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sick days ; satoru gojo

when 8-year-old megumi falls sick, you and your co-parent / maybe-boyfriend go down a rabbit hole.

gojo satoru x gn reader fluff, child-rearing, confessions, mutual pining (reader & gojo are school friends in their early 20s!)

'regret' was a word you have exiled out of your vocabulary.

it was a part of being a new (unwilling) parent to 2 overly intelligent kids, you supposed; you couldn't regret things.

'regret' was a word that would eat away at their little kid brains and latch on to the wormholes of insecurity in their heads, stretching them out and out into big voids that would probably take over their short, sweet lives. (it was like saying you regret anything would instantly equate to you regretting taking them in, and you couldn't have that.)

generally, your journey navigating the raising of toji fushiguro's children after his death wasn't difficult save for the obvious mental health issues he'd inflicted on his young kids. (you hadn't known the extent of it until megumi pretended he wasn't crying when you forgot to pick him up from school once. it was a real eye-opener.)

but it wasn't like you needed to establish authority. megumi and tsumiki generally followed your word and looked up to you- there were no issues there.

the real root of the problems was your silver-tongued and stupid-looking accomplice, gojo satoru.

you'd never regret taking tsumiki and megumi in. you'd never regret the actions you'd allowed gojo to take against their father. the only thing in the world you really did regret was giving gojo satoru your spare house key.

"who wants cake?"

you return from picking up megumi and tsumiki from school to a kitchen that seemed like it'd been through many small explosions. the smell of smoke hung faintly in the air. gojo loomed behind the counter like a bad omen and you scooted the children behind you warily.

"satoru," you began as if you were scolding a petulant and sulking child, "what are you doing in my house again?"

yes, again. because this was the 3rd day in a row gojo had blown off his missions and all his deep, deep piles of shit at jujutsu high to deal with to come harass you.

"why do you look so upset to see me!" gojo whines as his posture drops dramatically. he feigns a sigh with a hand over his heart. in doing this, he drops the skillet (why does he have a skillet when he's making a cake?) on his toe.

instantly, a stream of firey profanities and angry curses spews from his mouth as he hops around clutching his foot. tsumiki covers megumi's ears. he can still hear everything.

"satoru," you hiss, "not in front of the fucking kids, dude."

the tall man rises back up and shrugs, nonchalantly trying to pretend he hadn't basically been rolling around crying a second before.

despite this being a regular tri-weekly occurrence at this point, you still berate gojo. and by berate him, you just curse him out. megumi and tsumiki shuffle out from behind you with their schoolbags, and gojo beckons them toward the kitchen and to him.

"you're so irresponsible, you dumbass!" gojo places a piece of sweet red velvet cake onto a paper plate for tsumiki. he nods to you sweetly, as if encouraging you to keep going.

"why are you always here, burning down my house, when you have mountains of paperwork to do back at the school? you are a grown-ass man child." another slice is served to megumi.

"you need to get out. now." megumi and tsumiki scurry off to their rooms. gojo has emerged from the kitchen now, and he's nodding encouragingly. he's got an apron on and his sunglasses are shoved in his hair and he looks so strangely domestic that you don't bat an eye at first when he comes behind you and massages your shoulders.

"let it out," he says, and you sigh because his hands really do work through the knots in your back, and jesus christ, is there anything he's not good at?

hold on. just what is he doing?

you flip your hand back, effectively smacking him in the face as you storm into your kitchen and start angry-cleaning. you'd like to curse him out some more but you're so embarrassed and flushed and you know gojo well enough to be certain that he'd notice if you spoke.

"let me help you clean." you don't protest as he starts picking up his own mess alongside you, and there it is again: that familiar premonition, that tick in your chest, and that honey-sweet scent you've grown to call in your mind the 'gojo-sense' because it was a sensation you've only observed around him before.

you've known gojo satoru since day 1 of your schooling at jujutsu technical college, and you've known him every day since then, much to your discretion. unfortunately for you, he was one of your closest friends- so close, in fact, that he'd so kindly offered megumi and tsumiki to you after he found (kidnapped???) them post-toji's death.

(you're pretty sure megumi and tsumiki hadn't been kidnapped. you've grown close to them in the year-ish you've been raising them and you think they'd tell you if they were. you think.)

in all your years of knowing gojo, you could count the times you've felt like you truly understood him on one hand. the count lies at 2.

the first time dates back to his very first time trying alcohol. it was almost the end of your 3rd year, and shoko had snagged a bottle to share with your little group.

you remember gojo being pensive about trying it, and trying to bluff his way out. and you remember the confession that followed, that he'd never tried it before. shoko and geto laughed. you don't remember if you did, too, but you remember gojo looking at you hesitantly before he took his first shot.

and then he almost threw up.

again, your other friends laughed and teased, but you were too caught by the question of 'why did he look at you' to bother.

it didn't help that, during this time, you had a major crush on him. it was gone now, though, you swear.

the second time you think you understood gojo satoru was the night of riko amanai's death. it had happened so fast. you remembered his smile and then you remembered his tears as he cried for the first time in front of you. you remember holding him, your best friend, and then you remember not being able to as infinity filtered between your fingers and blocked you from his skin.

that was the night that gojo satoru vowed to never let anyone through his walls again. you would not be an exception. but unfortunately for him, you were already in his secret garden.

so despite you thinking that gojo had closed you out of his inner world forever, he had a place for you all along. you just didn't know.

the two of you remained heavily ingrained in each other's worlds, despite this rift. you were a package deal, and more often than not gojo could only be found when you were nearby, much to your irritation- and much like right now.

"you still need to get out of my house," you grumbled, but with less drive. this is how it goes every day- gojo appears. you try to get him to leave. he does not. you give up. repeat.

"you gave me your key," he reminds, and you're not looking at him but you can hear his smile. "and i could get in without it, anyways. you can't really do much."

"thanks for informing me about how you're a master burglar. i should report you to the cops."

"as if i couldn't take the police," gojo scoffs. you almost smile.

"regardless of whether you could take the police or not," you say, waving a crusty whisk in his face, "you couldn't take me. so you'd better leave."

(you probably couldn't take gojo in a fight. not that he would ever hurt you but there is no competing with the strongest. but he always listens to you, just like he does at this moment.)

"okay, okay, fine," he relents. he finishes helping you clean and is gone in a blink with his stupid little teleportation ability, and you know you're the one who wanted him to leave but you can't help but feel a little empty now that he's gone.

you know he'll be back soon enough, though. and you're proven right because your phone buzzes with gojo's special ringtone and he's already informing you that he'll be home for dinner and to not finish the cake. this prompts you to glance over to the kitchen counter, where said cake was not there.

you blink, before concluding a ghost probably got it. weirder things have happened in your household. you do feel a little sympathy for the ghost's stomach, though- that amount of sugar would be enough to kill them again.

you shrug your shoulders before carrying on with your life, sitting on the living room couch with your laptop to type out a report about some bullshit you don't care about and how it'll affect sorcerers and whatnot.

it's not until you call megumi and tsumiki out of their rooms for dinner do you realize that it was, in fact, not a ghost that had eaten the cake.

tsumiki arrives at the dinner table first, ever-so-polite, helping you set up 4 places (the extra in case gojo made good of his word and dropped by to eat.)

megumi doesn't arrive until a few minutes later, just as you were about to go collect him from his room. he stumbles out of his door like he'd just fought 7 wars consecutively, his face paler than death and his 4-foot self shaking like a leaf in the wind.

he almost slams into you, with the way he staggers through the hallway to the kitchen. he doesn't meet your eyes as he apologizes profusely, flopping onto a chair like a fish.

almost instantly, the poor boy passes out face-first on the table. you and tsumiki exchange a worried look as you press the back of your hand to his forehead, only to feel that megumi was burning up.

"surprise! did you miss me?"

you shoot gojo a glare as he materializes in the kitchen a few feet away. at his loud and rather irritating voice, megumi usually would've woken, being a light sleeper- but the 8-year-old was still knocked out with his face on his plate like it was a pillow.

"satoru, no offense, but could you keep it down?" tsumiki, ever-the-saint and ever-so-helpful, inquired politely. "megumi's sleeping."

at this, gojo furrows his brow, turning his head to the sleeping child.

"oh."

you can almost see the cogs turning behind gojo's thick skull before he asks: "what's wrong with him?"

you blink at him. "connect the dots, dumbass."

tsumiki laughs awkwardly, quickly grabbing her plate of food before speedwalking away to her bedroom, calling out a quick, "i'll be in my room if you need anything!"

you sigh, unable to blame the poor girl. if you had a choice, you wouldn't want to deal with gojo either.

gojo turns back to you with raised brows. "our family is falling apart. our daughter is running away, and our son is dying."

"that wasn't funny in the slightest."

"i think it was."

you exhale, a half-smile forming on your face. "okay then, mr. comedian, could you help get megumi to his bed?"

gojo doesn't need more prompting. he's already carrying megumi like he weighs less than a feather, with a gentleness you often forget he has. you're even more surprised when you see that gojo's hand actually touching the fabric of the boy's clothes- his infinity is off.

you don't mention it, even though you're sure that gojo knows that you've noticed. you try to ignore the way your heart thunders as you watch from the kitchen as gojo carries megumi to his room, observing from afar as he tucks the boy into his sheets carefully and ruffles his hair. you try not to smile like a fool but you think you do a poor job of hiding it.

when gojo returns to the joint kitchen and living room of your apartment, he pulls himself onto the counter next to you to sit, ignoring the various seats at his disposal.

"well, he's sick."

you snort. "yeah, no kidding."

you're still watching megumi's bedroom door but you can feel gojo's gaze land on you, as it often does. "he'll be okay. don't worry about it too much."

a certain softness warms your heart and you release a breath you didn't know you were holding. "yeah. you're right. it's no big deal, he'll be fine."

megumi was not, in fact, fine.

at 6 in the morning, you feel a soft, incessant tapping on your arm. you stir groggily, only to hear a familiar child's voice- megumi's voice.

you sit up, rubbing your eyes as your vision adjusted. you realize you weren't in your bedroom- you were on the living room couch. and gojo satoru was curled up close behind you.

you'll deal with that later, though, because megumi looks like he's on the verge of tears. wordlessly, instantly, you put a hand on his back and kneel down to his eye level. you can see tears welling up in his eyes and concern burns your lungs.

"is everything okay?" your whisper is met by sniffles and you pull the boy into a hug, which he allows, burying his face in your sweatshirt sleeve.

"i'm sorry. i threw up and i don't feel good. sorry."

you might cry too, as you hold him close and rub his back.

"it's okay, don't apologize. i've got you."

at some point, megumi falls back asleep. you hold his sleeping form on your hip as you shake gojo awake. he grumbles and groans until you smack his arm and he stirs.

"what? is everything okay?"

you're almost impressed with how gojo instantly scopes out the situation- from the sleeping, sickly child at your side to your tired, worried expression.

"i have no idea what to do."

you're whispering but you don't have to be, as your guilty confession tumbles out. you're hardly 20 and your child who you got roped into raising is sick. you could hardly function properly yourself, and then you became a parent-ish, and then your kid got sick. to say you were stressed was an understatement.

gojo blinks. you think he understands the weight of your words because he stands swiftly, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"i'm not sure either," he whispers back, "but we can figure it out."

the two of you devise a plan, consisting of googled remedies from mom blogs and random doctor's offices, and gojo's childhood experiences with getting sick.

while he cleaned megumi's room (a task you'd assigned him, seeing as you were already holding megumi and didn't want to wake him, and not because you just really didn't want to), you shuffled through your kitchen to riffle through cabinets and drawers, in search of flu medications, cough drops, or anything that might help.

ultimately, all you came up with were bandages, gauze, and iodine- the lifeblood of a jujutsu sorcerer. you sigh, fighting the urge to slam your head into the wall.

gojo shows up next to you, running a hand through his hair. you'd be flustered if you weren't so irate.

"nothing?"

"nope."

gojo sighs and you're reminded for a second about how scary this must be for him, too. he's only your age, and just as powerless as you. helplessness is not a feeling he must encounter often, so it must be particularly awful when it happens.

you almost feel bad for him, but then a playful grin cracks his face, and he pulls out jingling car keys from his sweatpant pockets.

you narrow your eyes. "oh, no. you are not driving anywhere, not at this time of day. it's still dark out."

gojo clicks his tongue and starts walking to the door. "i'm not driving. we are. think of it as... a road trip! i think i have some medication at my place."

you wave your hand in the air dismissively. "just.. teleport us there, or something? i'd rather die than drive with you again."

"i told you! i'm a good driver! i was just messing with you!"

"you crashed your car into a tree, satoru."

you startle yourself with your use of his first name, but you don't think he notices because he bounces right back.

"it was funny!"

you shake your head. "not happening."

"i can't teleport us."

"why not?"

gojo looks a little guilty at this. you soften. "i don't really trust myself with my abilities anymore. i don't know. it's kind of stupid."

"no, it's not stupid. i mean, i trust you," you try hesitantly, "but if you don't, we can drive."

you put aside your fears of gojo behind the wheel and you're glad you do because he looks at you in a way that makes you feel like the only person alive. "i'm a good driver. swear."

gojo is, to your surprise, not a horrible chauffeur. unlike the first time and last he drove you somewhere, there are no crashes or screaming or anything of the sort.

the streets are quiet with only the occasional car buzzing past. you don't think you've been to gojo's apartment. yours has been the go-to spot for whenever he or shoko would want company.

it's almost a calm ride, with gojo steering wordlessly and megumi snoring softly in the backseat. you're honestly impressed he hasn't woken up yet. you thrum your fingers against the dashboard, pulling one leg underneath you as you sat.

"we're here," gojo states. you glance at him drowsily from the corner of your eye, watching him leave the car and head to the backseat to retrieve megumi. your follow suit and leave the car, gazing up at the towering, swanky apartment building before you.

"this is so above my pay grade," you breathe, "are you sure they'll allow us commoners in here, my liege?"

gojo laughs softly, "no. you might have to wait out on the curb."

the building's lobby is a boring beige, with glass chandeliers providing a dim white light. it feels plasticky and stuffy and you're a little afraid to touch the elevator's buttons because you don't want to break them.

gojo's apartment is no better. the decor is minimalistic, and it hardly looks lived in. the only signs of life are the coffee mugs in the sinks and the jars of candies on top of the fridge.

his apartment might be big and high-end, but it feels so devoid of life, and you suddenly realize why gojo spends most of his time at your place.

it might be small and cluttered but it's warm, and cozy, and lived-in, and god knows that's what gojo needed. you can't imagine how isolated he must be in everyday life. your heart aches.

gojo sets megumi down on the couch with the gentleness of an angel, not that it was needed because in his current state, the boy could sleep through 12 nuclear explosions and then some.

wordlessly, gojo beckons you to follow him to a room situated at the end of the hallway. it's big and just as empty as the previous rooms, with only a dresser and a bed pushed into separate corners.

gojo rustles through the dresser drawers, presumably in search of medicine, but your gaze wanders to something else- the only real decor you've seen in the house.

there are two framed photographs sitting on top of his dresser. you take one in your hands, squinting to make out the image in the dark. you recognize it as yourself, laughing and looking behind the camera. geto and shoko are in the background, walking together on the pier.

you remember this day. it was the last mission of your first year at tokyo jujutsu high, and the four of you had decided to go out and get ice cream. it had begun to rain, but you hadn't cared. in the photo, your hair was clinging to your face but your smile was bright.

you remember the joy of that day more than anything. apparently, gojo did too, because he kept this photo despite it being years in the past.

the second frame contains a blurry photograph. you can't tell what it is at first, but after staring for a moment you realize: it's megumi, you, and tsumiki. megumi is younger in this somehow, despite the fact that it must have only been a few months ago. he's sprawled across your lap, and you just know that he would hate this picture.

tsumiki is sitting on the floor with you attentively, listening to you, as you show her something on your phone. she's smiling and looking at you with such reverence and admiration, and you feel a strange sort of pride.

you put the photo down and feel gojo staring at you. you turn to him, and he holds up a blue bottle- ibuprofen. "i get headaches."

you blink at him. "i like these pictures."

he smiles awkwardly. "yeah, me too."

and maybe it's the fact that it's encroaching on 7 in the morning, and you're delusional from the stress, and maybe this is a bad decision but you turn back to the pictures and smile and say, "i used to have a huge crush on you back in school. like, around when this picture was taken."

gojo doesn't react, staring at your hand as you point to the photo taken in high school. it's silent for a few moments before he speaks. "that's funny, y'know, because i liked you in this one."

you blink as he gestures to the recent photo. you laugh.

"you're so lame. how do you manage to always have the stupidest pick-up lines?"

you wait for gojo to laugh with you, but he keeps looking at you, and you cease your laughter.

"satoru? is everything okay?"

he takes a minuscule step closer and suddenly you're hyperaware of everything- your heartbeat, his face, your skin, you can feel it all.

"i wasn't joking," he says.

"oh."

you feel your heart thunder in your throat. gojo's eyes stare into yours and you look back into his and you have never been more lost for words than you are right now.

gojo takes your silence as a cue to continue.

"i liked you then, and that hasn't changed. you've been with me through basically everything. i don't know how to say this," he fumbles over his words now and you're reminded that you were only a teenager a few years ago, "but you make me feel less alone than i ever have."

if you were to speak at this moment, you wouldn't be sure what would come out of your mouth. so you place your hands on either side of gojo's face and plant a chaste kiss on his lips.

it's brief and easy, and it's over before gojo's fully processed what's happened.

but apparently, it was far, far too long because a little voice speaks from the doorway, sounding exasperated beyond his years. "can you guys figure this out later, i feel like i'm dying."

amused, you watch as gojo stumbles to the door holding the blue bottle, and watch him usher megumi over to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

you follow from a few feet away, watching as gojo tries to battle his embarrassment, and savoring it because you're certain that, come morning, he will be absolutely shameless.

you were right. by the time you arrive back to your own apartment, with megumi again asleep in the backseat, he's already discussing pet names and marriage and boasting about how you're lucky because he's just such a good kisser.

tsumiki is near-frantic when you return, and you mentally facepalm for not remembering to shoot her a text explaining your absence. you and gojo spend a good 5 minutes consoling her after placing megumi in his room yet again.

her confusion is only halted when a bolt of realization passes through her, and she manages a smirk that you didn't think she could be capable of.

"why are you guys holding hands?"

you blink, and look down at your right hand, which was currently intertwined with gojo's. you snatch it away and roll your eyes with a dramatic huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

gojo looks shattered.

"what betrayal," he wails, slumping onto you like his bones turned to jelly. you push him off and he lands on the floor sprawled out like a starfish.

"my own partner," he huffs from the ground, "hates me. my life is so hard."

tsumiki's eyes pop out of her skull. "partner? oh my gosh, what did i miss?"

you groan and cover your face with your hands.

a 4th voice chimes in. "don't worry. it wasn't pretty."

megumi stands in the hallway, looking fine as ever, and decidedly not sick.

you blink at him. tsumiki stares. even gojo raises his head off the floor to make sure that the boy was not, in fact, a ghost.

"aren't you sick?" gojo asks.

megumi rolled his eyes. "well, i was, but i'm better now. i think that was your cake from last night. it was so nasty it made me want to die."

you look at gojo. he sits up and shrugs sheepishly.

regret was not a word you use lightly. but right now, you really, really regret letting gojo satoru into your apartment.

author's note: dont think abt the timeline of this too much pls

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wynnyfryd · 2 months

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Trailer park Steve AU pt 56

part 1 | part 55 | ao3

March

"Steve, honey," Claudia calls from the living room, where he can hear her shuffling around to get her things ready for work — the rustle of a jacket, the clink of keys against her thermos. "Do you need anything before you go?"

"I'm fine, Ma!" Steve answers.

And he is. He is fine. It’s been three weeks, and Steve is fine! He has a date tonight with a girl he doesn’t care about, and he's gonna cheer on Lucas at the championship game, and the other day at work he got a fifty cent per hour raise. And sure, his nightmares are worse than ever and his head aches all the time, and he’s had some weirdly persistent sinus infection or some shit going on, but he only teared up once this week while jerking off to thoughts of Eddie, so.

All in all, not bad.

He shoves a plain bagel in his mouth and rushes to leave the house; passes Claudia on the way out, who's now rapping her knuckles impatiently against Dustin’s door and asking, “Dusty, what’s going on in there? You’re gonna be late!" to which Dustin replies with a panicked shriek: “DON’T COME IN, I’M NAKED!”

Jesus Christ. "Deafen my other ear, why don't you?" Steve mutters under his breath.

He throws Ma a parting wave and heads out to pick up Robin so he can take her to school before his shift starts. She looks nicer than usual, and she won’t stop reapplying her mascara, and by the time Object of My Desire starts playing on the radio Steve is practically begging her to just suck it up and end this will-they-won’t-they thing with Vickie because it’s been months of obvious flirting and Robin still won’t make a move.

“I listen to you, and now look at me!” he argues, as if the handful of pointless dates he’s used to distract himself from Eddie are anything to look at. “Boom. Back in business.“

“Mm,” she objects, a little ‘you’re so full of shit’ frown on her face. “Not the same thing.”

