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#all I am trying to do is work on this Steve with his comfort Care Bears story that I started in April when I found out they hqd waffles
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Timeless - Part 1: "An Antique Shop"
"Down the block there's an antique shop, and something in my head said "stop", so I walked in..."
Summary: It's the kind of love you find once in a lifetime, the kind of love you don't put down, and somehow, you know you would've found each other in every life.
'Timeless' Chapter List | The Grumpy Sunshine Series
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"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes," you dramatically sigh into your phone. You appreciated Sam's concern, but the truth was you just missed Bucky. You miss him so much it aches deep in your ribcage. You'd never gone this long without him being by your side, and while sometimes missions like that couldn't be helped, you couldn't help just how badly you missed your person. "I told you, I just felt like getting out today."
"I'm just a little worried about you."
"And I appreciate you checking on me, but I'm really fine, Sam. I'm just walking around, hopefully, it'll take my mind off James."
"He'll be home before you know it," Sam reminds you for the dozenth time. 
"I know," you softly exhale, ambling down the quiet streets of Upstate New York. "It's just- this is the longest we've ever gone apart, it sorta sucks."
"I can't believe it's been two months. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually miss him. No one's yelled at me in 8 weeks. No one's told me to shut up. Or tried to kill Redwing," Sam continues listing, though his inflection lifts from sad to upbeat and cheery, "What am I saying? This is great! This is-"
"Sam," you halfheartedly admonish. 
"I'm just kidding," Sam teases. "Kinda."
You shove your hands in your pockets, wedging your phone in the crook of your neck, "He said they're trying to wrap things up, so I'm hoping he'll be back soon."
"I hope so too," Sam quietly agrees. "For you, I mean. I don't miss him at all."
You playfully roll your eyes at him, "Sam..."
"I miss him so much," Sam finally admits with a loud groan, "I can't believe it's been eight weeks! I'm so bored. There's no one here to mess with. There's no one to pull pranks on. What the hell am I supposed to do with my free time?"
"I know, I know," you console Sam. "I miss him too."
"Are you sure you're okay?" Sam practically whines. "Because I hate him half the time and I miss the grumpy bastard."
You chuckle, a faint smile tugging at the corner of your mouth, "I'm fine, I promise. I'll call you when I'm on my way back."
"Alright, be careful."
You stuff your phone back in your pocket and continue your lonely walk. The streets are quaint. The store fronts even more so. It's a comforting place to be when comfort ran scarce in the last few weeks. 
You missed him. There was no other way to put it. Your heart yearns for his presence. You wanted him back home, safe, and with you. 
But sometimes, these things just couldn't be helped. You knew that. Sometimes, it was you on the other line with Bucky impatiently waiting for your safe return home. Right now, it was your turn to put on a brave face for him. All you could do is remind him that you would be there waiting for the moment that he made it back home to you.
It was a small price to pay for the kind of love you only find once in a lifetime. 
But still, eight weeks was starting to really hurt.
It didn't help that your own work was uncharacteristically slow. Your own assignments ground to a vicious halt while everyone else was off working around the clock. It was a cruel irony that everything seemed to come to a halt without Bucky by your side. 
You did everything possible to keep yourself busy, to keep your mind off his absence. 
You spent days with Sam, doing your best to entertain yourselves with your shortage of work and a missing member of your trio. 
Trained with Natasha. 
Meditated with Bruce. 
Listened to Steve telling old war stories. 
You even went on an early morning run with Sam - that was how desperate you were to fill your time. 
With only the sounds of your shoes against the cobblestone filling your ears, you stroll down the empty streets.
Today hurt more than any of the other days. You'd woken up in a cold, lonely bed. The weight of his absence felt like lead in your bones, making it hard for you to even get out of bed. Your apartment was one giant reminder that you were all alone. The Compound wasn't any better. Everything screamed his name. His presence was nowhere, but his absence was everywhere. 
So you took off. To find some place where it hurt just a little less. 
Down the block, you see an antique shop that catches your eye. Something in your head tells you to stop, there's something calling you inside, and you don't fight that feeling. You shrug to yourself, what was there to lose?
A bell softly dings above you as you amble into the antique shop.
And it's like you're transported to a different place, a different time, somewhere where it hurts a little less. You'll take the relief wherever you can get it. 
Your eyes rake over the old shop, your eyes don't know what to take in first. It overwhelms you, all these precious things forgotten by time. 
Boxes lined the counter, book lined shelf after shelf, knick knacks and little trinkets filled the store from top to bottom. A cardboard box sitting beside the register with a small sign that said 25 cents each calls your attention as you amble shuffle through the store. You peek inside and see dozens of photographs.
You smile down at the black and white pictures, each one takes you to a time and place you didn't know but to a feeling you know with your entire being. You remind yourself to take a closer look before you leave.
You keep strolling through the shop. It doesn't seem like there's a rhyme or reason to any of it. 
Your eyes rake over the shelves and shelves of books. An unexpected clang of an unseen grandfather clock startles you. It's when you jolt that your eye catches a brown leather bound book calls out you. You gently stroke the embossed spine of the book, a thin layer of dust covering the gilded title.
"That's my favorite."
You flinch, startled by the sudden proximity of the unfamiliar voice, "Huh?"
"The book." A kind, graying woman appears from behind one of the shelves. You smile at her. There's something strangely familiar about her that you can't quite put your finger on. She nods to the book on the shelf, "It's one of my favorites."
"What is it?"
She plucks the book from it's place on the shelf, placing it in your hands, "It's about a couple in the 1500's, off in a foreign land, torn apart by fate."
You frown down at the book, "How were they torn apart?"
"She engaged to another man."
Your lips press into a tight smile. "Oh."
"It's a fantastic story. It's yours, if you like."
Your eyes snap up to her, "Really? You don't have to-"
"I insist." She offers a warm smile, patting your hand, "You look like you could use a bit of cheering up."
"I'm really missing someone right now," you explain. "He'll be back soon, but I- I just miss him."
"Tell me about him."
"Oh, he's perfect," you sigh, walking through the store with the shopkeeper just beside you. "I couldn't ask for a better person. He was a little rough around the edges when we first met but we just work. It's just - he's just -"
"It's the sort of love you find once in a lifetime."
"Exactly." You smile at the woman. It sounds like she speaks from experience. You look around the store. There's so much tucked in each nook and cranny of the store that you wonder how all this found its way to this little store in upstate New York. You could hardly imagine all the stories that could be told here. "This place is incredible."
"I'm very proud of it. Each and every piece was found by myself or my husband."
You softly exhale, "Wow..."
The two of you amble through the store together as the shopkeeper tells you story after story about her and her husband's adventures from their youth. You're not sure how long you're there. If the slowly setting sun in the store window is any indication, it's been at least a couple hours. Though you have a sneaking suspicion that there's so many more stories that you could hear, you know you should be on your way. 
You peek into the box of photographs, asking the shopkeeper, "Do you know anything about these?"
She smiles at you, nodding as she begins to tell you the story of each of those photos that called out to you.
You listen to her every word. Though you've just met her, you don't doubt that every word she tells you is the truth. You can see it in each of the photos. Each a love like yours. A love that you find once in a lifetime. A love that you don't put down. A love that time could not break. Somehow, you know that they all lasted a lifetime.
You know because for a split second, you can only see yourself. You and Bucky. Together. A love meant for the ages. For a moment, you swear you're living each and every one of their love stories.
School lovers at a dance.
On a crowded street in 1944.
In the 1500's, off in a foreign land.
A graying couple on their front porch. 
There's no proof but you just know, they were timeless...
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xhoneygirlxx · 7 months
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Eddie Munson x Fem Reader
summary: Eddie shows you the eight wonder of the world. his mouth.
warnings: reader and eddie are 18+, established relationship, fluff, Eddie being a munch. nicknames/pet names used (baby, honey, sweetheart, etc.) MINORS DNI 18+ smut: fem oral receiving, blowjobs mentioned, talks of past sexual experiences, praise/body worship, swearing. *Skin Color/Ethnicity not mentioned! not proofread, spelling errors and horrible writing.
if I miss anything plz lmk!
a/n: hello my loves! thank you all for the kind words and reactions on my last couple of posts! as you all know smut is not my forte but I felt the need to write this. am I projecting??? maybe but we’re gonna pretend that i'm not :)
The low hum of Steve Nicks’ voice plays through Eddie’s room, the soundtrack of your makeout session with your boyfriend. Orange glow from the late afternoon sun comes through the window, an angelic glow casting around the frizz of the mentalhead’s hair.
It started as an innocent day, hanging out together in a comfortable silence in his room. Him doodling in his notebook and you flipping through one of his old comic books. Somewhere along the way a featherlight touch turned into shared giggles, sitting in his lap turned into a chaste kiss, and it ended up with him in between your parted knees, kissing like his life depended on it.
A curtain of curls block out the skylight, tender lips on yours like melted honey, and big hands roaming down the expanse of your body. When Eddie moves away from your mouth, he takes the oxygen from your lungs with him and you whimper at the loss.
"Gonna let me have a taste of you, pretty girl?" Big doe eyes shine down to you, way too eager and excited. Your stomach twists into knots, the training you put yourself through in case of this moment, has all been for nothing. What do you say to the man that hovers over you with so much love in his eyes?
"How about I suck you off instead, hmm?" You try to come off as sensual but instead you sound scared.
It's an offer that you've made so many times over the short course of your relationship with Eddie. This was your first real relationship besides the eight grade love affair you had with Simon Willard. That only lasted a week.
You weren't anywhere near a virgin, that so called sacred part of yourself is now in the possession of a random boy you met on vacation before your senior year. Hookups weren't uncommon to you but what was uncommon to you was the affection you received during the sex.
People you've hooked up with never really cared to get you nice and ready the way Eddie does, prepping you with two or more fingers, working you open so that it doesn't hurt going in. Guys didn't care if you got off or not, they were just looking for a hole to fill and someone who wouldn't get clingy.
You had guy friends, including Eddie before you started dating, and you heard the horror stories they had of going down on a girl. It was never in mean spirit, although the discussion should've stayed in the bedroom, but it still scared you shitless. How one girl didn't properly take care of herself, causing the smell to be rancid. This girl didn't wipe the right way, leaving scraps of toilet paper down there. And the one that really settled itself into your brain, was how good or bad a girl tasted.
Of course you, and all of your guy friends, knew that girls didn't taste like ice cream, or strawberries, or candy. It was made up, another bullshit beauty standard for woman to worry about.
You had paid attention to the way guys would ask you if you wanted it done. The way they would sigh and roll their eyes like it was the biggest task of their lives. You would end up telling them that you're more of a giver than receiver, and that you just weren't interested in that whole thing. When they would release a breath of relief you would fill with shame, almost like you were the one who requested it to be done and had been turned down. The embarrassment of rejection you didn't even ask for.
So when you and Eddie first had sex as boyfriend and girlfriend, you made it your mission to never let that horrid question come from his mouth. You always made sure to offer him head first, and if it looked like he was about to ask, you'd simply tell him you couldn't wait anymore.
Now here you are, under him, ready and willing to take him in your mouth, and he's gotten the question out before you could beat him to the punch.
"Ya know I will never say no to that, sweetheart. But-"
Uh oh. That's the word that comes before a life or death sentence. It's hanging heavy over you, the once comfortable silence is now killing you. Squeezing all of the air out of your body, limbs going numb with the loss of circulation, all the while your ears ring like an explosion has gone off.
"I want to return the favor." It's so sincere when he says it and it makes you want to cry. A boyish smile taking over his mouth, deep dimples appearing on the fat of his cheeks.
You must look like you've seen a ghost because the pretty smile that was written on his face is now taken over by worry.
"I mean, I don't have to. It's just- I feel like," Eddie's a panicked mess, backing his face further away from your own. The small bubble of love that the two of you created has now been popped with your own doubts and fears.
"I don't want to make you uncomfortable, I just thought I could make you feel good s'all." The confident man that you know all too well is now reduced to a fumbling and anxious person. His fingers work at the chunky silver ring on his finger, twisting and twisting and twisting it around.
"You just always, I don't know. It just always seems like you never ask for head and I just wanted to offer it to you, I guess."
The whiskey eyes that never left your gaze won't even look at you anymore. Focusing on that damn ring that goes faster and faster the longer you wait to respond. You want to run and hide. Dig a deep hole and never come out. Your lovely boyfriend who's done nothing but treat you like the queen of the goddamn universe, now thinks he's made you uncomfortable.
Embarrassment rushes through your veins, throat closing with the grip of shame making it harder to breathe. Tears prick your eyes, hot and heavy, ready to fall at the drop of a dime. You feel so guilty for not just telling him the truth, for not saying all the concerns that you had. Even before you started dating Eddie always confided in you, telling you the deepest secrets that kept him up at night and you couldn't even tell him this one thing.
"I'm embarrassed." It comes out in a sniffle, lip wobbling beneath the teeth that hold it down, trying to make it go away.
"I'm just embarrassed I won't be good. That I'll be another conversation for you and the boys to drink to. Will I taste good? Do I smell weird? Does it look pretty? All of these questions circle my brain and I'm so fucking scared that you won't like me anymore." It comes out like word vomit, so fast and uneven in tone that you're not sure if it even made sense.
You don't have time to think it over anyway, Eddie's too quick putting his hands on your cheeks, gently making you look up at him. The same kind eyes that you always see meet yours. Thumbs gentle swipe the fat tears off of your face, his cold hands extinguish the flames of your skin.
"Honey, I promise you I would never, ever do some dumb shit like that. What the guys and I talk about is irrelevant, half the time they don't even know what they're talking about. I felt the same way when you wanted to suck me off the first time, every single question you ask yourself is what I ask myself." Eddie's eyes are searching yours, looking and waiting to see the dread leave your head.
"Like I said before, I would never want you to be uncomfortable but if you're okay with it, I'd really," He places a gentle kiss on your forehead, "really," he continues to place more delicate kisses around your face, "really love to make you feel so fucking good."
When he's done, he looks back down to you with a dopey smile, he's low and hazy drunk off of you. A smile tugs on your own lips, so warm and fuzzy off of him. You know he means it and you feel sad that you even questioned him. Childish laughter rings out between the two of you when he pinches your sides, tickling out the stiffness in your body.
When the laughter dies down, he asks you again by cocking his eyebrow up in question. Nodding your head, you give him a confident yes, something you didn't feel the first time he asked.
Moving down your body, trails of kisses are left on your skin, mapping out his journey to your center. When he reaches the hem of your pants, he looks up to you once more waiting for a reply. Encouraging him to go further, his chilled fingers douses the warmth radiating off of you.
Leaving you only in your polka dot designed panties, Eddie teases you by running his fingers up and down your thighs.
"I gotta say bub, I love the pink dots. Top notch fashion if I don't say so myself." Eddie jokes and it makes you giggle. Swatting lightly at him, he returns the laughter.
"I'm not lying, I swear! If only you know what you do to me." As much of a joker Eddie is, he was never one to joke about your beauty. He found everything you did, said, and wore so fucking breathtaking and flawless, he'd probably get hard from the sight of you in a Tin Man costume.
"If you, at any time, want me to stop just tell me. I won't get mad, just let me know, okay?" Eyebrows scrunched with seriousness, Eddie makes sure to be loud and clear with his instructions.
"I promise, Eds." You say and he takes that as the green light.
Eddie's index finger teases your cloth slit, running up and down so slowly it feels like torture. When you lift your hips looking for more friction he snorts lightly.
"Patience, my love." His fingers continue to dance over your panties, running back to the top of the band and pulling them down in a swift motion.
When the cool air hits your wet seat, you whimper slightly at the feeling. Eddie has seen your pussy multiple times, but when he spreads it with his fingers, you can't help but feel shy, closing your legs around his arm.
"Don't go shy on me, baby. I just wanna see the prettiest picture I've ever seen." His eyes are still trained on the glistening of your sex, glimmering like bright pools of water.
It feels like an hour of no movement from Eddie before he goes to change his position between your legs. Shuffling back on his knees, he picks your thighs up to place on his shoulders as he lays on his stomach.
Still having doubts, you lean up on your elbows, watching your boyfriend to see what his reaction is. To your surprise, he looks like a kid in a candy store, awe and wonder swimming around in the big brown pools of his eyes.
When an obscene sniff rings through the air, you can't help but cringe a little. Waiting for him to look repulsed, you're again astonished when all your met with is a feral look.
Very tentatively, he runs his flat tongue from your hole to the top of your clit. Moaning deeply, he moves his gave up to you. A smirk breaks out on his features, so devilishly and mischievously.
"Oh baby, you have no fucking clue how good you taste." There is no questioning in his cadence. It's smug and cocky and it makes you shiver with need.
Repeating his motions from before, you mewl at the feeling, lifting your hips again. The chuckle that comes from Eddie vibrates off of you, make you move you squirm. Reaching his strong hands around your thighs, he holds you in place with his firm grip.
When the wet muscle breaches your needy hole, you fall back onto the bed moaning out in pleasure. He works your open with it, flicking it in and out efficiently.
Pulling out of you, he moves up to your bundle of nerves. Starting slowly, he circles around once or twice, before working it in figure eights.
You melt into the bed like a popsicle on a hot summers day. There's not a single thought in your head other than the feeling of his mouth. You're a livewire come to life, so sensitive and lost in the haze of pleasure.
You think this is the precipice of ecstasy but then one of his thick fingers enter you and his mouth sucks hard on your pulsing clit.
