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harrywavycurly · 2 years
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What if Steve texts Eddie instead of you and let’s him know you have a crush on him!!!😳☺️
Hiii my love!! This was fun and I hope you like it! 😂💖
*a/n I always try to make my writing as gender natural as possible btw*
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hellfiremunsonn · 1 year
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Just gunna leave this here….
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stevieswhore · 4 months
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"what, baby?"
bestfriend!steveharrington x reader
word count: 1.1K words
content warnings: just giggly drunkenness and you and your best friend not knowing what personal space is..
let me know if you guys want a part 2!!!
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“hi pretty girl.” steve slurs with a dopey smile, as you stumble over to him.
you giggle, letting him catch you as you pull him into the couch. “hi stevie..” you coo.
“where’ve you been?” he mumbles, shifting so he’s at your side, your leg draped over him.
“mmm- i’s’with eddie..” you slur, as steve pushes your hair behind your ear. “ohhh..” he trails off, letting his eyes drift down to your lips. you giggle and lean in, pressing your cheek against his as you wrap your arms around him and robin calls your name.
“y/n- woah- look! look look look!” she yells, dragging vickie over to show you that she has arrived.
you wave with a smile, trying to be polite, despite feeling steve’s open mouth on your throat, lips twisted into a smile as he hugs you tightly against him. you feel him laugh against your neck as eddie stumbles over to offer a drink to the new arrival, and you instinctually grab his arm.
“s-steve-“ you breathe. “what, baby?” he smiles. you look down at him and meet his glazed eyes and blown out pupils. “yeah?” he hums.
the tequila catches up to you as you mumble “I wanna kiss you..” an inch away from his open mouth. he groans, his eyebrows furrowing. “aw- you can’t just say that baby..” he shakes his head, but doesn’t stop inching even closer.
“mmm.. but I wanna-“ “I know I know.. me too- but I can’t- we can’t-“ he cuts himself off.
you pout, pushing your bottom lip out, and feel him harden under your leg. “alright- up…” he shakes his head, patting your hip. your jaw drops open as he starts to move towards the opposite side of the couch.
“wha- steve!” you whine, not caring how desperate you might look.
“we’re not- not doin this- we’re drunk-“ he tries to rationalize out loud. you huff but back off a little, knowing he’s right.
“what if we kissed when we were sober?” you suggest. he looks at you for a minute. “that’s not- you would still wanto?” he slurs. you nod instantly. “wanna do a lot with you..” you smile, pushing your lips into his neck, not quite kissing him.
his breathing picks up and you feel him groan softly. “y’gotta st-fuck..” he whimpers, pushing himself further into your touch. “just one..” you plead.
he sighs, pulling you on top of him. you giggle and throw your arms around his neck. “hi..” you breathe, resting your forehead against his. “hey..” he smiles. “we shouldn’t do this..” you admit, coming to your senses for just a second before sinking into him again. the corner of his mouth turns up a little. “yeah no- def- definitely shouldn’t..” he trails off, as your lips ghost over his.
“makes me wanna do it m-“ he cuts you off with his lips against yours and you moan softly before kissing him back.
he grabs at your back and you tangle your hands in his hair, making him quickly pull back. “mm.. y-cant..” he winces, making you giggle as you pull him in for another kiss and feel him get harder against your inner thigh.
“fuck..” you whimper softly, making him groan into the kiss.
“woah! what do we have here!!” eddie yells, snapping you out of it as he sits down right on the arm of the couch. steves head falls back and he shuts his eyes tight as he lets his hands fall to your waist.
he's a sight for sore eyes. his lips swollen and red and his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath that you stole.
eddie’s eyebrows are raised and his mouth hangs open as he looks between the two of you.
“wow harrington, never thought you’d actually grow the balls.” he teases. you open your mouth to make an out of pocket, alcohol-induced comment about how his ball’s definitely grew, but steve quickly slaps a hand over your mouth, as if reading your mind.
he gives you a look and you giggle, sinking into his chest. he lets his arm wrap around you and the two of you look up at eddie, who was even more shocked than before.
“aw.. well I’m happy for you two lovebirds.. make sure I’m invited to the wedding..” he winks before hopping up and leaving you alone.
you glance down at steve, who is still catching the last of his breaths.
“y’in there?” you ask softly. he nods, looking up at you. “mhm just- thinking..” he mumbles. you gasp. “steve harrington? thinking??” you tease. he glares at you and starts to throw you off of him. “no no no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry..” you giggle, clinging onto him as he brings you back into his lap. he’s smiling now and you sit up a little to get a good look at him.
“what’re you thinking about?” you ask genuinely.
“you.” he answers immediately.
“what about me?” you push a little more. “nothin in particular.. just always thinking about you..” he admits easily. your heart jumps but you try not to show it. “oh yeah?” you smile. he nods before subtly trying to pull you closer.
“aww does stevie wan’another kiss?” you coo. he rolls his eyes but still pulls your neck down to him in a bruising kiss. you smile against his lips and try to get even closer to him.
“steve I want- mmm..” you cut yourself off, knowing you were probably going too far. he pulls away to hear you out. “whatdya want baby?” he asks softly. you groan softly at the nickname.
“want you..” you look down at your lap, scared to meet his eyes.
“y/n..” he groans, his voice getting lower. you quickly meet his eyes to find them dark, his pupils taking them up. “m’sorry..” you apologize. “mm mm baby- don’t apologize.. want you too, s’just- we’re way too drunk to make decisions like that..” he explains. you know he’s right but you still tease him a little.
“what’re you talkin about? m’not drunk..” you giggle, sinking your face into his neck and placing a kiss there. he smiles, making his jaw tense up. “yeah me neither..” he chuckles, as you finally roll off of him. his hand follows you and comes to a rest on your thigh when you settle next to him.
“m gonna go get some water.. y’want some?” you ask, starting to stand up.
“sure.. y’tryin to sober up for me?” he smirks as you start to walk away.
you shake your head and smile at him. “just trying to put some distance between us!” you call before turning and heading for the kitchen.....
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lavendermunson · 7 months
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can't help it if i wanna kiss you in the rain - steve harrington
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summary based on this lovely anon! thank you for your request, I hope you like it.
tags best friends to lovers. mutual pinning. mentions of weed. Eddie been Eddie and Erica being Erica. season 4. mention of starcourt but nothing else related to the upside down happens. slight use of y/n, sorry. a little bit of angst and then pure fluff. if i missed anything please tell me.
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You are so upset.
You couldn’t fall asleep on the plane. They only had snacks with nuts on them. The juice boxes were gone.
You just want to avoid everyone, specifically Steve. 
He didn’t answer your letters for over two weeks, he stopped calling you every night to tell you all about his day and you… you were so upset you couldn’t enjoy the warm welcome your friends had prepared for you.
Life after the Starcourt incident wasn’t easy. Moving away from all the things, from all the people you love, it was destroying you. Jonathan found friends, Will and El do stuff without you all the time. You missed home, you missed your friends, your best friend.
The ride to Steve’s house is short, unfortunately. As Nancy gets out of the car to grab his boyfriend’s hand, Will, El, and Mike make sure to greet Dustin and Lucas at the door. Robin runs to you and hugs you, a warm big smile forms on your lips, she knows something is wrong from the moment your body stays still for a couple of seconds before hugging her back.
“You okay?” she asks, you can’t lie to her but you can’t rant about Steve and how upset you are because it would ruin everyone’s day. Half of the group came back all the way from California.
“I’m okay, Robs. Don’t worry” You take a step back, not dropping your hands from the sides of her arms and squeezing them. “You, young lady, you need to tell me all about Vickie”
She laughs, her cheeks light pink as the color of your skirt. You can’t stop a giggle from coming out of your lips, but as soon as you see him… your body goes stiff again and Robin rushes inside the house to get a drink before spilling everything about her crush.
But there he is. His gray almost blue polo shirt hugs his chest flawlessly. The last two buttons remain unbuttoned and the best friend chain you share with him shows up, resting on his hairy chest that moves up and down as he breathes. His hair, amazing as it is, has a life of itself and it’s beaming as well as his face. You are sure he is wearing the tightest jeans ever but you fight everything in yourself not to look down, as you fight with the same strength and keep your arms to yourself.
He whispers, "Hi" and locks his gaze on you, asking for a hug.
“Hey,” you say, not moving an inch and he finds it odd. Before you moved away you loved his hugs, his arms around you embracing you while your face rested on his chest, so close to his neck that your nose used to catch the scent of his cologne and a hint of cigarettes. Your hips will bump with his and- NO, STOP STOP.
“Are you okay? You look-”
He tries to speak with the same calm as always but it’s impossible. He feels something is different and he can’t wrap his head around it. You interrupt him, bumping your shoulder into his arm and running upstairs mumbling the dumbest excuse ever. 
“I- I need to, uhm, go to the bathroom” 
Steve doesn’t say anything. He figures you need some space or you are tired from the flight. He reunites with the others in the kitchen and gets introduced to Argyle who is talking to Eddie about something. 
He watches you come back, you are holding your best friend's necklace with your fingers, you usually do that when you are nervous. Steve's eyes focus on you and you turn around, going straight to the living room where the others are. Panic settles over his chest and no one seems to notice. 
Eddie is quick to hit his shoulder slightly with his palm and nods to the living room, telling Steve to join the others.
The living room is filled with voices and chuckles. You talk to everyone about your new school, your new house. Everyone pays attention to all the California Shenanigans.
Steve is focused on you, with a frown on his face and yes, you’ve noticed. It took you possibly five minutes to feel his confused gaze over you, but you decided to ignore it. You ignore him as he ignored you when you were away. You keep talking to Erica about her winning the campaign and Eddie joins the conversation making Steve… jealous.
“Guys! Guys. You all talk like you haven’t seen each other in ten years, I get it, but I still need to meet the rest of you!” A high Argyle speaks up, earning everyone’s attention “Can we just have a quick chat?”
“There is something we have to do outside, but you guys chat!” Dustin says as every single one of the kids follows him except Erica.
“Erica, let the grown-ups talk”
A choir of “boos” and “we are not that old” makes Lucas jump, he rolls his eyes and goes out joining his friends in the backyard.
“What? They are going to do a nerdy thing I'm not interested in” Erica replies, looking at everyone in the room.
“Erica, you play dragons and… what is it? castles?” Argyle says.
“Dungeons and dragons, man!” Eddie corrects him and hits him with his elbow. They quickly became friends and it’s hilarious to see them interact.