Don’t say it, you bitch, don’t even—

“You ask out a girl and she says no…”

Oh, thank fuck. Steve sags in relief and licks the corner of his mouth as he listens to her rant, grateful that she’s just working the small town homophobia angle and very graciously not pointing out how half-hearted and sad his attempts to move on with his life have been. It’s a small mercy he repays by rambling about girls and boobies and girls who definitely like boobies until she scowls so hard at him that she smudges her mascara and has to apply another coat.

—

Dustin calls the store some time around lunch. Asks if Steve wants to sub in for Lucas at tonight’s Hellfire campaign, which, first of all, fuck you — he’s been helping Lucas practice for months now, he’s not about to miss this game — and secondly:

“What, to hang out with you and Eddie the Freak Munson?” he asks, idly playing with a slinky. “Uh, yeah. I’ll pass.”

"Dude."

"What?"

"You can’t just call him names because you’re pissed at him! That’s not cool!”

Steve rolls his eyes and tugs the slinky so hard it flops off the counter’s edge.

“Look,” Dustin says, his voice dipping into that low and slow and trustworthy thing that makes Steve want to snap the kid’s non-existent collarbones. “I know you won’t tell me what happened, but whatever it was, he’s sorry, okay? He’s really, really sorry. And he asks me about you, like, every day; if I didn’t know any better I’d swear he was in love with you or something.” Steve chokes on his own spit, and Dustin just keeps going; steps right over Steve’s corpse to continue his impassioned plea. “Besides, friends forgive each other! Right, Steve?”

Goddammit. Steve really regrets saying those exact words in that exact order the last time Lucas and Dustin had a fight. “Man, you can’t just use my own brotherly advice against me.”

“I can, and I will.” Wow. What a little shit. “Seriously, dude, come on! How many times do I have to pass on his apology messages before you just talk to him?”

How many times? How many times?

Steve doesn’t know.

He just knows he’s not ready; knows that as soon as he talks to Eddie, it’ll make it all real. It’ll be over for good. Whatever words they exchange next will get etched into the headstone of the thing they briefly had. He opens his mouth to say something, to try and make sense of the vortex in his head, but all he gets for the effort is a fresh migraine coming on.

He’s saved from answering by the doorbell’s chime. “I got some customers,” he says over Dustin's squawk of protest. “Gotta call you back, bye.”

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part 57

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hellfirecvnt · 2 years

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Perv Eddie smut please!

You and the hellfire gang are playing truth or dare. Eddie teases you that you can’t turn him on, you are one of the guys so it won’t work. When you whisper the dirtiest things in his hear his mind is changed officially. Everyday after that he can’t look at you the same way. You’ve turned him into a huge pervert, stealing your panties and thinking degrading feral thoughts.

WOW OKAY. PERV!EDDIE HAS BEEN ON MY LIST I JUST COULDN'T THINK OF A GOOD PROMPT AND THIS IS PERFECT!!!

Finish What You Started

Perv!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warning: Smut near the end (+18 minors DNI), perv!eddie, peeping tom, Somnophilia, unprotected sex, more?

[I take requests]

Another thrilling campaign was concluded tonight. Eddie was feeling particularly on top of the world having outsmarted the entire Hellfire Club, leading to their unfortunate (character) demise.

"Better luck next time, gentlemen... Y/N." He adds you at the last second, a testament to his "gentlemanly" ways.

"You knew what you were doing with that banshee, Munson." You huff, recalling the way you forgot they can sense life from five miles away, eliminating any chance you had for a surprise attack.

"Of course I did, dude. That's the point." He laughs, lightly punching you in the shoulder. "Now, don't be a sore loser. We're all going back to my place to celebrate my awesome campaign."

It was common for Eddie to host a "party" for the club at the end of a campaign. This time differed only in his ego being as big as the building tonight, having won and all. You and the rest of the guys give a cheer in confirmation, already prepared to get tore up from the floor up.

The group files outside, and you catch a ride with Eddie as you have a million times before. Jeff hops in his car and Gareth drives Dustin and Mike in his.

"You have fun tonight?" You laugh in Eddie's van as it smoothly coasts to his nearby trailer.

"Oh, sure. My favorite part was you, Y/N knower of all monsters and spells, insufferable know-it-all DnD extraordinaire, forgetting the one thing that makes a banshee, a banshee." He taunts, earning a playful scowl from you.

You arrive at the trailer within minutes, the rest of the club close behind. Everyone gathers in the empty living room as they have time and time before. Eddie tosses a bottle of beer to everyone except Mike and Dustin, but they don't mind. They're just happy to be here.

"Next week, prepare yourselves for perhaps my most sadistic adventure to date!" Eddie, buzzed, displays grand showmanship as he describes next week's sneak peek. The hang out shifts from DnD talk, to sporadic jam sessions, to crazy stories, until finally Dustin suggests Truth or Dare.

"What are we, five?" Gareth teases.

"No, no. This could be fun. Start us off, Henderson." A drunken Eddie hands Dustin the floor.

"Uh, okay. Jeff, truth or dare?" Dustin looks at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Huh, I guess dare." Jeff isn't the confessing type.

"I dare you to take a shot of the hottest hot sauce Eddie has in his house." Dustin looks at an elated Eddie. He scurries back to his room and comes back with a black glass bottle.

"Turn it up, Jeff." Eddie snickers.

"What is this? Is this even hot sauce? Is this drugs?" Jeff opens the small lid and sniffs.

"No, dumbass. It's ghost pepper extract. My uncle bought it as a gag gift for me one Christmas. It feels like tongue fucking a stove eye." Eddie slouches into the couch, watching for Jeff's reaction. He turns the small bottle up, one big gulp, and he looks at the rest of us.

"It's not really that bad." His lisp is multiplied by 7 and his eyes are steadily pouring tears, but other than that, he doesn't waver.

"Jesus Christ." Dustin marvels, laughing as Jeff's tears soak his shirt. "You're turn, Jeff."

"Eddie, you son of a bitch. Truth or dare?" Jeff laughs through deep breaths.

"Hey man, all I did was supply the sauce. Henderson's the one who dared you. But, truth." Eddie smirks, certain there's nothing he'd be too scared to admit.

"Why do all the models in the Playboys you buy look like Mike's mom?" Jeff asks smugly. The entire room erupts into laughter, except for Mike.

"Come on, guys," Mike groans.

"To be fair, Mrs. Wheeler is a dime." You add, fueling Mike's discomfort.

"I'm gonna claim it's completely coincidental." Eddie chuckles.

"Yeah, right. We've all seen Mike's mom," Gareth starts, causing Mike to groan yet again. "It doesn't really take much to set you off, man."

"Yeah honestly anything with a pussy and a pulse could probably find a way into Eddie's bed." Jeff laughs.

"That's a lie. Y/N has a pussy probably and I've never wanted to fuck her. She's one of the guys, it just can't happen." He sits with a proud look on his face as if he proved anything.

"Probably?" You repeat to yourself as you lift your waistband, making sure she's still down there. Eddie picks Gareth and dares him to call his mom posing as a toaster repair service. It goes to hell and she hangs up furiously. The trailer nearly shakes with drunken laughter.

"Y/N, truth or dare?" Gareth points to you across the living room.

"Uh, dare, I guess." You chuckle, eager to see what bullshit they're gonna have you attempt.

"I dare you to turn Eddie on." Gareth grins wickedly, aware that Eddie just said it couldn't be done.

"Good luck, bud. It's gonna be like having Jeff try to get in my pants." Eddie jokes.

"Alright, lemme give it a try." You lean over to Eddie, cupping your hand around his ear as you begin to whisper.

"You have no idea how many times I've touched myself while imagining you throat fucking me as hard as you can, forcing yourself into my throat while tears fall down my face." You start. "I think about the way your cock would twitch inside me while you came in my tight, little pussy. And then I'd finger myself afterward, just to taste us mixed together." You let your breath wash over Eddie's neck before you pulled away.

Eddie's eyes widen in shock. The room fills with boyish giggles as his cheeks become a rosy color.

"Jesus, Y/N. What'd you say to him?" Gareth slaps his hands together once, laughing with everyone else. Eddie is stunned, unable to look at you for a moment, and unable to speak.

"I dunno, but I don't need to see him pitch a tent to know I did it." You smirk proudly, relishing in the buzzed confidence.

Jesus Christ Eddie thinks to himself. He racks his brain for a single memory that could be warned him you'd never be capable of saying something like that.

"Mike, truth or dare?" You somewhat slur.

"Please don't make it about my mom," He begs.

"Truth or dare, Wheeler? C'mon." You bypass his request, gesturing for him to give you an answer.

"Ugh, truth."

"Does your mom still have that necklace? The golden charm with a strangely placed pearl?" You fight to contain your laughter.

"Yeah, I think so. Why?" Mike furrows his brow.

"You guys, Mike's mom has one of those pussy necklaces. It's like fancy, but it's meant to look like a vag. I swear to God." You describe it to them, and they all confirm they've seen it.

"Guys, seriously?" Mike whines.

"Your mom fucks, Mike. Get over it. Don't dull her shine." You turn up your beer as punctuation on your sentence.

"I'm not dulling her shine, I just don't want to hear about it!" He throws a pillow at you, laughing. "And she's married! I have a dad!"

"Show off." Gareth jokes. The rest of the night is full of laughter and more Mike's Mom Jokes than anyone could've really prepared for. Eddie stays much quieter, eventually excusing himself to the bathroom.

The second the door was shut, a deep, desperate sigh escaped his mouth. Drunk and hornier than he thought possible, he splashes water in his face a few times before finally giving in and fucking his fist in the bathroom. He replays your breathy whispers over and over, cumming faster than he ever has.

A wave of shame washes over him as he reassesses what just happened. He chocks it up to being drunk, and you being pretty. Sure, she's always been hot. We're still just pals, though. I'm just a horny drunk. He reasons with himself.

The next day, Eddie wakes up with morning wood. His dreams were consumed by thoughts of your soft lips brushing against his ear as you spoke. He covers his eyes with his hands and groans. Something in him wants to be ashamed of how perverted he's being, but it's your fault, right? He strokes himself until he finishes, quietly mumbling your name as he does.

Usually, when Eddie was feeling particularly pervy, he could satiate the thoughts by cumming. But it wasn't working this time. Desperate just to hear your voice, he calls you.

"C'mon. Pick up, pick up..." He twirls the spiral phone cord around his finger, but your phone goes to voicemail. You got pretty drunk, it's no wonder you're still asleep at- he checks the clock- 6 AM?! No wonder it's still dark outside. He draws his bottom lip between his teeth, hatching an idea.

On the weekends, your parents go out of town for business. Because of this, Eddie knows various ways of entering your house, for friendly reasons, of course. Until now. He gets dressed and heads out his trailer door to his van. He's speeding, actually speeding to get to you faster.

Your front door is locked, as he would expect. So he treks around the side of your one-story house to your bedroom window. He reaches his ring-clad fingers to the window pane, carefully drawing closer, face stiff with focus.

The lamp next to your bed is still on, a clear indication of how drunk you were when you went to bed. The dim light illuminates Eddie's dark figure outside the glass. He reaches to open the window, as he had plenty of times before regardless of you being asleep or awake, but then he stops.

He notices the way you're laying in your bed. Face down, one leg straight and the other bent and hiked up next to you. Your arms wrap around the pillow under your head. His eyes fix on your sleep shorts, the way they've ridden up, exposing the entire bottom half of your ass cheeks.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N. What did you do to me?" He grunts, palming himself through his jeans. He finally reaches for the window and slides it open, not caring if you wake up or not. It wouldn't be the first time you woke up to him in your room. It would, however, be the first time Eddie rummaged through your panty drawer.

He cataloged every fabric and style in his mind, imagining the way each pair would look on your round hips. He then spots a pair sitting at the top of your laundry hamper. A sexy silk thong with embroidered text that reads "Eat Me." He already knows exactly which sex shop you got them from.

Without thought or reservation, he lifts the underwear to his face, inhaling your scent. He tangles his fingers in the smooth fabric as his jeans tighten. He's brutally shaken from his lustful trance when he hears you shift on the bed. He shoves the panties into his back pocket and adjusts himself the best he can.

"Mmm, hey man. What time is it?" You mumble in a raspy voice that makes Eddie's cock twitch.

"I uh, I'm not sure." He scratches his neck nervously, hoping you don't check the clock right next to you.

"Hell yeah." You reply, as if to the wrong conversation. You're back asleep not long after. A sigh of relief falls over Eddie. He gently creeps up to you in your bed, placing a light-as-a-feather hand over your skin where your skimpy shorts didn't cover. Goosebumps flood your skin under his gentle grazes.

He grips his bulge, desperate to calm the raging erection in his pants. He imagines waking you up by slipping his throbbing cock inside you. The way you'd moan and clench around him, pulling him deeper and deeper inside you with every full-force thrust. Drool threatens to fall from his lips before he snaps out of it, and steps away.

As many weird kinks and fantasies as he has, he's never felt this out of control. He bites his fist, searching for any sensation besides the burning need to fuck you while you sleep. He shakes the thoughts from his mind the best he can before collapsing in your giant bean bag chair, falling back asleep.

Eddie wakes up to the sound of you clinking around in your bathroom. Doing your make-up and brushing your teeth. He can't recall his dream, but glued to the inside of his eyelids is the image of you looking up at him with his dick in your mouth.

"Fuuuuuck." He groans aloud.

"You okay?" You pop your head out the door. Eddie stares at you for a moment, unable to reply. "Eddie?"

"Yeah, haha. Sorry, hungover." He throws on a convincing nonchalant smirk. You're none the wiser.

"I'll be ready in just a second. Hope I haven't made you wait too long!" You call from the bathroom. Eddie stands from the comfy bean bag and stretches. He idly slides his hands in his back pockets, rediscovering the panties he's "borrowing" from you. He stuffs them deeper into his pocket when he hears you coming.

You emerge from the bathroom, a trail of light floral, expensive-smelling perfume in your wake. The scent fills Eddie's senses, causing his eyelashes to flutter.

"What's the plan for today, dude?" You ask innocently.

"I dunno. I figured we could play it by ear." He shrugs.

"Is it hot outside today?" You ask, holding up a pair of the shortest cut-offs Eddie has ever seen. Without missing a beat, he replies.

"Yup. High 90s I've heard." He doesn't watch the weather channel. You huff and disappear to the bathroom once again to change. It never occurred to Eddie how slutty you dress outside of school until now. You were notorious for tiny skirts and mesh body suits. The thought of any of your previous "going out" outfits that he once looked over makes him nearly jizz in his pants.

You emerge again from the bathroom, long legs fully on display. Eddie can't help but imagine how well they'd fit over his shoulders. He shakes his head, expelling his thoughts, or at least trying to.

"Oh! We should go to this new little ice cream shop downtown." You suggest, knowing Eddie would never turn down food after he smokes. You spark up a joint and pass it to him, his hand shakes as he grazes against your fingers. "You sure you're okay, man?"

"I'm fine, just waiting for you all morning." He quickly attempts to cover up his anxious horniness. "But ice cream sounds awesome, let's go." The two of you take a couple more hits off the joint and you tap the roach out into your ashtray.

In his van, Eddie can't help but watch the way your chest bounces with every bump and pothole he hits. He nonchalantly begins swerving into them, hoping for bigger potholes to shake you more.

"Jeez, they let this road go to hell, didn't they?" You criticize.

"Right? What are we even paying taxes for?" He jokes. You're the only person in the group with a job and it's only 2 days a week for 4 hours per shift at the arcade. Eddie continues to stare at your chest, side eyeing every jiggle. He imagines how they'd bounce while he's shoving his cock into you.

He quickly shakes his thoughts away, just barely missing a curb as he pulled into the ice cream shop parking lot.

"This place better be delicious or I'm never trusting you to pick breakfast again." His voice is playful and he seems to be a bit more handsy than usual. He's no stranger to physical contact with his pals, but he can't help himself with you. Poking and teasing you as much as he can, just to feel your soft skin.

"Oh man, I didn't realize this is kinda breakfast for us." You giggle.

You order your ice creams, you pick your trusty favorite flavor and Eddie tries something that looks like it should've never been frozen, let alone scooped.

"Oh my God, it tastes like grass." Your face scrunches in disgust.

"Yeah, I don't know why I thought something this dark green would taste good." Eddie digs through his cup of strange frozen dairy attempting to distract himself from the way your pierced, pink tongue travels from the cone to the tip of your ice cream.

Suppressing a moan, he reaches into his pocket, running his rough, calloused fingers over the soft silk of your panties.

"Y/N, about um, yesterday. What you said during truth or dare." Eddie starts.

"Oh shit, sorry man. I was getting super buzzed by that point. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable or anything." You reach a hand out to his, hoping you didn't cross a line last night.

"Oh God, no. You didn't do anything. I uh, I was just wondering if," he scratches the back of his neck nervously. "If you meant it."

Your cheeks flash hot as you remember exactly what you whispered to him. None of it was a lie or even an exaggeration, but you couldn't read his tone well enough to admit it.

"Oh, God no. We're like best buds." Now you're the nervous one.

"Right, yeah. Of course." He chuckles, fixing his eyes on his green frozen treat. The ride back to your house is awkward and sexually tense, but you can't tell if it's you or him. The tension evaporates slowly throughout the day until Eddie is once again alone in his trailer.

He lays in his bed, stroking himself with your panties pressed firmly against his nose. Vulgarly, he moans your name into the silk as he cums.

"Fuck." He groans as more as more images of you cloud his mind. Every time you've ever bent over to grab something. Every time you've had to readjust your tiny, barely-there tube top. Finally, he can't take it anymore, and he stalks to the house phone to call you, hoping you're still awake.

The second his fingers graze the phone, it rings.

"Hello?" Eddie rubs the sleep from his eyes.

"Hey." It's you.

"Woah, I was just about to call you." He laughs, relieved just to hear your voice.

"Yeah? What for?" You stall.

"We'll get to that when you tell me what you called for." Eddie smirks.

"Oh, I uh... I couldn't sleep so I was wondering if you'd come smoke with me."

"Wow, calling me for free weed? Low." He jokes before agreeing and hanging up.

Back at your house, you find yourself becoming nervous. You really did call because you couldn't sleep, but like the whore you are, the real reason was just hoping to be around Eddie for a little longer.

"Knock, knock." He vocalizes while knocking on your window. He climbs through and passes you an already lit joint. You take it graciously and take a long drag, hoping to calm your nerves. "Can't sleep, huh?"

"Nah. You too?" You pass the joint back to him.

"No, I just- I was working on the next campaign." He's lying. He has at least two adventures queued up at all times.

"No banshees, I hope." You eyeball him, taking the joint from his hands.

"No, no banshees this time." He smiles, enveloping you in his shining, dark brown eyes. He paces around your room, scanning your knick knacks as he usually did before sitting on the side of your bed with you.

You're so close to him, your soft thigh nearly brushes against his. You pass him the joint, but his distracted hands fumble and drop it on your carpeted floor.

"Shit," he snaps as he quickly leans down to grab the burning joint. You notice something in his pocket, aside from his regular bandanna. It's a familiar black silk with red lettering. Your underwear.

"Eddie," you furrowed your brow, still staring at the cloth in his pocket. "Are those my panties?" His face instantly turns red. He quickly straightens back up on the bed, wide eyed, unable to find an excuse.

"I uh, I-" he stutters, certain you'll never talk to him again after this.

"Have you been... carrying these around?" You question. Eddie raises an eyebrow noticing the tone if your voice sounds excited, not accusatory.

"I just-" he starts, but you cut him off.

"Have you been touching yourself, holding my panties?" A wicked grin spreads across your face. You begin to lean forward, confidently. Eddie's breathing gets heavier as you draw closer, filling his nostrils with the sickly sweet scent of your perfume.

"I don't know what you did to me the other night, Y/N. But I haven't been able to stop thinking about it." He huffs, inches away from your lips.

"Good, because I fucking meant it." You tease in a whisper before connecting your lips to his. A desperate moan vibrates against your mouth as Eddie firmly wraps his arms around you. His fingertips dig into any skin they find. He clings to you, pulling you closer and closer until you're in his lap, grinding against his bulge.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner?" He questions you between kisses.

"I dunno, I was fine with my fantasies. You're the one that couldn't help himself, you fucking pervert." You moan the last word against his lips, causing his eyes to roll back. He knew you were right.

He slips his hands under your shirt, sliding them up your back. He brings them to your breasts, running his thumbs over your hard nipples.

"No bra?" He licks his lips, focusing on the movements of his hands over your skin. Soft moans fly from your lips as his hands get rougher and rougher the longer he toys with you. He suddenly shifts and throws you back into your pillows. "I am going to fucking ruin you." Eddie grins.

He swiftly and easily swipes your shorts and panties off in one go, stuffing the new pair of underwear in his pocket proudly. Without much warning, he dives his tongue directly into your dripping cunt. You both moan on contact, your eyes rolling back as his tongue found every single angle that made you want to scream.

He digs his nails into your thighs, pulling you more and more into him. He eats you out until you're almost literally seeing stars. Having came at least twice since he started.

