#also wrong anyway because steve is a baby boy

[thorniest-rose]

so glad I haven’t been seeing any posts in the steddie fandom like “Steve can’t be the bottom because he has chest hair” or because “he’s bigger and more manly than Eddie” like I know this sounds absurd but that is the kinda shit I see in fandoms all the time

#also wrong anyway because steve is a baby boy #and looking at them side by side there is HARDLY a difference between them!! #they're basically the same height and eddie might be really slender but steve is so small and compact too #anyway not sure what i'm getting defensive about #but i'm just SAYING

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Someone Borrowed, Someone Blue.

an engagement party, your childhood best friend, one too many glasses of champagne. what could go wrong?

pairing - childhood bestfriend!steve harrington x female reader

warnings - smut. cursing. cheating. alcohol mention. so much angst… i’d apologise but i’m not sorry.

word count - 3.7k

author’s note - get it? like, something borrowed, something blue… because it’s a wedding… I was half asleep when that popped into my head and I thought it was perfect, personally. I don’t condone cheating irl, but also… it’s your life, do what you want ;)

as always, reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics!! so, if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging. thanks, angels <3

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The moonlight shines down, glinting off the diamond ring settled on your left hand.

Everyone's dancing, singing, laughing, enjoying each other's company in a rare moment of complete happiness. People keep grabbing you, hugging you, reaching for you to offer their congratulations.

Isn't it just so wonderful? Two people completely in love. Ah, to be young again.

The fairy lights twinkle where they're hung across the garden, acres of grass just begging to be decorated. You'd initially protested this venue - a huge country house in the middle of nowhere, with countless rooms and a huge courtyard.

It's just our engagement party, not our wedding. We don't have to be so extravagant.

This isn't extravagant - not for my family, anyway. Just say yes. I'll plan the entire thing, you don't have to worry.

And so you did. Say yes. To his proposal, the venue, anything he suggests. You can't find it in you to say no, to argue, to fight for what you really want. It isn't worth it.

"There you are, my soon to be wife!"

You take a deep breath, pretending the sound of his voice doesn't make you feel sick.

"My soon to be husband."

He can't see the grimace on your face, even though it's there, loud and clear. He can't read you, has never been able to.

"A car has just pulled up. You expecting anyone else?"

You are, but you won't let yourself get your hopes up. So you lie.

"Don't think so."

"Okay, well... you'll save me a dance, won't you? My mom wants to take some pictures."

You nod reluctantly, patting his arm with as much affection as you can muster.

"I think your brother is calling you."

You direct his attention to where his frat boy siblings are, hollering and yelling for him to come over.

"My guys!"

He departs as quickly as he came, leaving a wave of too strong cologne in his wake.

You take a walk from the garden to the front of the house, curiosity peaked. You scan the parking lot, and your heart stops when you spot the car in the corner.

A burgundy 1983 BMW 733i.

He's here.

You spin on your heel, searching almost frantically, when you hear someone clear their throat. You turn around, and there he is.

Leaning against a pillar, stood in a dress shirt and tailored trousers, hair perfectly styled.

Steve Harrington.

You're half convinced you're dreaming. The world moves around you in a daze, crickets chirping and wind blowing gently. You lock eyes with him, and can't fight the grin that spreads across your face.

“Don’t fret, baby. The life of the party has arrived.”

You scoff but almost run towards him, tripping over in your heels. He meets you halfway, arms snaking around your waist to keep you steady as you wrap yourself around him.

He smells the same. Cologne, spearmint, a faint note of diesel from the car. He smells like home.

Past home, you remind yourself. Not anymore. You have a new home now, with a soon to be husband that doesn’t understand you and a soon to be family that is built on morally questionable money and fake niceties. Steve’s a person of your past, a distant memory, a fading dream.

Except he’s stood right in front of you.

He's staring at you with a look in his eyes you can’t quite place. You’ve never seen it before.

"I didn't think you'd come," you whisper, begging yourself to pull away from his embrace. He doesn't let you go far, keeping his arms around your back as if he's worried you'll bolt at any given moment.

"And miss my best friends engagement party? Never."

"Best friends. We're not five anymore, Steve."

You roll your eyes, punching his arm lightly.

"What, I can't call you my best friend anymore?"

He picks you up, spinning you across the gravel of the parking lot. You're dizzy with it, the world passing by you in streaks of shapes and colours.

"Steve!"

"What?" he laughs. "You don't like this, best friend? What's the problem, best friend? Are you dizzy, best friend?"

"Put me down!"

Steve throws you over his shoulder as you both spin, strong hands preventing you from falling.

"Put me down, Steve, please - okay, okay! You're my best friend! Call me best friend all you want, please!"

Steve's crying with laughter, out of breath and rosy cheeked. He places you back on the ground, smoothing your hair down with rough palms.

You inhale carefully, grabbing onto his biceps as an anchor as you gauge your bearings. You look up at him, and lose your breath all over again.

Chest heaving, tongue darting over his bottom lip, hair mussed but still perfectly styled. He looks a picture, an ancient painting, a statue carved from the finest marble.

"I never want you to stop calling me your best friend," you whisper, so quietly that the breeze takes it.

"Then I won't."

Your hand slips down Steve's arm and into his, fingers linking gently.

"I missed you."

"I missed you so much, Birdy. You have no idea."

The childhood nickname shoots a lightning bolt through your heart, shiver running up your back involuntarily.

The two of you would sit and watch cartoons for hours on the floor of Steve's living room, pressing your little heads together to see the TV better. He'd joke that you sounded like Tweety Bird, all sweet and lispy. The nickname was born that day, and stuck ever since.

"How was California?"

"So good. I'll tell you all about it later. How's your engagement party?"

"It's good."

You try to sound convincing but your voice cracks, giving you away instantly. Busted.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. There's a few people you know back there - from school, the neighbourhood, family. They'll all wanna see you."

"I'll socialise later. Wanna talk to you first."

The intensity in his voice makes you nervous. You realise you're still holding his hand, so you drop it, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You didn't RSVP."

"Didn't get your invite. Travelling."

"I called your mom. She said she'd tell you."

"She didn't."

"She told me she did."

The crickets continue to chirp, gentle breeze blowing your hair into your face. You look at Steve pointedly, unwilling to be the first to break.

"What are you doing here, Steve?"

"It's your engagement party."

"So you've said."

"I haven't seen you in months."

"I tried to call, but you stopped answering."

"Birdy-"

"I'm just saying, Steve. We haven't spoken in months, I feel like you've been point blank ignoring me, I've had to come to terms with the fact that you probably wouldn't be at this party or the wedding and then all of a sudden you just show up? Unannounced?"

"I know how this looks."

"Do you?"

You're not entirely sure where all of this anger has come from, but you can't seem to tamp it down. It's bubbling, simmering, threatening to spill over the surface dramatically any second.

"I wasn't sure I could do this. Any of it."

"Do what?"

"Stand by and watch you make a mistake."

You scoff, laughing at him in disbelief. He's never been one to sugarcoat things, and usually, it's one of your favourite things about him. But not today.

"Don't you fucking dare, Steve."

"Birdy, be real. The guy is a prick. And you want to marry him? You're a smart girl, the smartest person I know. You've got to see that none of this makes any sense."

"So you showed up here to yell at me? Criticise my life choices? Thanks, Steve. Thanks a million. Some best friend, huh?"

"I've done nothing but support you."

"You ran away! Across the country! How is that support?"

"Fine, maybe I can't support straight up stupidity!"

"Am I smart or am I stupid? Which one is it?"

Steve sighs, running his fingers through his hair as he watches you pace the gravel in front of him. You're vibrating with fury now. It's something he's seen before. Something he knows how to navigate better than anyone. He knows you. He knows you need an outlet here.

He also knows that you're never more hyperaware than when you're mad. So, he takes his opportunity.

"I came here to tell you not to marry him."

You stop dead in your tracks, shaking your head in denial.

"...Why, Steve? Why would you say that?"

"You know why."

"No."

You take a deep breath and will yourself not to cry. In the garden, you can hear people laughing, singing along to some 70s pop song you've never liked. You pray silently that no one comes looking for you.

You take a step closer to Steve, standing up straight.

"Say it."

He looks at you incredulously, shocked by your sudden defiance.

"Say it, Steve. If you came all this way to say it, then fucking say it."

Steve steps into you, closing down the space. You don't move, determined not to back down.

"You're going to hate me if I say it, Birdy."

"I don't give a fuck anymore. Say. It."

Steve runs his tongue over his bottom lip, never once breaking eye contact with you. The silence seems to stretch on infinitely, thick and blanketing like fresh snow falling.

"I'm in love with you."

You feel like you've been punched in the gut. You take a deep breath and try to stay on two feet, wobbling where you stand. Finally, you find your voice.

"Fuck you, Steve Harrington. Fuck. You."

He laughs, but there's no humour in it.

"Yeah."

"How dare you? How dare you come to my engagement party and start confessing your feelings? You could have told me anytime, but you chose today?"

He goes to interrupt but you hold a finger up, effectively shutting him up.

"How long, huh? How long have you been in love with me?"

Steve's trembling, chest stuttering with the force of his confession.

"For as long as I can remember."

You haven't looked away from him once. You're frozen in place, suspended in the moment.

"No you haven't."

"You're gonna tell me how I feel now, Birdy?"

"Yeah, Steve, I am. Because I don't believe you. You're King Steve, ladies man, notorious player. You were never seen with the same girl twice in high school. Don't you remember? Sneaking into my room at night, whispering under my blankets about your latest hookup, telling me all the dirty details?"

"I remember," he whispers, voice laced with something like sadness. "Of course I remember."

"You don't get to tell me this now. It's not fair, Steve."

"Why not, huh?"

"Because I've always been in love with you! Always."

Steve stumbles backwards, dizzy and disorientated.

"No you haven't."

"You're gonna tell me how I feel now?" you laugh in disbelief. "I've always been in love with you. Everyone knows it. My parents, your parents, all of our friends... I think the goddamn mailman knew, Steve!"

"I didn't."

"Blissful ignorance," you chuckle humourlessly.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew it wouldn't change anything."

Steve's eyes go wide as he keels over, as if the wind has been knocked out of him.

"Wouldn't change anything? Birdy, it... I-I can assure you it... It would have changed everything."

You both look at each other, breathless and riddled with confusion. There's something flowing through your veins, something unintelligible, something unrecognisable.

"Why would you do this today?" you choke out, sobs threatening to break free. "Of all the days, Steve."

"Because I'm going insane!" he yells, voice raising. "I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't function knowing that you're going to marry a man you don't love. It's ruining my life, Birdy!"

"You don't think it's ruining mine? Huh?"

You take a breath, very aware that if you shout anymore, multiple people are going to come running from the garden.

"This is selfish, Steve. And you're not selfish."

He looks down at you, bottom lip wobbling.

"I am when it comes to you. Always have been."

"You're breaking my fucking heart, baby."

You choke out the words before bursting into tears, sobs wracking your frame. Steve grabs your hand and guides you to the stone steps, sitting you down next to him. Against better judgment, he slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

He smells so familiar, so comforting, that it only makes you cry harder. You bury your face in his chest, fingers tangled into his dress shirt, holding on for dear life.

"I'm sorry," he's mumbling. "I'm so fucking sorry. I had to. I really had to."

"I know," you're muttering back. "I know you did. I know."

You lift your head to look at him only to find he's crying too, years of emotion dripping down his face. You wipe his tears with your thumbs, your heart shattering at the sight in front of you.

Steve's only made you cry once before. In ninth grade, you'd stupidly assumed that the two of you would go to the prom together. Steve had made a joking comment about always being your date, and you hadn't questioned it. Then, one Friday night, he'd snuck into your room to tell you excitedly that he'd asked Lizzy Buchanan to the dance, and she'd said yes. You'd burst into tears immediately, much to your teenage embarrassment, willing yourself to play your cards closer to your chest. Steve had crumbled instantly, crying because you were.

That's how it's always been. He cries, you cry. You cry, he cries. He's just not usually the cause of the tears.

"I'm sorry, Birdy," he chokes. "This was the only way."

"I know," you soothe, rubbing circles into his wet cheeks with your fingers. "I know. You're not the villain here, Steve. You never were."

His eyes are trained to yours, silent communication passing back and forth. The two of you have always had the ability to practically read each other's minds.

You're not sure who moves first - perhaps it's the universe, pulling you together by the strings woven into your chests - but suddenly your lips are melded together, moving as if it's the easiest thing in the world. Steve's clinging to you as if you're his life source, a man in the desert without water.

You tangle your fingers into his hair to tug him impossibly closer, eyes fluttering when he groans, deep and visceral. He spreads his legs and pulls you between them, both of you slotting together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Your tears are dancing onto each other's cheeks, mixing like rain water and gasoline.

Suddenly, you yank yourself from his grip, standing up and smoothing down your silky dress. Steve prepares himself for the yelling, the screaming, a slap that he most definitely deserves.

Instead, he's met with you, chest heaving, skin warm, eyes heavy. You're looking at him expectantly.

"Come with me," you croak, voice hoarse and untrustworthy.

You grab his hand and slink through the front door, up the grand staircase and into a room with a heavy oak door. He follows you obediently, confused but completely trusting.

It's your hotel room. A marriage suite. A spacious, windowed room, with makeup scattered across the vanity and suitcases half unpacked on the floor. The bed is still made, which makes Steve breathe a sigh of relief. He hasn't had you here. The room isn't marred.

The minute you shut the door you're back on Steve, shoving him up against the hard wood. He grabs handfuls of your ass and spins you around, backing you into the cold surface behind you for stability. He lifts you easily, wrapping your legs around his waist as he kisses you again.

Steve trails his lips down your neck as you rock your hips, desperate to find some friction. You whine gently, fingers tugging at his hair a little rougher than intended to get your message across.

"What do you need, honey?" he murmurs, afraid to disrupt the atmosphere.

"You."

Steve throws his head back as he groans, exposing his throat to you. You waste no time in nipping up the expanse of it, sinking your teeth in with no regard for the consequences. You're too far gone now, not worried about looking back.

Walking backwards, Steve tosses you onto the bed, chuckling when you almost bounce off of it. He unbuttons and strips his shirt, pulling his belt from the loops as he goes. You can only lie there and watch, wondering when your best friend became less of a boy and more of a man. He's all corded muscle and tanned skin, freckled and perfect.

Steve crawls between your legs, kissing you tenderly.

"Wanna take my time with you," he murmurs between kisses. "Can't right now. Will, though. Promise."

You feel as if there's electricity crackling across your skin, pulsing and alive. It's never felt like this with anyone. It never will again.

"Promise?"

You can't help the slight insecurity that colours your voice, young and unsure.

"I promise, Birdy. Cross my heart."

He takes your hand in his and places it over his chest, as if to solidify his point.

You nod and kiss him again, desperate to have every inch of his skin on yours.

Steve shimmies your underwear down your legs, tossing them behind him somewhere. Shucking his trousers off, he pushes your dress up and around your waist, groaning when he gets a good look at you.

"Prettiest girl in the world. He doesn't deserve you. Never did."

"And you do?"

"I'll spend every day for the rest of time proving that I do."

With that he's pushing into you, sliding home with one smooth thrust. Both of you gasp, grabbing onto the other person to use them as an anchor.

"Please, Steve," you're whispering. "Give me everything. I want it all."

"You've got no idea how long I've been waiting for this."

"I do," you laugh, "I do. Because I've been waiting just as long."

Steve chuckles and leans down to kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth to memorise the way you taste. There's remnants of champagne on your lips, along with the minty lip gloss you've loved for as long as he can remember.

He wastes no time setting a steady rhythm, thrusts deep and measured. You rake your nails down his back, clawing at this skin, praying silently that you leave your mark. Little do you know, you staked your claim on him a long, long time ago.

"S'good, Stevie," you whine. "Fuck, so good."

"Does he make you come? Does he even try?"

You shake your head frantically, closing your eyes when Steve laughs dryly.

"Didn't think so. He can't make you feel the way I can, baby. He'll never be able to."

His words are only pushing you closer and closer to the edge, red hot heat building at the pit of your stomach. Steve places one hand at the base of your throat, the heavy weight of it causing your eyes to roll back.

Your sweat slicked skin is plastered to his, every inch of you pressed together. Steve leans down to rest his forehead against yours, panting into each other's mouths.

"I love you," he breathes, hips getting quicker. "I love you. Fuck, I love you."

"I love you," you sob, back arching as you find your release. Stars dance across your vision as you tighten around Steve, nails leaving crescent moons on the skin of his shoulders.

Steve's right there with you, back flexing and fingers leaving their prints on your hips as he groans. It's the prettiest sound you've ever heard. Your mind loops it for you, playing it on repeat as he collapses his weight on top of your body.

"I meant it," he mutters against your damp chest. "I do love you. Always have."

You kiss his forehead gently, smoothing the hair away from his face.

"I meant it too. I love you. You taught me what love was in the first place, Steve."

He leans up to press his lips to yours, tender and honey sweet.

You realise the gravity of the situation all of a sudden, your heart rate increasing in Steve's ear.

"Hey, hey. Birdy. Don't panic, okay? We'll figure this out."

You think for a moment, weighing up your options in your head. Unexpectedly, you're jumping out of bed, fixing your dress and slipping on your underwear and heels.

"What are you doing, babe?"

You adjust your hair and swipe your fingers under your eyes to salvage your makeup in the mirror, turning to face the man who's now dressing himself frantically.

"Have you had a drink tonight?"

"No, I drove here."

"Perfect."

You grab your purse and stand by the door, waiting for him to follow. When he looks at you in pure confusion, you chuckle.

"Let's run away."

"Birdy... what?"

"Steve. You heard me. Let's. Run. Away."

He scans your face for any sign of hesitation, but all he finds is love. Adoration. Assuredness. That's all the confirmation he needs.

He runs at you, picking you up and spinning you around. Grabbing his hand, the two of you sneak down the stairs, slipping out of the front door as quietly as possible.

You throw yourself into the front seat of his BMW, vibrating with adrenaline as Steve starts up the engine. It roars to life, and you're very aware that people are going to come looking for you.

But you don't care.

Steve links your fingers, resting your intertwined hands in his lap as he reverses. You go to look back towards the garden, but you stop yourself.

"Can't move forward if you're always looking back, right?"

Steve laughs, leaning over to kiss your warm cheek.

"Truer words have never been spoken, Birdy."

He brings the car to a stop before you begin down the winding driveway, looking at you carefully.

"You ready?"

You take a deep breath, grinning at him.

"I've been ready since we were five years old."

He smiles at you, bright and blinding, and there's no doubt in your mind that you've made the right choice.

Can't move forward if you keep looking back, after all.

@enigmaticloki @joekeerysslut @s-trawberryv-eins @wintressoldier36 @mangomastani

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daisy, porn links vol. 5

this one plays a bit with the thought of if they were in a modern!au

there might be spoilers in this for the series

daisy series masterlist – p links vol. 1 – vol. 2 – vol. 3 – vol. 4

we back at it again with ace and Steve

those two adorable little idiots who are completely head over heals for each other

one is a total sweetheart

simply the cutest

and the other is just ridiculously hung

but now let's think, let's imagine if they lived in a different time... in our time...

first though? phones. and by phones you just know I'm talking about cameras

because damn this boy would film the shit out of you in a heartbeat

look at the camera, baby...

his always curious hands would often be accompanied by a camera

or maybe he’d even do it without you knowing...

just press record on his phone

and lean the screen away from you so you don't notice.

to you it just looks like his phone fell out of his pocket and is propped up weirdly against his bunched-up jeans.

also the stuff this guy would send you?

oh boy...

it's always a surprise to you, no matter how often he does it

and the way I just know he could convince you to do the same! just to check in

secondly? toys. motherfucking toys.

the things this boy would do if he got his hands on some...

this would probably be one of the first things on his to-do list. have you warm it up in your throat before he fills your ass up with it...

he already has the time of his life when he's playing with you

but if you added toys to the equation? damn... that would be wild

and of course he would ask you to send him videos

oh, come on ace, it's really for your own sake

i just wanna make sure that you’re not doing it wrong

wouldn't want you to accidentally hurt that pretty pussy of yours just because you don't know how to play with your new toys

never mind the jaw-dropping stuff he would send you

just like hey babe, was just thinking about you before I went to bed

don't let the bedbugs bite 😉

anyways, I just love these two so much, ok bye✌️

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[fuctacles]

Eddie, not panicking: Henderson's older brother is a little broken and now it's my fault, apparently? :/ [Part III]

[Part I] [Part II] [Part IV]

"I smell popcorn. Do you smell popcorn?" Dustin asked, sniffing the air.

Eddie stuck his nose up in the air, imitating a rabbit to his best abilities.

"Indeed I do."

Dustin was already opening his door and stomping down the stairs.

"They're watching the new Karate Kid!" he yelled from the living room. 

They could have been watching a documentary about shrimps and Eddie would gladly join them anyway just to be an annoying menace to the older Henderson. Besides, his alternative was the algebra homework in front of him. So, like a properly feral trailer creature, he buried it deep beneath Dustin’s blankets and dumped a stuffed cat toy on top of the pile before leaving the room.

The living room curtains were already drawn to create an illusion of a cinema experience. The whole room smelled of popcorn and Dustin’s smugness because he managed to plant his ass comfortably into the only available armchair.

Eddie was doomed to share the couch with the older kids - Steve and his girlfriend Robin whom he’s seen in passing before. He waved at her, and she waved back, which was their usual routine. Steve patted the empty seat on his other side, grinning.

“So glad you are joining us.”

“I’d rather be studying, but my therapist advised human interactions,” Eddie sighed heavily, falling against the cushions. His hand was immediately buried in the huge bowl of popcorn Steve was holding. The boy put it in the air instantly.

“Wait for the movie to start!”

Eddie chewed on his stolen kernels, looking him dead in the eye before shifting his gaze and raising his eyebrows pointedly at something behind him. The realisation hit him immediately.

“Robin!” he swirled around to scold her. She was sitting up on her knees to reach the bowl.

“Just start the movie!” Dustin yelled, throwing at him ammunition from his own, smaller bowl.

“Unbelievable,” Steve murmured, reaching for the remote.

Eddie exchanged a glance over his back with Robin, snickering at each other. He liked their company, despite his initial reservations. The Hendersons' house was quickly becoming a second home to him, and he was slowly but surely accepting it. Maybe ‘86 was going to be his year in more than just academics; He already got a bunch of freshmen he was embarrassingly fond of, and while he did not actually have a therapist to tell him that, he knew expanding his social circle wouldn’t hurt. A good party of adventures needs variety. And it’s so hard to find a healer. Maybe Robin would be down? Steve was probably more of a tank, which was also an asset.

The movie has been on for maybe ten minutes when a Dustin-shaped blob tried to squeeze itself between him and Steve.

“Hey!” they both protested in unison. Steve shoved himself into Eddie, squeezing all the air out of him as he was now shoved between him and the armrest. 