It feels like fireworks on the fourth of July, bright and explosive, big loud bangs ringing out into the night sky. It's like the feeling of going down the big drop on a rollercoaster, tingling deep in your belly and a rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins. It's like winning first place, heartwarming and shocking all at the same time.
You feel all these things at the same time, every single one of them caused by the actions of your boyfriends mouth. It's overwhelming and so fucking delicious but you can't say anything than cry out in bliss.
Letting go of your clit with a pop, Eddie's head pokes up at you like an excited puppy. "S'it feel good baby?" You want to answer, you really do but the way he sneaks a second finger into you and crooks them at the perfect angle makes you lose all motor skills.
"Awe, honey" he coos mockingly, "Is it that good?"
"S'good Eds, so good." You're a blubbering, crying mess. So hooked on the feeling of him, hooking on the feeling of how he made you feel.
He doesn't say anything else, too busy pushing his face back between your legs. His motions go faster, fingers hitting that sweet spot inside of you that he only managed to find, his mouth switching between motions, driving you closer to the edge as he does.
The string in your belly is pulling tighter and tighter, barley hanging together by a thread. You're a thrashing, sweaty mess on his bed, gripping the pillow underneath your head that your knuckles will probably be stuck in that position. You don't care, not when he's moving his head back and forth, slurping up your wetness like a handmade milkshake.
It's filthy, down right dirty the way it sounds. The noises that carry out into his room echo so loud the neighbors could probably hear. The squelch of your wetness being pounded into by his hand, the way he's drinking you up like a dehydrated plant, the moans that escape out of your parted lips.
"Eddie, please. FUCK, please." You're blathering at him, not even sure at what you're asking for.
Separating himself from you again, he continues working his fingers deep into you.
"You wanna cum, pretty girl? S'that it? Wanna cum all over my fingers?" You moan louder in response, clenching around him harder as you do.
"Go ahead, be a good good and cum for me. Come on, honey. Cum for me." That's all you need to hear before you're hurtling off the edge of your release.
You release with a silent cry, all the air being punched right out of you. Your body feels weightless, like you were thrown up into the clouds and not being able to come down.
Your whole body shakes, tears streaming down your face, all while your hole pulses and quivers around Eddie's fingers. A gush of wetness coats his fingers, a big puddle under your ass, leaving another stain on his bed seats.
He watches in awe as you hit your peak, how your back arches off of the bed and how you look so fucking perfect like this. The shy girl that never got experience this kind joy, now swims in the ocean of euphoria of the climax. He feels so lucky to witness this, to be the first and last person to ever see you this vulnerable.
Eddie wishes he could paint this moment, make a portrait of the way your kiss bitten lips form the perfect O, make the brushstrokes of your hair and some of it sticks to your sweaty face. You're so beautiful and he doesn't know how blessed to be yours.
When you float back down to earth, to the springy mattress of Eddie's, you take a moment to catch your breath. When he removes his fingers from you, you weakly hiss from movement and he offers a quiet sorry.
Moving back up to his knees, he hovers over you and smiles brightly down at you. Smiling weakly back at you, he uses the hand that's not supporting his weight to place it on your jaw. His thumb brushes back and forth and you melt right into it.
"How was that?" Pink tints his cheeks, grinning ear to ear.
You chuckle weakly, shaking your head in disbelief.
"I think I went to outer space for a second there."
A booming laugh leaves his chest and it makes you smile even harder. Your heart feels so full and so happy. You're so in love with him and it makes you delirious. You want to see him like this for the rest of your life, big smiles and even big laughter, so pretty and delicate only for you.
"Well I'm glad you enjoyed yourself there, space cadet." Leaning down to press his lips to yours, your soak in the feeling of it. When he moves away you pout at him, and he bops you on the nose with his finger.
"I was thinkin' I could return the favor, big boy." You whisper seductively.
"Oh baby, that sounds wonderful but-," He makes eye contact with you, "I need to be in you like yesterday because that, right there was the hottest thing I've ever witness."
"I happen to be a romantic. So I shall wait until my fair maiden is okay to resume our activities." Closing his eyes with pride, he places a hand on his heart.
Hiding your face with your hands, you bust out laughing at his little antics and when you peek between his fingers you see his teeth flashing back at you. Removing your hands from your face, you tuck a loose tendril behind his ear.
"You're a dork, but that sounds good to me."
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solarmorrigan · 4 months
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omg I'm obsessed with your latest "don't fucking touch me" prompt. Would you continue it?
Hello! I know this is actually from earlier in the week than the one I answered a couple of days ago, but I was saving it because, while I don't exactly have a continuation, I do have a little stobin interlude I wanted to share
I'm still working on the "fix it" part of this idea, but at least in the meantime Steve gets a hug?
[Part 1]
It isn’t unusual for Steve to show up at Robin’s house well after any reasonable guest would come knocking. It isn’t unusual for him to do it by climbing the side of the house and knocking on her window (she hasn’t told him that her parents don’t really care anymore if he’s there in the middle of the night; she figures the physical activity counts as some kind of jock enrichment). Unfortunately, it isn’t even unusual for him to appear out of the dark because he’s upset.
What’s more unusual is the way he sits silently on her bed after she’s let him in, the way he’s almost folded in on himself, the way he won’t quite meet her eyes – as if there’s anything he can or even needs to hide from her.
What’s fucking unheard of is the way he starts crying when she pulls him into a hug, his face pressed to her shoulder and his arms wrapped around her waist like she might disappear if he doesn’t hold on.
Robin doesn’t even understand what’s happening at first; she can feel Steve shaking against her as she rubs a hand up and down his back, but when his shoulders start to heave like he’s having trouble drawing in breath, a cold bolt of uncertainty lances through her gut. She tries to pull him back to look at him, to see what’s wrong, but she only gets him far enough away to hear one very quiet sob before he’s hiding his face again and she realizes–
“Oh. Oh, shit– okay, this is happening. Okay.” Robin resolutely does not panic as Steve sobs into her shoulder, even though crying isn’t something Steve does (not that Robin’s ever seen, and she’s seen Steve through a lot); instead, she goes back to rubbing a hand up and down his back, bringing her other up to pet his hair, and tries her best to project literally any kind of comfort. “Okay, you’re okay – well, you’re obviously not okay, but I’ve got you. You can just let all this out and when you feel up to it you can tell me what’s wrong because you’re kind of freaking me out, but not until you’re ready, okay? I’ve got you.”
She feels maybe her success is mixed, but Steve doesn’t complain and he doesn’t seem to be made more upset, so she can’t be doing too badly.
All told, Steve’s breakdown is unsettlingly quiet. Robin tries not to think about why he can cry so silently, and instead focuses on finding the transition from actively sobbing to sniffling and trying to catch his breath. The next time she tries to pull him back, he lets her, still not quite meeting her eyes and automatically bringing a hand up to wipe at the tear tracks on his face.
Robin has seen Steve all manner of beaten and bloodied and bruised, but somehow, sitting here in her room, still half-curled into her space with his face blotchy and wet from crying, she thinks this might be the most upset she’s ever seen him. She can only imagine what’s happened to cause it – at least until she can get him to tell her.
“Get it all out?” Robin asks, as gently as she’s able (she’s never been great at gentle, but Steve’s used to her by now, she thinks he’ll get it).
Steve shrugs, but then gives a little nod.
“Okay, so here’s what we’re going to do: I’m going to give you some tissues so you can clean yourself up, because I love you, but I’m not going to wipe your nose.” This gets a congested laugh from Steve, and Robin allows herself an answering smile. “Then I’m going to go downstairs and get you something to drink, and then you’re going to tell me what’s wrong, because I am this close to being seriously alarmed.”
“Sorry,” Steve says gruffly, ducking his head, moving to pull away.
“Nope, we don’t do sorry here, nothing to be sorry for,” Robin insists, grabbing Steve by the shoulders and keeping him close. “I just want to know what’s wrong, okay? I want to help. So here.” She shoves the box of tissues from her bedside table into Steve’s lap and gets up with one last squeeze to his shoulders. “I’ll be right back.”
Robin slips out of her room and sneaks down to the kitchen (her parents don’t really care about Steve’s late night visits, but they will be grumpy if she wakes them up), poking around quietly for some kind of suitable post-breakdown sustenance. She ends up with a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge and a half-eaten package of Oreos from the pantry – the late night snack of champions, she decides.
Back up in her room, Steve has shucked his sneakers (no shoes on Robin’s bed, it’s a cardinal rule) and settled himself up against the pillows; his face is dry and his eyes aren’t as red, but the tiny smile he gives her when she passes over her spoils still makes him look just as sad as before. Still, Robin valiantly lets him get through half the bottle of Gatorade before she elbows him gently in the side, demanding answers.
“Right.” Steve caps the bottle and rolls it nervously between his hands, watching the highlighter fluid yellow slosh around inside. “So, uh. You know how I’ve been seeing Eddie?”
Robin’s heart sinks. “Oh, shit, did you two break up?”
“Actually, it turns out…” Steve clears his throat. “It turns out that there wasn’t anything to break up. Apparently, we’ve been friends with benefits this entire time and I’m just a delusional idiot who made up an entire relationship in my head. So there’s that.”
There is nothing Robin can think to say to that. There’s entirely too much to unpack, and none of it makes sense.
“What,” she finally manages, a little flat.
“Yeah, he said that, uh. I’m not the type of guy you have a relationship with, and that I’m hot, but I’m just a good friend, and we’re just having fun.” If Steve’s voice cracks on the last word, Robin doesn’t mention it.
In fact, she’s too busy being consumed by rage to really notice. “He said that to your face?” she demands.
Steve clears his throat. He won’t meet her eyes. “Not– not exactly.”
“Steve.”
“The guys were over, and I went out to get some air, and that’s… what I heard Eddie saying to them when I came back in,” Steve says. “So now they know how pathetic I am, too, which is. Great. That’s fucking great.”
The world goes still. Suddenly, everything makes perfect sense. Robin reaches out and squeezes Steve’s wrist. “I’m going to have to leave for a few hours, okay?” she says. “I have to bike down to the trailer park and fucking kill Eddie.”
In a flash, Steve twists in Robin’s grip and grabs her by the wrist in turn. “Don’t leave,” he says quickly.
“No, he doesn’t– he doesn’t get away with this,” Robin hisses. “He doesn’t get to do this to you and not face consequences!”
“He wasn’t trying to– I mean– I was the one who–”
“Are you defending him right now?”
“No, I just– fuck.” Steve lets go of Robin and shoves both hands up into his hair, grabbing and pulling. “I already feel enough like some fucking – loser reject, okay? I don’t want to be alone right now. Please just… stay.”
The rage doesn’t abate (if anything, there’s probably more of it), but Robin’s priorities do rearrange, and she settles back on the bed next to Steve. “Fine,” she huffs. “Munson gets a stay of execution.”
She pushes the package of Oreos into Steve’s lap and orders him to finish the Gatorade. She doubts if he’s going to escape tonight without a migraine, but dehydration on top of stress will only make it worse.
They sit quietly for a while, munching on cookies, shoulder to shoulder on Robin’s bed, before Robin breaks into the silence.
“You’re not a loser, Steve. You’re my best friend, and you deserve to be loved, okay?” she says softly, reaching over to wrap her hand around his wrist again. “And one day it’s going to happen. I’m choosing to believe in love, too.”
For a long moment, Steve says nothing. When he finally does speak, his voice has gone a bit rough. “If you make me cry again, I’m dumping what’s left of the Gatorade over your head.”
Robin snorts, squeezing Steve’s wrist. “There’s that mean girl I know and love.”
Steve laughs, too, small but sincere, and Robin takes it as a win.
Part 3
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hellfire--cult · 5 months
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SoftDom!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
wc: 4k
+18 MDNI, SOME fluff, smut, p in v, fingering, blowjob, rough sex, bondage, breeding kink, dirty talk, non-safe sex, reader being a bratty fiancé
Plot: The pandemic had its ups and downs. One of the good things it brought was the fact that your husband can forever work remotely from home. But you sometimes get a little needy.
A/N: Just filth. Pure filth.
please always reblog, thank you
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HOME OFFICE
The pandemic had its ups and downs.
You for one, didn’t mind staying home, but you did miss your friends and family terribly. You’ve always worked online and remotely at home for a company outside the country, so that wasn’t something that changed for you like it did for many others.
In those many others, it includes your husband.
You thought he would return to the office as soon as it was declared that you could head outside, but no such thing happened. It seems that there’s more productivity from people working at home rather than going physically to the workplace. You don’t work 9-5 like your husband does, so you have time to clean the house a little bit, cook lunch and dinner. 
He would always be so grateful for the food. Sometimes he would be in a meeting and you would come in very quietly and place the plate of food and a glass of water on the corner of the desk and then head out. Twenty minutes later your husband would rush out of the room as soon as the meeting was over to pepper your face in kisses as if to say thank you for the attention. 
But there were times when your husband wasn’t having the best of days. 
Working from home also stresses you out sometimes, because you are overwhelmed with stuff because, since you’re more productive, they give you more things to do. That’s just what they do to your poor husband. But there are times that he overworks himself just because he thinks he needs to.
Like today.
“Baby, you should’ve gotten off work two hours ago…” You cooed at him from the doorway, wearing a silk robe on your body and just that. For the past week your husband has not been paying attention to you, and it’s because he is just being a people pleaser. 
“I’m just trying to finish this sheet sweetheart, promise I’ll get off soon.” That wasn’t the answer you wanted from him at all. 
“Steve…” You were whining now, and his head turned to look at you for a second, and that’s when you saw the instant click in your husband’s eyes.
Your husband was overall sweet, and very dutiful. He was always considered the mom of your group of friends, even though you were right there. Always taking care of others before himself, and always being one step ahead of stuff in order to say ‘already took care of it’.
But there was a side that only you knew about your husband. You got to know it when you two were one year into the relationship, three years ago. You two had just moved in together, and you were cranky for not being able to sleep comfortably in your new bed, taking your time to adjust into it. 
So of course, you were snappy at everything your husband did wrong, even if it was leaving the toilet seat up, or leaving one single used spoon in the sink. That night, you got to meet a side of your boyfriend you never expected from him, yet you were delighted, and your mood instantly got better afterwards.
This side of him is only triggered… when you’re being a brat.
“I am working. Don’t whine.” Steve said in a very stern voice, a voice that only ignited the heat between your legs even more than before. His eyes returned to the computer as he began typing away. 
You licked the inside of your cheek and you strutted towards the desk which was in the middle of the room, putting both of your hands on the edge that was on the other side of him, and you leaned forward, looking down at your husband.
“I whine cause you haven’t been paying attention to me for the past week.” He only gave you one glance, not caring for how much you were showing your cleavage to him, and his eyes went back to the screen in front of him, his fingers never stopping from typing. You could see the reflection of the computer on his glasses, and it just irritated you even more.
“You know there’s always a week that I’m full of work. We’ll do whatever you want tomo–”
“Now!” You stomped your foot with a whiny cry, as if you were a child, but you were tired of being pent up because of this, and he closed his eyes with a sigh, but you could also hear a groan in his throat.
“Don’t be a fucking brat.” He called your name, a threat, and you straightened up after that, and he didn’t say anything else. He resumed his typing and you were angry. Seething. You had two options right here: One of them was to walk out of the room, take care of yourself in the room, and then go cook dinner…
Or…
You dropped on your knees and immediately crawled under the desk, finding his legs that were covered in grey sweatpants as your hands started from his ankles, and slowly gliding them up, biting your bottom lip as you reached his thighs. You heard him take a deep intake of breath, but the typing never stopped, which only made you even more frustrated.
You hummed as you reached his bulge, and you smirked as you found some hardness in the pants. You did rile him up when you walked into the room. You pressed your hand onto it and you felt him move, even if slightly, on his chair. You started rubbing onto it, slowly, and you could feel his cock getting harder by each stroke, a tent starting to form under the cloth.
Your hands then went to the hem of his pants and you bit your lip, not knowing if he will comply and help you take his sweatpants off, but as you tugged, you saw him raise his hips up and in a quick move you pulled both of the pants and boxers down, letting them pool around his ankles.
His dick sprung up, hitting on his stomach with a smack. You bit your lip as you scooted closer, your nails scratching onto his thighs as they moved up and up. He was still sitting straight as he typed away on his computer, but you didn’t care any longer. You just needed him in your mouth.
You leaned forward in order to spit right at the pink tip and then your hand ran all over it to gather your saliva, and use it as lubricant as you started pumping him, slowly, up and down, causing his dick to twitch in your hand as it became fully hard in your grip. A smile appeared on your lips as you heard the typing stop for a second and then resumed as if he had never stopped.
You then guided your mouth close to the tip, running your tongue all over the slit, and then you did the one thing that makes him crazy, which is licking on his frenulum, right under the head. You flicked on it going from side to side in a fast motion. You heard a growl above you, and you smirked as you finally took him into your mouth.
You used your hand in order to help yourself as you started bobbing your head up and down on him, slowly, at your own pace in order to taste him as you liked. The hint of saltiness started and you knew that he was starting to leak precum as you kept moving, your other hand grabbing onto his thigh for leverage.
You pulled him out of your mouth so you could press soft kisses along the shaft, to then lick from the bottom and up, giving a kiss to the head and then gliding your tongue onto the slit, giving a soft press there. You took him back into your mouth as you started becoming wetter at each bob of your head.
And then you heard it. Or well, you didn’t hear it anymore. The typing had stopped, and then a slam happened, making you pull away from him, hand still wrapped around his dick as you sat there, waiting for whatever was happening. He sat back on his chair and looked down at you underneath the desk.