"Eddie, please!" You yelp as you pull at his frizzy hair, desperate to be fucked.

"Shhh, doll." He coos from between your legs. His lips and chin are glossy from your arousal. "I want you to show me what your mouth can do, first."

Eddie withdraws from you, leaving your cunt begging for contact. Whiney moans escape you as you buck your hips against nothing. He stands and pulls his pants down to his knees before sitting back down on the bed. Instinctively, you slid into the floor on your knees in front of where he sits. The perfect height for your mouth to wrap around his cock.

You playfully refuse to open your mouth at first, but Eddie grips the hair on the back of your head and your bottom jaw, forcing your lips open for him. His grip remains on your hair, guiding your head up and down his shaft. You meticulously work your aforementioned tongue ring against his flesh, earning loud, vulgar moans.

"Jesus, fuck Y/N." He breathes as you hollow your cheeks around him, pulling your mouth off with a pop. You rub his head back and forth across the ball of your piercing, watching him squirm as you stimulate the sensitive skin. With one more loud growl, Eddie tugs your hair, signaling you to stand.

He switches your places, shoving you against the bed, ass up with your head shoved into the sheets. He pumps his middle finger into your on-display pussy. The cold of his rings biting against your entrance. You can't help but moan loudly, almost screaming just from his fingers.

"We can't have all that." Eddie chuckles as he reaches into his pocket and retrieves the underwear you were wearing not long ago. He balls them up and stuffs them into your whining mouth, muffling your moans. "That's better."

He strokes himself a few times before lining himself up and sinking into you slowly. Long, breathy moans emit from his chest as he thrusts over and over. By now, you're screaming into the wad of fabric in your mouth, drool pooling at your lips as you let the lust envelope your entire body.

You've had fantasies, of course. But nothing could've prepared you for the real thing. He continues to thrust into you, gently playing with your clit until you're squirming so much, that he can't hold you still.

He promptly removes himself from you, flipping you on your back. He reaches for the hem of your shirt, tearing it away from you.

"You are un-fucking-real." Eddie smirks as he marvels over your fully exposed body waiting, legs spread, just for him. In the blink of an eye, he's back inside you. Thrusting as hard as he can to make your tits bounce like they did in the van. You claw and grip at the sheets, eventually spitting the panties from your mouth to beg.

"Eddie, please, I'm- I'm gonna-"

"Not yet." He snaps.

"Eddie!"

"Not. Fucking. Yet." Each word punctuated by another hard thrust. His thrusts slowly became sloppy and offbeat. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you let out a loud cry as you finish, flooding his cock and pelvis. Eddie follows suit, throwing his head back as his dick twitches inside you, warmth flooding in your lower abdomen as he fills you with cum.

"E-Eddie..." You stutter as he's still fucking you, slowly riding out his orgasm. He collapses on top of you, still inside. His heavy breathing in sync with yours.

"God damn, dude." He gasps before slipping out of you. You close your eyes, relishing in the relief when he plummets another finger in your throbbing hole.

"Eddie!" You yelp, arching your back at the sudden contact. He chuckles, bringing the finger to your mouth, coated in each of your cum. You sensually lick his finger clean, watching as his eyes roll back.

"C'mere. Let me help you get cleaned up." Eddie extends a hand to you. You take it and stand on two wobbly legs as you attempt to make it to your bathroom. Cum leaks down your struggling legs with each step. Eddie helps you draw a bath and clean up before you both collapse on your bed.

"Here," you huff, passing him another joint.

"I think you're my dream girl." Eddie stares at you with his big, puppy dog eyes. "Seriously."

"About time you noticed, Munson."

The next Friday rolls around and the club torments you both relentlessly.

"Oh, don't worry. We know Y/N completed her dare." Gareth snorts.

"What does that mean?" You question, already blushing.

"I mean my house is right across from yours and I could see Eddie watching you through your window. Didn't look like his hands were praying." The curly headed guy laughs.

"Watching me?" You furrow your brow, growing slightly wet at the thought.

"Never mind that, it's time for Dungeons and Dragons. Bow to your Dungeon Master and kiss the rings." Eddie announces.

"No way, those have probably been inside Y/N's pussy." Jeff laughs, earning a playful arm punch from you.

"They have been in her pussy, that's what makes it oh so cool to kiss them." He winks at you, kissing the ring on his middle finger. The rest of the club groans and rolls their eyes.

•

(Bonus points if you got that Righteous Gemstones reference.)

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FOR THE DWB W MATT PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE DO A FIC WHERE HE COMES OVER N THE GUY IS STILL THERE I WANNA SEE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN🙏🏻🙏🏻 YOU DONT HAVE TO THO ID JUST LOVE TO SEE IT👁️👁️

lose your shit

dwb! matt x reader

warnings: mentions of sex, violence, mentions of blood, cursing

based on these texts, it won’t really make sense if you don’t read them.

a/n: the guy’s name is alex, i hope you like this <333

shit shit shit shit.

this is not good. i look over to the man laying in my bed, he was in a dead sleep.

matt doesn’t live that far away, maybe 10 minutes tops. however, he could have left before he even sent that text.

fuck.

i began to shake alex awake. “you gotta wake up, dude”

after a few seconds, he stirred and opened his eyes. “what’s wrong?” he asked, letting out a yawn.

“nothing. you just really need to fucking go”

“alright damn, but what’s the rush?”

“please just hurry up, i don’t have time for this” i said, pulling him off the bed.

“damn, was the sex that bad?” i didn’t even answer, just looked him up and down.

“alright, jeez” i collected his clothes from the floor and handed them to him.

he took the hint, beginning to get dressed.

when he was done he just stood there.

“was there something else you needed?” i asked trying to figure out why he wouldn’t leave.

“can i at least brush my teeth?”

“does this look like a fucking hotel to you? take your shit, and get out. now.” i answered, starting to get annoyed.

he just stared at me, mouth open.

“you do have a tooth brush and running water at your house, correct?”

“well, yeah. but-“

“ok that is amazing, lovely, the quicker you get out of my house, the quicker you can take care of your dental hygiene” i said nudging him out of my room.

i pushed him all the way to my door. maybe there is hope for this man after all.

when i opened the door, there stood matt.

fucking hell.

that has to be the worst timing i’ve ever had in my entire life.

his eyes immediately snapped toward alex. “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“i could ask you the same thing, matty-boy”

they know each other.

the two men stared at each other, never breaking the intense glare.

“oh great! you two know each other! well, alex was just about to head home so, y’all can catch up later” i said, trying to get him to walk away.

“actually, i think i’m gonna stay” he said, looking matt up and down.

well, shit.

this was like something out of a god damn movie. and while it didn’t surprise me that matt was acting this way, i wasn’t expecting this from alex.

alex did not seem like the type of guy to start a fight, he seemed more like the type to run away from one. he simply wasn’t built for it, at least, that’s what i thought.

matt clenched his jaw before grabbing alex by his shirt, pulling him outside and pushing him against my house.

“jesus christ, matt” i said in shock.

“what ya gonna do matty? gonna hit me?” matt did just that, swinging at alex’s face.

“you need to stay the fuck away from her. got it?”

“no can do, matty pooh. i can’t lie, she’s a good fuck”

matt didn’t like his comment, as he pulled his fist back to punch alex again.

alex, however, was quicker this time. he caught matt’s fist with one hand and swung at him with the other.

yeah, i was definitely wrong about alex.

“hey fuckers! i don’t know if you’ve noticed but my house is white. it’d be lovely if you didn’t get blood on it !” i yelled, making matt turn his head towards me.

alex took advantage of matt’s distraction to land another blow to matt’s face.

that shit looked like it hurt.

i then pulled matt away, placing myself between the two.

“you two need to get a fucking grip” i turned to alex. “walk away before i call the cops on your ass”

i turned to matt, “you’ve made your point, let him go”

matt gave him one last glare before gesturing alex to go. with that, alex walked off “your face isn’t the only place i left marks ” he mumbled.

matt started to walk after him, but i placed my hand on his chest to stop him.

i tilted my head at him, looking into his eyes. “it’s fine. just let him go” he looked at me, eyes softening, and nodded.

once i heard alex’s car door shut and him drive away, i pulled matt inside “come on”.

i brought him to my bathroom, pulling out my first aid kit.

“did he actually mark you up?” he asked, as i grabbed a wash cloth for his face.

“no, matt. he was just trying to get under your skin” i said as i ran water over the cloth and brought it to his face.

i began to clean his cuts, making him grimace. “i know, i know. sorry”

my tongue poked out a little past my lips, as i continued to clean his cuts.

he stared down at my lips the whole time, not saying a word.

“all done.” i said as i finished up. i started to reach over him to grab a bandage. “lemme just grab a-“ he suddenly grabbed my arm halting my movements as he studied my face.

my face felt hot under his gaze, as i tried not to show how nervous he made me. without another word, he grabbed my face, pulling me in for a kiss.

he kissed me with passion, like he was pouring all of his emotions into it. it wasn’t hungry or lust-driven. it said all the things that we could never say to each other’s faces.

he pulled away, pressing his forehead to mine. “what was that for?” i asked, eyes still closed.

“i need you to know that i care about you” my eye opened at this, staring into mine.

“i’m not using you for sex. i could never do that, baby. and i’m so sorry i ever made you feel that way. you are the most important thing to me. i can’t lose you, and i couldn’t live with myself if i let anything happen to you.”

he pecked my nose.

“i know that you’re capable of making your own decisions, and i’m not trying to take that away from you. but i know that guy and he’s not the type of person you want to be around. i can’t just watch him ruin you.” he moves a piece of hair out of my face.

“so i’m sorry that i just showed up here. i’m sorry i lost my shit. i’m sorry about the blood on your house” we both chuckled.

“but i can’t help it when it comes to you, you drive me crazy”

“hmm i don’t know i kinda like it when you lose your shit, it’s hot” i said as our noses touched.

he pushed my hips against my sink.

“good” he said as he went in for another kiss.

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harrywavycurly · 9 months

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Trouble Next Door Part 15 part 2: Porch Convo

Find Part 15: Here

Masterlist: Here

TW: Cursing, Steve is drunk, mentions of cheating and divorce and a tiny small bit of violence

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A/N: I didn’t wanna have to make y’all wait too long for this so I hope you enjoy and that it’s everything you wanted it to be😂✨

“Yo Steve you’ve gotta go man….you don’t live here anymore.” “Where did…did you come from?” “Uh…my house?” “Oh…figured you’d be moved in here by now…why aren’t you?” “What? Why would…you know what it’s pointless…you gotta go okay? She doesn’t want you here.” “I miss her.” “Cool…but miss her from somewhere else before I call Hopper.” “She loves you.” “No shit we are bestfriends…we love each other…” “no she’s in love with you…it’s fucking obvious…so so obvious and I…I married her anyway and now…now everyone hates me and Dustin won’t even talk to me…” “you have to lay off the whiskey dude…it’s not your friend…clearly makes you delusional.” “I’m not fucking delusional you asshole! My wife is in love with you and the only way I could…test if she cared about me was to…do this.” “What…did you just say? You cheated on her to see if she actually cares about you?” “She doesn’t…she just kicked me out…Chrissy kissed me you know? During game night…she kissed me because she knew you wouldn’t care.” “Stop talking Steve.” “Said that you only care about one person and we both know who that is….so Chrissy just kissed me.” “Steve…for the love of god shut the fuck up and get off her porch.” “I don’t want a divorce…I don’t want Chrissy…I don’t love her…I love my wife.” “You don’t get to cheat on your wife just to see if she loves you or not then say you don’t want a divorce….you fucking sleaze-ball…now get up.” “Maybe I can make her love me the way she loves you…maybe she’ll come around.” “Not gonna happen…do you not see where you’re at? You’re outside her house begging for her to love you…but why would she ever let you into her house or her heart again…when she was actually madly in love with you what did you do? You fucked my wife…just to see if your actual wife would care? You’re a sick motherfucker Steve and you need to leave.” “Madly in love with me? Are you fucking joking?” “Does it look like I’m joking?” “She’s never been madly in love with me Eddie…she’s just been too stupid-” “don’t you ever call her stupid you fucking asshole.” “Jesus Christ…I think….I think you broke my nose.” “I didn’t…we’d both know if I did….now fucking leave before I do actually decide to break something of yours…” “I just want her to love me…like she loves you.” “Well…can’t say she’s gonna love me when I go in there and tell her I punched you in the face…I just need you to know something Harrington.” “What?” “She doesn’t love me the way she loved you…she didn’t marry me…she married you…she didn’t pick me…she picked you…not because she needed a place holder but because she fucking loved you.” “What?…what? No…no that’s not-” “it is true…she loved you man…but you fucked it all up…” “I…I gotta…I gotta go.” “Bout fucking time…oh and tell Chrissy all this shit about not loving her will ya? She is convinced you’re in love with her and want your happily ever after with her…but do it..gently please…” “Uh yeah…okay…yeah I’ll…do it gently…tell her I love her?….please?” “No…now goodnight Steve…go take a cold shower and have a cup of black coffee and you’ll be fine…send me the bill for the dry cleaning to get the blood out of your shirt…”

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petersbaby · 1 year

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I’m kinda fucked up rn, I’m posting this anyways because I know my Gareth girlies are out there and I love you guys

7 minutes to forever - Gareth Emerson x Reader

HE IS AGED UP TO 18

Warnings: Gareth is a virgin, boner talk, male masturbation, smut, first time sex, mutual pining, awkwardness, I don’t like talking about condoms they gross me out but I tried to use one for once

It was a small party of sorts at Steve’s house, and of course Eddie was going to be there because that’s his boyfriend.

Eddie tried to invite all the people from the club, so his friends can meet Steve and Steve’s friends, hoping everyone could kind of merge and coexist but you and Gareth were the only two to show up out of the group.

The rest were just a few of Steve and Eddie’s mutual friends, including Robin. Lately, Eddie’s been on your ass about a certain something and he sees it as some sort of sign that you and Gareth both came.

“It’s been way too long. Just go fucking tell him.” Eddie begs you.

“Tell him fucking what, exactly??”

“That you literally want to fuck him. Have you seen this dude? Zero chance he’ll reject you. He’s such a virgin he’d probably cream his pants just from you speaking to him.”

“Eddie, EW.”

“I’m just saying.”

“That’s just it, I don’t wanna like… fucking corrupt him.”

“He wants you to corrupt him.”

“What??”

“Yep.” He shrugs. “He wants you too, it’s so PAINFULLY obvious to everyone except you guys. We’re all tired of hearing about it.” He gestures to the rest of your shared friends.

“No, I- I don’t believe you. He doesn’t like me, that’s why I haven’t fucking said anything.” You whisper, now.

“Alright.” Eddie announces a little louder than he needs to be, and gets up. He grabs your wrist and starts pulling you.

“No, no, no. Eddie, stop, I’m so serious.”

And now you were standing in front of him.

“Gareth, here. Talk to her.”

You start to try and run the other way, away from this confrontational situation, but Eddie catches you.

“Jesus Christ, it’s like taking care of literal children. If you won’t say it, I will. Y/N, Gareth has a huge crush on you. Gareth, Y/N is practically obsessed with you, won’t shut up about how cute you are.”

You put your head in your hands.

“There, I said it, now be normal human beings.” He says, patting you both on the shoulder and walking away, leaving just the two of you standing near the kitchen while everyone else was in the living room, in another world.

“I’m sorry. About him, uh, yeah. I don’t know why he did that.” You say quietly, looking at the ground.

“Was that true?”

“Maybe.”

“That’s a relief. I don’t think either of us were gonna say something.”

“Yeah, probably not.” You laugh.

“Okay, so we’re locked in here.” You sigh.

“Yeah..” he agrees.

Eddie basically shoved you two into a hall closet, yelling about “seven minutes in heaven,” which was a stupid game thing you thought only middle schoolers did. You protested, but he was very insistent, and you gave up. He was just fucking with you two, being extra mischievous tonight for some reason.

“You know you don’t have to listen to him, right? You don’t need to do anything, you know, sexually. It’s perfectly fine to not want to.”

“I- well, I want to.”

“Why don’t you then?”

“Don’t know. Nervous, I guess. Just really nervous.”

“Would it help if I made the first move?”

He nods.

You lean in quickly after that to press your lips against his. Even though he knew it was coming, it still shocked him, enough to jump a little a draw back.

“No? It’s okay.” You try to reassure him despite all the mixed signals you were getting from this boy.

“Yes. Please. I’m sorry about that.”

“You do it then. I know you can.” You smile.

This time he leans in, despite his anxiety screaming in his brain. It’s sweet, so sweet, and his lips are soft and gentle. You reach up to rest your hand on the side of his face, lightly rubbing your thumb against his cheek while you kiss him.

His hands find your waist and rest there while you try to let him lead so you don’t overwhelm him. But soon, he suddenly pushes you against the wall. Not too rough but not as gentle as he had been, but you liked it either way, draping your arms over his shoulders.

This was something you’d always wanted, to kiss him, and you never thought it would happen in a million years. You thought he probably thought of you as just one of the guys, but apparently he didn’t. He adored you, but he’d never say that to you out loud.

You make out with him to the point you almost can’t breathe but couldn’t bare breaking the kiss to get air. You fingers tangled in his soft, curly hair, accidentally pulling it a little forgetting that to some people that just hurts. He didn’t say anything, though, and you just continued running your fingers through his locks at the back of his head.

“Seven minutes are up!!” Eddie calls, walking towards the closet to free you.

“Shit, um..” Gareth looks down, which was a mistake because it made you look down too.

“Oh.”

He got a boner just from kissing you, but now that your time is up, he doesn’t know what to do.

“Sorry.” You whispered.

“It’s not your fault.” He laughed a little.

“So, what’d you two get up to in here?” Eddie asks, after swinging the door open. Gareth moves quickly past him and into the bathroom as swiftly as he can.

“You can’t just put people in closets, Eddie.”

“I did, though, so yeah. I can. Please tell me you at least kissed.”

“That is SO none of your business.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Finally.” He exclaims the last word. You walk back with him to where everyone was gathered in the living room and once you sat down, you started daydreaming about what Gareth’s doing in there. You know what he’s doing, realistically, but you couldn’t stop imagining it.

In the bathroom, he stands in front of the sink with his dick in his hand, desperately fucking his fist just needing to get this out of his system. Instead of having to see his reflection in the mirror in front of him, he shut his eyes and thought of you.

God, all the things he wanted to do with you, to do to you. But just then, the way you kissed him deep, the way your fingers tangled in and pulled on his hair, the way he had you up against the wall. He finishes quickly thanks to these thoughts and mental images, release spurting out into the sink and the last bit of it dripping onto his hand.

He tries to catch his breath, washing his hands and cleaning up his mess, then looked at himself. He fixed his hair to look as normal as possible, cooled off, and went back to join everyone.

“Where the hell have you been?” Steve asks, only just noticing the boy’s absence.

“I had to use the bathroom, okay?” He answers defensively.

“Okay, jeez.” Steve said, raising his hands.

Gareth finds that his previous seat had been taken, and looks around nervously. You lock eyes with him and pat the place beside you on the couch. He smiles shyly and comes to sit.

As you all watched the movie, and no one was paying attention, you grabbed his hand and held it in yours, scooting closer. You leaned your head to rest on his shoulder, and he smiled secretly.

He made you feel all warm and happy on the inside, just like the perfect boy. That night really solidified your feelings for him, and you hope it did to him too. You thought about him a lot. Were you on his mind too?

Well, maybe tonight you could find out. DND was done and a couple of people were going back to Eddie’s for some beers or whatever alcohol his uncle had around. It was a Friday, after all.

When you got dropped off, it looked like everyone was already there. That meant he was too. He didn’t have a car, so he had to have ridden with somebody. Why did you have butterflies in your stomach at the thought of going into Eddie’s trailer? Since when is that a big deal?

You pushed it aside, the nervousness, and stepped in anyway.

“HEY, look who’s here. Thought you weren’t coming for a while there.” Eddie says.

“Sorry, I had to go home and change and everything, you know..”

“Alright, so… drinks. We’ve got two options. You ready?”

“So excited.” You say sarcastically.

“Beer or vodka.”

“Oh, god. Terrible. They’re both terrible. A beer, I guess.”

He laughs and gets you one. You head into the living room again where everyone is, taking a sip of the shitty and not very cold beer.

The couch is full so you take a seat on the floor, it looked like they were all passing a joint around. When it comes to you, you decline, giving it to the next person. The next person was Gareth, who also declined.

“You guys are total losers.” Eddie said, calling you out for not participating.

“I’m not a loser, I just don’t wanna be high.” Gareth says defensively.

“Yeah, me neither. Realistically, I don’t even want this beer. It’s gross, Eddie.”

“Well when none of us are 21 yet, you take what you can get.”

“I’m tired of sitting on the floor. Can me and Gare go hang out in your room?”

“Go have fun, you crazy kids. We’ll be in here, watching TV and talking VERY loudly.” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes, walking back to Eddie’s bedroom while Gareth follows and shuts the door behind him.

“Listen, I’m not trying to push anything on you. I didn’t want time alone to do that stuff, I just wanted to spend time with you.” You say, sitting down on the bed.