“You guys are soooo high,” you say. Eddie, who remains by your side, quickly bumps his knuckle softly against your chin, earning a giggle from you.
“What? Do you want a joint, sweetheart? He teases, and you roll your eyes.
“She’s not into that” Steve scoffs, peeking at the interaction that has his head hurting for quite a while now.
“What? She totally is. Bro, remember that time when you got so high you poured your milkshake on Jonathan and Ms. Byers thought he threw up on himself?” Argyle’s confession takes you by surprise, Jonathan laughs remembering and describing the incident to everyone. 
The room fills with chuckles one more time. Steve feels a knot in his throat and you try to keep your face away from him.
“I had to tell my mom she tripped, it was a fun day actually,” the older Byers says.
“That reminds me, one time Steve had a date and I accidentally spilled my jar of fresh cherry jam on him. He spent the rest of the shift with his legs wrapped in a towel while his jeans were drying up!” Robin tells the funny story and that’s when you look at Steve. 
Your mind starts wandering. He had a date, maybe he had a girlfriend already and that’s why he was so busy.
“Was that the same girl I saw you with at the movie theater?” Nancy asks.
“Nope, that was Heather and the other one was Heidi” Robin answers, Steve looks away from you, embarrassed. 
Jealousy starts to get its way through your head. Your breath quickens and you start to get more furious.
“And what happened with Linda?” Nancy asks again.
“Can you guys just drop it?” Steve starts to get annoyed. “We just kissed, that is all”
“Fuck this” you mumble, the only one hearing you is Eddie.
“Woah, are you okay? Eddie notices your face, red with anger and your eyes glassy.
“Can everyone just stop asking if I’m fucking okay?”
Your voice shakes and you storm out of the room. The rest watches you go and Steve panics, but doesn’t move.
“Are you stupid?” Erica speaks, making Steve wake up as she is talking to him.
“What?”
“Oh please, you love that girl and you idiots had to mention all of his dates. She is clearly jealous, even I can see it”
“Erica!” Steve raises his voice but she doesn’t get upset.
“Just the facts! Don’t be a moron Steve”
And that’s what it took. An 11-year-old shit-talking to Steve for him to realize he had to fix this.
He gets up and before he opens the door, Robin grabs his hand stopping him.
“Don’t- don’t lie to her and do not try to push her away” She squeezes his hand before dropping it. “You’ve been miserable without her, don’t make another mistake"
Steve nods, opening the door, and walks to the street to find you, you are walking as quickly as possible but the cold rain slows you down as you hug yourself and walk.
Alone. Annoyed. Jealous. Furious.
“Y/n! Please come back”
An agitated voice makes your ears ring. It’s him, his voice was so recognizable that it was impossible to ignore it. You turn around, making an effort to not run toward him and cry for him, begging him to love you.
You’ve never cried over a boy because you’ve always been in love with your best friend, Steve.
“Please just listen” he begs, the rain starts to calm down as if the sky knows something is about to happen.
“What do you want?”
“I want to talk to you! You have been avoiding me all day and it’s making me crazy. I’m sorry you had to hear all of that” he slurs his words as he tries to ease his breath.
"Are you only apologizing for having dates?"
“No, no. I know ignoring you was wrong, I know trying to push you away was so shitty of me”
You keep your arms crossed against your chest. You keep shivering from the cold of the rain. Your clothes are all soaked and sticky.
“And?”
“And? I’m sorry, I'm sorry. But you didn’t have to act like such a jerk to me, not when I haven't seen you for so long. You know you can talk to me!”
“It’s all good, I wish you would talk to me too but it's too late. Bye now"
“Wait, wait”
“What do you want, Steve?” you shake your head. “Please, enlighten me. What is it? I want to go home. I want to get out of these clothes and curl up in my bed. Just leave me alone alright”
“You are unbelievable”
“What?”
“You know the phone works both ways right?”
“I didn’t need the phone. I sent you a bunch of letters you didn’t read. Sorry to bother you with all of that you couldn’t even open one”
“I read all of them. I'm sorry i didn't reply to them... but now I know you are hiding a lot of things. Tell me, was one of your letters going to mention you smoke weed and hang around god-knows-where while you are high?”
“Oh my god, Steve. That was one time” you sigh. You couldn’t believe he was telling you all of this as if you did something wrong “You were the one ignoring me, remember? Being too busy with girls you couldn’t pick up the phone, what were you doing, Steve? 
“They were just dates, nothing happened! I would’ve told you if… I don’t know”
“Well, I had a date too,” you say. It’s not a lie, you did have a date with some guy named Dave, it didn’t go well because let’s be honest he wasn’t Steve. “And I would’ve told you too but it looked like you didn't care”
“You had a date? So you have a boyfriend now or what?” he asks, his fists clenching. His knuckles are white, and his face glows red.
“Why are you getting so upset about it?” you notice a shift in his voice, he looks too angry for some weird reason.
“You have a boyfriend”
“I don’t have a boyfriend. And if I had one, why do you care? You are the one going on hundreds of dates” A laugh comes out of your lips, but your heart is aching.
“Because the dates were a distraction! A distraction that didn't work because no one is... no one is as perfect and beautiful as you, and it kills me, you know?” 
You get confused, he starts to get closer. Your tears start to mix with the drops of rain, your sight becomes blurry.
“I like you! Fuck, I love you!” he speaks, defeated and with a hand over his chest, right over his heart. “I have loved you since I met you, I’m sorry I was such a jerk for hiding it but I thought you deserved someone so much better than me and I didn’t-” 
He gets cut off by your lips on his. It was everything he needed, he is everything you wanted. The kiss is short but it’s filled with all the pent-up emotions, all the years of waiting, all the lingering hugs and him “casually” always keeping a hand over you.
His lips are soft, he gets a taste of your strawberry chapstick and smiles over your bottom lip. You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your bodies together.
“I like… I love you too, Steve” you say, his eyes focused on your lips as his hands rest on your waist. “I was hiding it too, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry we had to fight and, I-”
“It’s fine” he whispers, the drops of rain make his hair fall to his forehead, you are quick to brush it away from his face with your fingers, and he doesn’t mind.
“It’s not, we could’ve sorted this out sooner but I was scared– scared that if I told you, you were going to reject me”
“I thought you were going to reject me. Dreaming about you with me every night was better than thinking about losing you, so I was hiding it” he brushes his nose against yours. “But I don't have to hide it anymore. I love you. You love me. God, please tell me you are not joking”
“I’m not joking, Stevie. I love you”
His favorite nickname makes an appearance, he smiles as it’s been a long time since he hasn't heard it.
 “I love you too, baby”
The new pet name makes your heart flutter and he wants to kiss you again, but the rain doesn’t seem to stop and you are both shivering.
“Let’s get in before you catch a cold,” he says, taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. You walk with him back to his house, your body immediately feels calmer as you get closer to him and hug him. 
“I missed you”
“I missed you too, don’t you dare think i’m letting you leave my house today”
“Wasn’t planning on it”
He grins, you giggle. The girl of his dreams is finally with him, nothing could ruin his mood since that day.
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lil-quinnie · 6 months
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Rock Stars never die!
It can be read as a continuation of this or alone
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Warnings: +18 smutsmutsmut, p in v, oral (f receiving), dom!eddie, kind of mean!eddie, cheating, angst angst but fluffy.
Summary: Eddie is back in the city, after months of no contact, he decides to show up at the apartment he helped you choose. After months, what could have changed, right?
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Eddie was back at home! Well, at least in your house. 
He could hear your muffled chuckle from the other side of the door, causing a smile to break out across his perfect lips. He hasn't thought about why you never reply to his last text. Life happens and sometimes we don't have a lot of free time, but damn!! That was the longest Eddie had gone without talking to you, and he was hungry! Hungry for your laugh, your lame jokes… hungry for you!
A strange nervousness started to build in his belly, as if his intuition was trying to warn him of something. Eddie tapped lightly with the secret rhythm of the two of you, but after a few minutes of no one coming to open the door, he tapped three times loudly. 
The laughter suddenly ceased and strong feet against the floor trembled all the way from the kitchen to the front door. Eddie was smiling in anticipation, as always so determined to memorize every new detail of your face. 
His smile disappeared when a strange face appeared instead of yours. He furrowed his brows and cleared his throat, "Yeah, I'm… is that the house…? " The words died in the back of the singer's throat, without letting him finish the sentence, you opened the door all the way, “no way! oh my fucking god! Eddie, what are you doing here?” you didn't let him answer either, jumping towards your best friend, you hugged him by the neck, making the hairs on his arms stand on end as he felt your breath against his neck "I missed you" he said, simply.The man standing at your door, clear his throat, trying to make himself present in the room, with Sir Bart, your cat, on his lap. 
The veterinarian introduced himself as your boyfriend, to Eddie's sad surprise. 
Boyfriend?!  You've had a few affairs here and there but never anyone you've titled boyfriend, Eddie's heart sank a little at that moment. His head was spinning in a spiral of self-pity, inside he felt destroyed but outside he just smiled and offered his hand to your “boyfriend”, “I'm the best friend” he said with a smirk. 
A few more seconds of awkward silence “well, nice to meet you Eddie, but… duty calls” Handing the cat to Eddie, automatically holding Bart like he was a baby “like sticking thermometers in dogs’s trunks was a big duty” Eddie rumble, letting the air escape through his nose in a muffled laugh.
The vet and you walked to the door, Eddie preferred to go to your room and spare him the sight of the newly formed couple tender goodbyes.  Lying on your bed, petting one of the cat's paws while you weren't back, he buried his nose in your pillow, smelling the peach scent of your shampoo, Eddie knew he only had a chance, it was the situation he always avoid, the fight or flight thing and Eddie hates to fight but for you… he would always choose to fight. 
Few minutes later, you emerge from the almost dark corridor swinging your hips by the door. "Hey Ed, I need to take a shower before we can catch up, ok?” you said, hanging the weight of your body at your bedroom door, your eyes never leave his. “A shower huh!?” he raised his brow in a devilish way, making the goosebumps irradiate through your skin.
Eddie felt a pervert, of course he notices your flushed rosy cheeks, the wet hair at the nape of your neck, a few strands of hair glued in your beautiful face, the red marks that adorned the skin of your neck…“Oh! Shut up Eddie, it’s none of your business” you snapped back to him.