You shivered as you looked up at your husband who had a frown in his eyebrows and his jaw was completely clenched, going slightly to the side that displayed his anger. His hand immediately went to the back of your head, grasping tightly onto the hair there, making you wince as he pulled your face towards his dick again, smashing it against your cheek.
“You want to be a slut? Fine. Put my cock back into your fucking mouth.” 
You whined as you complied, opening your mouth to take him in again, but you couldn’t even  wrap your hand around him to help you as you felt him guide your head down on him. He was being rough, and it almost hit the back of your throat, but he pulled on your hair to bring you back up again, only to make you plunge you back down again.
Your hands gripped onto his thighs as his other hand went to untie the tie that was on his neck. Just like everyone that works remotely does, he dresses nicely on his upper body, and then comfortably on his bottoms for the online meetings where his camera has to be on. He slid the black tie off and threw it on the desk as he kept bobbing your head up and down on him.
“You couldn’t fucking wait for a few more minutes.” You hummed against his cock as he put both of his hands now on each side of your head. “Through your nose.”
And you knew what this meant, so you started taking in air through your nose and that’s when he shoved your head down as he pushed his hips up at the same time, making him hit the back of your throat. Your eyes become teary as your face flushed, a gurgle of saliva vibrating in your throat as he pulled you back up and put his hips down, only to repeat the previous action again.
You were gagging on his cock as he throat fucked you intensely, feeling the walls of it already bruising from how rough he was being with you as he gripped onto your head, his fingers clenching on your hair. Your nails were digging into his thighs as you kept yourself on your knees.
“Look at those fucking tears.” You heard him chuckle in between his groans as his hips kept thrusting up into your mouth. “You wanted my cock, so you are going to take it how I like it.”
Said tears were running down your face like a waterfall from the intensity of it all, feeling your throat becoming sore and the gags were already making your stomach turn a little bit. You gave him a tap on his thigh and he took notice of that, stopping his movements all together, and pulling your head up.
You took a sharp intake of breath with a gasp. Saliva mixed with precum was sliding down from the corner of your lips as you huffed for air. His face came close to yours, and he didn’t even look fazed by what he had done to you. 
“Color?” And behind the roughness, your husband was still there. The sweet husband that always took care of you first beyond everything else. You gulped in order to get saliva in your throat once more, letting you talk clearly.
“G-Green…” 
He stood up abruptly from the chair, making it fall back behind him and he raised you up on your two feet by the hair. You yelped in pain but before you could continue with a whine, his lips clashed against yours. You moaned against the kiss and you wanted to wrap your arms around him, but you knew better than that, so you kept them dangling on your sides. 
His tongue invaded your mouth without permission, making you whine in need and then you felt his hand rip open your silk robe, shoving it away from your body with his big hands. The chill air hitting your breasts, perking the nipples up instantly, hardening the bud. One of his hands immediately cupped one of your tits, and pinched onto the nipple, harshly.
You yelped onto his tongue and he chuckled as he moved his hand downwards while the other gripped onto your ass, pulling you closer. Your body was on fire as his fingers instantly found your clit, slowly moving them in circled motions and then went down in between your folds. He pulled away from you, finally letting you moan out into the room.
“So wet for me. Did sucking my dick turn you on this much?” You could only nod at him and then your eyes widened when he landed a slap against your clit, causing you to whimper. “Answer me.”
“Y-Yes–” You could only gasp as you felt two fingers plunging inside of you in one motion, and your hands shot up in order to hold onto his shoulders as you moaned out a cry at the sudden stretch.
“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” You nodded at his words as he pumped his fingers in and out of you and you moved your hips against them, trying to follow his rhythm. He was guiding you with the hand that was on your ass, pushing you further into him at each thrust.
“S-Steve, baby– Please–” You begged. You needed him inside of you, right this second. His fingers are not doing justice to what he could do to you. He growled, biting back a come back, but he was already frustrated himself, and he wanted to cum. He desperately needed to cum.
He pulled his fingers out of you, making you sigh from disappointment only to be manhandled into turning around, and then he pushed your upper back onto the table, bending you completely with your ass in the air. He grabbed onto the tie he left on the desk before.
“Arms behind.” You were breathing a little bit heavy as you complied to his wishes, putting your arms behind your back. He tied your forearms together, and you knew that your shoulders were going to be sore tomorrow, but it was going to be so worth it. “What do you need?”
“Hngh–” You wiggled your ass towards him, but the only thing that earned you was a loud smack onto one of your cheeks, making you whine.
“You acted like a fucking brat to get it. Have the decency to tell me what it is and I will give it to you.”
“I– I need your cock Stevie, please– Please, I need it…” And he didn’t need any more indulgence. He grabbed onto both your plump cheeks that were wiggling at him and he spread them open. He smirked at your puckered hole, and it was a shame he didn’t prep you for that tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
He lined his cock up towards your wet pussy, sliding against your clit a few times, making you moan in need, and then with no warning, he pushed inside of you, and your eyes widened when he didn’t take his time to let you adjust. He just kept going, knocking the air out of your mouth as the side of your head rested against the desk.
“So fucking tight…” He groaned out. “Even after all these years you’re still so tight for me baby…”
“Steve–” Your words were cut short when in one sharp thrust he pushed forward, completely seething himself inside of you, and your mouth fell into a wide ‘o’ shape as your eyebrows frowned at the friction of it all. It was too much, but it felt so good. It always feels so good.
He got hold of your tied forearms, and just like a cowboy would ride his horse and your arms were his reins. He straightened up, his other free hand dangling on his side, looking down at you, with his glasses still on. The reflection of your ass was the one that was over the crystals, and he smirked as he pulled his hips back, and then pushed forward again, and pulled on your arms to bring you to him.
You let out a loud moan and cry of his name, feeling him hit onto your spongy part that resided inside of you, but then went deeper than that. Your husband has always been on the bigger side, and feeling him splitting you like this only added fuel to the fire that was inside of you.
He started a brutal pace, skin slapping constantly as his balls hit against your clit, his hips against your ass that jiggled at each movement. He was trying to hold in the groans in his throat as he slapped one of your ass cheeks with his free hand while the other kept pulling you to him.
“Baby, did you come here for another reason?” You heard him ask, but your mind was still gone as he kept pistoning his hips against you, earning another loud smack on your ass that will probably leave a bruise, making you cry and snapping you back into reality. “Is it because it’s the perfect time? It is, isn't it?”
“Y-Yes! God–” You had come with two missions today, and one of them was being fulfilled, the other will soon happen.
“You came for me to fill you up? Have you all full of my cum so it takes?” He moaned as he felt your walls clench around him at his words. You nodded against the desk as tears rolled down and hit the wood under your face. You were going to cum without him touching you at all, just from his dick hitting your g-spot repeatedly.
“Yes, yes, please, Steve– Make me pregnant, fill me up–” He groaned behind you as his thrusts became harder, the slapping of skin even louder than before and you could hear grunts coming out of his throat as you whimpered his name many times, your walls clenching each second that passed.
“I can’t fucking wait to see your belly all round with my baby, fuck– sweetheart I can’t fucking wait…” That was enough for you to cum around him, letting out a loud yell of his name, legs trembling as his pace stopped for a second because you were clenching too hard all around him. “Fuck– Sweetheart–”
He winced at the friction of your cunt around him, and when he felt you start to relax, just slightly, he took a deep breath in and started his pace again, not letting you come down from your orgasm, wanting to drive you straight to another one thanks to overstimulation. 
“St–Steve, baby, stop–” But it wasn’t a true plea. You knew it wasn’t something you actually wanted, and he knew it too, so that’s why he didn’t stop at all. He smacked your ass once and he felt himself twitch inside of you, making him groan loudly.
“I’m gonna fill you up– You’re going to be so full.” He groaned when his glasses started to fog thanks to his jagged breaths, and he took them off to throw them onto the desk, beads of sweat coming down his forehead. You were choking on your moans as you tried to move your strained arms again, when you felt your walls start clenching, and you felt like you were dying from how hard your orgasm was going to be.
“S-Steve– Steve!” You couldn’t warn him fast enough that you were cumming onto his cock again, right after the last one you had because he didn’t let you rest from it. This time, your g-spot was so overstimulated that it made your juices gush out on him, drenching your legs and his. 
“F-Fuck, shit!” He was too overwhelmed with the view that he pushed you onto his cock as he thrusted deep inside of you, and he let out a loud moan as the ropes of his white spent filled your walls. You whimpered through a moan as you felt the warmth invade your insides.
You two were left panting in the room, trying to get your breathing back to normal. He was the first to regain his composure again as he untied the tie around your arms, and thanks to feeling the relief from being able to move them again, you snapped back into reality. You took a sharp intake of breath as you blinked and pressed your hands against the desk in order to pull yourself up. 
Your legs were shaking and you didn’t have time to recover yourself that he was turning you around to sit you on the desk. 
“What–?” You managed to breathe out for a second before you felt his fingers gather your juices and his cum that was already dripping out of your cunt, and plunging them inside like a plug. You let out a whimper at the sensation and he leaned forward to press a kiss on one of your stained cheeks.
“I know baby… I know…” He didn’t move his fingers, he just kept them there. “I’ll prepare dinner tonight, you just lay down on the couch, okay?” 
Your lovely husband was back, the rough demeanor already gone and you smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. Steve and you had been trying for the past few months, and today was another month you were going to try and you were ovulating. 
“God, I hope it takes…” You sighed out dreamily and he nodded at that, wanting nothing more for you two to finally become parents. He pressed a soft kiss against your forehead and then sent a smile your way.
“I hope so too. Also, way to rile me up.” You giggled at him as he wiped your cheeks lovingly with his free hand. 
“Maybe we just needed to do it roughly…” You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he tsked at you with his tongue, lightly slapping the side of your thigh, making you chuckle. 
“There’s no way that the way we have sex influences it.”
To Steve’s surprise, it does, because a month later your pregnancy test came out positive.
God bless working from home. 
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A/N: I never wrote a just steve fic before, so here it is, welcome to my dirty thoughts
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petersbaby · 1 year
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Share Her - Eddie Munson x sweet/dumb!reader x stepbro!steve
Warnings: reader is naïve, stepcest, Steve and Eddie are both perverts, fingering, use of sir, cum talk, smut
A/N: I need to update my masterlist, it’s pretty far behind. But bleh, not tonight. Whenever I get back on my computer
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“Here you go.” You say, handing a cold can of beer to both boys who requested them. They weren’t doing much of anything besides watching TV in the basement, but you didn’t mind having to go all the way to the kitchen for them, you loved Steve and his friend was nice to you, so of course you’ll do something if they ask you to.
Steve frowns.
“What?” You ask, confused.
“This isn’t what I wanted. There are 2 different kinds in the fridge in there, bring me the other one. It’ll have a different label.”
You head back up the stairs, leaving your step brother and his best friend to themselves for a moment which they take advantage of.
“There’s no fucking way you’re not hitting that. Jesus Christ, I couldn’t live with her. I’d be hard 24 fucking 7.”
“I mean, yeah, eds i am but that’s not something we should say out loud.”
“YOU ARE?”
“Shut up, dude. Why do you care, you wanna piece of her?”
“Fuck yes. I’ve never wanted anything more.”
“Alright. I’ve got her wrapped around my finger, I’ll make sure you get some. Not without me, though, because she’s attached to me.”
“Fuck it, whatever makes her comfortable. Those goddamn shorts.”
“Yeah, I know. Sometimes I’m convinced she knows what she’s doing. LOVES attention.”
Their voices fell silent when you come back down. Steve pats the seat next to him, and you sit. They take the new beers and crack them open, sipping (rather loudly, you think) them.
You sit down beside Steve.
“Baby, come here.” Steve says, opening his arms. He exchanges looks with Eddie who sits on the other side of the couch.
“Okay.”
You climb on top of him, into his lap, settling down.
He pulls your face closer to his and kisses you deeply. You indulge for a moment, but pull away. You nod towards Eddie and give Steve an expression like ‘we’re not alone’.’
“It’s okay, Eddie over here doesn’t mind. Do ya, eds?”
“N- no, not at all.”
“Take your shirt off, okay?” Steve asks.
You nod, pulling in off of your body. Eddie takes in your mostly bare form.
“Bra too.”
You reach behind your back to unclasp it and let it fall off your shoulders.
“Jesus Christ.” You hear from a short distance away. Eddie was painfully hard from seeing your bare chest and torso, trying to inconspicuously rub himself through his jeans. He sits and watches as you and Steve kiss, the way you straddle his thigh and start to hump it.
“You wanna do something for me?” Steve asks you quietly. You nod. Of course you do.
“Go give some love to my friend over here, okay? He thinks you’re beautiful.”
You smile. “Oh, okay.” And crawl over to Eddie.
“Kiss?” You ask, head tilted, wanting to hear he wanted it from his own mouth.
“Mhm.” He hums, and you lean in. He was shocked at how intense you were, no softness to your kiss, depraved.
Steve chuckles. “There ya go, baby.”
You soon had your tongue deep in his mouth, trying to work with his. Eddie grabs your hips, snaking them around back so he could take two handfuls of your ass.
“Mmh,” you whimpered when he pushed you down against his erection.
“Yeah?” Eddie asks into the kiss.
“Yes….” You trail off, pausing, looking around and then at steve. He reads your mind easily.
“Oh, she wants to know what to call you. ‘Daddy’, ‘sir’, that type of thing.” Steve offers.
You turn back to Eddie and look at him, waiting.
“Jesus Christ. You are so good, aren’t you? How about you pick?” Eddie asks.
“Sir.” You whisper.
“Sounds good to me.” He smiles, almost wickedly.
You reach down to start fussing with his belt buckle, struggling. He gently swats your hands away and undoes it himself. You get off of him momentarily so he can push his jeans and boxers down his legs, and you take off your pajama shorts. In the meantime, you look over.
“Stevie?”
“Yeah?”
“Come closer. Please.”
“Alright, princess.”
He scoots over to sit right next to Eddie after you crawl back into his lap.
Eddie reaches between your legs in search of a damp spot on your panties which he found quickly.
“Holy shit.” He comments, immediately pushing them to the side and slipping a finger into you.
“Right? Like a goddamn water park.” Steve comments back.
He lays back at watches his friend’s finger disappear inside your soaked pussy over and over. You start to slightly move up and down, trying to get more from the measly finger but failing.
Eddie notices, and gives you a second one, curling it deep inside you. Your mouth falls open, lips parted. You look at Steve as your eyebrows furrow in pleasure, wanting him to still pay attention to you.
“Kiss, stevie?” You ask between sighs and small moans coming from the way Eddie’s working you with his fingers. Steve leans in and you press your lips against his, kissing him sweetly and putting a hand on the side of his face. Despite the lewd situation, it was a soft little kiss. Just one as if to say ‘I love you’ without words.
“Ah, feels so good,” you pant.
“Good. That’s all Eddie here wants, to make you feel good.”
“Really?” You ask, turning to Eddie, who’s staring at your tits. Steve punches him in the shoulder.
“What? Oh, yeah, really. You think you can take my cock?”
“Yes sir.”
You get up to slip your panties off quickly, returning to your spot. You put one hand on Steve’s shoulder just to know he’s there, and one on Eddie’s chest, and you sink down onto his cock. It’s big, and it hurts enough to make you gasp, but not enough to stop. You feel the stretch and you know he feels it too.
“Ahhhh, shit. Oh, holy shit, baby.”
“Am I good?”
“So good. The best. This little pussy feels like it was made for me, fits like a glove.”
You start to move a little, getting used to the full feeling, and build up momentum slowly. You ball up a fistful of Steve’s t shirt in your hand and hold it as you start riding Eddie.
Now bouncing up and down, you mewl and cry, whining about how big it is. This only makes it more unbearable for him, desperately wanting to cum right that second. He continues to watch your tits bounce up and down, as did Steve. He looked so proud.
Eventually, you started to slow, growing tired. Eddie takes over, fucking up into you while you just hover. He hits your special spot over and over again, leaving you so overwhelmed you were almost crying real tears. That’s only intensified when he brings his thumb down to rub quick circles on your clit while he fucks you, and it only takes a minute.
“Oh, Eddie, I need to- please, sir.” You cry.
Eddie doesn’t immediately respond.
“She wants permission, eds. Won’t cum without it.” Steve reminds him.
“Yes, yes baby you can cum. Come on.”
“Oh, hold my hand, stevie.”
Your hand finds his and you lock your fingers together. When you tumble over the edge, you squeeze Steve’s hand tight.
“There you go, good girl.” He coos, comforting you through it.
“God- it got even tighter. Can’t fuckin’- ahh.”
Eddie pulls out of you very suddenly, giving his cock a couple of quick strokes before cumming all over your lower stomach and his hand. It kept on coming, he had so much built up just for you.
You marveled at the way it felt so warm and wet on your skin and the way it made his hand so sticky and shiny. You let go of Steve’s hand, and he gets up to go to another room. He re-emerges quickly with a towel, tossing it to Eddie who cleans you off first.
When you’re dry, you get out of his lap, and jump back into your little shorts and throw your shirt back on, cuddling into Steve who had sat back down in his original place on the other side of the couch. He pets your hair while you catch your breath, reassuring and praising you.
“You did so good for my friend, princess. That was very nice of you. Sharing for me.”
“Thank you.” You snuggle into his chest.
On the opposite side, Eddie was struggling. It had gotten in more places than just his fist, his legs too.