“Yeah, okay. I wanna spend time with you too.” He laughs. So cute.

“Cuddle?”

He laughs, blushing a little. “Sure.”

You lay down together, becoming intertwined, resting your head on his chest. You stay that way for a while, you could’ve stayed that way forever.

“Hey,” he says after about 15 minutes, and you lift up, resting on your elbow.

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you again?”

“Of course.”

His lips come to meet yours and they melt together, and suddenly so do your bodies. They press against each other, radiating heat and warmth. He wants more, he wants more so bad, but he doesn’t want to push it and he also just doesn’t know how to ask. His hand is on your waist again, hovering slightly.

“Could I- would it be okay if-“ he starts.

“Gareth?”

“Yeah?” He asks anxiously.

“You can do literally whatever you want to me.” You assure him.

“Jesus Christ.”

Immediately hard as a rock, immediately entranced. It was true, in your defense, you liked him *so* much,

“I mean it.” You whisper.

His hand starts to move, ending up on your ass, squeezing tightly. It also pulled you impossibly closer to him, bodies pressed together. You put your hand on his face again, holding it sweetly but firmly while you kiss.

Your tongues explored each other’s mouths again, more familiar this time, and his hand moves up to squeeze one of your tits while the other arm props him up on his side. He needed more than this, he needed to feel your skin.

He slipped his hand into your sweater from the bottom, moving up until he felt your bare breast which he wasn’t fully expecting. He thought you were wearing something, anything underneath but you weren’t.

His cool fingers run over your hard nipples, making you gasp a bit, and so he goes farther and pinches one of them which makes you squeak in surprise. He just continued to feel your torso, hands running all over your stomach and chest and hips and tits.

You reached for the bottom hem of the sweater and pulled it off over your head, letting him be able to see what he’s doing, and his eyes grew wide as saucers. His eyes wandered shamelessly, curiously, all over, nearly burning a hole in you.

“You… you like them?” You ask, giggling a little bit. He was so beyond fascinated and you could see that.

“Yes, holy shit, yes.” He responds almost under his breath.

“Gare?”

“Hm?”

You take some of his soft locks in your hand and guide him down, wanting him to try sucking on or licking your nipples. He does, latching on quickly, expertly.

You start to melt now, holding onto his hair while you moan quietly. He climbs on top of you and brings his mouth to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. He gets the idea to move up to your neck, and starts kissing there.

This is where you totally fall apart, your weakness. Your noises encourage him to kiss your neck with more passion and fervor and you can feel his erection pressed against your thigh.

You reach down to grab onto it, palm it, and he sucks a particularly harsh mark onto your neck in the sweet spot when you do. You’ll definitely have a bruise, but you don’t mind at all.

“Fuck,” he breathes into your shoulder, stopped for a moment.

“You okay?” You check in, pushing him up so you can look him in the eyes.

“Think I’m just… god, I’m nervous. That’s so embarrassing.”

“No, that’s okay.” You reassure. “What do you want?”

He burns red. He’s not gonna be able to say it out loud himself.

“Do you want to have sex? Be honest.”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I do too. But Gare, we can stop at any moment. Just tell me, okay?”

“Okay.” He breathes.

You reach down to untie the strings on the waistband of your sweatpants and pull them off your body, leaving you in pink panties in front of him.

You feel him staring again, at the sight of you anxiously squeezing your legs together and waiting for him to make the next move.

You were so turned on it was unbelievable, with him have not even touched you there yet. You were sure you were soaking. He fumbles with his button and zipper, looking behind him.

“Yes, the door’s locked.”

“Oh. Good.” He half-laughed, because that is indeed what he was checking for. He takes his pants off and climbs back on top of you, only in his t shirt and boxers now.

He slots himself between your legs after you happily spread them for him. You could feel his cock so much better now, rock solid and a really nice size. He ruts his hips up against you, only the barriers of your respective underwear blocking the way.

He buries his face between your shoulder and neck, kissing on it again, and his hard cock continually presses against your cunt. You accidentally moan, a moan too loud for the situation, but you just have to hope no one heard it because you couldn’t help it.

“Shh,” he soothes, covering your mouth with his.

“Sorry,” you whisper, into the kiss, smiling. You can feel him smiling too.

“Should- can- what should we…”

“It’s up to you, remember? Whatever you want, however you wanna do it.” You remind him, trying to give him some confidence.

“Right. Can I take these off, then?” He asks, slipping his finger into the waistband of your panties.

“Yes, please do.”

You didn’t want to come off as desperate and impatient, but you were growing to be. It wasn’t his fault, though, you had to remind yourself he’s never done this before. He does, pulling the fabric down your legs and leaving you bare. Quickly after that, he pulls his own underwear off.

“I’m really wet, so whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.”

“Oh, shit, okay. Wait, don’t we need a condom?”

“Eddie should have some, if you want.”

You didn’t need one, being on birth control, but you wanted to do whatever made him more comfortable. He digs around in the nightstand and quickly finds some, taking one and putting it on.

“Okay.” He repeats, finally ready. You smile as if to tell him ‘go ahead’. You immediately learn that he isn’t familiar with easing into it, as he fills you up completely right away. This made you gasp, but luckily not too loud.

“Ohh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He groans.

“So good, you feel so good. Start moving, baby boy.”

That slipped out. That did slip out but he did not seem to mind the pet name at all, only listening to what you said and starting to thrust in and out.

You bite down on your bottom lip to keep quiet, only letting whimpers and soft moans out every now and then. You looked him in the eyes longingly, even though he was right there, and you felt yourself starting to love him in that moment.

He lets his dominant hand roam up to your throat, only to rest there. Thinking. You nod, reading his mind, answering his silent question and he squeezes gently. Soft but intoxicating. He continues to choke you with his big hand wrapped around your neck and leans down to kiss you again.

He finds a rhythm he likes, and starts to fuck you with more confidence. He wasn’t the biggest you’d ever had, but he still stretched you out and reached pretty deep inside.

Amazingly full of him, you still keep your noises quiet as much as you can. You couldn’t believe it, Gareth, you and Gareth were having sex. If the you from a month ago heard that, she would say “no fucking way.” But here you were. He wasn’t being super vocal, so you only hoped he felt good too. Damn, it would be nice to hear him though.

“Still okay?” You ask.

“The best.” He replies, and you smile.

He moves his hand from your throat back to fondling your breast, other one holding up his body weight over you.

He ends up getting quite aggressive while chasing his high, slamming into you quickly and filling the room with the sounds of sex. You think back to what Eddie said about watching TV and talking loudly and you stop worrying about that.

You were close, walls fluttering around him, but you knew you most likely wouldn’t get to finish. You’d just do it yourself later when you got home. The memory of this will be more than enough to masturbate to for a really long time, you think.

Coincidentally, he starts getting sloppy, thrusting haphazardly and clearly searching for something. Determined, he soon found it, cock twitching inside of you as he filled the condom and let out a long string of curse words and groans when he came.

He once again leant forward, resting his head on your shoulder for a moment. Neither of you wanted to move, and the pressure of him on top of you was so comforting, but eventually he had to.

Once all was done, you lay together, just as you had started out.

“Do you… like, actually like me?” He asks, head turning to you.

“No shit, Gareth. Yes, I like you.” You say sarcastically. You hope it didn’t come out mean. Thankfully it didn’t, because he laughed.

“So, you can totally tell me to fuck off if this is stupid, but… do you want to be together? You and me? Or is that stupid-“

You shut him up with a kiss, because he would’ve rambled on forever and you already had the answer.

“Yes. I’d like that.” You smile.

“Oh, okay. Cool, cool.” He laughs, feeling a huge weight off his shoulders. You melt into his arms, but you get interrupted when he suddenly realizes something.

“Oh, shit. I’m terrible.” He says, out of nowhere.

“You are not. Why?”

“You were supposed to… finish….too. You didn’t- I did something wrong.” He says, covering his face with his hands.

“I don’t care about that. It’s okay, I promise. If it bothers you that much, you can next time. I’ll help you.”

“Next time…” he repeats idly.

“Yeah? I just kinda assumed there’d be a next time..”

“Yes. No, you’re right, there will be. I just liked the sound of that.”

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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Second Choice

could you write angst to fluff where eddie told his friends he thought Chrissy was super beautiful but a few months later he ends up falling in love with the reader(who is Chrissy's best friend) so they start dating and when he’s telling his friends they start to make jokes about how he couldn’t get the girl he wanted so he settled for her bestie instead and reader overheard and her feelings get hurt?

Requested by anon

Warnings; angst to fluff, soft Eddie.

Like, comments and especially reblogs are very much appreciated 💞. I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

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The Hellfire table was lively at lunch, talk of the next campaign was in full swing but the only person who was unusually quiet was Eddie.

Who was currently staring at the cheerleader table at none other than Chrissy Cunningham.

Garreth notices him staring and rolls his eyes.

"Dude". He nudges Eddie who comes out of his reverie.

"Chrissy is super beautiful don't you think?"

Dustin and Lucas smirk at each other while Mike joins Gareth and shakes his head amused.

"Yeah, yeah, you say that like every week man change the tune". Jeff chuckles and Eddie glares at them then finds his eyes trailing back to the cheerleading table.

Beside Chrissy is her best friend y/n, his heart skips a beat. How had he never noticed her before Jesus H Christ she was beautiful. She catches his eye and smiles at him.

He thinks that even his cynical heart could melt at that smile and suddenly Chrissy is driven out of his mind.

All that fills it now is y/n's beautiful eyes and pretty smile.

❤

The first time Eddie comes up to her is at her locker, some stare at the two of them and whisper scandalised.

Idiots y/n huffs. She's never had a problem with Eddie or thought him to be a freak like Jason and the others did.

In fact, she thought he was really sexy, she loved how he didn't conform to others' expectations, he was funny and those brown eyes of his? Gorgeous.

She kinda always had a crush on him but he always had eyes for Chrissy. Was he here to ask her about her best friend? Disappointment fills her.

He surprises her.

"Hey, uh I know you're probably going to say no but would you like to go out sometime? Watch a movie? Some shit like that?".

His cheeks are tinged pink and it's so fucking cute because rarely has she ever seen Eddie nervous. In drama, he was always the star of the show.

"I'd love to Eddie". He gapes a little then smiles all dimples.

"Great, so we can go after school? It will be totally metal princess". Her heart flutters at his cute name for her and she watches him walk away with a giddy feeling in her stomach.

❤

Eddie was very aware of the way that all of Hellfire was staring at him stunned, it was hard to focus on what was bothering them when he was thinking about y/n.

For two months they had dated and Eddie was in love. Crazy right? His cynical heart had melted from the minute he started hanging out with y/n.

Dates involved watching movies at her house or his trailer, she cooked the most incredible meals for her and him always saving some for Uncle Wayne who adored her.

They'd have nights where they would have sex and afterwards he would jam on the guitar until she fell asleep or they would work their way through the Hobbit and Lord of the rings.

He loved it and he loved her. Today he was going to tell the Hellfire boys if they would just stop staring.

"What?". He asks growing annoyed and Dustin gulps a bit but presses on with his question.

"Well, it's weird man, you haven't gushed about Chrissy in months". Really. That's why they were staring?

"Because I'm with someone Henderson, y/n, she's amazing".

Jeff frowns. "Isn't she like Chrissy's best friend?". What are they getting at?

"Yeah, and your point is dude?" He doesn't realise y/n approaching the table with a beaming smile on her face.

Gareth laughs. "Come on man, admit it. You were crushing on Chrissy for months. Oh, she's so beautiful blah blah blah and now you're with her best friend? You couldn't get the girl you actually want so you settled for her best friend?".

Eddie's stomach tightens in anger.

💞💫💞💫

She walks over to Eddie's lunch table. He was deep in conversation with the rest of Hellfire Club.

They had discussed telling his friends last night and hers. She had already told Chrissy and Robin who were both ecstatic for her and she was heading over to tell Eddie about that.

She stops when she hears his friend Gareth laughing.

Come on man, admit it. You were crushing on Chrissy for months. Oh, she's so beautiful blah blah blah and now you're with her best friend? You couldn't get the girl you actually want so you settled for her best friend?".

Dustin doesn't look impressed.

"Dude are you dating Y/n to get closer to Chrissy because that's not cool".

"Can't get the girl of your dreams so you date her bestie? Good one dude". Jeff sniggers.

Eddie really did like Chrissy? He thought Chrissy was super beautiful? Why was be with her then? Is what his friends were saying true?

Her heart shatters and she feels very hurt and seriously pissed off.

"Is that true Ed's? That's the only reason that you're dating me? As a second choice?". Eddie's head snaps up at hearing her voice, his eyes widen and he stands up.

"No, no the guys don't know shit. Jesus H Christ, I'm besotted with you princess". She sniffs wiping the tears away.

"But you did have a crush on Chrissy before?". He nodded and she shakes her head.

"So I am the second choice then?". He gapes but she rushes away before he can say anything or she hears him chew out his friends.

💞💫

"You morons". He yells at his friends who look guilty as hell.

"Eddie we...". Jeff begins to apologise.

"Shut up dude seriously. I gotta go find my girl and convince her that she's the only girl for me. I love y/n. Have been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on her. I'm over Chrissy completely. Y/n is the one for me".

With that, he storms off and goes to find y/n, luckily she hasn't gone far. She's in their spot deep the woods.

She's crying, his heart aches at the sound and he approaches her, kneels and takes her hands in his.

"Go away Eddie". He shakes his head and gently wipes her tears away.

"Sorry, princess. No can do. Gotta explain to my sweetheart that she's the only girl for me, the most beautiful, girl in the world and Yeah, I had a crush on Chrissy but I'm 100% over her. Have been since the minute I laid eyes on you".

Her crying stops and she peers up at him.

"You mean it?". He nods and kisses her forehead.

"I'm in love with you and only you. You're the only girl for me". She cups his cheek and he cuddles her close to him.

Her tense body relaxes and she sighs.

"I love you too Eds and hey I told Chrissy and Robin about us, they were really happy". He grins and strokes her hair.

"That's great princess. Now how about I introduce you properly to those dumbass friends of mine". He pulls her up and they walk hand in hand back to the school.

The boys apologise the minute y/n sits down which she accepts but doesn't want to hash it out, she would rather move past it and form good connections with them.

"Hey, why don't you guys tell me about the totally metal campaign Eddie is doing? I've helped him with bits and pieces of it. What do you all think?".

Settling on Eddie's knee she listens intently as the chatter grows animated and she's invited to her first ever Hellfire club.

For a second she's drawn to the way Eddie is gazing at her. Full of love and utter devotion.

She's his queen after all.

❤

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i could be honest, i could be human [Chapters 7 & 8]

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“Dude, are you okay—” “No, I’m not okay, Munson! Why else would you be here?” Steve asked weakly, laughing humorlessly as tears burned his eyes all over again. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie asked, and his voice sounded tight and closed off. “Just figured you have some kind of psychic ability that tells you when I’m miserable and concussed at this point,” Steve replied. CW: You meet Steve's parents in the B-Side, and while nothing physically happens, Steve's dad does come at him. Again, nothing actually happens, but it's a close thing.

Chapter Seven: July 1985

There were a lot of things Steve did that were beyond stupid and alarmingly self-destructive. One of those things was, apparently, driving while suffering from a head injury. He was fine though, and it was a short drive on quiet roads. Steve was just picking Robin up from her place, and they were going back to his house.

It was fine; Steve just had to take it easy.

It was fine up until some dipshit blew a stop sign in front of him and between slamming on his brakes and swerving, Steve narrowly missed T-boning them. There was a split second where the driver and Steve made eye-contact and he knew it was just some dumb teenager.

All Steve saw was Billy Hargrove.

The other driver honked at him as they sped away, but Steve was already pulling over. He didn’t even shut the Beemer off before he all but fell out of the driver’s seat and onto the street. Steve eventually ended up on the curb, bathed in the yellow glow of his headlights as he tried to calm his breathing down.

Not only was there a dead girl in his pool, now there was a dead boy in every near-miss on the road?

“Grow the fuck up,” Steve growled at himself as he screwed his eyes shut against the tears that were flooding them. His face, especially his eye, was very much still in pain from being beaten by the Russians,and staving off his breakdown was sending fresh waves of agony through him. Burying his hands in his hair, he pulled it sharply and hissed, “C’mon, Harrington, get it together.”

Robin was expecting him, and she was going to be worried if he was late. She was going to be upset, and it was going to be his fault because he was having a breakdown on the side of the fucking road. How was he supposed to protect the people he cared about if he couldn’t actually handle doing it? What was the point of having his pain tolerance in a crisis if he was going to be a mess about it after?

And what if they weren’t done? What if somehow the Upside Down came back, with Hopper dead and the Byers’ leaving? That just left Steve, and there he was huddled on the side of the road, barely keeping it together. What use would he be if the world ended again?

“We gotta stop running into each other like this, Stevie.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Munson,” Steve snapped explosively as he startled and tried to jump to his feet, desperate to get back into his car. He didn’t want Eddie to see him like that, unsure of what he was more scared of—the way Eddie laughed at him the first time he saw Steve beaten and bloody, or the sincere concern of the second time.

He was too raw to handle either reaction with any amount of grace.

But his attempt to stand triggered a dizzy-spell so intense it took everything in him not to fall on his face, landing hard on his hands and knees where he dry-heaved roughly.

“Dude, are you okay—”

“No, I’m not okay, Munson! Why else would you be here?” Steve asked weakly, laughing humorlessly as tears burned his eyes all over again.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie asked, and his voice sounded tight and closed off.

“Just figured you have some kind of psychic ability that tells you when I’m miserable and concussed at this point,” Steve replied. “What are you even doing here?”

“The drummer for my band? Gareth? He lives nearby and we were practicing. I was heading home when I saw your car pulled over,” Eddie explained before quietly adding, “I thought you maybe got into an accident.”

Steve let out a sigh and climbed to his feet a bit slower, relieved when the world didn’t spin around him. He had missed his chance to escape already, so Steve just turned around to face Eddie, holding his arms straight out and closing his eyes. “There you go, you’ve checked on me.”

“Jesus, Steve, who did this to you?”

Steve jumped when Eddie’s voice was closer than he had expected. Opening his eyes, he found Eddie standing right in front of him, dark eyes wide and searching as he noted every visible injury. The blatant concern felt like a hot knife in Steve’s gut and he had to fight the urge to hold onto Eddie tightly and sob.

“No one did this,” Steve lied, shivering under the weight of Eddie’s searching gaze. He knew the lie was obvious in his voice, but it was the first time he had to fend off legitimate concern from someone who didn’t know the real story of what happened. “I work—I used to work at Starcourt. I got hurt in the fire.”

“So the mall fire, what, hand-cuffed and beat you?” Eddie asked sharply, his eyes flickering pointedly at Steve’s wrists. They were exposed with how Steve was standing, and the nasty bruising on them was unmistakable; nearly perfect bands of purple and black all the way around both of his wrists.

Lowering his hands, Steve fixed his sleeves and stuttered, “That’s not—seriously, some debris fell on me while I was escaping—”

“Listen, I might’ve failed senior year twice, but I’m not fucking stupid,” Eddie snapped and Steve’s gaze snapped back to his face.

Shame flooded his gut at the hurt in Eddie’s expression and for the first time he wished he didn’t have to lie. Normally, lying to everyone after being forced to save the world was the best part. He got to pretend that none of it happened, was encouraged to, even. It was especially comforting to lie this time with how much all of them lost. With Hopper, even that asshole Billy…

“You’re not stupid, you’re right,” Steve said quickly, scuffing his foot a bit, and Eddie’s hurt expression faltered. “And I’m not trying to treat you like you are. Just… I was hurt in a bunch of events that ended in a big fire.”

Eddie’s eyebrows disappeared behind his bangs. “Did you sign some sort of confidentiality thing?”

“Something like that,” Steve replied, chuckling with relief that Eddie caught on. “Sorry, I can’t say more. It’s an insurance thing, I guess.”

Eddie considered him for a few moments before nodding. “So… what were you doing sitting here?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Someone almost hit me, I got nauseous after swerving,” Steve half-lied, shrugging a bit.

“Should you be driving at all like this?” Eddie asked, and he stepped closer as he reached out to gently touch Steve’s cheek. It was like the first time Eddie saw him beat up, yet completely different. That fluttering returned to Steve’s stomach and chest in full-force. He knew with certainty that he wasn’t embarrassed, so why did he feel like that?

“Can you even see out of this eye?”

Steve jolted out of his fuzzy thoughts, blinking up at Eddie who was standing even closer to him.

“What?” he asked, almost dazed when Eddie shifted his hand to hold his chin and turn his head a bit.

“I asked if you can even see out of this eye. It’s basically swollen shut,” Eddie elaborated and Steve finally snapped out of it, stepping back but not completely out of his reach.

“I’m not answering that. I’m fine, Munson. This isn’t my first head injury,” Steve said flippantly with an empty little chuckle.

“Hate to break it to you, Stevie, but I’m pretty sure things get worse with each new head injury,” Eddie said, and now he was starting to sound like Nancy—who, once again, had been insisting that Steve go to a doctor daily.