“You have your armchair!”

“Well, it’s at the wrong angle. It’s not optimal for watching,” the boy whined, trying again to squeeze himself between Robin and Steve this time. He did the same thing though, pancaking her between himself and the couch.

“Come on!” Dustin groaned.

They did some back and forth, shifting in front of each other like in Wayne’s stupid basketball matches, until Robin decided to be a dumbass and reached for the remote to pause the still ongoing movie. Dustin saw his opening and dipped to his right, sliding between her and the armrest. Suddenly, Steve’s elbow was in Eddie’s ribs.

“Shit, man, I’m sorry- Dustin!”

“What!? Just take Robin on your lap and don’t be a pussy!”

“Ew, fucking gross-!”

“We are not fucking dating-!” they protested simultaneously, their voices overlapping with a similar sense of exasperation and annoyance.

“How bout you sit on my lap, little brother?” Steve offered, saccharine coating his words.

“Ew, I’m not a baby, Steve!”

Eddie patted Steve’s arm, the one still wedged way too close to his very bruisable ribs.

“There, there, Stevie, don’t cry. I’ll sit on your lap,” he said, sending him his best pitying smile.

Steve’s eyes were on him again, the tree bark brown of the oak tree little Eddie hung his first birdhouse on. They weren’t rolling though. Why weren’t they rolling and annoyed in that heavenly entertaining way?

“Great,” Steve said, a small relieved breath escaping him. And then his arm was living his space.

Oh, of course. Eddie overdid it this time. The joke went too far, and he was going to get his teeth knocked out again, but this time no new ones are coming to replace them.

The arm landed behind him, circling his shoulders. The other landed on his legs and in the next second he was being lifted off the couch, expecting a close encounter with the floor, or being dumped onto the armchair in the best scenario. 

But then he’s not, he opens his eyes, and he’s surrounded by warmth and softness and the movie is being rewound to the point before the sitting argument. 

He is embarrassed and mortified, looking at the screen like it could somehow tether him back to his previous reality. The one when he was not sitting on Steve Henderson’s lap.

He took a cautious look at the others, who didn’t seem bothered by the fact that Eddie just got manhandled into another man’s lap. He was the only one freaking out. Maybe it was a normal occurrence for Steve, maybe he was exaggerating?

He was sitting a bit to the side not to obscure Steve’s vision. The man’s arm was brushing against his spine, thrown around the back of the couch behind him to make room. He could feel the rise and fall of Steve’s chest. He could feel Steve everywhere.

It was his idea, his stupid mouth said it, and so he couldn’t back down now, even if his skin was on fire.

Everyone but him seemed to be focused on the movie, so he decided he was not gonna be worse. Just imagine it’s still the couch. A very warm, breathing couch.

Steve moved under him without warning, and Eddie stiffened up. He pressed a hand against his mouth not to make a sound, the other one gripping the flesh of Steve’s thigh, hard. There was a hand against his waist, a futile attempt not to jostle his body.

Then the world was right again, Steve settled under him. With a peace offering in his hands. He had wrenched Dustin’s mini bowl of popcorn to give it to Eddie.

He accepted it but made the mistake of looking at Steve.

There was no tree brown in his eyes, it was all technicolour reflexes of the TV, reminding Eddie of neon signs in the dark.

“Thanks,” he whispered in the dim room. Steve smiled at him, a hint of teeth shining right next to him. He stuffed his face with popcorn and reminded himself Steve was Henderson’s brother and Eddie was comfortable sitting in his lap.

And he was, for the majority of the movie, until Steve forgot himself and his hand landed on Eddie’s knee, thumb rubbing against the denim. Eddie eyed the movement, then subtly glanced at the man’s face. He was watching the movie, relaxed like none of his limbs were moving against his will. Eddie scrunched his nose, looked away and jostled his leg. Steve squeezed him gently and let go.

“Sorry,” he whispers, too quiet, too close to Eddie’s ear. 

He shakes his head.

“‘s okay,” he whispers back, even if it didn’t feel okay.

He survived to the end of the movie, but as soon as the credits started rolling, he jumped up and off Steve, eager to open the curtains, let some fresh air in, and sprint across the yard as far away as possible from Steve Henderson’s thighs. The flowers beneath the window would make for a great landing spot.

Before he could leap into freedom, a familiar heat, smell and shape of a human approached him, gently pressing against his side.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Steve said, his voice quiet below a whisper. Eddie turned away from freedom, putting distance between himself and the heat.

“You should be sorry,” he scoffed, giving him his best death glare and stepping away.

He had an algebra textbook to dig up from underneath blankets.

It’s not that he was uncomfortable with touching. He was a very tactile person himself. But this level of closeness was not something to share easily, not with someone he barely considered a friend. Steve was a weird person. 

Said the freak.

He was wrangling the blankets when someone coughed behind him. He was so whirred up, this time he did scream.

“What!” he turned around to find Dustin, who was positively fuming.

“What did you say to him?”

“Nothing!”

“No, he looks like a kicked puppy. So you must have said something.” Dustin’s frown deepened.

Eddie frowned back.

The boy sighed, closing the door and coming closer to lower his voice as much as his vocal cords could manage.

“Listen, we are still working with Steve to open up and be himself. Which, apparently, involves a lot of hugs and shit. So like, if you do anything to fuck this up, even unintentionally…” He scrunched his face like he was in physical pain saying it. His eyes were big and more childlike than ever. “I can’t have you coming over.”

There was a lot to process there, none of which Eddie expected. Being banned from the Henderson household? No fucking way.

“Shit.”

Dustin nodded solemnly.

“Shit. He’s in the kitchen right now if you want to have a word,” he looked at him pointedly. Eddie winced.

“Now?”

If eyes could kill, Eddie would be ten feet underground and rotting.

“Fine,” he scoffed. “I’ll go apologise to your brother.”

“Atta boy!”

Eddie threw him the middle finger and left the room. He stomped down the stairs to announce his presence and then knocked against the kitchen door frame for good measure. Two pairs of eyes turned towards him.

Of course, Steve’s not-girlfriend was with him.

“Can I have a moment with you?” he asked, searching Steve’s eyes and, oh shit he did look like a kicked puppy.

Steve nodded, but not at him. He nodded at Robin and walked towards Eddie to steer him back into the living room.

“Dustin told you to do this?” Steve guessed immediately.

“Yes,” Eddie admitted. “But he’s right. I overreacted. Just,” he bit his lip, because damn where was his script? What was Steve’s AC and where were the dice?

“Warn me next time?” What fucking next time, Eddie? No, there was going to be next time, because Steve needs hugs to heal, and you need Dustin to graduate. “Like, in the BDSM community, consent is the most important thing. You know?”

There was a soft sound somewhere from the house like someone facepalmed. Which, fair, Eddie would too if he didn’t have to actively participate in the disastrous conversation. So, thanks, anonymous eavesdropper for being unhelpful.

“BDSM?” Steve repeated, the corner of his lips twitching. Even the other participant in the conversation was laughing at his expense. Great.

“Yeah?”

“And you are… part of that community?” Steve cocked his head with curiosity and a curious cat was better than a kicked puppy, so Eddie was doing great. 

“No,” Eddie scoffed. “I mean kinda? But not really. Hey, listen, how about we don’t talk about this,” he offered, laughing awkwardly.

Steve nodded, no traces of sadness on his face. Meaning if all else fails, Eddie could at least go around humiliating himself for laughs.

“Anyway, sorry for being a dick, ask next time. Okay?”

“Okay.” Steve smiled his warm smile, the one that always reminded Eddie of his delicious cookies.

“Can I touch your hair?”

“Really running with it, I see, but okay.” Eddie didn’t like his hair being touched but this one time he’d make an exception. Kind of like he was appeasing a toddler to stop whining.

He was expecting Steve to tug at his hair, he was kind of used to it. Maybe run a finger through them, rub at the split ends and complain about how he doesn’t take care of his curls. Eddie saw his hair products collection, and noticed the judgemental stares, alright? He knows.

Instead, Steve’s fingers brush somewhere near his ear and come back with a piece of popcorn.

“You should check if there’s more before you leave,” he said, before leaving Eddie to rejoin Robin in the kitchen.

Eddie ran.

He ran into Dustin’s room, ran from his incredulous question about using BDSM as an argument, then ran with his textbooks under his arm, towards his car and far away from the Hendersons' house.

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Quiet My Fears (With The Touch Of Your Hand) Ch. 3

Steve Harrington x f!reader

Description: Dramatic reveals are revealed, dramatically (or, you and Steve tell the gang about Baby Harrington and it does not go well).

Warnings: language, food mentions, everyone is angry all of the time

Word Count: 7965

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Notes: I'm so sorry this took as long as it did! I've been going through it lately but through the power of boygenius I was actually able to finish this bit the other day! Please enjoy and also no one is allowed to be mad at me lol

Steve Harrington was going to be a dad.

The funny thing that came along with that was that Steve was actually going to have to tell people.

He imagined that there were many couples who would be very excited about this prospect. There were lots of young men out there who had mothers begging them for grandchildren. His hadn’t quite gotten there yet.

You had told him that you wanted to put off telling people for as long as you could. He entirely understood why; times had changed quite a bit since his mother’s day, but still, being an unwed mother in Smalltown, USA was relatively frowned upon. Honestly, considering just how gossipy the population of Hawkins tended to be, Steve was surprised the front desk ladies at your doctor’s office hadn’t already spread the news like wildfire, HIPAA be damned; golden boy Steve Harrington and his childhood best friend, having a baby out of wedlock? That was some front page stuff, right there. 

Married or not, though, it was going to have to happen sooner rather than later. In a few weeks time, it was going to start getting very difficult to hide. You were going to begin showing any moment now, and as Spring started to settle in, it brought its warmer temperatures with it. You could only hide behind your winter coat and thick sweaters for so long. 

And not just your bump; your friends were beginning to pick up on the fact that there was something going on.

“Steve!” Robin barked before tossing a wadded up ball of old receipts at him. It hit him square between the eyebrows. “Stop moping and do your job, please?”

“I’m not moping,” Steve defended (he absolutely was), before turning back to the pile of returns he was supposed to be sorting through.

“Fuck off, yeah you are,” Eddie very helpfully added.

“See, this is why I don’t like it when you hang around here,” Steve said, pointing a pen toward Eddie. “You two always gang up on me!”

“Why do you think I’m here at all?” Eddie quipped back with a smirk. 

“Because you don’t have anywhere better to go?” Robin supplied.

“That, too.”

“Either way, I’m not moping,” Steve assured. “I’m fine.”

“That’s a fucking lie if I’ve ever heard one,” Eddie said over the click of the markdown gun, as he emptied its bright orange stickers down that back of his arm. Steve couldn’t help but notice that he had set the price to ‘WAS $4.20, NOW $0.69’.

“Stop that,” Robin huffed as she whipped the tool out of Eddie’s hands. “Steve, I can practically see the rain cloud floating over your head.”

“Oh, my god!” Steve didn’t really want to snap at his friends, but he did it anyway. “Nothing is wrong! I am fine, everything is fine!”

Eddie and Robin just stared at Steve like a pair of deer in headlights from across the counter. They both knew how easily frustrated Steve could become, and they’d be the first to admit that sometimes they can poke at him a bit too hard, but an outburst this quickly had been unexpected. Neither said anything, and Steve just sighed.

After a moment of awkward silence, Eddie spoke up once again. 

“Lady problems?”

“Get out!” both Steve and Robin exclaimed, in unison.

“I thought you guys liked me.” Eddie feigned offense.

“You do not work here!” Robin said as she grabbed onto his shoulders and shoved him toward the door. “And Keith’ll get pissed if he finds out you were here and didn’t spend any money, so go home.”

“Fine,” Eddie relented from the entryway. “Hey, I’ll see you guys on Saturday, right?”

“Of course!”

“Probably not.”

“You claim nothing is wrong,” Eddie said, pointing to Steve. “And yet, in the same breath, turn down free beer?”

“Leave!”

“I love you both!”

The bell above the door rang as Eddie walked out, and Steve was left in Robin’s concerned gaze. 

“Y’know, Eddie does kind of have a point,” Robin said after a moment. Nine times out of ten, Robin was able to coax Steve out of his quiet and get him to talk about whatever it was that was eating at him, a fact that Steve was highly aware of. 

“No, he doesn’t,” Steve barked back. If this conversation didn’t end in the next two minutes, he would jump off the roof. 

“You haven’t hung out with any of us in weeks!” Robin exclaimed “Weeks, Steve!”

“I’ve been busy,” Steve lied.

“Busy with what?” she inquired. “Do you have another job I don’t know about, or something?”

“I’m allowed to do things without you around. You know that, right?” It was meaner than he needed to be.

“Oh, god, this isn’t about your lover, is it?” Robin drawled with a scowl.

“You know her name, and you don’t have to say it like that,” Steve responded.

“You two got back together, didn’t you?”

She hadn’t quite gotten it head on, but it was probably as close as she was going to get.

“I knew it!” Robin looked like she was going to explode. “I fucking knew it!”

“Please don’t turn this into a thing,” Steve pleaded.

“Me turn it into a thing?!” She was mad now. “You two are the ones turning it into a thing! You cannot keep sneaking around like this, it cannot possibly be healthy!”

“We’re-” Steve huffed out a breath. This tightrope he was walking across seemed to be growing more and more thin. “Working on it.”

“Can you work on it a little bit faster, please?” Robin asked as she punched out. “You two are so fucking weird about each other. Split, or make it official, just do something, because I hate having to keep this secret for you, it’s exhausting!”

“We sort of already did. I think,” Steve confided. Partial truth is better than no truth, right?

“Split?”

“Make it official.”

“Oh, thank god,” Robin sighed, tossing herself across the counter, all dramatics. “I can finally quit having to cover for you.”

“Don’t say anything yet.” Steve was quick with his damage control. “We, uh, we wanna do it. Ourselves. Figure it’ll probably go over a little bit smoother that way, y’know?”

“Fine, but if you don’t tell everyone soon, I’m going to,” Robin said. “Don’t think I’m the only one who’s noticed something off with you lately.”

“What? What does that mean?”

“Everyone is worried about you, Steve,  it’s not just me,” she explained. “Dustin was about two seconds away from showing up at your house after you bailed on us last week.”

Steve didn’t know that. It sent a lightning bolt of regret through his chest.

“The faster you two can get your shit together, the better. I’ve been happily cleaning up this mess for you, but I’m starting to get fucking tired of it, Steve.” Robin looked at her watch. “I was off ten minutes ago.”

She was out the door before Steve could even think up an apology.

Steve and Robin didn’t get into fights often, but he absolutely hated it every time they did. Even silly little arguments left him wracked with guilt sometimes, but proper, go-for-the-throat type fights made feel sick. 

Pair that with the fact that he was making Dustin worry, and Steve felt about ready to hurl. 

God, this was difficult. Stupidly difficult. Maybe, if he asked nicely, you’d agree to just run away with him so he didn’t have to deal with any of it. 

If he could just pluck up the courage to tell his parents, that would at least be a start. They were the difficult ones, the conversation he was dreading more than any of them, and the wild anxiety ate away at him for the rest of his shift. By the time seven o’clock rolled around and he was finally able to go home, it was entirely all-encompassing.

Fuck it. It had to get done either way, right?

The drive from Family Video to his parents house, no longer than ten minutes, felt as though it stretched across half an eternity. The vicious anxiety ate away at his stomach as he drove, and with each turn, each mile crossed, it only increased. Maybe he should just turn around. Maybe he should go home to you, and his parents could just figure it out on their own. He was sure his dad would love that.

Steve pulled into the driveway and was very close to losing what little nerve he had. He turned off the ignition, this is a bad idea. He got out of the car, this is a bad idea. He walked up to the front door and let himself in, this is a bad idea.  

He could hear the commotion of his mother making dinner in the kitchen. Something was sizzling; popping and crackling with the smell of onions and garlic, of bell peppers and roasting meat. 

Steve had lots of reasons to be jealous of other peoples’ parents, but at least his knew how to cook.

“Steve!” his mother exclaimed once he walked into her view. One hand was occupied by a wooden spoon stirring a pan of vegetables, the other holding a frosty glass of white wine. “I didn’t know whether or not to expect you.”

“You barely even live here anymore,” his father chided from where he was sitting at the counter. His suit coat was off and he had a matching wine glass sitting on the table in front of him. Nine times out of ten, Steve’s parents were able to be amicable with one another. At this point, they acted more like roommates than husband and wife, but at least they were roommates that were able to stand being in the same room as one another. Usually. “Didn’t think I’d get to see you before I left.”

“Sit down! Have a drink,” his mother insisted. She pulled another wine glass out of the cabinet and the bottle out of the fridge. 

“Oh, no, I’m alright,” Steve said as he sat down. His mother poured him the glass anyway.

He was about to ruin a perfectly good dinner, Steve thought to himself. His mother probably poured over it all day. The roast that just got pulled out of the oven was probably expensive. 

“So, what’s been going on with Steve these days?” his father asked him. 

Now or never.

“I actually wanted to, uh,” Steve stuttered out. “I wanted to talk to you guys.”

“You didn’t crash your car, did you?” his father said, only half joking.

“No, the car’s fine.”

“Is this about that girl?” his mother asked as she turned the stove down to low, mischief painting her voice.

“Girl? What girl?” His father pointed his gaze over to Meredith. 

“He met a girl,” she responded. She seemed almost giddy with excitement.

“Finally,” his father said. He said it like it was a joke, though it didn’t feel all that well meaning to Steve. 

“Oh, tell me it’s Giada’s daughter from down the street,” his mother said. “Have you seen their kitchen? I’d never have to host another Thanksgiving ever again.”

“No, it’s not- no.” Steve wasn’t even sure he knew who Giada was, let alone her daughter. 

“Well, at least give us a name, Steve,” his mother said. “Is she cute?”

When Steve said your name, he felt almost like he was condemning you. Like just uttering it strapped you to him, so now you’d both be falling from grace. 

“The one who grew up across the street?” his father asked, as if you hadn’t known him your whole life.

“Oh, that’s just too sweet!,” his mother exclaimed. “It’s like a movie, ugh! I’ll have to give her mother a call, she’s going to be thrilled!”

Good luck with that, Steve thought to himself. She won’t even answer the calls from her own daughter.  

“Took you long enough,” his father said, leaning back in his barstool, lackadaisical. 

“What?” Steve responded. He was wildly unimpressed by his father’s haughty attitude.

“You two have been making googly eyes at each other since you were eight,” he explained. “Frankly, I didn’t think you had the balls to do anything about it.”

“Ron,” his mother chastised at the choice of words.

“What? Obviously, I was wrong.” Ron pointed his gaze back to his son. “Y’know, I think she could be a good influence on you. Steady job, good work ethic. She’s a bit of an oddball, though, but I guess with a father like her’s, could you really blame her?”

Leave it to Ronald Harrington to judge other peoples’ parenting skills while simultaneously insulting his son’s girlfriend. 

“Don’t be rude,” Meredith said. Her back was now turned to the two men, arms elbow deep in the sink. “Such a shame her parents moved away, though. I couldn’t imagine going that far without bringing your daughter with you. Is she still living on the south side?”

“Yep.”

“That’s not the safest area in town,” she commented. “Did you hear about that house fire down that way? The woman on the news said that it might have been arson. Arson!” 

“It’s alright,” he placated. “Not as bad as it used to be, at least.” 

“I still don’t know if I like the idea of a girl like her living all by herself in an area like that,” she said. 

“You’ll have to invite her over for dinner once I get back,” his father said, entirely oblivious to the topic of conversation between his wife and son.

There was a moment of silence between the three of them. His mom took a sip of her wine and stuck the meat with a cooking thermometer, his dad refilled his own glass, and Steve felt his stomach do a backflip. This was going poorly.

“If there’s something else you have to tell us, you might as well just rip the bandaid off quick.” His father hit the nail on the head, that was for sure. He paused for a moment before making the kind of poorly timed, borderline insulting joke only someone like his father could. 

“God, she’s not pregnant, is she?”

Steve went rigid, and he kept his gaze trained on the swirls in the marble countertop. He didn’t say anything, he couldn’t bring himself to, so he just left his parents to piece his silence together on their own.

“Steve,” his mother demanded. She had a carving fork gripped tight in her white knuckled fist, planted hard against the edge of the countertop. Steve was pretty sure she was about to stab him with it. He couldn’t look either of them in the eye.

“I’m sorry,” he managed to squeak out. He could feel tears beginning to well up in his eyes. 

“Goddamn it, Steven!” his father exclaimed, slamming his hand onto the counter. It made the glasses rattle. “This has to be some kind of joke!”

“I’m sorry!” Steve said, louder this time. “Fuck, I didn’t-”

“Didn’t what?” his father asked. “You didn’t mean to? You didn’t think it would actually happen?”

“I don’t know,” Steve responded. He suddenly felt very small, confronted by his father’s booming voice.

His mother stood silent in her spot on the opposite side of the kitchen island, but there were definitely tears running down her cheeks, and anger radiating off of her in horrible waves that Steve wasn’t used to. 

“No, you don’t, because you weren’t thinking at all, were you?” His father fumed. He was standing now, towering over Steve despite the fact that the two of them were almost the same in height. “For Christ’s sake, Steven!”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ll have to marry her-”

“We already talked about that. She said she wants to wait,” Steve explained quickly.

“No. No, this is not a question of want, Steven. I don’t care about what you want, you’ve forfeited that right! You both have!” his father spat back. 

“I’m not gonna force her to marry me against her will, dad, I’m not evil!” He shouldn’t have said it that way, he knew that. But god, he was mad, and a low blow like that was just as satisfying as he thought it would be. 

At least this hadn’t happened when he was 16. He would have been well and truly fucked if this had happened when he was 16. 

“You know what? Maybe this is just the thing you need,” his father snapped.

“What?” Steve asked, confused.

“A big mistake for you to finally learn a thing or two.”

Steve wasn’t particularly fond of his father’s use of the word ‘mistake’.

“I leave for Santa Monica tomorrow morning. I’ll be back in a week,” his father stated. “I want you out of my house before then.”

“Ronald,” Meredith broke her silence, exclaiming from behind the tears. Steve knew she wouldn’t explode the way his father was doing, but she really looked like she wanted to.

“No! We have been defending him and making excuses for years, Meredith. Years! If he wants to go play house with his little girlfriend, that’s fine by me, but he’s not gonna do it under my roof.” He doubled down and turned his gaze back to where Steve was sitting. “I think it's a damn good time for him to learn that his actions come with consequences.”

The older man turned away at that and pulled his keys off of the hook on the wall.

“Where are you going?” Meredith called after him. He didn’t bother with an answer, only walked out and slammed the door behind him. 

Steve was left alone with his mother, which was simultaneously much better and far worse. 

“We were already planning for me to move in with her,” Steve said. If his father had stuck around for a minute longer, he would have been able to explain that to him, too. “She needed a roommate anyway.”