He doesn’t respond to your rudeness for a few, to lose thinking about your sorrow and puffy pussy still leaking with the release of his brand-new enemy. “I like when you’re mean, do you know that?” he said, popping up off of your bed, walking calmly ‘till his heavy boots almost touch your bare feet. He left his hand resting on the wall behind your head, trapping your body between him and the wall.
His eyes were burning through your skin, the dark chocolate of his eyes making it harder to get free of his embrace “Oh! get off Eddie,you’re such an asshole sometimes”  you tried to get free from his embrace but it was in vain
“Sweetheart, it was just a simple question” his tone was mischievous. 
His other hand was ghosting the side of your body, waiting for the right moment to finally touch your soft skin. His menthol breath hits your nostrils, making you feel dizzy.  While his wet lips are moving with every word he provocatively pronounces near the side of your face.
You fall out of words, they are all gone, your brain shot down! It was the first time Eddie flirted with you so openly, so much desire burned into those big eyes, sucking all the air of your lungs “I said..I said it's none of your business” your voice was small and almost inaudible. 
“You see…” he started “there’s where you are wrong! it is sweetheart.” he simply said.
His free hand touching your waist, exploring that part of your body like he hadn’t done it a million times, holding you at the place he wants. His lips lightly brushing the skin of your neck “I mean… It is my business” he kissed all the length of your neck, biting and licking between his words, testing how far he could push your buttons.
You squirmed under his lips, letting out a whimper that made Eddie’s dick twitch under his heavy jeans. His lips ghost all the way up to your ear, he nape your earlobe between his teeth at the same time his calluses hands bravely grab at your tit, feeling your hardening nipple between his fingers “Tell me to stop” he demand “tell me that is wrong'', still groping your body while you shyly start to hump his thigh, seeking for any kind of relief “Look how pathetic” he mock, “What happen sweetheart, doc dolittle didn’t made you cum?”.
He sunk your body on his thigh, forcing your sensitive cunt against the rough of his jeans, making you gasp, you don’t know if it was because of the humiliation or the fact that you really didn’t finish because of Eddie’s knocks at your front door. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart”, his fingers brush through your wet center “just…please Eddie” you plead.
Your trembling voice gives Eddie signals of your neddy, he could only laugh. “I’ll baby, I promise I will touch you, but first you have to say what I’ve asked you” he patronize,"You need to tell me he didn't make you cum" he took your hand to his hard dick "you need to tell me how needy you are” he whispered the end of the sentence in your ear “and how much you need my dick" giving you his satisfy giggle.
“Eddie please…don’t tease me, need you, I've needed you for so long” you said squeezing his hard bulge into your palm, you could see he wouldn’t change his mind even if you begged for it “he didn’t make me cum” your voice was a mere whisper. He let escape a muffled laugh by his nose, his fingers trespassing the barrier of your panties meeting with a very dripping wet pussy, he lightly explored your center with his digit, collecting all the arousal that was dripping through your tight. He brought his finger next to your face, knowing the release of another man was mixed with the arousal he caused you.
“Open” he demand referring to your plush lips, your mouth was faster than your brain and you had your mouth open, his finger invade your mouth being heavy at your tongue “suck it” he said, the taste was bittersweet, you could feel Eddie’s dick twitching every hard suck you gave to his finger, making you moan.
“Atta girl” he said, his lips touching yours for the first time, soft and strong like you imagined your first time with him would be. His tongue didn't ask for passage as it invaded your mouth, exploring all the flavors he'd craved for as long as he could remember. The bittersweet taste didn't disappear immediately, it disappeared as Eddie devoured your mouth with lust and passion. Your muffled moans caused Eddie's hands to wrap your leg around his waist, lifting you as if you weighed nothing.
Your body pressed between the wall and your best friend's body, his erection pressing you where you needed it most while his hungry lips attacked your neck, chest and before he could grab your nipple you held tight to the man's hair, making His gaze focus on yours for a few moments. The moan he let out was pornographic, making you rub your core against his erection in search of relief “bed, please” you asked.
In a single movement, Eddie had you on your back on the bed, legs still wrapped around his slutty waist, the kisses ended while the giggles began "Are you sure you want this?" he asked in a serious tone, you nodded with your lips trapped between your teeth "words darling, you need to tell me what you want"
“I want this” you said, bringing your hand to the face of the man who was looking at you in such amazement “I want you”. The kiss was no longer so hurried, Eddie knew that you would no longer slip through his fingers, at least not now. 
He took his time kissing and re-kissing every part of your skin that he had already kissed,lowered the strap of your tank top over your shoulder and all the way until it left your body. His lips were always in contact with your skin. His hands traced patterns on the sensitive skin of your belly as his lips kissed the mounds of your breasts, a firm hand cupped and massaged as he licked and sucked your nipple.
"fuck, you're so fucking hot" he said in a muffled voice, still positioned between your legs, you could feel Eddie rubbing his dick against your wet pussy, forming a wet spot on his jeans "I need to feel you, fuck, I… I can not wait anymore"
His mouth traveled to your panties, he ran his nose over your center, pulling all your scent into his nostrils "fuck", he continued to use his tongue and tease you, your grip on his hair only increased, and you he grew impatient, tears of lust formed in the corners of his eyes "Eddie, more please, please."
He slowly took off your panties, tracing the length of your leg with his fingertips, thick fingers moving your legs apart from each other, exposing what Eddie was so eager to touch "You're dripping wet, poor thing" he said as he kissed your thigh and trailed the kisses down to your groin. "Is this all for me?" he let his cocky tone win at times, making you feel small, “you didn’t need it, my dear.”
His tongue passed straight against your pussy, gathering all your juices in his mouth, you both moaned together, his tongue invaded your entire pussy, finding your neglected hole. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, teasing the entrance that was already pulsing with lust. His tongue applied enough pressure to enter you, fucking your pussy at a slow pace while his hands adorned your breasts.
The feeling was almost too much, you had never felt this kind of pleasure with a man before, damn! with anyone really. The thoughts emptied your head and you could only feel Eddie's lips around your clit while his two fingers fucked you, creating space to accommodate his big cock.
Eddie felt your pussy tighten around his fingers, your breathing started to become rhythmic, he could feel you were close and he continued to suck harder, determined to have all of your release in his mouth, triumphant at having made you cum, for the first time of the night. your orgasm soon washed over your body, a feeling of euphoria only made you want to return the experience to your best friend.
Your greedy hands went to his belt buckle, which then held her hands between his calloused ones. You wanted to punch that smug smile off his face "I'd fire my bullet too quickly if you did it...you know?" He looked at the size of the tent pressed into his pants, you could only laugh at his silly comment.
His eyes roamed over your naked body, admiring every detail while his cunning hands undid his belt and caressed his cock "Are you sure?" he asked once again "yes, yes I do" you said in a whisper as he pulled down his underwear keeping eye contact with you, his cock jumped free of his black boxers, it was thick and beautiful and just his sign made your mouth water.
He masturbated his dick while the eyes that looked at you with so much affection turned black with desire, the smile on the corner of his mouth before he let a ball of spit fall on the head of his dick, helping to lubricate his movements "that's good" He said, positioning his dick at your entrance.
He didn't put everything into you at once, he started pumping the head of his cock at your entrance, creating space for all the length that was yet to come, he could feel you squirming beneath him "shh sweetheart, it's about to finish" he told you he said every inch deeper he went, "that's it, you can do it" "taking me so well" “you’re gonna feel so good, i promise” he praised until he was deep balls in you. "fucking tight pussy", he placed his forehead against yours, waiting for his signal so he could move.
You had never felt so full in your life, his cock filled all the space your pussy had "fuck, Eddie please, fuck me please" the feeling was overwhelming, your pleas were music to Eddie's ears, the best album Ozzy couldn't compete with the sounds you let escape your sweet lips.
Eddie's hips came against yours, that delicious back and forth movement made you bow in his hands, which, to keep you in place, held you deliciously by your neck, pinning you against the bed while his cock abused your pussy, hitting the right spot.
"Damn kitten, best pussy I've ever had" Eddie just babbled gibberish sentences while lost in the pleasure of feeling your g-spot against the pink head of his dick, his mouth sucking bruises through your salty skin, eliciting moans and sighs from your mouth as your bodies moved in complex synergy.
His thumb came against your swollen clitoris, massaging it lightly while his dick had no mercy on your hole, "fuck eddie, I'm going to cum again" you said between moans and the noise of your skin slapping against his "I'm going to cum, fuck" you sang and he didn't slow down.
But a few minutes inside you "FUCK! I'm going to cum too" he began to fuck you clumsily, still playing with your clit "cum with me, cum with me" the hand that already looked more like a necklace circling your neck and squeezed your breast as Eddie fucked your pussy harder "where do you want me to cum, babe?".
"Inside" you replied in a whisper, "I want you to cum inside my pussy" your orgasm was washing your body, leg shaking and eye rolling, Eddie fucked you throughout your orgasm, praising you "is that what you want? Do you want me to fill your pussy? you dirty slut!" his hands were firmly on your waist now, his fingers were sinking into your flesh "Fuck, I'm going to..." and a loud moan interrupted Eddie's sentence, who collapsed next to him on the bed , still high on your adrenaline.
Not knowing how to react, you did the only logical thing in your head, go take a shower.
"So, I'm going to go take a shower" you jumped out of bed and walked to the bathroom, closing the door almost all the way and soon Eddie could hear the sound of water falling against the tile. Eddie could see the steam from the shower seeping through the cracks of the door, dancing beautifully between the last rays of sunlight that entered through the large window. Eddie's eyes roamed over the pictures methodically hung on the wall, over some potted plants  Focusing on every new ornament and adornment around her room. 
His favorite was the first corroded coffin poster autographed by him in a fancy frame! Some pictures of you with students, with friends and with him. 
His eyes were soon engulfed by the giant yellow letters on the cover of a gossip magazine"New Girlfriend?" over a photo of the model kissing Eddie “fuck…fuckfuckfuck”, he started to freak out. "Fucking hell" he thought, turning the magazine cover side down. Eddie felt the pillow beside him sink, felt the smell of clean clothes exuding from your pajamas, the heat that radiated from your skin warming the metalhead's bare arms, "it's everything ok?" you said, getting comfortable by his side,"She's not my girlfriend",he promptly said.
"I KNOW she's not your girlfriend, if she was, what she is not… you would’ve told me". 
The man could feel the sadness behind your gaze. "It was just a picture, like that actress who made the horror movie we liked” you continue,”what was her name again?" you got up from the bed, trying to escape that conversation. Already going to the kitchen.