With the tail-end of that thought trailing off in his mind, Steve looked up at Eddie, who was still in his space and holding his chin gently. He was staring down at him with his wide brown eyes, his dark curly hair framing his face. There was a moment when Steve dazedly thought, ‘more similarities with Nancy.’

That was the moment something clicked into place at the back of Steve’s mind. That fluttering, swooping feeling in his gut wasn’t completely unfamiliar. It was the same sensation he used to have when he would talk to Nancy, when he would hold her hand, when they kissed, when they—

Steve took a shaky few steps back, out of Eddie’s reach completely and put an immediate stop to those thoughts. There was absolutely no way he was about to have that sort of crisis about Eddie Munson while concussed. At least, not on the side of the road with Eddie Munson there to see it. He would wait until he was with someone who would maybe understand, or at least support him, help him work through it.

Like Robin, who was waiting for him.

“Then the damage is already done,” Steve finally replied after a minute of talking himself down from what felt like another panic attack. He started to walk backward to his car, watching Eddie’s face as he said, “Thanks, for the talk.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow at him before giving him a secretive little grin, almost as if he knew what Steve was thinking about. “Anytime, Stevie,” he called back, still grinning as Steve got into his car.

It wasn’t until Steve was nearly to Robin’s that he realized what Eddie had been calling him the whole time.

❖

When he finally arrived at Robin’s, he had decided that he wouldn’t talk about that internal crisis until he wasn’t concussed anymore. Maybe it would go away when his ears stopped ringing and the world stopped spinning?

Bottom line, any thoughts about that were too overwhelming to think about, so Steve put a stop to them abruptly and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Took you long enough,” Robin complained as she threw herself into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. Steve flinched at the loud noise and Robin winced apologetically. “I was super worried.”

“I’m sorry, Robs,” Steve said gently, pulling away from the curb carefully. “I had to pull over for a bit.”

“Are you still dizzy? You shouldn’t be driving!” Robin scolded, looking around.

“I’m not always dizzy. There was another car, had to swerve and that got me all fucked up,” Steve replied honestly, keeping it vague enough to tell Robin without triggering another panic attack.

“Oh, okay. Are you okay, though? You seem… weird,” she asked quietly and Steve thought about Eddie. Pushing that thought away, he sighed.

“Can we get to my place before I start answering that?” he asked, trying to sound less like he was about to lose it than he felt, but he didn’t quite manage it.

“Yeah, Steve, of course,” Robin still agreed, and he could hear the tentative, comforting smile in her voice.

Steve loved that about Robin, the way she could push him if she wanted to, and how she often did. But she was also very good at knowing when to back off of him most of the time. Robin went on constantly about how she was bad at social cues, but in his experience she was just fine. Perfect, honestly.

When a hand covered his on the gearshift, Steve jumped a bit but immediately lifted his hand just enough for slender fingers to weave between his tightly. And just like that, they were sort of holding hands while Steve drove carefully to his quiet, empty house.

Upon arriving at the Harrington residence, Robin busied herself with digging through the cupboards, gathering the fixings to make a halfway decent spaghetti while she chattered away about some options for new jobs.

“Melvald’s will be hiring with Ms. Byers leaving at the end of the summer, which might be a good fit for you!” she said, but Steve just frowned.

“What about you?” he asked, and Robin rolled her eyes.

“I have to go back to school in September, Dingus,” she reminded him flatly. “You, however, are a free man!”

“I don’t want to work at Melvald’s,” Steve said with a grimace.

Robin stopped stirring the spaghetti sauce to look over at Steve with an affectionate smile. “You’d really say no to a cushy full-time job to work somewhere with me?” she asked, and he could tell she wasn’t just playing up her skepticism.

“Like I said, I like being your schmuck,” Steve reassured her with a fond smile of his own before dropping a kiss onto her forehead.

Robin grinned and flushed at that then shook her head. “You’re so stupid,” she muttered as she returned to making their dinner.

They ate their food sitting in the middle of the floor of the living room while a movie played on the TV quietly. Once Steve’s busted eye and lip looked less awful, they were going to apply at Family Video together. Robin was convinced that she had an in with Keith, which was a relief because Steve knew that guy hated his guts.

“What’s going on under all that hair, Dingus?”

Steve jolted and looked at Robin, frowning a bit. “Nothing?” he supplied, and she rolled her eyes.

“Okay, maybe right now it was nothing, but what was up with you in the car? You said to wait until we were here, and I did, and I even made us dinner and put on a movie before asking again,” Robin rambled quickly before taking a deep breath. “And you keep going somewhere far away if I’m not talking to you and it’s a little scary. I’m not used to you looking so pensive and serious all the time.”

Steve laughed at that, shaking his head. “Gee, thanks, Robs,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.

“It’s true!” she laughed, slapping at his leg.

With a sigh, Steve considered how to broach the topic. He didn’t want to discuss Eddie specifically because that would just focus Robin on the wrong part of his crisis. But how could he bring up the issue without talking about Eddie?

“Can we talk about it in bed?” he asked, and when Robin inhaled to argue, he added, “as in let’s go to bed right now and talk about it, Robs.”

At the clarification, Robin closed her mouth and mulled it over. “Fine, but if you try to get out of talking by pretending to sleep, I’m shaving your eyebrows off,” she said and turned off the TV.

They made quick work of cleaning up after their dinner before hurrying upstairs. They kept their conversation light as they changed with their backs turned to the other, Robin talking about one of her past crushes that Steve agreed whole-heartedly with.

Once they were tucked up under his comforter, shoulder-to-shoulder and heads tilted against each other, Steve knew he was out of time to stall.

“Remember your eyebrows, Steve,” Robin threatened lightly as the silence dragged on and he huffed out a laugh.

“How did you know…?” he asked, faltering before he finished the question properly.

Robin was quiet for several moments, trying to piece together what he was asking. “How did I know… what?” she finally asked and Steve tangled their fingers together between them.

“How did you know that you like-liked girls?” Steve elaborated quietly and he felt Robin tense beside him.

“Why is that what you’re thinking about?” she asked after a bit, and Steve flushed at that.

“Yeah, that’s pretty stupid, and weird to ask. I’m sorry, forget I asked,” he said quickly, shrugging.

“No, stop that, I just wasn’t expecting it,” Robin said quickly before sighing. “I dunno, Steve, for the longest time I thought everybody felt like I did about girls because, like, have you seen girls?”

“For sure,” Steve agreed easily, and he meant it. It wasn’t like his appreciation for girls was fake, but neither was his attraction to Eddie Munson.

“I think I was in seventh grade when I realized I was different. I didn’t get why one of my friends was being stupid about a boy, and she was telling me all about how he made her feel, and she said that she had a crush on him and that’s what all those feelings meant,” she continued, shrugging. “And I realized that I had all those feelings about her, y’know?”

“Yeah,” Steve hummed, squeezing Robin’s hand comfortingly. With a shaky breath, Steve asked, “Do you know if it’s possible, or like, okay to like both boys and girls?”

“I mean, duh?” Robin said with an incredulous laugh that she cut short. Suddenly, she was propped up on an elbow and looking down at Steve. “But I don’t, and I won’t. I’m gay, only into girls. If this is a weird play to get me to date you—”

“What? Ew, Robs, no. I haven’t been attracted to you since you got all mopey about Tammy fuckin’ Thompson,” Steve said quickly, then added, “Like obviously you’re hot, and a catch, and you’re going to make some very lucky girl happy someday, but respectfully, ew.”

Robin narrowed her eyes at him, assessing his expression carefully. “Okay, yeah, people can like both, just like they can like just girls or just boys,” she said. “There aren’t, like, rules.”

“That makes sense,” Steve replied, mulling Robin’s words over in his head.

“Hey, Dingus, care to make this line of questions make sense?” Robin asked, flicking Steve’s nose gently.

“I think… I like guys,” Steve finally said, his voice so quiet he thought that maybe Robin didn’t hear him for how long the silence stretched after. Anxiety clawed at his guts as he stared resolutely up at the ceiling, chewing his lip. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and said, “Robs?”

“Oh, shit, I was waiting—sorry, I thought you were going to say more, just—holy shit,” Robin finally babbled in a rush, and Steve looked at her. Shock was evident in her expression, but she was smiling at him. “That must be a lot, huh?”

Steve laughed weakly, a single tear escaping his eye as he nodded. “I mean, yeah,” he replied with an awkward one-shouldered shrug.

“So… are we going to discuss the crush?” Robin asked and Steve felt his face go hot with his blush.

He thought about Eddie, his huge smile and deep dimples. He thought about the gentle way Eddie held his face earlier, the way he straddled him in his van last year, the way Eddie held his wrist on Halloween. He remembered the brief touch of Eddie’s thumb on his lip the first time they talked, the way that lit his whole body up before the contact turned mean. A part of him liked it when the touch turned mean, which he definitely wasn’t prepared to examine.

“Who says I have a crush?” he asked unconvincingly.

“So, you were just casually thinking about maybe liking dudes and came to this realization all on your own?” she asked flatly, her voice dripping in skepticism.

Steve huffed and looked away. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” he admitted after a bit, rolling onto his side. “It wouldn’t work out anyway.”

If he wasn’t brave enough to face his parents or the town to be Eddie’s friend, how would he manage to be his boyfriend? That was even assuming there was a chance of that at all. Eddie deserved better than any half-measure Steve could offer him, platonic or romantic.

“Oh, forbidden love, is it?” Robin whispered loudly, laying back down so their foreheads were pressed together. “I mean, other than your crush being a guy in Hawkins, of course.”

Steve laughed, nodding. “Yeah, something like that,” he said vaguely.

“I’m gonna figure it out though, just you watch,” Robin threatened, and Steve just laughed at that.

“You go ahead and try, Buckley,” he challenged her with a quiet, relaxed smile.

Chapter Eight: B-Side

“Stephen!”

Steve was immediately awake and sitting bolt upright, panic filling his veins with ice water. Robin was a bit slower to sit up, but her eyes were wide awake and clear. Since Starcourt, neither of them were able to sleep very well at all, alert to every noise they heard and waking up constantly throughout the night. It had been getting marginally better as each night passed, but this was the first time they both slept properly.

That’s the only way it was possible that Steve’s parents were able to get onto the driveway, let alone enter the house at all without waking at least one of them up.

Robin took a deep breath next to Steve and laughed a bit nervously. “It’s just your parents,” she said, and she sucked in a sharp breath when their eyes met. “Steve? Are you okay?”

It was a weird question, and it didn’t make sense in Steve’s head. A few seconds later, or maybe minutes, he realized he was holding his breath and his hands were wringing the comforter in his lap in a white-knuckled grip.

“Steve? Steve, c’mon, you’re freaking me out,” Robin hissed, and the fear in her voice finally got through to him. Steve slowly released the breath he was holding, and Robin sighed and dropped her forehead onto Steve’s shoulder.

Both of them jumped when there was a soft knock at Steve’s door.

“Steve? Are you up?” came his mother’s voice.

With a shaky sigh, Steve replied, “Yeah, mom. I’ll be down in a couple minutes.”

“Okay. Your dad was wanting to speak with you before we head out again tomorrow,” his mom said, her voice gentle but not the same way Joyce Byers’ voice usually was. It was gentle in the way you would speak around a dangerous animal.

That told Steve enough about the mood his dad was in.

“I’m just getting dressed,” Steve said, slipping out of the bed and grabbing a pair of jeans and a yellow sweater out of his closet.

“I’ll be in the kitchen, sweetie,” his mom replied, and the endearment brought him no comfort.

It felt like he was moving through molasses, his limbs sluggish as he shrugged out of his pajamas. Steve was going to have to go downstairs and face his dad’s bad mood. To top it all off, Robin was going to hear all of it.

He hadn’t told her anything about his parents, not even how much his dad seemed to hate him, and definitely nothing about his dad’s typical form of discipline. Steve knew enough not to tell anyone about that sort of thing.

For one, who would believe him that Richard Harrington, a well-respected businessman in their town, beat his only son and heir to the Harrington family wealth? Secondly, people knowing just made the punishments worse.

Steve could remember a kid in elementary who came to school with a black eye and a flimsy lie about being clumsy. A teacher tried to do something about it, but the kid ended up in the hospital with a broken arm before the whole family left. Most of all, Steve remembered that situation for his dad’s reaction.

“That’s why you don’t leave marks anywhere too visible if your kid needs hands-on discipline. Nosy teachers getting involved in things that don’t concern them.”

Now, Robin was about to go from blissfully ignorant to knowing way too much. Steve couldn’t tell what he was more afraid of; his father downstairs, or Robin knowing.

“Steve.”

He looked over at the bed, taking his time before meeting her eyes. When Steve finally did, the concern in Robin’s expression was overwhelming.

“Can we escape out the window?” Robin asked, and Steve laughed like she was joking, but she didn’t join in.

“It’s a straight drop to the pool deck from my window, Robs,” Steve replied, shaking his head with a sigh. “And my car keys are at the front door. I just have to get this over with.”

“I don’t want you to go downstairs, Steve,” Robin whimpered, her hands wringing the comforter as her eyes turned glassy with unshed tears. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you didn’t even look this scared in the bunker, or even against the big monster, and I’m terrified.”

“Hey, hey, Robbie,” Steve said, rushing back to the bed to pull her into a tight hug. “It’ll be okay, I’m fine. My dad and I just… don’t get along and I didn’t expect them to come home. Usually, they go straight to the next place. That’s all.”

Robin pushed Steve back to look at him. “Y’know, I can tell when you’re lying?”

“Robs, I just need you to stay up here and keep quiet, okay?” Steve said flatly, unable to actually argue her claim. “I’ll deal with this, and then we can leave. Promise.”

He could tell she wasn’t convinced, but she nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes. “Fine, but if I hear anything even remotely scary, I’m coming down there with your nail bat, you hear me, Dingus?” she pressed, and Steve just pulled her back into a brief hug.

“Alright, Robin,” he replied as he kissed the side of her head and stood back up.

The trek to the kitchen went quicker than he had hoped, but fortunately his dad wasn’t there yet. His mom was paging through a magazine at the island when Steve entered, and it took her several seconds to look up at him.

Katherine Harrington was beautiful, dressed like she stepped out of the magazine she was looking at, and it was only ten in the morning. She was always so put-together, her make-up meticulously applied and hair perfect. Steve couldn’t remember a single time where he saw her looking anything less than stunning.

Steve knew his mom was younger than his dad by at least five years and that they met when she started as his secretary. There was supposedly love in the beginning because Steve’s grandfather had hated her, and the only way he allowed them to marry was if she signed a prenup that voided her claim to literally any of Richard’s wealth. Steve hoped that was the only reason she stayed with Richard, even after he could barely stand the family he fought to have.

How would she be able to support her son with nothing? And he knew if she tried to leave, his dad would be cruel enough to fight for custody to hurt both of them.

Steve always concocted these reasons for Katherine, trying to find an explanation for her apathy that didn’t make her a bad person.

When Katherine finally looked up at Steve, she gasped and actually hurried around the island toward him. It was moments like that when Steve felt like he was right. She loved him and cared for him, but she was trapped in a way that even Steve wasn’t or at least wouldn’t always be. He thought he could remember a time when Katherine cared about being his mother, cared about him more than she cared about keeping Richard happy.

“Oh, God, Steve what happened to your face?” she asked sadly, reaching up to gently hold his cheeks in her cool palms. There was something about the way she asked her question that stung, but he tucked that away and tried to get as much of her attention as he could before Richard came.

“Mom—”

“I see the dead-beat has finally risen.”

Richard entered the kitchen from behind Steve, brushing past him hard enough that Steve nearly fell against Katherine.

“Richard, will you look at your son, please?” Katherine pleaded, and the way Richard scoffed gutted Steve even if it shouldn’t hurt anymore.

“How can you possibly be a Harrington— no, my son if you can’t even get into State, Stephen? I gave up on my hopes that you’d go to Harvard when you were in elementary, but for Christ’s sake, this? If it wasn’t for that hideous uniform you have to wear, I’d be teaching you to think twice before humiliating me like this.”

Finally, the older man turned to look at Steve, and his expression of disdain did not even waver.

“What, did you lose another fight, Stephen?” Richard asked coldly, and Katherine’s hands dropped away from Steve’s face. Steve looked down at her, but Katherine was avoiding his gaze.

“Look at me when I’m speaking to you,” Richard snapped, and Steve immediately met his eyes again. “Who did you scuffle with this time?”

For a moment, Steve wished he could just say what had happened to him in the last two years; the Upside Down, the torture in a Russian bunker under the mall, that Billy Hargrove almost killed him last November, everything. He wished he could tell them, and they would believe him.

But that wouldn’t happen. Nothing Steve did or said would make that happen.

“I didn’t lose a fight, dad. I almost died,” Steve said, and he flinched when Richard slowly turned to face him fully. There was a script for these moments, and while Steve never actually knew the lines Richard wanted to hear, he knew one thing for certain; he wasn’t supposed to argue.

“In the fire at the mall, I barely escaped,” he added quickly to make it sound less like a defense and more like an explanation.

Richard’s expression only darkened, and Katherine shuffled her feet nervously.

“What have I told you about talking back, Stephen?” Richard asked, his voice low and dangerous.

“You asked—”

Richard slammed a broad palm down on the countertop, the sound making Steve and Katherine both flinch. “What have I said about talking back?” Richard asked through gritted teeth. “What are you supposed to do, Stephen?”

“Keep my mouth shut, sir,” Steve immediately answered.

“Now, let’s say I believe this claim that you almost died in the fire at the mall, that doesn’t explain what happened to your face,” Richard continued and then gestured at Steve. “Who did you lose to, Stephen?”

Steve took a slow, deep breath in through his nose and rolled his shoulders back. “I was injured during the events that ended in a fire at the Starcourt Mall,” he said flatly, knowing he had sealed his fate. “I signed a bunch of confidentiality paperwork and cannot discuss anything further.”

“That’s ridiculous, I’m your father—”

“And I’m eighteen, a legal adult. I signed legally binding paperwork,” Steve interrupted, baffled that Richard could scoff at Steve being called his son when the expectation was for him to care, but then insist on his paternal entitlement to information.

Steve barely noticed that his mom had taken a shuffling step away from him, moving to get out of Richard’s path if he decided to cross the room.

There was a moment where absolute silence settled over the kitchen, and the ringing in Steve’s left ear was deafening. He had been so distracted by everything else, he hadn’t even noticed it.

Katherine took a full step away from Steve and against his better judgment, he looked away from Richard to watch her in complete shock. It’s not like she would ever get between them to stop a punishment, but Steve had never experienced this, her so obviously getting out of the way for him.

“Mom?” he asked in a voice that was so small, he would have been embarrassed if he wasn’t so deeply sad.

It was either Katherine’s movement or Steve’s voice, but Richard snapped out of his enraged silence and stormed across the kitchen at Steve, hand already lifted for what Steve knew would be one hell of a backhand.

Before Steve could think to defend himself or even run, a slim hand slipped into his and entwined their fingers as Robin put herself in front of Steve. Richard pulled up short with wide eyes, his momentum making him stumble just a step and he quickly lowered his hand.

“Hi Mr. And Mrs. Harrington, I’m so sorry to interrupt, but I spent the night last night, and now I have to get to this really important thing, like, right now, so I’m gonna have to borrow Steve,” Robin said in a rush as she put her back against Steve’s front and leaned against him hard enough that he took a stumbling step backward.

“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met,” Richard said, his expression shifting to something that made Steve think about politicians. It was kind until you looked at it for too long. “I’m Richard, and this is my wife, Katherine.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Robin,” Robin answered nervously, smiling as she glanced at Steve’s parents. Then she looked over her shoulder with one of her fearful little giggles as she said, “It’s funny, Stevie, my dad’s name is Richard, too.”

He tilted his head curiously at that, despite the situation they were in, before squeezing her hand lightly.

“I don’t believe Stephen’s ever mentioned you,” Richard said thoughtfully, his eyes narrowed just slightly.

“Well, I can’t imagine he would’ve,” Robin laughed as she looked back at Richard, leaning against Steve until he took another step back. She shrugged slightly and added, “I mean, we were only coworkers at first.”

“Ah, so you worked with Stephen, and then what?” Richard asked, his tone turning mean now that Robin revealed herself to be too low for his civility. “Did he charm you into his bed like every other slut?”

Robin rolled her shoulders back and stood up straight, squeezing Steve’s hand so tight it hurt. Steve was absolutely overwhelmed by the way she literally squared up with his father standing only three feet away.

“He literally saved my life, and a bunch of kids, too. During the fire. Your son is literally a hero, Mr. Harrington. You can ask anyone! Hell, just look at the newspapers piled on the counter there,” she said, gesturing at the pile Steve kept.

Steve had only actually kept them to reread and remind himself of what he said to the press and keep the official statement of the incident in his head. This concussion had him forgetting things a lot when it was fresh, and he had a lot of holes in his memory during the immediate aftermath.

“So yeah, that’s the deal,” Robin said when the silence stretched a bit longer than she usually allowed. She leaned back, but this time Steve immediately took the step without her pushing him that hard. “I’m just going to go and I’m taking Steve with me, okay?”

