was consumed with her thoughts.  

Lila messaged Bucky.  

L: Your friend is an ass  B: Friend?  L: Friend Boss whatever  B: You lost me  L: She hasn’t had a real relationship in 4 years. She just wants someone to care for her.  So he’s an ass.  B: Oh.   B: Can’t I go back to flirting with you  L: Maybe when she isn’t so sad 

Belle picked up her phone and dialed Scott.   

Hello? 

“Hi Scott.”  

Belle! I’m so happy you called. 

Belle chewed the side of her mouth.  “Scott, we have to talk.”  

I know.  She heard him sigh.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t realize that you wouldn’t… 

“Look Scott,” she cut him off. “You know I love you but I just want to be friends with you. I’m sorry.”  

Is Steve Rogers the reason? 

“What the hell Scott.” 

I mean he did swoop in.  Is it his money? 

“You know what Scott? No.  And until you apologize, I don’t want to talk to you.”  She hung up and silenced her phone.  The tears that have been threatening all day ran down her face as rain started to fall outside.  The perfect weather for her shitty mood.  It should have been a great day.  She finally fell asleep as her phone lit up with a message.  

SR: Are you ok? 

In the morning, Belle got ready to go and threw everything in her bag and head out to her first class.  She pushed everything to the back of her mind as she concentrated on the classes that would help her graduate.  She finished her last class and started to head home.  She wasn’t paying attention and bumped into someone.  She didn’t look up.  “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.  

“You know, its polite to apologize to someone in the eye,” a familiar voice told her.  She finally looked up and saw the ocean blue eyes that had been haunting her.  

“Mr. Rogers, hi.  Oh god.  I’m sorry.  I just…” She stopped when his hand cradles her face.  

“Do you always ramble?” 

“Only when I’m nervous.”  She studied him.  “You’re in Jersey.”  

“You didn’t answer.”  

“Answer what?” 

“Your phone Isabella.”  

She dug into her bag. And realized she never un-silenced her phone.  There were multiple messages, Lila, Scott, Hope and one from Steve.  

“I’m so…” he cut her off with a kiss on her lips.  Still as soft and sweet.   

She looked up at him.  “If you keep doing that, you will have to learn CPR.”  

He smirks.  “And why is that?” 

“Because I forget to breathe.” Belle looked down and blushed.  Steve used his finger to guide her head back up.  

“If you forget to breathe, I’ll always remind you how to.” He gently cupped her face.  And kissed her again. “Are you busy right now?” 

“I was just going to study.  Lila has a late class.”  

“Have dinner with me.” It wasn’t a question. 

“Mr. Rogers…” 

“Steve…” 

“Steve, I’ve read the contract and I know…” 

“This isn’t about the contract.  This is about me getting to know you.”  

“And I don’t get to know about you?” 

“Everything you need to know is in the history books.”  

“No, not everything as you have proven yesterday.  I don’t know if I could do this if I didn’t know you.”  

Steve sighed and knew she was correct.  “Fine.  We can talk over dinner. Come.”  He took her hand and her back pack off of her. He walked her to the car where Bucky was standing.  He handed the bag off as he opened the door for Belle to climb in. Once they were settled, Steve took Belle’s hand into his.  

“So this hand holding is going to be a thing?” 

“Do you not like it?” 

“I didn’t say that.”  

“Then why question…” 

“Because we aren’t in a relationship,” she blurted out. “You are still just the guy that…”her mouth got covered by his hand.  

“Don’t Isabella.”  He slowly removed his hand.  “I didn’t realize you were so…” 

“Opinionated, witty, snarky…” 

“Crass. And with no filter apparently.  I thought that was just an alcohol induced trait.”  

“No, my father taught me to be respectful when necessary but to always be myself.”  Belle looked down.  

“What was your father’s name?”  

“Real or adopted?” 

“Both.”  

“Real, Michael.  Adopted, Phil.”  

“I’m assuming you are talking about Phil.”  

“Yeah.  He died when I was 16.”  

“I’m sorry.”  

“Me too.”  

“Can I ask…” 

“It was a work incident.  He fell or something. Got stabbed through the chest on a piece of metal.  The casket was closed so I couldn’t be sure.”  

