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#eventual steve x oc
sadhours · 6 months
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just the two (ok maybe four) of us - part 3
by the lovely @buckysgrace and i :)
cw: 18+ minors dni, polyamory, threesome (fmm)
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“Four shots of Jamo,” Matt, the bassist of Mount Ashtray, says to the bartender as he slides over the drink tokens.
“That cute redhead coming tonight?” Tommy asks Steve, eyebrows wagging.
Steve holds up his bottle of Pabst, looking to see if he should order another before he tells Tommy, “You mean Kim? Your sister's best friend? Yeah. Pretty sure she’s bringing her awful boyfriend too.”
They’d just finished their short sound check and Steve was feeling antsy. He should probably take a hit off of Tommy’s dab pen but he doesn’t want to let his guard down too much around Billy.
“Gina don’t let me around her enough,” Tommy’s face goes sour, before his lip curls up suspiciously, “Does he swing both ways? Maybe I can wrestle in a threesome.”
Steve winces, “Gross. I wonder why she doesn’t let you around much. But uh, he’s in a frat. So maybe?”
“A frat bro? Huh, doesn’t seem like her type,” Tommy replies, surprise written on his face.
“Yeah, well the fucking guy could be a model. I assume that’s why she’s with him because he’s pretty impossible to be around,” Steve explains, taking the shot Matt hands him
“To a good show,” Matt says as the four of them raise their glasses, they tap them on the bar top and down the hatch they go.
The whiskey burns his throat but warms his chest comfortably. He scans the bar, it’s pretty busy which is good. It’ll really piss Billy off if it seems like they actually have a following. Gina and Kim are always bugging him to start a TikTok for his band but it seems corny. Most videos are only like thirty seconds on there and the majority of their songs are close to ten minutes. Steve feels like the songs need to be listened to in their entirety, not just the chorus.
He gets wrapped up talking with the guys and doesn’t even notice Gina, Kim and Billy walk in. But Gina runs up and wraps her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly while she squeals, “Stevie!!”
Steve turns around, wrapping his arms around Gina and leaning down to kiss her. He smiles wide as he pulls away, “Hey, babe.”
“I’m so excited,” Gina beams, running her fingers through Steve’s hair.
Steve smiles, nudging his nose against hers, “Yeah? Lemme get you a drink. What do you want?”
Gina thinks for a second, pursing her lips as she tilts her head and it’s the cutest thing Steve’s seen all day. Though, he saw a less attractive version in the form of her twin brother when Steve asked him a question earlier. Tommy wraps his arm around Gina’s shoulder and pokes her cheek, “Not even gonna say hi to me, sis?”
The freckled girl rolls her eyes, “Hi.” She looks a tad uncomfortable but Steve isn’t sure why. Probably because Tommy’s annoying, ‘cause he is and Steve’s pretty uncomfortable around him at times. “I’ll take a cider, I guess.”
Steve nods, walking up to the bar again when Billy is behind him. “Uh, can I get that hibiscus cider? And another Pabst,” he smiles at the bartender.
“Make that two Pabst and uh, something fruity. Tequila,” Billy adds, patting Steve’s back as he grins.
“Oh, I’m buying your drinks too?” Steve raises an eyebrow.
Billy nods, biting his lip, “Isn't that the deal we have going on, pretty boy?”
God, he’s such an asshole. Steve can’t wait to get on stage, show Billy he’s better than him at something. Another thing he can do that makes Gina scream and if he’s lucky, Kim’ll be screaming too.
“I guess,” Steve snorts, luckily Tommy walks up and distracts Billy.
“Hey, I’m Gina’s brother,” he says to Billy, “You must be Billy.”
“I didn’t know Gina had a brother,” Billy says, looking Tommy up and down.
“Twins,” Steve says. Billy looks at the freckled boy one more time, a little intrigued at how similar Gina and him look. Billy still thinks that Gina is prettier, hotter. She’s more feminine, has a certain wildness that she keeps hidden inside of her.
“You get a lot of bitches doing this?” He has enough sense to take his drinks away from Steve before he’s turning his full attention towards Tommy. He hears Steve scoff loudly, though he's sure it has nothing to do with his question. Tommy’s eyes are wide, a little taken aback.
“I guess,” Tommy glances back towards Steve and it’s all Billy can do to keep from snorting. He’s obviously a bit of a dweeb like Steve, though Billy kind of already figured that based on him being in the same band, “Not really.” He admitted a brief second later, mumbling as he spoke. Billy felt his lips curling into a smirk.
“Do you have a girl?” Billy asked, his eyes zeroing in on the way Tommy flicks his tongue across the corner of his lip and swallows hard. He looks nervous, intimidated even. Billy brings his drink up towards his lips, waiting for Tommy to reply.
“Not right now.” Tommy says at last, his eyes glancing over to his left before he’s turning towards Billy quickly again. Billy’s eyes follow Tommy’s trail, landing directly on his girlfriend. Her dress is simple, but she makes it look stunning. It’s white with delicate pink flowers, it ends in lace against her upper thighs to show off her long legs. Though he enjoys the small spaghetti straps and the deep way it plunges against her perky tits. He figures she’ll last about an hour before she’s whining for his jacket.
Kim waves towards him, her face brightening again as she notices him. She looks radiant, filling up the whole room and he knows that Tommy notices that as well. She turns her eyes away again, beginning to speak to Gina once again. He holds her eye contact for a moment before he’s turning back to the freckled boy, confirming that he had been watching.
“Such a shame,” Billy leans his elbow against the bar as he speaks and he doesn’t miss the way Steve’s elbow digs into his back, “You’re not bad looking.” He admits, having his own thing for brown eyes and freckles. Although, he knows that Tommy is really Kim’s type. She likes them with dark hair and dark eyes.
Tommy’s eyes widen three sizes, like he hadn’t been expecting Billy to say that at all. He grins, tracing his tongue across his teeth as he watches the flush slowly spread over his freckled cheeks. He thinks that Kim would like to play with him too.
“Just going through a dry spell,” Tommy shrugs his shoulders, looking like he still has no idea what to say as his eyes dart over towards Steve again. Billy grins, letting his arm press closer against Steve’s to annoy him, “Thanks though.” He looks awkward, like he’s never had a guy compliment him before.
“You know,” Billy leans towards Tommy this time, speaking a little raspier as the idea tickles into his mind, “I see the way you look at my girl.” He says slowly, drawing out the words as Tommy stiffens against him.
“Oh,” Tommy’s eyes are frightened this time, “No, no, Kim? She’s just you know, like a friend.” He tries to defend his actions, tries to play them off like Billy clearly couldn’t see him eyeing his girl.
“Mhm,” Billy draws out quietly, “Sucks you think of her like that. She’s a good little cock slut.” He teased Tommy slowly, tapping his fingers against his chin so the shorter boy was looking up towards him. Tommy looks like he’s unable to breathe, his dark eyes flickering as Billy releases him. He leaves the suggestion there as he takes the drinks, shooting a stunned Steve a wink before he’s sauntering away.
Billy heads back towards Kim, instantly greeted by her slender arms as she pulls him close. She presses a kiss against his lips but he deepens it, his tongue sliding inside of her mouth as he’s well aware of Tommy staring after the two of them.
“Slow down,” Kim giggles against his lips, pressing her hands softly on her chest as she looks towards him with her hazel eyes, “Were you bonding?” She teases as she takes her drink from his hand. He bites his lip as he looks at her again.
“Somewhat,” He leans in closer so he can speak a little more privately to her, “I think Gina’s brother wants you.” He tells her, leaning close enough to her features that he notices her own little blush forming. He smirks softly, knowing his suspicions were confirmed.
“He’s questioned about my dating life a time or two,” She says softly as she sips on her drink, “You weren’t mean, were you?” She asks pointedly. He shakes his head, knowing the exact event she was referencing. In his defense, Adrian had grown too attached to her.
“No,” Billy snorts out, “I told him he wasn’t a bad looking guy.” He says casually, watching the amused look that grows on Kim’s face. She’s moving closer towards him, looking at him curiously.
“Is that so?” She grins, her teeth shiny. He has a sudden urge to spit on them, to see how they really gleam with his saliva. He slides one hand down the curve of her back, stopping once he’s groping her ass.
“Yeah,” Billy rocks her back and forth to the beat of the cringy music playing through the speakers, “Figured it’d been a while.” He mumbled, watching the way her eyes flickered with lust. It quickly disappeared before she was looking at him a little shyly.
“I think they’re about to play,” She mumbled shyly as she tucked her hair behind her ears, “Should we head closer to the stage?” She asks, still clearly shy at the whole ordeal. He nods, knowing that her confidence isn’t fully there yet. He won’t press the subject again, but figures she’ll be asking by the time she’s had another handful of drinks.
Steve quickly hands Gina her cider, kissing her quickly before excusing himself backstage. Tommy is a bit of a mess. He keeps rubbing his hands against his jeans, “God. My hands are so sweaty. Hopefully my drum sticks don’t fly out of my hand.”
He can’t help but chuckle, “Weren’t you just telling me maybe you could swing a threesome? There ya go, buddy.”
Tommy swallowed hard, “You know how I am. I haven’t gotten laid in three months, man.”
Steve pats his shoulder, “We’re about to go on. Pull yourself together. Showtime.”
The setlist is something Steve’s rehearsed about a hundred times, but he still gets these live show jitters. Messes up during the first song, but bounces on his feet and makes a lame joke that has the crowd laughing back. Which eases his nerves a bit. He’s glad he didn’t get too smashed before like he usually does, because he’s sounding great. Can see Gina right in the front, hanging over the short barricade as she stares up at him with stars in her eyes. And then he turns a bit to see Kim next to Gina and Billy standing behind her.
Billy is bitterly nodding his head, biting back his own grumble as he admits that Steve really doesn’t sound that bad. He’s fairly talented with the guitar and does seem to have a nice voice. He traces his fingers against Kim’s spaghetti straps, his eyebrows raising as Steve glances towards him.
The brunette is quickly looking away but it leaves Billy curious. His thoughts are interrupted by Kim leaning over to take a large gulp from his beer. He’s grinning at this point, knowing that she’ll be growing frisky soon enough.
“You should flash him,” Kim leans forward to talk to Gina, bending down low so she can reach the shorter girl. Billy presses his fingers against her forehead, pushing her back a few centimeters as he’s sure it looks as if Kim is about to kiss Gina, “I bet he’d love that.” She’s giggling suddenly.
“He does like boobs,” Gina comments, speaking a little louder so Kim can hear her over the music, “I don’t want to mess up his flow.” She says at last, but holds a mischievous look in her eyes like she’s debating about it.
“Awe,” Kim is whining, her hands suddenly on Billy’s waist as she’s bumping into him, “What if I flashed you?” She asks, grinning widely. He looks towards her, noticing the drunken expression on her features. He’s certain by the look in her eyes that he’s getting laid tonight.
“That would be hot,” He commented, quickly moving his hands forward to push her spaghetti straps back over her shoulders. She looked at him, almost offended as her lips turned into a pout, “I’m sure Steve would like to see you when he finishes playing.” He reminds her softly, watching as her expression quickly changes to awe.
Mount Ashtray finishes the first song and transitions into the second. Matt leading them with the bass, Tommy holding strong in the drums and Steve seamlessly breezing through his guitar riffs. He tries to keep his eyes down but they keep wandering back to Billy and it’s confusing the hell out of him. It’s that fucking conversation he had to overhear. It sounded like Billy wanted to watch Tommy fuck Kim. Or join in. Or something and Steve was jealous? Why was he jealous? What the fuck is going on with him? He misses the first verse and bursts out laughing.
“I have no clue what’s wrong with me,” he mumbles into the mic, pushing his hair off his forehead, “How’s everyone doing tonight? Having a good time?”
Gina hoots and screams, smiling wide as she gazes up at Steve in absolute adoration. Something about the whole stage presence he had really made her fall that much more in love with him. It might’ve had something to do with how at this moment, everyone in the room was looking at her boyfriend and she was the lucky one that he was singing about.
“Me too, me too,” Steve says and laughs again, “Now I’m gonna try this song again but I’m not gonna forget to sing this time.”
Gina rolls her head towards Kim and gushes, “God, he’s so cute!”
Steve begins the song over again, brings his lips up flush against the mic when he starts singing and Gina feels goosebumps all over, a chill running up her spine. His voice is like honey being poured all over her skin. So smooth and lovely.
“Lately I feel like I been losing my mind, I’m acting funny I keep refilling my wine.”
Gina doesn’t know what exactly this song is about, Steve had written it before they started dating. Which fills her with jealousy because it’s clearly about a girl. She’d vented to Kim about it, who told her it was no big deal.
“She’s moving faster now, faster than sound itself.”
Billy presses against the small of Gina’s back, whispering in her ear, “You’re moving faster now?”
Gina turns around slightly, gets her lips close to Billy’s ear and says, “He didn’t know me when he wrote this.”
The blonde looks at her surprised, eyebrow cocked as she turns back in time to catch Steve’s guitar solo. She likes the song, even though it makes her wonder about his past. They haven’t ever really talked about Steve’s past partners. She’s told him all about hers. Except for the brief period before she met him where she was kind of a third for Kim and Billy. She didn’t want to make him worry or think they were a threat to their budding relationship. But she’s been incredibly terrified Steve will stumble upon the video proof on the couples OnlyFans.
They finish up the song, and Steve downs the rest of his beer. Gina snakes out of the crowd to the bar, wanting to get him another drink while he’s up on stage. She orders the PBR and gets herself a shot, wanting to calm her jealousy that follows every time he plays that song. Gina sneaks through the barricade as they finish the song and holds the beer up for Steve. He cautiously walks to the edge to grab it, squatting down to kiss her and say thanks. Knowing that the crowd is watching the interaction has her thighs heating up.
Gina helps them pack up, unaware of where Kim and Billy are but knows they’ll stay so they can all travel home together. Once Matt’s van is loaded up, she and Steve make their way back into the bar. They find the couple at the bar, faces attached.
“Don’t have too much fun without us,” Gina purrs, smoothing her hand over Kim’s waist.
Steve looks at her in shock, wondering how drunk the three of them are.
“We could make it a group activity,” Kim giggles in response, teetering back and forth against Billy, “Whaddya say, Stevie?” She falls back against Billy, laughing as his fingers tickle against her sides. She catches Gina’s intrigued eyes, sending her a sly wink in response.
“They can’t tonight,” He says softly, “Unless you’re planning on kicking Tommy to the curb.” Realization draws on Kim’s face, her eyes growing wide as she turns back to Gina.
“We’re taking your brother home tonight,” She says quickly, “So not tonight but like maybe some other time.” She’s rambling on, her eyes darting up and around like she’s making a mental list in her mind. Billy tugs on her waist.
“Ew, my brother?!” Gina gapes, eyes darting between the two. Her disgust goes ignores by Billy but Kim offers her a sympathetic look.