You started to put some snacks in the jars "she wasn't my girlfriend either" he said, while following you closely. "Oh! and that model you said you were going to date.." 
"Wasn't my girlfriend and didn't say that! Sweetheart, come on!?, what are you trying to do here?" he said gesticulating between you two, you rolled your eyes and went to the fridge, pretended to look for something inside "I mean, this won't be the last picture I'll ever see of you with a woman, it 's you Eddie". Eddie felt all the blood drain from his own heart hearing your harsh words.
You changed the subject abruptly, the remorse of the words that came out of your mouth, in the way they came out… You tried to speak as softly as possible to not trigger Eddie even more "we're out of beer, I think Ethan had the last one" you gave an apologetic smile "can you go buy some more while I put some film for us, eds?".
Eddie felt his cheeks warm at the thought of Doctor Dolittle sitting on your couch, snuggly with you in his arms, even more, he felt mad about you still thinking about him after all that happened with you two.
"Fuck" he sighed, "Yeah! sure, I'll buy you more beer" Eddie put on his jacket and grabbed his keys "but just for you know, princess" despite the affectionate nickname, his tone of voice was nothing more than dry, your eyes glued to the hard face he gave you 
"Between the two of us, I've never had a girlfriend, you know that! And if I had one, I wouldn't wait weeks to tell you", he closed the living room door, disappearing through the corridors. you went from the fridge to sitting on the couch, trying not to think too much about what he said "Hope he felt better when he comes back" you thought again.
Eddie couldn't see anything in front of him, his vision too blurred by the tears pooling in his eyes. As soon as Eddie's feet hit the street it was like his world was spinning around him, He rested his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath while his cell phone kept vibrating in the back pocket of his jeans.  
"Hey harrin" 
"So you found out?" the tone of Steve's voice caused Eddie to snort 
"yeah, yeah I found out, she has a fucking boyfriend! Steve what the fuck?! She didn’t even told me" Steve cut him mid sentence
 "Oh! come on Munson, the girl has loved you since high school, now that she's moving on are you mad?" silence on the other end of the line 
"You know what, I remember you said you wanted her to get someone nice and she did", Steve said, bringing up topics from a conversation they had years ago
"Now I hope you're not an asshole and let her have her moment" 
"I love her" Eddie said, still standing in front of your building, fingers pressing down on the bridge of his nose, as if he'd been spilling some secret 
"oh! no shit Munson, it took you all this time to figure it out?Now I get the 3 times in high school! You had what? 10 fucking years to figure it out and now that she finally looks happy you want to tell her that? AND WHAT? you have a turnê next week, low blow dude" Eddie hung up the phone without bothering to listen to the rest of Steve's sentences.
Eddie didn't know if he should go back and face the consequences of perhaps the biggest mistake of his life. He could handle losing his fame, his band and even money if you were there to support him. He couldn't bear to lose you, there would be no life or peace or joy in a world without you, you were that for him.
Your cell phone vibrated as you searched for a movie that would make the metalhead feel like a teenager again, like you were feeling at that moment.
"I have something to do, don't wait me up"
you felt paralyzed for a few moments after reading his message, staring at the light that irritated your eyes, only able to lock your cell phone and walk to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.
Fat tears started to run down your face, you felt used, another one of Munson's girls. Some part of you believed that he felt the same thing as you, that after years and months of distance he also missed you like you missed him. You finished your cigarette in silence and took the walk of shame to his room, which still smelled like his expensive cologne.
While you stayed inside your bubble of self-suffering and pity, Eddie waited in the cold and empty waiting room of an animal intensive care unit, even though he didn't have any animals to consult with. He searched all the rooms until he found the Doctor in a conference room, looking at his cell phone in agony.
"Hey doc! Can we talk?" Eddie asked, already entering and closing the door behind him, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at the unsuspecting Doctor."Oh! It's everythi.." and before he finishes "Do you love her?" Eddie spit at the non reacting doctor, while the doctor's cell phone kept vibrating in his already shaking hand. "What did you do?" he asked hatefully to Eddie, while watching your photo at his phone screen as he tried to call you.
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hoe-for-hopper · 3 months
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Forget About Eddie
Bestfriend!SteveHarrington x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: mentions of Eddie being a fuckboy, a lil fluff and a lil smut.
Word Count: 2247
Summary: You and Eddie have just broken up, but you're still hung up on him. Steve hates seeing you so down and just wants to make you feel better (better than Eddie could).
A/N: idk i'm on a smut writing spree, expect some more fics tomorrow (maybe some eddie, maybe some slashers, who really knows). i hardly edited this and i feel like the ending might be a lil rushed, but hey, smut is smut.
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“I just don’t really know what to do, you know?” You and your best friend, Steve Harrington are walking to his car after your shift at Scoops. You’ve been upset all night over a fight you had with your ex-boyfriend, Eddie. 
You and Eddie had been broken up for a couple of months now, but you were still sneaking over to his trailer in the middle of the night. You couldn’t help it, you were young, horny, and Eddie was pretty good in bed. It was easy enough, until you had to get dressed and do the walk of shame across the trailer park. You know keeping this up wasn’t a smart idea, but a part of you also still loved Eddie. Even if you knew that he was just using you to get what he wanted.
“I don’t know why you’re still so hung up on that loser. You’ve always been too good for him and he didn’t deserve you.” Steve says as he unlocks the car doors and slides into the driver’s seat. He looks over at you and seeing your sad face says, “Alright, we’re going back to my place and having a movie night. I’ll call Robin and see if she’ll come over. You need to have some fun.”
You almost protest, but that does sound like it’ll get your mind off things. And if you’re at Steve’s  you won’t be as tempted to go to Eddie’s.
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“Well Robin can’t come over. She’s got a date or something. So I guess it’s just you and me.” He says as he places a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of you. “What do you wanna watch first? I just got a tape of The Outsiders. Remember that movie?” 
“Yeah that sounds good. Thanks for the popcorn.” You reach for the bowl as Steve sits down next to you.
Throughout the movie you can feel Steve looking over at you until he finally reaches over to slide his arm around your shoulders. “Hey, I know you’re upset, but just try to forget about Eddie and whatever stupid fight you guys have had.”
“I know, Steve, It’s just really hard. I miss him and I can’t seem to stay away. I keep going over whenever he calls like I’m just some booty call and not his ex-girlfriend of TWO YEARS! It’s like that’s all he wanted me for in the first place!” You put your hands over your face and shake your head.
“Wait. You’re still going over there and sleeping with him? Why would you do that? You’re way too good to be waiting around for his phone calls just so he can get off and leave you upset.” Steve pauses the movie and turns toward you. You didn’t mean to tell him all of that, you’d been telling Steve and Robin that you hadn’t seen Eddie since the breakup. You never told them that you two had been secretly fucking every other night.
“Uh… I mean it’s hard, Steve! We were together for a long time, I can’t just stop seeing him!” You reach for the remote to play the movie again, but Steve grabs your wrist to stop you.
As you look up at him he says, “I know. I’m sure it is hard. But he can’t be that great that you’re still doing…that with him.” Steve’s arm tightens around your shoulders. He’s staring down at you with a look you’ve never seen from him before. His right hand moves from your wrist to your cheek as he brushes his thumb down to your chin.
“I mean…I don’t know.” It’s hard for you to get words out. Steve has been your best friend since you guys were kids. But all of a sudden something feels a little bit more with him. The way he’s looking at you and lightly gripping your chin is making you dizzy. You’ve never thought about him in any other way, but now your heart is beginning to flutter.
Steve notices it too, his eyes go to where his hand rests on your chin before looking back into your eyes. He slowly tilts your chin up and leans down to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. 
You kiss him back before he pulls away and says “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that. I think I just got carried away.” He drops his hands, grabs the remote and flips the movie back on.
“It’s… it’s okay.” You can’t think of anything else to say so you sink back into the couch and continue to watch the movie like nothing happened.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When you get home later that night, you can’t stop replaying that kiss in your head. You’ve never even thought about doing anything like that with Steve. He’s your best friend. You two have practically known each other since you two were in diapers. And besides, he isn’t your type at all. Apparently your type is self obsessed bad boys who break your heart yet still call you up at 1 in the morning. Look where that’s gotten me, you think. Steve is sweet, nice, caring. Everything that Eddie turned out not to be. 
You fall asleep thinking about what would have happened had Steve not come to his senses.
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Steve has been thinking about the kiss since he dropped you off at your apartment. He’s not sure what came over him at that moment. But he does know that he enjoyed it. He knows that he definitely wanted more. But he also knows that you’re his best friend and you’re still getting over that asshole, Eddie Munson. He doesn’t want to force you into anything else.
But he still can’t see what you see in that guy. He didn’t know Eddie that well. They ran in different circles when they were in high school, but he still didn’t notice anything particularly great about the guy. 
And he was so tired of seeing you heartbroken over it. Steve thought you deserved so much more than Eddie.
Steve knew he could make you feel better than Eddie ever could.
Steve continued to think about that kiss as his hand slipped beneath the fabric of his boxers.
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Two days go by before you see Steve again. He’s giving you a ride home from Robin’s house after a girls night.
“You know, you really didn’t have to come pick me up. I would’ve been fine walking home.” You say as you meet him outside.
“I know, but Robin’s is on my way home from work.”
Not much is said on the drive to your house. You’re still thinking about the kiss from the other night and you’re not sure if Steve is thinking about it as well. And if he is, you’re not sure what he’s thinking about it. Does he think it was a mistake? Does he want to do it again? You’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t realize you’ve pulled up in front of your house until you hear Steve saying “Hellooooo. Did you hear me? I asked if you were okay with me coming in and hanging out for a while?”
“Oh. Um. Absolutely, that’s totally fine.” Both of you got out of the car and walked into your small apartment. “So uh, what did you want to do?” You weren’t sure why you were this nervous. You felt like the dynamic between you and your best friend had completely changed since the other night, yet Steve seemed perfectly normal.
“I was actually just wanting to talk to you. You know, make sure you’re doing okay? After that fight with Eddie?” Steve sat down on your small sofa and kicked his shoes off.
You sat down next to Steve, taking your shoes off as well. “Yeah, actually I’m doing a lot better. He hasn’t called since the fight which helps too. I’ve still thought about calling him though.”