“And your mother?”  

“She died with my real dad. I was a baby.”  

“Is that why you don’t sing?”  

Belle tried not to cry.  “I used to sing and play the piano for Phil, Dad, when he had hard days.” She smiled a little.  “His favorite was Tiny Dancer.”   

“You miss him a lot.”  

“Every day.”  She looked out the window and saw that they pulled next to a Mediterranean restaurant. “Hummus?” 

“Something I have learned to love.” Steve smiled. “Is this ok?”  

“Is Bucky joining us?” 

Steve looked at him and Bucky subtly shook his head.  “No, he’s got other things to do.”  

“Lila things?”  

Steve laughed.  “Among other things. Come.”  He took her hand and pulled her from the car.  They were seated in the back.  “I didn’t ask…” 

“Yea, meat eater, cave woman, whatever,” she said with a smirk.  

Steve shook his head.  “Have you always lived in New York?”  

“Yeah, Brooklyn.  Dad had a thing about Brooklyn.  He never really explained.” 

“Were you here during the battle?”  

Belle knew he was referencing New York.  It was just a couple of days after Phil had died, she learned later.  She had been evacuated and she didn’t learn the truth until days after.  “No,” she finally answered. “Some people came to get me that worked with my dad.  I guess they waited until the danger cleared before they told me.”   

“So you’ve been on your own for…” 

“Seven years.”  She sipped her coke.  “And you’ve been out of…” 

“We call it cryo.  For a little over seven years.  Funny enough, the man who took me to meet Tony and everyone was named Phil.  Good guy.”  He didn’t mention that he had died as well.  He didn’t want to invoke a sad reaction.   Their food arrived and he was fascinated at the way Belle ate.  She took a little of everything onto her fork so she could saver the bite.  

“You are adorable.”  

She swallowed.  “Adorable?” 

“The way you eat.  It’s like you want all the flavors at once.”  

“It’s the only way to eat this food. The spices are meant to be together to give you a full experience.” Steve looked at her, stunned.  “What?” 

“Why do I have the feeling that education was not your first passion.”  

Belle flushed.  “It wasn’t.  I wanted to go to culinary school.  But when dad died, I knew I needed to be able to support myself. I liked working with kids when I was a camp counselor so I figured I could be of service and do something I like to do.”  

“That’s very noble.”  

“Ahh, the All-American seal of approval.”  Belle clamped her mouth shut as soon as the words were spoken.  She looked at Steve to see his reaction and quickly looked down.  

“Isabella?” 

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to say it like that.” 

“I’m not offended.”  

She peeked at him.  “You’re not?” 

“No, sweetheart.  I’m not.” Steve smiled.  “You are the only person I know that avoids acknowledging my past.  It’s refreshing.”  

“I figured since you left that life, you didn’t want to remember it.”  

“The world is safe again.  They don’t need Captain America.  So, I moved to business.  I was good in school with numbers. And people.”  

“Would you?” 

“Would I what?” 

“Pick up the shield again?” 

“Only if I needed to.”  

“Like?” 

“To save someone I love.”  

Belle chewed on her pita to contemplate that. “So not to save the world?” 

“Is my loved one there?” 

“I guess so.” 

“Then I guess I would save the world. Again.”  

Belle smiled.  “See, that wasn’t something I would learn from history books.”  

Steve chuckled.  “I guess you’re right.” He cleared his throat.  “About the contract?” 

“I’m still doing my research.  But I have to tell you it frightens me.”  

“Which part?” 

“The punishments. The toys.”  She stopped and took a breath.  “All of it. Steve,” she took his hand, “why me?” 

Steve reached over to push back a tendril of hair that had fallen from her half ponytail.  “Because ever since you fell into my office, I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”  

“And you don’t want me just as me?” 

Steve didn’t answer.  Of course, he wanted her. She was perfect in his eyes.  Someone to fill the part of him that was missing.  A love. A partner. A wife.  But she would be a target, the one thing he would pick up the shield for. Every time.  “It’s just easier this way Isabella.” She pulled back. “Let’s just try, Isabella. One night.” 

“Just one?” 