His mother scoffed and shook her head.

“Look, I know that-”

“You make it incredibly difficult for me to be on your side sometimes, Steven,” his mother interrupted.

“I know,” Steve agreed. He did know. 

“I wish I could say that I thought your father was being irrational, but I don’t know if I can,” she sighed. “For once, I think he and I might be on the same page.”

“You are?” Steve asked. His father’s vitriolic anger hadn’t come as a surprise, he’d been expecting it, but he thought his mother would be at least a little bit understanding. She always had been before. Steve guessed that this was different, though. 

“You’re not going to be able to live in that apartment forever, Steven,” she said.

“I know that.”

“And you’ll definitely need a better job. I highly doubt your father’s previous offer still stands, by the way.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” she asked him. Her voice had a bite to it that he had never been on the receiving end of before. “You’ve been saying ‘I know’ for years now, Steve. You know you need to grow up, you know you’ll have to move out someday, you know you have to do something with your life, yet you have never made any actual effort to do anything about it!”

“Mom, that’s not true-”

“If you want to start making big, adult choices like this, you’re going to have to start acting like one. Clearly, you’re not a child anymore.” 

His mother untied her apron and tossed it onto the counter before leaving the kitchen, heels clicking on the tile.

Steve’s whole family had been waiting for that thing; that final, fatal event that would break the Hawkins Harringtons for good. Aunts, uncles, cousins, all piecing together whatever bits of gossip they could, knew that the string that tied Steve to his parents was being pulled thinner and thinner and thinner. His mother could only do so much mending for him, and everyone had spent the last few years waiting with bated breath for that string to snap, for Steve to lose his footing. Once it did, he would plummet.

Steve was now standing alone in his childhood home, scissors in hand. 

Steve didn’t know what to do, so he stood up and turned off the stove. He pulled out a tupperware container and boxed up the vegetables. He wrapped the meat in foil and left it out on the counter, because it needed to cool before it could be put away, or else it would screw with the temperature inside the refrigerator. He found a stopper and closed the bottle of wine, placing it in the fridge before gathering the three glasses. His was still full, and he wanted to chug it, but thought better of it and poured it down the drain. He cleaned all of the dishes, dried them, and put them away. He turned off the oven, and wiped down all of the countertops, and neatly hung the towel to dry. He turned off the lights, making sure to leave the one above the stove on as a nightlight. 

Truly, there wasn’t much left of his personal belongings that he really cared about that he hadn’t already taken to your apartment. Most of what he needed was already there. He could grab the rest of it when his mother wasn’t home; the rest of his clothes, important documents, that kind of thing. What all do you even need to bring with you when you're being forced out of your childhood home, anyway? 

Later. This was something he could deal with later.

So he left. Unsurprisingly, his father’s car was nowhere to be seen. He wanted to keep talking to his mom, to explain himself, to apologize, to say anything, but he knew it would just make it worse than it already was, so he just got into his car and pulled away instead.

He did need a better job. He’d been needing a better job for a while now, actually, but he definitely needed a better job now. And his mother was right, there was no way he would be able to work for his dad after that. 

He wished he was able to explain to his parents that hey, funny story, due to atrocities he won’t be explaining right now, the government actually gave him a frankly absurd amount of money a few years ago, and he’d be alright for a while. It wouldn’t last forever, but it was enough to keep the pair of you afloat, especially with yours, too. You had used a bit of it on rent right after your parents had left, but Steve’s money sat mostly untouched in a bank account his family didn’t know he had. 

See, the thing about government hush money is that you can’t just go out and spend it on something wild, because then people are going to ask where it came from. Believe him, if he had been able to go out and buy some fancy sports car or a bunch of designer clothes, he would have. His father would have told him to buy a nice watch and invest the rest of it (Steve wasn’t entirely sure what that actually meant, or how to even go about doing it). He was just grateful to have it right now.

He could put a down payment on a house for you and him. That seemed like something a responsible adult would do with it, right?

Steve pulled up to your building and was shocked with how well he’d held it together up until this point, because he felt like he was going to explode. When he got to your floor and walked into your apartment, you were sitting on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table, textbooks and paper spread before you. The sound of him walking in pulled you away from your schoolwork and when you turned to look at Steve, you were clearly upset.

“You told me you were off more than an hour ago!” you said as you wiggled out from behind the table and stood up. “I was starting to get really worried, Steve, where were you?”

“I, uhm,” Steve started. He felt his voice crack, the sting of tears beginning to well in his eyes. He had to keep his shit together, for your sake.

“Did something happen?” you asked him. You brought your hands up to the sides of his face, and there went any chance of him keeping it together. 

“I told my parents,” he confessed. He was not going to cry in front of you. He wasn’t.

“What?” you questioned. You sounded a little bit hurt that he did it without asking you, but mostly just horribly concerned. “I thought we agreed to wait.”

“We did, but it was eating away at me, and I just couldn’t sit on it anymore, and-” The floodgates broke and Steve’s words were cut off by a strained sob. 

“Oh, Stevie.” You pulled him into a hug and Steve wanted nothing more than for these stupid tears to just dry up, but it felt like weeks and weeks of pent up worry and fear were being pulled to the surface, and he didn’t have it in him to try and stop any of it. He was supposed to be the strong one for you, but Jesus Christ, that was difficult. “It was bad?”

“Well, they kicked me out,” Steve said.

“What?”

“Which, I mean, my dad’s right. I barely even live there anymore, so I guess it doesn’t really even matter,” he rambled out, wiping his nose on his sleeve like a child.

“Yes, it does,” you assured him.

“And I’m pretty sure that this is my mother's worst nightmare, so I don’t know why I didn’t expect her to be pissed.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. You pulled Steve towards the couch and carefully lowered onto the cushions, your grasp on his wrists bringing him down to your side. 

“And Robin and I got into a fight, too.”

“You didn’t tell her, did you?” you questioned.

“No, but I think if I don’t do it soon, she might disown me,” he admits. 

“She’s not going to disown you,” you protested. “She’d never do that.”

“My parents just did,” Steve lamented. “My mother just did. Who’s to say Robin isn’t next, huh?”

Steve would never, ever be able to make his father proud, because his father would never, ever let him even get close. He had known that for a long time, and maybe there was a part of him that was relieved by that. He knew that it was an entirely unattainable goal, so he never really bothered to reach for it. His mother, oh so cruelly, always made sure Steve knew that he could do great things. Why did she have to go and do that? Steve knew his mother held him to a high bar, he just hadn’t ever considered the possibility that he wouldn’t be able to jump high enough.

So maybe that’s why it hurt so badly when you curled into him that night when he finally crawled into bed. Maybe that’s why he called into work the next day, even though he knew it would probably make Robin totally freak out. Maybe that’s why he waited until he saw his mother’s car leave the driveway before going into his - what used to be his- house to box up the last of his things.

Maybe that’s why he missed the Hawkins Police Department truck parked outside of your apartment building when he was bringing groceries inside a handful of days later. 

“I’m back!” he called into your apartment after releasing the wildly heavy grocery bags onto the kitchen counter. Making more than one trip is for suckers. “They didn’t have any pineapple juice, so I just got a pineapple, figured it can’t be too hard to just-”

Steve cut himself off when he looked up from the paper bags to see more than just you sitting in the living room; Joyce was sitting on your left with an arm wrapped protectively over your shoulders, Robin on your right with her legs pulled up underneath her and a tissue box in her lap, and Hopper was propped up on the arm of the couch. You were in the middle of the array, in tears. 

“Hello,” Steve nervously greeted, eyes wide as frisbees and blood running cold.

There was absolutely no universe in which this went well.

Robin’s expression, which had clearly been soft and sympathetic before Steve had interrupted them, quickly changed into anger. She shot up from the couch, earning her a disapproving tut from Joyce and making you wince away from her. It took her three wide stomps to cross the small space and grab onto Steve’s wrist with more strength than he knew she had in her.

“Ow, Robin!” Steve complained as she dragged him out into the hallway. She slammed the door hard behind her and it made Steve jump.

“What the fuck, Steve!” she demanded.

“Robin-”

“I mean, seriously, what the fuck!” Steve could already hear the noise complaints from the neighbors as she chastised him. “You lied to me!”

“I-” didn’t, is what he wanted to say, but he knew better than that. “I’m sorry.”

“How long have you two been back together then?” she questioned. Steve really didn’t want to admit it. “How long?”

“Six months,” he replied, sheepishly.

“Six months?!” Robin shrieked in disbelief. “Jesus Christ, you really did lie to me!”

“Robin,” Steve said, hushed and ashamed and really fucking mad at himself.

“For half a year! You lied to me for half a year!”

“I’m sorry!”

“She had to turn down her job offer from the school,” Robin barked. 

“I know that.”

“The job that she’s been talking about for, oh I don’t know, six months? Probably more than that, actually!”

“I know, Robin, alright?” Steve assured her and crossed his arms across his chest. “You think I don’t? I am highly aware of that!”

“And, I’m sorry, but you’re far from the King of Responsibility!” Robin said. 

“What does that mean?!” Steve questioned, a tint of frustration layered over his words. 

“I’m just saying, you aren’t exactly known for your maturity,” she spat.

“You think we wouldn’t be able to take care of-”

“She can. I know she can.  She’s more than capable of doing whatever the hell she puts her mind to, but you?” Anger and resentment dripped from her mouth with each word. “You, I’m honestly not sure. If you were more willing to lie to my face for six months than you were to just tell me the fucking truth, I’m sorry, but that’s really winning you any responsible adult points, is it?”

Tears pricked behind Steve’s eyes. He wanted to yell, to scream at the top of his lungs that, no, Robin, you’re wrong, I can do this!, but he really wasn’t sure if it was true. If his closest friend, one of the people he trusted most in the whole world, really thought that he wouldn’t be able to do this, then maybe she’s right, right?

The apartment door next to Steve slowly creeped open.

“Everything alright out here?” Hopper asked, carefully planting himself just slightly between Steve and Robin. 

Robin lost her vitriol like a tea kettle after the burner got turned off, leaving her with no more steam to fuel what she needed to say. 

“I’m waiting out in the car,” she muttered as she whizzed past Steve and turned down the stairwell. The two men in the hall listened to her descending footsteps. Once they heard the front door open and slam back shut, Jim broke through the quiet.

“Robin wanted me to check up on you after you called out,” Jim explained. “She was worried you were mad at her, after your fight.”

“Right,” Steve said.

“So, imagine my surprise when your mom answers the door, only to tell me that you don’t live there anymore,” the older man said. “She wouldn’t tell me why, just gave me an address and shut the door.”

“Look, if you’re here to give me another angry dad talk, then you don’t have to bother. Mine did a pretty damn good job all on his own,” Steve asserted. 

“I’m not here to be angry.” Steve could tell that Hopper was choosing his words very, very carefully.

“Oh, that’s unlike you,” Steve commented, arms still crossed and eyes on the floor.

“Don’t be shitty!” Jim snapped. Steve withered.

“Sorry,” he muttered, still not able to look the man in the eyes. Jim just sighed.

“Do you have a plan, Steve?” he asked. 

“Yes. No,” Steve replied. “I don’t know. She seems to have one.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“I’m just not sure if I fit in it,” Steve confessed.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Jim huffed. “Maybe you do need another angry dad talk!”

“What do you want me to say?” Steve interrogated. “That everything is under control and totally normal? I have no idea what’s going to happen! None! And, honestly? I’m fucking terrified, Hopper!” 

“Steve-”

“I have to be good at this. I have to! Because I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I’m not, but I am so terrified that I won’t be able to, and I’m going to let her down, and I can’t do that!” It all came out as some sort of paranoia fueled stream of consciousness. “I’d rather die than be anything like my dad, but what if it’s just in my blood? Like, I’m just predestined to turn out just as shitty as him!”

“You definitely won’t,” Jim said, as if it were just a simple fact. “I can assure you, there are very few people on this earth as shitty as your father, and you are not one of them.”

Jim wasn’t overly fond of Ronald Harrington; he was an all-around asshole to most people he met.

“Look, as much as I hate to admit it, you two aren’t kids anymore,” Hop said. “You’re grownups, you two are smart. You can make your own choices. If this is the choice you two wanna make, then make it.”

“You’re making it sound so simple,” Steve snarked.  

“It kind of is,” the chief replied. 

“Really? Because this feels like the least simple thing that’s ever happened to me,” Steve said. “You’re really not mad?”

“Well, I’m not thrilled,” Hopper grumbled. “But, like I said. You two are grownups. You can do whatever the hell you want.”

The pair stood in silence for a moment. Steve knew that Hop was more than likely lying about how mad he was, though he had been preparing himself for Jim to completely lose it on him. He probably would have deserved it. 

“Does it ever get less terrifying?” Steve asked, genuinely wanting to know.

“Nope.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“And it’s not just the fun parts,” Jim added.

“I know,” Steve responded.

“It’s more than just tiny socks and decorating the nursery.”

“I know that.” 

“Just makin’ sure.” Jim was far from happy, but he gave Steve a nod and a pat on the back, which was as close to congratulations as he was going to get. “I know the kids give you a hard time, but you’re smart, and so is she. You two know what you’re doing.”

“Thank you.”

“She’s really, really scared, Steve,” Hopper said. There was something in his voice; a silent question of  ‘do you really know what it is you’re getting yourself into?’

“I know,” Steve replied.

“You don’t get to panic now, alright?” Jim told him. “And you don’t get to change your mind.”

“I won’t. I promise,” Steve said; ‘I do know, and I want all of it.’ “I would never do that to her. Never.”

The pair went back inside, and you seemed to be in slightly better spirits now, even if you still had a sea of tears in your eyes. Both you and Joyce turned to face the two men with questions in your eyes, and Jim’s small nod seemed to be enough of an answer for Joyce to shoot off of the couch to envelop Steve in a tight hug. 

“I have lots of baby things I can bring by for you two,” she gushed after pulling away.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said to her, but she was having none of it.

“Don’t worry about it,” Joyce assured. “It’s all just collecting dust anyway.”

Which left Dustin, who in a lot of ways, Steve was the most worried about. He could take the anger from the grownups. Hell, he could take it from Robin, but Dustin, he was less sure about. 

In true Henderson fashion, he found out about Baby Harrington a few days later, entirely by mistake.

“I still don’t understand why they kicked you out in the first place,” Dustin stated from his spot on the living room floor of your (Steve’s!) apartment. He was digging through a pile of old clothes Steve decided he no longer needed. He had a lot of things, he’d realized while moving in, and he really only wanted a few of them, needed even less. He would donate whatever went unclaimed, but Dustin wanted first dibs for himself. 

“Because they’re assholes,” Steve responded. 

“Okay, yeah, fair, but hasn’t Robin been begging you to get a place with her for, like, a year?” 

“It’s not like I was able to really take my time apartment hunting.”

“I still feel like crashing on Robin’s couch for a while would’ve made more sense than moving in here,” Dustin supplied. Steve rolled his eyes.

“I needed an apartment, she needed a roommate, that’s it. Alright?” Steve loved Dustin like a little brother, but good lord, he could be obnoxious sometimes. “Now pick out what you want so I can clean this shit up.”

Dustin finished his haul, though he grumbled about how Steve was rushing him the whole time, and gathered the previously neatly folded clothes into a messy pile.

“I didn’t think of how I was gonna get any of this stuff out to the car.” Dustin, at not- quite- eighteen years old, had finally gotten his drivers license. ‘Thank god,’ Steve had remarked, ‘that I don’t have to be your fucking chauffeur anymore.’ That sentiment only lasted a little while, though, as it quickly became clear that a drivers license meant that Dustin could come and bother Steve whenever he wanted to. And he wanted to all the time. “Will you help me carry it all out?”

“No, I won’t, because there are more trash bags in the cabinet under the sink.” Steve pointed towards the small kitchen. Dustin got up off the floor, going into the kitchen and checking in seemingly every cupboard you had.

“I said under the sink, dude!” Steve heard the squeaky cabinet hinges open and shut, the rustle of the plastic trash bag.

“Steve?” Dustin called after a moment. The apartment was small, and the only real thing separating the kitchen and living room was a few feet of counter and the floor switching from tile to carpet.

“What?” Steve responded, not bothering to look up from the clothes he was shoveling back into their own trash bag. 

“What’s this?” Dustin asked him. When Steve finally looked up at him, he was pointing towards something on the fridge, and it took Steve a second to realize that what Dustin was referring to was the ultrasound pictures that he’d forgotten to take down.

Well, shit.

Steve rocketed towards the fridge to put them away, but Dustin was faster and grabbed them before he could. The damage was already done.

“Dustin, please give me that,” Steve asked. 

“This has her last name on it,” the younger boy observed. 

“Put it down, alright? You weren’t supposed to see it in the first place, so just-”

“Is she fucking pregnant?” Dustin demanded. 

“Dustin, please.” 

“I didn’t think she was dating anyone, though?” the boy thought out loud. “Oh, my god, I wonder if it’s someone we know!”

Oh, it definitely is.

“Dude, c’mon, please just give me the picture.” Remember what Steve said about Dustin being obnoxious?

“Wait, why are you moving in with her if she’s pregnant?” Dustin inquired. “I’m pretty sure that extra bedroom is gonna be pretty occupied in nine months.”

“It’s closer to six, actually,” Steve clarified, and Dustin’s eyes widened. “But that isn’t the point, can you please just-”

“Steve?” the boy asked, tone shifting away from curiosity into something Steve found much more concerning.

“Yeah?” Steve sighed.

“Why did you move in with her?” he asked again, although the way he spoke the words made Steve think Dustin probably already had it figured out. 

“Why do you think?” was all Steve could come up with to say.

“Oh, my god.”

“Dustin-”

“Oh, my god!”

“You cannot tell anyone, okay? This is totally top secret,” Steve begged.

“Did you-? You two-!” Dustin stuttered out. “Oh, my god!”

Dustin was about to start hyperventilating and Steve was doing his best to keep that from happening, pulling the glossy image out of Dustin’s hand as if it were made of precious porcelain, when the sound of keys jingling in the door distracted them. Both boys fell into bitter silence as you opened the door and took in the sight in front of you; a very frazzled Steve and a very distressed Dustin.

“Hi?” you greeted. “What’s going-”

“You’re fucking pregant?” Dustin exclaimed.

“What?” you spat out in response. Steve could tell that your mind was working a mile a minute to come up with a way to cover for yourself. “I-I don’t, uhm-”

“I left the sonogram on the fridge by mistake,” Steve confessed. He felt awful. “I’m sorry, it didn’t even cross my mind.”

“Oh,” you replied. You hadn’t moved from your spot in the entryway, hadn’t put down your bag or taken off your coat. You just stayed frozen.

“Oh, I have so many feelings!” Dustin wheezed, leaning forward. “Oh, my god!”

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned him.”

“You’re having a fucking baby?” Dustin asked you.

“Yes,” you timidly responded, slowly placing your work bag onto the side of the couch.

“With Steve?!”

“Yes,” you said again.

“That Steve?” Dustin pointed a thumb over his shoulder to where Steve was hovering behind him. “Steve Harrington? Our Steve?”

You nodded. “That Steve.”

“Holy shit,” the boy breathed out.

“Please don’t be mad,” Steve requested.

“What? Mad, why would I be mad?” he asked. “Who’s mad?”

“Well, so far, everyone,” Steve explained.

“Wait, is this why Robin’s not talking to you?” Dustin asked.

“Robin’s not talking to you?” you piped up, concern dripping from your words. 

Steve hadn’t mentioned that part to you yet. 

Robin had been giving Steve total radio silence ever since she had found out. Even at work, she was refusing to say a single word to him. She went and hid in the bathroom anytime Steve tried to say anything at all, and she had even recruited Keith to be her disinterested, detached middle man and relay VHS-related messages if she really needed to. 

To say the least, she really hadn’t taken it all that well.

“Later?” he said to you, silently begging you to table this conversation for a time when you didn’t have a very upset teenager in your kitchen.

Sticky silence fell over the three of you, sealing to Steve’s skin and filling his lungs up in a way he hated. Dustin was the one who peeled through it first. 

“Are you actually having a baby?” The question was directed to Steve this time. Dustin was wildly expressive, he always had been, and he looked very, very overwhelmed. Steve felt about the same. He just nodded, and it took a second for Dustin to properly process the news.

“Gimme the picture again!” Dustin insisted. 

“No, dude! We only have a few and-”

“Excuse me, it’s my nephew, I think I get to see the picture if I want to!”

The tension dissolved as soon as the words came out of Dustin’s mouth. Steve had been so, so worried that he’d be mad, madder than Robin was. 

“Hah! See, Dustin thinks it’s a boy, too!” Steve exclaimed to you. Reservation made way for excitement. Like Dustin said, it’s his nephew.

“Oh, god, please don’t start with this again,” you said, smiling despite the faux exasperation in your voice.

“You think it’s a girl?” Dustin asked.

“I think,” you say as you shuck off your coat and lean against the counter, across from the boys, “that Steve is going to get his hopes up about it being a boy, and then be disappointed if it isn’t.”

“Not possible,” Steve clarified with a smile. “Besides, you don’t have to worry about it because I’m right, and it’s gonna be a boy.”

Dustin didn’t end up leaving until a good few hours later, when Steve noticed how your eyes kept fluttering shut as you leaned against his shoulder. He had to manhandle the boy out the door; he had a seemingly unending vault of questions (“you guys have been sleeping together this whole time?!”), but you were totally wiped. 

You really just wanted to just go to bed, but Steve insisted you ate something first, and a mug of soup later, you were practically dead on your feet. He cleaned up any dinner mess (canned soup doesn’t really result in any mess, but he’d be damned if you had to put your own dishes into the dishwasher), and sent you off to get ready for an early turn in. 

He’d just put the pot away when you summoned him into the bathroom.

“You alright?” Steve asked, leaning against the doorframe. You were standing in front of the sink in your pajamas. He could smell your mouthwash.

“Come look.”

Steve took a step into the bathroom to sidle up next to you as you pulled the bottom edge of your too-big t-shirt up. Your fingers ever so gently ghosted over your stomach.

“That wasn’t there before,” you asked, tilting your head back against the crook of Steve’s arm to look up at him. “Was it?”

Steve was entranced by your reflection in the mirror, by the way the swell of your tummy absolutely gave you away. 

“I don’t know.” Steve spoke just barely above a whisper, the way he would have if he was standing in a church. You felt like an angel beneath his arm. “I don’t think so.”

“I feel like I would have noticed it if it was,” you said, eyes glued to the mirror just as Steve’s were. 

“Definitely would’ve noticed,” Steve quietly gushed. “You officially have a baby bump.”

Realistically, you still had a couple more weeks before anyone else would actually be able to see it. Still small enough to hide behind your clothes, but absolutely, undoubtedly there. 

You hummed, and Steve noticed the way you were trying to hide your smile.