Steve just stares at you. You recognize the look on his face as the same one from the other night. The look right before you kissed you. You’re trying not to get your hopes up that it’ll happen again, but your heart is beating a thousand beats per minute. Finally, he says “Look, I hate seeing you like this. I know you two were together for a long time, but he doesn’t deserve you. He never has. He took you completely for granted.”
You weren’t sure what to say. Steve continued, inching closer to you, “I guess I just don’t see what’s so great about Eddie.” He placed his hand on top of your thigh and slowly inched his other hand along the tops of your shoulder. He said what he’d been thinking about the other night. “I bet I could make you feel better than he ever did.” Steve tilted your head up once again and kissed your lips. Rougher than the first time, but still tender. He didn’t pull away this time. 
You reached up to grab his face in your hands, kissing him with more force. Steve took hold of your hips, pulling you onto his lap before running his hands through your hair. The two of you were holding so tightly onto each other it was almost painful.
You were the first to pull away, gasping for breath. “Are we… is this…” the words died on your lips as you noticed the way Steve was looking at you with lust filled eyes.
“It’s okay. Let me make you feel good. Let me make you forget about him.” Steve lifted you up and sat you down on the couch, pushing your legs open so he could kneel between them. He peppered kisses from your neck to the top of your jeans. He began unbuttoning your pants and slipping them off of you as he looked up at you through his long lashes. He pulled down your panties and tossed them to the side before trailing his fingers around your swollen clit.
You almost couldn’t believe what was happening. Steve Harrington, your best friend, was on his knees with his face dangerously close to your core. Steve Harrington was rubbing circles on your sensitive bud. You threw your head back and let your moans escape.
“That’s it, baby.” Steve continued rubbing circles as he leaned forward and inserted his tongue inside your soaking hole. Your hands flew down to grab and pull at his hair and he hummed in response sending vibrations throughout your body.
You almost couldn’t take it anymore, you had to have him now. You were too impatient, too needy, for something you didn’t even know you wanted until right now. “Steve.” you breathed as you pulled him back up to you, foreheads touching.
“Shh.” Steve unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down just enough to release his hard cock. He kissed you one last time, letting his lips linger on yours as he lined himself up with your entrance.
He pushed himself into you slowly, gently, taking his time and relishing the feeling of your walls clenching around him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, moaning into his ear. “God, you feel amazing. I bet I feel better than him.” He said it with a sneer as he pumped in and out of you. You couldn’t respond, you just continued to moan. “Mhm, that’s what I thought.” 
Steve leaned back and started rubbing circles around your clit. You almost couldn’t hold yourself together any longer. The tension that had been building in your stomach was about to explode. “Steve, I- I’m gonna come.” You managed to breathe out in between your moans.
“Come for me, baby, come on.” Steve’s thrusts grow faster as you reach your climax. He puts his hands on your face, the pads of his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks as you come down from your high. “That’s it, sweetheart.” 
He bends forward to kiss your forehead before moving his hands to your hips, gripping them a little too hard. His thrusts grow more erratic as his own climax nears. Steve’s mouth grazes your ear as he continues to pump in and out of you. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” He almost can’t hold himself together any longer. He pumps one last time before pulling out and shooting thick white ropes onto your stomach. He slumps forward laying next to your side and runs his hands through his hair. 
Steve stands up and pulls his jeans back up. He takes his shirt off and wipes your stomach clean before sitting on the couch next to you and pulling you towards him. With your head resting on his chest, you say, “Wow. I…wow.”
You can feel his eyes looking down on you as he brushes his hand through your hair. “I know. I’ve been thinking about you since the other night.”
You nuzzled tighter into his chest, “Do you want to stay the night?”
He chuckles as he picks you up and begins carrying you to your room. “Of course, babe.” He lays you down on your bed and slips under the blankets with you, pulling you to his chest once more. You feel so at home cuddled into Steve’s chest.
“So tired, Steve.” You mumble as your eyes begin to close.
“That’s alright baby, get some rest. We can talk in the morning.”
As you start to drift to sleep you can hear Steve say, “So, did you forget about Eddie?”
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shieldofiron · 7 months
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Robin's regretting helping Steve and Billy get together now.
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Robin kinda regretted ever asking Steve this
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harrywavycurly · 22 days
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Did we end up telling Steven we stayed at Eddie’s when he came and saved us from our ex? How did he react to that😂
Hiii babes!! Yes you told Steven all about it and I’ll happily give you that conversation!💖
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“You brought donuts?” “Yeah? You like donuts still right?” “Yes Steven I like donuts but…you only bring me food when you feel bad about something…” “what? That’s…..totally…true…yeah yeah I do..I do…do that don’t I?” “Yes so what do you feel bad about? Also do you want coffee?” “Yes to the coffee and uh…well I just feel shitty about not being there the other-” “You don’t need to feel bad about that Steven we’ve talked about this already.” “I know but still…just eat the donuts so I’ll feel better okay?” “Okay.” “So…what we haven’t talked about is what happened after Eddie showed up…” “Oh well…he uhm might have taken me back to his place-” “oh my god you slept with him? after he saved you from your psychotic ex boyfriend?” “What? No I didn’t sleep with him but even if I did what’s the issue with that? We don’t sex shame in this friendship Mr. Slutty Steven Andrew Harrington.” “Sorry…I didn’t mean for it to sound like that it’s just…I was shocked that’s all…you know I’m all for you uh having…relations with Eddie whenever…you want.” “Thanks…but I spent the night in his guest bedroom.” “Is it nice?” “So nice…it’s bigger than my bedroom here.” “Really?…how was the bed?” “Comfy but not too comfy where you feel like you’re on a marshmallow.” “Sheets?” “Soft…like probably real Egyptian cotton kinda soft.” “Jesus…you’re making me want to visit Eddie’s guest bedroom.” “I’d highly recommend it…or at least the one I stayed in.” “He has more than one?” “He has five bedrooms but one is an office.” “Did you snoop or did he give you a tour?” “He gave me a tour the night before when he cooked me dinner.” “He..cooked you dinner and gave you a tour of his fucking castle and you didn’t tell me?” “Sorry I was going to but then you weren’t at work and then the whole William thing happened.” “It’s fine…so…have you two…kissed yet?” “Not yet but I fully intend on finding out if he wants to kiss me or not the next time I see him.” “When will that be?” “We have a date tonight.” “I expect a call the moment you get home.” “Of course.” “Good…well I gotta get to work but have fun tonight and tell Edward I said hello and I’m still waiting on my reward for setting the two of you up.” “Yeah…I’ll be sure to tell him…bye Steven have a good day at work!”
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love-strawberry · 2 years
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wish i hated you instead
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summary : it was hard being in love with your best friend especially when your friends were meddling and your 'adopted' kid spilled the beans.
pairing : steve harrington x reader
warnings : language, angst
author's note : hey hey hey!! my first time writing for steve bby, hope i do him justice!! also listen to back to friends by lauren spencer-smith for feels, it really vibes with this!! get ready for hella angst <3
also, spoiler free!!
tagged : @ateliefloresdaprimavera @taken-by-the-wind @freaky-dcaky
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y/n y/l/n had a lot of regrets in her life and having this conversation with her best friend was the biggest one.
"all i'm saying is, just ask her, okay? subtlety, alright? subtlety."
y/n sighed frustratedly as she rolled her eyes and stacked the last of the cassettes on the stand.
"steve. steve. steveee," y/n dragged out the 'e' as she looked him in the eye, hands on his shoulders. "she has a boyfriend. boy-friend. not a friend who is a boy, a boy who she is more than friends with, yeah? and the last time i checked, she's happy with him, he's happy with her, they're both happy with eachother and everyone's fucking happy. let's not ruin that, shall we?"
"i know that, okay?" steve said irritated, "but these past few days have been different. like she's looking at me with this look and lemme tell you, its not friendly. and like, i just wanna know. if she's not into me, i'll move on."
"and if she is?" y/n questioned, already knowing the answer.
"then," steve pointedly avoided her stare, choosing to look at the cassettes, "we'll see."
"no, we won't, okay?" y/n said, moving to stand behind the counter, steve on the opposite side of it. "cause we are not doing anything. i'm not asking her, okay? move the fuck on. you spent weeks if not months getting over her, you can't ruin that by getting back with her. what happened to your character development the past few years?"
"character development-?" steve asked, puzzled.
"that's all you got from that?!"
"i wasn't focusing on that- that speech!"
"i fucking swear, steven-" y/n began again only to be cut off by steve.
"look, just ask her okay? vaguely. tell her that you've been noticing the way she's been looking at me, and you just wanna know, 'kay?" steve pleaded, watching her with eyes filled with desperation.
y/n wanted to say no, she really wanted to. but when he looked at her with those puppy eyes, she found herself unable to say anything. she couldn't possible have said that she liked, no- loved him. not when he liked someone else and that someone was not her. it couldn't be her.
she was his best friend. that's all.
he was there for her.
she was there for him.
she loved him.
he did love her.
just not in the way she desparately wanted him to.
and which is why y/n found herself surprised after agreeing.
"...yes," y/n sighed, the weight on her chest suddenly feeling like a ton. "i will talk to her, just once. and if she doesn't reciprocate," she air-quoted the word 'reciprocate', "anything, you'll move on."
"yes! yes! and yes. i will," steve pumped his fist into air, running around the counter to hug y/n.
"yeah, yeah. you can let go of me now. and stand at least 3 feet away from me, you know human contact makes me wanna vomit," y/n said, but she loved the hugs steve gave.
"i swear to god, y/l/n," steve grinned at her with his stupid, charming and adorable grin, "you're the best."
"i know," y/n said, smiling when she turned to organise the things on the counter.
"no, seriously," steve protested, "like the best. i know i make you do all this all the time, but like thank you. i love you and you're my best friend. and i'm so lucky for that."
y/n ignored the sting in her chest at his words but smiled sincerely at him when she turned back.
"of course, steve. i'd do anything for my best friend."
so yeah, y/n had a lot of regrets in her life. and not telling her best friend how she felt probably topped the list.
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"you know, you're like the most stupid person i've ever met."
"thanks, robin," y/n said dryly as she picked at her nails. "that's exactly what i wanted to hear."
"no, like, the fuck. what the hell, y/n/n," robin exclaimed as she looked at her best friend in disbelief. "you had the perfect opportunity to tell that dingus how you felt. the opportunity was wrapped in gold with candy around it, why the fuck didn't you take it?"