“My, my, we are greedy, aren’t we?” he replied with a chuckle.  “Fine, a weekend.  Spend the weekend with me.”  

“A weekend.”  

“If you don’t like it, you can walk away.”  

The thought of leaving Steve hurt Belle.  But she knew he was right.  He never said he wanted more. “Ok,” she whispered.   

“I’ll still pick you up on Friday.”  

“I’m at Stark on Friday.”  

“I’ll be by.  Don’t worry about packing anything.  I have everything for you.  Let’s get you home.”  Steve offered his hand this time and she placed hers in his.  They made it to the street where Steve was hailing a cab.  

“No Bucky?” 

“He’ll meet me at your place.” The entered the cab, the silence deafening.  She didn’t know what to say.  “Tell me what you’re thinking?” 

“That I’m nervous.  And that I want to hold your hand.”  

Steve smirked but took her hand.  “It’s so small.”  

“You’re kinda over the top Mr. Rogers.” She blushed. Everywhere.  

Steve shot her a lust filled look.  “Are you flirting with me Miss Davis?”  

“I would never Mr. Rogers.  I’m a lady.”  

He got close to her ear.  “I know better, baby,” he whispered.  The actions sent shivers down her spine.  They arrived at her apartment building to see Lila and Bucky talking.  Steve paid for the cab and took Belle’s hand.  He walked her to the car.  “Friday?” 

“Friday,” she confirmed.  He bent down to place a soft kiss on her lips. 

“Sweet dreams Isabella.” 

NEXT

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saw your greatwise fic so i have to ask for them and 97

Send me a ship (or fandom) and a number between 1 & 101, and I’ll use my Spotify Wrapped as fic inspo

Healing - Fletcher

Includes references to unrequited Will/Mike because I didn't want to make Gareth the person Will was healing from but instead the person he's moving to.

“How do you do it?” Will had asked Eddie as they laid on the hood of the van and looked up at the stars.

“Do what?”

Will shifted his attention from the sky to Eddie, who was already looking at him. They’d grown close enough over the end of the school year that Will finally felt like he could ask things of Eddie that he couldn’t ask of anyone else.

“Get over someone who’s straight?”

Eddie laughed, deep in his throat and a little self-pitying. “I don’t know that I’m the best person to ask.” He looked off wistfully. “But then again, you asked how to get over them, not how to stop falling for them, so… Maybe I can help.”

These little heart-to-hearts as summer approached had certainly helped Will before. He didn’t see why this would be any different.

“I guess Step One is to decide that nothing about them is worth waiting forever for. Step Two is to look at their flaws and decide if they’d be worth putting up with if you did. Step Three, if they’re in a relationship, is to look at who they have and either focus on the ways they’re happy or reflect on why they’re unhappy. Chances are at least some of that would be the same for you, but it’s either at the expense of his girlfriend’s happiness or with an awareness of the ways yours would be lacking. Step Four is to focus on what’s good about your friendship. Because they’re always friends, aren’t they? If they aren’t, you don’t tend to need steps to get over them. Does that make sense?”

Will nodded. “Yeah, I think it does.” He sighed and turned his attention back to the sky. “For the long time, I thought he felt like I did. I thought he liked me the way that I liked him and just hadn’t realized it yet. But if he hasn’t realized it yet, I don’t think he’s ever going to.”

“Yeah, I had a hard time getting a read on Mike about that. I think you’re right. The potential could be there, but that boy is never going to figure it out.”

Will’s eyes widened. They’d taked about crushes and feelings before, but he’d never said Mike’s name in any of this. “How did you know it’s Mike?”

Eddie smiled at him ruefully. “It’s always the leader of the pack, isn’t it?”

A few moments click into place in Will’s mind—Eddie’s longing looks when he thought no one could see and too bright smiles when he was trying to impress. “I’ve never known him as well as Dustin, but I’ve always liked Steve. He’s a good guy.”

Eddie sighed and looked back at the sky. “That he is, Little Byers. That he is.”

They left it at that, but Will kept those steps in mind, muling over them whenever his ache over Mike felt a little too strong. By the time he and the others cheered for Robin, Eddie, and Nancy at graduation, that too-tight feeling in his chest had loosened. Mike threw an arm over his shoulders, and he didn’t forget how to breathe. He walked in on El and Mike kissing and didn’t even feel jealous.