Richard blinked rapidly before saying, “I was not done speaking to my son—”

“Actually! You are, Mr. Harrington,” Robin said, and even though her hand was shaking in Steve’s, her voice was like iron. What was baffling to Steve was that it actually worked, at least for the moment, because Richard’s stance loosened, and his disdainful glare fell away.

For the first time in his life, Richard Harrington was faced with someone willing to stand up for Steve, and that person was a teenage girl half his size. She physically put herself between him and Steve, a place where Steve’s own mother wouldn’t stand, and squared her stance against him.

“Now that’s settled, we’re going to go! Right, Stevie?” Robin said after another long silence. Steve could feel her palm going sweaty in his, and he couldn’t have helped the smile that came to his face if he wanted to.

Robin was so brave, and she would never give herself credit for it. She was brave, and smart, and impulsive, and somehow, she was choosing to be all of that for Steve. Not just against Russian generals and giant monsters made of melted flesh, but also his greatest demons he thought were his own to fight. And on top of everything, she was terrified while doing it.

She didn’t want Steve to come downstairs earlier, and there she was, out of the safety of his bedroom and blocking his dad’s path.

Something shifted in the back of Steve’s mind and a little bit of his fear eased.

“Yeah, Robs, we’re going,” Steve agreed, clearing his throat and nodding at his father. He looked at Katherine for the first time since she moved away from him, and there was a pinched look on her face. It wasn’t quite upset, but there was something thoughtful in it.

Maybe she saw something in this that would help her, too. Steve wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but he wasn’t going to examine that until much later.

“That car belongs to me, Stephen,” Richard snapped, and Steve was struck by how childish he sounded. Did he always sound like that? What was even better was that Richard was wrong in a way that had a paper trail.

Emboldened by Robin’s defense, Steve looked his father in the eye and said, “No, it’s not. It’s been registered in my name since I turned eighteen, dad. Don’t you remember?”

It had been a shock for Steve when his parents actually returned for his eighteenth birthday, and part of him was excited. That small part of him quickly quieted when the lawyer showed up a few minutes later, however. They were only there to settle legal obligations as quickly as possible, and then they would be leaving all over again.

They had spent the entire day reading and signing the legal documents for everything he stood to gain upon reaching adulthood. Steve made sure to confirm with the lawyer that once the paperwork was all signed and filed with the assets transferred, they were legally his and his father would have no claim to it anymore. He worded the questions in a way that made him appear stupid, as if he just wasn’t understanding the legalese and needed it explained like he was a toddler so Richard wouldn’t catch on.

It worked, and the lawyer explained in the simplest terms that several things were his completely and utterly without any possibility of anyone interfering: the Beemer, the sizable trust left to him by his grandfather, and part of a trust from his father. The rest of his trust from his father was due to come to him when he turned twenty-five, but Steve didn’t care about that. He cared about what was his right now.

Now Richard was staring Steve down, his nostrils flaring just slightly before he put his politician’s smile back on. “Right, of course, I always forget you’re an adult these days,” he said, his voice cool as he looks Steve up and down with barely concealed disdain.

“Yeah, I bet it’s hard to remember your kid’s age when you’re never around, huh?” Robin blurted and Steve could tell that was meant to stay in her head when her shoulders did a hitching cringe upward.

Richard could not conceal his anger when he glanced down at Robin this time, his sneer obvious. “I didn’t catch your family name, Robin,” he stated flatly, his command clear to Steve.

“Didn’t give it,” she replied instead, shrugging one shoulder in the face of Richard’s growing rage.

Steve was sure his father wouldn’t hurt her, but every time Robin talked back that certainty weakened.

“You have me at a disadvantage,” Richard admitted, his voice low and threatening.

“That really sucks, man,” Robin retorted, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout. “Okay, Dingus, let’s go!”

With that, Robin practically dragged Steve out of the house, not even letting them stop to actually put their shoes on. They just grabbed them and ran out the front door. Once they were in the Beemer, Steve went to put his shoes on, but Robin smacked his arm.

“Drive, Steve. Get me away from here,” Robin begged, and Steve immediately started the car and reversed off the driveway faster than he normally would have, then sped out of Loch Nora.

Once they were well and truly out of immediate danger, Steve pulled over and shut the Beemer off. He busied himself with putting his shoes on while everything that had just happened washed over him.

It was overwhelming, how absolute Robin’s love and devotion was, and how he didn’t even have to do anything to keep it? She got nothing out of their relationship except free rides forever and someone to help her through her nightmares, and yet she would stand up to his father. Steve brought nothing to the table, and yet she was willing to go to bat against a man that no one has said “no” to for most of his life.

Steve dropped his forehead against the steering wheel and covered his face with his hands, letting out a laugh that sounded much more like a sob. His hands were instantly wet with the tears streaming down his face, and Steve was baffled. Why was he crying when he felt so happy?

“Steve? Steve, I’m so sorry if I fucked up,” Robin was saying, and Steve was filled with even more confusion. Why would she think she fucked up? And why couldn’t he stop crying long enough to reassure her? “I was so scared just waiting up in your room and I heard this really loud bang, and I couldn’t just sit up there if he was going to be hurting you, so I came downstairs and you looked so fucking scared Stevie, I just couldn’t—”

Steve couldn’t make his voice work, so he just reached across the center console and dragged Robin into a crushing hug, sobbing into her neck and shoulder. Immediately, her arms were around him, just as tight, and he could feel her shaking with her own tears.

“Robs, you are literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Steve managed to say, the words a bit garbled and wet with his tears, but he could tell she understood when she laughed.

“The feeling’s mutual, Dingus,” she replied, and Steve pulled back, frowning.

“Why, though?” Steve asked weakly, trying to calm himself down but failing when the look Robin gave him was painfully fond and sincere.

“Even before the Russians and saving Hawkins, you were interesting and funny, and yeah I made fun of you for all the children you were friends with, but I could see the way they looked at you and I knew I was missing something huge,” Robin explained in a rush. “I could tell you were important to them, even if they made fun of you constantly, and yeah, I was pissed about it because I had decided to hate you for eternity. And then when we got stuck down there with the Russians… you were going to sacrifice yourself for all of us. Even me! And you barely knew me!”

“Anyone would’ve—”

“No, Steve, stop that!” Robin shouted, her voice uncharacteristically angry for a second. “You always do that! Someone gives you a compliment and you downplay it so much, when honestly, no! No one else would’ve done what you did, you just have a skewed perspective of what’s normal behaviour because your only friends are also self-sacrificing idiots!”

Steve blinked at her and with a wobbly smirk he said, “you know you’re one of those self-sacrificing idiots then, right?”

“Exactly!” Robin cried, throwing her hands up before she took a deep breath. “Anyway, you threw yourself between us and danger the entire time we were in that bunker. Every single time, you were between us and danger. I think you drew the short straw in being tortured first thanks to misogyny—”

Steve laughed at that, a proper laugh that started in his stomach and bubbled over which made Robin smile brightly.

“I’m being serious! I looked up that word he was calling me the whole time! He was a sexist creep!” Robin insisted, her grin ruining her outrage just a bit.

“I believe you, Robs,” Steve said instantly, and his face settled into a fond, vulnerable little grin that he reserved just for her. “I believe you.”

“And then there’s that! That thing you do, where you look at people like they’re the whole universe, like they’re actually worth all the pain, like they’re so important,” she added, tears filling her eyes. “And that nothing could ever change that, no matter what. It’s so—if I’ve learned one thing since becoming your friend, Steve, it’s that having you? On your side, or your team, or your corner or whatever? It’s so overwhelming and it makes me want to be brave and outgoing and bigger because I know you’ll be right there, always. Y’know?”

“Of course, Robs,” Steve immediately agreed, reaching over to hold her hand and squeeze. “You’re stuck with me until you tell me to get lost.”

“And that’s never going to happen, Dingus. I love you, so much it’s stupid, and tenth grade Robin is chewing glass about it,” Robin said through a laugh that knocked a few tears free from her lashes. “There’s this tiny part of me that wishes I was into guys, too, because I would date you in a heartbeat, Stevie.”

“Yeah, right,” Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You say that, but the moment it’s my turn to pick the movie we’re going to watch—”

“Steve Harrington, I’d marry you,” Robin insisted, reaching over to poke his cheek. “Bad movies and all. You make me kinda scared that I won’t find someone else who loves me just as much as you do,” she confessed after a bit and Steve frowned at that.

“You will,” he promised. “She’ll love you in ways that I can’t and more—don’t make that face, get your head out of the gutter! I’m trying to have a genuine fucking moment here—”

Robin burst out laughing and shook her head. “I know, Steve, I know. It was just too good to pass up,” she giggled and then sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me about your dad?”

Steve grimaced at that and glanced away. “I don’t know. Seemed like my problem? Mostly, I thought everyone’s parents were kind of like that. It wasn’t really until I actually got to know the Wheelers and Ms. Byers that I… realized my dad hated me, y’know?” he admitted, shrugging as he tipped his head back to look at the ceiling. “And then I just… figured you’d leave if I told you.”

“Steve, I wouldn’t—is there something I did that made you think that?” Robin asked, and she sounded so upset that he felt that way. He couldn’t look at her because he knew he’d lose his composure all over again.

“No, Robs, you didn’t. Not at all. I think just… when you live under someone’s boot like that your whole life, the things they say about you stick, y’know?” he replied quietly, closing his eyes. “He always said I was only good for three things: my family name, my car, and my looks. That I brought nothing else to any relationship, and that’s why nothing worked out for me. So, if I brought this to you, you’d leave.”

“That’s—he’s wrong, Steve. You bring so much more—”

“Robs, I love you, and I’m—I don’t want you to reassure me, okay? I just need you to listen,” Steve interrupted, and Robin closed her mouth with an audible click of her teeth.

“Right, of course, yeah. Sorry,” she said quickly and squeezed Steve’s hand.

“I’ve never had anyone defend me against him, Robs. Literally, no one has ever told him off or stood between us, so I never had a reason to think anyone ever would, y’know?” Steve continued, taking a slow breath as his eyes began welling up with tears again. “Which… I figured I deserved it. If no one stood up for me, he had to be right. And then I guess I just didn’t want to find out that people agreed with him, so I hid it from everyone.”

“Wait, so no one knows?” Robin asked, her tone alarmed.

Steve shook his head quickly. “I think Tommy Hagan knew, because his dad’s a lot like mine, but he never—yeah, no one else knows,” he replied sadly.

“Not even Nancy?” Robin pressed and Steve laughed.

“Especially not Nancy,” he said, finally glancing over at Robin.

“What does that mean?” Robin asked, baffled. “You were in love with her, you wanted to marry her, Steve.”

“I was trying so hard to keep us above water back then, with Barb dying and the rest of the Upside Down stuff, I couldn’t put this on her, too,” he explained, chewing the inside of his cheek. “Then she dumped me, and…”

Steve trailed off at that, his brain finally making a connection now that he was actually talking about everything to another person.

“Steve?” Robin pushed, squeezing his hand and bringing him back to the present.

“Yeah, sorry, just… when she dumped me, she called me ‘bullshit’ and it just…” he stopped as a new wave of emotions choked him up. It was like his heart was breaking all over again, even if he wasn’t in love with Nancy anymore.

“Confirmed what your dad said about you,” Robin finished for him, her voice small and sad, and Steve nodded as he held back a sob.

“It’s not like she knew, and she’s already apologized so much for that, and she’s honestly one of my best friends even if things are kind of weird between us right now,” he said in a rush, wiping his tears away hurriedly. He moved a bit too quickly and touched the bruising under his eyes too hard, but he barreled on. “And I didn’t even fucking realize this was—”

“Steve, you don’t want me to reassure you right now, right?” Robin interrupted, and Steve looked over at her. “You just want to tell me how you’re feeling, no comfort and no solutions, yeah?”

“Yeah?” he replied slowly.

“Then stop reassuring Nancy,” she said sternly, and Steve frowned at her.

“She’s not even here,” he argued.

“Exactly, so what does it matter that she’s apologized and is your best friend, or whatever? What does that have to do with the conversation?” Robin pressed, and Steve floundered for a response.

“I don’t want you thinking she’s actually like my dad,” he finally said, quietly.

“So, you were reassuring me?” Robin asked, raising an eyebrow when Steve clenched his jaw. “Because Steve, all that stuff you said about Nancy? It just sounded like something you would say if she was sitting here instead, and she started crying because you said she confirmed all the nasty little things your dad made you believe about yourself.”

Steve couldn’t argue that now that it was framed in that way, and he looked away from her. “Okay,” he conceded. “You have a point…”

“Of course, I do,” Robin said brightly, then she added teasingly, “I’m the smartest person you know.”

“You are,” he agreed immediately, looking at her and catching the surprised expression on her face when what he said sunk in.

“Don’t let Dustin hear you say that,” she laughed, and Steve shrugged.

“He’d agree with me,” he said simply, sighing heavily.

“Back to what I was saying, though,” Robin said seriously. “I want you to promise that when we’re talking about feelings? And all that? We don’t make ourselves small, okay? We don’t reassure anyone, especially if they aren’t even there. Deal?”

Steve chuckled and nodded. “Deal,” he replied.

“Pinky-swear it?” Robin asked, holding up her pinky.

Steve rolled his eyes affectionately and let go of her hand so he could hook his pinky with hers. Leaning in, they sealed the pinky-swear with a kiss to the side of their fists, before pulling away from each other.

Just as Steve sat back properly in his seat, his stomach let loose a ferocious growl that startled both of them.

“Are you hungry or were you Flayed? Holy shit, Harrington,” Robin laughed, and Steve immediately joined in.

“Let’s go to that diner on Main. They have the best hashbrowns,” Steve said, starting the car again.

“Sounds perfect, you’re buying though,” Robin said brightly.

“Of course, I—shit, my wallet’s back at the house,” Steve groaned, anxiety spiking at the thought of going back there while his dad was still home and angry.

“Nope, it’s not,” Robin said, grinning when Steve looked back at her with confusion. Then she got a bit sheepish and looked out her window. “When you went downstairs, I pretty much immediately got dressed, and I was scared so I like… emptied my bag so I could, like, fit as much of your clothes in it as I could?”

“Robs—?”

“That’s so dumb, I know, but it made a lot of sense when I was doing it, because I figured I’d be going home anyway and it was only like, two outfits, which I could get back when they eventually left again, but you would need clothes sooner than that,” she continued on before taking a deep breath and shaking her head. “Anyway, all of that just to say that I have your wallet in my bag.”

“Robs, why did you pack my clothes?” he asked quietly.

“Because you’re staying at my place until that asshole leaves again,” Robin answered instantly, and Steve gaped at her.

“Your parents—”

“They already know I’ve been spending the night at your place, Steve. They might get a bit intense because they think we’re dating, and…” Robin trailed off and then shook her head. “Whatever, they won’t care.”

“What were you going to say, Robs?” Steve pushed, catching the break in her sentence.

“Ugh, I was going to say that if we told them that your dad hits you, they would literally not even hesitate to take you in, Steve,” Robin said quickly, and before Steve could get a word in edgewise, she was talking again. “My mom’s, like, a psychologist and she works with social workers and kids with rough homes a lot, so she would probably burn the Harrington name to the ground if you so much as hinted you wanted it done.”

“Robs—”

“And my dad—he goes by Ricky, by the way—is this huge teddy-bear of a guy, but he looks kinda scary when he wants to, and he would be so scary on your dad’s front lawn if you asked him to,” she pushed on just as quickly. “And—”

“Robin, it’s fine. You don’t—” Steve took a deep breath as he rubbed his uninjured eyebrow nervously.

He was trying to be better, to be open and vulnerable and genuine with more people. Steve didn’t want to be like his parents, and he didn’t want to be roped in with them anymore just because he was quietly hiding under their shadow. Robin saw him and supported him, and that made him feel just a little bit braver.

“I don’t want them to go after him,” Steve said after a few beats of silence. “I don’t think he’d hurt my mom, but I don’t want to risk it either. But we can tell them…”

“Okay! Great! I mean, not great, obviously. It all sucks a lot—”

“I get what you meant, Robin,” Steve laughed, cutting off her backtracking before it got truly spectacular.

“That’s kinda why I thought I messed up, though. My mom is always telling me to be careful if you’re getting involved in a situation like that because you might think you’re helping but you’re actually making it worse,” Robin babbled, and this time Steve let’s her get it out of her system. “But then I thought, hey, I’m not just confronting the asshole out of nowhere, or I’m not retaliating, or calling the cops, or anything like that, I’m just getting in the middle and taking you away from there, so that’s okay, right?”

“It was definitely okay, more than okay, Robs,” Steve agreed, smiling at her quickly, and the way she preened under the praise was adorable. “Thank you so much for not doing what I asked you to.”

“Anytime, Dingus,” she promised, and Steve chuckled with an affectionate eyeroll.

Steve knew he was eventually going to come down from the high of standing up to his father and escaping unscathed, and it was going to suck. He knew he would be full of anxiety about Robin’s love for him and the gnawing doubt that she would actually care that much.

But right at that moment, Steve felt loved and important because his best friend’s bag was stuffed with his clothes because she had decided to hide him for as long as she had to. She faced down his greatest demon and still wanted to be around him, to protect him. Robin did all that, and Steve didn’t even have to ask her to.

Any sad or anxious thoughts would have to wait their turn because Steve was getting breakfast with his best friend, and the two of them were going to have a good day.

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Steve’s No Good, Very Bad Day

This is something a little different from what I usually do so I hope you guys like it! Please leave your thoughts and title ideas in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Steve was just wrapping up at work one day, getting ready to run some errands when the kids stampeded through the door. He hardly even had time to sigh before Dustin was trying to negotiate for him to give them a ride to the community pool.

“Steve, it’s eighty four degrees outside right now and the community pool is a mile away. If we bike there in these conditions, we could get heat stroke and die. What kind of friend would you be if you let us die when you could’ve prevented it? Since we all know you’re my best friend, you should give us a ride.”

“Dude, no. I have errands to run and I’m really not in the mood to babysit,” Steve said, shaking his head. He had better things to do than drive them around town all day. Like buying himself groceries and toilet paper, interesting stuff.

“Please, Steve? We’re counting on you! Just give us a ride and we’ll leave you alone for the rest of the weekend!” Lucas bartered.

“I’m hosting DnD at my house tomorrow,” Steve said, completely deadpan.

“And we’ll leave you alone until then!” Dustin jumped in. “Please?”

“Son of a bitch, fine! Go wait by my car. Jesus Christ, you’re truly annoying. You know that, right?”

“Thanks Steve!” Dustin called and ran to wait by his car.

Steve just sighed and shook his head. He didn’t sign up for this. He loves those kids but goddamn, he just wanted one day to himself after working customer service and faking smiles all morning. Nevertheless, he climbed into his car and cranked the AC before heading towards the pool.

“So where’s Will, Max, and El? Are you guys hanging out with them today too?”

“Of course we are,” Dustin answered snootily. “They’re our friends.”

“They’re meeting us at the pool,” Lucas added.

“Well, thank you Lucas for answering my question,” he turned to look at Dustin in the passenger seat. “You need to lose the ‘tude, Henderson. I’m doing you shitheads a favor. Tone it down.”

“Sorry,” Dustin muttered.

They traveled the rest of the way in silence with only the soft tones of Simon and Garfunkel playing softly through the radio. When they turned into the pool’s parking lot, something felt off. Steve couldn’t put his finger on it. Nothing looked out of the blue but something was wrong, he was certain.

“Stay in the car, I’ll be right back.” He opened his door and Henderson opened his as well. “Dustin, please. Just stay in the car for a minute.”

“Wha- but…”

“Dustin!” He gave him a confused look but shut the door regardless.

Steve saw Max, Will, and El rounding the corner and ran up to them. They looked fine too but something still felt off. His stomach was twisting in warning and he didn’t know why.

“Hey guys-”

“Steve? I didn’t know you’d be coming. We could’ve used the ride,” Max snarked.

“Listen, something feels off. Get in my car,” Steve told them. His heart started beating faster and he could feel sweat dripping on his forehead. His adrenaline was going crazy and he didn’t know why.

“Steve, there isn’t enough room. We won’t fit-” Will tried to explain but he was cut off by the sound of gunfire. El threw up her hands to telekinetically redirect the bullets and Steve tackled Max and El to the ground.

He lightly smacked his head on the cement but he picked himself up soon enough. When he looked around the parking lot, there were dozens of government agents facing El with their guns drawn.

“Eleven. We are with a secret department of the United States government. If you come with us peacefully, we’ll let your friends live.” As the woman in charge was talking, Steve noticed a man standing behind El raise his gun to her head.

“El!” He jumped up from the ground the pushed her away from the path of the gun as it fired. He felt a sharp, searing pain in his shoulder and then he was back on the ground.

“Steve!” She looked over at him but he just shook his head with his teeth clenched.

“Kill them!” He felt bad about ordering a kid to kill the fifteen agents, not for them but for her. She didn’t deserve to carry their deaths on her conscience. But as he saw all of their necks snap in unison, he couldn’t help but feel a little relieved.

All of the kids surrounded him worriedly. The boys looked slightly nauseous while Max and El were looking at his shoulder in concern.