"it was just an opportunity, alright," y/n rolled her eyes. "not a perfect one. how could i've told him that i liked him when he told me that he liked someone else and wanted me to talk to them? like how?"
"first off, love, not like. you love him. second, you should've told him," robin spoke again after taking a pause. "and even if you didn't, you should've told him that you weren't gonna talk to nancy. it's gonna break your heart of she says that she likes him. you know that, don't you, babe?"
"i do, robin, i do," y/n sighed tiredly. "it's just, i think he really likes nancy, hell, even love. and i don't wanna ruin that. i don't wanna ruin him and i. he's been my best friend since forever and i can't lose him, no. i'd rather keep it to myself just so i can keep him. otherwise, i'd lose him. and i can't have that."
robin looked at y/n with such sad eyes that y/n wanted to cry. she was pathetic, she knew that. and it was anyone else, she would've moved on already. she would've never been this hung over someone. but steve wasn't just anyone, he was steve harrington. her steve.
he was the one who walked to her in pre-school and offered her his crayons when she broke hers. he was the one who took her to middle school dance when her crush didn't ask her. he was the one who spent days looking for white roses in hawkins when she mentioned that she loved them.
and just like that, y/n fell in love at the age of 12 and here she was, at 19, still dealing with it.
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"y/n!"
y/n looked up from her book to see nancy waving at her from across the cafeteria.
"hey nancy!"
the wheeler girl sat next to her, placing her tote bag on the table.
"steve said that you wanted to talk to me?" nancy questioned as she pulled out her book out of her bag.
"he did?" y/n asked confused, but then she looked behind nancy.
and there was steve, waving his hands wildly as he gestured toward nancy.
y/n shot him a glare but smiled when she looked at nancy, who was visibly confused.
"he did, yeah," y/n said, internally panicking. "yeah, i wanted to talk to you. about... steve."
"yeah, what about him?" nancy asked, looking intrigued.
"well, you know, you're my best friend. and steve's my best friend," y/n said, carefully, "and i've just been noticing that- that you've started hanging out more with him and like, i don't know, maybe i'm reading too much into it, but do you like him? i know you and him have history and it's completely okay if you do, just what about jonathan? he's my friend too and you're both my friends, you and steve, and i don't want any of you to get hurt-"
"y/n!" nancy interrupted, "i'm just hanging out more with steve because you've been busy with your clubs and it's not like i don't like him. i do. but not in that way. i'm happy with jonathan and i love him. i do love steve but in a platonic way. and it's okay, i see where you're coming from. if i was in your place, i would've thought the same thing, okay? you're fine. and no, i don't like steve romantically."
"okay, yeah. yeah, yeah, yeah," y/n said, her heart feeling fluttery, feeling her chest lighten in days. she wondered if this made her horrible person.
"but i know that you do like him."
"what? what-what? huh?" y/n looked uncomfortable as she looked anywhere but at nancy. "what makes you think that?"
"um, hello?" nancy waved her hand in front of y/n's eyes, "you. like. steve. you always give him your pringles, claiming that you don't like them. you love them. you used be at all his games in high school, every single one. you're always at his door, whenever he needs you. you don't like him, y/n/n, no. you love him. and i'm pretty sure he loves you too."
"you-you think so?" y/n asked as she looked at y/n with so much hope in her eyes that nancy wanted to hug her. "it's just, he hasn't said, done or even indicated towards feeling anything towards me. i just- don't know."
"hey," nancy said gently as she moved to hold her hand in hers, "he loves you, y/n. i'm sure he does. and if he doesn't, it's his loss. you're an amazing woman and anyone will be so lucky to call you 'mine'. you get me? you should tell him. you'll feel better if you do. and you'll get closure if he doesn't reciprocate."
"yeah, yeah," y/n said as she squeezed nancy's hand. "i'll talk to him. i will, i promise."
"tell me how it goes, 'kay?" nancy said as she stood up any hugged y/n rightly before going back to the editor's room.
after a while, y/n too stood up to make her way to hellfire club to give mike, dustin, lucas and eddie their lunch.
she walked sluggishly, having steve on her mind.
just like always.
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"hey y/l/n!'
y/n sighed, closing her eyes, wishing that when she opened them, she would be alone in the store.
"open your fucking eyes."
"steve," y/n greeted him flatly.
"y/n," steve mimicked her tone. "did you talk to nancy? you did. what'd she say?"
"she said- well, she, um-," y/n stumbled over her words. afterall, it wasn't everyday that you had to tell your best friend that their ex didn't like them back. "look, steve-"
"is it bad?" steve frowned. "oh, my god. it's bad, isn't it? i knew she didn't like me. i knew it. ugh! god, i was so stupid."
"hey," y/n spoke gently, coming across the counter to make him look at her, "you aren't stupid, okay? she said that she got where i was coming from, you know. like me asking about you and her and that it's okay. it's just, she's happy with jonathan and she likes you steve. just not- not romantically. i am sorry."
"no, you have nothing to apologise for," steve said, looking at her, "it's me who should be sorry. i just- like i spent months getting over her and i don't- i don't even know why i hoped she liked me. i just, i think i was way too desparate to have someone be there for me, you know. like a significant other or some shit. and i just completely blew it out of proportion. and i'm sorry, y/n."
"it's okay, steve," y/n smiled at him, "it's okay. what do you say, wanna have a movie night? just the two of us? robin is out with vicky tonight, so it'll be just us. if not, that's completely fine-"
"yeah, let's have a movie night," steve smiled back. "it's been so long, and i missed this tradition of ours."
"same."
they kept looking at eachother for a few seconds before steve wrapped his arms around y/n abruptly, making her jump before she hugged him back. just a tightly.
steve sighed softly as he tightened his grip on her and y/n rubbed his back comfortingly. the two stayed like that for at least 3 minutes and would've stayed there for more of not for the bell that signalled a customer's arrival.
or in this case, dustin's arrival.
"steve! y/n! you forgot to pick me up, again! like what the actual fuck, you guys? i cannot believe you both-" dustin stopped in the middle of his hissy fit as he took in y/n and steve.
both of them were looking anywhere but at dustin, clearly embarassed that he caught them like that. dustin kept looking at them dumbfounded before he found his voice back and nothing could've prepared y/n and steve for whatever sentences he spoke next. nothing.
"oh. my. god. i cannot believe it, you guys are together! i've been waiting for this for so long. i thought i'd grow old waiting for you to get together," dustin exclaimed as he waved his hands around speaking so fast that it took a moment for the words to register in the adults' brain.
"no! we're not together-"
"what the fuck, henderson-"
dustin paid them so heed as he continued to speak fast and wave his arms around to punctuate.
"...so, y/n. guess you finally told him how you felt huh? fucking finally! i was getting so irritated listening to you whine about steve like nancy, steve being oblivious as fuck or steve having a-fucking-mazing hair," dustin grinned at them, having no idea the damage his words caused.
"what?" steve whispered as he looked dumbly at y/n and dustin and back at y/n.
"what the actual fuck, dusty?" y/n glared at the kid, not actually being mad cause that kid didn't know.
"oops?"
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"i'm sorry, okay?!"
"why- why didn't you tell me? why?" steve glared at y/n. "i thought so secrets between us? that was just bullshit now, wasn't it?"
"hey, i never lied to you. i just didn't tell you how i felt because i thought you didn't like me back. and i was clearly right about it," y/n said, swallowing the lump in her throat. it was getting harder to fight without bursting in tears and she didn't wanna do that in front of steve.
"and what about nancy? was it the truth? that she didn't like me back or was it something you cooked up because of your embarassing crush on me?" steve spoke harshly, not realising what he had said until it was too late.
"i'd never do that! i want you to be happy, steve. i do. and i'm not gonna lie about who likes you or who doesn't just cause i like you," y/n said, her voice so soft because she knew, if she raised it, it'd crack and she'd cry.
"why do you like me? why do you have to like me? why couldn't it be anyone else, huh? why the fuck does it have to be my best friend?" steve said as he threw his hands up in the air.
the two were in steve's room, having closed up the store early and driving up to his house in cold silence.
y/n had left reluctantly with steve after assuring dustin countless times that she wasn't mad at him. she was dreading the conversation that was gonna take place and rightfully so.
they were standing face to face, steve's face red from anger, y/n's gaze down because she couldn't bare to look at him.
"i'm sorry. i-i really am sorry," y/n spoke after a while. "i like you, steve. you're my best friend and i wanted it to be more. and i'm sorry that you had to find out this way but i'm not sorry for liking you."
steve looked at her and sat on his bed. he ran his through his hair, sighing frustratedly.
"i think you should go."
y/n's heart skipped several beats when steve uttered those words, questions running through her mind.
what did it mean for them? was their friendship over? did y/n lose him? was steve never gonna talk to her again? did he hate her?
"look, steve," y/n said, not bothering to hide the tears at bay in her eyes, "i don't wanna lose you over my feelings. i'll get over them, i swear. just- just please, you were my first friend. i can't lose you."
steve didn't look at her.
"you should go, y/n."
y/n looked at the carpeted floor before nodding softly.
"yeah, of course," y/n spoke, moving towards the door. "take care of yourself, steve. please."
just in case she won't be around to do anymore. just in case they lose eachother, if they haven't already.
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Cherry Wine. aka - Cherry, Part Two.
everything feels like love when you're drunk... right?
pairing - bestfriend!steve harrington x female reader
warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol consumption. characters who wouldn't even recognise their own feelings if they smacked them in the face.
word count - 3k
author's note - I love it when people walk each other home... if you couldn't tell. I think some of our most honest conversations happen on the street at 3am. thank you so much for all the love on Cherry!! I hope you enjoy this part two. friends to lovers might just be my favourite trope ever. it gets me everytime :(.
as always, if you enjoyed, please reblog!! reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics <3. thanks, angels.
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His eyes are glued to you.
They have been since he watched you pour just a little too much cherry vodka into your red plastic cup.
He keeps trying to catch your gaze across the smoky room, multicoloured lights clouding his vision. There's some sort of punk song playing through a stereo system somewhere, the beat of the guitar thumping through the wooden floorboards and into Steve's bones.
You're laughing, head thrown back at something Eddie has said. He's funny, Steve thinks. But not that funny. He watches carefully, refraining from intervening right up until the moment you almost trip over your own foot and into the curly haired boy. Steve's moving across the room before he can even process it.
"Cherry," he teases, hand snaking around your waist to hold you upright. "You okay?"
You turn in his hold to throw your arms around his neck, looking up at him with big doe eyes.