Will was moving on.

“Smoke’s cleared,” he said one day to Eddie as the group sprawled out in the Byers’ backyard.

After a few seconds of Eddie’s blank look, Will glanced toward Mike where he was arguing with Lucas.

“Ah.” Eddie nodded sagely, then grinned. “Happy for you! Thinking of lighting any new fires?”

Will blushed. “I maybe have my eye on somebody, but it’s…” He coughed self-consciously. “I don’t want to set any expectations, you know?”

“Would that sentiment perhaps have anything to do with the number of times you’ve crashed band practice already this summer?”

He couldn’t duck his head fast enough, but Eddie covered his mouth, trying to hide his laughter and not draw attention. When Will glanced around, only Steve had looked at them curiously, but a gesture from Eddie had him turning away.

“I mean I do like your music,” Will said, knowing his defense wasn’t a good one.

“Especially our drums, right?”

“Shut up,” Will mumbled. He had no defense.

This time Eddie let out a full-bodied laugh, but since Will had turned away from the rest of the group, he didn’t have see their faces or try to explain anything.

When Eddie eventually calmed down, he managed to say, “At least you have good taste.”

Will sputtered, and Eddie winked at him.

“It’s not like it’s going to go anywhere.”

Eddie shrugged. “Eh, don’t be afraid to dream big. I have it on good authority that Gareth likes a certain shy nerd who hangs out at our practices.”

Will’s eyes widened. “Really?”

Grinning, Eddie nodded. “Will, you drew a picture of him playing and made him look like a total badass. He’s been hooked every since.”

Maybe moving on was easier than it seemed. Not just getting over but truly moving on.

Will was ready to find out.

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Hey! I love your writing!! Could I maybeee request a Henderson|SisterxEddie imagine where she helps Eddie study cuz Dustin begged her to and she has pretty tensed neck/shoulders and he massages it for her and she let’s some moans slip cuz it feels good and he get’s really turned on by it and has to hide his boner cut she‘s oblivious. After a few study-dates and massages they maybe kiss and the rest is up to you! This would be amazing!!!!

A/n: Thank you so much for being my first request! Sorry for taking forever to do it but I finally had the energy, so here you go! It’s a little different from the request, but besides that, I hope this is to your satisfaction!

One hell of a Study Sesh!

Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Fingering, Handjob (I don't think there's more but if so, please let me know!)

Word Count:2.5k

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“Please Y/n?!” Begged Dustin, following me down the hallway to my locker. It was lunch which means I have 3 more hours until the weekend. 

“Why are you asking me?” I asked, opening my locker, putting my books in and then grabbing my English book, shutting my locker and leaning against it, finally sparing Dustin a glance. 

“Because he really needs help! He just needs to pass this exam and he's good to finally graduate this year!” He exclaimed. 

“Plus, you’re like the smartest person I know!” He added, with a smile on his face. 

I rolled my eyes, starting to walk to the cafeteria, Dustin once again following me, “You’re just saying that because I’m your sister.” I said. 

“Finee, ok, yes, that's true but I don’t know anyone else who’s a senior and good with english!” He said, throwing his hand up. 

“Well, what about steve?” I asked my younger brother. 

He ran in front of me, opening the cafeteria door for me, “He can’t, he's busy this weekend and the test is Monday. And he’s not that fond of Eddie” he said, walking beside me. 

I walk towards the lunch line, seeing what they have, my eyes immediately falling on a Turkey sandwich, a bag of lays and a coke. Putting them on my tray and waiting for the 4 people in front of me to pay so I can finally sit down and eat. 

“Please please please Y/n?! Just this once!” He begged, putting his hands together in a prayer motion. 

I sighed, “If I do it, what's in it for me?” I ask, pulling out my wallet as I'm the next person in line. 

“I'll clean your bathroom for 2 weeks?!” He asked.

“Add my half of the dishes to it and I'll do it!” I said, paying the lady and grabbing my tray. Walking over to Robin and Steve. 