“I don’t think Stevie’s got it in him anyways,” Billy draws out slowly, liking the way Steve’s brown eyes are locked in on him, “Have you ever been with two girls?” He asks, tilting his head. Gina’s revelation about the song left him curious. He had been sure that Steve had been with no one else, a virgin before Gina.
“None of your business,” Steve snips back quietly as he links his fingers through Gina’s, “Are you ready?” Billy observes the way Steve is watching Gina, but also doesn’t miss how he keeps darting his eyes towards Billy.
“Ignore Billy,” Gina stands on her tippy toes to place a chaste kiss on Steve’s lips, “Can we crash at your place?”
“Absolutely,” Steve tells her, guiding her towards the door. Gina waves back at the couple as they leave.
On the way to his house, he can’t help but ask, “So uh… what was that about?”
“Huh?” Gina asks, seemingly distraught with how the night turned out.
“That whole thing. With them,” Steve can’t even say it, the whole situation makes him uncomfortable. Yet he’s jealous Tommy is going home with them.
Gina sighs as she shrugs, “Nothing. I don’t know. I was just teasing.”
Steve doesn’t believe her but doesn’t push, instead he says, “And like Tommy going home with them? Is Billy into, like being cucked? What was that?”
She lets out a big laugh, “Oh my god.”
“What?!” Steve asks, raising his palms as they get to a stop light. “That’s what it sounded like!”
Gina giggles again, covering her face as they bubble out of her, “Oh, Stevie… I can’t believe I’m the one telling you this.”
“Telling me what?”
“Billy is bi,” she responds, “Kim is too.”
“Oh.” Oh.
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“So what,” Tommy draws out slowly, “You just want to watch me fuck her?” Kim is giggling, covering her mouth with her hands as she’s leaning against Billy like it’s the funniest thing. He bites back his own grin.
“You’ll see,” He responds casually, trying to keep Tommy intrigued for as long as he can, “Why don’t you give her a kiss?” Tommy still looks unsure but Kim is stepping forward, placing her hands on the sides of Tommy’s cheeks. She stands at his same height as she brings his lips upon hers, her confidence flowing with the alcohol in her system.
He watches the way Tommy melts against Kim, his body loosening and his hands wandering like he’d been dreaming of this. Billy is fairly certain the poor bastard had spent more than one sleepless night thinking about Kim. Not that he can blame him.
Kim’s mouth is everywhere, sucking and licking at Tommy’s lips as his hands wander further and further down her body. Billy brings his over hands to her curves, squeezing softly before he’s beginning to tug on the lace part of her dress.
She breaks away quick enough to lean back against Billy, her arm wrapping around his shoulder as her mouth descends upon his lips. He groans, swirling his tongue inside of her mouth as he licks her tongue. He’s groaning, his dick throbbing from how tight his pants feel suddenly.
She pulls away again, mid kiss as she looks at him hungrily. She keeps her arm in place as she’s using the other one to tug Tommy forward. She’s pressing against the back of their heads, urging them forward without saying anything else.
Billy kisses Tommy first, knowing that the freckled boy is probably still too nervous to do anything. He tastes like the shots they’d been drinking away, a hint of strawberry on his tongue from the flavor of his vape. It takes Tommy a few seconds before he’s relaxing, kissing Billy back with just as much urgency.
Kim’s grip becomes looser as she moves her lips against the crook of Billy’s neck; licking and sucking as he begins to slide his tongue against Tommy’s. He’s not the worst kisser, but he’s not the best either. Tommy moves in closer, his hardened cock beginning to press against Billy’s hip as he swallows his groan around Billy’s tongue.
Kim is dropping to her knees, hastily undoing Billy’s belt and trying to tug his tight pants off as quickly and easily as possible without hurting him. She sighs in relief when his hard cock is released and feels as if she hasn’t had him for days when she knows that’s not true at all. She licks the base of his cock, flicking her tongue across his slit to earn a groan from him.
She moves onto Tommy next. His pants aren’t as tight, but he’s thick in a similar way to Billy. She rubs her fingertips across his thighs gently, noticing the differences between him and Gina. Gina is painted with freckles everywhere, much like Kim. Tommy’s seem to end at the base of his neck.
She pulls his boxers down, feeling a sense of joy spreading through her as she wraps her slender fingers around his cock. He jolts his hips forward, breaking away from Billy’s lips as he looks down at her with wide, dark eyes. She pumps him slowly, looking up at him innocently as she presses a kiss against his tip.
He’s a little bit smaller than Billy, not quite as thick either. Still, he has a nice cock and she hopes that he knows how to use it. She thinks of a confession Gina once told her as she’s wrapping her lips around his cock and slowly sliding him inside of her mouth. He sighs deeply and Billy is reaching behind her to tug her hair back.
She can feel herself moaning as she bobs her head up and down the length of his cock. Billy begins to tug on her hair that he’s gripping, moving her mouth back harder and faster as Tommy’s tip begins to press against the back of her neck harshly. Her eyes are watering but she’s looking up at Tommy, noticing how tightly shut his eyes are.
“Okay,” Billy pulls her away quickly, apparently not too patient tonight, “Come on.” He’s tugging on her hair, pressing his tip into her parted lips. She has to relax her jaw a little more to fit him inside as she begins to keep the same rhythm that she had with Tommy. Billy is sighing, lightly jerking his hips forward as he fully enjoys her mouth.
She alternates them in her mouth a few more times, before the pressure between her legs is growing too strong. She’s whimpering, feeling like she might explode if she doesn’t get some friction against her cunt. She gives Billy a knowing look as she jerks them both in her hands.
“Kiss,” She giggles, her eyes hazy as she presses their tips together. Billy isn’t ashamed to admit that he feels a chill rushing up his spine, “So pretty.” She whispered as she pumped both hands up the lengths of their cocks. Billy groaned in response, but Tommy was already rutting his hips forward into her hand. He didn’t look like he was going to last long, but Billy hoped that he would.
“C’mere,” He’s tugging Kim up off the floor like she weighs nothing before he’s roughly pulling her dress off over her head. He grins as he traces his fingertips across her pink thong and confirms that she wasn’t wearing a bra at all, “Isn’t she a beauty?” He asks Tommy, his eyelids heavy over his eyes as he begins to paint kisses along the side of Kim’s neck.
“Yeah,” Tommy breaths out harshly like he’s never seen a naked woman before, “She’s stunning.” Something in his words makes Billy’s eyes narrow but he quickly shrugs it off, reminding himself that this was his idea. Kim’s eyes never wandered. He was always the one to suggest their group activities.
He doesn’t give Kim the time to respond before he tosses her onto the bed, listening in glee while she giggles and her body bounces against the mattress. She looks over at him hotly, her lips parted as she brings her hands up over her thighs and up her curves. He glances towards Tommy.
He hands Tommy a condom before he’s motioning him onto the bed. Tommy scrambles, like he’s terrified Billy will kick him out any second now. He watches to make sure that Tommy actually slides the condom on before he’s looking towards Kim again.
“You want your pussy filled?” He teases her as he ghosts his fingers across the wet patch on her thong. She moans, rolling her hips forward as she’s looking at him pleadingly. He wraps his fingers around the band of her panties before he’s pulling them down her slender thighs, “What do you want?” She glances towards Tommy, rubbing her foot against his knee.
“I want him to fuck me,” She says slowly and Billy glances down, watching how Tommy’s cock jerks in response, “And I want you to fuck him.” She says even slower, softer as her eyes dart back up to Tommy’s features.
“What now?” Tommy’s eyes are wide, blown in disbelief as he looks between the two of them. Billy feels his tongue darting across his teeth.
“It’s not that bad,” Billy reassures him, “You’ve never had anything up there?” He asks, feeling like most guys are lying when they act like they’ve never experimented before. But to be fair, he only grew more experimental when he’d gotten with Kim.
“Finger,” Tommy is muttering under his breath, like he can’t believe what he’s saying, “Just once.” He looks away from Billy, like he’s suddenly intimidated again. Billy grins, liking the way Tommy is shivering underneath their gaze.
“Don’t worry big boy,” Billy says as he clasps him on the shoulder, “I’ll take good care of you.” He promises and he means it. He’s never rough on the first time and he knows Kim will think up some other outlandish position if Tommy says no.
“It won’t be that bad,” Kim reassures Tommy as she sits forward a bit, rubbing her hands across Tommy’s chest, “We’ll take care of you.”She promises him as her thumbs dart across his nipples. He breaths in deeply, staring ahead at her instead of Billy.
“Okay,” He says at last, “Yeah. Can’t be that bad.” He reasons with himself as he settles between Kim’s thighs. Billy grabs a bottle of lube, knowing that Tommy is getting a little ahead of himself.
It takes a little bit to get Tommy adjusted and comfortable around his fingers, far longer than what Billy was anticipating. The only reason his cock is still hard is the moans that Kim is releasing while she threads her fingers through Tommy’s dark hair. Billy can tell he’s not doing the best at eating her out by the way Kim is jerking her hips forward and moving against his face. She meets his eye for a moment, a look of irritation crossing her features before she’s finally moaning again. Billy feels himself pressing his tongue against his cheek, wondering if he should’ve let Tommy fuck him instead. At least then he’d ensure that Kim would cum.
“Okay,” Tommy sounds nervous as he’s crowding over Kim this time. Billy is working another glob of lube against his hole to make sure that it won’t sting for him. Kim is wiggling underneath Tommy restlessly, needily as she waits, “S’fine.” He breathed out, more to himself than anyone else.
“Don’t worry,” Kim tells him softly as she pumps him in her hand. She’s slowly pushing him into her drenched hole, whimpering as he begins to slide inside. A groan leaves Tommy’s mouth and Billy feels his own smirk forming, “S’nice.” She breathes out as she glances back towards Billy.
“Don’t stiffen,” Billy tells Tommy quickly, noticing how the freckled boy is jolting against his touch. He drags his cock between his flesh and despite being so tense, Tommy still moans, “Just focus on how good she feels.” He reassures Tommy gently as he’s sliding his tip inside.
Tommy’s moans are loud, possibly louder than Kim’s as he slowly slides inside of Tommy. He takes his time, allowing for Tommy to adjust and become accustomed. Kim is sitting up on her elbows, her eyes curious as if she could somehow see what was happening. Billy finds himself grabbing her pretty neck as he yanks over up closer, kissing her over Tommy’s body.
“Fuck,” Tommy seethes, drawing their lips apart. His eyebrows are knitted tightly together and he looks like he’s seconds away from crying, “You can move.” He says urgently, his voice cracking from pleasure.
Billy shares a look with Kim and he can tell she’s just as desperate to get Billy to move as well. She settles back down, holding her knees up towards her chest as Tommy’s head dangles limply in the crook of her neck. She giggles softly, drawing her nails up as back as Billy slowly jerks his cock out and then pushes back inside hard.
Kim and Tommy share the same moan and Billy can barely keep his own groans at bay from how good it all feels too. He likes the intense way Kim is watching him, how wide and lustful her eyes are. He repeats the same actions, building up a slow rhythm as they continue to moan from underneath them.
“Hey,” He tugs Tommy up by his hair, grinning at the lust filled expressions over his features, “Don’t forget about her pretty pussy. She likes when you play with her clit.” He whispers hotly against Tommy’s neck, groaning as Tommy shivers from the sensation.
Billy is gripping his hips tightly, dragging the boy up and down his cock. He keeps him at an angle to ensure that Kim is getting the same amount of pleasure that he is. She whines as her fingertips brush against Billy’s gripping Tommy’s hips in the same manner as she rolls her hips up against his thick cock.
Tommy groans are loud and thick as they fill the room, his eyes hazy as he roughly begins to rub at Kim’s pussy. Billy is rolling his eyes as he grips Tommy’s fingers until they’re rubbing her bundle of nerves. She lets out a shrill moan and Billy takes an extra second to make sure that Tommy is rubbing her in the right way.
“She’s so tight,” Tommy spits out at last, like he’s finally found his words, “Fuck, fuck you feel so good.” His eyes are shut tightly and Billy really isn’t sure who he’s talking to as he grinds his cock deeper inside of Tommy’s hole.
“Feels so good,” Kim is whimpering from underneath, her legs shaking as Billy continues to rock into the both of them. Tommy feels limp again as Billy begins to fuck into the both of them, taking joy in how easily the both of them melt against him, “Oh my god.” She cries out, her features contorted in pleasure.
“Gonna cum on her okay?” Billy is gripping Tommy’s hair again, jerking him back to get a loud cry from the boy. His lips are parted and his face is all flushed and Billy can tell that he won’t last much longer. He reaches down to play with Tommy’s balls, smirking at how easily Tommy melts against him.
“Yeah, yeah, fuck,” He feels Tommy’s muscles clenching together as Billy ruts his cock deep inside of him, groaning at how tightly Tommy is squeezing him, “S’close.” He spits out, looking like he can’t decipher any of his own thoughts.
“Right there,” Kim is crying out in bliss, urging for Tommy to keep moving. She gasps in protest, her eyes wide and filled with betrayal as Tommy is quickly pulling out. Billy watches as Tommy quickly rips the condom off and it’s not much longer under his cum is coating Kim’s upper abdomen and tits, “Fuck.” She whines in protest, as Tommy heaves out a loud groan.
Billy removes his cock from Tommy before he’s letting the freckled boy fall to the side of the bed. He rips his own condom off as he spreads Kim’s legs even wider, needing to feel how wet and slick her cunt is. She leans up on her elbows, nodding her head quickly as Billy is filling her tight cunt.
“Oh fuck,” She mewls, her fingertips digging into the mattress as Tommy pants next to her on the side of the bed. Billy groans as he lightly drags his cock in and out of her, before he’s building the same rough rhythm again. She falls apart underneath him quickly, gripping his forearms as they chase their own high, “Yes, yes, right there! Billy!” She’s whimpering, drool sliding from her lips as she cums with a loud cry.
He groans at the way her cunt clamps down around him, feels like he’s losing his mind as she comes down around him. He seethes harshly, keeping the same rough movements before he can’t take it any longer. He pulls out harshly, already cumming in thick globs as he paints her pretty pussy.
He sat with her for a moment, groaning as he begins to come down from his own high. He gently released her knees, watching the way the pleasure is still laced on her features. He feels a bit cocky in knowing that no one can get her off the same way he can.
“Hand me my phone,” Billy jerks his hand towards Tommy, noticing how he’s still partially out of it, “My phone.” He repeats a little stern this time. Tommy’s eyes widen and he’s quickly moving to pull it off of the dresser. He looks at Kim unsure before he’s tossing it to Billy.
“S’alright,” Kim is basically purring, acting like she has enough in her to go another round. Billy is sure that she does. She stretches her arms out over her head, a giggle bubbling forth as she looks up at Billy. His and Tommy’s cum is painted across her stomach, across her chest and cunt as she spreads her legs just enough, “Billy likes to take pictures.” She draws out slowly, her hazel eyes flashing.