“You’re allowed to be happy about it, you know,” Steve reminded you. Your eyes caught his again, and your small, shy smile grew just a little bit bigger as you pulled his hand away from your hip and placed it firmly against the slope of your tummy. He felt his breath hitch, like the action of touching you was breaking some sort of cardinal law, but he stroked his thumb up and down, up and down across your skin, and you flattened yourself as deeply into his chest as you possibly could. He pressed a kiss to your temple, lingering in the scent of you for as long as he could allow himself to.

His hand stayed glued to you for the remainder of the evening.

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Sweetness and anger - e.m & s.h

hello angels! i hope everyone is doing okay, here is a part two to my most recent steddie x reader fic. thank you to @caseyqdilla for the idea (i hope this was okay)! enjoy reading 🩷🩷

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you had given birth to your sweet baby girl Penny just five days ago and it had been the most surreal experience. becoming a mum to this perfect little girl just changed your whole life and you couldn't be happier that she was finally here.

Steve and Eddie hadn't left your babies side since she was born. it was usually them who would wake up to change her in the night, or they would rush to calm her down if she wasn't hungry and they were the perfect dads any child could ask for.

you had decided today was the perfect day for you all to travel to Hawkins so everyone could meet your baby girl and the first stop was Wayne. Eddie had begged you and Steve to let Wayne be the first person from all of your families to meet her and you agreed. he had been the person all three of you could go to when you needed something and it meant a lot to Eddie.

"you girls okay back there?" Steve asked looking in his rear view mirror at you and Penny who were sat comfortably in the back. your eyes never left her sleeping body as you nodded and smiled. it was a little bit uncomfortable being sat in a car for a few hours but you knew that it would be good for you to get out of the house and see your family again, you also weren't to far away from the garage.

your finger was stroking Penny's cheek lightly as she slept in her car seat, her face scrunching slightly at the touch but her expression soon turned peaceful again. you were still in shock that you were actually a mum and it was crazy to think that you'd be looking after her for her whole life.

"Wayne called this morning, i've never heard him sound so excited" Eddie turned to look at you from the front making your focus shift from Penny to Eddie. "he's been excited to meet her since we told him, i bet he was getting impatient" Steve joked making Eddie slap his shoulder lightly.

"he's a very patient man Steve" you rolled your eyes as the two of them bickered back and forth, even with them becoming dads they still acted like kids. you looked down at Penny who was now awake and looking around the car. the boys had woken her up and you were surprised she wasn't crying.

"did you dads wake you up?" she had a frown on her face now. for a newborn she was really expressive and seeing them were just adorable even if she was trying to be mad. after the boys heard you speaking to your now awake baby they shut up and Eddie turned to look at you.

"shit, is she awake?" Steve glanced at you in the rear view mirror again as Eddie spoke to you. you nodded your finger stroking over her cheek again. "it's okay, it's not like she was going to sleep for the whole journey anyway, how far away are we from the garage?"

the only place Wayne could meet Penny was at the garage. he had tried to get in a few different members of staff to cover his shift so he could meet her at his trailer but was unsuccessful so you decided because you knew he was desperate to meet his granddaughter going to the garage was the next best thing.

"about five minutes, why what's wrong? do we need to stop" even before becoming a dad Steve was always making sure everyone was safe and would always ask if they needed anything. "no nothing, it's just i'm pretty sure she's hungry but we are almost there so we don't have to. i'll feed her when we get there"

Steve only nodded and drove around Hawkins to the garage. you were all nervous, Wayne would be the first person to meet Penny and this was huge. the first grandchild on all of your sides and it was a big thing. it was the newest generation and it was so surreal that only a few years ago you were all fighting monsters and had a crazy life, now you were parents.

you were now outside the garage still sat in the car feeding a hungry Penny. you had her and you covered with a nursing cloth making sure that no one could see you or Penny. breastfeeding was a very intimate and private experience and you wanted to feel comfortable without feeling watched so Eddie and Steve being the amazing partners they were kept watch outside the car to make sure no creeps were looking inside.

once Penny was fed and burped you put her back into her car seat and opened the car door. Eddie helped you out of the car whilst Steve got Penny out, holding the car seat tightly to be careful he didn't drop her (not like he would anyway he was just very cautious).

you walked into the garage arm linked around Eddie's with Steve walking a bit in front of the two of you. Wayne's head popped up out of a car and a huge smile took over his face. "oh my goodness" he threw a oily rag over his shoulder and walked over to the four of you.

you unlinked your arms from Eddie's knowing Wayne would go straight over to him. your thoughts were correct, he immediately pulled Eddie into a hug and patted him on the back. you felt a swell of love in your chest as you watched the small interaction, it was beautiful to see.

"congratulations" he said as he pulled away and looked at the small car seat on Steve's arm. again, Penny was sleeping, her peaceful expression showing of her prominent features that looked identical to yours except she plumper lips and deep brown eyes. her hair was brown and thick, now you knew why you had terrible heart burn.

"would you look at that, she's beautiful" Wayne teared up, he was a grandad now and he couldn't believe it. "i'll just go wash my hands, i'll be right back. Eddie you know where my office is" he left the three of you to go to the bathroom.

you all moved to Wayne's office and you sat down on the chair in front of the desk. you had a lot of pain after giving birth, you'd gotten a few stitches and it hurt a lot. Steve placed the car seat on top of the desk and unclipped Penny, gently pulling her out and placing her in his chest. he swayed slightly and placed a few kisses to her head.

"sorry for taking so long, Troy was being an asshole" Wayne sat down in his chair which was opposite to you and held his arms out. it had been years since he last held a baby but he was pretty sure he could remember how to. he had been reading a few (a lot) of books on babies just to figure out how to hold her (and found out a lot of other things just in case he ever had to babysit).

Steve placed Penny in Wayne's arms and he swore he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. his chin quivered and his eyes filled with tears as he looked at Penny who was still fast asleep. "i'll be right back" Eddie said placing a delicate kiss on your forehead before leaving Wayne's office.

"she's absolutely beautiful" Wayne sniffled but quickly composed himself "how was the birth y/n? i don't really know what happened, all i know is Eddie nearly missed it" you only nodded, still hurt from what happened only five days prior. "well the birth was okay because Eddie made it just in time but the boys never answered the phone. Steve had called them all day and no one picked up"

"i have no idea if they were pulling a prank or something but i called from like 9am to two hours before she was born and no one answered. i'm surprised Eddie even made it" Steve stood behind you, a hand rubbing your shoulder. "it was scary. i was so worried that he wasn't going to make it because those stupid people not answering the phone. Steve called all day" you were hurt deep down. you had all wanted to be together when you were in labour and he had gotten that opportunity taken away from him.

"i called from like 9am to two hours before she was born. i'm surprised Eddie even made it" Steve shook his head at the thought. Wayne turned his attention back to the sweet baby girl in his arms who was now fussing. "i'll take her" Steve said as he walked around the desk to take her. "you both do know that those boys are here today" after hearing that you felt anger surge through your body. you knew you shouldn't blow up like this but knowing the two of them were there meant you could give them some advice.

Eddie had gone to see Troy and Adam who were both in the office they had been five days prior. Adam was on the phone doing his job like he was supposed to do but Troy had his feet on the desk and was chucking a paper ball up into the air, he looked bored. once Adam noticed Eddie he quickly and politely ended the phone call and his face changed into sympathy.

however when Troy noticed Eddie standing in the doorway he smiled and shook his head. Adam spoke first "Eddie i am so sorry for what happened the other day, did you make it-" "i knew you were fucking with us. there's no baby here" Troy laughed obnoxiously, cutting Adam off but Eddie stood there shaking his head.

"there is a baby you asshole and you two are lucky that i'm here and my girlfriend isn't" Eddie scoffed and Adam looked down at his hands, he was shaking nervously. "i am truly sorry Eddie, i shouldn't of even followed through with what Troy said" Troy scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes.

"oh shut up you wuss. it's fine, jesus. it was a prank get over it" you saw Eddie standing in the doorway of an office and fast walked toward him, ignoring the pain in your body. "it's just a baby it's no big deal, you act like you're never going to have another one. your girlfriend will get over it anyway. if not she's a complete psycho and needs help" you were stood behind Eddie but after hearing that you squeezed in front of him.

"woah, who are you" Troy smirked, winking at you making you feel sick. he was disgusting. "i'm the girlfriend you just called a psycho you asshole" this made his smirk drop quickly. "you both are so stupid, do you have any idea what could of happened if Eddie didn't come in here when he did?" Adam just looked down again.

he felt stupid for even doing the stupid prank. "you need to grow up. you're somehow an adult which blows my mind because you act like a kid, it's embarrassing. what possessed you two to think not answering the phone was a good idea? it's your job for god sake and i'm surprised you're both even here" your face felt hot with anger as you looked between the two boys. you felt hot angry tears in your eyes, your hormones all over the place as you ripped into the two men in front of you.

you could tell by their different body language who was sorry and who wasn't. "i know it doesn't change it but i am sorry for not answering the phone. it was a one time thing and it was stupid" Adam said, his face was bright red with embarrassment as he realised what could of happened. he had thought about it for the last few days and every time he did think about it he felt sick, how stupid could he be?

“and if you think that we can just ‘have another baby’ it doesn’t work like that. you have no idea how many kids we want and of this was the only child we wanted then you robbed us from that special experience. yeah Eddie was there for the pregnancy and the birth but the labouring part is just as important and you ruined that. now you need to grow up, seriously.” a few tears ran down your face as you felt more anger inside of you.

your words were mainly directed at Troy who’s smug look had reappeared on his face. “one day you will realise, if you find someone stupid enough to even be with you, how special it is and how important it is for some people to have their partner there during labour. now i know you had no idea that i was going to give birth that day, none of us knew but pulling a stupid prank like that can be really dangerous. you could of left people stranded on the road. no more pranks, got it?”

you looked between the two boys, Troy was rolling his eyes but you knew of you carried on you wouldn’t stop but Adam nodded and apologised again you only nodded before turning back to Troy “you’re an asshole, you don’t come here for pranks you come here to work, that’s what you’re expected to do. now come on Eddie we have more people to see” with that you walked away from the three boys and wiped your tears as you left the room, Steve being outside the door with Penny in his chest with the car seat in his hand.

you and Steve walked to the car leaving Eddie still in the office. Troy now had his head down as he let your words sink in but he didn’t feel remorseful, only a little embarrassed but he tried to cover it. “Adam we accept your apology, i hope it won’t happen again” Adam promptly nodded and reassured Eddie he wouldn’t be influenced by Troy again.

“oh and Troy” Troy lifted his head to look at Eddie expecting the exact same thing to be said to him, his smirk had also reappeared “you’re fired” it was Eddie’s turn to smile at him but his was sarcastic and pissed Troy off. Eddie could hear you calling for him from the car “now if you excuse me i have to go see my sweet family and my lovely in laws, bye” Eddie left smiling, hearing the shouts of an annoyed Troy who most definitely deserved to be fired.

#fanfiction #imagines #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #steddie x fem!reader #steddie x you #steddie x y/n #steddie imagine #steddie x reader #steddie imagines #steddie #dad!steddie #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!steve harrington x reader #dad!eddie munson #dad!steve harrington

[johannestevans]

rewatching Hill House with lewis and god like. thinking about how luke as an addict has NONE of the same fancy treatment that Nellie gets, we don't see anyone delving into the underlying REASONS he is an addict

and not just the poverty compared to his siblings but like

the trauma of hill house. we see nellie seek out a fancy sleep therapist in a sleek beautifully made up office, and separately is in a sleek fancy psychiatrist's office and speaking to him in one on one sessions

because luke is an addict he doesn't get that. because luke is an addict and is automatically blamed for everything BECAUSE he's an addict, bc he's automatically seen as evil and Wrong inside, everything is about what HE'S done wrong, the amends HE needs to make

and of course he's fucking hurt them, but a heroin addiction doesn't come from nowhere - esp bc we see him as a young boy with bad vision who struggles with his letters in a way that his sister doesn't at the same age, who comes off as quite a bit younger than nellie in some ways

yes, he's naïve in a way that nellie isn't as a child (although they obviously swap roles as adults), yes he doesn't do well assessing risk, but like

the thing about that is that. theo has a PhD in behavioural science or whatever

shirley is a mortician, steve is a successful author, nellie is a fucking PHOTOGRAPHER and like

nell is also naïve as an adult but bc she has that creative streak she's able to cobble whatever living together and access fancy care

but luke? steven basically laughs at him when they talk about him being able to write a story and the work being good. no one cares about luke. everyone is frustrated with nell's naivety but she gets a lot of slack that luke doesn't because she's not an addict

and i just think about how. luke doesn't get into art or a fancy career like any of his siblings do. he doesn't find a focus or an obsession. he doesn't develop support or loving connections. he's there, ripped open and traumatised like they are, with nothing to stem the wounds

of course he turns to fucking heroin. what else does he have? and then what little he DOES have goes down the drain as he spirals further and further, he steals from his siblings, he erodes those relationships to nothing, they see him as an inconvenience, they treat him cruelly

like. real talk.

can luke, as an adult, even fucking see very well?

bc baby luke has glasses that are thick as anything, and i KNOW that my man isn't carrying his contact case from alleyway to alleyway and shitty shelter to slightly less shitty clinic

MAYBE he's had corrective eye surgery. maybe he's just given up, because he can't get a job like his siblings anyway so why does it matter? he'd only lose his glasses anyway

but fuck it just. kills me.

like just the blaming luke for everything he's suffering when they're all insane and all traumatised, they're all DESTROYED

but they all acknowledge they're fucked up cos of the house... except luke. it's luke's fault, bc he's an addict

#musings #haunting of hill house #luke crain

[steddiebang]

Crossroads (Hellfire on my Trail)

Author: @nevertheless_5 l Artist: @hels._art l Artist: @sunflowerharrington Posting on Tuesday, October 10

Like the infamous urban legend, Eddie meets the Devil at a crossroads and cuts a deal to become a rockstar. In exchange, Henry Creel wants to be his occasional puppetmaster. He grants Eddie one year of his shiny new life to choose to either finalize his deal or break it. As he grows more famous, makes a record, and starts a nationwide U.S. tour, Eddie thinks he’s gotten everything he ever wanted. Then he meets Steve Harrington and realizes how wrong he was. He also didn’t get all the fine print of his contract with the Devil. An explicit, slow burn, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers tale. Tagline: Love be the Devil but it won’t get me.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Eddie kept looking because the guy was hot. Those boring clothes were a little too tight and all Eddie could process was the bulge in his jeans, toned muscles that were obvious under his pastel shirt, and hard forearms. He looked strong, like he worked out. Probably exactly that douchey type, yeah. His face was kind of ridiculous too. Thick, dark eyebrows, defined jaw, moles or freckles dotting his neck and face like beauty marks. He was pretty.

So maybe he was a little taken aback by the guy’s looks. He wasn’t about to show it. Good-looking guys like him were a dime a dozen. Probably straight as an arrow too. He looked it. Boring. 

“And who are you?” Eddie said and looked down like he wasn’t interested in the answer. He watched himself strum the guitar. 

“Who are you?” 

Eddie laughed. “If you’re here you should probably know that already.” He looked up to another bitchy expression and hands still on hips. “What are you, venue staff?”

The man scoffed. Eddie strummed again and turned one of the tuning pegs to adjust the sound, strummed again.

“Hey, stop that.” 

The man placed his hand on the neck of the guitar like he was going to take it and Eddie stood up quickly, pushing the guy back with his body, the guitar between them. He didn’t like people touching his baby, certainly not some random dude with a chip on his shoulder. He wasn’t afraid of his size either. They were the same height anyway, even if pretty boy had 20 lbs or more on him. 

“Back off,” Eddie said, eyes locked on the man, but he wasn’t backing down either. 

The guy’s annoyed expression was angry now, and yeah there was green in his eyes. Eddie could see it really well now that they were so much closer. His dark eyelashes were kind of absurdly long too. Christ, he looked like a girl. Eddie’s gaze fell to pretty boy’s lips without his consent. The hard line of them right now couldn’t hide how they’d probably be soft and sweet to kiss, and Eddie wanted to kiss them, well, if he didn’t rip the guy’s hand off his arm first.

“That’s Munson’s guitar and I’m in charge of it, so hand it over.”

Eddie laughed. “You’re not in charge of it.”

“I’m his guitar tech actually, so yes I am in charge of it, and I don’t appreciate you fucking with the instrument.”

The heat in his voice and that he’d cursed made Eddie smile now. He would never deign to let it show, but he decided he liked how this guy didn’t back down. Also, he was pretty amused that he didn’t have a clue who Eddie was. Idiot. A pretty idiot though. He could work with that, could push this game a little further. 

“Oh, you don’t want me fucking with your instrument huh? You sure? I’m pretty good at it.”

The guy seemed to flatline for a moment before narrowing his eyes, getting the gist of what Eddie was saying. Eddie looked him up and down slowly, acted like he was considering it and, oh, this guy didn’t like that at all. They were still so close, and Eddie ran his hand up the collar of the guy’s shirt. Pretty boy stopped Eddie’s hand immediately, gripping it tight, and that actually hurt a little. Strong, yeah. Eddie grinned.

“Watch it.”

“Or maybe I’ll let you fuck with mine instead. You might like that.”

The guy practically sneered at him, disgusted. Eddie grinned and shrugged. It didn’t bother him. Typical straight guy reaction. Eddie knew he was attractive, so it wasn’t any skin off his back. If anything, it made this more fun. 

“But either way, Adonis, I’ll be tuning my own guitar, thanks. Don’t need your help.”

The guy looked a little confused by that, especially when Eddie stepped away to sit back down and mess around with his guitar.

“Uh.” Eddie looked up and the guy seemed a little lost now. He swallowed and followed that eloquence with, “I’m Steve. What’s…your name?”

Eddie grinned. “I think you might have guessed. Smarter than you look, huh?”

A flash of anger passed over the man’s features before he composed himself. “Eddie Munson?”

Eddie nodded and started to hum along to the song he was playing now. He could feel Steve’s eyes on him and wondered what he was thinking. Probably freaking out that he’d pissed off the boss. The boss who had kind of hit on him. Eddie decided he’d put him out of his misery. He didn’t look up when he spoke. 

“I’ll take care of the Warlock and my acoustic too. You can handle the backup guitars, cords, amps, all the other fun stuff. Got it, Steve?”

“Harrington.”

Eddie looked up and a little of the defiance was back in Steve’s expression. He found it funny that he was correcting himself now, wanted to be called Harrington instead apparently.

“Harrington then. My other offer still stands by the way.” Eddie grinned at him and Steve looked confused for a second. Just one.

“I don’t mess around with rockstars.”

Eddie glanced at him, raising his eyebrows as he strummed. “Oh? Why’s that?”

“Lots of reasons. Plenty of other people around who are up for that. Men, women, whatever you want.”

“But not you?” Eddie pressed, letting his gaze slide over Steve’s features again. He really was beautiful. Not Eddie’s type at all but there was something about him. Maybe he just liked what he couldn’t have. Steve stared back and seemed to have shut a wall down over his expression. It made Eddie so curious. What was he afraid to show?

“No, I…ah, relationships are kinda bullshit and casual stuff, well, I don’t fuck around on the job.”

That wasn’t what Eddie had meant with his question, and he couldn’t tell if Harrington was avoiding saying whether he was straight or not by deflecting. But if the guy was queer Eddie felt he would have gotten Eddie’s point. So yeah, probably straight. That wouldn’t deter him from flirting in the future though.

Read more on October 10!

#steddiebang23 #steddiebang23 upcoming projects

[allexina]

↱ Content warnings: reader is a female and uses she/her pronouns, in Darry and Johnny’s part reader has animals at home that she misses, reader has decent families in all of the oneshots, Steve’s dad is abusive and it mentions him getting drunk/blacked out, in Dallas’s part it’s mentioned that the reader has drank alcohol and done drugs, and ooc Dallas. ↰

↱ The Outsiders When You’re Homesick (fem! Reader) ↰

↱ Summary: You’ve been away from home for far too long and suffer the unfortunate consequences that come with that. ↰

↱ Characters that are present in this are Darry Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Steve Randle, Dallas Winston, and Two-bit Matthews. ↰

↱ Author’s note: I do want to bring awareness to the fact that it’s normal for everyone of every age to feel homesick once they leave home even if it isn’t for a long time. Anyway, have a nice day/night!!💛💛↰

Darry Curtis:

You were sitting on the bed, debating on how you would tell Darry that you wanted to go back to your home. You remembered D/n and C/n. They were in your own home and were most likely missing you as well. You went over to feed them often and walk D/n while cleaning C/n’s litter box for her.

You thought about it and settled on asking your beloved to just come home with you to enjoy time in your own space with your own animals. You loved all the boys but you couldn’t really feel completely content knowing your animals were alone and without someone there with them.

You moved on the bed as you nervously played with your hands. You didn’t want to upset anyone and you hated confrontation just as much as you did the feeling of being homesick.

The door to your lover’s room opened and you looked up at Darry as he walked through the door. “Hey, baby.” You tried to make it seem as if you were fine and everything was fine. You would mention it while laying down with him so the two of you could sleep on it and he could give you a confirmed answer in the morning.

You didn’t want anyone to be mad/upset for something that you were naturally feeling. It was normal.

“Hey, R/n. What’s wrong?” Darry questioned as he sat down on the bed beside you.

“Oh, um… I wanted to talk about something with you.” Your hands were sweating and shaking all because you were talking about your feelings. It wasn’t like Darry had ever shamed you for your feelings or your made you feel less than.

You were just nervous. You looked at Darry with a small frown playing at your lips. “I want to go home,” you said with a frown appearing on your face. You prayed that you didn’t disappoint him by saying that but you also knew that Darry wouldn’t allow you to feel guilty for asking for things. You nervously rubbed your hands together.

Darry looked down at your hands and grabbed them before you could rub them until they started to sting unnaturally. “That’s fine. Why are you gettin’ so nervous over it?” Darry wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him.

You pressed a kiss to his lips gently. It was so soft and gentle that he didn’t think you had truly done it for a good minute. “Thank you. I was so scared.” You whispered out as you let out a laugh. “Can we go tomorrow? I know you can’t stay for long because of the boys but I’d love it if you could spend a couple of days with me!” You let Darry hold your hands with a relieved smile on your face.

You wrapped your arms around his stomach and leaned against him. “I love you so much,” you said with a smile on your face.

“I love you too.” Darry murmured under his breath as something shattered from the living room. You both stood up and began running towards the bedroom door.

“Shit.”

Sodapop Curtis:

You were laughing along with him at the joke Steve had told. Steve had to leave though and soon, quietness overtook the room. Ponyboy and Johnny were out doing whatever those two did without anyone around. You never cared enough to always question them. The only time you did was when something bad happened and they were out of the house during the time it took place.

You looked at the couch with a sigh leaving you as you noticed the emotional build up that was happening. Your stomach flipped in an almost unnatural way as you began nervously playing with your hair. Soda took notice of your change in mood almost immediately as he wrapped an arm around you.