“Uhh, shit. Can I take a shower, dude? I think that’d be easier.”
“Yeah, you know where it is.” Steve nods.
“You sleepy?” He asks you, once you’re alone again.
“Mm. A little.”
“Let’s get you to bed then, and you can rest.”
You look up at him, sad. You didn’t want to be detached from his side but you also knew he was hanging out with someone already. He notices you thinking and pouting.
“You wanna know a secret?” He whispers, picking you up.
“Of course I do, stevie.” You answer softly.
“I’ll see you again. I might have to sneak off to your bedroom once Eddie falls asleep, might need you to take care of me.”
“Ooh. Okay. I’ll wait for you.”
“No no, just go to sleep. It’ll be late, you’ll wake up when you hear me come in. And I’ll just slip right into your bed with you.”
“Okay.” You nod. He eventually gets you all the way upstairs to your room even though you could walk just fine, setting you down and pressing a wet kiss to your forehead. You smile and blush, watching him as he walks away, flipping the light off before closing your door.
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sweetcreaturetm · 1 year
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I wish there was more nurse Steve.
Like Steve in nursing school doing clinicals and he does a round in the ED. And his first shift he gets this weirdo who has to have one of his rings cut off his finger cause he bet his buddy that his rings wouldn’t bend under the wheels of his van. He’s honestly lucky none of his bones are broken. Steve’s kind of just in the background since he’s just doing clinicals but the guy keeps looking at him for comfort while the doctors are setting up all the stuff to cut the ring. Steve can tell he’s a little scared so he goes to stand on his other side to distract him.
“So- uhhh” Steve checks the chart “Mr. Munson do you usually go around running over various body parts?”
Eddie smiles widely at him “it’s Eddie, and no. But uh” he shares a sneaky look with Steve and lowers his voice like they’re conspiring together “I was a little… shall we say elevated”
Steve literally giggles “I knew it smelled a little funkier than usual” he winks.
“What can I say I’m a funky guy-“ Eddie gets cut off by the small saw the doctors are aiming at his hand. Steve can tell he’s about to freak out he sees him start to pull his hand away.
He puts his hand on Eddie’s other arm and brings his attention back to him. He glances down at his guitar pick necklace. “Do you play the guitar?” He asks his hand never leaves Eddie’s arm. And that gets Eddie distracted going on and on about his sweetheart and his band and how they play at a place called the hideout and Steve listens intently. Steve’s more than kind of mesmerized by him.
Before either of them realize the ring is off. The charge nurse asks Steve to finish wrapping Eddie’s fingers and discharge him. Steve goes about getting the gauze and other supplies while still listening to Eddie now he’s talking about D&D something Steve knew more about than he wished thanks to Dustin.
He interrupts Eddie “Okay so I’m gonna put this ointment on just for some relief the saw blade didn’t cut you but it got a little hot for your skin so you might feel a little discomfort. Then I’ll wrap it up. Try to keep an eye if it starts to hurt worse or you have a reaction. I can sneak you some of this it works wonders” he starts to clean the tray off but Eddie stops him with his hand over Steve’s own.
“Do you think I could have my ring back?” He asks sheepishly.
“Oh yeah! Of course sorry I wasn’t thinking” Steve’s a little embarrassed of course he wanted his ring he probably didn’t even care about the stupid ointment. He puts the ring in a little plastic cup they use for pills. Unfortunately they had to cut it a few times so there’s some small bits of the band that are in pieces.
After Eddie signs all the paperwork he gives Steve a little bow in thanks “you probably couldn’t tell since I was being so brave” Eddie says. Steve giggles at that. “But I am a tad frightened of hospitals and stuff. So thanks for being so nice to me. And distracting me when they tried to saw my finger off”
“They would not saw your finger off!” Steve laughs even harder. “It was nice talking to you.” He gives Eddie a hopefully flirty smile.
“Whatever you say, Stevie” Eddie says after he glances down at Steve’s temporary badge. “But hey if it was so nice maybe you can come check out our next show after my fingers are fully recovered” he waggles said fingers but then winces and stops.
Steve reaches out for his injured hand and holds it and says “that actually sounds really nice. But I literally have no time out of school and clinicals.”
“Well maybe I’ll just have to find another way to injure myself to see you again” Eddie says getting bolder.
Steve looks deep into his eyes. He glances down at Eddie’s lips god he wishes he wasn’t literally working right now. “What if you didn’t hurt yourself again and I give you my number and you can come by when I get off my shift.”
Eddie considers for a second and hands Steve his own phone so Steve can put his number in. “That sounds doable” he leans close to Steve’s ear as he gathers his jacket to walk out of the curtained off area and then whispers “just like you” he winks over his shoulder at a gaping Steve.
When Eddie pulls out his phone after getting to the van he sees the newest contact in his phone “Stevie” with a little stethoscope emoji next to it. He sends Steve a quick text so he’ll be able to text him when he’s off.
Finally Steve takes a break and checks his phone he’s been dying to check it since Eddie left he has a text from an unknown number “Guess who *guitar emoji* *ring emoji*” Steve cannot stop grinning the rest of his shift.
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luveline · 8 months
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Hiii, if you’re interested, could I request Eddie but as an ice hockey player?? Your writing is out of this world and I would just love to read about his flushed cheeks after practice or something like that. I hope you’re doing great and I love your stuff❤️❤️❤️
thank you so much, for your request and for being so lovely, it means the world to me! ♡ fem!reader, 1.2k
He comes flying across the ice like he's weightless. A dropping sensation hits your stomach while your heart leaps into your throat, but Eddie saves himself at the last minute with a quick, hard turn, his left foot further out. Ice curls in his wake, sheared by the sharp blade of his skate. 
"How was that?" he calls up to you where you're sitting in the second row of the stands.  
"You can really see a difference," you say, crossing one leg over the other and hiding your frigid fingers between your thighs. "The two hundred metre sprints must be working, Eds. You're like a fricking whippet, it's scary." 
"They better be working," he says. "God, I fucking hate sprints." 
Eddie hates every aspect of his conditioning workouts. He loves hockey, and if he wants to be able to keep up with the rest of his team, let alone the opposition, he needs to stay fit in ways that are specific to the sport, so the sprints are a necessary evil.
He doesn't care for much of it. The deadlifting is a good look on him, though. Watching his muscles physically get bigger in size has been an Experience, capital 'E'. His weight gain in general, actually. 
"Do you feel tired?" you ask. 
Eddie groans, putting his arm up and behind his head, forcing his elbow down with the opposite hand. He doesn't realise how salalcious he appears, worse when he scrunches his eyes closed and turns his face to one side. "I always feel tired. This is good, though. Maybe Steve'll stop busting my ass at practice for getting winded before the third period."
You're glad it's so cold in the rink. His grumpy expression has you flushing all over. 
"Steve spends the majority of his time on the ice hunched over," you say. "Of course he doesn't get winded."
You wouldn't feel comfortable making a snide joke about Eddie's friends usually, but Steve knows you. He calls you Eddie's wife, though you aren't married, always trying to feed you hard pretzels while mouthing off about Eddie's shit plays. Hence your nonchalant disparagement. 
Eddie grins at you, dropping his arms back down to his sides. "Where're your skates, sweetheart? Come and take a lap with me." 
You brought your skates at his request. You'd climb the appalachian trail on your hands and knees if he asked you to, and not just because he's handsome and getting more so everyday, but because he's gorgeous on the inside. Kind of like finding a pretty rock and cracking it open to find gemstone, you'd been drawn to Eddie and his rough exterior, but you've grown to love him for what's inside. His sweetness, his charm. The way he's looking at you now —eyes wide, hopeful. You could believe that the only thing he wants in the whole world is to skate with you. 
"I'll slip again," you fret, having already mentally given in. 
Eddie knows you have, too. "I am not gonna let you fall over," he promises. "Put your gloves back on, yeah? It's cold." 
You put on your skates and gloves and wobble to the gap in the rink walls to step out. Eddie's waiting, taking your elbow into his hand to help you out. He's been playing ice hockey longer than you've known him, and while you've been by his side for his rise to tier 3, you've become less familiar with the ice rather than more. You're frankly intimidated by what he can do. He's fast. He's a great sportsman (with a short fuse, undoubtedly, but he's never unkind to the people around him) (besides that one on-ice official). Eddie's amazing, but he can't give you confidence on the ice. Only practice can do that. 
You're not super willing to practise. "Please don't let me fall on my ass, Eddie." 
"There's nobody here to see it. And if you fall, I'll help you up, I swear. But you're not going to fall over." 
While not specifically true, recreational skaters making lazy laps and a young figure skater working on waltz jumps in the defending zone, his surety makes you feel better.
Being on skates is a strange feeling. Eddie skates with the same ease as he walks. You freeze up, locking your hips. He moves his hand from your elbow to your hand. You can feel his fingers like blocks of ice through your gloves.
"Do you want to try just walking, or would you feel better skating in a circle?" he asks. 
"Uh–" Your footing slips. You're panicking. "Um, whatever you want." 
His cheeks glow with blush, his nose tip like a budding rose. He doesn't feel the cold anymore, nor fear of falling, setting you both on a speed akin to a light jog. You breathe out with a nervous squeak, fingers locked around his hand. 
"You got it," he says, in his way, too cool for you. His voice is awfully pretty sometimes, a little rough, all fond. He dotes via praise, his thumb petting pointless circles into the back of your hand. "You're always better than you think." 
"I don't know how you can find this fun," you say nervously. 
He tips his chin up, his disorderly bun pressed to the back of his neck. "It's not all fun. Sometimes I don't wanna do it as much as I did when I started, but sometimes I wanna do it more than ever. Like, getting bumped up? Well, you know how I felt." 
He'd hugged you so hard the air got knocked out of you. The celebrations were unrestrained. 
"I love hockey almost as much as I love you," he says, sending an appreciative smile your way. 
Your heart skips. "You love me more than hockey?"
"What kind of a question is that? Of course I do." He slows his skating, slows you with him, and kisses your cheek. His lips are as cold as his fingers. "But I want you to love hockey, so first you need to skate." 
"Don't yank me." 
"I'm yanking you, sweetheart. It's just like roller-blading." 
"I can't rollerblade." 
"No?" he asks, picking up his foot and putting it down, his thighs moving outward with each stroke. You scramble to keep up with him. 
"Eddie!" you shout, terrified as you swing around a corner. Despite the fear, you know he won't let you get hurt. Well, super hurt. 
"You're fine! Come on, let's see if we can meet my lap time." He smiles. Red cheeks, pink lips, and the world's warmest brown eyes. "You should start doing sprints with me. And lifting! That would be hot." 
You'd snort if you weren't too busy trying to stay in an upright position. You'll be surprised if Eddie has any bones left in his hand tonight when you're done. 
He doesn't once complain about your vice-like grip. 
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steddieas-shegoes · 5 months
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sometimes it's too real
for the @steddieholidaydrabbles warm up round 3 (prompt: Halloween) rated: T wc: 577 cw: some blood mentions (fake and real) tags: mention of Upside Down related trauma, hurt/comfort
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Eddie thought it was a funny joke, and it was.
Like, to all of the others, it was hilarious.
But to Steve, it was a reminder of how close they came to losing Eddie, how close they were to his heart actually stopping, his skin going pale.
He knew it was ridiculous, so he choked out a laugh and found a way to keep busy.
Snacks were mostly prepped, drinks already on ice, decorations hung with the help of Eddie and Robin.
But he could always find something to clean, and tonight's victim was the kitchen sink. Anything to avoid seeing the fake blood dripping from Eddie's mouth and neck.
He should have known it would only work for a few minutes, Eddie being basically attached to his hip ever since they made the whole boyfriend thing official.
Eddie's arms wrapped around his waist, his hands settled on Steve's stomach.
"I vant to suck your blooooood," Eddie said in a silly accent, nipping at Steve's neck.
Any other time, Steve would giggle and let him do it, let it lead to a kiss on the lips or more.
But he couldn't erase the image of Eddie coughing up blood as he tried to hold onto Steve as he was carried out of the Upside Down. He couldn't erase the way Dustin was sobbing next to him, how Robin was trying to hold it together so that Dustin didn't sense her panic.
He knew if he turned to see Eddie now, he wouldn't see his costume, he'd see him dying.
"You okay, sweetheart? Need any help?" Eddie asked, slowly pulling away when he sensed that Steve wasn't in the mood to be silly with him.
"Fine. You can go back out there."
"I will if you tell me what's bothering you," Steve could hear the crossed arms in his tone.
"Nothing, Eds. Just want everything to be perfect for the kids."
That was true, and he knew Eddie believed that, but he also knew it wasn't everything and Eddie would absolutely know that, too.
"Is it something I did?" Eddie asked.
Steve turned to him, finally looking at him and resisting the urge to flinch.
He must not have succeeded because Eddie was pulling away quickly.
"It's just. It's the blood. I know it's fake and I know it's stupid and this is supposed to be fun and a joke, but just seeing you with blood is a lot," Steve explained, hating himself more by the second for ruining Eddie's fun.
"Stevie, why didn't you say something before? I can wash it off," Eddie turned towards the sink to do just that when Steve reached his hand out to stop him.
"No, I-"
"Stevie, I am not letting you suffer your way through trauma if I can do something to help."
Steve didn't have any response to that, so Eddie continued to run the water until it was warm, and started splashing some onto his face and scrubbing the evidence of fake blood away.
"The kids..."
"I'll just tell them some got in my mouth when I took a drink and it tasted gross and didn't wanna risk it happening again. They won't care, they're on sugar highs already."
Steve still felt stupid for letting this bother him, but when Eddie wrapped his arms around him and leaned in to kiss him softly, reassuringly, he knew it was fine.
Maybe next Halloween it would be a little easier.
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milf-harrington · 1 year
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i wrote this in like an hour so please forgive the quality but here's some gentle steddie set somewhere in the early 90's mentions of canonical violence and trauma, but otherwise just a gentle morning scene
5:30 am found Eddie Munson on the back porch steps, watching their liver spotted dalmatian patrol the fence-line with her usual level of seriousness. Ronnie moved like a spectre in the half-light, her edges all blurred and smudged until she stopped to sniff at a weed and became solid again.
The cherry of his cigarette flared bright on his inhale as he brought his knees further into his chest, feet crossed over one another like he could trap the warmth in if he just curled up tight enough. With autumn creeping closer, the mornings were getting crisp.
Luckily, his ears were warm under both his hair and the hood of his jumper,but his legs were prickly with goosebumps thanks to his habit of grabbing whatever was on the floor. This time it was Steve's basketball shorts, the one's that used to be trackpants until he'd taken scissors to them in the summer of '88.
They definitely weren't suited for cooler weather, but they were comfortable and Eddie kind of liked the distraction the chill brought. It was harder to get stuck in memories of snapping bones and dead motors and being eaten by bats when your toes were trying not to freeze off.
Eddie sniffled without tears and wiped his nose with the back of his hand, bringing his smoke back to his lips for another drag. His hands were shaking, but it had nothing to do with the weather.
He'd dreamed of Chrissy again.
The problem with an overactive imagination, is that it could always make your nightmares worse.
After weeks of stress free dreaming, he'd wound up back in his trailer last night, but this time he'd known Chrissy's favourite song. Playing it hadn't worked, and instead the bats had come pouring from her mouth like it was it's own gate. They'd swarmed him before he even had a chance to run, breaking free through the windows and those damn vents before tearing him and Hawkins apart.
He'd woken in his and Steve's bed, in the house they bought with their shady government money, sweat slicked and on fire. His skin was tight and itchy as he'd crept out of bed, tapping the dog awake to take her outside and grabbing his smokes from the dresser.
Ronnie chose then to drop her favoured rope at his feet, head ducked and eyes flitting from between him and the toy hopefully, tail wagging. Eddie secured his cigarette between his lips so he could distract her with a scratch behind her ears, and grabbed the toy with his free hand before she could react. She'd turn it into a game of tug-o-war if he wasn't careful, and it was impossible to ask her to drop it when it took both hands just to keep hold of the thing.
The rope sailed across the backyard in a high arc, and Ronnie almost tripped over her own paws in her haste to get to it.
A few more throws later, the sky was brighter and the back door opened with a familiar wheeze behind him.
Eddie didn't turn as he threw Ronnie's toy again, but listened to Steve quietly walk closer and settle down beside him with a soft grunt.
A moment later, his cigarette was stolen from right between his fingers, but when he turned to complain, Eddie was met with a steaming mug shaped like a bear. He took it with hands that were steadier than they'd been 10 minutes ago.
Steve, meanwhile, had tucked the cigarette between his own lips like he used too when he was trying to seem cool and impressive (before they got their shit together), and unfolded the blanket he'd brought out with him.
It settled over both of their shoulders while Eddie sipped his coffee, feeling it's journey all the way down to his stomach. He watched Ronnie register Steve's presence and come bounding over.
She stopped in front of them with the rope toy swinging from her mouth, tail picking up enough speed to move her hips with it when Steve signaled for her to drop it.
Steve generally wasn't verbal this early in the morning, preferring to sign until the world felt awake enough for voices. Luckily their dog was deaf too, even if she was cheeky about ignoring signals by pretending not to see them.
Finally, Ronnie relented, dropping the rope between Steve's ridiculous old-man slippers as he passed the cigarette back to Eddie. She graciously accepted her vigorous head scratches as reward.
Eddie huffed a laugh and tapped off the excess ash, taking another drag and waiting until the dog was tearing off after her toy to pass it back to Steve.