“Someone gets off on me recording her,” He reminds her gently, leaning over her so he can get the best view of her. He snaps the picture then scoots in a little closer, bringing his hand around her neck and pressing his thumb against her pouty lips. He spreads her mouth open just a bit as he takes the picture, liking this one a lot better, “Sexy.” He grins, leaning forward to press a kiss against her lips.
“Should I-?” The question is open and Tommy is staring like he has no idea what he should do. Billy chuckles, raising his eyebrows a bit as he searches in the dark for the tissues.
“You can take the couch or the floor,” He speaks towards Tommy, knowing there’s no way the three of them would fit in the bed. Not to mention that Billy had already gotten what he wanted, he had no desire to do anything that seemed the least bit romantic afterwards.
“Right,” Tommy is nodding as he’s pulling his boxers up over his legs, “I’ll see you in the morning then?” He’s speaking, his features contorting a bit like he’s too sore to move. Kim doesn’t miss it as she’s giggling again.
“See you in the morning, Tommy,” She draws out as Billy is wiping her clean. He has an idea to push the cum inside of her mouth, but then he’s noticing the way Tommy is watching her and he doesn’t want him to get the wrong idea. This was a one time thing, never to happen again, “Sleep tight.”
Billy tosses the tissues away as he’s clambering back into bed with her. She shuffles closer to him, her eyes full of awe and admiration as she’s watching him. He grins as he presses his lips against hers.
“Have you ever thought about posting our stuff on Reddit?”
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reyofluke-ocs · 2 months
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OCs DESERVE BETTER -> Claudette Henderson (Stranger Things) FC: Katie Douglas "Look, if it was my brother... there's nothing in heaven or hell that would stop me from getting him back. So, you have my help - if you want it."
The older sister of Dustin Henderson, Claudette is like your average small-town girl-next-door: pretty, decently popular, cheerleader, good grades. Born with mild cerebral palsy, she has always been determined to not let her disability define her. Sure, she knows there are peers - even among her fellow cheerleaders - that laugh about her and talk about her behind her back, but she ignores it for the most part. Besides, she knows as soon as she graduates, she will be heading for university and leave the town of Hawkins behind except for visits to her mother and younger brother.
Then Will Byers go missing and Claudette finds herself joining Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler - two people who she only really knows through their younger brothers' friendship - in uncovering what really happened to Will and finding him if possible. Between discovering the existence of monsters and that the government is shady as hell, Claudette begins to think whatever is happening goes far deeper than anyone could imagine.
tagging: @endless-oc-creations@stanshollaand, @foxesandmagic , @hiddenqveendom , @arrthurpendragon , @cas-verse, @eddiemunscns , @far-shores, @oneirataxia-girl, if anyone wants to be added/removed or I accidentally forgot, please let me know!
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Hawkins Prison Blues
Pairing | Steve Harrington x HoppersDaughter!Reader
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Summary | A simple delivery turns into a night of unresolved feelings as you find the one and only Steve Harrington locked in Hawkins Police Station's one and only jail cell
Warnings | explicit language, angst, extensive talk about parental relationships
W/C | 6.3k
A/N | Well I am in no way anti-Hopper, this fic seems to be (oops). This takes place the night of the Snow Ball after Steve drops off Dustin. The reader is Hopper's second daughter and for inclusivity sake, I did not specify how she came to be Hopper's daughter and there are many ways to have kids so please freely imagine yourself here! - saph
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“That’ll come out to five ninety-eight, would you like to pay cash or card?”
“Cash.”
The lights on the faded menu flicker as you pull around to the next window, tapping your hand on the car door to the beat of the music. Warm air rattles out of the heater, chugging alongside the music. Your watch reads eight o’clock and besides the one van in front of you that reeks of weed, you haven’t seen another car since you left the house. No,, parents and kids alike, had long since settled down in the school lot for the infamous Snow Ball. The middle schoolers were experiencing their first major dance while kiss-asses from Hawkins High were vying for chaperone spots, trying to scrounge up a little extra-credit for the end of the semester. Parents, including your father, were busy with send-offs, polaroids and potlucks as they watched another big milestone pass them by.
Jane had looked beautiful, you couldn’t deny that, especially as you–against your father’s wishes–helped her add a bit of your makeup to her look. Yes, she was beautiful, far more than you had been at your first Snow Ball. You hadn’t even worn a dress. You hadn’t even owned a dress. But nothing but the best for daddy’s little girl.
“Whopper with a small fry and a coke?”
“Yep, thanks.”
You pull the greasy bag into the car and dump it onto the passenger seat. The smell fills the car instantly and you roll down the windows letting the crisp winter air take you somewhere else. The route to the station had been second nature about a month after you earned your license; you didn’t need to think to get where you were going. A dangerous habit sure, but tension coiled around your muscles, and you didn’t want to think at all let alone about anything to do with your dad.
Unfortunately, it was him who had called from the station just as you had finished your shift at Tiff’s, not bothering to detail the ‘emergency’ that had him leaving home so suddenly. Despite the shouting in the background of the call, clearly said ‘emergency’ hadn’t been as pressing as your dad had made it out to be, considering you’re busy delivering Burger King to the chief of police rather than relaxing in bed with a book.
When you pull up, Calvin and Phil are already gone, the absence of their squad cars further confirming the suspicion that there really is no good reason for your dad, or you, to be out here at this hour. You’d be lying if you said you were surprised. You know what ‘emergencies’ are code for: shit you don’t get to know about.
You shove the door open with a grunt, the hinges sticking with the cold. “Dad?”
“Yeah, in here.”
Dropping the bag down on his desk, you flop down into the chair usually reserved for petty criminals and pissed off neighbors and toy with the nameplate sat in front of you. Jim Hopper.
“Mm, thanks for this,” He says between bites.
“Yeah, no problem,” You sigh, stealing a fry from his makeshift plate, hope for a simple conversation simmering in your chest. “Is that all or…”
“Yeah, just…ah, shit.” He brings his watch closer to his face and bursts up from his chair. Haphazardly, he scrapes the rest of his meal into the trash beside his desk. “I gotta pick up eh, Jane from the dance.” He mutters a few more expletives under his breath before tossing a key ring into your hands. “Could you lock up for me?”
“Th-the station?”
“Yeah, you’ve got it.”
“I don’t think I should-”
“Thanks!” Your dad calls as he pushes out the door. You slump down, rubbing your forehead. The familiarity of the situation wasn’t lost on you. It wasn’t the first time your father had run off, citing Jane as the explanation. Jane the ‘foreign exchange student’ turned ‘sister.’ You’d all about given up trying to understand how your life had come to change in the course of a year.
“Hop? Hopper? You can’t just leave me here! Hello?”
The muffled shouts come from the back of the station. Your instincts tell you to search the desks for something to defend yourself, that is until you realize exactly where the shouts are coming from: the cells.
“Hopper!”
“Steve?”
Standing in front of you is Steve “The Hair” Harrington, King of Hawkins High, banging on the bars of the one jail cell available to the drunks of Hawkins, Indiana. You burst out laughing, taking in the disheveled look of him, his hair unkempt, and maroon sweater stained.
“C.K.! Oh my god, you have no idea how happy I am to see you!” Chief’s Kid. You hated that name and you thought you’d reminded him of that enough times to get through that thick layer of hairspray clouding his brain. You stop laughing just as suddenly as you started and turn to leave, flipping him off as you make your way to the door. “Wait, wait! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I’m just-just, so relieved you're here. Please, please, don’t go!”
“Give me one real reason I should stay,” You huff, leaning against the door frame.
“Because we’re friends and-” You turn away again, scoffing. “Okay, okay, because I’m starving and I-I’m freezing in here and you are a very, very, generous person.” His eyes are wide and bloodshot, staring at you in utter desperation.
“What do you want me to do about that?”
“Well, you could let me out?” He makes an attempt on turning on that smile, the one that even made goody-two-shoes Nancy Wheeler, amongst others, fall for him. But you’ve seen it before. It had almost worked then but definitely wasn’t going to work now.
“I’m not doing that.”
The smile drops, falling flat. “Why not?”
“Let’s see,” You begin, tapping a finger on your chin, “My father put you in here, for what I’m sure is a very good reason and frankly, I just don’t like you.” You almost tacked on an ‘anymore’ but decided he didn’t deserve to know he was ever in your good graces.
“I promise you, it’s not a good reason!” Steve leans his head between the bars of the cell, grimacing.
“You-you promise?” You scoff. Placing your hands on your knees, you bend over, making an exaggerated show of laughing. “That’s a good one.” He shakes his head and brushes his hair out of his face with an open palm.
“C.K.-”
“You’re a liar, Steve Harrington.”
“I’ve never lied to you.” His voice is strained and he moves away from the bars, instead flopping down on the wooden bench that serves as the cell’s only furniture. You think about leaving him here, maybe even turning off the lights as you go, letting him serve whatever sentence he earned himself in the dark. You aren’t exactly on your father’s side as far as his judgment goes but you figure your feelings for Steve align strongly with that of Jim Hopper.
“What are you here for anyway? Did ‘slaying demon dogs’ suddenly become a crime?”
“First of all, it’s demodogs and second-,” Steve stands again as you move closer to your cell, “I…” He falters, the cocky look leaving his face. “I plead the fourth.”
“It’s the fifth.”
“The fifth of what?” He shakes his head incredulously.
“It’s ‘I plead the-,’ you know what, you’re an idiot.”
“I’ve heard that one before.”
~
You sit at the counter, resting your head in your hand as the fluorescent lights flicker above you. Tiff’s Diner is usually a hotspot for kids on a night like this but every other person your age is Tina’s Halloween party while you spend your night with the latest Danielle Steel and a dozen empty booths. It’s not like you weren’t invited. All the other kids knew you were Chief Hopper’s daughter and they knew better than to leave you out. Tiff had even offered to let you take the night off, knowing there wouldn’t be any business anyway. But your dad was gone and you didn’t like being alone with Jane anyway plus it wasn’t as if anyone at the party was missing you either, why not make a few extra bucks on an easy night.
The jingle of the door’s bell made you jump, having been lost in your novel and frankly, not expecting anyone for the rest of the night. The boy in front of you removes his sunglasses and pushes them up into his hair. You didn’t recognize his face per se but you’d know that hair anywhere. You sit up straighter and shove your book out of the way. With his eyes unhidden, you can see the sadness in them now and even more so accompanied by the frown on his face.
“Welcome to Tiff’s,” You sigh. “Take Out or Dine-In?”
“Haven’t really decided that yet,” Steve says, squinting up at the menu above you. The longer you look at him the worse he looks, especially bathed in fluorescent light.
“Well, you better hurry,” You warn, smirking, “I might run out of tables.” He laughs, leaning on the counter.
“I guess I’ll have to Dine-In, then,” Steve decides, winking, “while I still can.” He rattles off his order and you head into the kitchen to wake up Sal, the one cook still left on duty. He wakes with a start and it takes him a bit to realize you actually have an order for him. Once Sal is actually up and cooking Steve’s order, you grab a Coke and head out to your one and only customer. “Hostess and waitress, huh?”
“What can I say, I’m talented.” You slide his drink over to him but you remain standing at the booth, unsure if you’re welcome to sit. When you turn to go, Steve suddenly huffs out a breath and continues the conversation.
“I know you’ve got a lot of demanding customers but I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind keeping me company?”
“Don’t you have a girlfriend for that?” You ask, taking a seat across from him. Normally when you’ve seen Steve, at Tiff’s or in the halls, he’s had Hawkins’ golden girl, Nancy Wheeler on his arm.
“I'm kind of on the fence about that right now,” He sighs, taking a sip of his drink. An ‘I’m sorry’ finds itself at the tip of your tongue but that doesn’t seem right. You didn’t want to help him mourn a relationship he might still have.
“That’s bullshit.”
“Yeah,” Steve scoffs, digging his palms into his already reddened eyes.
“So, Risky Business?”
“Huh?”
“Your costume.” You gesture to his outfit.
“Oh, yeah,” Steve smiled. “I didn’t think anyone would know. Especially without my escort.”
“The glasses give it away,” You laugh.
“And what are you dressed as, C.K.?”
“Don’t,” You snap. “Don't’ call me that,” You warn, softer.
“Got it.” He raised his arms in surrender. You tap your foot, cursing yourself for ruining what you had going. “Dana from Ghostbusters?” You raise an eyebrow at him until you remember what you were talking about.
“I’m not wearing-”
“Oh, I know! Ariel from Footloose.”
“You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”
~
You twirl the key ring around your finger. “I’m sure you’ll hear it again.”
“Can I at least get something from the vending machine?” Steve pleaded. “Then you can leave.”
“I don’t need your permission to-” He put on a pout and his classic puppy-dog eyes, clasping his hands together to beg. “You got your wallet?” A hand slips through the bars, dangling a five dollar bill in your direction. You grab it from him gingerly and trudge down the hall to the vending machines. After inserting the bill, you start pressing numbers, trying to recall what he used to get at the movies. You get your five dollars worth and head back to his cell.
“See, so generous,” Steve croons as you pass the snacks through the open-spaces. “I didn’t think you were going to come back,” He huffs. Peeling off the wrapper of a candy bar, he slips you half like he always does–did–not even looking up to see if you’ll take it. And you do, popping it in your mouth as you sit cross-legged in front of the cell. “So, where’s the bigger Hop?”
“Taking care of his new favorite daughter,” You mutter, taking the handful of chips Steve offers you. “I’m surprised you didn’t already know that.” The smile on his face falls.
“C’mon, don’t be like that.”
“Well, you just seem to know everything about my life before I do.”
“You know that I-” You put up a hand to stop him.
“Just stop.”
The two of you sit in silence as Steve eats his vending machine dinner. He offers you more but you don’t accept it, remembering all that had happened in such a short time, not that long ago and the fact that Steve had somehow been in the center of it all.
“I, uh, drove Dustin to the Snow Ball, you know, before I got arrested,” Steve explains between Doritos. He laughs to himself, “I have to say he looked pretty good. He might be ‘the Hair’ of Hawkins Middle.” You can’t help but join him in tentative laughter, thinking of Dustin’s unruly curls.
~
You walk down the street, matching Steve’s stride as he hands you half of his candy bar.
“You could’ve told me you’d already seen it,” He huffs, running a hand through his hair. You pat him on the back as he pouts.
“Well, you hadn’t,” You offer, “and it was even better the second time.” You nearly bump into him as he stops abruptly, seemingly not even noticing that he stopped walking. Following his gaze, your eyes land on the Wheeler house. You pat him on the back again. The other night at Tiff’s diner he had spilled it all to you, all of Nancy Wheeler’s ‘bullshit.’ You’d thought maybe it was just because you were a stranger and who did you have to tell his secrets to anyway? But then he came back the next day and then he’d asked you to the movies and well, you still hadn’t quite figured out whatever had led to him attaching himself to you so fast.
“Steve!”