“What happened?” Soda asked quietly as he frowned.

“I don’t know,” you said with a sigh as you leaned closer into him, “I think what happened was it got quiet and I realized how long I’ve been away from home.” You pressed a kiss to Soda’s cheek.

Your coffee was sitting beside you and you grabbed it and took a sip. You had made it with the intention of staying up later into the night to study for an exam coming up.

Soda just nuzzled into you. “Wanna go back to your place? We can spend the night there.” He stood up and pulled you up with him.

“I don’t know. I don’t think my parents are home but you know they don’t like us being alone.” You crossed your arms over your chest but Soda simply shrugged.

“I’ll sneak in, baby.” He laughed as he snuck a kiss onto your lips. You only pulled away for a moment to breathe but when your breath came back, you pressed another kiss to his lips.

“Thank you. I thought you would be mad or upset that I wanted to go home.” Your voice was soft and gentle as you wrapped your arms around Soda’s neck. You let your body relax into his as you whispered your softest “thanks” to him.

Soda only rubbed your back gently as he nuzzled into your neck. You could only laugh, feeling slightly better about missing your home.

Ponyboy Curtis:

You laid against Ponyboy with him smoking. You knew he had slowed down a lot and you were grateful for that but it still made you curious. How much had he been smoking before you showed up?

You leaned forward to conserve warmth between the two of y’all as you stared at the wall. You wanted to go home, mostly because you had stayed for an entire week with Ponyboy. You didn’t want to tell him that though as you were scared that he would be upset with you.

You let yourself feel comforted by your lover though. His presence made you feel much better than before. You looked up at Pony and pressed a kiss to his cheek. You weren’t necessarily feeling homesickness. If anything, you wanted to stay with him at your house.

You curled in closer as he sighed. “Johnny’s parents kicked him out again. Man, I wish I could help.” Pony let out a sigh as he put his cigarette out and kissed the top of your head.

“I wish I could too. Do you think if I got him a job, he would be able to live on his own without them?” You asked as you thought about referring Johnny to your dad. He could get your friend a job especially with knowing his situation.

You sighed as Pony ran a hand through your hair. “Is something on your mind? You’ve been staring at the wall with a frown.” Pony gently rubbed your arm as you leaned against him with tears beginning to pool in your eyes.

“Not really. I just want to go home but I don’t wanna disappoint you.” You whispered out as you pressed your cheek against his chest which felt warmed due to his jacket.

“Why would that disappoint me, darlin’?” Pony watched as your body physically relaxed at his words. You simply smiled and pressed yourself tighter to him. You were grateful that he hadn’t gotten mad.

“I don’t know but I thought you would be like upset that I wanted to go home. If anything, you could always come with me. I know you like our tv.” You laughed as you sniffled slightly from the tearful moment you had a second prior to your words.

Pony only laughed in acknowledgment at your words.

Johnny Cade:

You would never complain to your boyfriend as he tried his best for you. He made sure you ate, drank water that day, and even allowed you to smoke some of his weed. Still, you wanted to go home as you missed your cat.

He was the sweetest cat you’d ever owned and you enjoyed spending time with him. Lately though, you had been spending much more time with Johnny without realizing and it was your own fault. Usually, you watched the time like a hawk, making sure that it wouldn’t get too late for you to walk home by yourself.

It was far too late at night for you to walk home and you didn’t want to endanger Johnny because of your selfish desires. So, without much thought, you pushed that feeling of homesickness down and tried to stop yourself from crying. The feeling of your throat tingling from wanting to cry along with the burn within your nose made you lock yourself in the bathroom with the excuse of feeling sick.

Johnny had wanted to come in to check on you but you had used the excuse that you didn’t want him to see you as a mess. Johnny respected your wishes of not wanting to be seen and you thanked him for it.

You finally thought that you looked respectable enough and opened the bathroom door, going out to greet your lover.

“Hey, baby.” You tried to kiss his lips before anything else and Johnny automatically pulled away from you.

“Whoa, I don’t wanna get sick.” He still threw an arm over your shoulder though. You pouted at him and pressed a kiss to his slender fingers that were hanging off of your shoulder.

“I’m not going to get you sick, Johnny.” You grabbed him and led him to the couch where you began explaining your situation. “I’m… homesick. I miss my cat and I didn’t realize how late it had gotten and how many days I’ve been away from him.” You whispered out softly as you genuinely thought about it.

“I think I get it. I’ve never been homesick before though. Maybe that’s just me but we can go back to your home and stay the night there.” Johnny murmured a solution into your ear as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Why did you lie to me about being sick?” Johnny suddenly asked as he tilted his head.

“I didn’t want to put you in danger by forcing you to walk me home.” You looked down at the floor of the house and Johnny nodded his head to acknowledge your words.

You pressed your lips against Johnny’s cheek, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pulled him down onto the couch with a sigh. “Why don’t we stay here for tonight and then go tomorrow? I would like for us to go out to eat soon anyways so we could do it tomorrow.” You rambled on as you stared at Johnny.

You would be fine with him.

Steve Randle:

You heard the shower running, feeling a pinch of that upsetting feeling building within your stomach. You didn’t want to bother Steve with your emotions as he couldn’t really handle his own so you kept those feelings to yourself.

You listened closely to the shower, knowing that when it turns off you need to dry your eyes and make sure you don’t look as if you were crying. You had no reason to be homesick. You were just in a new place with a man who couldn’t seem to stop yelling at Steve for even a moment.

It was upsetting and you were pretty sure that you were more so upset at the fact that Steve’s dad was being such a jerk. It made you miss your home.

You hadn’t even been at Steve’s house for long. Less than seven hours but you were going to ask him when he got out of the shower if you could go home with him. You wanted to grab him and put him into your pocket to make sure that you could protect him for the rest of his life.

You heard the shower turn off and wiped your eyes. You made yourself feel slightly better by telling yourself that he would willingly go home with you.

Steve wasn’t mean to you. He was usually very caring and sweet towards you.

You looked up as the bathroom door opened. Steve’s towel was wrapped around his waist as he shook his head. “Shit, it’s cold in here.” He was quick to find his room and you sat patiently on the couch for him.

You didn’t want him to feel rushed or anything so you leaned back on the couch. You listened for his dad, not hearing his drunk ass in his bedroom. That man had gotten damn near black out and it had caused him to get more aggressive.

Five minutes passed as if it was nothing and soon enough, your boyfriend was walking out of his room. “Hey, you look like you’re cryin’. What’s wrong?” He asked as he sat beside you on the couch.

“I don’t like it here,” you whispered out as looked over your shoulder to make sure his dad wasn’t there, “and I don’t like you being here. We’re going to save up and we’re going to get something together. I don’t know what but I hate you living here.” You finally took a deep breath, letting your breaths mellow out and become slower.

“Yeah, he can get violent when he drinks. That’s why I didn’t want you coming over here.” He was right. You were the one who wanted to see where he came from. Unfortunately, you didn’t want to stay any longer.

“I’m sorry. Come on. We’re going to my house and explaining the situation to my parents. They’ll let you stay with us.” You pressed a kiss on his cheek before standing up and pulling on him to follow you.

Dallas Winston:

You were tired of hearing the sound of the parties going on downstairs. If anything, you were close to just walking out yourself but you cared far too much for the man who seemed to genuinely enjoy the loud parties a little too much.

Still, you didn’t care a lot about the parties. They made you feel horrible. Alcohol and drugs made you feel messed up. You remember when you used to drink and you would wake up, feeling horrible. Even when you put a hand in with the drugs, they made that feeling worse so you knew from personal experience that the parties weren’t a good idea especially for Dallas.

It didn’t help that he was constantly partying which was where your feeling of homesickness began. You had left your home for multiple days on end, and you were starting to miss your bed. You were starting to miss your room which was why you were planning on telling Dally that you wanted to go home.

Still, you were scared that he was going to get defensive and try to start a fight with you over nothing.

The door to the room opened and Dally stumbled in. You let out a sigh and stood up, helping him to the bed. “Hey Dally? I wanna go home.” You nervously mumbled out.

Immediately, Dallas got off of the bed and looked at you. “If you wanna go home, I’m going to walk you home.” Dallas stared at you seriously, as if it was okay for him to walk back to Buck’s by himself at night.

“Dally, you’re drunk. You’re stumbling. Please lay down.” You huffed as you tried to get him back down on the bed. He refused and only when you begged him to sit down did he.

“I want to walk you home. Why do you want to go home?” He asked softly as he looked up at you.

“I just got a little homesick. Don’t worry about it, Dally.” Your words were soft as you tried to pull away from him but his grip stayed tight.

“I’m going with you.” Dallas stood up and held himself up. You let out a sigh before finally agreeing.

“Fine but you’re staying at my place tonight.” You huffed out and grabbed his hand, leading him towards the door.

Two-Bit Matthews:

You washed the dishes, feeling slightly upset at the fact that you hadn’t seen your family since you had stayed with Two-Bit. Finally, you turned the sink off and placed the last dish into the drainer. You knew his mom appreciated your help and you were glad to help her seeing as you planned on being with her son for a long while.

You stepped out of the kitchen and began looking around the house, knowing Two-Bit was most likely in front of the tv, drinking and watching Mickey Mouse.

You weren’t upset at that at all. You actually enjoyed his interests and seeing what he enjoyed but damn, did it irritate you that you hadn’t even talked to your family. That was mostly your fault but it still didn’t make you feel any less homesick about it.

You sat down on the floor beside him as he finished off his beer. Your nose wrinkled as you remembered how it tasted. It was watered down with a little bit of an aftertaste. You couldn’t describe it but it was somewhat okay. Still, you wouldn’t drink it if you had a choice in the matter.

“I wanna go home.” You didn’t make eye contact as you let your eyes drift to the tv with Mickey Mouse playing on it.

“I’m not holdin’ you hostage, baby.” Two-Bit responded and you immediately fed into his attitude.

“How do you know such big words? I thought your reading comprehension was still a little bad.” Your voice cracked from you trying not to laugh as Two-Bit looked at you with a playful glint in his eye.

“Oh, you’re bein’ a brat, huh?” He dug his fingers into your side gently and you laughed, pushing him away.

“Seriously, I do feel homesick though.” You frowned as you leaned against him once you let yourself settle down.

“I’ll take you home, baby. Don’t you worry that pretty little head about it.” He stood up and you followed him, letting him lead you to the kitchen.

You watched as he grabbed a beer and tried to hand a cold one to you. You shook your head quickly but made sure to thank him for the offer.

Finally, after he finished up with opening his beer, he began walking towards his front door where he would walk you home and hopefully stay the night.

#the outsiders #x female reader #johnny cade x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #steve randle x reader #dallas winston x reader #darry curtis x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #two-bit Matthew’s x reader #the outsiders x female reader

[headkiss]

Hey! I’m not sure if this is too specific of a request or not but i saw you were taking requests so decided to shoot my shot? So it's a steve x reader imagine where they have defeated vecna and all. And reader was the one in place of max who got in the coma but now she's awake. But she can feel steve pulling away from her after everything. And one day she just gets fed up and asks him why is he doing this to them and my brain keeps imagining that scene in greys anatomy where Alex is yelling at Izzy that “you freakin died in my arms…I’m scared to move, I’m scared to breath, I’m scared to touch you”

you of course don't have to do it if you don't want toooo! and you can also take as much creative liberty as you want to if you do decide to do it 😀

anyway i love your writing sm, it brings me a lot of joy! thank youuuu ♥️

hiii as a greys fan myself i sort of had to write this and i hope i did it well!! thank you so much for requesting and being so nice | 0.9k words angst to fluff (?) i think!

Things have been different ever since you woke up. Ever since Vecna cursed you and put you in a coma, since your friends defeated him and El somehow saved your life.

It was terrifying, and the amount of time that passed while you were unconscious was disorienting. For you and everyone else.

It was difficult for all of you, the trauma and the fear that remained. The idea that you could’ve died. You could barely grasp it.

You can’t imagine what it was like for Steve, for the boy who loved you and you loved right back. You have no idea what you would’ve done had the roles been reversed, how you would have coped not knowing if he’d wake up or not.

You knew that he came to visit you at least once a day, and would even sleep in a cot next to you sometimes. It makes your heart ache.

It made sense for him to be extra careful with you for the first couple of weeks. He would help you stand, help you move around. He wouldn’t leave your side.

Now, however, a couple of months of healing and physical therapy down, you wished he would treat you normally again. Everyone was still so wary around you and you knew why, you just wanted someone to make you feel like yourself. You wanted Steve to do that.

You were still the same person, just with thick glasses and less flexible limbs, but still you.

You don’t remember the last time he kissed you somewhere that wasn’t your forehead or hand or cheek. The last time he actually kissed you.

It’s like he’s pulling away without meaning to, drifting further from what you were.

You’re on his couch watching a movie, cuddled close and holding hands. Even pressed together, there’s a distance between you and you can feel it.

You shift to kiss his neck, just soft pecks up to his jaw. He turns his face when you get close, kissing you. Finally. It’s nothing extreme, no tongue or anything, but it’s something.

When you try to deepen it, he pulls away. “Baby.”

“What’s wrong, Steve?”

“Nothing,” he runs a hand through his hair, like he’s stressed. “Can we just watch the movie?”

“No.” You sit up fully to face him, “we need to talk about this.”

“About what?”

“Steve, come on. Ever since I woke up you won’t kiss me, you’ll barely even touch me.”

His heart is pounding because he knows you’re right but he’s scared. He’s terrified that you’ll be ripped away from him again and he can’t get it out of his head. It haunts him every day.

“I kiss you.”

“You know what I mean. I know it was scary, Steve. I know. But I’m right here, and I need you to be, too.”

He has to be honest, he knows that, but he feels guilty feeling this way when you’re the one who died.

“You died. You died in my arms and I watched it happen. I couldn’t save you… I couldn't do anything. I was so scared, and I know that you were too, but you don’t know what it was like for me.”

You understand where he’s coming from, and it brings tears to your eyes to think about what kind of state he was in. Only, you’re okay now, and he needs to understand that.

“Listen to me. I know you were afraid and alone but I’m here now,” you take his hand and place it on your cheek, yours holding it there. “I’m alive and with you.”

“You’re not, though!” He doesn’t mean to be so loud, or to get frustrated but he can’t help it. “You can barely see without those glasses and I see you wince all the time. You’re not the same, neither of us are. I’m scared to move, I’m scared to breathe. I’m terrified that I’ll do something that hurts you.”

You’re crying now, you both are.

“Steve. What hurts me is how you’re treating me like something breakable. I’m safe. We’re safe.”

He swipes his thumb over your cheek, you reach out and do the same to his. Things won’t be solved so quickly, both of you know that, but it’s a start.

“I know. I know that, I do, I’m just so scared.”

You move his hand to press over your heart, letting him feel it beat. He takes in a shaky breath, like it’s really helping him. You’re alive and that’s what’s important, he’s aware of it. He thinks he’ll make a new habit of listening to your heartbeat.

He leans his forehead against yours. “I’ll try to be better. I’m sorry for being distant.”

“You’re already amazing, Steve. You take care of me and I love you so much for it. I just want you to see that everything’s gonna be fine.”

He kisses you, one, two, three quick pecks that might not be much, but the contact grounds you both. It’s what you’ve been needing for so long.

“I love you too, baby. Can't imagine my life without you.”

“You don’t have to anymore. I’m here, and I’m staying.”

He’s impossibly grateful that you’re his, that you survived despite the odds. He’s grateful that you spoke up because he didn’t realize how much he needed to let it out until you did.

He’s eternally grateful that you love him.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington request #steve harrington requests #steve harrington story #steve stranger things #steve harrington imagines #stevie blurbs #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine

[xoxobuckybarnes]

June 2023 Stucky Fics

Completed

some say it makes the world go round (Rated: T, Words: 22K) by mambo / @whtaft 

Summary: Steve Rogers is a professor just appointed to a tenure-track position at Triskelion College. Bucky Barnes is the writer-in-residence there. Steve doesn't mean to fall in love.

Maybe Baby (I’ll Have You) (Rated: T, Words: 6K) by musette22 / @musette22

Summary:  It’s Monday morning, and Bucky is just preparing a large mocha, extra whip for one of the many exchange students that have been finding their way into his shop lately, when the little bell above the door rings and a large man carrying a tiny baby in a papoose walks in. 

Twenty Seconds (Rated: M, Words: 6K) by Ribbonsflying

Summary: Bucky lies to his mom about having a boyfriend so when his mom surprises him by coming to New York, Bucky panics and asks Steve to pose as his boyfriend. The only thing is that Bucky barely knows Steve. Steve's just the guy at the pizza parlor that Bucky's teased a few times. He's just as likely to let Bucky crash and burn for a little bit of payback.

College Boys (series) by BonkyBornes / @bonky-bornes​

I Hate You (I Love You) (Rated: NR, Words: 22K)

Summary: Everyone knew that Steve Rogers hated Bucky Barnes. It’s not that he’d said anything or even done anything, but Bucky Barnes was a jock, and everyone knew that jocks hated people like Steve Rogers, so Steve hated him on principle. Really, it was to protect himself. If he stayed away from the people who were destined to make his life a living hell, things would go smoothly, right? (Right?)(Or, they're in the same class and are partners for a group project) (Or, or, Steve thinks he hates Bucky Barnes but they fall in love anyway)

I Love You (You Hate Me) (Rated: NR, Words: 3K)

Summary: A scene taken from I Hate You (I Love You) and put into Bucky's POV. After his teammates bail on him for another Halloween party, Bucky expects to have a night alone at his apartment. He makes a plan with his sister to watch a couple movies. Then Steve shows up.

Here to Stay (Rated: NR, Words: 1K)

Summary: “Move in with me.” Bucky had practiced the words in his head all afternoon. Even so, they were quiet and demure when he finally said them. He cleared his throat. “Move in with me, Steve.” Or, they talk about prostitution.

Little Giant (Rated: NR, Words: 11K)

Summary: The last hour of his shift was both agonizingly slow and astonishingly fast. Twice, Natasha yelled at him to prevent him from putting the wrong liquor in drinks. It was a relief when Valkyrie clocked in and took over. With only fifteen minutes left, Steve really let himself think about Brock’s proposition. Steve could go home. He should go home. He was in no state for anything else and he’d gotten out for a good reason. His back had never really healed. He could go home and curl up on the couch with good food and better company and allow himself to finally let down his guard. Payday was next week and he’d finally have enough for his rent and the rest of his loan payment. But then the cycle would start again. All it took was one win to give him some cushion. (All it took was one wrong hit to make everything worse.) If he won he’d be that much closer to moving in for real. He’d be that much closer to marrying Bucky and their life starting for real. No more halfway. No more back and forth. Just them. But would Bucky even want to marry him anymore if he knew?*Or, Steve and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Marbles (Rated: NR, Words, 2K)

Summary: Steve peeked up at Bucky and hid his face again. “What would you say if I said I gave my two weeks?” Bucky would be elated. He’d pull out the bottle of sparkling wine his parents had given them ages ago, and they’d celebrate because it would mean that Steve was finally putting himself first and trusting that Bucky would catch him. But it would also mean Steve had truly reached his breaking point. “I’d say we’d figure something out. You know my goal is to officially live together before we’re eighty.” “Ask me,” Steve said so softly Bucky almost thought he made it up. “Ask me to move in.” Or, prostitution part 2 Or, Or, Bobby and Steve's Auto World

I’ll Cover You (with a thousand sweet kisses) (Rated: NR, Words: 3K)

Summary: Steve was only pulled from his perusal of the sketchbook by Bucky plopping into his lap, wrapping his legs around his waist. “No more today.” “I thought you wanted me moved in.” “And you are. Let me enjoy the first afternoon I officially live with my fiancé. Please.” He stuck his bottom lip out and batted his eyelashes. Steve was quickly learning he was unable to deny Bucky anything when he did that. “Fine.” Steve dropped the sketchbook back in the box. Bucky shoved it away with his foot. Steve snorted, but then Bucky’s lips were against his, and the sun was warm as it streamed through the window, and he was happy. 

Call It Dreaming (you can have my love) (Rated: NR, Words:15K)

Summary: “Let’s go get married, Buck.” “Let’s get married, baby.” Or, the one where they get married and throw shoes at people

Latke Love (Rated: NR, Words: 4K)

Summary: Becca conveyed the message. There was laughter in the background. “So, what can I do for you?” “I’m pretty sure he has the flu,” he said. “Normally, I’d make my ma’s chicken noodle, but I know how much he looks forward to Hanukkah and the food, and no matter how hard I try, he always kicks me out of the kitchen—” “Just say you have no idea what you’re doing when it comes to Jewish cuisine,” Becca said. “I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to Jewish cuisine.” Or, Bucky gets the flu over Hanukkah and Steve, with the help of his sister-in-law, makes him food for the Holiday

On the Other Side of the Door (Rated: NR, Words: 11K)

Summary: Me [1:34 pm]: I’m holding you to that, Buck. Screws after dinner. If Dugan kidnaps you, you can tell him I’ll have to find other ways to occupy myself He set his phone back on the table and continued to work. A light knock on the door drew his attention, though he didn’t look up. If he didn’t finish writing his idea, he’d lose it forever. “I’m sorry,” he said as he wrote, frowning. He hadn’t been aware he’d unlocked the door when he’d let himself in. “But I’m not open. If you want to buy, you’ll have to go to the website or wait for normal business hours.” “I was hoping to speak to you, actually.” Or, the one where Joseph Rogers tries to walk back into Steve's life.

Light of a Clear Blue Morning (Rated: NR, Words: 9K)

Summary: “You know I don’t normally do couples therapy.” “I know,” Steve said. He looked at Bucky, who stared at the ground. They hadn’t spoken since returning from Albany. He spun the ring on his finger. His ma’s ring. Steve buried the fresh wave of guilt and grief. “But I trust you.” “What I’m going to have you do is talk to each other,” Dr. Scheinbaum said. She looked at them both. “I’m here to mediate if needed, but the work needs to be done by you. It’s up to you to decide if and how your relationship moves forward. So, my first question to you is this: do you want it to?” Or: the one where Steve runs away and is forced to deal with the consequences

***These fics are complete but the series is not.***

In pursuit of happiness (Rated: E, Words: 30K) by lockedlocke & art by @inflomora-art​

Summary: As a burnout finally catches up with Steve Rogers, he calls his best friend Bucky Barnes for support. Bucky comes over in a heartbeat, intent on helping Steve through his struggles and make him find himself again. The solution after an evening of Spaghetti and watching The Aristocats, is a road trip down to Florida with as many detours as they wish. End goal? Disney world. If there is a place in the world to make Steve feel happy again? It is the happiest place on earth. And should he find love on the way down? All the better...