He accepted the smoke with a smile and didn't ask why Eddie was awake so early, or why he hadn't bothered to dress warmer. Just made sure the blanket was wrapped around him properly, and pressed a kiss to his temple over the top of his hood.
Eddie sighed from somewhere deep and tired inside him and let his head drop onto Steve's shoulder, feeling it drop as he exhaled smoke towards the rising sun.
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buckysburdens · 2 months
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go your own way
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pairings: steve rogers x curvy!reader, bucky barnes x curvy!reader, mentioned stucky x reader
warnings: angst. mentioned steve x reader smut but not described. little bit of bucky x reader fluff.
words: 1382
notes: just found this little guy in my docs and added to it some. this was part of what i had originally planned for always before i decided to make it just bucky x reader bc it was getting off track with this side story lol. i hope you like this, thank you in advance for reading. let me know what you think!
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“I shouldn’t have said any of that. I know you care about him. I’m sorry.”
A tense silence began to grow between you two. So much unsaid, but you couldn’t keep this up much longer.
It’d been a long two years without Steve, and these past few months since he’d been back had been difficult to say the least.
“He misses you, ya know. We both do..”
“Sweetheart,” he whispered, his thumb stroking your hand in his before you pulled it away, mindlessly clenching your hand into a fist before you stretched it out, working to get the feeling of his touch off your skin.
“Yeah, I know,” you said a bit harshly before you cleared your throat. “I should grab his bag.”
You moved to go upstairs to get Bucky’s stuff from the room you’d claimed last night, but stopped a little ways up the steps. “I really am sorry, Steve,” you said once more.
He watched you continue up the stairs, leaving him to his thoughts once again. “So am I,” he offered to no one.
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He hated the animosity between the two of you. Hated how reactive you were to his touch, how easily he could set you off, and not in the way he used to. He wanted things to be different, to go back to the way it was before. But he also knew he wasn’t ready. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt either of you, though he knew he already had.
He thought going away was for the better. You and Bucky were happy, and though you’d talked about all of you coming together, making things official, he couldn’t wrap his head around the idea. It seemed too complicated, and he still had things he needed to work out on his own.
It was only supposed to be a few months away, and he’d promised to stay in touch. But months turned into years and not even five months after he’d gone he had ditched his old phone. No one but Sam and Nat had his new number and they kept it to themselves. He was working, he’d tell himself, trying to make himself feel better, though he knew he could head home anytime he wanted. He checked his email often, but he couldn’t find it in him to respond to you. Eventually, the messages stopped coming... He missed your writings, your updates, your concern, but he couldn’t reach out to you to let you know that.
A few months ago, after a call from Sam, he was on his way back to the states. Back to the compound. Back to you.
Bucky had welcomed him with open arms, but you were, rightfully, cold.
Distant.
He wasn’t used to that coming from you, but he couldn’t say he hadn’t expected it.
It took some time before things felt cordial between you, and a bit longer still before things felt friendly. And then, two weeks ago, he had screwed up.
He knew he wasn’t ready for you, his mind wasn’t in the right place for a relationship, but when he found you in Bucky’s bed, sulking and missing him while he was away with Sam on a mission, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to comfort you.
Talking turned into innocent touching, which turned to cuddling, that led to kissing, and before he knew what he was doing, you were a moaning mess beneath him as he took you apart. Over and over until you’d passed out.
He took care of you then, too. Cleaned you up before tucking you into Bucky’s bed. A part of him wanted to stay, to be there when you woke up, but a stronger part told him to go before he made matters worse.
The next day you met him in the kitchen.
The look on your face when he told you the previous night had been a mistake was one he’d never forget. The look of hurt and shock at his words ate him up inside. But he knew it was for the better. For now.
“It isn’t about you or Bucky, it’s about me. I’m sorry, I am. But I’m not ready to be involved right now. And it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just-”
“I get it, Steve. It’s just, it’s been two and a half years. I thought… I don’t know what I thought. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to rush you into anything. I know you’ve been dealing with a lot, and I know that’s an understatement, I just… I guess I just missed you,” you admitted quietly.
“I missed you, too.”
“I’m not gonna stand here and pretend I know what you’re going through, because I don’t. But this is hard for us, too. It’s not easy to be around you. To have to stop myself from just coming up to you like I used to. To have to stop myself from being so goddamn angry at you for leaving so easily in the first place, without a word to either of us. Because I am mad. And I’m hurt. And not just for me, for Bucky, too. Because he doesn’t have it in him to be upset at you,” your voice wavers in your emotion, “but he has every damn right to be. I know you’re going through a lot, but you’ve put us through a lot, too. And maybe you’re right, maybe last night was a mistake. But it’s not mine. I don’t regret it. I know how I feel about you. But I also know you’re not ready. So, maybe keeping our distance is for the best right now.”
He took a second, absorbing all of what you said before he agreed. “Yeah,” he nodded solemnly, “we should.”
-
You weren’t sure what you were expecting that night, but his readiness to agree with you was not it. Some part had been hoping he’d fight you on it. Say he didn’t want to keep the distance, that he wanted you, that he was sorry for the way he left, sorry for the hurt he caused the both of you, that he’d pull you into him and say he’d had enough time and he wasn’t scared anymore and he wants to be with you both. Both you got nothing. Nothing but a stupidly sad pout and a nod.
You had blinked at him, and he didn’t have the heart to look back up at you. That was for the better, you’ve since realized, because you’d had to turn away before you let the tears that burned in your eyes slip.
It’d been two weeks, and of course you told Bucky everything as soon as he was settled from his mission. He listened intently, talked everything out with you, held you when you couldn’t help but cry again about it all. Bucky understood. It wasn’t like he was just some ex you could get over. He was Steve.
“I know it hurts,” he had said, “but he’ll have to find his way into this on his own if he really wants to. He says he has things to figure out on his own, then we just gotta let him. He knows we’re here. He’ll come when he’s ready.”
Bucky’s words ring in your ear as you head up to get his stuff from the room. You can hear the water running from his shower downstairs already. You’re beyond glad he’s safe - you know you were a complete disaster worrying about him all night - and you’re so thankful Steve was there for him when you couldn’t be. You just wish more than anything you could be in their combined embrace right now; you know you aren’t the only one who needs it. You can still feel Steve’s touch on your hand as you gather yours and Bucky’s things, and your stomach twists as your heart aches and your thoughts worry. You’re moving fast, bordering on desperate to get back to Bucky - make sure he really is okay, to hold him close and not let him go for the rest of the night, but not fast enough to outrun the thoughts that keep coming back to Steve.
Bucky says he’ll come when he’s ready…What if he decides he’s never gonna be?
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caxde · 11 months
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dark honey | steve harrington x reader
part1 | part 2
summary you're Dustin's older sister, working on the new café next to Family Video and being best friends with Steve is your day to day, until feelings start to blossom one late night. (4.6k)
warnings fem!reader, fluff, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn friends to lovers, idiots in love!!!, mentions of alcohol use, english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read! this is a part 2, you can read part 1 here, but it can be read independently
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“Hey” 
“Hi” 
He'd woken up first. He'd been waiting for you to wake up, still not believing what happened last night. He had spent his time looking at you, and how you’ve curled up into his chest as you slept, your hand buried itself in between his shirt and waist. He was just still, playing with your hair, waiting for you, and wondering what to do once your eyes opened. 
The memories of the night before came to you backwards. 
First you remember falling asleep with him, your bodies tangled with one another. You remember telling him that you wanted to kiss him, and how he told you that he would if you asked him again tomorrow. You see him cooking for you, you see him outside The Hideout, him, his dark honey eyes and his dumb smile. 
He can’t keep his hands away from you for too long, the back of his fingers caressing the apples of your cheek. 
“How’d you sleep?” He asks, husky notes on his voice, his first words of the day dedicated to you. 
“Good.” You smile, a truthful one. It only gets deeper once your eyes look at his messed up hair, falling everywhere. Your hand reaches up to it, messing it a little more. “Bed hair” You whisper. 
“You’re one to talk.” He teases back with a chuckle as he imitates your gesture, fingers lost in your tangles. 
You do nothing but admire each other for a moment. A peaceful, sweet moment you share. Comfortable silence with the sun hitting your face. 
“Hungover?” 
“A bit.” You whisper, your hands screeching your eyes, trying to see if it is really happening, since your heart can’t believe it yet. 
“We should get you some breakfast. Greasy dinner type.” He lets out, soft-spoken. You know he’s flirting with you. And he knows it’s working. 
But it dawns on you, like a cold shower, standing up a little too quick. 
“Shit! Dustin!” 
-
You rush across your front door. 
You don’t even care that your hair is falling all over the place, tangled and messy. That your clothes are the same as the night before (with the addition of his sweatshirt over you), or that you can tell your eyebags are a darker colour than they were yesterday. 
You’re praying to whatever rules over you that Dustin is still asleep, but as luck would have it, he was laying on the sofa, looking at you with his eyes wide open, and his eyebrows raised at the sight of you. Perplexed seems like a good word to describe him. You can tell that he’s analyzing you, as if you were a new enigma. 
“You’re wearing yesterday’s clothes.” He points outs, his voice high. 
“Yes, I am.” You scoff, trying to avoid his spirilling. 
“That’s not your sweatshirt.” His index finger fixated onto the borrowed clothing you were wearing. 
“No, it’s not.” 
“It doesn’t fit you.” You swear you can see the way the lightbulb lights up on his brain. “It’s a boy’s!” He exclaims, his mouth opened, and a small grin on his face. 
“It is.” You scoff, as you roll your eyes, knowing that the river of questions was only starting, and so was your headache. 
“Oh… My… God…” He trails after you, heading into the kitchen. Following you close, almost biting your ankles as you walk. 
You glare at him, with your mouth full of water. Knowing that he wants an answer that you won’t give him, you let him wait as you slowly sip down the glass. 
“What?” Your voice is slower than usual. 
“What do you mean, what?” His is sped up. 
“I mean, what?” As soon as you hear him scoff, you can’t help but laugh at him. 
“Shit” You knew his wheels were turning, just as well as you knew he would get it wrong. “You went out with Eddie!”
“I didn’t” You tell him as you shake your head no, searching for the painkillers you were starting to need. 
“You left your car here.” He points out, thinking that he had caught you in a lie. 
“Yes, and I didn’t go to Edd’s.” You tell him, your eyes telling him that that’s the last thing he would get out of you. 
“Oh, come on. That’s not fair.” He whines, following you upstairs. He flops down into your mattress as you open the door of your room. 
“It’s more than you need to know, okay? I need to draw the line somewhere, and telling my little brother the details of my romantic life-” 
“Romantic life?!” He cuts you off, exclaiming in shock as he propels his body up, his back now standing up, his eyes searching for you as you move around your room. 
You blush, not really being able to hide it. You take off Steve’s sweater, leaving it neatly folded, resting peacefully on your desk. You let yourself linger for a second longer, touching it softly, remembering the magic that you seemed to be under last night. 
You keep quiet, searching for one of your old sweaters, one that doesn’t smell like him, one that’s light enough so it won’t weigh you down once the sun shines again. 
“Mom has a romantic life, you’ve got a romantic life, I can have one as well.” You try to remain calm, as you pace through your room. Finally stopping to look down at him, your arms crossed in front of your chest. 
“Stop talking about mom and her boyfriend!” He pleaded with a groan, hiding his eyes behind the palm of his hands. 
“So dramatic!” You laugh at him, throwing a pillow at him. 
He laughed with you, letting it go finally, and walking down the stairs with you, just as Steve was opening your front door. 
“Oh, hey.” He said, his voice softer once he saw Dustin trailing behind you. 
“Hi.” You replay, your eyes softening as you make contact with him. 
“Hi Steve.” Dustin chirped. “What are you doing here?” He followed, oblivious to the way he looked at you, and how it was different from the night before. 
“I uh…-”
“We’re going to get breakfast.” You cut him off, knowing that he sucked at lying. He nodded, thankful for your intervention. “Benny’s, right?” 
“Uh, yeah.” He let out, with a short breath. “Wanna come?” 
“Yeah, Max, Mike and Lucas are going there now. They called me before you got here.” Dustin explains to you, looking up at you. Knowing that if his friends helped him interrogate you, he might get a different answer. 
“Great.” You grunt sarcastically at him. Eyeing Steve as you continue. “Guess we’re babysitting.” 
-
You had half hoped for it to be calm. But of course you were wrong. 
It was a Saturday, it was ten in the morning, and it was busy on the dinner. Loud noises that came from the kitchen, and greasy food smell filled the entirety of it. In other circumstances you would have claimed that this might be a perfect way to start your weekend, you and Steve paired up in a booth eating slowly as you talked, or started dumbly at each other. But in that fantasy, you weren’t joined by a group of overactive kids eating their weight in sugary breakfast. 
However there was a short silver lightning, Steve had managed to sit by your side, and when no one was looking at the two of you, his arm would slowly push into yours. A soft gesture, a i haven’t forgotten kind of touch. You smile to yourself every time you notice him doing that, you’d bite your lower lip, or the inside of your cheek. Occasionally, you’d reciprocate the gesture, your leg pushing into his. And you did notice how his cheeks would grow warmer every time he felt you doing that. 
You weren’t the only one, Max seemed to catch onto it, and thankfully, she kept it to herself. 
The kids were all babbling away, talking about some nonsense that you didn’t pay attention to, all of your attention was set on only two things. The coffee in front of you with the maple pancakes, and the boy next to you. Who himself could only really pay attention to you. 
“You’re working today?” He asked, whispering in your ear, a bit to close if you were honest. 
You nodded at him, taking another bite, and feeling how the hangover banished as you ate. 
“You?” You muttered, covering your mouth as you finished chewing the food. 
“Yeah, clocking in at four.” He lets you know. His voice is softer when he talks to you, you realise. He speaks slower, kinder. It also happens with his eyes, his eyelids relax, and he drops the tension, letting himself be relaxed when he talks to you. 
“Mmh.” You turn to him, the electricity coming back once your eyes connect. “Wanna carpool?” 
“Movie night later?” He adds, nodding as he does. You fixate on his hair, and the way that it bounces everywhere. 
“Yeah.” 
You both smile at each other. You try to stay on this moment, just the two of you in a little bubble, nothing else going on. But, alas, you feel Dustin’s stare on you. Well, not only his. Everyone seemed to be staring at you. 
“What?” Steve asked, as he turned away from you, his voice dropping in tone. 
“Uh, nothing.” Lucas mutters, elongating the i. nothiiiiiing. 
You raise your eyebrow at them, trying to play it off as if nothing had changed. Because, nothing had changed. The promise that was made last night, was still just that, words, but damn, you were hungry for his lips. 
“So you’re not coming home tonight either?” Dustin points outs, and he can feel you killing with your stare. 
“What do you mean, either?” Max asked, her head moving between the both of you. 
“Dustin…” You warned him, threatening him with your fork. 
“You didn’t go home yesterday?” Steve played dumb, he raised his eyebrows at you. You knew that in reality, he was teasing you. Made only evident by him pushing his leg against yours. You squinted your eyes at him, begging for him to shut up. 
“Shut up, or no movie night.” 
-
As soon as Steve opens the door, walking into Family Video, Robin knows something’s changed. 
He’s her best friend, and she knows him better than anyone. So she notices. The little smile that only a fool falling in love has, the sparkle in his eyes shining even with the lights turned off. She notices the way he glances at the clock, longing for something. 
All she can do is smile at herself, hopeful that he has finally found someone worth having. 
It’s not until she has her break and comes over for a quick to-go cup that she connects the dots. 
She is one of your closest friends, and she knows you well enough to notice it too. 
Robin sees the way you’re smiling into nothingness, the way your eyes flicker for a second when you hear the bell over the door, and how hopeful you look that someone will come in, and how your face turns to the clock when you don’t see who you long for walking in. 
In that moment, she knows that whatever happened last night, only made you too finally realise what she has known all along, that you two are made for each other. 
However, she doesn’t say anything. She just smiles to herself, and waits patiently for tonight's movie night. 
But it becomes more obvious, when she sees you two together. 
Steve is eager to close, and for once he does most of the work, he almost trips over when he steps foot on the street, too excited to watch what he’s doing. You seem to stumble as you close the door of the café, your hand almost getting trapped between the metal railing and the ground. But you don’t mind, your whole body relaxes as soon as you make eye contact with him. And he seems to stop, his heart skipping a beat once he sees you, your hair falling in all the right places as you turn to him, he can’t help but smile deeply. 
Robin is sure now, once he sees the way you’re looking at each other, that you’re both falling for one another. 
-
You had had countless movie nights together. Robin usually laid half in the floor, her head resting on the end of the couch where you and Steve were always cuddled up. 
But tonight, your head rested on his shoulder, and Robin sat down on the loveseat, glaring at the two of you, with a knowing smile on her face. 
Steve noticed her stare. When he looked over at her, he nodded, and she failed to hide an excited squeak, as soon as she realised that she was right.  
The movie was starting, and Steve was sure you were going to love that one. As soon as it came into his hands, he had wanted to see you watching it. Maybe it’s because he knows that you’re a sucker for a fantasy movie, or maybe it’s because he’s aware of your obsession with Bowie, and lucky for you, Labyrinth combined the two perfectly. 
So while you were busy, your eyes glued to the screen, he watched you closely. One of his hands rested on the small space that formed between your neck and your shoulder, his hands gracing your skin, caressing you, making your whole body tingle with goosebumps every time his nails dig into your skin. And every time that happened, your hands would squeeze his upper thigh. 