Coming down the driveway is a younger boy, his brown curly hair sticking out from under his hat and headphones combo. He trudges right up to the pair of you, out of breath.
“Hey,” The boy acknowledges you briefly before turning back to Steve, “I hope you’re not on a date. We have bigger problems than your love life.” You sputter out a laugh as the boy continues to walk down the sidewalk, now with Steve in toe. “Do you still have that bat?”
Steve looks back at you, mouthing ‘I’m sorry,’ and you shrug, waving as he runs after the boy.
~
“So, you went from being a middle-schooler’s chauffeur to being an inmate in a matter of hours?”
“Listen, I was drunk, okay?” Steve lays across the floor of the cell, tossing his crumpled up chip bag like a baseball. “Still kinda am.” He flips so that he’s laying on his side, propped up by his elbow, and poses for you like a playboy model. You lay on the floor beside him, staring up at the ceiling.
“So, what? My dad arrested you for underage drinking? In Hawkins?” In small town Indiana, underage drinking is commonplace and you know your dad; he’s not going to do anything that takes more effort than it’s worth. “The law” hasn’t been your dad’s top priority, not for years, and neither have you.
“Well, it’s not just that,” He sighs, covering his face with his hands. “Let’s just say you might want to look into window repair services.” You hadn’t noticed before but as Steve hides his face in embarrassment you can see the gauze wrapped haphazardly around his palm. Reaching through the bars, you snatch his hand to see the crimson bloom of blood soaked up by the bandage
“You broke my window in your what, your drunken escapades? You trying to lose a hand?” Steve puffs out a laugh which sends you reeling back. “Jesus, what’ve you been drinking? Your breath smells like death!” When his other hand moves from his face, you see what you hadn’t cared to notice before. Not only were his eyes bloodshot but they were enveloped in dark circles. His jaw was beginning to be overshadowed by stubble in a way you’d never seen. His shirt, his shoes, his pants were all dirtied. “Jesus.”
“Sorry, let me just go freshen up…oh, wait.” You shake your head, ignoring him as you unwrap the gauze from his hand, his face turned up in a wince. You gingerly cup his shaking hand with your own, rubbing circles into his knuckles to calm him as you finish unwrapping the gauze.
“This needs to be cleaned,” You scold, already getting up to find the nearest first aid.
“Hey, you take that up with the big Hop!”
“Would you stop saying that?” You lay out the kit in front of the cell. “Sit up and come closer,” You demand.
“You know you could just let me out, right?” Steve raises an eyebrow at you, gesturing towards the key ring that now hangs from your belt loop.
“I have you right where I want you. Now, come’ere.” He sits cross-legged right on the edge of the bars, snaking his arm through as he had before. You pour antiseptic onto a cotton pad and press it gently to his palm.
“Fuck,” Steve hisses, grabbing your elbow with his other hand.
“Just breathe,” You hum, “It’s only for a second.” He leans his head against the bar, eyes closed. “So, what exactly were you trying to do when you broke my window?”
“Well, I was just trying to get your attention, you know, like always.”
~
You pull your headphones off, still hearing that consistent tapping that you convinced yourself was just part of the song. Pausing your tape, you listen more intently, trying to figure out exactly where the noise was coming from. It took another minute before you heard it again. You ran over to the window just in time to see a handful of pebbles hitting the glass.
“Steve?” Sticking your head through the open window, you can see him clearly now, bent down to grab his next handful of pebbles.
“Finally!” He throws his hand in the air dramatically, spinning in a quick circle. “I tried to just come right in but you’ve got your window locked. That’s smart. You never know what kinda creeps are out there.” Steve grunts as you pull him through the window, at first you think in effort, until you see his face.
“Jesus Christ!” His face was bruised and swollen with bandages randomly placed on whatever cuts they would fit on. The area near his nose was especially affected and you feared it might be broken. “I’m gonna throw up.”
“It’s good to see you too.”
“What the hell happened to your face?” He sat on the edge of your bed, fiddling with your walkman. You riffled through your drawers, trying to find some first aid.
“Billy Hargrove.”
“What the new kid? What problem does he have with you?” Your search was futile. You would have to risk going out into the bathroom and maybe the kitchen for some ice. “Forget it. Just stay here and keep quiet.”
You tiptoe out of your room, avoiding the parts of the wood floor you knew were the creakiest. Poking through the freezer, you find a long since forgotten bag of peas and shove them under your arm. You also open one of the drawers and pull out a pair of scissors for the inevitable bandaging you’d be stuck with. Finally, you sneak into the bathroom and grab some gauze, cotton pads, antiseptic and q-tips.
“What do you need all that for?” Your dad calls from the couch causing you to freeze. Turning to look at him, you feel a stab of envy. Cradled in his arms is a sleeping Jane. Jane, who you’ve long since stopped asking questions about. Jane who’s now into the punk scene and also covered in blood? Nosebleeds. Right.
“I’ve uh, I’ve got my period,” You mutter, “It’s real rough. Gross shit, really. I’ve got it covered.”  You shove your bedroom door closed, not giving him a chance to say more. Somehow, your father was most attentive when you wanted, no, needed him not to be.`
When you step into your room, Steve is lying on the bed, half asleep by the looks of it. If your father wasn’t home, and you weren’t so afraid he might be passing out, you would just let him stay and sleep it off. But you scoop a hand under his back and sit him back up, listening to his groans all the while. You start to dab away at the wounds as he hisses and whines with every touch.
“You’ve got to stay facing me,’ You sigh. You wouldn’t be able to get any work done if he didn’t stop squirming.
“Shit,” Steve choked as you dabbed at the wound above his eyebrow.
“Here.” You maneuver yourself until you're straddling him, leaving him with nowhere to turn away from. He hesitates for a minute, looking up at you with wide eyes until his hands find a place propped under your thighs, supporting you from atop his lap. This time when you tend to his wounds he just tightens his hold, his fingers digging into your thighs.
“Just breathe,” You tell him, “Just breathe.”
~
“And a few pebbles managed to shatter my window?”
“Well, I was reaching for the pebbles,” Steve huffs, “but I actually just kinda, ya know…grabbed a rock.” He toys with his fresh bandage and you slap his hand away.
“God, you’re shit-faced.”
Both of you find your positions laying on the ground again, this time in silence. You consider leaving again, letting him finish out his punishment in solitude; after all, it’s what he deserves. Even if you did free him, then your dad would be on your ass and you’d much rather be the ass for leaving Steve in a cell. After a while of going over his story in your mind, you sit up.
“Wait, why were you drinking anyway?” Steve rolls over to his side. He doesn’t respond right away and the lack of a smartass answer unnerves you.
“I needed some courage,” He admits. “A lot more than I thought I did apparently.” The way he looks at you, the sincerity and warmth in his brown eyes, puts a pit in your stomach. He wasn’t allowed to look at you that way, not anymore.
“For what?”
You know and he knows you know. You may not have it in all the exact words but you know. The late nights together at Tiff’s as he sat with you through closing, the days spent keeping him company when his parents were God knows where, the movies you’d see three, four times over just spend time together, to be doing something, anything together. You hadn’t known him, for a long time, not really, but all the time you had spent together felt like years. You saw the way he looked at you and you wanted him to look at you like that, you yearned for it but he lied to you. Over and over again. He’d never gotten the chance to officially ask you but you knew he’d wanted to. That was over now.
“For you.”
“No, no.” You burst up from the floor and struggle to rip the key ring off your belt. “You don’t get to do that now. It’s too late.”
“I wanted to ask you. Everyday I wanted to ask you but I-, I felt so guilty about keeping everything from you but I told you the truth. I never lied to you, C.K.. Please, just give me a chance.” Steve’s knuckles are white from gripping the bars when you turn back. You shake your head and toss the keys a few feet from the bars.
“Free yourself, and stop fucking calling me that, I don’t care anymore. I don’t want to see you again.”
~
“Wake up.”
A consistent pressure finds itself on your shoulder and you shrug it off, trying to curl back into the warmth you feel around you. A twin pressure finds your other shoulder and there’s nothing you can do but sit up and rub the sleep out of your eyes.
“Shit, Jane.”
She stands in front of you, her eyes wide and expectant. A single finger extends as she points to Steve’s sleeping form next to you on the couch. You sigh and brush stray hair out of her face.
You had come home from a shift at Tiff’s and before you even had a chance to toe off your shoes, there was a tapping from your bedroom window. Groaning, out the open window you called, ‘Give me ten. I’m sweating like hell and I gotta shower.” Steve gave you a small salute and then flopped down dramatically on the grass with his arms crossed behind his head as if he had only just been stargazing. You laughed to yourself before taking the fastest shower of your life while still cutting time out to shave, just in case. The night was young after all; Jane was off doing who-knows-what and your dad wasn’t due back till morning.
When Steve had finally been let in, he tossed candy, popcorn packets and a couple of tapes on your bed proclaiming he ‘had the goods.’ That’s how you ended up asleep in Steve Harrington’s arms on your living room couch.
Now, you lower Jane’s arm from pointing at Steve. She was growing on you–though you’d never admit that to her–and she seemed to be adjusting well enough to life in Hawkins but she never stopped being so jumpy. Maybe it’s because your dad wouldn’t socialize her, claiming for some ‘because I said so’ reason that you weren’t to say a word about her to anyone else. Even though he had told you she was just a foreign exchange student, you had chalked it up to some sort of secret police operation, like witness protection or something. You would be jumpy too.
“It’s okay,” you assure her, “this is just my friend-”
“Steve.”
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” you sputter, your stomach doing flips.
“Steve. Wake up Steve. Hopper home soon.”
“Shit, shit.” You shove Steve with two hands until he groans to life. Not bothering to give him time to adjust, you yank him by the arm and away into your bedroom as you hear the familiar sound of a truck ambling up the dirt road. You slam the door behind you and run to pry open the window. You had promised to keep whatever relationship you had with Steve a secret from your dad, whether you were just friends or not. It made sense to you, considering he was the police chief and had never been know to approve of you hanging out with the opposite sex but now you think maybe Steve had a different reason for making that pact.
“I’ll call you,” He promises as he begins to climb out the window.
You grab his wrist to stop him, your stomach doing flips as you ask, “How-why did she know you?” Steve’s mouth drops into a frown and he shakes his head slightly. His mouth opens and closes without a word. He swings his leg back over the window sill and grabs both of your hands in his.
“You can’t tell anyone this, C.K., especially not Hopper.” You nod fervently. You just wanted the truth. His eyes make a quick dash between your door and your face. He darts over to lock your door before continuing. “You know a couple weeks ago when I had the fight with Billy? Well, it wasn’t just Billy.” Steve sits down on the edge of your bed and pulls you down to join him. He runs his hands through his hair and sighs. “And you know how all these weird things have been happening in Hawkins lately?”
“Like what happened to Barb Holland?” Frigid air snakes in through your open window, sending a chill up your spine. You wrap your arms around yourself in a tight hug.
“Yeah, like that.” You nod, the broken voices of the Hollands echoing in your ears from the many, many times they paid a visit to your father at the station. “Well, they all kind of come back to this thing that’s really wrong with Hawkins. It’s sort of like, poisoning it.”
“Chemicals?”
“No, not like that, it’s like, ah-” Steve buries his head in his hands. “You’re going to think I’m crazy.”
“I don’t understand what this has to do with Jane, anyway.” You pull one of his hands away from his face, searching his expression.
“You see that’s the thing she’s like a key-the key to all of it.”
“How long have you known about her, Steve?” You stand from the bed as he turns his eyes downward toward his feet, running his hands along the legs of his feet. The walls of the cabin are thin and you can hear your father’s voice as he talks to Jane. “How long?” You plead in a whisper.
“A little over a year…just about.”
“Holy shit!” You cry. Starting to pace, the sick feeling of utter loneliness seeps through you as you remember a year in a secluded cabin with a stranger girl who somehow, through little words, had captured your father’s heart and attention more than you ever had. A hand touches the small of your back and you swat it away.
“C.K.-”
A heavy knock sounds at the door, both of you turning in its direction. “Is everything alright in there?”
“Who else?”
“Huh?” Steve’s eyes don’t leave the door.
“Who else knows about her?” You slap an open palm against his shoulder, forcing him to look at you. He shakes his head, his eyebrows upturned.
“Please, you don’t want to-”
“Who?”
“Mike, Dustin, The Byers, I don’t know–the whole crew!” Steve exclaims, throwing his arms in the air. You sink back down to the edge of the bed, a hand on your chest as your vision begins to blur from tears.
“Nancy?” You croak.
“Yeah, Nancy too.” Steve rubs at his eyes as his gaze returns to the floor. You wipe the tears from your eyes with the heels of your palms, looking up towards the ceiling.
“If you don’t give me an answer, I’m coming in,” Your father’s voice booms from the otherside of the door.
“We should really-”
“I don’t understand,” You sniffed, “why is she here?” Steve’s mouth takes that pattern again of opening and closing without a sound. “Please, before he comes in here.” He places a palm to his forehead and sighs.
“She’s got these powers-”
“Get out!” You cry, standing and shoving Steve towards the window with all the strength you can muster.
“I’m telling you the truth! She opened this portal to-”
“Get out!”
“Harrington!” The door bursts up with a crack and you don’t have to worry about removing Steve yourself because your father is on him in seconds, dragging him by the collar. He claws wildly at the bigger man’s arms but it’s pointless.
“There are these monsters! The demogorgon, the demodogs, the mindflayer!”
You cup your hands over your ears, muffling the rest of the yelling as you climb your way up the bed and into the safety of your blankets. A few moments pass before a small voice breaks the silence.
“You okay?
You pull down the blanket just enough to see Jane peering at you through the doorway.
“Close my door.”
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“Look, I’m sorry, okay!” Steve exclaims, the slam of his fists against the metal bars reverberating through the small room. You can hear his labored breath as he continues, “You were right, okay? I-I lied to you.” With an arm steadying you against the wall, you stop at the doorway. “Hopper didn’t just arrest me because of the window.” He paces the expanse of his cell as he continues, “Yeah, you see, I don’t know if you noticed but I’m not exactly the stealthiest man alive. The first night I tried to get your attention, I got caught. Hopper’s got these traps around the cabin and I must’ve set one off. He dragged me out by the collar just like he did that last time and he made me swear on my life that I stay away from you, that I never tell you the truth about Hawkins. He told me he’d make my life a living hell if I ever put you in danger.”
You ball your hands into fists, your nails digging into the skin of your palm. “Why would my father give a shit what happens to me?”
Steve slumps down on the bench, scoffing. “How could you say that?”
The nights spent alone at the kitchen table eating a lukewarm microwave dinner with only the bright white sheet of your homework keeping you company, the medals you hang on your wall that you have to congratulate yourself over, the ding of the toaster as the favorite food of some other girl is passed around the breakfast table: these are the things you remind yourself of when you think just maybe you were wrong, that you had nothing to feel sorry over.
“Do you know-” you have to clear your throat before you can force the rest of your question out as you blink rapidly to dry your tempted eyes, “Do you know what it feels like to be replaced?”