"Stevie."
You say his name so sweet that he stumbles and almost takes you down with him.
"You okay?" you giggle.
"I'm good. You good?"
"I'm good."
You sway with him for a second, closing your eyes and revelling in the warmth of his hands on the bare skin of your waist.
"You're a little tipsy, huh?"
"Just a little."
"You wanna go home?"
You chew on your lip for a moment, weighing up your options.
"Can we go to your place? I don't wanna face my parents like this."
Steve leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, brushing the hair back from your face.
"Of course. Let's go, hm?"
"Let me grab my jacket. I'll meet you by the door."
You slink off upstairs, leaving Steve alone with Eddie.
"Just friends," Eddie mocks under his breath quietly.
"What?"
"Nothin'."
Steve stares at his friend with a brow quirked, stormy look on his face.
"All I'm sayin' is - I don't look at my best friend like that. Don't hold 'em like you just did. Don't have sleepovers either."
"I've known her since we were kids. It's different."
"I've got friends I've known since kindergarten. I don't kiss them on the forehead."
"I wouldn't put it past you," Steve mumbles, finished with the conversation. "Whatever, man. You don't get it."
"Oh, I get it. You're in love. Steve and Cherry, sitting in a tree-"
"Don't call her that."
"See? You're defensive over her nickname, because you gave it to her. Don't be an idiot, Steve. Life's too short."
"Yours will be, if you don't shut up."
Eddie takes that as his cue, shaking his head as he leaves to go and complain about the music choice.
Steve meets you outside, chuckling when he sees you shivering as you hold your jacket.
"Cherry, put your coat on. You're freezing."
You look up at him, slightly bewildered, and he fights to keep the smile off his face. Taking it from your hands, Steve slips the jacket around your shoulders, hands skimming up your arms to warm you.
"Better?"
"Better."
You slip your hand into his and begin to walk away from the noise, finally taking a deep breath when you're down the street.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," you reply, nudging him with your shoulder. "Feet hurt though. Fuckin' shoes."
You both stop, Steve kneeling down in front of you to unbuckle your heels. You look at him questioningly and he winks, cheeky and full of love.
He slips them off your feet and sits down on the curb, taking his sneakers off and gesturing for you to step into them.
"No, Steve. I chose to wear these, it's my own fault."
"I know, and they looked cute. But now you're going to wear these."
You step into the shoes reluctantly, holding back tears when he kneels and ties your laces tightly. Rising to his feet, he presses a kiss to your forehead before intertwining your fingers again, picking up your heels with his other hand.
You're both quiet, as you walk. Neither of you needs to say anything. It's always been this way. Steve's not good with silence usually, but with you, it's more than comfortable. Sometimes, you'll sit for hours in his bedroom doing your own things, content to just know the other person is there.
"Minnie Lawson kept asking about you tonight."
You try to keep the disdain from your voice as best you can, praying Steve doesn't pick up on it.
He does. He doesn't mention it.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
You keep walking, smiling occasionally when you catch sight of Steve's socked feet next to yours.
"What did she say?"
You mentally kick yourself for bringing it up, but take a deep breath and tell him anyway.
"Kept asking if you were single."
"And what did you say?"
"Told her she needed to ask you herself and that I'm not your secretary."
Steve cackles at this, loud and endearing. The sound makes you grin, whether you want to or not.
"Shit, Cherry baby. What did the girl ever do to you?"
"I didn't mind when she asked the first couple times, but the more she drank, the more she forgot. She couldn't remember if she'd already asked so kept asking again."
He laughs again, squeezing your hand where it still holds his tightly.
"She didn't talk to me."
"Didn't think she would."
He looks at you for a moment too long, your eyes meeting the floor to avoid his gaze.
"Mikey was asking about you tonight, you know."
You'd had a crush on Mikey in ninth grade, the summer after he'd gotten tall and started to look less like four walking limbs and more like a man. He was a nice guy, if not a little boisterous sometimes.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Said you looked pretty. Wanted to know if you were still with the Douchebag."
You chuckle at the hatred in Steve's voice at the mention of your ex boyfriend.
"And you said..."
"That he was in the wind, thankfully."
"Dodged a bullet with that one."
You lean into his arm, savouring the warmth of his skin you can feel through your jacket and his long sleeve shirt.
"Mikey wants to ask you out."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. Is that so hard to believe? You're a catch, you know."
"I don't know. Boys like Mikey never look at me, usually."
"I look at you."
Your breath hitches in your chest. It's like your heart has forgotten how to beat.
"Yeah," you whisper. "But you're Steve."
After a moment, you add,
"My Steve."
You rest your head onto his bicep, still clutching his hand. He leans down to press a kiss into your hair, resting his cheek there for a moment.
"You're worlds apart from boys like Mikey, Steve. He's nice, but he's not you."
You're not sure where all this sudden truth is coming from, but you're wondering if the cherry vodka has maybe hit you a little harder than you first thought.
"And you and Minnie Lawson aren't even in the same league. You've got nothing to worry about."
You both process Steve's words, before he starts stuttering.
"I mean, not that you, not that - it's not like you were worried, I'm sure. I bet you weren't. I just mean... you know what I mean, right?
Thankfully, you do.
"I know what you mean. I always do."
He stops walking, turning to face you on the sidewalk, hand never dropping yours. You're not sure where you are, but you know Steve knows. He'll keep you safe. Always.
"Okay," he breathes.
"Okay," you breathe.
"I love you," he breathes.
"I love you," you breathe.
"I don't want you to date Mikey Carter," he breathes.
"I don't want you to date Minnie Lawson," you breathe.
You both inhale deeply, following the other person's lead.
"I can't stop thinking about the other night," Steve whispers, so quietly you'd have missed if it you weren't so in tune with him.
Your lungs constrict for a second, all the air leaving you at once.
"Me neither."
You're stood in the street whispering to each other, frightened you'll burst the bubble you've accidentally created.
"I feel bad," you confess.
"Why, honey?"
"Because I... I didn't return the favour. I just let you get into bed and fall asleep. Sorry."
Steve's hands come up to cradle your face, eyes searching yours as if he's reading his favourite book.
"I didn't want you to. I told you, it wasn't about me, it was about you. I didn't... I didn't initiate it so I could get something in return."
"Sorry."
"Stop apologising, Cherry. You've got nothing to apologise for."
"Sorry," you reply without thinking, causing both of you to double over into fits of laughter.
Steve wipes the happy tears from your cheeks, gaze never leaving yours. You look at each other for a moment, feeling the atmosphere shift. The world could collapse around you both, and neither of you would notice. It's just you and Steve. Nothing more, nothing less.
He leans in gently, pressing his lips to yours in a featherlight kiss. He tastes like beer and spearmint.
"You're wearing your lipbalm."
"You've been chewing your gum."
He chuckles, kissing you again softly.
"You wanna go home?"
"Please. You're in your socks, and I look like a clown."
He looks at your feet and laughs, the sound much too loud for the early hours of a Sunday morning.
"Let's go, Cherry baby. My warm bed awaits us."
The stars guide you home hand in hand, Steve stealing the occasional kiss when you happen to be looking in his direction. You kick off his shoes by the door, running straight up the stairs to change out of your uncomfortable dress. Steve stops by the kitchen to grab you both a glass of water, bounding up after you and spilling half the liquid in the process.
He stops in the doorway when he reaches his room, breath caught in his throat. You're stood in just your panties, bare back to him, rifling through his drawers to find the soft grey shirt you always steal.
It's a sight he's seen before. Something is different this time.
"Where is it?" you ask, not turning around.
You know he's there. You know he knows what you're looking for.
This is what love is, he thinks suddenly. The knowing. The unknowing. The knowing that the other person knows. The other person knowing that you know. Unspoken knowledge.
"Bottom drawer, left," he chokes out. "Washed it."
You slip it on and turn around, pouting. The boy quirks a brow at you in question.
"Doesn't smell like you. Smells like your detergent, but not you. Will you wear it, when I leave?"
"Yeah," he chuckles, fighting the blush from rising across his chest. "Anything you want, baby."
Steve shrugs off his clothes, slipping on a fresh pair of boxers before sliding into his side of the bed. You're in the bathroom, humming a tune that he can't quite place but knows he heard tonight. He watches you through the open door as you sway gently, ready to jump up and catch you if need be. You pee with the door still open, and Steve chuckles. It's like you've been married for twenty years.
"Can you please turn the fan on? I'm hot."
"Anything for you, Cherry Pie."
You jump into your side of the bed, sitting up to face the boy next to you. It might be 3am, but you're both wide awake, veins buzzing with endless possibility.
"I've been thinking," you murmur quietly.
"Never a good sign."
"Shut up."
You both laugh, and you can't help but grin. What a miracle, you think. To be alive at the same time as a boy like Steve Harrington. To know him. To love him.
"Will you let me return the favour?"
It's a vague question, but Steve knows exactly what you're asking. He chokes on his breath, tilting his head to look at you.
"Babe, you don't have to-"
"-I want to. So badly."
Steve inhales deeply, willing himself to calm down.
"I don't have to, if you don't want me to. But I can't stop thinking about the way you'd taste."
The boy thinks he's died and gone to heaven. Dreaming, maybe.
"Honey... fuck."
Steve nods, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Please. Jesus."
He's breathing so frantically, you're worried he might pass out. The last thing you need is your best friend unconscious.
"Breathe, Stevie. It's just me and you."
"Me and you."
"Always."
He comes back down to Earth, so you lean in to kiss him, all tender and cherry flavoured. Tangling your fingers into his hair, you push him backwards so he's leaning against the headboard. You straddle his hips, plush lips pressing into his neck, his chest, his collarbones. Steve's practically melting, a puddle of love and affection beneath you.
"Let me take care of you," you whisper into his ear, and who is he to deny you when you ask so sweet?
You crawl down his body until you're situated between his legs, thick thighs bracketing you in. You kiss along the inside of the muscle, nipping as you go and revelling in the way he jumps and hisses. It's nice to be the one in charge for once.
You scratch your nails along the bulge in his boxers, smirking when his hips buck up into you. You think, for a moment, that you'd happily lie here and tease him like this for hours, just to see when he'd snap. But this isn't the time for games, so you store that thought for another day.
"This still okay?"
"More than okay," he replies, all breathy and ungrounded. You link your fingers with his and squeeze, and all his nerves melt away.