“Yes! Thank you! Love you, you’re the best sister ever!” He yelled, hugging me and rushing off to the Hellfire club table where Eddie is moving his hands around dramatically and the guys are laughing. 

Finally sitting down, I close my eyes for a second before opening them and digging into my sandwich. 

“What was that about?”Asked Robin. 

“D wants me to tutor Munson for English. I guess his exam is Monday and he needs a bit of extra help.” I said, opening my chips and shoving a few in my mouth. 

“Oh yeah, Steve was telling me how Dustin asked him but he can't because, get this, he has a date Sunday!” She exclaimed, elbowing steve. 

He rolled his eyes and shrugged, “Yeah so? I like this girl, she's cool and nice and so I asked her out. She said yes and now we’re going out on Sunday.” He said nonchalantly, hiding the smile that was trying to come out. 

I smiled and leaned over, giving his hand a squeeze, “Congrats Steve, I’m glad you found somebody.” I said with an encouraging smile. 

He nodded in thanks and continued eating. 

Robin got up and threw her trash away, grabbing her bag and swinging it over her shoulder. “I gotta head to history early, I need to do some extra credit to bring my grade from a C- to a B-. See ya!” She said, kissing my head and waving at Steve. 

Finishing my lunch as well, I stand up to throw it away and grab my bag as well, “The bell rings in five minutes and I gotta go see when Munson wants to do this. I'll see you after school.” I said to Steve, waving bye as he got up and threw his trash away.

Walking over to the Hellfire Club table, it was rowdy as hell, I cleared my throat making it known I was there. 

They all stop and look at me. I nod, “Munson” I said as a greeting. 

He smiled, nodding as well, “Older Henderson! What can I do for you on this fine afternoon?” He asked. 

“Dustin asked me if I could tutor you in English or something, I just want to know when you want to do it. I'm free today after school.” I said, “Or we can do it this weekend, I don’t really care when we do it” I said, looking bored and just wanting to get to class. 

He nodded and looked at Dustin who smiled awkwardly at him, “How about tonight at 7:30? My place?” He asked, standing up as the bell had rung. 

I nodded, “Sounds good.” I turned to Dustin, “Still want me to pick you up from Hellfire tonight?” I ask him. He nods. 

I smile and kiss his cheek, ruffling his hair. “Alright! See you later little bro!” I said. “Hellfire Club members!” I nodded. Turning away and walking out the cafeteria to my English class. 

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*After School*

I sigh and walk out of class and towards the parking lot. Not needing to stop by my locker since I'm tutoring Eddie later. 

I spot Steve waiting next to my car with Robin. I'm giving him a ride to the auto shop so he can pick up his car and take him and Robin to work. 

“Alright guys! Let's get going, I have 4 and a Half hours to study after dropping you off before I have to head to Munsons and tutor him” I said, unlocking the car and getting in. 

They get in as well, “Where’s this place again?” I asked Steve. 

“Up the road and then take a left, then when we hit the light, turn left again, there should be a parking lot, thats where it's at.” He said. I nodded and started driving. 

Steve leaned over and pushed in the CD that was already in my radio, Separate Ways by Journey starts playing. 

He shakes his head, lowering the volume, “I can’t believe you like this crap.” He said. 

I look at him offended, “Journey is NOT crap!” I said. 

He just laughs and sjakes his head. 

A couple minutes later I pulled into the parking lot, pulled to the side and put the car in park. 

They get out. Shutting his door, Steve leans down, “I'll call you later ok?” He asks. I nod, saying bye to him and Robin. 

Heading home, I walked into the house, put my keys on the table and then, walked upstairs and into my room, dropping my bag on the floor and falling face first on my bed, groaning. Looking at the clock I see it's only 3:30. 

Deciding since I'm gonna have to study Munson later, I'll take a small nap instead of studying. I can do that tomorrow. 

Setting an alarm for 5:00pm, I get under the covers and relax my body, feeling my muscles ache for some odd reason. 

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Hearing my alarm go off, I groan and turn over, turning it off. I layed in bed for a good 10 minutes before I decided to get up and take a quick shower before eating some dinner. 

Walking to the bathroom, I turn on the water and step in, quickly washing my hair and body. 