“You haven’t-
“Don’t tell me that I haven’t been because I have.” Even though you know it’s the truth, you’ve thought about it for months, you repeat it to yourself quieter, “I have.” A lightheaded feeling surrounds you as your eyes begin to blur with tears. “I know because I’ve been the replacement. I told you about my sister?” Steve’s eyes find the ground as he nods. “Well then you know that it wasn’t long until my dad was on to bigger and better things. I was the replacement for Sara and when that didn’t work–not for my mom, not for my dad–he found something new.” You shrug, a dark laugh escaping your lips before you knew it was coming. “I guess it makes sense she has superpowers. That’s the next big thing, right?” Hot tears sting your cheeks as you continue to laugh to yourself. “Even for you I was just a replacement for Nancy, huh? If I hadn’t been there, it would’ve just been whatever girl was working the counter.”
You sink to the floor, your back resting against the wall as your body is wracked with tears. You pull your legs to your chest, snaking your arms around yourself in a tight hug. There wasn’t a thought you hadn’t had before but to speak them out loud, it made them real.
With your head buried in your knees, you only hear the jingle of the keys as they hit the linoleum floor before a warm pair of arms wraps around you.
“You were never a replacement,” Steve whispers against your hair. “Not to Hop, not to me, not to anyone.” You look up at him, his teary eyes reflecting your own. He cups your face with the palm of one hand. “Listen to me. I was selfish, okay? I spend my time babysitting these insane children–who are much braver than I’ll ever be–as they fight against these fucking nightmare monsters and all I have to defend myself is a shitty baseball bat with nails, that I didn’t even make myself. And when I come home at the end of the day, no one’s even there to pat me on the back and they wouldn’t be there even if I never came home. So even though I promised my life to Hopper, I had to see you. I put you in danger because I didn’t just want you, I needed you.”
“Holy shit, you’re really serious!”
“I’m so fucking seri-”
With a fistful of his shirt in your hand, you pull him flush against you, crashing your lips into his. It’s not a perfect first kiss, far from it as both of you struggle to find a comfortable position but it says more to both of you than you’d ever be able to express in words.
When you pull away, you shake your head incredulously as you laugh, “God, I thought you were crazy!”
Steve tucks your hair behind your ear and smiles, “Baby, you have no idea.”
You wake to the sound of birds chirping happily outside. Reveling in the warmth, you burrow back into Steve’s side before you take a second look at your surroundings. The door to the jail cell hangs open,the key ring abandoned not far from your feet. You poke a finger into Steve’s ribs. He wakes with a start before his lips form a crooked smile.
“Hey, I’m free.”
“Well, you won’t be if we don’t get out of here soon,” You laugh, helping him up to his feet. You close the door to the cell and lock it tightly before turning back to Steve. “I’m starving.”
“Breakfast?” Steve smirks, offering you his hand. You take it, eyeing the station lobby quickly before dragging him out. “How about Tiff’s?”
You roll your eyes. “Anywhere but Tiff’s.”
“You know, I make a mean bowl of cereal.”
“You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”
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CHAPTER FOUR: THE HIDEOUT PRESENTS: CORRODED COFFIN
NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI
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Chapter Three is SFW content (though later there WILL be NSFW content, therefore, the 18+ label).
A/N: Here is CHAPTER FOUR!! Things are finally being set in motion in this long winded fic. I'm making the chapters a little shorter because it's easier for me to write and post at a more consistent pace, so I hope that's okay! Thank you so much to everyone who has been reading my work and interacting with me, I love you very much, and you make all of this work worth it!
The remainder of your walk beside Billy was mostly silent with the exceptions of the muffled booming of music coming from deep inside The Hideout and the click of your heels on concrete. Though Hawkins was a relatively small town, the night life had its own hours, and people were starting to stumble out of the woodworks and onto the streets to find the nearest place to grab a drink and get lost in some local musicians’ handiwork.
“A little late tonight, Miss?” Ray, the doorman of The Hideout always greeted you respectfully, and tonight was no different. His dark eyes and bald head glinted symmetrically with the dim glow of the outdoor lights.
“Hi, Ray. Yeah, Eddie’s gonna kill me for this one,” you replied with a toothy grimace. “Fifteen minutes isn’t too bad though. I guess it could be worse.”
“It could, indeed,” Ray agreed, eyeing Billy up and down with the intensity of an overalert bodyguard.
“It’s okay. He’s with me. Billy, this is Ray.” You introduced the two in an attempt to diffuse the tension and in hopes that Ray would let Billy in as a friend of the band. He knew your age, but he didn’t ask too many questions as business was exploding lately thanks to Corroded Coffin’s new set. Ray gave Billy another methodical once over with his almost-black eyes before nodding stoically and gesturing to the door.
“Break a leg, Miss,” he wished through a bright smile as you approached the doorway.
“Hey, what are you – don’t – HEY!” You only caught a few words before you felt a sharp blow to your sternum and the wind was completely knocked out of you. “I don’t even like beer! I just wanted to see the band!” You steadied yourself as the boy who had just body slammed into you turned around.
“Dustin?!” It was Dustin Henderson. “What are you doing here?!” You were too young to be at the bar, but you were also technically employed there. Dustin, on the other hand, was even younger, and you knew his mom would be worried sick if she had even an inkling of what he was doing right now.
“Hey! I was just, uh – you know, uh –”
“Dustin, where does your mom think you are right now?” Dustin’s braces shone as he kept his grin all through trying to stutter out some kind of excuse as to why he was trying to sneak into a bar after 9 p.m. on a school night. Realizing you weren’t going to accept anything other than the truth, he conceded with a sullen sigh.
“At Mike’s playing a campaign that ran late.” Dustin avoided your gaze, feeling slight guilt for creating another problem you felt responsible to solve.
“You need to get home. How did you even get here?”
“That’s not important. I wasn’t doing anything stupid. I just wanted to see the band play. I’ve never seen you guys live, and I’m always missing out,” he explained. Your expression softened at Dustin’s obvious want to support his friends.
“I hear you, and I get it. But this isn’t safe, okay? We’ll find a way for you to see a show soon at a different venue. I promise. But right now, we need to find a way to get you home.”
“Oof!” A man came stumbling out the door and barreled into the back of Dustin, creating a domino effect and knocking him into you yet again.
“Hey! Watch where you’re – Henderson?” Thank God it was Steve. “What the hell are you doing here?! Where does your mom think you are right now?” It was the most common question for any of your crowd to ask Dustin who was always into some kind of mischief due to his insatiable curiosity.
“It’s okay, Steve,” you assured. “His mom thinks he’s at Mike’s playing DnD.” Steve rested both of his hands on his hips and scowled at Dustin, incredulous.
“Well, this is just great,” Steve complained, turning to you. “I was high tailing it to hunt you down because Eddie is having a total diva meltdown over you being late. He’s really hard to handle when he gets like this, you know, and I can’t soothe diva Eddie, I just can’t –” Steve trailed off as both of the boys’ eyes locked on a target slightly behind you. Shit. You were hoping that the commotion of the moment would get you out of answering any questions about why Billy seemed to be escorting you to your show.
“Evening, gentlemen.” Billy’s voice slid out in deep, velvety tones, and you could tell he was putting on his best smooth guy ruse so as not to highlight the blatant awkwardness of the situation.
“What is with today,” Steve lamented, shaking his head, closing his eyes, and massaging the bridge of his nose, his opposite hand still perched firmly on his hip.
“As much fun as this has been, I really need to get going. Eddie will have my head already, I’m twenty minutes late, and the night isn’t getting any younger. Dustin, it’s time to go. Steve, make sure Dustin gets home safe, okay?”
“Oh, hold on, no, no, no,” Steve protested, holding up both hands in defiance.
“What other choice is there? He can’t get home on his own. It’s not safe for him to be out alone right now, especially in this part of town, and Billy can watch our table since Robin isn’t here yet. See? It all works out.” Steve gawked at you, neck flushing as his anger crept up on him. “I’ll see you when you get back,” you called over your shoulder as you rushed through the door with Billy hot on your heels.
“Unbelievable,” Steve muttered, turning to Dustin who was just as dumbfounded. “Always the goddamned babysitter.” Steve rolled his eyes, cupping Dustin’s shoulder and turning him to trudge across the parking lot to where his BMW was parked. “I can’t believe you thought this would work,” Steve scolded as he unlocked the driver’s side door. Faint bickering could be heard until the purr of the car’s engine overpowered all other sounds. Steve backed out of the parking lot and onto the main road, swearing Dustin’s ass would be grass if he ever pulled a stunt like this again.
Rushing around the crowd of showgoers, you led Billy to the table in the shadows closest to the backstage entrance. You shrugged off your jacket and draped it around the back of one of the chairs, tossing your bag onto the seat.
“Robin usually keeps guard of all of our stuff at the table, but she’s running late tonight. Do you mind filling in until she gets here? It shouldn’t be too much longer.” You had to yell over the metal music that seemed to suck all the air out of the room.  A smirk tugged at the side of Billy’s mouth, his cerulean eyes glued to you as you hastily checked your pockets for loose items, tossing your lighter and pocket change into your bag.
“I don’t mind at all,” he barked back over the crashing of a drum solo.
“Thanks. I promise it’s not usually this chaotic,” you belted, apologetic.
“Something tells me it is, but I’m not complaining.” He flashed you a smile, and your insides backflipped. You could tell he was truly amused, and there was something very satisfying about Billy Hargrove exhibiting genuine emotion that sparked a warmth behind your cheeks.
“I’d better get up there. Samantha should make her rounds for drink orders any minute. Feel free to put whatever you want on my tab. CC groupies drink for free,” you teased with a wink. Billy let himself laugh, his brilliant smile making a second appearance. In a fluid transition of emotion, his eyes trailed up behind you and widened. You whipped around to see Eddie staring directly at you from his spot onstage. Get up here NOW, he mouthed as his fingers worked the neck of his guitar at rapid speed. You nodded in response and gave Billy a quick pat on the forearm before bursting through the beaded archway to the backstage loading dock.
The sound of springy guitar strings tainted the entire space followed by a cacophony of “BOOs” from the front of the crowd. Eddie’s riff fell flat after being distracted by your fucking around with Billy while you should have been joining your bandmates onstage. You knew Eddie was already livid, but you would have to do your best to talk him down later. As the last chords of the song rang out and died down, you stepped your way onto the stage and took your place at the microphone, giving Eddie an apologetic smile, and gripping the stand.
“How are you feeling tonight, Hawkins?!” The sound of your voice resonated off of the back walls of the bar, and the crowd below you roared with excitement. This was a sizable turnout. There seemed to be more and more people on the floor each week since your new demo had been finalized, and you took full advantage of the audience participation. “Give it up one more time for Jeff!” The crowd obliged once more, monstrous cheers ringing throughout the venue. “We are Corroded Coffin, and this is what we’re all about. ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!” The snare drum signaled the beginning of the song the waves of people in front of you went wild for.
Billy watched from your table in the darkness, never taking his gaze off of you. He could tell you were in your element, and he had never seen someone influence a room so effortlessly. He tapped his foot and nodded along to the beat of the song, a smirk plastered on his contemplative face. There was something about you he just couldn’t shake, and he was playing words over and over in his mind trying to grab at something he could say to you when you stepped off the stage and back into his world – some kind of compliment that would mean something. For that moment, all he could do was watch, and there was nowhere else he would rather be.
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Lorelei Evans
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Lorelei was worried. More than worried - scared. Will Byers was missing, Lorie usually babysat him, but her sister was in town - and Jonathan said he'd look after him and -
He's gone, and she wants to find him. It's good that there's a certain 'party' of DnD players, who she knows are also looking.
Thing is, she hates horror movies.
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rewatching stranger things and now i’m becoming excited about my old fic again
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fic: you're on your own, kid by okayhotshot
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November 7th, 1983 Hawkins, Indiana
Addison Taylor wakes following a dream about the day she met Steve Harrington even though the two of them haven't spoken for approximately eight-hundred and twenty-three days. Their friendship hasn't existed for two years and he still manages to haunt her memories. Her morning further unravels as she realizes something much more sinister is going on with the people that she loves and in this town as a whole.
Will the horrors of the Upside Down be the thing that finally brings Steve back to her? Will the trauma of everything they've gone through and are continuing to go through tear her and her friends and family down with it? Will Addison and Steve find the love they have always tried to earn from other people in each other?
A story about healing, love, friendship, and perseverance.
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This fic is my baby! I posted the first chapter a little over a week ago and I forgot to post it here so ta-da! I hope anyone who reads this enjoys! It's mostly self-indulgent but I am so proud!!
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Criminal Behavior (2)
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Pairing: Druglords Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes X Detective Original Female Character-
Summary: Rose Phillips, one of the best vice detectives in the game, was given a mission to catch the biggest drug lord in all of New York. James Buchanan Barnes. Framing as a lady of the night at a hidden gentlemen’s club, her mission being to do anything it takes to lure her target into her trap. Even if it means going through one of his accomplices to get there. Will the notorious criminals fall for her trap or will Rose fall for their criminal behavior?
Warnings: Lots of swearing, violence, and mild sexual content.
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“You know you’re meant to smile darling, a glare like that will make our guests feel unwelcome.” 
Rose looked as close to the part as she was comfortable but felt like a naked mannequin on display in a clothing store. Adorned in an all lace lingerie, a deep burgundy to contrast the fairness of her skin, with a short see through rhinestone gown for added coverage in certain areas. Black stilettos bit at her toes with every step making it feel as if she was walking on glass with bare soles. 
“There's a reason that smiling isn't on my resume Nat."
It had been only an hour on her third shift of the week at the club and nothing but misery and expensive booze had come out of it. The men on her radar had yet to make an appearance forcing her patience to simmer. Something she’s never had a lot of to begin with.
After the opening speech, Rose had skimmed the perimeter as she tried not to stumble over her newly found height, coming to only retired billionaires and black market smugglers. The bar seemed to be the best place to lavish in fancy drinks without a wrinkled hand skimming her inner thighs. She already tried that approach to blend in, only to come seconds into punching the creep. Reflexes she had yet to tame fully. Natasha made sure to scorn her the entire night for that mess she had to clean. 
“It is now so learn it fast, you have a new client awaiting your attention.” 
Crystal baby blue eyes were skimming over her in lustful interest, polished fingers running through silky blonde hair as they struggled to control their thoughts at their attention being noticed. 
“Don’t make the Captain wait too long.”, Natasha's sultry voice whispered as she reached for a mint from the glass bowl beside the detective.
Rose shot a hidden glare beneath the laced mask that traced her eyes as she pushed off the stool. Razor sharp tingles migrated from her feet, up her legs as she glided across the room. He could wait a little longer, let his patience brew as much as he did to hers. It seemed only fair. 