Hidden under the blanket, your hands rested on his body. When he grabbed you, your hands responded, needing him closer. Wanting to ask him to kiss you right here and there, but being unable to do so, while Robin was still in the room. You could only do one thing, enjoy the movie and wait for time to pass. Enjoying him, in this way, so close that you could drink up his cologne. A strong smell of aftershave, vanilla and lavender invaded you, making you dizzy with the closeness. 
Then, the door rang and the smell of pizza was present. Steve stopped the tape, and you jumped to the door, trying once again to beat him to it, so you could pay for it. You liked it, it was the way you felt like you could tell him that you cared. You realise in that moment that maybe that’s why you never let him pay for his coffee. 
Regardless, Steve was lost in you, and his eyes didn’t leave your body as you walked away. He didn’t realise he was so lost into you until he heard the soft chuckle that escaped Robin’s lips. His head turned to face her, and he found her with a big smile and her eyebrows raised. 
“When did that happen?” She whispered, worried that you would hear her. 
“Oh, um…” He was shy now, his cheeks glowed pink, and he was unsure on what he could say, or what to say to that matter. “Well I um, we were walking back to the cars, and um, she almost fell, but then I uh, I catched her.” He begins to tell her, his eyes brighter than before, his smile only growing deeper at the memory of you, that close to him on that cold april night. “And I… I don’t really know why, but something kind of changed. And uh… Yesterday she fell asleep here, and she said she wanted to kiss me.”
“Did you?” Her voice spikes up, as her eyebrows raise, excited for him, for you. He can’t help but chuckle, as he avoids her stare, looking at the way you pay the pizza delivery boy, with your usual calm demeanor that he loves. 
“She was drunk.” Steve begins to explain, he was playing anxiously with the blanket that you left next to him. Robin nodded, knowing why he didn’t do it. 
“But you wanted to?” 
“Of course, but… I wouldn’t-”
“Yeah, I know.” She cuts him off, a knowing look between both of them. “For the record, I still think she wants to kiss you.” Robin teases Steve, making him laugh as you come back with the pizzas, the smell of food filling the air. 
“What are you two laughing about?” You chirp, sitting down with the boxes on your lap, and passing them around. Robin had the mushroom pizza all to herself, Steve enjoyed the Italian sausage, and you had chosen the peperoni, even if you knew Steve would ask you for a bite or two. 
“Oh, nothing, we’re just hungry.” Robin said, knowing as well as you do, how bad of a liar Steve can be when put on the spot. 
-
Steve was speechless. You had fallen asleep on his shoulder, while the hand that rested on his thigh was now intertwined with his, though since you had drifted off, your fingers had relaxed a bit, letting him play lazily and carefully with your fingers. He enjoyed the way your skin felt, so soft against his. He wanted to feel them all over him, he needed you to feel him, your hands all over his skin. 
Just the thought of it made him breathe heavier, and feel as goosebumps invade his skin. 
Robin knew she needed to head out, so she called Nancy, and was waiting eagerly for her to come pick her up. But instead of looking out the window to catch a glimpse of her car, she was mesmerized by the sight of you too together. 
“Steve?” Robin whispered. 
“Robs?” He answered, careful not to wake you up. 
“You really do like her, don’t you?” He didn’t even need to answer, given that the soft curling upwards of his lips had already done so for him, regardless he nodded, and looked back at the way your eyelids were shut. 
“Is that bad?” Steve was afraid of the answer, he trusted Robin’s opinion more than anyone. 
“No.” She replayed, calmly. Her voice barely over a whisper, she was still smiling at him. “I can tell she likes you too.” 
“How come?” 
“They say that when you’re comfortable with someone, you have no trouble falling asleep. Henderson here always has trouble falling asleep, unless she’s near you.” 
Steve presses his lips together, as he remembers every single time you had fallen asleep next or near him, and he can’t help but giggle a little, just like Robin is now doing. 
“I really do like her, Robin.” He admits. What he doesn’t realise, is that you’re now beginning to wake up, making those the first words you hear, you decide to keep your eyes shut, and eavesdrop, trying to suppress your smile from appearing. 
“That’s amazing. You deserve something good.” She tells him. She's calm and confident. Honest. 
“But I’m scared.” He admits, his voice almost breaking. 
“You shouldn’t be, but I guess it’s normal. You’re being vulnerable with her, and with me now I guess.” She’s really trying to be reassuring, and somehow it works, as Steve can feel his shoulders drop, and you feel how his hand grips yours again. 
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He adds, you can feel his eyes lay on you, as he smiles. 
“I think Nance’s outside.” She whispers, as you hear her standing up. The wooden floor under his feet cracking as she approaches Steve. You hear their usual fist bump, as he opens and closes the door. 
Then you’re left there. 
You and Steve, finally alone. 
At first you stay there, frozen and enjoying Steve’s soft strokes, he’s drawing the same pattern over and over again on every piece of skin he manages to take a hold on. But once again, your soft smile betrays you, and in that moment Steve’s aware that you’re awake. 
“Hey.” You whisper, your eyes beginning to open, seeing him tower over you, a lovesick smile present on his lips. 
“Hi.” He answers, pushing away a flock of hair away from your face, tucked away behind your ear. He watches as you incorporate yourself, your faces finally looking at each other. His eyes can’t stop looking at you, closely, in the same way, you can’t help your cheeks from warming up. “You’re okay, honey?” 
There it was again. That stupid soft pet name that made you blush almost instantly, that word that only came out of his lips when you too were alone. 
“I’m great, Stevie.” It almost makes him melt, the way your voice calls him. How it tingles his skin, how it makes his chest feel tighter, how he wishes for you to never stop calling him. 
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah.” 
It was pretty obvious, if the dopey smiles and lovesick stares weren’t enough, the electricity that could be felt between both of your bodies let you know for sure. And the same question ran through both of your minds.  do you want to kiss me as much as i do?
But regardless he asks another question, one as stupid as the one he’s thinking. 
“Do you want me to drive you home?” You press your lips together in response, as you shake your head no. Your hair messing a bit as you do so. “Do you want to stay here?” 
And for some reason, maybe it’s the sense of comfort that invades the shared space, or the fact that his eyes have flicked to your lips twice since you had opened your eyes, but you finally have enough courage to ask him what he had promised. 
“Steve–” You whisper. 
“Honey?” 
“I want you to kiss me.”
His head closes the distance that separates the two of you. Your breath is mixing with his, as he bumps his nose with yours, that amount of closeness, that neediness makes you dizzy with anticipation. 
“Are you sure?” He sounded needy, almost drowning in anticipation. You nodded, your nose gracing his as you did so. 
“Yes, please, Stevie.” 
Hearing you whine like that does something to him, it makes his stomach knot up. His hand grabs the back of your neck, soft enough to not harm you, but hard enough to make you shiver once you feel the way his fingers touch your skin. You close your eyes, as soon as you feel him pulling you closer, his lips are just a whisper away from yours, and he is enjoying every moment. But as soon as his curved up smile reaches yours, you know he’ll kiss you, just as deeply and sweetly as you have been imagining. 
You’re right. 
His lips fit perfectly against yours. He tastes of vanilla and mint. His hand holds your neck tightly and close to him. He opens his mouth a bit, biting your lower lip, softly, waiting for your tongue to come out, and gives you the needy big kiss that he has been dying to give you. 
When you pull away, you don’t really separate. His forehead is leaning against yours. His thumbs stroke your cheeks in a repetitive circle pattern. Your hands have traveled all the way to his wrists, you were dizzy and you needed to hold him close, you needed to believe this really had happened. 
Steve started to laugh, slowly, softly.
 If you asked him, the answer would be yes, he has definitely fallen for you.
As soon as you heard him, you couldn’t help yourself, that stupid giggle was now escaping your lips, the kiss was better than you had imagined, and you needed a thousand more of them. 
“That… Was worth the wait.” You whisper against his lips. 
“You’re dramatic.” He chuckles, as he starts to play with the end of your hair. 
“Yeah I know.” You tell him, leaving a quick wet kiss on the corner of his mouth. “And you’re pretty.” You compliment him against his skin, feeling how it begins to warm up, a pinkish colour appearing on his cheeks. 
“Honey?” He’s the one whispering now, asking, almost begging for your attention. 
“Yeah?” 
“I want to kiss you again.” He tells you, as he nuzzles his nose into the apples of your cheeks, as soon as he feels you smile he can’t help but nibble a bit, a small bite that he leaves on your skin.
“You can kiss me as much as you want, babe.” Babe. As soon as he hears you say that he feels his heart melt, and he knows he could die right here and there and he would go happy. 
Maybe that’s why he can’t help himself, and the weird chuckling noise he emits as he closes the distance once again. Your hands are now tangled in his hair, and you play with it, as he deepens the kiss, his hands burry into your skin, pulling you closer, and closer. He needs you, he has to feel you close. He’s drunk with need, and anticipation, everytime your lips connect, he’s more sure that you’re the only person he ever wants to kiss, ever again. 
That necessity that he had before, it becomes much present now that he’s tried the way your lips taste. His fingers find his way under your shirt, tracing a pattern on your skin, making you whimper by that simple touch. He knows the affect he has on you, but you’re still unaware of just how much power you have over him. 
It’s not until your lips leave tiny kisses over his face, trailing off until they find his neck. A low groan that escapes Steve’s lips makes your entire body shiver, feeling how a pressure under your bellybutton begins to form. You've never heard him make that sound, and now you never want to stop hearing it. 
Steve throws his neck backwards, giving you full acces to wherever you please, as long as one of his hands is intertwined with one of yours. It’s not that he’s clingy, it’s just that he can’t quite believe that you’re with him, like this. 
So you stay there, kissing him, just as much as he kisses you. His left hand on the small of your back and his right one holding your hand closely to his. 
Eventually you stop. 
You’re both with a stupid smile on your lips, looking at each other with the same look, a I can’t believe this is happening, kind of look. He knows that it shouldn’t go any further, but he can’t help but wonder how you look under another certain light, with flushed cheeks and you screaming his name with a whimper. 
But just as much as he wonders that, he’s aware that it’s way too soon.  
So he just stays there, laid on the couch next to you, his hand still holding yours, his thumb rubbing the space between your index finger and your thumb in a repetitive pattern. 
You’re lost into him. You can’t quite believe just how lucky you feel, the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen is now next to you, just as crazy in love as you are. 
“What?” You whisper to  him, your eyes lighting up as you ask him. 
“Would you go out? With me?” You hear him asking, you don’t think you’ve ever heard him this shy. 
“Are you asking me on a date, Harrington?” You tease, failing to hide your excitement. 
“Only if you say yes.” He adds, that stupid Steve Harrington smirk present on his face, with his bright dark honey eyes shining directly to you. 
“Yes.” 
“Yes?”
“Yes, Steve, I’ll go out with you.”
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welcome to the family
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Hopper!Reader, Jim Hopper x Daughter!Reader, Eleven Hopper x Sister!Reader
Summary: You invite your boyfriend Steve over for dinner for the first time with your dad and younger sister. (Set between season 2 and 3)
Word Count: 2.1k+
Warnings: extreme fluff, protective!hop&el, Steve being nervous and adorable as per usual
a/n: sooo this fic was my all time favourite fic that i wrote on my old account so i thought it would be perfect to have this be the first one that i reposted. i made some edits and added a few extra scenes and things and i hope you love it! 
NOT MY GIF! CREDS TO OWNERS!
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You had just finished setting the table with your younger sister whilst your dad worked on getting the food ready when a knock on the door echoed throughout the cabin. The three of you froze, heads shooting up, wide eyes flickering between one another in confusion. 
Typically, you would have recognised that knock anywhere, but the months of keeping your sister hidden from the outside world and not letting anyone other than yourself or your dad into the house made you all instinctively alert.
You wrap an arm around Eleven, pulling her protectively into your side as your dad slowly places down the bowl he was holding, making his way from behind the counter towards the front door, fists clenched tightly by his sides.
“Hey, uh, it’s Steve. Am I early?”
Your shoulders instantly relax at the familiar voice, Eleven releasing her tight hold around your waist as she feels the tension leave your body. She looks up at you in surprise and you give her a comforting grin in response, pressing a kiss to her growing hair before heading in the direction of the front door. 
However, you pause as you realise that your dad has already beaten you to it. He gives you a smug smirk, ushering you away and signalling that he’ll take care of it and you give him a stern look in response, meaning ‘play nice’.
He rolls his eyes and nods, holding his hands up in defence before turning towards the door. He carefully turns all of the locks, puffs his chest out and swings the door open to reveal your visibly nervous boyfriend, clutching a small bunch of nearly dead flowers in his sweaty hands. He smiles sheepishly at your dad, trying to discreetly wipe his hands off on his jeans.
“Hopper” He nods, before his eyes widen. “I mean Chief-I mean Mr Hopper-I mean sir-I..uh-” He stutters, face turning a light pink. Your dad cuts him off with a laugh disguised as a cough.
“Hopper’s fine, kid” He looks your boyfriend up and down, face emotionless and moves to the side, gesturing for him to come inside. 
The brunette gulps and walks inside, stumbling slightly over his feet. El comes to stand beside you, arm returning around your waist. You glance down at her, holding back a laugh at the look of amusement on her face. 
“Dinner will be ready shortly,” your dad announces after doing a quick check of the surroundings outside and relocking the door. “If you’ll excuse me.”
Steve nods quickly as Hopper turns, returning to the kitchen, busying himself with cutting up some vegetables for the coming meal. You watch as your boyfriend takes a deep, shaky breath, muttering inaudibly to himself before turning around, starting slightly once he realises he has an audience. His face instantly lights up and relaxes once he registers your warm, welcoming features looking back at him, making his way towards you quickly. God you looked gorgeous.
Your smile widens as he comes closer, blushing as he leans in to shyly peck your cheek before smiling nervously down at Eleven. He clears his throat before hurrying to separate the almost forgotten flowers in his hands into two bunches before holding them out in front of you and El. 
“I-uh-I got these for you. Both of you.” He clarifies, smiling gently at you and your sister.
You feel your heart turn to mush at the adorable boy in front of you, taking the first bunch of flowers with a grateful smile. You look towards El, who’s staring wide-eyed up at Steve. You nudge her gently, nodding your head towards the flowers. She takes them carefully, looking down at them in awe before raising her head with a small smile.
“Thank you” She whispers sheepishly, before running over to the kitchen to show Hop. 
You look at Steve with a wide grin, his face mirroring your own. You check that your dad’s attention is wholly captured by your sister’s excited presentation of her flowers before reaching over and putting your arms around his shoulders, kissing him quickly. 
“You’re too cute!” You gush, squishing his reddening cheeks affectionately. He chuckles at your antics, before his face turns serious.
“Your dad doesn’t like me..” He murmurs, sadness pooling in his brown eyes. You cup his face in your hands, pouting at him before giving him a comforting smile.
“He does.” You reassure, “He’s just protective. They both are” You mumble, looking over to your dad and sister in the kitchen area. You turn your attention back to Steve, who’s looking at you with so much love in his eyes you think you could cry. “Besides, with the amount of times you’ve saved my life over the past two years, there’s no way either of them could hate you.”
He opens his mouth to argue but you pull away from him as you spot your dad walking towards the table with El right behind him, both carrying full plates of food for the four of you. You take Steve’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and guide him over to the table. 
Hopper and El are already sitting down beside each other, and you move to take the seat across from El before an arm stops you. Steve scrambles to pull your chair out for you, making you giggle softly at his gentlemanly behaviour as you sit down. He takes his place beside you, wiping his clammy hands off again. 
You place a hand over his bouncing knee, making him turn his head towards you. You give his knee a squeeze, smiling reassuringly at him. Your dad watches the interaction carefully, the corner of his lips twitching upwards at the sight of his love-struck teen. But he would never let you see that. He clears his throat, catching both of your attentions, and motions towards the food.
“It all looks delicious” Steve praises, afraid to look your dad directly in the eye so opts to turning to Eleven instead. “Did you help make all of this?” he asks, mock surprise in his tone. 
Eleven grins and nods, appreciative of her help being recognised, eyes flickering over to you. You wink at her, causing her to let out a giggle. 
“Let’s eat, shall we?” Your dad’s tone is harsh and you look at him in shock, raising your eyebrows scoldingly at him. He shrugs his shoulders in response, attention turning to Steve.
“So, Steven,” he begins, tone menacing and face dead serious. “What are your intentions with my eldest daughter?” 
“Dad!” You scold, eyebrows knitted in anger. 
“Yeah, what are your intentions with my sister?” El mimics, arms crossed over her chest. Your head snaps to your little sister, eyes widening.
“Eleven!” You expect this from your dad, but he’s dragged her into this too?
Steve places a hand over yours, calming you instantly. 
“It’s okay” He soothes, before staring directly at Hopper, hand still holding yours. 
“Sir, I love your daughter.” He starts, causing you to look over at him in shock. You’d said it to each other before, but the declaration in front of your family surprised you. “All of my intentions are good, I can promise you that. My only goal in our relationship is to make her happy every chance I can get and I know how lucky I am to have her. I would never dream of hurting her and I know we haven’t really talked about it before, but I can’t imagine my future without her in it.” He finishes his speech, now looking at you. 
Your eyes are full of tears, your face sporting a wide grin as you gaze at him in awe. You turn to your dad, surprised to see a wide smile on his face too. Glancing at El, her face mirrors his and they look at each other and nod. 
He turns back to Steve, holding his hand out over the table. Steve looks at it in surprise, before composing himself and taking it in a firm grip.