What’s in a Name? (Rated: M, Words: 85K) by levi_cas_tho / @levicastho & art by maichan / @maichan808

Summary: Following the attack on the Triskelion, the Asset is left injured, confused, and without guidance. Directionless and with no superior to give it orders, it must establish its own protocols. It assigns itself a new mission: gather intel on everything and anything regarding Captain America and Hydra, stay under the radar, and survive. Simple. Except its not. ⭑ ⭑ ⍟ ⭑ ⭑ Featuring a confused and questioning Bucky Barnes who doesn’t know how to handle his newfound freedom, a pining Steve Rogers who doesn’t know how to handle feelings, and the journey of a punk and a jerk as together they rediscover themselves, each other, and what it means to be in love.

The Roommate (Rated: T, Words: 28K) by Niitza / @princessniitza & art by layersofart

Summary: In which Steven G. Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, gets a roommate. Who rapidly turns into his "roommate"—in the euphemistic sense of the word. It takes SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers an absurd amount of time to notice.

sweet pea, look at me (Rated: G, Words: 585) by marvellingyou (tourmalinex)

Summary: Steve and Bucky couldn’t be more overjoyed. Sarah Winifred Barnes was the light of their life, and nothing held a candle to her.

A Climb of Passion (Rated: M, Words: 32K) by Zenaidamacrouras1 / @zenaidamacrouras1 & art by britbrit99 (with a special art piece by @buckymilf)

Summary: Steve is a climbing gym coach, and Bucky’s physical therapist suggests climbing as a good outlet for him as he works through both physical injuries and lingering PTSD issues from his time in the service. Also, Steve REALLY WANTS TO KISS BUCKY. May contain: Excessive use of climbing gym terminology. Excessive descriptions of characters running their tongues along their lips. Excessive noticing of Bucky’s thighs. Person with PTSD just trying to get through the damn day with some dignity, ya know? Warnings for: Meddling sisters, not nearly enough mention of Alpine the cat, extremely thirsty boys exercising together. Actual warnings - Body dysmorphia (due to injury/not liking burn scars), brief physical altercation (really, very brief), discussion of PTSD due to military experience, mention of past surgeries, asthma, discussion of depression and therapy. Let me know if I missed anything that is a concern for you, it’s not my intent. Created with (the amazing) artist Britbrit99 as part of Star Spangled (Mini) Bang 2022!

we wear red so they don’t see us bleed (Rated: T, Words: 2K) by unicornpoe

Summary: Bucky sits on the hard wooden bench, back against the cold wall, and stares across the holding cell at the other man. He glares back. Blood on his chin, in his teeth, in his hair; a nasty bruise coming up over the bridge of his nose and around his puffed-up eye. Knuckles split. Sharp chin jutted out at a defiant angle. The collar of his shirt is ripped, and the garment gapes across his clavicle, showing a bruise running up the side of his neck as well. Small, Bucky thinks; all ragged edges and razor-sharp angles. But strong. And pretty. And stupid. *** Bucky and Steve spend one night in a holding cell together. They leave together, too.

Would Iron Man beat Captain America? (Rated: G, Words: 11K) by  cherryblossssom

Summary: “Tony just called me. He said Pepper and him are going to Paris for their anniversary. He asked me to look after Morgan.” Steve said, offering Bucky a beer. The brunet took it, looking up at him. “That’s cute. You gonna do it?” “Yeah, but… I may need your help.” or how our former Captain America and The Winter Soldier watch a kid for one weekend while they sort out their feelings

My Fuckbuddy is... (series) by Minka / @minka-g​

My fuckbuddy is nice to my cat, and other serious problems (that Bucky has at 1 in the morning) (Rated: M, Words: 8K)

Summary: “Hey, girl,” Steve said, crouching down low to scratch Alpine behind the ears. “How’s it going?” Alpine was a fluffy mess under Steve’s hands, rubbing and pressing and meowing like she was the one with a hard-on trapped in jeans that were already far too tight. Bucky watched with a combination of amusement and mild displeasure at being ignored.----When his frequent booty call is nice to his insufferable cat, Bucky starts to worry that his blood is rushing back up to his head.

My fuckbuddy is Captain America and other reality-shattering revelations (that keep Bucky awake at night) (Rated: NR, Words: 12K)

Summary: “Late night infomercial Cap performer?” Bucky asked in one last, ditch-all effort to force this insanity to make sense. “Documentary reenactor?” Steve didn’t look amused, so Bucky took that as a no.------When Bucky’s fuckbuddy (who is inexplicably nice to Bucky’s asshole of a cat) wants to attach strings to their relationship, a whole world of secrets trickle into the light of day. Including, but not limited to, Bucky’s love of vodka.

***These fics are complete but the series is not.***

#givecaptainamericaaboyfriend (Rated: T, Words: 1K) by neversaydie 

Summary: "You will not believe what's trending." "Is it nudes?" Bucky tries to remember the last time he lost his phone in a crowded place. It wasn't that long ago, he loses them a lot because his memory can be pretty patchy about trivial things. "Fuck, is it my nudes?" "Just look." [real Avengers fake MCU universe, Steve is very amused]

New Definitions (series) by midnighttypewriter

New Definitions (Rated: T, Words: 16K)

Summary: Steve chuckled. "Handsome and charming," he said. "Very popular with the dames." He brought his hand to the crown of Bucky's head, ran his fingers through his hair. It was still long and Bucky had never shown any interest to cut it down to his original style; Steve assumed it was here to stay just like the metal arm. He had Bucky back but the Winter Soldier was a part of the package. "Do you remember?" Bucky shrugged. He rolled his face into Steve's touch. "Some things. There're still blank spaces. I know enough to tell when the book's lying."

All the Ways I Love You (Rated: T, Words: 1K)

Summary:  5 times Steve tells Bucky he loves him (and one time Bucky tells Steve). --- In my head it takes place in the same 'verse as New Definitions but you don't have to have read that to understand what's going on.

WIP

Treading Water (Rated: M, Current Words: 151K) by sparkagrace / @sparkagrace & art by Dyslexic_Fetus / @reagy-jay

Summary: Olympic swimmer Bucky Barnes always believed that when the time came to retire, he would walk away with his medals and world records firmly in the history books and never look back. He never thought the water would leave him first.

***Part of the series Lane Lines: Lane Lines (Rated: M, Words: 132K), Lumière (Rated: M, Words: 5K), & New Traditions (Rated: M, Words: 6K)***

Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions) (Rated: E, Current Words: 22K) by dorian_burberrycanary / @burberrycanary

Summary: The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away. How’s that for some consolation on the road? A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky fix-it as part of the all-American road trip, detours included.

***Part of the series A Man Takes His Sadness Down to the River (The Consolation of Philosophy): The Same River, Twice (The Man Is Still Left with His Hands) (Rated: G, words: 4K), Still Left with the River (The Paradox of Motion) (Rated: G, Words: 14K), &  Not Language by a Map (The Grammar of Sensation) (Rated: E, Words: 20K)***

Dichotomy (Rated: E, Current Words: 7K) by papesdontsellthemselves / @turtle-steverogers 

Summary: After getting signed to SHIELD Audio Inc., The Commandos have been taking the world by storm. Industry golden boy, Bucky Barnes, is just happy to have a chance to share his music. However, his world threatens to get turned on its head when The Commandos get sent on tour with the Howlies, where Steve Rogers spreads into his life like wildfire, waiting to burn.

#Stucky #Steve and Bucky #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #fanfic #XOXOBUCKYBARNES' Stucky Fic Reading List #june reading list

[luciusgerard]

How to tell if someone is going to have the absolute worst Stranger Things takes:

If any of the things on this list apply to a user on any social media site (particularly Tumblr, Twitter, or TikTok) or a person IRL, chances are they're not worth engaging with because their opinions and theories regarding the show will be hot garbage.

This is just my opinion by the way, if you disagree you may continue on your merry way and continue having crappy opinions. That said, let's begin.

1. They stan this bitch.

Now, don't get me wrong. When I say this, I don't mean people who like Billy as a character because of what he adds to the show. I'm talking about people who have allowed themselves to become so obsessed that they make excuses for his abusive and racist actions. A place of understanding is not a place of justification. I'm also talking about the people who ship him with Steve (or anyone), believe he and Eddie would be friends, hate Max because she "insulted" their "baby," and the people who shit on Eddie and the Steddie ship as a whole because they view Eddie as some kind of carbon copy of Billy. You know who you are, and you suck.

2. They hate Robin or Lucas.

Neither of these characters have done anything wrong. I've never seen anyone justify their dislike of Robin for a non-ableist or non-homophobic reason (because they don't exist), and Lucas, one of two Black main characters in the show, gets criticised so harshly and so often compared to White characters who have done inarguably worse things. Y'all don't realise how damn quick you are to antagonise a Black boy in situations where he's behaving in entirely reasonable and rational manners, like when he was "mean to El" in season one when he's doing what the majority of people in his situation would do, meanwhile I hardly ever see people calling Mike out for being so needlessly rude to Max in season two. Case in point: If you hate on Robin or Lucas, your opinion is trash.

3. They're strongly against Byler and its shippers.

I honestly don't care whether you personally ship Byler or not, you can't deny that people who are 100% against even the idea of Byler are at least a little homophobic (well, technically you could, but you'd be wrong).

"Mike is straight!"

Has that been confirmed? Did Mike tell you that? Did the Duffer Brothers tell you that? No? Exactly. Besides, even if it were outright confirmed that Mike is only into girls, why is it so difficult for you to let people enjoy things that aren't causing you or anyone else any direct or indirect harm? God, please just make some friends.

"But Mike has only ever shown interest in girls!"

Tell me you have little to no media literacy skills without telling me you have little to no media literacy skills. Seriously, babe, that's not even remotely true. I can guarantee that if Will and/or Eddie were women, people like you would be all over the Byler ship and the Mike-having-a-crush-on-Eddie headcanon.

"Mike and El are in love, didn't you hear his monologue?"

See the first sentence of my last point and shut up.

4. They unironically refer to Will as "the gay one" or a variation of it.

This one is more specifically talking to the allocishets: Why is it that for three seasons Will Byers got to be referred to by his name like every other character, but season four comes out (no pun intended) and all of a sudden he's being reduced to his sexual orientation? Answer quickly.

Anyway, I'm done ranting. If you have anything to add, comment or reblog. Have a good day, people these points don't apply to.

#stranger things #stranger things fandom #stranger things opinions #byler #anti billy hargrove #anti harringrove #anti mungrove #steddie #robin buckley #lucas sinclair #steve harrington #eddie munson #anti mileven #will byers #mike wheeler #max mayfield

[findafight]

I've seen some people put together some headcanons for Vickie and thought I'd share some of mine!! I love her so much Vickie my beloved blorbo...

First and foremost: truckgirl Vickie truckgirl Vickie truckgirl Vickie!!!!!! She drives a burgundy 1977 GMC Sierra she fixed with her dad over summer of '84, and she loves it. It's her baby. She has probably seriously considered becoming a mechanic as a career, and she loooves getting her hands dirty.

Has definitely named her truck. Can do that cool trick on flat roads where, if you shift gears smoothly, the car will keep rolling without gas! She uses this to woo Robin!! I know it in my heart!!!

I saw a post ages ago about drag racing in Hawkins because there's nothing else to do in bumfuck nowhere and tbh I see Vickie doing that too. Maybe her and Steve have bonded over driving fast or what have you?

She can do french and Dutch braids on herself, but gets a bit mixed up when trying to do others!

Her clothing aesthetic is sort of all over the place but she loves patterns. Classic patterns like houndstooth and paisley or more modern colour block or squiggly patterns. She probably mismatches patterns but colour coordinates.

I also think she likes long heavy skirts in winter, and sundresses in summer. Jeans and trousers are good but don't have the same patterns. Probably owns a few coveralls for working on cars. I see her rocking an overall look too. Anyways point is she's cute cute cute!

Idk if I want her to have siblings or not maybe she's either an eldest or the family baby?

Listen...I would probably say this even if Amybeth wasn't in AWaE...but also. Vickie loves Anne of Green Gables. The sense of wonder and delight in everyday things really speaks to her. She's a simple small town girl, and sometimes it's complicated but sometimes it really isn't.

She knows she likes girls, but it's easier to only like boys. So even though she's had crushes on girls before she hasn't really done anything about them until she got a crush on and started getting vibes from Robin!

She thinks Robin is funny and charming. Like Robin will blurt out some sassy remark and Vickie have to stifle a giggle. Robin says goodnight to her trumpet as she puts it away and Vickie is like 😍😍

Lots of people whisper about Robin and Steve being weirdos but Vickie thinks they're cute! Yeah maybe they're incomprehensible in terms of whatever their deal is, but Vickie is entranced by this odd behaviour and wishes to know more. When stobin have silent conversations solely through eye contact and eyebrow movement at bizarre times Vickie's first thought is not "what is wrong with these freaks?" (derogatory) it is "what is wrong with these freaks?" (wants to put them in a jar)

#vickie stranger things #robin buckley #rockie #rovickie #robin x vickie #stranger things #robickie #finda's rambles #i love her!!! #literally i know its not going to happen but i WILL be upsetti if vickie isnt a car/truck girl like thats who she is to me

[in-my-feels-probably]

Matilda - Steve Harrington

Matilda

Summary: Steve has a nightmare, but not about the reason you thought. You help him through it, and are there when he needs you.

Hi! So sorry about this one. It’s been in my head and I just needed to write a little hurt/comfort for my favorite boy. Sorry, this is so self indulgent, maybe a little out of character, but I just had to. It might be a little long, sorry again. I hope you like it.

(Warnings: angst but also fluff, swearing, mentions of steve’s home life that im kinda headcanoning, mentions of abuse, let me know if i missed anything)

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Steve was a pretty heavy sleeper. He was the kind to sleep without a shirt, because he’d get hot and end up waking up in a sleepy stupor and rip it off anyways, tossing it on the floor. The kind to drool all over his pillow, sleep like a rock, and not move more than one or twice in a night. Once he found a comfortable position, which was usually curled up on his side, he was out, dead to the world for the next few hours. You secretly liked that about him. Sleeping next to him was so peaceful.

So you knew something was wrong when he began to twitch in his sleep, letting out pained whimpers.

He hadn’t had a nightmare in a while, not with you around at least. If he’d had one since before you started sleeping over, he didn’t mention it to you.

You had yet to fall asleep, just comfortable laying next to him and thinking. His sharp movements immediately pulled you out of your head, and you sat up, concerned. You watched him for a bit, thinking that maybe he was turning over.

He suddenly rolled over onto his back, his body stiff. His muscles were strained, and he was twisted in a way that didn’t look comfortable at all. His brows were furrowed, tension between them. He had brought his hands up towards his face, like he was shielding himself. You hadn’t had to wake Steve from a nightmare in a while, but when he let out another whimper, the most pitiful strained sound coming from his throat, you couldn’t let him suffer anymore.

Steve never woke easy from them. He was always startled, and a little embarrassed, trying his best to convince you he was fine. It was clear he appreciated the comfort, but he was always a bit cagey for a while, before he settled back down, and was comfortable with you touching him again.

Waking him this time was even more of a challenge.

You slowly reached your hand out to rest on his hip, lightly grazing your fingertips across his skin. He didn’t react, still twitching, like he was in pain. His hands were still guarding his face. You were going to have to try harder.

“Steve,” you murmured, running your thumb across his hipbone as softly as you could. “Baby, please wake up.”

You had to coax him gently, dreading the inevitable look of fear on his face he always had after. The kind reserved for the Upside Down, or when he thought he was going to lose someone important. Someone like you.

He began to fight you, his body leaning away from your touch. You reached your free hand up to hold his arm, trying to pull it from his face. He was resisting, getting louder.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.” You let your palm rest on his cheek, sweeping your thumb across his face. Tears had begun to roll down his cheeks, and you were getting desperate.

“Steve, please!”

He woke with a start, hiking himself up onto his elbows with a gasp, a hand coming up to clutch his chest. He immediately reached a hand out into the dark, feeling for you. You fumbled for the light, switching the lamp on, sending a dim light across the two of you. He flinched at the movement, and you fought the urge to burst into tears at the sight of it.

“I’m right here.”

He looked at you with a sharp turn of his head, still gasping for breath. He reached a shaky hand for yours, and you turned your palm over to him, letting him take it at his pace.

That was a good sign at least. It normally took him a while to let you touch him, despite you always wanting to immediately take him into your arms, swearing to him that you’d protect him, promising him that he was ok. But you knew that would overwhelm him, and that he’d push you away. It took him months into your relationship to even let you see him like this, not wanting to let the walls down around you.

You were grateful to him this time for being the one to reach out to you, caressing the back of his hand with your thumb. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

He took a moment to take a few deep breaths, trying to get his shaking under control. He brought your joined hands to his chest, letting them rest over his heart. He looked at you with a disappointed sigh, like he couldn’t believe he’d had a nightmare again. He cast his eyes away from you.

“Sorry.”

You quickly shook your head, turning your body to him. “Don’t apologize, Steve. Nothing to be sorry for, I promise.”

He gave a half hearted nod, but you knew he wasn’t believing your words. You gave him another minute to gather himself, before giving his hand a squeeze.

“Can I touch you?”

His eyes were soft, glossy. His bottom lip trembled.

“Please.”

Your heart broke at his words, and you immediately cupped his face, cradling his head in your hands. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. He sat up off his elbows, letting his hands rest on the tops of your thighs. You wiped away the stray tears, holding your boy.

“Do you want to talk about it? It’s ok if you don’t.”

He considered it a moment. “I just…I thought they were gonna get me. And take me away from you. God, it’s pathetic, but I was so scared. When am I ever gonna get away from them?”

Your mind immediately flashed to the Upside Down, and all the horrible creatures in it, all of the living nightmares Steve has had to endure.

“That’s not pathetic, baby, not at all. It’s a scary place, with literal monsters–”

“No, that’s not what it was about,” he murmurs.

You give him a confused look, grabbing his hands in yours, resting them in his lap. “What do you mean?”

“You’re gonna laugh, it’s so fucking stupid–”

“Stop it. It’s not stupid if it scared you that bad. You know you can tell me anything, Steve, what is it?”

His eyes left yours again, suddenly finding interest in his lap. He scoffed, berating himself internally for getting so worked up, and for worrying you in the middle of the night. You cupped a finger under his chin, tilting his head up so he could look you in the eye. You gave him a look so warm, that everything started spilling out.

“It was my parents.”

You were confused, not understanding how he could’ve gotten so scared over them in his dream. His parents were hardly ever around, always conveniently on some sort of trip, leaving Steve home alone. He hadn’t seen them in months. You’d heard some stories, and it was safe to say you were not a fan, but he hardly ever talks about them, so you didn’t know much. You nodded for him to continue.

“I had woken up, and you weren’t there. And they just came barging in the door, yelling all this shit about how you left because I’m not good enough.”

Your heart broke at his words.

“My dad, he was in my face, screaming all these insults at me, and I couldn’t find you. I tried to get up and leave, but…they wouldn’t let me.”

His voice was thick, and it caught in his throat as he spoke. You clenched your jaw, trying not to show any visible anger, but you were seething. It took him a while to speak again, but the shaking had stopped and he was letting you keep touching him.

“I know I’ve mentioned some of this before but, my mom, she used to smack me around a little. Nothing too bad, she’d just get really angry at me about school, or some bullshit about me not meeting expectations, and she’d lose her temper.”

He cleared his throat, letting go of your hands, pulling his knees into his chest, wrapping around himself..

“My dad was the real kicker, though. He never hit me once, not even as a kid. But, God, he could rip into me like no one else. He’s such a fucking asshole.”

A tear slipped down your cheek listening to him, and your shoulders slumped low.

“Baby…”

He wiped it away with his thumb quickly. “It’s fine, love. I’m fine.”

“That’s not fine, Steve,” you shook your head, letting your hand rest over the one cupping your cheek. “Not at all.”

He sighed, a deep and tired sigh. “I don’t really want to talk about it, if that’s ok. Another day, I promise. But not today, please.”

You quickly nodded. “Of course, whatever you need. Whenever you want.”

He gave a relieved sigh, and a weak smile that didn’t meet his eyes. He still wasn’t ok, and he certainly hadn’t said all he wanted to, but he was running out of courage. You had to help.

“Do you want to tell me more about the dream? Or, we could lay back down together, maybe?”

He rubbed a hand down his face, quickly scanning yours to make sure you didn’t look tired. He didn’t want to keep you up, but he felt like he needed to get more off his chest, make sure you understood him.

“I honestly don’t even remember much of what they were saying. I was more worried about finding you. I was so scared that you left, and that…I don’t know, that they were gonna get me? That sounds so stupid–”

“It doesn’t. I promise it doesn’t. And I promise that you have nothing to worry about, I will never leave you. Never. Not until you ask me to, and even then, I’ll need some convincing.”

He let out the smallest of laughs, and it was like the sun. The most beautiful sound to grace your ears, coming from your beautiful boy.

He intertwined your fingers with his again, pressing a kiss to them. “I can’t believe I had a nightmare. I can’t remember the last time I even had one with you with me.”

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I know, love, I’m sorry. I know they’re shitty.”

His brows furrowed, and you knew what he was going to say before the words could even come out. You cut him off.

“Don’t you dare say, ‘I’m sorry for waking you up,’ or any version of sorry, because one, I was already awake, two, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, and three, it’s not your fault. And you know I like making you feel better. Really, I should be saying thank you to you, I mean this has just been a blast–”

“Alright, alright! You can stop rambling now, I get it,” he laughed, leaning in and letting his forehead rest against yours.

“You know,” you started, ruffling his hair. “I’d never let anything get you. Not on my watch. But, I think the bad dreams will stay away if you believe that, and I think I have the perfect solution.”

He hummed. “What is it, then, pretty girl?”

“Let me hold you. Nothing’s gonna get you for sure if I’m holding you. Even in your dreams.”

Steve felt his heart crumble at your words, fresh tears brewing and threatening to spill. He swallowed the emotion down, wanting to be close to you again.

“Can I hug you now?”

You hummed, nodding. “Come here, pretty boy.”

He melted into you, collapsing into your chest, trying to mold his body to yours, holding you tight enough that you were practically the same body. You fell back into the pillows, taking him with you. He settled his face into the crook of your neck, keeping his arms tight around your waist. You kept one arm wrapped secure around his back, the other resting on his shoulder as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Neither of you could find any words to speak at the moment, too overwhelmed with each other, and you laid together in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Steve lifted his head once to press his lips to your shoulder, before melting back into you. You couldn’t have been more in love.

You finally broke the silence.

“...You can let it go, you know. You can let it go, Steve.”

“What?”

“You can let it go,” you reassured. “All of it. Your parents, past relationships, high school.”

You felt him hold his breath. You continued.

“All that guilt I know you carry, and the shame that you most certainly don't deserve to feel. You can let it go. You don’t have to be sorry for doing what’s right for you. You don’t have to be sorry for who you were, or who you are now, because I am completely and totally in love with you either way.”