His eyes never left hers, watching as her fingers danced upon the backs of the furniture she passed with elegant grace. Years of fight training and marathons with criminals had done her well in speaking of the shape of her body. Short with curves that melted in the hips with legs as penetrable as steel, the heels adding to the definition of the muscles as they strut. 
Dressed in a black, suffocating almost, fitted dress shirt with dark gray dress pants to match made him scream with young money against the veterans that surrounded him in their dusty suits. A diamond encrusted watch wrapped possessively around his wrist, sparkling when the light reflected against it just right. 
“You certainly know how to keep a man waiting.” 
He was right there. Sitting with his legs spread in invitation as a cigar hung loosely between his fingers. Waiting for her to accept with little consideration. He could wait a little longer.
Her gaze remained on him as her hand trailed up his thigh and chest, smirking at the way he twitched at her touch, until she reached the cigar, “I liked watching you squirm.”, her lips circled the filtered end, welcoming the warmth that filled her mouth before letting it fall against his face as she exhaled.
Arms enclosed around her frame before she could blink, seating her across his thighs with one hand under her butt while the other gripped at her thigh. A breathy gasp escaped her best efforts as he kneaded the plump smooth flesh, the muscles that built his massive frame tensing against her. She swore he moaned under his breath.
“What’s your name sweetheart?”   
Detective Phillips and you’re under arrest.
His eyes were so perceptive, watching her every move like a hawk watching its prey. They were laced with the sadness she had seen in the photo but he hid it well. Anybody would look past it, too shy from the intense charm that oozed off of him but Rose saw right past it. Anxiety lurked forward at the idea of having such similarities with someone like him. 
Her fingers picked at the baby hairs along the back of his neck, taking the distractive thoughts away, “Whatever you want it to be honey.” 
His thumb played with her lips, running the pad of it over the glossed bottom, “I’m not too sure if sweetheart is fitting. You seem like trouble to me.”
He had no idea what was in store for him.
Wet warmth dragged along the digit, storm clouds meeting the rising tide with a playful glint. She already had the charmer wrapped around her web, squirming in the sticky threads. It’s almost too easy. 
“What’s life without a little trouble?” 
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Rose awoke to the phone ringing on the bedside table. Stupid place to put it, she’ll have to put it in the hallway to avoid these rude interruptions now that her sleep schedule shifted. 
Only one person would dare to bother her at an early hour on a day off. Rose internally groaned at the possibilities of what he could want. 
A hand fumbled from under the covers, lazily picking up the receiver, grumbling 'leave me alone' before hanging up and closing her eyes again. She didn't have enough energy nor patience to deal with anyone, especially him . She had barely slept after arriving home, her mind too focused on the man that occupied her shift. 
"How much to take you out for a bit? Price doesn't matter."
Rose coiled in distaste internally, trying to keep the seductive blink steady, "Sorry honey, I'm not for sale." 
His eyes watched her leave with burning want, remaining on her figure until he disappeared into the shadows once more.
Memories of goldilocks and his hands clouded her vision as sleep began to take over, her body melting into the mattress and navy comforter. That is until the phone rang with vengeance, seeming louder against the peaceful silence that was created moments prior. 
"I said leave me alone, I'm busy." 
"Drooling over your pillow and sleeping in till one in the afternoon doesn’t count as busy sunshine." Stark's sarcastic voice sang through her ears earning another unflattering groan from her.
"Hmm no thanks. It's my day off so I can sleep all I want." 
Failed attempts to control his breathing huffed through the receiver with an irritating crackle, "If you don't come in then I'm giving your position away to Martin and we know just how much you love him." 
Martin O’ Donaley. Just thinking of his name gave Rose a bad taste in her mouth. He was the head vice detective before she was promoted and he hasn't let go of the 'fact' that she 'stole' his position. He loved making accusations that she slept with the chief in order to get promoted instead of putting in real work like he supposedly did. Unfortunately, most believed him over the evidence she provided and she despised his existence for it. 
"I hate you." She hung up before he could get another word in, slamming her head against the pillows a couple times before getting out of bed. It better be worth it.
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Rose had arrived at the station per Chief Starks request an hour later. She made sure to take her sweet time, taking an additional five minutes to present herself in orderly fashion and even brewed a fresh pot of coffee in the staff lounge before making her way up to his office. Much to her surprise, he wasn't the slightest bit annoyed with her. In fact, he was thrilled to see her disapproving glare. 
"Sunshine! Glad to see you alive and well." He clapped, beaming down at her. The fakest she’s seen him since the award ceremony last year.
Rose gave him a deadpan stare as she sat in one of his chairs, resting her heels on the desk with a thud. But the scuff that appeared didn’t falter the cheshire grin. It deeply concerned her with suspicion, "You aren't telling me something."
The façade dropped instantly, the normal grim stare returning to her relief, "Yeah, I kind of needed an excuse to get you out of your apartment so my team could get to work."
The leather chair squeaked in protest as the weight became unbalanced, hands gripping the arm rests tightly as she leaned forward, "What did you do?"
A faint sigh left him as he relaxed in his chair, rubbing at his jaw tenderly, his eyes barely meeting hers, "I have a team rearranging your apartment as we speak. Before you jump over this desk and strangle me, let me finish first." He paused, waiting for her to settle back in the chair again, "The minute you make any form of contact with Barnes, he'll have already sent Wilson there, probably bug the place while he's at it. I needed to make sure it matched your cover and that you were safe against them. Can't lose my best detective now can I?" 
Rose tried to contain her annoyance, it was procedure for the case at hand and was for her own protection. A small sacrifice of privacy for the better. The anger she had felt building had now diminished. She knew the chief cared regardless of her attitude towards him at times and she appreciated it. She just would never admit it out loud. She'd never live it down until she was ten feet under. 
She gave him a genuine smile, "You'd certainly be lost without me."
The little moment they had passed as quick as it came as he placed a stack of photos on the desk, "As you can see, Rogers has been spotted out and about-”
Rose interrupted, grabbing at the photos with little interest, “Yes I’ve already met prince charming.” 
Stark was speechless, debating if his ears had tricked him again, “I’m sorry?” 
She shrugged, throwing the stack back on the center desk, “He was at the club last night. Romanoff confirmed him before I approached.” Stark raised his brows and waved his hand pressing her to continue, “Well for one, I think he’s an ass man with the way he-”
His face revolted and shook his head frantically, his face reddening by two shades, “And you didn’t think to call me? Wilson could’ve been there while you slept!”
“Didn’t think it’d be enough to bring it up, not yet at least. You know me chief, I like a decent amount of evidence before I present it to you. Helps build a solid case, basic logic.”
“Don’t be a smartass Phillips, this could ruin or make the whole case." A spark of realization struck him, "You need to pursue this until Barnes gets involved. Honestly, fuck both of them for what it’s worth, kill two birds with one stone if that’s what it takes.” The beaming smile returned to her dismay, “Barnes is still M.I.A for now so your next task is to lock onto Rogers until the hermit comes out. Maybe this scandal will draw his attention. He’s been spotted at the diner near the club during the early afternoon before the lunch rush. Keep me updated this time, got it? Good, now get out. I have the senator coming for a meeting at any moment.” 
Rose remained silent through his blabbering, awaiting his finish before responding with a low salute before standing, “Aye yi Chief.”
Now how did she want to approach this task? Her brain was going a mile a minute as she descended to the main floor, thinking of the thousands of scenarios that could occur if she had a run in with Rogers in appropriate attire. Should she act normal? Flirty? No, that’d be too much of a giveaway. Surely he’d recognize her as the woman of mystery from the night before if she acted in the same manner. A frustrated growl shook her lips. This was completely out of her league, having little pushing towards no experience in this undercover scenario before. She was used to acting as both buyer and dealer, busting out the big guns when the time was appropriate before the big arrest, case closed. She never imagined a cover quite like this, it was becoming more and more tedious as it went on.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the one person she truly wished to strangle till they stopped breathing. Dramatic? Yes. Completely the truth though? Yes.
“So how does it feel going from top detective to being some cheap whore?” Rose halted abruptly, her heels skidding against the epoxy flooring.
Strike 1.
“Excuse me, did you say something fat ass? Oh sorry, I almost forgot that wasn’t your name, Martin .” Her foot was tapping irritably, jaw tensed to the point of locking.
Martin O’ Donaley was a heavy set grease ball. Stout as a ball of oil soaked twine, with an attitude as revolting as hot dog shit melting on the pavement. A real thorn in everyone’s side if they weren’t so far up his ass, too frightened to get the same treatment as her.
She watched as he took a daring step towards her, a cocky grin lifted nearly up to his eyeballs, “You heard me clear as day baby.”  
Strike 2. Will he knock it out of the park or will he go for that final strike? Let’s see folks.
Eyes narrowed to pin points on his reaching hands, “I bet you like all the attention you get. A real dirty girl you are to let a stranger do those things to you all for the sake of a case. Lucky guys.” Sweaty fingers trailed along her hip, a nasty stain left in their trail, “Maybe you wouldn't mind if I took a spin too?” 
Strike 3, And he’s out folks!
A screeching pitch filled her ears as emotions charged into dangerous territory, the laughter of their coworkers fueling the fiery rage. He wanted a show? She’ll give it to him.
A hand ran down his chest in light swirling motions, slow blinking lashes catching on bloodshot whites as the hand locked on the target's belt loop. The laughter had faded seeing the first act had begun, their interests peaking at what might come next, “You really want my attention?”
Nicotine stained teeth pinched over his bottom lip, nodding eagerly, “Oh yeah baby, all of it.” 
Desperate bastard. 
Dirt infested nails dug into the dip of her hips, burrowing through her blouse to the point she feared he’d break holes in the fabric. He panted like a dog in heat, blinded by his rising desire, he couldn’t see what was coming until the searing pain enveloped his lower body.
"You fucking bitch!", Rose couldn’t help but smirk at the pained expression that grew on his sweat dripped face. 
Rose had dug her knee deep into his groin with as much force as she could muster, fisted knuckles landing on the already crooked nose when his knees crashed on the floor. Satisfied with the deafening crack and blood splatter that followed after.
Blood dripped in small pools onto her swelling fist as she pulled him up enough to focus on her, “There’s a reason you lost your position. Do you know why? Because I am better than you. Learn to fucking respect that.”
With a final shove, she stepped away from the shriveled pig, not before wiping some of the sticky substance from her hands on his shirt, a memory for what happened that day. The forming crowd hurried to his aid with nurturing coos and disapproving stares directed at her. The incident would likely cause a stir amongst the department if not the whole bureau, dampening her reputation further.
A field day full of scolding and demands of immediate termination were preparing to send off to Stark, giving him another desire to get rid of her. Verbal punishments would be the likely verdict, emptily threatening to pull her off the case he had no one else trustworthy enough to complete. Worst case scenario would be a trip to the morgue to have a playdate with the coroner, Dr. Banner, a punishment worse than being taken off the case. It wasn’t the aspect of death that bothered her. It was how the body remained partially alive after the soul had left it. Muscles still twitched, sometimes raising the body into a haunting position that scared the life out of whoever had the displeasure to come by it. It’s lifeless eyes staring through your soul behind its half opened lids. Then, as if nothing had happened, it was back to resting on the metal stretcher. It unsettled her beyond comparison. All in all, in the end, a slap on the wrist for the incident and on her way she’d be.
Sunlight exposed the purple splotches that had already begun to form, swelling into small pebble sized welts along the knuckles of her right hand. The remaining blood had dried in a brown crust that made her skin itch with irritated bumps, the splatters that made their way on her blouse stained into the fabric. Visiting the diner was out of the question today, replaced with hours of scrubbing both skin and cotton before seducing her way through another shift in hopes of spotting one of the targets.
A frustrated sigh let her lips as she scratched at another scab of dried blood, revealing sore skin beneath. Stares of disgust and concern of passing civilians irked her more into a foul mood, worsening when she mindlessly walked into the person ahead of her, worsening the migraine that pulsed through her temples.
“Hey watch I- Whoa, are you alright?”  
What a coincidence. 
Steve Rogers was standing in front of her clear as day, face laced with concern as he took in her disheveled appearance. An odd sight compared to the night prior. 
His stature had grown more intimidating with his full standing height, shadowing over her with ease, his muscular frame unhumanly broad. The cocky smirk was replaced with a worried frown, eyebrows pinched in wait for a response. 
The question of how to act arose again. 
“Oh this?” She glanced at her hand with an uncomfortable chuckle as she waved it around clumsily.
Awkward it was.
“This is nothing, you should see the other guy.” She continued, seeing his questioning expression, “Let’s just say I deal with a lot of overly confident men, who underestimate me far too often and need a reminder of what respect is.”
He shook his head, chuckling at her calm composure, “Well I can’t just leave you here walking into people with bloody knuckles, so how about we go over to Albert’s diner and get some ice on that? Maybe even a milkshake. My treat.”
Smooth, she’d give him that at least. Maybe even say he was pleasing to her eye, allowing some genuine attraction to peek through. She wanted to say no, returning on her way to clean up the mess that she was until her shift later, but this was her opportunity at first contact in a normal setting, fully dressed and closer to her comfortable element. This was an advantage she couldn’t pass up on. 
“Lead the way.”
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Is making an OC to a fandom purely to ship them with your favorite character lowkey cringe? Yes. Yes, it is. Does that mean I'm gonna stop? NO, IT DOES NOT! Anyways meet Anthony (Anne, Annie) Lynn Barringer, everyone!
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life in hawkins, indiana is bittersweet for an eighteen year old like you. up to this point you've enjoyed your reign as the resident rich bitch ice queen of hawkins high. you glide above the student body with an impenetrable grace— until the IRS comes knocking and your family loses everything that makes you you; the money, the super-trendy clothes, the people you called friends. you're forced to trade your plush suburban life for a double wide in forest hills trailer park— directly across the lot from resident hellfire king and noted freak, eddie munson. you've got plenty of reasons to hate him, but number one with a bullet? his daddy put your daddy in jail.
pairing: eddie munson x f!oc, mentions of unrequited steve harrington x f!oc and unrequited jonathan byers x f!oc, platonic!nancy wheeler x f!oc, platonic!ronnie ecker x f!oc
tags: NSFW / MINORS TURN BACK NOW! f!oc is written in the immersive second person; she does have a name and a background, but no physical description is mentioned in the text. enemies to star-crossed lovers on a slow burn setting, angst, misunderstanding, yearning, swearing, smoking, drinking, era-typical classism/sexism/homophobia/sexual harassment, smut including but not limited to voyeurism, masturbation, public sex, discussion of crime that i pull out of my ass kind of, really mean jokes, eventual fluff (i promise). extremely canon divergent with references to flight of icarus.