“Steve? Are you okay, buddy? I’m pretty sure you got shot.” Dustin told him gently, just as he had in Billy’s Camaro all those years ago.

“El… you okay?” Steve asked her quietly. It was getting harder for him to speak. It felt like there was a fog over him that was pulling him under.

“Of course I am okay, Steve. You were the one that was shot,” she told him matter-of-factly.

“Hmm, yeah makes sense. Fucking... figures,” and then he lost consciousness.

~*~*~*~

When he woke up, it was to a bland hospital room. His head ached, his shoulder throbbed, and his throat was dry. As annoyed as he was with the situation, Steve was glad that he had been there for the kids. Who knew what would’ve happened if he hadn’t gotten there when he did. Would El have that man’s bullet in her head? Would Max and Will be dead due to a slew of bullets? He’s glad he would never have to find out.

He was so lost in his thoughts of what could have happened that he didn’t notice Hopper stepping in until he spoke.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Hopper hissed angrily.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked in confusion. It almost seemed like Hopper was mad at him but he was pretty positive that he had no reason to be.

“Why the hell were you taking the kids to the pool? You know that people are after her and you just took her out into the open? How could you do something so stupid?!”

Steve’s entire body flinched at his comment. “Hop, the kids were going anyway. The only reason I was there was to give Dustin, Lucas, and Mike a ride. The other kids were meeting them there. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You’re the adult, Harrington! You should’ve told them no and then none of us would be in this situation!”

“Hop, I’m sorry. Next time I’ll be more careful. I know it must’ve been scary to see your kids like that…”

“You’re not my son!” He screamed at him in fury.

Steve’s blood turned cold. “Wh-what?”

“El is my daughter and your actions almost got her killed! And you put all the other kids in danger too. I don’t know if Joyce and I can forgive you for this, Harrington.”

Hopper shook his head derisively one last time and stalked out of the hospital room. Steve just laid there in shock. He didn’t know why Hopper was so mad at him or why he decided that Steve wasn’t worth any effort anymore. He didn’t know why he always pushed away his parental figures but this was three people now that he managed to disappoint so it had to be an issue with him. All he could do was close his eyes and cry at the unfairness of it all.

~*~*~*~

Between visits from Eddie and Robin, Steve was alone. The kids were banned from seeing him due to what Hopper had coined ‘reckless endangerment’ and it wasn’t like he had anyone else interested in visiting him. So it was a surprise when a chastened Hopper entered his room.

“Hey kid, how are you doing?” He asked him softly.

Steve just stared at him. He wasn’t sure where he and Hop stood after he screamed at him just a few days prior.

“Look Steve, I want to apologize. I uh, I didn’t have all of the information and I blamed you when it wasn’t your fault. I know now that you were there to protect the kids and you did a great job other than getting shot and getting another concussion. I’m sorry.”

“I meant Will. When I said you were worried about your kids. I meant Will and El. I know you don’t consider me your son, why would you? Literally no one wants to be my parent so I get it-”

“Steve, I do consider you my kid. I shouldn’t have said that and I only did out of anger. You didn’t deserve that and I’ll make it up to you. You’re going to move into the house with us until you get better,” he promised him.

Steve just shook his head though, “don’t worry about it. Eddie is going to stay at my house until I can use my arm. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Harrington, I don’t care if I have to kidnap your sorry ass. You’re staying with me, Joyce, and the kids until you’re better.”

“This is part of your apology, threats of kidnapping? What the fuck, Hop?” Steve exclaimed, absolutely perplexed.

“Yeah, did it work?”

Steve huffed, “get me some orange Jello and I’ll consider it.”

They had a ways to go until they were back to where they were but they’d get there. Steve would forgive him in time and Hopper would forgive himself eventually too.

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star-writes-sometimes · 1 year

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insomnia, tea and clockwork oranges

tangerine x reader

word count: 1.3k

cw: swearing, reader uses some british slang, bad clockwork orange references, mentions of sexual stuff, mentions of drugs, tangerine being a therapy friend, is it ooc? maybe but i don't care

a/n: i kind of hate this but i'm only halfway through the other tangerine fic im writing

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you were exhausted.

the mission was exhausting but you had finally completed it. working with the twins always went well but they were tiring after a while.

you couldn't sleep though. days of running on adrenaline and wishing you were home in your bed and now that you could finally crash in the house you all rented for the night and you were wide awake.

you gave up on your miserable attempt on counting sheep and decided to exit your small room for the night and go make yourself some tea.

you walked into the kitchen and found the kettle, mugs, teabags and sugar and started boiling the water.

"can't sleep either?"

"jesus fucking christ." you held your hand over your heart as you turned around and faced the living room adjacent to the kitchen. tangerine was still awake, sitting on the couch holding a book. "you scared the shit out of me."

he smirked as he looked you up and down, "sorry love, i didn't think anyone would still be awake."

"neither did i," you moved to start preparing your cup now that your heart rate had calmed down, "you want a cuppa?"

"sure."

"sugar? milk?" you moved to grab another mug.

"nah."

you scrunched up your nose in surprise, "really? that's fuckin' gross."

"whaddya mean gross? it's classic."

"disgusting."

"the best way to have tea."

"without milk and sugar, it isn't tea, it's leaf soup."

"leaf soup? the fuck you talkin' 'bout darlin'"

the kettle flicking off interrupted the response on the edge of your tongue and instead you moved over to pour the hot water. you silently finished making the cups of tea, ignoring the feeling of tangerine's gaze on you.

once done you moved over to the living room and placed both mugs on the coffee table before flopping down next to tangerine on the couch. you adjusted so you were sat crossed legged, close enough to tangerine for your knees to knock against each other.

you reached over and grabbed your drink, blowing on it slightly and taking a sip, "why are you still awake."

he shrugged slightly and reached for his own mug, "post kill adrenaline i guess. what about you?"

"i had to sell the sheep i usually count to feed my pet orphans." you joked as your eyes wandered to the book he placed on the table, "you were reading."

"yeah what's wrong with that?" he bit back quickly and defensively.

"fucking hell, chill out dude," you giggled slightly at his defensiveness, "i guess i just never pictured you reading. i mean i know you're well read and all but reading is a relaxing activity and i've never seen you relaxed."

"oh." his eyebrows knitted in confusion at your small rant.

"so what book are you reading?"

"a clockwork orange."

you can't help but snort, "never mind that explains it."

as quick as it left his defensiveness returned, "explains what?"

"you don't relax while reading a clockwork orange. it's a good book and all but it ain't relaxing."

"you've read a clockwork orange?"

"of course. brainwashing, rape, murder, violence, reminds me of our lives except more dramatic. and i don't get my drugs from milk. and classical music doesn't make me cum."

he laughed at that, "you get off other places do you love?"

"oh yeah screamo music or the teletubbies theme are the only songs i use to get off." you responded with mock seriousness.

he smiled again, "personally i prefer black metal." he matched your tone, and you returned his grin, "if you don't read this shit what do you read?"

"porn." you smirk at him.

his smiles drops slightly, "you do that a lot y'know."

"what? read porn? darn i thought i hid it so well."

"no," he rolled his eyes, "the joking. you always do it to avoid things that make you uncomfortable."

it was your turn to get defensive, "i'm sorry?"

"lemon pointed it out a few days ago, i hadn't really noticed before he said it actually but it's true."

"i do not."

"why can't you sleep."

you had to swallow the sarcastic comment that instinctively wanted to claw its way out, "i dunno, left over adrenaline or whatever shit you said."

"you're lying." he said simply and moved to place his half empty mug back on the table next to the worn copy of clockwork orange.

"so? why do you care?" you copied his actions placing your own almost empty drink back down.

he moved his hand so it was on your knee and started tracing small, comforting circles. he used his other hand to grab your jaw, forcing eye contact, "i don't know much 'bout personalities and all that shit that's lemons stuff."

"yes i realised that when i encountered your own unlikeable personality."

his eyes narrowed slightly but he otherwise ignored your snark, "but you seem to be avoiding vulnerability, love."

you pulled away from him. moving your knee away and pulling your face away from his large hand, "no 'm not."

tangerine didn't respond. he simply kept looking at you, like he could see your resolve crumbling, "you don't have to tell me but i don't enjoy being lied to."

you couldn't believe you were considering talking to him about feelings. sure, you were close, you'd been on countless missions together and trusted him completely but this?

he didn't say anything further but he did replace his hand on your knee continuing rubbing his thumb.

fuck you hated him at the moment.

"i don't feel safe."

he didn't say anything, didn't even falter his movements, just looked at you and waited for you to continue.

"i get nightmares and paranoid after all the fuckin' shit you see in this job." you look down, not liking his eye contact, "i don't feel safe tryin' to sleep."

much to your relief he spoke again, "do you trust me?"

your eyes knitted together in confusion, "yeah tan 'f course."

"lay down."

"what?"

he shuffled closer to the armrest, "you can't sleep. neither can i. so just lay down and relax and we'll stay up together." he pat his lap and looked at you expectantly.

"yeah, okay whatever." you breathed out and shuffled around until you were laying comfortably with your head in his lap and your legs curled up on the couch.

he started running his hand through your hair, smoothing it away from your face, "what’s it going to be then, eh?"

you can't help but smile up at him, "an unlimited supply of milk laced with ecstasy and classical music so good it makes me horny and violent?"

"don't think we'd be able to do all that tonight love."

"oh well i can settle for two weeks straight of horribly gory murder movies."

"yes but you'd have to be violently ill while doing so."

"i think if i got conditioned to hate violence i'd be out of a job."

"well, we can't have that."

"yeah. you'd miss me too much." you couldn't fight the yawn that crept up on you.

tangerine's other hand came down to rest on your cheek, his big hand almost covering your face, "tired, darlin'?"

you froze looking up and glaring, "how'd you do that are you a witch?"

"it's a secret, don't fight it just tell me more about your life as a droog."

"i don't think i'd be a droog."

"no?"

"nah i'd be one of the coppers they seem to have more fun."

"if you were a copper your job would be catching me."

"you wouldn't stand a chance."

"i think i’d be able to evade you for a while."

"nope." you unconsciously wiggled closer into him and yawned again, "what we should do is team up."

"oh yeah?"

"yeah, you snitch on your enemies and i arrest them. win, win scenario."

"how do i know you won't turn against me?"

"i like you too much." your eyes slowly closed, and you finally started sleeping.

tangerine smiled down at you, "yeah, i like you a lot too."

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#tangerine x reader #tangerine #tangerine bullet train #bullet train #bullet train 2022 #bullet train x reader #tangerine x you

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mulletmitsuya · 1 year

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Toman groupchat

Warnings: offensive jokes (a joke about someone who is no longer alive), swearing, suggestive, milfs, (also this is shorter than the usual)

Desc: not really a description but i forgot that Chifuyu is like super rude sometimes so i'ma amp that up to 50 (this is completely irrelevant to the chapter, my bad)

Smiley: Chifuyu c'mon dude i didn't mean to

Chifuyu: literally never come to my house again

Smiley: but it was an accident😐

Chifuyu: you almost drowned Peke J in a washing machine Smiley! how is that a fucking accident

Draken: lmao

Draken: wait no is the cat okay?

Chifuyu: lmao????

Chifuyu: this is 'lmao' to you, Draken??

Draken: that's my bad dude

Mikey: LMAO

Mitsuya: has anyone heard of the term direct message

Chifuyu: Mitsuya-kun i'm not in the mood rn

Mitsuya: yeah neither am i, message each other privately jesus fucking christ

Smiley: nah y'all gotta listen to my side of the story

Smiley: ayt so i'm helping Matsuno-san out around the house right?

Smiley: and lemme tell you

Smiley: it's easy to get distracted around her yk

Takemitchy: yeah actually

Chifuyu: what does that mean?

Takemitchy: um

Takemitchy: nothing bro 😅

Chifuyu: Smiley

Smiley: she's a milf

Smiley: i'd be down to smash fr she's hot as hell

Angry: what's hot as hell is the seat reserved for you in hell😠

Angry: don't say that about our friends mom

Smiley: Baji's mom too but like i'm actually scared of her and she looks exactly like him so it'd be weird

Angry: you're not listening!

Draken: you don't have any shame at all?

Smiley: none whatsoever

Mikey: if someone called my mom a milf i'd kill myself

Chifuyu: isn't she dead

Chifuyu: guess she turned the tables

Chifuyu: cause she's the angel now

Chifuyu: not you

Chifuyu: do you get it 😐

Mikey: ...😧

Mikey: BRO??????

Mitsuya: uncalled for

Hakkai: he's giggling actually

Draken: why was that necessary 💀

Kazutora: i think it's about time Mikey gets rationed

Hakkai: *ratioed

Kazutora: yeah since this time he brought this up on himself, even i don't go up to Chifuyu when he's in a bad mood

Kazutora: he said i have pupils like goats

Kazutora: idek what that means

Kazutora: so essentially it's his fault

Kazutora: get it?

Kazutora: cause it's Mikey's fault 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Draken: ...

Mitsuya: ...

Hakkai: ....

Baji: ....

Kazutora: too soon?

Kazutora: ayt

Kazutora: my apologies 👉👈

Chifuyu: i'm sorry i'm a little agitated rn

Smiley: anyway 😁

Smiley: Peke J blends in with your mom's fake fur coat idk what else to tell you

Chifuyu: HE IS A LIVE ANIMAL YOU MOTHERFUCKER

Smiley: be careful what you call me son😋

Chifuyu: Smiley

Smiley: ig your fucking cat was sleeping cause i didn't see no live cat

Smiley: and chill out, your negatives vibes are ruining my sunny aura 😁

Baji: what's this about Peke J almost dying

Baji: i will not only kill the person responsible but also myself

Baji: don't fucking do this to me i am hanging on by a thread

Mikey: schools really kicking your ass huh

Mikey: get a tutor

Baji: they all leave

Smiley: that is so fucking funny, holy shit

Angry: SMILEY 😡

Hakkai: Angry do you genuinely think using a different 'angry' emoji colour is gonna have indifferent effect?

Hakkai: c'mon now 😕

Baji: i'ma beat the shit out of you

Baji: Chifuyu let's tag team him

Kazutora: he's crying

Baji: understandable

Smiley: y'all try and catch me fr😁👊

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wynnyfryd · 1 year

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from is this your card? pt 2

“Just invite him to play cards with you,” Robin suggests around a massive bite of pizza.

“Shit, Birdy,” he whistles, looking over at her with some mix of awe and alarm. Girl’s gonna choke herself someday. “Thought I was the gremlin in this friendship.”

“Wha’?” She tries to protest; there’s sauce all over her chin.

“Unhinge your jaw like a snake next time, save yourself the trouble.”

She bounces on the lumpy couch cushion, overcome with that specific excitement she gets right before she word-vomits useless trivia. “Did you know a python can open its mouth up to a hundred and eighty degrees?”

Eddie stares at her blankly.

Robin squirms.

“…What about a king cobra?”

“One-thirty-five,” she answers without missing a beat and reaches for a second slice, dropping the uneaten crust back in the box. “And, anyway, I take it back. You’re not allowed to invite Steve over or hang out with him without me because the two of you are going to be a total nightmare for me if you ever manage to get it together and start going out.”

Eddie arranges her abandoned crust beneath two pieces of pepperoni on his paper plate to make a frowny face. “But Robi-i-inn,” he whines, pitching his voice all high and stupid.

“Please tell Mr. Pepperoni that his pouting game needs work and that I am not swayed.”

“Rude.” He discards his plate and flops back on the couch with a put-out groan. Slings an arm over his eyes just to be dramatic. “This would be so much easier if he weren’t so intimidatingly hot. Why does he have to be so hot?”

Robin sucks a lump of cheese off her thumb. “I don’t know. Is he hot?”

“Dude.” Eddie sits back up, eyeing her with a blank stare and considering tossing her ass out of his living room. Is Steve Harrington hot? IS STEVE HARRINGTON HOT? Jesus Christ.

“What? He’s hairy, okay? Point your creepy laser vision somewhere else!”

“Excuse you! My eyes are not creepy! I have it on good authority that they’re pretty.”

“They’re piercing.”

“Whatever. You just can’t appreciate my beauty, Buckley. Or Steve’s, apparently.”

“You think I’m beautiful?”

Robin and Eddie whip around, matching deer-in-headlights expressions at the sound of another voice in the room, and there’s Steve, suddenly, leaning against the door frame (Eddie has no idea how; dude’s a ninja or some shit), looking bashful but quietly pleased with his arms folded across his chest. Eddie desperately wants to bite the ring of freckles blooming on his tanned forearm.

He looks at Robin, and they both turn back to Steve and oh so elegantly bleat out: “Uhhhh…”

Smooth. Good save, Munson, real nice.

Robin pulls it together first, smiles wide and says, “Hi, Steve. Eddie was just being a homophobe as usual.”

“Dude! You have got to stop fucking accusing me of that shit, I’m literally gay!”

“Gay men are not immune to lesbophobia, Edward. It’s honestly a little concerning that you don’t know that.”

“Oh, holy shit, why do I hang out with you?”

Robin licks her teeth in smug delight and kicks at his thigh. “Because you cherish our time together.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“You think I’m an undeniable joy.”

“Steve. Steve, please get her out of my house.”

Eddie puts his head in his hands, but Robin’s picking up steam now, hopping up onto the couch cushion and brandishing a pizza crust like a torch, hoisting it high into the air, exclaiming, “Nay! A light, even! A shining beacon in your sad, dark little life!”

“Steve, I am begging you, man.”

Steve’s a real one because he doesn’t say a word, just crosses the room and chucks Robin over his shoulder like a sack of flour and carries her flailing out onto the front porch.

#hell honk #steddie #steddie fic #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve harrington #platonic stobin #platonic edbin #my writing #my fic

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Better than the Stars

Sitcom

This is set in my Harrington Brood universe, where Steve has a ton of siblings.

a Stobin Month 2024 prompt | 930 words | CW: N/A | Rating: G

“The ensemble is great,” Steve says from his squished position on the couch, voice warped by how pressed in his face is, “but I hate the main character.”

“It’s the first episode,” Robin points out, voice as muffled as his. Their heads are touching, bodies hanging off the sofa in a strange configuration as they lay on their bellies. The Harrington Summer House’s massive living sofa lets them both lay down nearly stretched out completely, so only their legs hang off the sides, resting on the tables where they stacked pillows to “extend” the sofa. “You have to let the characters figure themselves out.”

“If he can’t hook us in the first episode, then why watch?”

Robin reaches up to blindly smack his back. “Stop. You’re being a grump.”

“You always talk shit,” Steve says, shifting to look up at her, “why can’t I?”

“I at least give it a chance before I shoot it down,” Robin says, sitting up on her elbows. “Haven’t you learned anything from Argyle hanging around?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “You’ve been hanging out with Mads too much–”

Robin smacks him with a pillow, laughing.

“And what exactly does that mean?”

Steve shoots up from the couch and looks behind him to see Madelyn and Roo coming in from the porch. They’re dripping with bags and an excess of scarves, peak artsy aunt as Robin would put it. Roo pushes up her massive sunglasses and smirks, laughing at Steve’s demise – but in a way that tells him she may agree with him.

Even still, Steve digs his heels in and stands his ground. He’s not that afraid of his sister.

“You’re making her into a mini you!” Steve kneels on the couch and drapes himself along the back to talk to her. “She was already opinionated before you sunk your claws into her and now look at her!” He reaches over and squishes Robin’s face between his fingers, waggling her face to emphasize his point. “Now she wants to give things a chance before she judges them.”

Madelyn rolls her eyes and walks past him toward the stairs. “It’s called growth,” she calls over her shoulder, looking at him over the top of her massive sunglasses, “try it some time.”

Steve lets go of Robin as she laughs, loud and unhinged. He turns to Roo. “Thoughts on pilot episodes, go,” he says.

Roo hums as she picks up the bags she had set down and starts to follow her partner. “It’s a hit or a miss, you either reel me in or don’t.” She shrugs. “Simple as that.”

“See!” Steve turns back to Robin, both of them flopping onto the couch cushions and naturally leaning in toward one another. “It’s the whole point of the pilot.”

Robin shakes her head. “No, we’re tied. Can’t come up with a concrete conclusion if we’re tied.”

Steve huffs. “Everyone else is gone,” he laments. “Mitch, Viv, Sydney, and Stells took all the kids to the aquarium and Oliver took Anna to that spa place–”

“The wealth is intense in this room,” Eddie says as he walks in with a yawn. He hops over the couch and lands squarely on Steve, squirming so his bony body hits all of Steve’s sensitive parts.

“Fuck, Eds, Jesus Christ,” Steve groans, even as he wraps his arms around him. With a quick kiss to Eddie’s forehead, Steve turns back to Robin. “And Molly’s down on the beach probably getting way too handsy with David for this early in the morning while they don’t have a kid latched on to them.”

Eddie lifts his head and wrinkles his nose. “Dude, what the fuck?”

Steve shrugs one shoulder. “What? She tells me things.”

Robin waves away the conversation. “Eddie, tie breaker. If a pilot episode of a show doesn’t immediately grab your interest, do you write it off or give it another chance?”

“I don’t care?”