“That was a test.” He says. “We wanted to make sure you were good enough for our girl. And now that we see that you are..” He trails off, letting go of his hand and looking down at El with a smile.
“Welcome to our family!” She exclaims, grinning. 
Steve looks like he’s about to burst into tears as he looks at you, you squeezing his hand tightly as your expression mirrors his own. You know how much those four little words mean to him, what with his own family being so absent in his life. You turn to your family with a teary laugh.
“Thank you” Steve chokes out, covering his shaky voice with a cough. 
Hopper nods with a knowing smile, before gesturing to the food. 
“Well, we didn’t slave away in the kitchen all afternoon for this to go to waste. Eat up.” He jokes, nudging his shoulder against El’s. The table erupts into laughter as the four of you dig into your meals, your hand still clutched tightly in Steve’s own.
The remainder of the night is less awkward than the start. The conversation between the four of you flows easily and by the end of the night, you are all laughing together and sharing stories, your dad telling Steve your most embarrassing moments growing up, much to your dismay. Eleven had quickly warmed up to Steve and stayed glued to his side for most of the night, much to your delight.
When it was eventually time for Steve to bid goodnight to you all, your dad gave him an approving pat on the back and thanked him for looking after you when he couldn’t. As Steve made his way to the door, El wrapped him in a warm embrace, making him stumble before returning the embrace with a chuckle. You watched them with watery eyes and a wide smile, thankful that she felt so comfortable around him. 
“I’ll walk you out.” You offer as El releases him, ruffling her hair as she walks back past you to join your dad in the living room. You grab a coat from the rack by the door, helping Steve with the many locks before following him out onto the porch. 
Your eyes scan the surroundings out of habit before settling on your boyfriend’s glowing features once satisfied that it was safe. You grin at him, shuffling over to wrap your arms around his waist, nestling your head against his warm chest as his arms come up to cocoon you in his embrace. He sighs against your head, chest vibrating with a chuckle as he reaches up to cup your face in his warm hands, proceeding to litter every inch of your face with sloppy kisses. 
“Thank you.” he begins, pulling back to smile lovingly at you. “Not just for tonight, but for everything. For choosing me to love and to bring into your family. You’ll never know how thankful I am.”
Your heart warms at his words, shaking your head and cupping his face in your colder hands. “It’s me who should be thanking you. Most people would not be able to handle all of this,” you say, gesturing to the empty space surrounding you and the cabin you call home. “But you don’t even bat an eyelid. And how sweet you were with El...I just-I really love you. So much.”
His smile widens at your words, repeating them back to you without hesitation. He leans in, relieved at finally being able to give you a proper kiss before he is cut off by a loud knock on the glass beside you. Your heads snap to the window and are met with the disapproving glares of your dad and sister, shaking their heads at Steve and waiting until he steps hurriedly back from you before lowering the curtain with matching smirks.
“I guess that’s my cue.” Steve chuckles, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “I’ll call you as soon as I’m home.”
You nod, ignoring the fact that your family is probably still watching and rushing over to give him a soft kiss. You smile sheepishly when you pull back for air, chuckling at the expression on Steve’s face. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. I’ll be waiting for your call, Stevie.”
He laughs, giving you a mock salute before making his way off of the porch and back towards his car, parked discreetly off to the side of the cabin. You wait until he is safely inside and driving away before heading back through the cabin door and bolting it again. You roll your eyes at the pointed look from your dad and join your sister on the couch, wrapping her into your embrace as your dad chooses a movie for you to watch. You loved your little family to pieces and it made you so happy to know that Steve was welcomed into it with open arms. 
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Feel Better
Pairing: Bucky x F!reader
Warnings: No warnings, just fluff!
Length: 674
Summary: Bucky takes care of you while you’re sick.
A/N: I am currently sick so I decided to write a cute little post to make me feel better (and so I can procrastinate on my calc homework)
I do not give consent for my work to be translated, copied, or sold!
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You felt fine a day ago. Maybe your throat was a little scratchy and you sneezed maybe once or twice but you felt completely fine. But Bucky knew better.
The scratchy throat soon turned into a sore throat and the sneeze turned into a coughing fit and a low fever.
“Bucky, I’m fine!” You push your boyfriend’s hand away from your shoulder and try to get out of bed.
“Doll, you need to rest.” You give up and let Bucky gently tuck you into bed.
“Bucky, It’s probably just allergies.”
“Doll, you’re burning up and all you want is soup. It’s not allergies.” You sigh and watch as he goes into the bathroom.
You hear him turn on the bathtub and fill it with warm water and some Epsom salt. He goes into your side of the dresser and gets out a clean pair of black sweatpants, a pair of underwear, and his red henley that you stole.
“Really, Doll?” Bucky turns to you with a smirk.
“It’s a comfy shirt and it smells like you.” You shrug.
Bucky lets out a laugh and brings the clothes into the bathroom. He grabs one of your favorite candles and lights it before turning off the bathroom lights. He goes to your side of the bed and sits next to you, gently stroking the side of your face.
“Come on, Doll. This will make you feel better, and I’ll make you a nice bowl of canned soup and some ginger tea.” You laugh at his comment about soup but start coughing.
“Bucky, just go stay with Steve. I don’t want to get you sick!” Bucky looks at you before kissing your lips.
“Well, I just kissed you so now I guess I’m sick.” You gasp before weakly punching his arm.
Bucky’s face scrunches and he holds his arm. “OW! What the fuck Doll?”
“Why did you do that, I’m sick! I don’t want to take care of your whiny ass!”
Bucky smiles down at you and kisses you again. “Doll, I’m a super soldier. You don’t need to worry about me.”
You look up at him before grabbing his hand. “I’m sorry for punching your arm.”
Bucky kisses the tip of your nose before getting up and carrying you bridal style to the bathroom. “It’s ok, Doll. Now let’s get you in the bath.”
Bucky gently puts you on your feet and helps you undress. He peppers kisses all over your body, saying how sorry he is that you’re sick. He gently takes your hand and helps you get into the tub, making sure that you’re comfortable.
“Ok, Doll. I’m going to make your tea and soup, I’ll be back with a glass of water.”
You grab his hand before he can leave and kiss his knuckles. “Thank you, baby.”
He kisses your forehead with a smile. “Anything for you.” And Bucky leaves the bathroom, leaving the door open in case you needed him.
You relax into the bathtub and close your eyes. You could feel your muscles relax as you let yourself be. However, the chills start to come and soon you’re shivering. You decide to sit in the bath for a few minutes before getting out to get dressed, you wanted to get all of the “sick” off of you.
Bucky comes in with a glass of ice cold water. “Doll, you’re shivering!”
He quickly puts the water on the counter before rushing to you. He helps you get out of the tub and gently dries you before helping you in your clothes.
“Can you get me some medicine?” You ask, your teeth chattering.
“I already put it on your bedside table with your soup and tea.” Bucky quickly picks you up to tuck you into bed.
“You don’t have to do all this Buck, I can handle getting into bed myself.” You tell him as he runs to get the water he left in the bathroom.
“Don’t worry about me, I’m doing what I want to do and that’s taking care of you.”
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Linger On- Chapter 1
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Series Masterlist
Summary: 10 years ago Joel Miller broke your heart. You spent the next decade trying to forget him and making a new life for yourself in Chicago. When your father gets sick, you move back to Austin to care for him, husband and son in tow. You find your life once again entangled with Joel's.
Word Count: 3.5k
Rating: E (nothing explicit happens for a while. Just blanket warning for the whole series.)
Warnings: no warnings for this chapter except a whole lot of angst. Moving forward there will be lots of smut and infidelity. reader is able bodied. can have/has had a child.
Author's Notes: I used to write supernatural fanfiction a decade ago and haven't written anything since. And I only ever shared it with close friends. This is only my second fic since I started writing again and I am very nervous to share it.
This will be a long one so buckle up. We will be alternating between the past and present. We'll eventually discover the reason Joel and Reader split and will expore the intervening years for both while they try to navigate being in each other's orbit again.
All banners and dividers courtesy of @cafekitsune
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You haven’t been back to Texas for nearly ten years. Even after all this time the wound still felt raw. The ache in your chest just as fresh as it was the day it was put there. Sometimes, if a memory caught you off guard, your heart would physically hurt. Your chest would tighten and you couldn’t find your breath. You wished you could cleave the offending organ from your body in those moments. Did you know that you could literally die from a broken heart? The stress causes your heart muscles to weaken and it can be fatal. 
Your parents always came to Chicago for visits. They remember why you didn’t want to come home in the beginning. They were there for the whole damn thing. Your mom had spent many a night in your bed with you, never ending supply of tissues and ice cream. Your dad wasn’t much for words but he offered his support in other ways. A comforting hand on your shoulder or a kiss on the crown of your head. They also paid all of the expenses to get you moved into your new Chicago apartment two months earlier than you had planned. 
After a few years you had to start coming up with new reasons to have the visits in Chicago. Usually you just blamed it on work. You were supposed to have moved on. You had moved on in a sense. The ring on your finger is evidence of that. Steve isn’t a bad man, he just isn’t him. He never would be and that was his fatal flaw. Your marriage’s fatal flaw. You would never truly be able to move on from him. 
You spent half a year wallowing in your despair, trudging through the world on autopilot. You only left your apartment for necessities. Content to exist within the darkness and solitude of those four walls. You could hardly bear to even see the sun. It reminded you too much of unbearably hot Texas summer days spent at the lake, cold beer to keep you cool. You welcomed the frigid winter of Illinois. The days short and the cold oppressive. The nights were so cold, when you went out to do your shopping, it numbed your entire body. It was exactly what you needed. Your savings allowed you to exist in that bubble, painting and drinking and screaming, all the way through winter. By the end of March it popped. You emerged, much like the new blossoms of spring, energy renewed. Your resolve had been strengthened by the months of solitude. You had poured every one of your emotions onto canvas. 
You knew, after you survived that first winter, that you would live. You didn’t think your life would ever be as vibrant as it was during that Texas summer, and you were right. 
Once you emerged from the cocoon of your sorrow you burned every painting you made during that dark winter. You never picked up a paintbrush again. 
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Steve’s voice interrupts. You look from the rolling hills out of your window to him. His forehead creased in concern. You reach your hand to his and lightly pat it.
“Oh I’m fine. Just tired from the drive.” You assure him. You had never told him about the heartbreak you suffered a year before you met him. All evidence of your previous life had been wiped from your home by the time he earned an invitation. You mourn a little for the girl he would never know. The woman who danced and braided flowers into her hair. The woman who wore paint covered overalls and almost never wore shoes. 
The woman he knew was an entirely different person from who she had once been. You couldn’t be that girl again. You couldn’t be the girl he fell in love with for someone else. You would never dance in the flowers with anyone but him. 
You aren’t a hollow shell of a person either. You have joy in your life. You look over your shoulder into the backseat. Your son snored softly and was using his stuffed bear as a pillow to soften the door he laid his head on. He is the only thing that has ever filled the hole in your chest. You may not be in love with Steve but you would always be grateful to him for this gift he had given you. 
Steve was a wonderful father. He shared every duty of those first sleep deprived months. Never complained about changing a diaper or a middle of the night feeding. He was just as attentive as a husband. He had never missed a birthday or anniversary. Not once in nine years. He still opened car doors for you and pulled your chair out at restaurants. He asked about your day and really listened when you told him. 
Every one of these actions that should fill you with love for Steve make you feel guilty. Guilty that you could never return the love that he has given to you. Guilty that you don’t even think he is aware that you don’t. You probably wouldn’t be aware of it either, if not for that summer all those years ago. 
If you had never experienced a love that deep, you wouldn’t be able to differentiate love from the comfortable affection you have for your husband. During the early days you had thought that you had the ability to love him. Maybe it was just a slow burn. Surely not everyone had the spark and intensity of a rocket leaving the atmosphere. You spent an entire year waiting for the moment to come. The moment that you realized you couldn’t live without him. The moment that the ache in your chest was replaced by something else. That moment eventually did come, the day you heard your son’s heartbeat for the first time. 
Another day that fills you to the brim with guilt. You sat there holding Steve’s warm hand as they slathered your abdomen with freezing goo. Tears in both of your eyes but for different reasons. His tears were born of love for you and your child, pure happiness. Yours were born of heartbreak and regret. Not for your unborn baby but that you were sitting there with Steve. That you weren’t there with someone else. 
After you wiped the sticky ultrasound gel from your stomach and redressed you turned to see Steve down on one knee. He had a little black box in his hands. Tears still falling from his eyes, he sniffed softly and opened the box. “Will you marry me? I was going to ask weeks ago but I wanted the moment to be perfect. Feels like there couldn’t be a more perfect time.”
Your mouth fell open in shock and you reached a hand up to cover it. Yours tears fell freely now, you were unable to hold them back. You didn’t trust your voice so you just nodded. He leapt from the floor of the OB’s office and scooped you into a tight hug. “I’m so happy I could scream!” He exclaimed. Your heart broke a little more at his hope for the future. All you could do was wrap your arms around him. You were unable to stop the spiral you were in. How did you go from wanting to break up with Steve to agreeing to marry him? 
Two months before that appointment, you woke much earlier than normal. The weight of Steve’s arm draped over your side and his soft breath on your neck. You laid in the darkness unsettled by his presence. You kept waiting to be comforted by the knowledge that he was right beside you, but every time you woke up next to him you felt nothing. His being there didn’t bother you, but it didn’t do anything else for you either. The realization that all you could feel was indifference to his presence in your life hit you like a shot. 
You had tried so hard to make this relationship work. You had tried so hard to make it as real for you as you knew it to be for him. You never wanted to make anyone feel the type of heartbreak you had suffered. What was kinder, though? To hold on to him with the hope that you may one day feel something other than indifference? Or to hurt him a little now so that he might find something real with someone else? Was it cruel to allow him to think that you reciprocated the “I love you’s” that he showered on you? 
You knew what real love was. You had it once. And you would break your own heart over and over again if it meant you got to have that feeling back, even if it was brief. Steve deserved to have a love like that. He was kind and generous. He was endlessly patient and thoughtful. He deserved to have a love that filled him with the joy you had once known. He deserved to feel like his body was bubbling over with it. He would never get that from you.
You decided then, in the dark with him curled against your back, that you would let him go. Just because you would never have that type of love again didn’t mean you had the right to keep him from it. You felt the anxiety leave your body and for the first time in almost two years you slept peacefully. 
The landscape of the Texas Hill Country rolled by you, almost mocking in its serene beauty. You never wanted to lay eyes upon it again. But once again, the universe had different plans for you. 
8 years ago an ill timed business trip and what you thought then was food poisoning changed the course of your life. You thought it cruel to break up with Steve over the phone so you resigned yourself to wait until he returned. The day he left you couldn't keep any food down. You chalked it up to nerves but the following three days were much the same. The day before he returned you had an appointment with your doctor. When he returned with the results of your pregnancy test you vomited right on the floor of his office. 
You had the exact same feeling a month ago when your mother phoned you to inform you that your father had been admitted to the hospital. He had suffered a stroke. He would live but was now paralyzed on the left side of his body. He would need round the clock care. Your mother’s own health was less than ideal. She would be unable to care for your father the way he needed. Moving back to Texas was Steve’s idea. He could work from anywhere and with his big promotion a few years back coupled with the much lower cost of living in Texas you could afford to take time to care for your parents. 
The slowing of the car pulled you from your thoughts. You were turning into your neighborhood. New to you now, but the same one you lived in your entire childhood. “We’re almost there!” Steve exclaimed. “Yay!” You hear from the backseat. You had been so lost in thought you hadn’t even realized that Jamie was awake. He was grinning ear to ear. He had been so excited at the prospect of having a backyard to play in he hadn’t shown any disappointment in moving. He reminded you so much of your younger self. He took after you in ways that surprised you. He had never known those parts of you. He was a carefree child. His lust for life awed you. 
The first question he asked when you told him you were moving to be closer to Grandma and Grandpa was about the yard. “Yes my love. The house we found has a really big yard.” You told him. His second question immediately followed.
“Can we get a dog?”
“Oh we’ll have to see about that.” You told him. But you both knew you would give in to almost any request he made. Finally 
Finally, after two days driving, the SUV pulls into the driveway of your new home. The sale of your Chicago house made it possible to buy any house in Austin that you desired. But you wanted to be as near to your parents as you could get. You and Steve had managed to find a house one street over. It wasn’t in the best shape but for the location and price you couldn’t pass it up. Jamie would be attending the same school you had walked to every day for 6 years. The walk took you right by your parents house. You would drop him off in the morning and spend your day at their house, attending to whatever they may need. Then you would retrieve Jamie in the afternoon and bring him back to visit with his grandparents. 
Your father’s stroke had reminded you that the time you had with them is limited. You wanted to spend as much of as you could in the home you grew up in. You wanted Jamie to feel the love that seeped from every pore of that house. Your home was not an unhappy one but it didn’t burst at the seams with joy like your childhood home did. Your son deserved to feel the warmth that kind of love provided. 
You opened the door for Jamie and he hopped out, teddy bear in tow. You grabbed both of your backpacks from the floorboard of the backseat and made your way to the porch. The wood was rotting and the steps were creaky. Steve had assured you that you had plenty left over from the Chicago house to replace it immediately. The move happened so quickly that there wasn’t time to have it done before you moved in. The contractor was coming first thing tomorrow morning. You could put up with a terrible porch for one more night. You called your mom to let her know that you had made it safely and told her you would be by in the morning. Late morning. The drive had exhausted you and you were ready to fall into bed. Thankfully the movers had been there the day before unloading and setting up your furniture. But you had a little boy to feed first. 