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❦ - SERIES
❦ - chapter one: THE POISE, LUCK and INTEGRITY OF A KENNEDY
❦ - chapter two: VIOLENT DELIGHTS at HARRINGTON'S HOUSE
❦ - chapter three: EDDIE MUNSON COMMITS TREASON (BREAKS UP a CAT FIGHT)
❦ - chapter four: HOT SKIN and a HALL PASS
❦ - chapter five: CHEERLEADERS MAKE BAD NEIGHBORS
❦ - chapter six: IN MY ORBIT
❦ - chapter seven: WELCOME to the REAL WORLD, JACKASS
❦ - chapter eight: SEWN UP
❦ - chapter nine: EDDIE the OBVIOUS and the LADY SPHINX
❦ - chapter ten: STOP THE WORLD (and MELT WITH YOU)
❦ - chapter eleven: I OWE YOU A BLACK EYE and TWO KISSES
❦ - chapter twelve: PERSUASION CHECK
❦ - BLURBS N SHIT
in-universe requests are open for business
flashback - LACY'S DAD GETS ARRESTED
flashback - EDDIE MUNSON STAMPS NICOLE SUMMERS' V-CARD (NOT A BOARD WAXER, NOT IN MAUI)
what if - EDDIE FOUND LACY'S JOURNAL
what if - LACY FOUND EDDIE'S WEIRD SERIAL KILLER WRITING SCRAPS
lore - ALL ABOUT THE BOOKSTORE
blurb - EDDIE HEARS LACY HAVING A SEX DREAM AND...
blurb - EDDIE TELLS LACY HOW HIS PARENTS MET
blurb - LACY VISITS HER DAD IN PRISON
blurb - FOUR TIMES YOU WERE STRUCK INCAPABLE OF IMAGINING YOUR LIFE WITHOUT EDDIE MUNSON
blurb - YES, NURSE RATCHED
blurb - THE BANDANA
blurb - EDDIE FS CASS FINNIGAN IN THE A
blurb - THE LACY AND JONATHAN OF IT ALL
❦ - FUN STUFF
soundtrack - VOLUME ONE
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(not) moving on — a max verstappen x stark!oc x charles leclerc series
★ fc: madison beer ☆ summary: evangeline "evie" stark is in love with her best friend, max verstappen, but he tries his best to keep her at arm's length. but what happens when she starts to get close to his fellow drivers in the paddock? ★ notes: kinda short chapter but the reconciliation chapter may or may not be coming soon. either the next chapter or the chapter after that. we'll see though
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"How much do you think it costs to buy an F1 Team?"
"Papa, you can't buy Ferrari—"
"Why not? As much as I hate to admit it, I actually like your boyfriend and he seems talented enough to win a WDC, if it wasn't for the shit tractor and shit strategies," Tony said.
Tony, as much as he wanted to hate Charles, had been won over by the Monegasque. Even if Tony was rooting for Max, he wouldn't be too mad if Evie would end up being with Charles. Or, better yet, he'd be happy if she would end up with both of them.
"Tony," Pepper warned.
"I'll wear you out about the F1 Team eventually," Tony said.
"Just like you did when you asked her to marry you," Evie commented, making Pepper smile and Charles stifle a laugh out of shock from beside her.
"Okay, that's it. Your name won't be on the F1 Team when I buy Ferrari," Tony said.
"I'm a Stark, my name would be on the Team name regardless," she shot back at her father.
Before Tony could say something back, Pepper had dragged him away, leaving Charles and Evie alone. "Would your dad actually buy Ferrari," Charles questioned, making her sigh.
"Who knows at this point. Papa's got more money than he knows what to do with it and he's always wanted a team," she told Charles.
"He seemed to like you, though,"
"Really? I didn't think he knew who I was until he called me your boyfriend,"
"Trust me, he does. If he didn't like you, he wouldn't offer to buy your team. It is Tony Stark's love language; giving gifts to tell people he likes them," Evie said.
"I noticed it's also yours," Charles commented, having received a watch from her that costs more than his Pista, and he nearly dropped the watch at the sight of it.
"I suppose I do like you as well. Just a little bit though," she teased, putting her hand up and moving her pointer finger and thumb as close together as possible without touching, signifying how "little" she liked him.
"Oh, just a little bit, amor? You weren't saying that last night," Charles teased back, grabbing her waist in order to pull her close to him.
"Leclerc! Just because you're dating my daughter does not mean I should have to see you commit cannibalism on her!" Tony called out, making Sam and Bucky ooh and ahh at them like they were children.
Pepper tried stopping her husband but the people around them were already looking at Evie and Charles. Meanwhile, Steve was trying his hardest to give the couple some kind of semblance of privacy, turning around to not look at them in the eye. Wanda and Natasha were explaining to Thor and Vision that Charles wasn't actually trying to eat Evie. And Peter was trying his best to not let Morgan run away and explore.
Evie rolled her eyes, and rested her forehead on Charles' chest, groaning at the absurdity of her family. "They're your family. You love them. You love them." She chanted, trying to remember or else she might end up killing them.
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Hi, I'm Misha. Thank you for diving into my stories and supporting my writing :)
My fanfics [+this blog] are dedicated to Steve Harrington. All fanfic series, one-shots, blurbs, etc. listed below are written by me. Do not repost or share anywhere without proper credit. Thank you.
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"Oh, so we DO love Steve..."
Steve Harrington x Bauman!fem!reader enemies to lovers, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, upside down mayhem, S2-S4, post S4 universe hot-take, end-of-the-world / dystopian setting, ugly fights turned smut (...but with hella plot). 18+
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[Part IX - blurb] | [Part IX - full]
SUMMARY: WHEN THE UNEXPECTED NIECE OF MURRAY BAUMAN GETS THROWN IN THE MIX, THE GANG HAS NO IDEA JUST WHAT THEY'RE IN FOR. SCRATCH THAT - STEVE DOESN'T KNOW. YOU GET ALONG WITH EVERYONE WELL. YOU BANTER WITH THE ADULTS, WHO APPRECIATE YOUR HELP. THE KIDS LOVE AND WORSHIP YOU. YOU'RE HELPFUL ALL AROUND. BUT AS FAR AS STEVE IS CONCERNED, YOU'RE JUST NUISANCE. AFTER ALL, YOU'RE THE REASON HE LOST THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE AND MISSED OUT ON A LIFE THAT "COULD'VE BEEN." IF YOU HAD JUST KEPT YOUR SORRY ASS OUT OF THE PICTURE... IF YOU HAD NEVER GONE WITH NANCY AND JONATHAN AFTER THEY LEFT YOUR WHACK-JOB UNCLE, MURRAY BAUMAN'S, BUNKER? HE WOULD BE HAPPY. SO F*CKING HAPPY. BUT HERE YOU WERE. YOU WERE BASICALLY THE COOLER (...AND SURE, MUCH MORE ATTRACTIVE) FEMALE VERSION OF MURRAY BAUMAN. YOU WERE SARCASTIC, QUICK-WITTED, TOO SMART FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, AND APPARENTLY BUILT FOR THE WAR. SURE, YOU WEREN'T AS BRASH AS YOUR UNCLE. BUT IN STEVE'S EYES, YOU WERE SOMEHOW FAR MORE OBNOXIOUS. HE DOWNRIGHT HATED YOU.
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"You're there. You've always been there."
Steve Harrington x OC!fem!reader Childhood friends to lovers. Sloooowburn. Angst. Romance. Smut with plot. Action. Told from second-person view, reader is Nicole (character from S1), different POV, hurt/comfort, upside down mayhem, pre-S1-S4, eventual post-S4 universe.
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Summary: Steve Harrington was six years old when he met you: Nicole St. James, the girl who carries the other half of him. Since 1972, the two of you have been inseparably tethered by the soul. You give Steve a home in his big house with no parents, and he gives your introverted heart a longing for someone. The King of Hawkins High and princess of this small town, you tell each other absolutely everything...except that you are in love with each other.
Everything changes that one afternoon at school, when you catch the school's social outcast -- Jonathan Buyers -- has been stalking Steve, his posse and his girl, Nancy. Little do you both know, the monsters in your favorite fairytales are real. And you're both going to have to fight them together.
You both share the best days and worst days, through childhood and teen years, until you both find yourselves roped into the perils that exist beneath your feet in Hawkins.
But through it all, despite all the doubt, Steve knows one thing: you're there. You've always been there.
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"At the Chateau, We'll Be Alright."
Steve Harrington x Jonathan Byers x fem!reader A crossover au inspired by Saltburn and Call Me by Your Name. Additional Inso from Joe's theater performance as in Spring Awakening. Song Inso: "Chateau" by Djo
Strangers to best friends to lovers. Slowburn. Angst. Romance, with polyamory themes and schemes. Smut with hella plot.
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Summary: The reader lives with her parents at a fancy chateau, in France.  This year, her father offers their home as a housing sanctuary to a select student or graduate.  He decides to invite two graduate students to live with their family over the summer, coming from different working class backgrounds, and help with their academic paperwork as a professor of archaeology.
Steve Harrington: a rich kid from a swanky boarding school with a bad boy reputation and too much charm for his own good.  Surprisingly, his grades say otherwise.  A’s and B’s, his parents claim that is seeking one-on-one tutoring so that he can progress in his studies — but it sounds more like an excuse to ship him off for longer periods of time, giving them an out for having their son around during the summer.  The pretty boy’s all about ladies…but that’s only because he hasn’t met a boy who awakens his bisexuality.  Yet.
Jonathan Byers: a kid from the lower working class, excelling in his studies and AP programs at the same boarding school as Steve which he only got into because of community sponsorship and grants.  Quiet wallflower, little to no friends, a bit cynical.  A closeted gay, he’s more determined to stick with being perceived as “ace” than come out of the closet.  Until he goes to stay at a chateau with a handsome boy, and a beautiful girl who understands him.
Twists, turns and terrifying risks, you all put your hearts on the line that summer at the Chateau. Add the reader's cousin Eddie into the mix, along with her best friend Robin, Steve's ex-girlfriend Nancy, Jonathan's estranged mother and your progressive parents alongside Steve's absent parents -- it's a cruel summer.
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Dirty Metal Summer
a Dirty Dancing au
Part 3: Crimson and Clover
Eddie x fem!Reader & Steve x older!OC
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18+MDNI, not too many warnings for this part just mention of losing a parent, hint to an abusive relationship, alcohol consumption, tons of awkward flirting, eventual smut, but very much a slow burn. Steve is in his mid-late 20's, aunt Kim is mid 30's to early 40's, or whatever age you are, dear reader.
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Summary: Hello! We're getting to know a bit more about the character dynamics, listening to some of Eddie's thoughts, and catching a glimpse at a third possible romance on the horizon. Preparing us for the wild ride that starts in the next chapter.
Songs for this chapter: Under the Milky Way/The Church Edge of a Broken Heart/Vixen Seek and Destroy/Metallica
The shores of the resort were thick the next day with people who worshiped the sun, playfully kicking at the water in their bathing suits, stretched out in their lounge chairs, glistening in layers of Hawaiian Tropic tanning oil.  
You, on the other hand, were still fully clothed, covered in SPF, under one of the big umbrella’s the resort offered with your headphones on to drown out the sound of the screaming children.  Your dad was in the shade next to you, absorbed in a book, while aunt Kim caught some rays on her backside in a black one-piece that was high at the hip, flipping through an issue of People magazine.  It was the Summer of Love issue celebrating the 1960’s with the Beatles on the front and the quote: “It’s 20 years later, do you know where your love beads are?”
“Don’t you want to get in the water, Bird?” Your aunt cooed politely, adjusting her big sunglasses on her face.
You shook your head, pulling your headphones down.  “I think I’ve developed a phobia of public watering holes.”
“Suit yourself,” she sat up and brushed herself off.  “I think I’ll take a quick dip.”
“Watch out for sharks,” you quipped, earning the weight of a magazine being thrown at your hip.
“This has been enough excitement for me,” your dad cleared his throat, placing a bookmark to save his spot, standing from his chair, knees popping.  “I think I’ll head in, get some writing done before dinner.”
“Later dad,” you mumbled, wishing you had an excuse to hide in a room by yourself all day.  
Once he was gone, Kim took a drink out of her water bottle and heaved a sigh.  “I wish the two of you would give this place a chance.  Look at that lake!” She stretched her arm out, pointing. “It’s breathtaking.”
You gazed out at the expanse of the cheery, vacation scene, bursting with melancholy.  “Mom would’ve loved this place,” you choked on the last word, not sure where that fresh pang of emotion had come from.  
Kim chewed the inside of her cheek, equally adrift in reverie, when a body stepped up to block the sun, putting her in its shadow.  “I was hoping I’d run into you again.” 
The body belonged to Steve, and he was shirtless, in a pair of navy-blue Staff swim trunks, short and slightly snug against his hairy thighs, and flip flops.  His lips were glossy, and even though he wore sunglasses, he had to shield his face with his hand, squinting against the sun so hard that his top lip curled.
Kim tried to speak so fast she coughed, wondering if she looked too frumpy in the suit she had on.  What was she thinking? He had to be a good 10 years younger than her, no way he was interested in—
“Kim, right?” He aimed a finger gun at her, but then he struggled a bit with your name, snapping his fingers to ignite recollection.
“And you’re Steve,” Kim's eyes couldn’t help but land on the silver chain nestled in his ample chest hair.  “Did you, um, are you working on your tan?”
It took him a second to catch what she was referring to, and then he smirked, pulling a crumpled polo from his back pocket.  “I jumped in to cover lifeguard duty for a buddy of mine,” and then he shifted his sunglasses to the top of his head and so did she.  “If you ever need a swimming lesson, I’m your guy.”
“You’re a swim instructor too?” Kim asked, impressed. Steve put his hands on his hips, accentuating broad shoulder muscles.
“Nah,” he shrugged, tucking his chin. “But I’d do my best.”
You dropped your gaze to the sketchbook you’d been doodling in, trying to pretend like you weren’t listening.  From the headphones around your neck, the song Under the Milky Way by The Church played and a handful of kids ran by you giggling, dusting sand onto your blanket.
Steve wished you a good afternoon just before he excused himself, seemingly headed back to the pool area.  You thought he’d been on his way somewhere else, but you were mistaken.
“I think he likes you,” you swirled a few doodles, raising an eyebrow.
“Noooo,” Kim gave a long protest, adjusting the straps of her bathing suit.  “He works here, it’s his job to be friendly.  
“Yeah? Is it his job to keep checking over his shoulder at you as he walks away?”
Kim peeked just as the man in question tripped over his own feet.  Regaining his balance, he waved and said, “I’m okay,” and then proceeded to put his shirt back on as he approached the lifeguard station. 
It was your turn to stiffen and feel tingly all over when you spotted Eddie strolling down the sidewalk from the main house, wearing a tool belt loose at his hips to accompany his denim and staff shirt attire.  
From the way he knocked that Lance guy out with one punch the other night, you wondered if his hand hurt.  Adjusting yourself, you wet your lips, as if he’d spot you or something, which was impossible from that distance.  He cut in front of the fenced pool area, heading for the outdoor bar that had a thatched roof like you’d see at a tropical beach.  For the first time that day, you noticed that Chrissy was working the area, carting fancy drinks around to the guests at the pool.  Her blonde ponytail bobbed as she turned from what she was doing to talk to him.  