Stepping out and into a towel, I go to my room and change into a matching dark gray lace set. Then I throw on some gray sweatpants and a plain white shirt. Looking at the clock I see it's only 5:30, so I make some dinner and then head up to my room to study for a bit. 

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Getting lost in my History book, I look over at the clock and see it's almost 7. Setting it down, I open my backpack to make sure everything to help Eddie is in there and then head downstairs, grabbing my keys off the table. I walk out, yelling to my mom that i’m going to pick up Dustin and that I’ll be back later. 

Getting in the car, I throw my bag in the back seat and head over to the school. Pulling into the parking lot 10 minutes later, just in time to see Dustin walk out with Mike and Lucas. 

“Hey Y/n, can we give a ride to Lucas and Mike too? I know it’s last minute but Nancy was their ride and she had to do something.” Dustin asks. I nodded, “Sure D. Get in dorks, I gotta be at Eddies in 15 minutes.” I said as they all piled in the back seats, Dustin in the front. 

Pulling out the Parking lot, I dropped Lucas off first since he was the closest and then Mike a couple minutes later. 

Finally pulling up to the house, I put the car in park and turned to Dustin, “Tell mom I’ll be home around 9 or 9:30.” I said, he nodded and gave me a thumbs up. 

He gets out of the car and waves bye, rushing up the steps of the house. Once I made sure he was inside, I pulled out and made my way to the trailer park. 

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10 minutes later, I’m standing in front of his door just about to knock when it opens. His uncle stops for a sec before walking around me and down the steps, “Hey Y/n, he’s in his room. Goodluck!” He jokes, I laugh and walk in, towards what I think is his room. Well hearing Metallica playing on the other side of the door, I can only assume. 

I knock, waiting a sec. Hearing a slight ‘Come in’ over the music, I open the door and walk in. 

He’s sitting on the bed in sweatpants and his Hellfire shirt getting his English book out of his backpack along with his notebook and a pen. 

“Hey” I said, sitting next to him and pulling out my own notebook. 

“Hey” He mumbles, eyebrows furrowing, trying to figure something out. 

I smile a little, thinking how he looks kinda cute when he does that. Handing him my notebook with notes, I tell him to copy them and when he’s done I'll explain them to him. 

While he does that I walk around his room, admiring the posters on his wall and his beautiful guitar. 

Moving my arm to lightly graze over the strings, I hiss, rubbing my shoulders to ease them. 

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asks, putting the notebook down and walks over to me. 

“Oh nothing, my shoulders just ache and little. Must be from my backpack” I said shrugging it off. 

“Hmmm, I could massage them for you?” He says, “Not if that’s weird or something but when I was little my mom used to do this thing with her thumbs to help me fall asleep.” He quickly added. 

I thought about it for a moment before nodding. Walking back over to the bed and sitting down. 

He crawls up behind, slowly moving my hair to the side and putting his hands on my shoulder. 

Right when he starts messaging my shoulders, I feel a sense of relief and let out a small groan. 

He pauses for a second before continuing, digging his thumbs in but not too hard. My eyes roll into the back of my head, not realizing I let a little moan slip out. He tenses, and slowly comes to a stop. When I open my eyes back up, I realize he hasn’t moved from his spot behind me. When I go to turn around, he quickly grabs my shoulders, stopping me. 

“Wait, I- hold on” He says, his voice sounding strained. 

“Are you okay Eddie?” I ask, feeling concerned and turned around anyways only to see his eyes closed and a pillow over his lap. 

Taking a moment to look at him, I realize why he looks like this. Slowly and carefully, I grab and remove the pillow from his lap. He opens his eyes and looks at me with wide eyes. 

“Y-Y/n, wait, I can explain,” He started but I cut him off my leaning towards him, lightly bruising my lips against his, nervous if I'm going too far. But when he leans in the rest of the way, smashing his mouth on to mine, I know I didn’t. 

Crawling into his lap, still kissing him, I move my hands down and start to palm over him, he groans against my lips, moving his own down my neck, sucking on my collarbone. 

Tugging his pants down a little, just enough for his dick to pop out, I start to pump him up and down slowly, using the pre cum that leaked out to help. 