You don't let yourself begin to think about why he's nervous. You know Steve's a ladies man, you know he's done this many times... so why is it different with you? You wonder if maybe you should talk about it afterwards. You're not sure if either of you are ready for that.
Mouthing at him over his underwear, you hum in contentment at his warmth. He's always run hot, every part of him. It's one of your favourite things.
You hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tug them down, throwing them onto the floor somewhere. The room is dimly lit by the lamp on the nightstand, the lightbulb casting shadows across Steve's slightly sweat damp skin. The fan acts as a soundtrack, white noise breaking up the silence.
You look at him and bite your lip, buzzing with anticipation. It's not like you haven't seen each other naked before, but it's different like this.
"Just... tell me what you like or what you don't like as I go along, okay?"
Steve smiles in adoration, running his thumb over your cheekbone gently.
"Okay."
You wrap your hand around him and curl your wrist, holding back a smirk when the boy whines. It's a pretty sound. You'd like to hear it again and again until he loses his voice.
Leaning in, you lick up the length of him, groaning at the salty musk. His taste, his scent, his sounds... it's all so Steve. He's the centre of your universe, everything around you just Steve Steve Steve.
Taking him fully into your mouth, a hand flies into your hair, tangling his fingers. He doesn't move you, just tethers himself to something real, something grounding. You take him as much as you can, working up a rhythm between your tongue and your hand. Steve's breathing as if he's just ran a marathon, chest heaving and lungs burning.
He finds his voice, suddenly.
"Oh fuck, baby."
"Shit, Cherry. Fuck, just like that."
"That's it, atta girl. Perfect girl. My girl."
"Oh, you're so good. So fucking good."
He tenses, fingers tightening in your hair once again.
"So close, baby. Don't stop. Please."
You double down on your efforts, twisting your wrist in that way you've figured out he likes as you hollow your cheeks and suck. The boy sees stars, vision going white.
The noise he lets out as he finishes will be forever engrained in your mind, a never ending symphony that no orchestra could ever recreate.
He goes lax, collapsing back against the bed as you swallow, never breaking eye contact. You stick your tongue out as proof and he groans, deep and gutteral.
"Kiss me," he chokes, too blissed out to move.
You crawl up his body and press your lips to his, squeaking in surprise when he slips his tongue into your mouth to taste himself.
"Filthy," you laugh, resting your forehead against his.
"You love it."
You shake your head, but can't wipe the grin from your face.
"I love you."
"I love you more."
After a second, you giggle.
"What's funny?"
"I'd like to see Minnie Lawson do that."
Steve laughs, loud and melodic in the low light of the room.
"She's got nothing on you, Cherry baby. No one does."
You process the words, heart stuttering in your chest.
"We should talk about this," you whisper.
"We will," he assures, tugging you into him so your head is resting on his chest. "Tomorrow."
Lines have been crossed, lives have been changed, but the stars above your heads remain the same. They'll always guide you back to Steve.
The lamp flickers, the fan hums, the crickets sing their night time lullabies.
The boy leans down to press his lips to yours. He tastes like cherries and every kiss for the rest of your life.
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toomanyacorns · 2 years
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stevieswhore · 8 months
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lavender haze
word count: 1.2k words
think *reader, steve, and eddie are three best friends who are way too touchy to be just friends, and getting high just makes it so much worse...* (aka, steddie shotgun session)
content warnings: getting high & makin out w steddie
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you lay in between steve and eddie, taking a drag from the joint, and holding the smoke in your mouth for a beat before exhaling slowly.
“princess, let me try something..” eddie says, gesturing for you to hand him the blunt as he sits up some.
you look up at him, and feel steve do the same, from his head's place on your chest, with his arm lazily wrapped around you. steve got extra touchy when he was high but you didn’t mind in the slightest.
eddie inhales slowly, while keeping eye contact with you. he motions you forward with his fingers and you quickly catch onto his goal.
you smile and sit up a little, to meet his lips. he holds your cheek and slowly lets the smoke past his lips and into your mouth. you hold it in your mouth and smile at him with heavy eyes.
“mm.. good girl- now give pretty boy a taste..” eddie mumbles with a smirk, jutting his chin up.
your eyes widen slightly as you look down at steve. he's completely out of it but still manages a loopy smile as he gazes up at you. you smile and grab his face, pulling him into you.
his eyes are wide as you press your lips to his and slowly blow the smoke into his mouth. he holds it for a bit before abruptly bursting into a coughing fit, making you giggle as you kiss his temple.
eddie passes you the water bottle to hand to him. steve slowly drinks from it before burrowing his face into your neck.
“good job baby..” you mumble, kissing his hand as he intertwines your fingers.
“alright hey- it was my idea..” eddie teases, rolling his eyes. you look up at him and giggle, making him smile. “cmere eds..” you breathe.
he leans down and kisses you slowly. you feel steve kiss your neck softly and smile. when you pull away from the kiss, you lay down again as eddie cuddles into your side after putting out the joint.
“my boys..” you slur, with a sleepy smile. you feel steve hum against you as eddie smirks again.
“mm.. imagine if nancy n rob caught wind of this one..” he laughs. “i would never hear the end of it..” you groan. steve giggles softly, and hugs you tighter.
“stevie.. let’s go put our pajamas on.. b’fore you fall asleep..” you say gently. “too tired..” he slurs against your neck. you sigh and sit up slightly, so he has to move his head. he groans and finally looks at you with his puppy eyes.
“cmon baby..” you whisper, pushing his hair out of his eyes. he nods and starts to stand up, stumbling in the process. you smile and sit up to help him, feeling eddie’s hand fall down your back as you stand.
the three of you are in steve’s house, so it's easy to find a sleep shirt and sweatpants for all of you.
“here eds..” you say softly, tossing him some pajamas. “thank you princess.” he says with a smile, as he takes his shirt off to start changing.
steve stumbles again and you catch him. “alright.. m gonna help you ok?” you say, looking at his sleepy red eyes. he nods slowly and lets you lift up his polo.
you pull on his sleep shirt and kiss his lips quickly, making him smile. you help him step out of his pants and giggle as he trips a little. you then help him step into his pajama pants, as he holds onto your shoulder to steady himself. you smile when he's successfully dressed.
“there we go..” you coo, kissing him one more time. he smiles against your lips and falls onto the bed, pulling you with him. you giggle and fall on top of him, deepening the kiss a little.
“oh you guys are cute..” eddie teases, only half joking. steve looks up at him and smiles dopily. you kiss his jaw quickly and just watch the two boys have their little stare off.
“why don’t you come down here munson..” steve speaks after a moment, his voice raspy from all the smoke.
oh.
eddie looks taken aback but quickly collects himself with a smirk before moving down to the end of the bed with the two of you.
“what’re you gettin' at, harrington?” he smirks, dangerously close to steve’s face. you just continue to watch as steve pulls him down into a harsh kiss. your eyes widen as you quickly get off of steve, so that eddie could have a better hold of him.
you watch the two makeout sloppily for a little before pushing your hands through eddie’s hair. “alright boys.. now i’m feelin a little left out..” you giggle. eddie is the the first to pull away, to look at you, leaving steve to chase his lips with his own red swollen ones.
eddie looks down at steve again and smirks.
“not bad pretty boy..” he teases. “mm..” steve hums, pulling him back into another kiss. you giggle as they move up the bed a little and eddie pulls you with them.
eddie kisses you passionately and runs his hands up and down you body. you glance down at steve who is just watching you makeout in complete awe.
“baby..” you coo, turning your head to kiss him slowly. he kisses you back hungrily and whimpers softly.
“harrrington you’re so cute when you’re all touchy like this..” eddie says softly, only a hint of teasing in his voice. steve moans softly and intertwines his fingers with eddie’s.
“dy'wanna kiss him?” you ask softly, already knowing the answer. “yeah- yes- please..” he breathes quickly. you turn both of their heads to face each other and look down at them as they smile at each other. “cmere..” eddie whispers, pulling steve in for yet another kiss.
you let them makeout for minutes on end until you both can tell steve is about to pass out from exhaustion.
“alright pretty boy.. time for bed.” eddie breathes, pulling away. steve pouts with those damn puppy eyes and eddie almost gives in, leaning in to give him another quick kiss. then eddie looks up at you as he sits up.
“princess.. go put on some pjs.. can't have you sleeping in that..” he says softly. you nod and kiss him quickly before getting up.
you throw on a big t-shirt and head back into bed after washing your face in steve's bathroom.
eddie is running his hands through steve’s hair as he dozes off and you smile. “aw.. my boys..” you coo, settling in between them. steve shifts slightly until he is comfortable again as eddie wraps his arm around you.
“pass me the water eds..” you whisper softly. he takes a sip and then hands the bottle to you. “stevie.. one more thing before you fall asleep. drink a little water..” you say so softly. he groans into your neck.
“baby c'mon.. please..” you say again. he slowly looks up at you and opens his mouth. you giggle and pour it slowly into his mouth, letting him swallow before pouring some more.
once he's had enough, you pass the bottle back to eddie with a kiss.
“goodnight sweetheart..” he whispers to you. “night baby..” you mumble with a smile.
“g'night pretty boy.” eddie says over you, to steve, reaching over to nudge him softly. “hmm.” steve groans.
eddie winks at you and lays back down. “night stevie..” you whisper, kissing his temple.
he's out.
eddie turns out the light and you quickly pass out in their arms.
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lavendermunson · 1 year
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steve harrington x bookworm!reader
"Are you almost done? I'm hungry" Steve looked at you bouncing his leg, impatient.
"I told you i need to finish this essay, you can go if you want"
"I can wait" He looked at you, heart eyes at the sight of the most beautiful girl he has ever met.
"Just 30 minutes and i'm done" you kept your eyes focused on the book on your hands, making annotations to the pages.
You kept biting your lip, Steve's eyes couldn’t leave your face, your body. He wanted to kiss you, so bad, he wanted to be more than your friend and have you for him, only for him. Forever.
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ronanceisintheair · 2 years
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Boring, stale and unrealistic: Nancy having to pry Robin away from st*ve to go on a date/hang out with her.
Galaxy brain, fresh and realistic: Robin running off with Nancy and just giving Steve one of these 😜
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steddietogo · 1 year
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It’s after s3 and Hop doesn’t die. Instead, one night on his petrol he finds Robin and Steve huddled into the backseat of Steve’s car in the quarry. And he’s like you two better not be having sex in there.
Steve and Robin laugh so hard Hopper just turns around and leaves.
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