You could feel him clutch you tighter, and fresh tears hit your neck, but he didn’t stop you, and you just pulled him closer to your chest.

“You’re home. I don’t care where you are, or who you are, or what you do, you’ll always have a home with me. And you are so loved, sweet boy. So loved. So many people care about you. God, you should hear how those kids gush about you. They light up around you. They think you’re the coolest person they’ve ever met.”

Steve let out a wet laugh, muffled into your chest. Tears were flowing freely from both of you.

“I love seeing you with them. You’re gonna be such a good dad one day, if that’s what you want. God knows you’ve had enough practice, I think you could handle it. And I’m gonna marry you, if you’ll have me. We’ll start our own family, be our own home. We can be whoever we want to be.”

He was really crying now, smiling into your neck.

“All you’ve got to do is let it go, love. You don’t have to be sorry. We’re all here for you no matter what, I hope you know that. I’m here, always.”

You let him go for a second to wipe away your tears, and he took it as an opportunity to push himself on his elbows, hovering above you. You giggled at his tear stained face, wiping away his tears too. He caught your wrist, pressing a kiss to your palm. He watched you with starry eyes, absolutely in awe of you.

“I am so in love with you it hurts.”

You smiled, a big genuine smile, and he matched yours.

“Of course I’m gonna marry you. And I’m gonna have a family with you. And I’m gonna love the shit out of you. And I’m gonna try every day to be worth even an ounce of what you deserve.”

You shook your head. “You already are. More than enough.”

He looked unsure, and you grabbed his face, looking him in the eyes. “Listen to me. Fuck your parents. Fuck them for ever making you feel any different. You’re more than enough for me, and I love you. I love you, Steve.”

He scoffed at you, shaking his head, like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“I love you, baby. More than anything.”

He laid back down, head resting on your chest, and you were in complete bliss. A bliss that he interrupted.

“I can’t believe you just made me bawl in the middle of the night. That’s criminal.”

You stifled a laugh, hushing him. “Shut it, Harrington. Just let me hold you. Get some sleep, love.”

You felt him nod, and relax into you. You pulled the covers up around you both, nuzzling into him as you waited for his breathing to slow, and his body to relax, going into that deep sleep you knew and loved.

You also knew that you were going to wake up with drool on you in the morning, and you tried not to laugh again, shaking your head as you got comfortable with Steve, drifting off yourself.

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A/N - Hi! Currently working on requests right now for both Stranger Things and the Marauders era, but I just had to write this. I hope you liked it.

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Speak Now (Steve Rogers x reader)

Summary: Bucky objected to your wedding. It's not that he's in love with you, but he makes it clear that he wouldn't tolerate watching you marry another man when he knows you love someone else. And he also makes it clear that he wouldn't tolerate Steve crying all night if you say yes. And for you, who had known Steve even before the serum, you didn't think he could get any smaller.

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 When you were six years old, Bucky punched the face of the boy who was bothering you. He was an idiot, he kept bragging that after the war his father was at least alive. Your father didn't make it, but you were proud of him. You knew he had done everything he could.

 "He is a big idiot" spat the angry brunet, standing quite a bit taller compared to those in his classroom. 

 "Thanks, James" you muttered shaking your head as you tuck your arms behind your back.

 "You're welcome, braids" you frowned your brow, unsure if it was an insult or not. "Don't listen to this stupid guy." you nodded.

 "You have to be proud of your dad, he's been a hero" behind Bucky, a small blond boy was blushing just talking. You smiled at his words.

 "Thank you."

 "His dad died in the war too" Bucky pointed to that new friend he had made, who often sent him to do his homework because it looked stupid to him and because Steve did it. 

 "But I didn't meet him" clarified this one quickly "And he wasn't a hero. He was a jerk" you shook your head with a grimace, letting your reddish-brown hair move to the side.

 "A lot of men are, my sister says" you muttered shaking your head, somewhat obviously and with a grimace. "I think she's right."

 "I mean, she is right" nodded Steve with a grimace.

 "Anyway, my mom died too" Bucky shrugged "So, what's your name?" he asked you. "I'm James, he's Steve."

 And you all had inadvertently created a dead parents club.

 ... 

 At the age of eight, you understood why Bucky always spoke for Steve: and now he was speaking for you too. He would ride up front and you and Steve would stay to the side. 

 Bucky was really messed with a boy, but neither you nor Steve were going to intervene with that.

 "Here," Steve held out a flower that he had bent down from picking up off the ground.

 "Steve, stop giving me flowers" you complained blushing. The blond blushed too, but you turned so he could place it behind your ear.

 "Sorry, it's the last one" he promised but you both knew it wouldn't be. And even Bucky who had already turned in their direction and was looking at them with a grimace of displeasure.

 "Can we go? I really want to snack on Miss Rogers' food," he spoke.

 "Yes, yes," nodded Steve quickly. Bucky nodded and stood between the middle of you two, wrapping his arms around both shoulders. "I guess we'll be friends forever."

 "That's a long time" your blurted out looking at Bucky.

 "That's the point" he spoke obvious.

 ... 

 At ten, you had your hands on your head. "What's wrong with you?" asked Bucky walking to your side. Usually, it was the other way around, but since Bucky's father had died, your mother and Steve's mother who had become friends, seemed to take turns taking care of Bucky; sometimes he slept at your house, sometimes at Steve's.

 "My head hurts."

 "I'm sure from thinking about Steve so much."

 You banged your head annoyed at always doing the same thing "You're so annoying, Barnes" you shouted. "You're always annoying with the same thing!"

 "You both just want to make out and have lots of babies" you shrieked loudly and your mother came in blaming you.

 "James is annoying me!" and when you realized it, the stupid one was becoming more of a brother to you than a biological one ever could. 

 ... 

 You were sitting in the doorway of Steve's house with twelve. You had your hands on your face and turned your face as you watched someone open the door. Sarah looked at you lovingly and was surprised "Oh honey, what are you doing here?" she asked. "Did you call Steve? He was taking a bath, maybe he didn't hear."

 "No, I didn't call him" you sighed "Can I come in?" you pointed and saw the bag she was carrying, possibly going to the grocery store. 

 "Sure, he must be in his room" you smiled at her and shamelessly walked into the house to run towards the stairs. You slowed down once you saw Steve's room slightly open, and could hear his music. He loved music, and you loved his music. 

 You poked your head out the door and watched him fold his clothes; it was cute. 

 "Hey" he turned and saw you. He instantly made a smile. "Excuse me," you said as you walked in, without asking. 

 "Are you okay?" you weren't, that's why you were there. You shook your head as you took a small hop on Steve's bed, dropping your body. 

 "Bucky is really annoying. I didn't want to be with him at home anymore."

 "I think you're exaggerating." 

 "He's really rude since mom let him invite his new friends over."

 "He just annoys you."

 "And I resent him and his stupid friends, They really are stupid. Can I stay here?"

 He nodded quickly "You know you always can. But I don't think he wants to hurt you or anything."

 You shrugged and offered help, but he refused and you just looked at him "One of the things I like most about you is that you're not mean."

 "You really seem to hate Bucky."

 "Since he started calling my mom his mom too, she's very happy and doesn't grumble at him. I'm always the one with the problem" 

 "Sometimes Bucky takes care of you and you just protest" you looked at him indignantly "I'm not defending him" he clarified quickly. 

 "It's okay, Stevie" you both exchanged a smile "Shall we play a game?"

 ... 

 Bucky really was the annoying brother, but he was always there, it was true.

 "And you could be less stupid!" at sixteen you thought it was smart to yell at a muscle-bound giant after bullying Steve. You weren't Bucky, but you had begun to have a pretty similar character.

 You knew that if the kid turned around, you were going to be screwed. And he did turn around.

 You opened your eyes and looked sideways at Steve, who looked at you "We don't want to fight" he clarified coming closer, but earning himself a beating. 

 "You asshole!" when you saw him raise a hand towards you, you also saw him fall backward. Bucky had grabbed him by the hair and pushed him backward.

 "Don't touch my little sister, or my friend" Bucky's voice.

 ... 

 You had watched Steve get beaten up all your teenage years, and it pained your stomach for you to see that and not be able to help him. But you knew nothing hurt him more than watching his mother die when you were eighteen. 

 You ran to his house before Bucky could even find out. You ran to him and you didn't even knock on the door, you just heard his crying. You walked to his room and opened the door, only this time he wasn't waiting with music or a smile, no. He was on the floor, clutching his body in pain.

 "Shit, shit" you mumbled as your body shook, and tears came out of you too. You knew Sarah Rogers, you knew her story. She had been a fighter woman, it had never even crossed your mind that she was going to die. You practically ran into Steve's arms and forcibly embraced him, wrapping your arms around his weak body that for the first time, truly reflected what he looked like.

 You used to say that his body was too small cause he didn't reflect the good man he was inside because it never brought out the best in him. Now, his small body only seemed to reflect his pain. "I'm so sorry, Stevie" you murmured running your hands over and rubbing his back "It's not fair, shit, it's not" you tearfully denied and hid your head in his neck. You felt his weak arms around you, and his crying had never hurt you more.

 "I lost everything" his words echoed in every part of your body and you pulled away, also in tears and denying. 

 "No, Stevie, you have me. You have me, Bucky. And me you're never going to lose, not even if you want to."

 And the door behind us opened loudly, we both turned to Bucky who was almost seedy. "The world sucks" he spat with tears in his eyes too.

 He advanced to you and as he always used to do, he hugged you both by the shoulders and attached him. "Steve, you're going to get through this. I'm going to help you" James let the three foreheads collide. And usually, you used to be called whore for being with two men all day, now, everyone knew how important you could be even to wimpy Rogers, who had already proven he would fight for you.

 ...

 A year later, Bucky enlisted for the war. Steve wanted it too, and you were just a nurse.

 "You're crazy" you spoke as you had Steve sitting in front of you, shirtless and vulnerable. Yes, he was crazy but he was crazy for you too. The only thing that kept him from losing his mind about not being chosen for the army was because you were always the nurse attending him for tryouts, wearing that beautiful outfit. "Please, Steve, stop it" you begged to look at him.

 "Your hair looks nice" he nodded.

 "I didn't do anything to it."

 "Yes, a bun" you gave him a dirty look and he just gave you a shy smile. 

 "You keep hurting yourself with this, you know that" you spoke. An officer walked in and you had never felt so nauseous as when the military man told him he had been accepted. You didn't believe it, and neither did he. 

 That he had to leave for boot camp tomorrow? 

 "I did" Steve's voice echoed and you raised your teary eyes at him. "I made it!" all you did, was grab his t-shirt and throw it at him. "Hey" his confused voice followed you as he walked out of there "Wait, wait" he grabbed your arm and you turned to look at him. "Could you get happy for me?" he asked confused.

 "You're going to go to war! You want me to get happy about it?!" your shout echoed in the empty hallway to where both were.

 "It's what I wanted."

 "Well, I didn't want you to die!"

 Your face transformed and saw a pain that you didn't understand "I knew you thought I can't do it"

 "Are you kidding?"

 "Yes, because of course, Bucky clearly could. He's big and shit, but me" he pointed out hurt "I'm not going to be able to do it, that's what you think. James is a hero for going to war and I give shame for going."

 "You're an idiot, Steve. That's what you are. Always thinking you can take on the world but you don't even look at it. I don't want to lose you too!" you wiped away an annoying tear "After years of being the only one who always pulled you through, you think I think you can't do anything. I always believed in you!" you reproached him for the words. "But go, go save the world and die like all our fathers. Go!" you walked out of there clomping your shoes, annoyed.

 And that night, the door of your house rang. Your mother called out to you and you came downstairs, clearly in a bad way. You were hurt about Steve and you couldn't even complain to Bucky because he wasn't there. You knew he was around but not in the house and you hadn't seen him, just his stuff and your mother's words. She said he had left with Steve, and you knew you hadn't been invited.

 You saw Bucky standing there in his uniform, hands in his pocket.

 "Hey" serious you stood in front of him "With Steve, we're going to a presentation, are you coming?"

 "I thought it was a soldier's outing?"

 "Steve already told me you're mad about that."

 "Yes, I am. I'm glad he knows."

 "You're going to let him leave knowing you're bitter?" you gritted your teeth just imagining losing Steve. Bucky had fought all his life, but you knew Steve was betting faith alone. 

 "I'm going to get ready," you muttered.

 And the next day, you watched the two of them leave. You saw how Steve had made a new friend. And when Bucky said goodbye to you, Steve approached you somewhat guardedly.

 "I don't want you to hate me" you rounded your eyes with tears you had already given for Bucky too.

 "You're the biggest jerk of anyone I've ever faced, but you're the only one I love" every fraction of Steve's face contracted and he saw you. You nodded. "You're the best man in the world, and letting you go to war is losing you too."

 "You're not going to lose me" HE WAS STUPID WITH WOMEN. HE WAS A FOOL.

 "Then come home soon and I'll believe you."

 "I love you" the words hit your chest and he kissed your cheek. You smiled with your eyes crystallized and watched him walk towards Bucky. 

 "Don't do anything stupid until we get back!" shouted Bucky and you laughed with tears, looking at both of them.

 "How could I? You guys are taking all the stupid with you both."

 A month later, without knowing anything about them, someone knocked on your door, you walked sleepily because you had been working late. 

 You opened it, saw a sturdy figure in the dark, and were frightened, only when you looked into his eyes. You blinked twice and hugged him, but you had to jump to hug him by the neck. It was weird, but your feet were dangling and tears were coming out.

 "Until I finally know something about one of you" you mumbled through tears, but you were so hidden in Steve's neck and letting those new arms wrap around your body. A sob came out "Please tell me you came back to stay" you asked, and it was all you wanted.

 "Bucky and I aren't on the same base" he murmured, still holding you. You pushed yourself away from his chest and he helped to deposit you. You pulled away confused and looked him up and down. "I changed" his cheeks flushed and you could tell by the faint porch light.

 You grimaced even more "What stupid thing did you do?" 

 "A very big one" he mumbled nodding, but it didn't look bad. You brought his hands up to his face and stroked his cheek, returning to his eyes. "Can I talk to you?" you watched as he held his bag at his feet, and you guessed he had left it to hug you. You nodded and let him in, letting him know that your mother was asleep but would love to see him again.

 He set his things down on the kitchen floor and you just went to heat water "I thought you were going to yell at me more for showing up in this state."

 You turned to look at him, now in a better light. His body had completely changed and he was three times bigger. "Possibly I will when you tell me what you've done and how you've had your body like this, but right now I just keep seeing the same old idiot."

 "That's good, I think" he spoke somewhat amused, and you smiled because he might be four times bigger and have muscles, but he was the same old Steve; withdrawn, bashful and cautious.

 "I missed you so much" you confessed denying incredulously. "And now you show up like this, at a great size, and expect me to yell at you."

 "I always expect my girl to yell at me" he teased and you had to smile involuntarily. The whistling kettle made you turn it off to pour the two cups of tea. So you sat down.

 You were annoyed when he told you what he had agreed to, but you were even more annoyed to know that he wasn't telling you the worst parts so as not to upset you. 

 "I really do feel good like this, I think... I've been given a chance."

 "You definitely took all the stupidity, do you think you need a great body to show everyone that you're Steve Rogers?"

 "I always needed it, be honest. People saw me.... like shit."

 "Not those of us who love you, Steve."

 "By the same token, Bucky still hasn't seen me. He was sent into battle, he hasn't returned his group yet." you bit your lip and lowered your head. You hated the idea of even having to clear out Bucky's bedroom just because he wasn't coming back. But you always hoped so. It was the least you could do. 

 "So... What about you?" the question left your lips and you saw the look on his face.

 "Tomorrow morning I'm being sent into battle" the vomit stopped in your throat and you had to get up quickly. The way he let it out, really expected a bad reaction. You gasped with some discomfort and took a step back. "I wanted to say goodbye in case" he muttered.

 You nodded wryly "Come and break me even more Steve" you muttered and he got up.

 "I'm not going to kill myself, it's just a possibility. And I wouldn't forgive myself, nor would I rest in peace knowing I didn't say goodbye to you."

 And with fury, you slammed your palm into him. You saw his face, rather than pain, it was a surprise. "You're an idiot!" you shouted with the slightest intention of making it so loud as not to wake your mother. "You're a piece of shit, Steve" he mumbled your name, but you denied it with tears "I thought you were going to stay here. I thought you were going to choose me!"

 His face transformed "I choose you. I always did. And when this is over, we can all three of us go back to -" you interrupted him, punching him in the chest again.

 "No you piece of an idiot, no! Not the three of us!" you swallowed your words and realized what you were doing. He had already chosen that and you were just going to look like an idiot saying what you felt "You've already chosen that" you mumbled swallowing and nodded, bringing your hand to your head. "But you came to say goodbye and now you are telling me that when you come back. What about me, do I sit around waiting for you or Bucky to show up?"

 "Or you can start making your life on the outside of us" Steve's words caused you to bring to curl your face which was completely in tears. "No please" you felt his voice crack "You deserve the whole world, you deserve a man who will turn the world around for you. You're going to find him only if you let your stupid friends go a little until they come back. You deserve the best."

 And what that day didn't hurt, hurt all night as you slept in his arms, on the couch, after he comforted you. And you never thought those muscular arms could be so warm. If only he would stay...

 ---

 It took you eight months to say yes to the man. Eight months where letters with Steve and Bucky were as infrequent as the news. Things weren't better, but they weren't bad, they just weren't there and you had never felt so empty.

 And you had definitely done the stupidest thing, which was to get engaged. And as if that wasn't stupid enough, you sent the wedding invitations to both of them by letter, but at this point, that was all you wanted; them to come back.

 Maybe that would get them back, maybe it would make Steve bang his head against the wall and realize he should have stayed and not left in that shitty world alone.

 Your bedroom door rattled and you let yourself in, waiting for your mother to put down that dress she'd gone to get while you were getting ready. It was tomorrow, a small wedding in which your maid of honor was nothing more than your co-worker who you got along with because it was never really your forte to socialize with anyone.

 You let it pass and the lipstick you had on your hand fell off when, through the mirror, you saw Bucky and Steve walk by as if they were those two little boys sneaking out to get your attention.

 You turned and put your hands to your mouth, choking back the scream with tears. They both smiled, but there was something about their smile that hurt. "You two came" Steve's eyes crystallized as he looked at you, only it wasn't for the same thing you thought.

 "Impossible to miss your wedding, little sis" Bucky murmured and you stood up, jumping on him letting him hug and lift you. "Shit, we left you alone for a while" he joked and put down.

 You looked at Steve and smiled at him, he did too after wiping away a tear that had fallen "You're doing it" he murmured "You moved forward" you let out a little cry and jumped into his arms. You sank your head on his shoulder and missed the look Steve gave Bucky, for the first time confessing to him what the dark-haired man had always known.

 Bucky sighed and denied, stunned at his friend's sudden confession he thought he would never make. It wasn't fair for him or you to make it at that moment, and Steve understood that from the look on his face. He closed his eyes and

 made a pained smile, but enjoyed the scent on him.

 You walked away and looked at them, proud and happy for them. "How are you both doing?" they both nodded, but didn't answer; Bucky was processing the pain Steve was in, and Steve was processing his pain.

 That day was spent together with the three of them. You told them everything you could, and they just listened as if they didn't have things to say. But you mattered, they had always made space for you before. You told them about your fiancé above conversation, but you emphasized the wedding: not with whom, you just told them what it meant to put it together.

 "You're happier about the wedding than you are about getting married" Bucky's words made you take your gaze off Steve, who only smiled slightly as he looked at you. You both made eye contact.

 "Well, that's it. Don't you think?" your mother distorted the conversation, who began to shout and celebrate at having you both; she admired and gibbered at Bucky, she was proud and encouraging of Steve, saying how proud she was of him.

 They had both confessed that they were just coming to the wedding, to be with me after the invitation. You were disappointed and let them know it. "But you can stay longer."

 "What are you going to need us for now that you're already going to be someone's wife?" Steve spoke as he fiddled his fingers between the table. He looked up and smiled at you again. 

 "For everything" you mumbled in response.

 "Well" Bucky slapped his hands together as he looked at both of you. "Are we going to celebrate or are we going to do that cumbersome presentation with someone we don't know?"

 "We're going to party" you muttered.

 And really the stupidest thing you had done was invite them because there was something on both of their faces that let you know they didn't want to be there, especially Steve's face. They were there for you, not because they wanted to be, but because they would always be there for you.

 And that wanted you to die because everything you had planned had gone down the drain when you had Bucky's look of pity and Steve who looked like he hated that he had come. 

 "Looks like someone forced both to come" you caught the attention of both of them who were silent, looking at you "Or is there something you want to tell me?"

 "Just processing the fact that you're getting married" Bucky spoke and Steve nodded without raising his head.

 "Yeah, it's been a long few days. We're just processing it" you laid your hands on the table and felt Steve's gaze accompany the ring. "It's pretty"

 I wrinkled my nose "I saw it a little big, but it's nice." 

 That night, one way or another, you ended up alone on the porch with Steve. You were both looking out at the dark street and you were hugging your knees.

 "Are you happy?" you asked and he looked at you, just as he had been doing for the last twenty minutes. "At war."

 He shrugged "It's what I got, it feels productive."

 You laughed incredulously as if you were hurt by the answer "I told you, Stevie"

 He shrugged "I'm fine, really." there was another silence "What about you, are you happy?"

 I don't know if that's exactly the most naïve question to ask the bride who is about to get married in a few hours, who was heartbroken over something she'd never admitted to. "Yes, I mean, I'm getting married. It's exciting... "

 "Put some emotion into it, then," Steve's words were cold.

 "It's just... it's just still hard to believe."

 "Not for me. It's really only part of what you deserve. You deserve to be put on a pedestal, put in a better place, and shown every day what you're worth. That's the marriage you choose. And I'm happy for you. I loved being all this way with you."

 Your eyes crystallized again as you looked at him "Why are you talking like it's over?"

 Both gazes collided and he smiled with a certain obviousness "Because what we had is over, now a new stage begins for you, and it means there's Bucky and I left in there. But that's okay, because we'll always be inside your life like fleas. Only... now we have to accept that we won't be the first men you're going to choose."

 You denied "It will always be you first."

 "Wait until you have kids and they run to greet the war uncles" he joked but didn't laugh.

 Neither did you.

 And all you wanted to do was ask Steve to play a song and dance with you. But you remembered that tomorrow you were going to dance with another man. And you really weren't going to play with your own heart like that. It would be stupid. Really stupid if you did that.

 But you looked at him, and he looked at you "Can you dance with me?" and he had never said no to you before, so he stood up and let you lay your head on his chest. And in the dark, you didn't let him see the tear that fell down your cheek.

 Too bad you didn't see his either.

 ...

 The white dress dragged on the floor of a church you never went to because it wasn't in your town. You weren't in Brooklyn where you had grown up, no. And soon you were going to move out of there because you were walking down the aisle.