He jerks in my hand, moaning against my neck as I slowly start to move my hand faster. I lean down a little, pressing little kisses to his neck. 

“F-Fuckkk” He moans, spilling his seed all over my hands and shirt. 

I keep pumping him slowly until he’s done, he leans against me for a few seconds to catch his breath.

“God, that was so good.” He whispers, lifting his head to look at me. I smile and lean towards him a little. 

He leans in and rests his forehead against mine. His hands move down from my hip to the top of my sweats. 

He looks into my eyes as his hand slides into my pants and rubs me over my panties. I moan, jerking in his hand. 

“So wet for me Y/n.” He says, circling my clit. 

“O-ohhh” I can’t even get any words out. 

He moves my panties to the side to rub his thumb up and down my slit. 

Feeling it graze over my hole, I whimper, clenching around nothing. 

He smirks, noticing. Leaning back, he turns me around and pulls my back against his chest. 

Putting his hand into my pants again, he uses his other hand under my shirt and pulls down my bra cup, rolling my nipple between his fingers. 

I lay my head back, resting it on his shoulder.

His hand in my pants grazes over my hole again, slowly pushing a finger inside. 

I groaned, turning my head to face his neck, lightly biting it. 

Adding another finger into the mix, he moved the hand from under my shirt to circle my clit. 

Trembling under him, I feel my orgasm start to build up. 

“Eddie! Oh my god! I'm gonna cum!”I said loudly. 

“You’re gonna cum? Ohhh such a good girl. Cum for me Y/n.” He encouraged me. 

One more thrust of his fingers and I'm coming undone all over his hands. 

Jerking my hips up and down form overstimulation, he slowly takes his fingers out, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. 

 I couldn't help but watch in amazement. He hums in approval. 

“So good babe.” He says, looking down at me. 

Feeling my face flush, I go to sit up, only for him to pull me back. 

“Now hold on a second. How about, you call Dustin and tell him you’re staying with Robin tonight, I’m not done with you yet.” He says, a smirk on his face. 

I can only nod, standing up of trembling legs and going to his phone. 

He looks down at the abandoned English book and notebooks, chuckling. 

I look at him and then the books and laugh, “That was one hell of a study sesh!” He exclaims. 

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Please don't be afraid to send more request! Any ideas on who to write about will be awesome! Im aiming to write about Bucky Barned next, what do you think?! <3

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Hi, I saw you are accepting requests, and I read A la Velocidad de la Luz, it was amazing! I was thinking about they as parents, maybe reader's dream about having those 6 Nuggets with Steve and traveling to California being real would be great? I mean I'd like to see all the story but with this idea i'll be super happy, only if you like it, of course!

This is a very cute idea! I kinda wanted to add some babysitting munson but I'm still not sure lol, I kept it simple tho. Hope you like this one!

Remember to read this content warning before reading.

First part here and second part here

A la Velocidad de la Luz (at the Speed of light) | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

"Robin called, said she'll be in Malibu by the time we get there," you said, trying to fix your hair while the trailer was in motion.

"Yeah, did you tell her she'll be the official nanny for the next week?" Steve asked, flipping through radio stations.

You chuckled while starting to braid Alice's long brown hair.

"She's aware. She and Vicki can't wait to babysit and do auntie duties," you expertly finished your daughter's hairdo, and she happily went to her seat behind the trailer to start playing with her twin, Jo.

You and Steve started having babies more than a decade ago. It wasn't exactly planned; you just got tired of the pills. One day, after a year and a half of marriage, you woke up and broke the news to Steve.

"Babe?"

"Mmhm," he murmured while sipping coffee from his mug.

Your sexy police officer husband was standing there with his hip against the counter and the paper in his hand.

" I stopped taking the pills, remember? You said whenever I feel ready, I just had to tell you? Well, I'm ready."

He took his eyes away from whatever he was reading and slowly moved to meet yours as he carefully studied you. In silence, he left his mug and newspaper on the counter and took his radio from the center table of your kitchen. He pressed a button without breaking eye contact.

"Central, this is Sergeant Harrington, do you copy? Over."