After pizza had been eaten, a bath taken and little teeth brushed, it was finally bedtime. “Don’t forget my story Mama.” Jamie said. Even though he was as exhausted as you, he still fought sleep. He didn’t want to miss a thing that might happen while he was asleep.
“I would never forget your story, my love.” You assure him. You open the box marked “Jamie-Books.” And grab the one sitting on top. You snuggle up next to him in his bed and open the book. 
That’s where Steve found you an hour later as he was readying himself for bed. He smiled down at his little family and pulled the covers up over you both. A kiss on the head for each of you and he went on to the bedroom you shared, humming in contentment. 
Voices from downstairs woke you. Jamie was snuggled into your chest, snoring again. With a chuckle you attempt to disentangle his limbs from yours without waking him. He stirred a little and rolled over pulling his teddy tight to his chest. You pad down the stairs and catch Steve walking out the front door with another man. Must be the contractor. You slip back up the stairs to have a shower. 
After you shower and dress you make your way back downstairs. The smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen catches your attention. Steve is leaning against the counter, coffee mug in hand. The other man is looking over some paperwork spread out on the island, back to you. “Honey! There you are.” Steve said. “This is our contractor. He has some great ideas for the porch.” The man straightens and turns around. 
A wave of coldness overtakes your whole body as you meet the brown eyes that you had spent a decade trying to forget. The recognition in his eyes stops your heart. His mouth falls open and his brow furrows. He starts to say something and you decide in an instant how this is going to go. “Hi! Nice to meet you.” You stick your hand out and offer your name. You hope Steve couldn’t see the way you shook your head. He looks confused momentarily but extends his left hand to shake yours. You notice the wedding ring on his finger.
“Hello. Joel Miller. Nice to meet ya darlin’.” 
You snatch your hand away at the use of the pet name. The name he had called you so long ago. Steve’s phone rings just then. “I have to take this. Joel, fill my lady in on the details if you don’t mind.” He doesn't wait for a response, just answers the call and runs up the stairs to his office, closing the door behind him. 
“What the hell are you doing here?” You ask quietly but not trying to hide the venom in your voice.
“My job darlin’.” Joel answers.
“Don’t call me that, Joel.” Your voice is barely a whisper. “Please.” You beg. He can see the pain in your eyes and he would do anything, give anything, to take it away. He is well aware that he is the cause of it and that broke his heart. He starts walking towards you with his arm extended. Hand outstretched to comfort you. He stops midway when he sees your body stiffen. He had no right to comfort you anymore. He lost that when he lost you. “I’m gonna tell Steve we need to hire a new contractor.” You tell him. You just had to think of a good enough reason that wouldn’t rouse any suspicion. You could not have Joel in your home.
“You don’t have do that dar-“ he stops himself. “I can send Tommy to do the work if you’d rather.” 
“I think that would be best.” You reply. You and Tommy had always been good friends and you felt the loss of him almost as deeply as you did his brother. He had tried to remain friends even after you and Joel had broken up but it was too painful for you. It hurt so much to be on the periphery of Joel’s life but not in it.
The two of you stand there awkwardly for a moment. The tension in the room was palpable. Joel breaks the silence. “You look different. I always thought if I ever saw you again you’d still be barefoot with flowers in your hair.” He smiles at the memory. 
“I haven’t been that girl in a long time Joel.” You say sadly. His smile falls and you can see tears rimming his beautiful brown eyes.
“I’m so sorry, for everything.” His shoulders slump and he looks so pitiful you want to reach out and touch him. But you know doing so would break you in a way that could never be mended.
You turn to leave and softly reply “yeah, me too.”
You walk up the stairs as calmly as you can. You open the door to Steve’s office and catch his gaze. “One second.” He says into the phone.
“Hey I have to run to my parents’ house real quick.” You tell him. He just nods and resumes his call. You grab your purse and hurry out the door, not pausing to see if Joel remained. His pickup sat parked on the curb but thankfully he wasn’t in it. You hurry yourself into your car, jam the keys into the ignition and slam the car into reverse. 
You just need to get away from that house. A decade’s worth of feelings are threatening to breach the dam you had built for them. And you won’t give Joel Fucking Miller the satisfaction of knowing that he could still get to you. You can’t let Steve know either. You had decided it would be best for him to never know that you knew Joel before your “introduction” in the kitchen. 
You make it three blocks before the dam bursts. You pull over as huge heaving sobs wrack your entire body. The pain in your heart is so sharp you grab at your chest. Your breath is ragged and the sounds your cries make frighten you. You haven’t cried like this since that first lonely winter in the apartment you were supposed to have shared with Joel. You aren’t sure how much time has passed when your breathing finally slows and the tears finally stop. Your entire body feels like jelly. Every ounce of energy sapped from you. 
You knew there was a chance of running into Joel when you moved back. You hadn’t expected it to be your very first day. And in your own home no less. You make your way to your parents house and all you can think is “what the fuck am I going to do?”
Chapter 2
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Big shout out to @cannolighost for giving this a once over for me and giving me the confidence to post it!!!!
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state of grace | steve harrington x fem!reader
+18 nsfw. steve calls reader kitten, hickey session sorta, thigh riding, fingering, needy reader. no mention of pronouns, reader has a vagina. no use of y/n.
“Slow down, kitten” He whispers in your ear , your legs are straddling his waist, sitting on his lap with his face buried in your neck giving you kisses and bites all over your delicate skin.
“The yearbook club is going to kill me if i show up for picture day like this”
“Can you please not mention school while we are…”
“I will have to put a lot of concealer on”
“Baby just leave it, let anyone know who you belong to” his calloused fingers hide under the soft fabric of your shirt, he squeezes your breasts as you begin to grind over his leg.
“If i’m showing up like this then you too” you start nibbling on his skin, trying to leave a decent purple mark.
Your kisses go down to his collarbone, where you start to lick his skin like a kitty referencing the pet name he gave you.
“You are so fucking needy my little kitty, i can feel my thigh getting wet already”
You always do it and it kills him, your little tongue presses down wet kisses in the most sensitive parts, his cock gets hard with the feeling “Stevie, shut up!”
He laughs at your words, his giggles come back from the deepest part of his throat giving them a lower tone. The sound invades your ears and you let out a moan.
“Good, good kitten” Steve leans his head to one side while giving you space to kiss his neck more, and more. He notices you eager for friction and he gets comfortable, while the muscles on his leg tighten.
You feel your pussy starting to burn, you search for more friction while he bounces his leg , softly, up and down.
“C’mon i know you want to make a mess on my leg, i can feel it already princess”
A desperate whimper falls from your lips, is the sign Steve has been waiting for. He keeps you steady on his thigh while you grind in it. Pulling you down so your clit can feel more friction.
A hand slides down your skirt, he touches the wet spot between your legs and over your panties.
“I think this has to go” he maneuvers his fingers taking the lace of your panties, his full hand takes a part of them ripping them apart. He earns another whimper from you “I’ll buy you a new pair, baby”
Two of his fingers go easy inside you, he bumps them in looking at the pleasure on your face.
“Can i cum, please please can i cum?”
“Sure thing, kitten. Give it to me” his teeth burry in his bottom lip, your mouth keeps itself in a perfect shaped “O”
While your core starts to feel hotter than earlier, your tummy starts relaxing and letting out sticky cum from your orgasm. You lean your head back, closing your eyes, swearing you can see right now.
Steve’s thigh gets wet and sticky, he doesn’t mind. He smiles while staring at it and his hand travels to your hair.
“You are so pretty” his lips come to crash into yours, a soft kiss while you get down from your high.
“You too, Stevie” you whisper in his mouth, your words tickling his bottom lip “Let me take care of you now”
“Who am i to stop you? Go have your breakfast baby”
You roll your eyes chuckling, he does too.
The yearbook club will have to wait more time to take your pictures.
made this randomly today after work, gooodnight 😵‍💫🤤 REBLOG TO SUPPORT THE AUTHOR
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I am absolutely blown away by the response to this series! Thank you all so much to everyone who has liked, reblogged, and commented to say that I made you cry lol. I promise this will have a happy ending. thanks so much for sticking through this with me.
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 5
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wondering where I am, lost without you
part 4
Every way Eddie looked at it, he was in the wrong.
Eddie knew some things about himself. He knew that he could be a little self-centered sometimes. He was passionate and ambitious and he could get tunnel vision sometimes. He could sometimes put his own needs before others. He also knew that he could get nasty when these things were brought to his attention, because he really did love his people and he wanted to believe he was a good friend, a good nephew, a good boyfriend. He wanted to believe he was a good person and when he realized he'd hurt someone he had a tendency to lash out, to try to reframe it so that he wasn't the bad guy. Again, the self-centeredness.
Being back in the house he'd bought for himself and Steve last year with the earnings from the band's first album was... depressing. And not just because Steve wasn't here with him.
The house looked like a showroom, the same as the day they'd toured it with the realtor. It was as if Steve hadn't settled in, hadn't made it into a home. Like he wasn't comfortable here. Like he was staying in a stranger's house or a hotel room, like it wasn't his.
Eddie remembered the day they came to look at the house. It was beautiful and grand, the kind of house he'd always dreamed of having someday, as a kid in the trailer park, watching his uncle break his back at the factory just to put food on their little pull-out cracked linoleum dining table. A house with heating and cooling and all the room they could ever need for hosting holidays and a huge kitchen for Steve to cook in, a pool for all their friends. A home for their family. He'd been so proud that he could give this to Steve, that he hadn't cared that Steve hadn't been as enthused about it. Steve had wanted an apartment, a nicer one than the one they'd had, but he'd said they didn't need all this space and grandeur. Eddie suspected it reminded Steve of the cold, empty house he'd grown up in.
It wasn't meant to be empty. Eddie hadn't meant it to be empty. They had friends. A large network of found family. Only...
Robin had an apartment in Riverside, Nancy lived in the city, and Argyle, Jon, and Will had a bungalow in Long Beach. But other than that... everyone else was at least a day's drive away. Dustin was on the east coast. Everyone was busy with their own careers, their own families, Dustin, Mike, El, and Lucas were all at college. Steve's support group was scattered and busy. Steve was busy, too. He was a full-time student and still worked part-time at a convenience store, even though Eddie had told him he didn't need to do that anymore.
And Eddie hadn't been here. Steve had been alone in this big, cold, empty house.
They'd talked about what the tour would mean for them before Eddie had left on the road. They'd known it would be hard to be apart for so long. But Eddie had promised to call, to facetime, to keep Steve updated, to fly home when he could. Eddie was chasing his dreams, and Steve understood that. Steve had started school. They were both chasing dreams. But they were meant to do it together.
Somewhere along the way Eddie's manager had become more demanding. The band hardly ever got to rest, every day it was interviews or performing or fan encounters or writing or recording, and it was especially taxing on Eddie as the face of the band. He'd let himself be sucked into it, had put his career before himself and before Steve. Eddie had always wanted to be famous, had wanted to play his music for the world, wanted the attention and the money and celebrity. He'd wanted to be known and admired and yes, to share his passion for his music.
But since he met Steve, he'd always known he wanted Steve there with him, every step of the way. Wanted to spoil Steve, give him everything he deserved.
And Eddie had given everything to Steve that he thought he deserved, but not what Steve needed. He'd been selfish. He'd lost sight of what was important to him. He wanted the music career, he wanted the fame, but he needed Steve. He'd give everything up to have Steve back, to make him happy. Give him what he needed.
It had been a week since the fight with Steve and he still hadn't responded to any of his attempts to reach out. Eddie had wanted to drive to Robin's house, to make Steve listen to him, make him talk to him, but Robin had advised against it. Told him to give Steve time to think.
Eddie was afraid that if he gave Steve too much time to think, he'd realize he was better off without him.
Eddie had been fielding calls from his agent and manager trying to schedule him for interviews and recording all week, talking about shows. He'd turned them all down. He'd been working nonstop for six months. He deserved some time off. More importantly, he didn't think he could muster the energy to work when he knew how Steve was hurting, knew how he'd been the one to hurt him. He had to make this right first. Steve had to come first.
Eddie, swaddled in his nest of misery on the bed, dug out his phone and pulled up his convo with Steve (Stevie with little hearts and a crown), and scrolled back through their messages. Eddie never deleted conversations, so he could scroll all the way back through the year if he wanted to.
There were the messages he'd sent this week, unanswered.
steve, please
please talk to me
stevie, please pick up
im so sorry
imsry pleees stvie pick up pllase
plese pick up i need to taaalk to yo
pick up steve please jst talk to me
As he scrolled back, he saw a gradual change. The unanswered messages moved from the right side of the screen to the left.
Steve had stopped responding to him altogether this past week, but in the past month since his birthday party, his responses had been sporadic and short. Eddie could now see that Steve hadn't texted him first at all this past month. Eddie wondered if Steve had been trying to see something there, refusing to text Eddie first to see how often Eddie would reach out to him first. He was ashamed to see that there were days in between their correspondences, and most of them were surface level stuff.
The months before that were characterized by Steve sending him goodmorning and goodnight messages, asking how his day was, if he'd eaten, how the interview went, telling him he saw the interview on TV, pictures of his meals, pictures of himself doing homework, I miss yous, just Steve reaching out to him over and over again and Eddie responding sporadically, telling him how busy he was, and with promises to call at certain times. He'd broken way too many of those promises.
He got back to messages from when the tour started and they were filled with their usual chatter. Selfies, pictures of where they were, messages of how much Eddie missed Steve, how proud Steve was of Eddie. In the beginning they had texted every day. He remembered that they had called nearly every day, facetimed a couple nights a week.
He came back to the conversation from their first night apart. Eddie had been in a bunk on the tour bus. He remembered listening to Jeff's snores in the bunk below as he tapped away on his phone with Steve.
Steve: i miss you already eds
Eddie: i miss you too baby. so nervous 4 the first show tmr
Steve: ur gonna be amazing. uve bn working for this for years. ur there bcause ur amazing and you deserve this. Im so proud of you
Eddie: thanks baby. im proud of you too. im so happy i could help you go back to school you deserve it
Steve: dont 4get me when ur famous ;)
Eddie: lol never baby. how could i 4get dat azz
Steve: ur so dumb. i love you
Eddie: love you too sweetheart. goodnight
Eddie was crying again. He dropped his phone and buried his face into the pillow that still smelled like Steve's shampoo and let himself sob for a long time. He didn't know how he'd let this happen. How he'd lost sight of the person he'd been before the band had exploded into success. How he'd lost sight of the most important person in the world to him, the man who'd supported his dreams, who'd loved him through everything, loved him when he was just a face in the crowd, one of hundreds trying to make it big. Steve had always believed in him, and he'd given Eddie the courage to keep going, to believe in himself, to keep trying.
He wished Steve had told him how he was feeling. Eddie should have noticed how far away from him he was drifting, should have kept his promises, should have said no to his manager when he was being spread too thin, should have made time for Steve. He knew this. But he wished Steve had talked to him before it had gone so far.
But he knew his boyfriend, knew that he hated to admit anything was wrong. He was the type to weather the storm quietly, take the hurt and bottle it up, and make the most of what he had. Eddie knew this came from being raised by two emotionally distant and critical parents. Steve was used to putting on a brave face, gritting his teeth and baring it. Eddie had become good at reading him over the years, good at getting him to talk when he started to withdraw. But Eddie hadn't been here this time to do that.
He had to find a way to be there for Steve now.
After he'd stopped crying and gathered his resolve, Eddie opened his phone again and dialed Steve. Instead of going straight to voicemail, it actually rang a few times and Eddie got his hopes up that maybe Steve would pick up.
He didn't.
Eddie left a message. "Steve, I-" he cleared his aching throat "-I know I hurt you. I shouldn't have said what I said. I didn't mean any of it. I'm sorry for what I said and I'm sorry for how I've hurt you these past few months. You're-" His eyes ached with tears and he swallowed them down. He couldn't break down again on Steve's voicemail. It wasn't fair on Steve. Steve was the one hurting. "You're the most important part of my life. I want to apologize to you in person. You don't have to forgive me. You just... you deserve to hear it. I don't know if you're listening to these messages. Please just... maybe text me back to let me know you got this one. And take your time. Let me know if and when you're ready to talk. Please. I love you. Always."
He hung up and let a few tears roll into his hairline, soaking the pillow underneath his head.
A few minutes later, his phone dinged. It was Steve. Eddie's heart raced as he opened the message.
Steve: you can come to rob's tmr night at 7 n we'll talk
Eddie let out a sob, this one relieved. "Oh, Stevie," he whispered through a tentative smile. His fingers trembled as he responded.
Eddie: thank you, i'll be there at 7
Then,
Eddie: do you want me to bring ur face cream? buck 4got it
Steve typed for a while, stopped, started typing again. A few minutes passed before his message finally came through.
Steve: yea, thank you
Eddie frowned, wondering what Steve had typed out before he changed his mind and sent this instead. Then he got out of bed and went to shower for the first time in days, a sense of hope blossoming in him.
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alot of people have expressed how mad they are at eddie and i agree, he's been pretty shitty. i hope i haven't made him unsympathetic though. he's flawed, and we even see that it canon (I'm thinking of when he refused to move the D&D campaign for Lucas's championship game which was pretty shitty) but i fully believe that given the chance he would have recognized how he hurt his friend and made it right. he's a good person, and he made a mistake.
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