 The walk was supposed to be looking at the groom, but you could only look at your mother, who was looking at Bucky, who was looking at Steve, who was looking at you. You smiled, all three of you made a grimace that was nowhere near a smile.

 Now, unbeknownst to you, four people were thinking that was a bad idea. Including you. You shook your head at the boy and closed your eyes for a second, taking a breath of air: he was going to stay, and those on the bench were going to leave. Some had already made other decisions. And you looked at Steve from just thinking that but you averted your eyes again.

 Steve had his gaze up, and he had settled into the soldier's stance with superiority, and so did Bucky as well.

 The piano stopped playing but to you, the keys were still vibrating, and it was no longer fun or exciting.

The dress had stopped being pretty and you began to get annoyed with the maid of honor who had even spoken. 

You were annoyed by the pink color of the bouquet in your hand and almost dropped it on the floor. 

Your shoes hurt and they weren't comfortable either, but they were at one point.

 "She's wearing your necklace" Bucky muttered in Steve's ear, who turned his head away. His friend hadn't told him about it, he couldn't do it or hurt himself at the wedding when he was doing it from just looking at you. "A necklace you gave ger ten years ago."

 "Shut up" the words came out in a whisper violently, but you weren't even listening because no one but them could. Or so they thought as your mother was feeling her heart skip a beat hearing what she had always known.

 "Steve, I know it's late but shit, I think this is your last chance" the stares were on you, where your palm was caressed as the priest spoke.

 "There's no chance"

 "Yes, there is" the woman muttered feeling like shit for doing that to her daughter. Both boys were silent, still. "Come on, Steve" it sounded like a plea in a whisper and Steve looked all around, hoping no one was listening.

 "She's getting married, please," he begs in a whisper.

 "Speak now" Bucky squeezed his arm, still sitting in line.

 The preacher took his gaze from you "Speak now or forever hold your peace."

 Silence punctured the stomach of the four of you and you didn't even turn to look because you know it was something that wouldn't happen. A chair ended the silence and you turned, your eyes widened as Bucky stood up slapping his hands between his thighs. Steve looked at him with even wider eyes, and the way he grabbed his friend by the arm, you had to drop the bouquet of roses knowing what it was.

 "Don't get me wrong, I'm not the kind of man who interrupts a wedding like that" Bucky asked permission from two women who were too stunned to move. He walked by just the same and looked at you. He denied it as if it was external to what he could do. You looked at your mother who was standing, Steve was too. "I'm not in love with you, it would be weird, you're my sister" why the fuck was he giving a speech?

 "Bucky, come here" Steve's voice shook and he earned everyone's stare, letting his cheeks turn red.

 "I'm not in love with you" Bucky repeated pointing to you in the middle of the aisle and making eye contact with you as if it was for you he had to say "and it's not my place to do this, I know it, you know it. But I can't tolerate watching you waste your life looking at Steve from afar, and I wouldn't tolerate Steve crying all night if you said yes either."

 Everyone looked at Steve, everyone really. He just looked at you, like he was fucking sorry. You took a deep breath and looked at him, but he ended the contact as he lowered his gaze in denial and walked past the people, walking quickly after Bucky who had left rather quickly.

 There was silence and their gazes settled on you. "I'm sorry. I... it's the men I grew up with" you truly don't know how you dared to look into the stunned eyes of the boy next to you "I'm so sorry, but something's not right" was all you muttered to pull off your ring and drop it, running quickly down the hallway.

 Steve was annoyed, yelling at Bucky at the church entrance. But when the wooden door opened, they both turned around stunned. "I'm sorry" Steve muttered as if he had to apologize, but you'd already had enough shit for one day so all you did was move towards him pulling your dress uncomfortably, intending to pull the top off, and pounced on Steve's lips.

 Steve didn't react, but he didn't pull his lips over yours. Bucky had to yell with his arms up, for Steve to bring his hands to your hips and kiss you back. "Into the car before the church botherers come out!" yelled Bucky pointing to the car in front, and by the time you realized it, there were the three of them running. Steve shoved you into the back seat and jumped in with you, while Bucky started up before Steve could close the door.

 A silence ensued "In the movies, they don't specify what you do after that moment" muttered Bucky.

 "You're a fucking idiot!" you shouted towards Steve and Bucky quickly braked the car, turning towards the seat.

 "What?" they both looked at you, confused.

 Your eyes crystallized"I told you several times and you waited until the day of my life!"

 "You told him?" Bucky yelled looking at Steve.

 "You didn't tell me anything!" justified Steve.

 Your eyes crystallized "I told you when I asked you to choose me, to stay with me! When I told you we didn't want to be the three of us, it was because I was talking about the two of us!"

 Bucky knelt on the seat looking at Steve who seemed to have grasped the situation too late "Yes you are an idiot!" he shouted back annoyed "Twenty years without taking a hint, she tells you straight up and you go to war!"

 "I-I" Steve stammered but you had already returned to kiss his lips effusively. This one was quick to take you and attach yourself to him.

 "Well, I'll be the driver and take you to the safest place where no one is supposed to go and rip each other's heads off."

 "I'm sorry" you turned your head towards Steve, who every time he seemed to remember the last few minutes got red. "Shit, I'm sorry" he stammered "You didn't have to, it wasn't the best time. You deserved a good man, I didn't have the right to any of that"

 "Steve, shut up better" spoke Bucky.

 "Steve, really...I think that was the best thing you've ever done" you muttered somewhat amused and he took a breath.

 "Now, instead of saying any quality of what she deserves, strive to be the one who fulfills all that" Bucky interjected and parked the car. He pointed to Steve's old house "Out of the car, I'll come to visit."

 Steve opened the door and lowered his head as you got out, you could see him still a little uncomfortable. Well so were you.

 He took a few seconds to rummage for the keys under his door and you tried to ignore the "congratulations" of the people walking past you with a smile as if you two had just gotten married. Steve had the same face, with a grimace trying not to give away that he had interrupted the wedding.

 You walked in when he let you through first and pushed every top fabric your long dress had, it was a shame because it was pretty after all.

 You coughed towards the dust that was in the house in general, which hadn't been cleaned possibly since Steve had left. You turned to him, in the suit that was closer to wartime than anything else.

 You nodded when you saw his blue eyes.

 "I love you, Steve, I love you as a friend, but as more of a friend. I didn't want all three, I wanted both. I wanted you, I wanted you to choose me before you left. I didn't think you weren't capable of it, I just wanted you not to."

 "I didn't understand," he confessed apologetically and shrugged.

You walked over to him and stood in front. You wiped his lip that had your lipstick on it from the first kiss you had given each other outside the church. He just looked at you "I even had the nerve to stand up myself."

 "Because you're not that kind of man, but... it's valid, we have Bucky for a reason" he smiled slightly and you brought your hand to his cheek. You stroked with your thumb, he tilted down his head.

 "You were going to get married, you deserved it."

 "What doesn't happen also happens for a reason" he hugged you as if having you was his priority. He hugged you, kissed you and you even had to be explicit to make him take you to bed; that bed you had laid in so many times as children innocently, where you played or just complained. Now you were in that bed and he was on top of you.

 He still hadn't gotten used to his size, you knew that because he was kind of clumsy and bumbling, but you just laughed as he begged for forgiveness. You pulled him to you, you murmured to him how much you loved him and how much you wanted him, he was still begging for forgiveness.

 And when you were on his chest, resting and feeling your heart beating fast. He would run his hand down your bareback, but you felt him tremble as if he was afraid he was doing something wrong; he had been like this for a while, even afraid of hurting you in the act.

 You knew he was like this because, after all, he didn't know how to behave with a woman. "I never wanted you to feel like I was turning my back on you before going in as a soldier."

 "I think I understand now" you murmured and you just lifted your head, resting your chin on his chest and looking at him. He lowered his gaze and saw you. You ran your hands over his face, over his lips, over his cheekbone.

 "I thought you were going with that girl who was... Sergeant? Senior? I don't know."

 "She's a nice girl, but no...she wasn't you."

 You smiled as you bit your cheek, thus playing with your fingers on Steve's face "Can I be the one to wait for you every time you have to leave?"

 "What?"

 "What if I can wait for you every day, or wait every day for your letter or just sit on the airfield to wait to see you arrive?"

 "You deserve more than that" your body tensed and he denied "I don't want you to wait for me that long" his hand kept caressing your back "But I would like it if you did when you know I'm coming" you frowned and he closed his eyes for a few seconds "Tomorrow I have to go back, you know?"

 You denied, pulling away from his chest "No, not again Steve. We've already seen how it ends and I don't like it"

 "No, no, wait" he grabbed your arm quickly, sitting up so you wouldn't leave. He averted his gaze to your bare breasts after lifting you up and then to your face. "I'm going, but I'm going to tender my resignation from the war service" every muscle in your body is untensed. "I've been waiting all my life for this, waiting for you to have love in me. I have you, and I know I have you and... I don't want to let you go again."

 Maybe you should feel selfish, but you kept thinking both were going to be happy. You smiled "Good. Good" you repeated shaking your head and hugging him by the shoulders, sitting back down on him. "You're going to go, you're going to come back and I'm going to wait for you with everything done for you. You're going to come back and we're going to be happy, do you think so?"

 He nodded and bit his lip "And we're going to get married, and we're going to have children. We're going to dance every day."

 You pressed your forehead to his, with a smile "I like it" you nodded.

 And from when he left, a month went by where it was letters and letters after letters. Letters to one side, letters to another side, you didn't even care if anyone read them in between, you just wanted them to get to Steve.

 You also wrote to Bucky, but less frequently.

 You had spent a whole month redecorating the house where Steve had been born; you had removed every dust, every crumb, every shadow of grime that had accumulated. You changed the curtains and aired out the house, letting the sunshine into the living room.

 He had said so, said that when he came back, you were definitely going to move in together. You couldn't complain, you didn't even want to, so after his approval by one of the letters, you started doing those things.

 You put little Steve's clothes away, knowing there was no way anything would fit him. You bought some clothes for him, squeezing that month's income and moving the savings around a bit; it didn't matter, some things had been returned from the wedding and others that you had sold; like the bottom of the dress that you had torn, but it was a good fabric. Or like the decorations that would have been a nice souvenir if you had just gotten married.

 There were five days when you didn't hear from him, and you truly pretended not to worry every time a new wave of hurt people came. You desperately tried not to cross those blue eyes, but lucky for you, you never did.

 You were in the emergency room, wearing the gown and your hair pulled back when you heard a thick voice calling for help "We need urgent assistance!" it was Steve's voice, so when you turned around you saw him dragging the gurney with an injured person on it. Medics rushed over, and you simply dropped what you had in your hand to run and hug him, but he hadn't seen you.

 He relaxed his arms when he smelled your scent and hid his head in your neck "You came back" you murmured. He lifted you off the ground lightly, kissing your neck.

 "Forever, I swear."

 You pulled away to see him and saw his uniform with all his things on his chest. You touched one and looked at him somewhat complicit "You got promoted."

 He nodded and stood straight and serious "Major General," he said trying to hide his smile. You didn't and creased your proud smile "To work in the field here in training, without having to leave. I'm staying here."

 You brought your hands up to his cheeks and kissed him "I think that's awesome Stevie." you said amused and stroked the back of his neck, watching as he still hugged you by the hip "I've got the house almost ready."

 He brought one of his hands up to the nameplate on your uniform and touched it "When you get ready I'm going to make sure you have my last name."

 "I'm dying for that" you murmured close to his lips.

 Getting married, having kids, moving in, and living with Steve Rogers had never been a desire or a weird feeling. So it was a success to achieve that.

 And not only did they dance almost every day, but he didn't stop giving you flowers; this time, not feeling a little ashamed to give his wife flowers, and after a while, his daughter too; in the future, he hoped his son would treat women the same way.

 Dancing had never felt better, even when you had him next to you and he let you sway along with him. Sometimes he would catch your laughter in his mouth when he kissed you, other he would laugh with you.

 When he came home early, he would go and get things to eat, when he didn't, you waited for him at the door sitting; at first alone, then with your belly, then with a child, then pregnant again, and so time went by, but whenever he looked in the direction, he smiled.

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[babiestmunson]

Born to be my baby

Inspired in Bon Jovi’s song Born to be my baby

If we stand side by side (all night) There's a chance we'll get by (and it's alright) And I'll know that you'll be live In my heart till the day that I die

'Cause you were born to be my baby And baby, I was made to be your man

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem Henderson! Reader

Summary: Eddie drops the L word to you with a grand gesture and you think nothing can go wrong anymore, before everything goes to hell. 

Warning: Coursing but this is pure fluff my friends. Also english is not my first language so sorry for any mistake

A/N: Let me know what you think, like and reblog are always appreciate. And if you like to request something would make me very happy. Anyways, just a little something I did while we wait for Joseph with Jimmy Fallon.

A little background story between Eddie and reader: The colors suit him

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“What are the plans for tonight doll?" Eddie's voice is calm and focused as he's walking behind you holding a ridiculous amount of tapes that need to be organized. Robin and Steve hate with a capital H to organize the tapes and you don't really mind; as long as your boss doesn't interfere, you take care of it while your friends help you with the other stuff you need to do. Since apparently your boyfriend can't be separated from you, he often would appear at your job with silly excuses as of why he was stopping by:

"You have my cassette" 

"Wanted to check the new movies"

"Can you help me finish my homework?" 

 The last one wasn’t silly, he was trying really hard to pass all his classes and graduate, so he would go asking for help or simply sit on the floor with his notes studying and such. You were so proud of him; he began to think about your future together and was sure ‘86 was his year.

 "I was thinking that maybe you could stop by for a late late lunch and then we got back together to school" 

“Are you going to the game Eddie?”

“Very funny love. Hellfire is starting later today” 

“If you already have a plan, why did you ask?”

You smile fondly at each other, Eddie was a dedicated boyfriend, not only he filled you with love but support. It was no secret that you were saving as much as you could to go to college and sometimes it felt impossible. Your mom was a great help since she let you keep all of your salary for your savings, still wasn’t enough, the amount of money you needed was a goal that now you were sure couldn’t reach. 

With Eddie’s support you no longer felt like that way. He’d support you no matter what, you appreciate it a lot when on long days we’d wait for you in his trailer or your house to take care of you. He was the definition of doe eyes and you truly believe that he holds the entire galaxy in them, they were very expressive as if telling you what he wanted, you just have to learn how to read them. 

Eddie stayed with you for about ten more minutes before he had to go to join Hellfire. He told you about how Chrissy asked him to sell her something stronger than his usuals and how she was acting weird, even made a play by play of him trying to comfort her, he tried to be subtle but ridiculously failed because of his dramatic personality. He offered her to go to his trailer after the game to sell her something else, maybe she could think about it and change her mind. That’s your big scary satanist cult leader Hawkins. 

You knew Chrissy from a distance and thought of her as a sweet kind girl, couldn’t agree more when Eddie told you that her dating Jason was horrendous, she deserved so much better. For a moment you felt a pinch of jealousy, it was no secret to you that Eddie used to have a crush on her, like every other boy in Hawkins, you weren’t scared of having those kind of awkward conversations with him, both of you have decided that  it was for the best to be completely open; “It’s what's best for our relationship princess, I don’t want us to sabotage this”. 

 At first his idea sounded like a huge mistake, you didn’t know if you would be able to be that open, but turns out he was right, you could talk to each other about anything and everything. One day you were laying in his van and started talking about your days in high school, he messed around saying that you never noticed him but that was a lie, you always thought he was pretty handsome and funny, but that was it. Back then you had a huge crush on Billy, Max’s stepbrother, but after a series of events you finally noticed that he was an asshole, as the redhead had been telling you. Your confession didn’t surprise Eddie, from the moment Billy stepped onto the school grounds he took all the girls’ attention, even competing with Steve Harrington. And when he told you about how in middle school he started to have a crush on Chrissy after the talent show, you mock him a lot, it was cute. That was your dynamic and it made the relationship more beautiful. You had fights here and there but because of your way of communication with each other it was easier to resolve the problems. 

 Back to the present, after a long shift you finally arrive at Eddie’s trailer and knock on the door; he ran quickly to open but instead of letting you enter he walked out. You laugh asking what he was doing, he just let out a big smile and gave you a tight hug and a kiss on your forehead, freshly bath he smelled like his lavender shampoo and mint gum. 

 “Eddie, really what is happening?”

“You have to promise that what you’re about to see and hear won’t change us”

“Why? You have some other girl in there? Maybe another boy?”

 He laughed and intertwined his fingers with yours, guiding you to the door of the trailer, you were about to open when he let go of your hand and stood behind putting his hands on your eyes. You started to feel excited and nervous, every time he touched you a rush of emotions ran through your body, and this was no exception, plus he was planning something. One of the things you love about Eddie was his playful personality, taking things seriously wasn’t difficult as he knew how to deal with it but he much rather take life the easy way. He especially had a gift to make you laugh while giving you a pep talk. 

 “Ok, ready princess 1…2…3” he took his hands from your eyes and stood in front of you, holding a red tulip. You couldn't speak, hell you were barely even breathing. In the middle of the living room was a pizza and a bottle of wine on a tv tray, the curtains were closed so the room could be enlightened with some candles and of course there were flowers. Some red roses were carefully dispersed all over the place and rose petals garnishing the tv tray. You knew your children and recognized their pillows and blankets on the floor to make everything look cozier. Max, Lucas, Mike and of course your brother Dustin had been helping Eddie with the preparations, they had a bet going as to why the metalhead was doing it. He didn’t know that. 

“Eddie…” you had tears burning your eyes and the moment you spoke they would fall all over your face. You manage to say his name but a knot on your throat stops you from saying anything else. 

“M’lady, allow me to offer you this humble flower as proof of my devotion for you. I know it’s beneath you. If i could I’d travel the world to collect and give you every tulip in this miserable world” he handed you the tulip and you took it carrying it to your chest.  “But being Dungeon Master does not pay a lot” 

 You laugh, finally letting all the tears roll down. With the urge of a thousand dragons, you closed the space between and hugged him. You hug him like never before allowing you to smell his scent and feel his body, with no hesitation he cupped your face and kissed you not letting you cut the closeness. Eddie loved the taste of your lips, he sometimes wondered if it was your strawberry chapstick or just your natural sweet taste, it was majestic how soft you felt and how he couldn’t get enough.  The kiss got intense with your tongue making its way into his mouth, you just grabbed him because you couldn't get any closer to him. Your heartbeats merging, he tasted like sunshine on a warm summer day as well as a cold fall breeze. He didn’t want to but made himself stop, every time you kissed his mind floated away making it hard for him to think, mainly the reason why he stopped the kiss, he had something important to say. 

 “It’s true, I wanted to fill the room with tulips, but those shits are expensive” You told him your favorite flowers were tulips because they had a delicate elegance no other flower had, and because for its simple shape, the first flowers you learn how to draw. This was back when you first started to speak. And he remembered it. “That’s why I bought one red tulip and red roses. They kinda match”

“It’s ok Eds, this is perfect” Eddie leads you to your pillow and sits in front of you.

“Remember when I said that I was all in? When we had our first date I mean” you just nodded and took his hand softly drawing circles in his skin in an attempt to calm him down as he looked nervous. “Well, I want you to know that at this moment I’m more sure than ever that I’m all in. When I asked you to be my girlfriend, I couldn’t make it special because I was so broke. I had to make out with you so you wouldn’t notice it had been a lame moment” you laugh at the memory; it had been intimate and wouldn’t change any detail about it. 

“Anyways, you are amazing Y/N Henderson. Every quality you have fights in my head to see which one I love the most about you and I enjoy being with you way too much. I keep thinking about what we’d do when we’re together and the thought of losing you because you realize I’m just a screwed up terrifies me… but I know that we’re a great team together, you make me want to be a better person and do something for myself so I can be on your level. I know that we can take whatever the future throws at us if we're together because… because I love you Y/N”

You paralyze at hearing the words you only thought you’d hear in your dreams. He can only watch you, hoping you feel the same or at least can bear the fact that he loves you and won’t change your relationship. Suddenly he notices the small smile on your lips grow onto a bigger one. In a quick bustle you sit on his lap and give him small kisses across his face with your arms around his neck hugging him close. 

“I love you too Eddie, so so much. I can’t imagine my life without you” his eyes lit up and he started competing with you with small kisses, he’s faster than you and giggled every time he gave you a quick kiss on the lips. It’s also very amusing to him how slow your reflexes are. “But don’t you ever say that my boyfriend is a screwed up again or I’ll beat your ass, people would be lucky to have him in their lives”.

After staring at each other for what it felt like years, the two of you proceed to eat and talk. The room was quickly filled with laughs and hopeful words; after confessing their love you started to talk about your future together. Once Eddie graduates, you’d move out to a big city and both get a job. It didn’t have to be someplace fancy, you couldn’t afford it anyway, but big enough for the kids and Robin and Steve to come. Meanwhile you’d still save for college or maybe even start in a community college that had an art program while Eddie would pursue his dream of making it in the music industry.  

It will be a bumpy road for sure, right you were nothing but kids hitching down the road of life although if you stay side by side there is a big chance you’ll get by. Being religious was never a scene of yours; you’d seen the evil that could exist, but also the good and all your experiences made you believe that life had a plan for you and Eddie. Only God would know the reasons…

“What would happen if you don’t make it?” you were currently sitting between his legs with your back on his chest and turned around to see him. His eyes were staring at the ceiling, immersed in his thoughts. His look made you realized he was talking to himself, the future was scary if you’d fucked up it would only be your responsibility only. This was your life you were talking about. 

“Well, I’ve always thought that the future is not necessarily a one-way road you know? Like, I want to major in art history and work for a museum, but there are other options” you turn your body to be face to face with your legs around his waist. “I could work in a gallery, or a magazine or teach; I just hope one day I’ll be able to open a small coffee shop where I can help aspiring artists sell their paintings and sculptures and books. So yeah, I believe you can make it however you want because you don’t know what the future holds. As long as you keep your passion for music, you’ll make it Eddie”.

“Before you, I’d only see the clouds, but you’d teach me to see the sun also. I really love you Y/N, please stay with me forever” he grabbed your hand and put it in his chest after giving it a small kiss. “Because princess, I’m sure you were born to be my baby and I was made to be your man” 

 After hours a couple of hours of being together in the trailer you head on your way to school, you had promised Lucas to see him at the game because maybe he’d play, at school you would see the game behind Robin who was in the band while Eddie will be with Dustin and the rest of hellfire playing D&D. You planned everything, after finishing his campaign and the game your boyfriend would go to his trailer to meet Chrissy, in the meantime you’ll head to your house to get clothes and see him later. 

You couldn’t stop feeling butterflies in your stomach and your smile never looked more sincere, Eddie had just told you that he loves you with a grand gesture. You were ready for whatever life had prepared for you, you had a lovely family, great friends and a boyfriend that had proven to love you enormously. Nothing can possibly go wrong. 

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