"Hey, Sarge Stevie, this is Jane Hopper helping out today in Central. Is everything okay? Over."

Steve smiled, and you copied his gesture. Jane started working at the central station during her summers when she graduated high school a couple of years ago. A way for Hopper to teach her the sense of responsibility and set healthy boundaries between her and Mike. It was a pretty good idea, to be honest.

"Hey El, do me a favor, could ya'? Tell your dad I'll be out of duties this morning for personal reasons. Imma explain to him later, over."

"Is everything okay? Over."

Steve combed his hair back and smiled.

"Yeah, honey, just a little thing here I need to take care of. Just tell your dad that, copy."

"Okay, just remember, friends don't lie. I'll tell my father, but he won't be happy, Mom's got him on a new diet, and it's driving him nuts, copy."

Steve laughed.

"I can imagine that. Thanks for the favor. See you soon, copy."

"10-4, have a great morning. Tell your pretty girl I love her. Out."

Then the line was dead, and as soon as the conversation ended, Steve quickly turned off the radio and took a couple of steps to get closer to you. You embraced his neck, standing on your tiptoes while smiling playfully.

"So, I'm guessing I'm the little thing you need to take care of?"

He caressed your back until his hands were on your butt and smiled back.

"Of course, mama, we need to fix this not-being-pregnant-yet situation," he finally said, taking you in his arms while you let out a giggle, and he started walking upstairs.

Nine months later, on March 12th, 1992, your first girl, Emma Chrissy Harrington, came into the world to be the protagonist of her father's worries and cares. She was now sitting in the back of the trailer with her headphones on, reading your old books while moving his feet covered in the combat boots her godfather gave her on her birthday. After one year of having her, you and Steve welcomed your first son James, who was born with his father's beautiful eyes and your hair. Steve often says he's gonna be a charmer, but you think he already is. You and Steve struggled a little to adjust to having two totally different babies in the house, and Steve got promoted to Captain, which was a big responsibility, so you decided to hold off on baby-making for a while. You enjoyed being a mother of two for that time; they were so different, with Emma being chaotic and creative, learning to play the drums before even being potty-trained, courtesy of his uncle Eddie, and James being the calmest and most advanced baby, talking, teething, and walking at a very early stage. He's now into photography and loves his uncle Johnny. When Emma was 4 and James 3, you and Steve welcomed Elizabeth. She was born prematurely and was a very delicate baby until doctors told you she was born with diabetes, so she has to follow a strict treatment. Other than that, she is a smart and strong 7-year-old girl who likes dresses and her piano lessons. By that time, you were a family of 5, and frankly, everything felt easier than with the first two babies. That made you both think that where's five, why can't be six, right? Just that in your next pregnancy, you discovered you were expecting your twins; Alice and Jo-Anne. They're just 5, so they are into bugs, drawing, and dogs.

They were very wild years, with Steve being promoted from Chief Assistant to Chief, with Hopper handing Steve the torch as he always wanted, and you with a little tour on the East Coast to promote your new novel and signing meetings. You couldn't take the vacation of your dreams until this year, once Steve got used to his new job and you just finished your last book so you could be focused more on the family time, he finally bought the camper you both always dreamed about and traveled through the country during the summer.

Uncle Eddie was waiting for you in his big-ass mansion that he was preparing to receive the whole crowd.

"Is he moving?" Steve asked while he moved his hand and placed it over your bump.

You smiled.

"Yep, he will be just like his dad; unstoppable."

He then smiled back.

"Babe?"

"Uh?" you hummed starting to open a new book your editor recommended to you.

"Just… you look amazing."

"I'm bigger, Harrington. Bigger and swollen," you reminded him.

He moved his hand, caressing your bump.

"You get prettier with every pregnancy."

You rolled your eyes.

"And you get more delusional," you joked, looking for the right page to start your reading while your other hand took his.

You kept in silence while you could hear the kids playing in the back of the camper.

"Babe?" Steve repeated and let out a relieved laugh.

"Huh?" you replied with the same sound.

"We made it, babe," he said with pride coming through his voice. "The whole plan. You and me, The six nuggets. The camper. We are freaking parents of happy and cool kids. We won."

Yep, you did.

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