“You, the most opinionated man in the history of men, which is saying something,” Robin says, leaning over Steve to glare at him, “don’t have an opinion on this?”

Eddie nods, practically nuzzling into Steve’s armpit. Weirdo. “Between you two and Wayne, I never get the remote anyway so why bother?”

Steve glances over to Robin. He’s got them there.

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever. We’re putting a pin in this until we get a survey of everyone’s opinions.”

“Fine,” Steve says. “I know I’ll win though, because – again – it’s the entire point of a pilot.”

They tune back in just as the show is ending and the next show they recorded comes on. They’re only quiet until the commercial break.

“I think we could do a better sitcom than either of these,” Robin says.

“Are we not living one?” Steve says, motioning to the house. “We’re on a family vacation with a cast of characters big enough to fit three seasons of content into one week.”

Robin laughs, but her eyes are all soft and gushy. “Does this make Eddie and I honorary Harringtons?”

Eddie lifts his head up, sleep evaporating from his eyes. He raises one eyebrow in question, cocking his head to the side like a puppy.

Steve hides his smile behind his hand as he leans back on the couch. “Maybe.”

“I want in on the will, then,” Robin says. “When your dad finally croaks, I want that money clip.” She’s talking about his ornate money clip, the one Steve’s great grandfather passed down that’s still being used. Robin caught a glimpse of it once and her crow brain demanded she needed it.

“Deal.”

Thank you @lady-lostmind for beta reading!

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#ohstars fic #steve harrington #stranger things #robin buckley #stobin month 2024 #ohstars posting challenge #platonic soulmates stobin #platonic stobin #stobin #harrington brood #steve has a bunch of siblings

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multifandombitxh · 2 years

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Name Calling

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst/Smut

Warnings: Foreplay, teasing, jealous!Eddie, very light smut, caught-in-the-act type shit

A/N: Back story is the reader was friends with Eddie before high school, but became closer with Steve, and Eddie hated his guts for it. Reader was also kinda friends with Reefer Rick, which is a slightly important plot point. Takes place when they find Eddie at Rick's house ✨

Summary: Eddie and the reader really, really fucking hate each other, that was obvious to anyone with eyes. They were friends once upon a time, but when Steve Harrington came into the picture, everything fell apart. Now, as the reader tries to help Eddie hide from cops, she finds an interesting way to keep them entertained.

18+ MINORS DNI

"What the hell is she doing here?"

"Um, saving your dumb ass, obviously? No need to thank me, Munson, really."

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you know what? I have had it with you and your attitude-"

A chorus of groans filled the boathouse, the murky lake water splashing against the boat as Eddie stood. You had taken several steps closer toward him, but was forced to stop when Steve all but threw himself in between you both like a lion tamer. By now Eddie had stepped out of the boat and was making his way toward you, despite the fact that Steve stood directly in the way.

This wasn't going to end well.

"Okay, maybe now isn't the best time to be fighting," Robin said, a worried expression painting her features. "Like, maybe we should focus on what to do next? Something productive?"

"I can think of a few productive things I could be doing right now," You said through your teeth. "Several hundreds of miles away from here, preferably."

"Maybe you should go do them, then," Eddie replied, tilting his head to the side and pointing a finger to Steve's chest. "You can take your little guard dog with you, too."

"Really, dude?" Steve muttered, focusing his eyes on Eddie and shoving his hand away. "That's the best you can come up with? 'Guard dog'? What are you, twelve?"

"Sorry, should I have said 'mutt' instead?" Eddie antagonized, getting up close and personal with Steve. "Or maybe 'bitch' would be more fitting."

"Okay, you're done," Steve said curtly, giving Eddie a slight shove backward. "You really wanna do this right now? I will knock you straight into next year, freak, I swear-"

"Guys, come on, seriously?" Dustin yelled, "No one gives a shit that you hate each other. Y/N, we're here to help Eddie, not make things worse. Eddie, Y/N agreed to help. And Steve, stay out of it. So all of you shut the hell up and get over yourselves! We have bigger problems right now than your stupid love lives."

"Love lives?" You, Eddie, and Steve shrieked in unison as you whipped around to shoot him a look of disgust.

"Okay, bad wording," Dustin corrected, "But my point still stands, you three need to knock. it. off."

After holding a heated stare with Eddie for a few moments, you broke eye contact and spun around, exiting in a huff through the creaky wooden door into the cool night air. Steve followed soon after, hot on your heels. When he finally caught up to you, he grabbed you by the wrist to stop you in your tracks.

"Come on, Y/N," Steve said softly, shaking his head. "Look, I'd love to knock that prick on his ass, but we came here to help, didn't we?"

"I did want to help," You replied, "But he clearly doesn't want it if it's coming from me."

"I don't get it," Steve sighed, "What's his deal? Why do you two hate each other so much? And what the hell is his problem with me?"

"I don't know, Steve, maybe it's because in high school, I started hanging out with you instead of him, and he never wanted to even think about sharing the same air as you," You replied, "Will you just find me when you're ready to leave?"

With that, you pulled away from Steve, making your way back to the car. You leaned against the warm hood and took several deep breaths, watching the lake that shimmered behind the boathouse. It was humid out, enough to make you break out in a sweat as you waited for the others to return. When they finally did, they began piling in the car, and when you tried to join them, Steve stopped you for the second time that night.

"I want you to stay here," He said quietly, his gaze intense.

"You're joking," You scoffed, "You want me to stay here? Are you insane, Harrington? After the shit that he just pulled?"

"You knew this Reefer Rick guy, right?" Steve asked.

"Well, yeah, a little, but-"

"Then you're the only person who can stay behind without it looking suspicious," He explained. "We need someone to keep an eye out for anyone looking for Eddie, and if they find you instead, it'll make sense that you're here. Look, I don't wanna leave you here with the guy, but it's our best chance of keeping people from finding him."

"Don't make me stay here with him, Steve," You almost whined, "Please, don't leave me here."

"We'll be back in the morning, okay?" He reassured, pulling his keys out of his pocket. "I promise."

As Steve climbed in his car and drove off into the night, you stood on the edge of the road, fighting the urge to scream up at the sky.

"I should've stayed home," You sighed before turning heel and walking back to the boathouse. Eddie was waiting for you inside, leaning back against a shelf and staring at the doorway like he'd been expecting you to walk through any minute. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his weight shifted to one side and a scowl on his face.

"Look, I don't wanna be here anymore than you do," You said as you entered, "So I'll make this quick. I'm not doing this because I like you, I'm doing this because they do. I'll be in the house."

"Good, awesome, stay there," Eddie replied, "I don't wanna hear from you again unless it's important."

"Oh, that reminds me, I do have something important to tell you," You said in a mock-cheerful voice. Making your way over to him, you got as close to him as you could without being on top of him. Eddie raised a suspicious eyebrow at you, then you flipped the bird in his face.

"Very mature, Y/N," Eddie said, rolling his eyes. "When are you gonna grow up, huh?"

"I'll grow up when you grow a pair, Munson," You replied with a sickeningly sweet smile.

Turning to make your exit, you left the boathouse in a hurry, walking up the dark driveway to the backdoor and entering the house. Dust kicked off of the door as it opened, making you cough. Stepping inside, you sneezed a few times before finally getting a good look at the place. You'd never actually been inside Rick's house before, just out back to hang out and smoke.

It was kind of a dump.

Walking to the kitchen, you opened several cabinet doors before finding glasses. Plucking one off of the shelf, you rinsed it off in the sink and filled it with water, gulping it down and setting the glass to the side. You took a deep breath in and held it for a moment before releasing it, closing your eyes and praying for this all to end soon.

You made yourself comfortable in the living room, sitting on the old couch and coughing again as a small cloud of dust filled the air. You sat up and dusted the couch off as best as you could before laying down across the cushions and closing your eyes. Within minutes you felt sleep overcoming you, which wasn't much of a surprise given recent events. For the first time in days you allowed yourself a moment to rest.

After a few hours of tossing and turning and waking up to every little noise, the sound of the back door opening made you jolt awake. Eddie walked through the doorway, making eye contact with you and quickly looking away. You watched as he made his way down the hallway nearby, opening a door and closing it loudly behind him. Sighing, you sat up straight and crossed your legs, now wide awake. It was beginning to get light out, a deep blue sky peaking through the windows and illuminating the walls. You reached out to the side table to turn on a lamp, the warm yellow light brightening up the cold room. The sound of running water came from down the hall followed by the sound of the door swinging open and a light switch being flipped.

At least now you knew where the bathroom was.

"Sleep well?" Eddie asked, leaning over the back of the couch to look down at you.

"Would be better with some peace and quiet," You muttered. Eddie rolled his eyes and rounded the corner of the couch, coming to sit beside you and crossing his own legs on the cushions.

A long, uncomfortable silence grew between you, making you toy with the fabric of the couch to try and occupy your mind. Eddie was sitting dangerously close to you, close enough that your knees touched. The longer the silence carried out, the more restless you became.

"Can I ask you something?" Eddie asked, breaking the silence.

You shrugged. "I have a feeling you will anyway even if I say no, so shoot."

"Did you know?" He questioned, his words slow and drawn out. "Did you know about this... Upside Down stuff? I mean, the Demodogs and shit, whatever Dustin called them."

"Yeah, I knew," You sighed, leaning back into the cushions more. "I really wish I didn't, but I knew."

"How do you deal with it?" Eddie asked quietly. When you looked over at him his eyes were fixated on nothing, his lips pursed in a thin line and skin looking paler than normal. "I mean, how do you even sleep at night knowing that shit is out there?"

"I don't," You scoffed, "Or I try not to think about it."

Eddie shook his head. "I just don't get it, man."

"None of us do, welcome to the club," You said, gently slugging him on the back of his shoulder. "Speaking of the club, what the hell was all that back there? You seriously wanted to fight Steve Harrington?"

"I didn't want to," Eddie said, "But I was ready to."

"You are impossible," You sighed, standing from the couch. "I don't get it, Eddie. You were my best friend. What do you have against Steve that made it so hard to be around me anymore?"

"For starters, he's an asshole," He replied with a chuckle, "Secondly, you never heard the way he talked about you when you weren't around. I was stuck in classes with him all the time his Senior year and it was miserable."

"Yeah? What did he say?" You asked, your interest piqued as you turned to face him. You crossed your arms over your chest and chewed on your lower lip, wondering if Eddie was telling the truth, or just trying to get a reaction out of you.

"I don't even want to repeat the things he said about you, Y/N."

Eddie's words hung heavily in the air, making you shift uncomfortably. "Can you at least give me a rough idea?"

His eyes snapped up to meet yours, a somewhat devious look hiding behind his gaze. He stood from his place on the couch, moving closer to you until he was so close you had to start backing up to keep some space between you. His hands were shoved in his front pockets, head cocked to one side as he kept advancing on you.

"You really wanna know?" He asked, his tone low and rough. You nodded as he kept backing you further and further away, swallowing hard. It was becoming more and more difficult to differentiate whether or not you were infuriated with him, or absolutely enchanted by him. Something in the air had shifted the second he stood up, and was ever changing as he closed in on you.

"If you really want to know," Eddie started, wetting his lips. "His favorite thing to talk about was how he couldn't help imagining how cute you would look sitting in his lap. Sometimes he'd talk about your pretty mouth, and how he always wondered if it can do more than just talk too fucking much."

"He did not say that, quit making shit up," You snorted. Your back collided with the wall behind you, gently knocking the air out of your lungs. With nowhere left to go, you watched as Eddie stood before you, placing both hands on either side of you on the wall, trapping you between his arms.

"He didn't, but I'm sure he wondered," Eddie went on, "I mean, who wouldn't? I'm sure he wondered about what you looked like writhing underneath him, too. Or maybe he couldn't stop thinking about what you sounded like while you're riiiight on the edge. I'd bet money that he's gotten off to the idea of you cumming so hard around him that you can't even think straight."

"Are we... still talking about Steve?" You asked in a small voice. Your entire body felt hot, like there was a fire lit under your skin that you couldn't seem to put out. It was hard to convince yourself that you didn't want him to rip your clothes off and have his way with you with the way he was staring you down.

Eddie leaned in, grabbing your chin between his fingers to pull you closer, the tip of his nose touching yours. "What do you think?"

With that, the gap between you closed, your lips meeting in the middle and your bodies melding together. You were basically putty in his hands, which were gripping your waist so tightly you thought your ribs might snap. His mouth moved against yours in a perfect rhythm as he turned his head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss. Your hands had made themselves at home by gripping the front of his jean vest, knuckles going white as he kissed you like there was no tomorrow.

The longer he held you up against that wall, the harder it became to slow your breathing. His touch was overwhelmingly intense, leaving you a breathless, gasping mess at his mercy. While one part of you desperately wanted him to have his way with you, another part of you couldn't help thinking back on all of the ways he had hurt you in the past, or made you angry, or treated you like his enemy rather than someone he was once friends with. You decided to use that anger, letting one hand drift up to his tangled hair. Gripping his curls tightly you gave them a harsh tug, eliciting a deep growl from Eddie.

His mouth abandoned yours when you pulled his hair, his eyes drifting open slowly and revealing a look of pure sin that made you shiver. Your mouth hung slack as he stared you down, your breath mingling with his and a jolt of excitement shooting through you. The hands on your waist drifted down to your hips and under your shirt, his fingertips sinking into your skin. You hissed as his rings made contact, the metal cold against your warm flesh.

"That's how it's going to be, huh?" Eddie asked, yanking you forward and grinding your hips into his.

"That's how it's always been, Munson."

Eddie emitted another harsh growl that mingled with soft laughter on its way out. You felt a familiar wetness pool inside your jeans at the sound he made alone, your arousal growing stronger when his lips collided with yours again in a heated, hungry kiss. Everything about the exchange felt intoxicating; the warmth of his hands sliding up your back beneath your shirt, the soft moans he let out through his nose as he kissed you, the way his bangs tickled your face. Everything was overwhelming and you couldn't keep it together anymore.

You wrapped your arms around Eddie's neck, effectively closing any space that remained between your bodies. He sighed into the kiss, pulling you away from the wall and moving you backwards until you found yourself in the hallway. He broke the kiss and grabbed you by the hand, guiding you down the hallway to an empty bedroom. A full-sized bed sat in the middle of the room, white sheets and blankets a mess and the pillows scattered about. It was a staunch reminder that you were in someone else's home.

"Eddie, I don't know about this," You said hesitantly, turning to face him. "I don't think Rick would appreciate us sleeping in his bed."

"Sweetheart, the last thing we'll be doing in this bed is sleeping," Eddie breathed in your ear, "What Rick doesn't know won't hurt him."

With that, Eddie gave you a gentle shove backwards, making you fall onto the disheveled bed. While you were busy finding your bearings, he climbed on top of you, making himself at home between your legs. His large belt buckle- a handcuff, how fitting- gently brushed over your clothed clit, making you gasp softly. You bit your lip to try and stifle the noises you wanted to make as he carefully pressed himself against you, the hardness in his jeans making it very difficult to concentrate on anything else. He let out a soft chuckle above you, making you very aware of the advantage he had over you currently.

"What's the matter?" He asked in a taunting voice, "Having a hard time imagining Steve in my place?"

"Oh for Christ's sake, I never wanted Steve," You snapped, slightly annoyed as you sat up on your elbows. "I don't know where the hell you even got that idea from."

"What do you want, then?" He asked. His eyes were lidded and dark as he stared down at you like he was ready to pounce on you any moment.

"I want you, Eddie."

"Do you... really wanna do this?" He asked, his tone a little more serious this time. You took note of the way his eyebrows turned up at the inner corners, a concerned look flooding his features as if he was realizing for the first time what he was doing.

"Yes," You said with confidence, "Yes, Eddie, I want this."

With the green light, Eddie was on you in moments, capturing your lips in yet another hot kiss as he ground his hips into yours, forcing a long, drawn out moan out of you that was muffled by the kiss. His mouth left yours to trail sloppy, wet kisses down the side of your face, to your jaw, before attaching to your neck. One of his hands was resting on the other side of your neck, his fingertips brushing against your jaw while he worked on marking your throat with his tongue and teeth. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a shaky breath, raising your hips up off of the bed to try and gain some friction where you desperately needed it most.

Eddie took the hint and used his body weight to force you back down into the mattress, his cock pressed flush up against you. Electricity shot up your spine at the sensation, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you threw your head back into the scratchy blanket. Eddie carried on grinding into you as he pushed your shirt up your torso, revealing your bra to him and making you tremble as his fingertips brushed your delicate skin.

"How cute," He said with a small smile, toying with the fabric. "You wear this little number for me?"

"In your dreams, Munson. I didn't even know I'd be seeing you today when I put this on," You shot back, rolling your eyes at him.

"You knew you'd be seeing Steve, though," Eddie said, drawing out his words. "Did you wear this to impress him, sweetheart?"

"God, when are you gonna stop talking about Steve?" You asked impatiently, sitting up on your elbows again to give Eddie a deadly glare.

"I'll stop talking about Steve when you start proving to me you don't want him," Eddie replied, a toothy grin on his face. "So far, I'm not convinced. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you started screaming his name instead of mine when I fuck you senseless here in a minute."

Your breath got caught in your throat. Was his always this... Perverted? You weren't even sure if that was the right word for it. Either way, he had a way with words, and without even knowing it, he had talked you into doing exactly what he wanted. Accepting the challenge, you shoved Eddie off of you, forcing him onto his back and swapping your positions. He sat up straight as you rested your legs on either side of his hips, sitting in his lap and kissing him hard.

Soft laughter echoed in his chest as you took control, all but ripping his vest and leather jacket from his body and tossing them to the floor. Eddie slipped his hands under your shirt again, lifting it over your head and discarding it with his jacket. His hands trailed from your collarbones and over your breasts, still concealed by your bra. You sighed into the kiss as he squeezed hard over the material, grinding down against him and smiling at the choked noise that came from his throat.

By now the sun was beginning to come up, and you guessed it was likely early dawn, maybe around seven. Eddie all but tore his shirt away, tossing it into clothing purgatory. An overwhelming need washed over you as he unhooked your bra then reached out to gently stroke your hardening nipple with the pad of his thumb. His lower lip was pulled between his teeth, a look of pure concentration painting his features, eyes glued to your exposed chest.

"You just gonna stare, or are you gonna do something?" You asked, eyeing him down and flinching when he gently pinched the tip between his thumb and index finger.

"You have no idea what I'm going to do to you, Y/N," Eddie sighed out, tearing his gaze away from your naked chest to look you in the eye. "Not a clue."

"Then maybe you should shut up and do it already," You replied, eliciting a toothy grin from him. As if something inside of him snapped, he was quick to move you out of his lap and onto your back again, harshly pulling your jeans from your legs, leaving you only in your underwear. The cool morning air hit the soaked fabric, making you shiver.

Eddie latched onto one of your nipples with his mouth, his tongue circling the tip softly. You couldn't help moaning and arching your back off the bed, letting your eyes flutter closed to enjoy the sensation. When his ringed fingers slipped past the waistband of your panties and glided over your opening, you whined noisily, your hips moving against your will. He still had yet to touch you where you really, truly wanted him to, and it was going to make you lose your senses.

"Eddie, please," You whispered, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger.

"'Please' what, sweetheart?" Eddie asked teasingly, looking up at you through his lashes. "You're gonna have to do better than that to get what you want."

"Please touch me," You sighed, every ounce of dignity evacuating your body and brain. All you cared about in that moment was Eddie; his hands, his lips, his stupid, shit-eating grin, everything was Eddie. Nothing else mattered, you just wanted him, and nothing else.

"Is that what you want?" He asked, "You want me to do this?"

As he spoke, his finger began circling your clit, egging a groan from you as he finally gave you what you'd been craving. Based on your reaction, Eddie seemed to give in, pressing more firmly against the nerve and spreading around the wetness found there. It was even harder to hold back now as your mouth fell open in a loud, breathy moan. As he kept up a steady pace stroking you, you couldn't seem to stop the noises that came out of your throat, broken curse words high-pitched whines filling the air. A moan of his own found its way out as he touched you, bringing his finger to his lips and sticking it in his mouth. His eyes were locked with yours in a heated glare as he sucked your juices off of his finger. The sight alone was enough to make your jaw drop.

"Oh my god, seriously, you two?"

Steve's voice startled you both, making you instinctively cover your bare torso with the blanket. He was standing in the doorway, a vase in one hand and an annoyed look on his face. Eddie helped cover you up, shooting Steve a look that could kill.

"Steve, what the hell?" You yelled back.

"I told you we would be back, don't give me that shit. I thought someone found you guys," Steve replied, looking anywhere that wasn't at you. "Would you two knuckleheads please just get dressed and meet us outside? Jesus Christ."

With that, Steve slammed the door shut, leaving you and Eddie in silence. You pulled the blanket up over your face, groaning into the fabric and squeezing your eyes shut. Eddie slipped under the blanket as well, trailing kisses up your middle until he reached your face. You opened your eyes and stared up at him, your lower lip stuck out in a soft pout. He smiled down at you and placed a long, sweet kiss to your lips before pulling back. He placed one hand on your cheek, his thumb gently stroking the skin there.

"Harrington can wait another five minutes. I'm not done."

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