She dipped her chin a few times in answer to whatever questions he was asking, and then he squeezed her arm affectionately before taking off again.  
“Do you want anything from the bar?” You got to your feet, dropping your Walkman to the towel.
Kim cocked her head, considering the question.  “Is it too early for alcohol?”
Eddie was back on the path, his back to you as he got further away, but your attention was on Chrissy mixing cocktails in a metal shaker.  
“I can see if they have mimosas?” You weren’t thirsty, really, but you were curious.  
Kim decided on a bloody mary and asked you to put it on her tab, slipping you a few bucks for a tip.  
The smile Chrissy gave you as you approached was polite, but it did not reach her eyes.  “What can I get for ya?”
You told her, fumbling over your words a bit, and then waited on one of the five stools for her to make your drinks.  She scooped ice into a Styrofoam cup and tossed in a jigger of alcohol. You noticed a gold, heart shaped locket around her neck with something engraved on the front.  
“Is it true you used to play with Vixen?” You asked, in awe.
Chrissy’s face fell and she paused to stare at  you.  “Who told you that?”
“Oh, um, Joyce, she, well—sounded like she was proud of you.”
Chrissy went back to work.  “That was a long time ago, back when life was good.”
“It’s not good now?” You were intruding, and you knew it, but still, you couldn’t help yourself.  
Chrissy scoffed. “You could say that. Lemon in your tea?”
You nodded, wondering if there was anything you could say or do to cheer her up.  
“How long have you and Eddie been together?” 
She frowned down at what she was doing.  “Eddie’s not my boyfriend,” she corrected.  “He’s like a brother to me. Known him since I was a kid.”
“Oh I see,” you pressed your lips together, trying not to appear relieved at that news.  
There was a lull of silence as she finished up and you felt compelled to fill it.  “I saw you play with the house band last night.  I think you’re really talented.”
You could hear the click of her molars gnashing together when she placed both drinks in front of you. “Playing lame cover songs for a no-name house band is the best I can do with my life right now. Music is the only thing I’ve ever cared about.”
You used some of your own cash to give her an even bigger tip and scooped up your drinks.
“Hey, wait,” Chrissy called after you. She rubbed her forehead and tried to smile.  “Listen, I’m sorry that I’m, that I’m being such a bitch,” she shrugged. “It’s been a shit couple days.”
You shook your head, cold drinks sweating in your hands, about to tell her that you understood, but the two of you were interrupted.  
“Bird, there you are,” you froze at the sound of Troy’s voice. “Glad to see you’re enjoying the amenities.”
Troy had a green and white tennis outfit on with a racket in his hand, and you caught the way Chrissy tensed and quickly turned away at his entrance.  She folded the tip you’d left and put it in the front pocket of her apron.  He came up close to  you—too close, invading your bubble—and so you shuffled back, bumping into one of the stools.  
“The staff is treating you well, I hope?” He leaned against the tiki bar, and it was not lost on you that Chrissy pretended to be so busy she didn’t notice him.
“Just about to bring this to my aunt,” you lifted the red drink with the celery stick sticking out of it. You glanced at Chrissy, but she went to the other side of the bar to help someone else.  “The service here is impeccable,” you said, loud enough for her to hear.
You headed out and he kept up, sticking by your side. “I’ll walk with you,” he winked.
“Great,” your smile was a tight, thin line.  
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Eddie bent at the waist to sip from the stone drinking fountain near one of the utility sheds and splashed water on his face a few times, combing wet fingers through his hair so that his bangs were off his forehead.  He worked the cool water around the back of his neck, wondering if he had a sunburn.  He loved Indiana for the fall colors and the long winters, but the summer? The summer heat could go fuck itself.  
Water was still dripping from his chin and nose when Steve walked up, sunlight through the leaves making patterns on his face.   
“Did Robin mention we need to borrow your van tomorrow night?” Steve bent down to take a sip from the fountain after he asked it.  
Eddie pulled the bottom of his shirt up to wipe his face, exposing his stomach and trail of hair from his belly button to his waistband.  “As long as you don’t bring it back on empty. What’s wrong with your car?”
“We need to pick up a bunch of Robin’s stuff from her ex’s house,” Steve raised his brows high, locking them in place. “Girl is a bit of a psycho, I don’t want Robbie to go alone.
Over Steve’s shoulder, he caught sight of you making your way back to the umbrella with Troy by your side and he hoped that you were smart enough to know that guy was a piece of shit.
“I work late tomorrow, but I’ll help you unload when you get back,” the tip of Eddie’s tongue rested at the corner of his mouth, eyes darting to you again.  You weren’t some goddess from the cover of a hotrod magazine, or one of the metal babes who always tried to go down on him when he used to play shows with his old band, but yet, without knowing anything about you, the sight of you made his heart jump into his throat.
“Nah, we got it,” Steve talked as the two started walking.  “It’s just a mattress and a chair and some clothes I think.  I told her just to let them go, but it's the principle I suppose.”
“I get it man, believe me,” Eddie once drove three states just to get a rare Scorpions concert tee back from an ex who stomped his heart.
“Hey,” Eddie caught Steve before he headed off in the other direction.  “Jam at the Hideout tonight?”
They bumped fists. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
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The movie Casablanca was the offering at the outdoor theater that night, and respective families cuddled on the lawn on their various blankets and camp chairs under cover of generous tree branches.  Halfway through, you excused yourself from your aunt’s company to find the restroom, and that was when you spotted Chrissy and Troy having what appeared to be a heated conversion at the curve of the sidewalk near the rose garden.  You ducked behind a tree just as Humphrey Bogart said one of his infamous lines on the screen.  
Since everyone’s attention was occupied elsewhere, no one but you saw the way Chrissy pointed in Troy’s face, only for him to snatch her wrist in a way that made you gasp.  She yanked her arm away and turned on her heel, but then he caught up and lunged in front of her.  Whatever he said to her then calmed things down for a moment, she stopped trying to break free, and then he cupped her face as if he were about to kiss her, but she shoved away again.  That time, he let her go.  Hands balled into fists in his pockets, head down, he stormed off in the opposite direction, toward you.
You stood very still, hoping to be mistaken for the thick trunk of the tree, and thankfully, it worked. You came around to glare at his backside, but then trotted after Chrissy.  She was long gone, walking as fast as her feet could carry her along the treeline, and you didn’t think she’d appreciate you screaming her name at the top of your lungs in front of the other guests.  
It was pure luck that made you take notice of something shiny on the ground, a pile of glistening gold on the sidewalk.
It was a necklace, a heart locket to be exact, much like the one you’d noticed around Chrissy’s neck earlier that day.  You ran your thumb over the engraving on the front and let the delicate chain drag along the back of  your hand.  
You were sure that it belonged to Chrissy, the clasp must’ve broken during the struggle with Troy.  You had to get it back to her somehow.  
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“Where are you going?” Your dad asked as you sailed through the living room on your way to the door later that evening.  He looked at his wristwatch.  “It’s almost 11.”
You’d planned on him being in bed already.  “I, well, I ahh—” you scrambled for an excuse, something that wasn’t “I’m going off the property to where people fight and get drunk and listen to metal”.  You were 21 and technically, by the law of the land, could do anything you wanted, but anyone who has ever traveled with family is familiar with the tendency to be treated like a child infinitely.  He loved  you, he worried about you, and you didn’t want him to stay up all night pacing, so, you lied.  
“There’s a meteor shower tonight, and a bunch of the guests are watching from the boat docks,” god, you hoped he wouldn’t fact check you on that.
He shuffled some saltines absently out of a tin.  “You’re still coming on the boat with us tomorrow morning?”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” you beamed, clenching the front of your jean jacket closed to hide the revealing shirt you wore underneath.  
You raced down the porch steps once you were able, dashing into the night with Chrissy’s necklace safe in your pocket.
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A guy in a Black Sabbath shirt and a drastic mullet with hair down his shoulders moved out of the way for you as you crossed the bridge, and then you had to stand there and take a breath. Robin wasn’t with you and you hadn’t been invited to the Hideout this time, maybe they wouldn’t want you?  Surely you could find Chrissy at work the next day and give her the necklace then? Fuck it, you were almost there.  
You could hear the shrill feedback from a guitar and then someone speaking into a microphone.  Was that Eddie’s voice? Your heart raced.  People cheered at whatever was said, and then the drum beat kicked in a few times, followed by guitar riffs, and a woman’s voice singing the Vixen intro to Edge of a Broken Heart.
“I can't believe I could have been so blind
But love is strange
I thought about it for a long long time
But the truth remains”
You could feel the music in your chest.  Was that Chrissy? Perhaps it was the “band practice” Robin told you about, but the music didn’t sound at all like what you’d expect to hear from the conservative house band. The sliding door was open once you were in view, with people mingling outside, and you dodged around them, sucking in a plume of secondhand smoke from a passerby.   
Slithering through a few more bodies, you stepped right over the spot where Lance had gone down the night before, and then you had the perfect view of Chrissy exercising her impressive pipes on the microphone under a few ropes of tiny, pale string lights.  
Steve was on bass, hair flopping in his face, his mouth holding an “O” shape as he played. He had on a thin white tee that was soaked through with sweat on the front atop belted blue jeans.  Eddie arched back, exposing his throat, his fingers deftly working the strings on his smoke black Warlock guitar.  He had a Bark at the Moon shirt on with wide, ripped out arm holes exposing the tattoo work on his ribs.  His hair hung in his face when he bent over to play, a frown of concentration knitting his brows together.
Chrissy jabbed her fist in the air for the chorus and the crowd screamed it:
“I've been living on the edge of a broken heart
I don't wanna fall, I don't wanna crawl
I've been living on the edge of a broken heart
Don't you wonder why I gotta say goodbye”
She commanded the stage, playing guitar as she sang. You were too absorbed to realize that you had made your way forward and were right there front and center when Eddie glanced up.
He wasn’t expecting to see you, so he did a dramatic double take, nostrils flaring the moment your eyes connected.  Why couldn’t you just stay away?
A smile teased at the corners of your mouth, but faded to an unsure lip bite when he averted his gaze, scowl deepening.  He ignored you for the rest of the song. 
When it was over, there were cheers and whistles all around.  The drummer with the mop of tawny hair twirled one of their drumsticks in the air with a flourish and caught it, clapping the high hat.  Voices murmured around you as people fell back into conversation while they had a break from the volume of the amps, and you shuffled to the side, following Chrissy as she took her guitar off and held it by the fretboard.  She had on a cropped shirt with her shorts, golden hair loose and wild around her shoulders, her short fingernails painted black.  There were a few old, wooden apple box crates stacked on top of each other to act as a makeshift table, and she grabbed the neck of the beer that was waiting there to take a sip.   
Eddie continued to play, wailing on the guitar with precision, while Steve and the drummer followed his lead to the tune of Seek and Destroy by Metallica.
You tapped Chrissy on the shoulder, and she jumped.  “Oh shit, you scared me,” she said, spinning around. She checked around as if she were expecting to see someone else there.  “Where’s Robin? Is she with you?”
“No, I, just a sec—” you dug around in the front pocket of your jacket, panicking for a moment that you forgot to bring the locket with you. “I found this on the sidewalk, and I thought maybe you dropped it?”
Chrissy gasped at the sight of it and her eyes began to water.  “How did you–?” A sob caught in her throat, and she reached out to gently take it from you.  She shook her head in disbelief.  “I looked everywhere, I thought it was gone forever, I—”
“I thought that was you!” It was Robin, bobbing on the balls of her feet as she came up to nudge your shoulder.  But then, her attention turned to Chrissy and her face tensed with concern.  “What happened, why are you crying?”
“No, no,” Chrissy sniffed and opened her fist to show Robin the piece of jewelry.  “It’s my grandmother’s locket I told you about.  Bird found it.”
Robin bent to get a closer look and the two women knocked their heads together, sharing a laugh.  “The clasp is broken though,” Chrissy mused.  “It must’ve come off when—” she swallowed, deciding not to finish that sentence.  “I’ll take it into town to get it fixed this weekend.”
“Give it here, I’ll fix it for you,” Robin volunteered.  “Not only can I unclog a toilet, but I’m also pretty crafty.”
“Y-you’d do that for me?” She asked as she was passing it over.
“Of course,” Robin chuckled.  “I’d do anything for y—I mean, what are friends for right?”
Chrissy turned her attention back to thank you properly when Steve pushed in between the other two girls and slung his arms around their shoulders.  “What's going on?”
Robin cringed.  “Gross, Dingus, you’re all sweaty,” to which he shook his head and droplets from his hair flew everywhere, making the girls scream and push him off.
The three of them got into conversation about something and you sank back against the corrugated metal wall to observe.  You hadn’t noticed the music stopped but the drummer was in the crowd having a beer and just as you were on your toes trying to find Eddie, a warm body sank in next to you.  
“Hey,” Eddie said.
You looked just in time to catch his gaze traveling down your body, but then he was quick to lift his beer to his mouth and pretended to be watching the crowd. 
“Hey,” you returned, suddenly full sentences and conversation felt so foreign.  You were acutely aware that there was plenty of space along the wall, but he was pressed close, bare arm touching yours.  
“They let you stay out this late on a school night?” He grinned against the aluminum rim, amusing himself.  He had a second beer in his other hand, and he passed it to you.
“Ha. Ha.” 
He had one knee bent with his foot on the wall while the other leg stretched long to show the heavily scuffed toe of his black boot.  
You shuddered despite the heat.  “So, how long have you and Chrissy been playing music together?”
He hummed, shifting so that his bicep rubbed against you, squinting one eye shut in thought, tilting his head back.  “Been something like a decade now, I think? Feels longer.  Feels like I’m 60 years old some days.”
“How old are you though?” You swallowed so hard your throat clicked.  “45? 50?”
He leaned into you, hard enough to push you over if your feet weren’t planted, his hair skimming your shoulder.  “Close enough,” he paused to say something else, but then puffed out his cheeks and exhaled.  
He wanted to ask how long you’d been playing the cello, but how would he even know you did without admitting he’d watched you that night from the street like a stalker? “Do you think you’re gonna stick around, watch us play some more?”
“I could,” you were about to add something super cheesy like, “if you want me to,” but opted for nonchalant.  “I love watching Chrissy play.”
He nodded a few times, and pushed off the wall, handing you his beer.  “Hold this for me?” His silky brown eyes locked onto yours, the tip of his tongue resting between parted lips.  “Please?”
There you were, holding Eddie Munson’s beer.  He got behind the mic and took his shirt all the way off to wipe his face with it before strapping his guitar on.  The next song they did was an original, something that Eddie and Chrissy wrote, and Chrissy came in on backup vocals, while Eddie growled out the lyrics, banging his head every so often.   He swiped his bangs from his forehead, wet with perspiration, and his fingers worked like magic along the strings.  At one point, he and Chrissy shared the same mic, belting out the words.  
He made eye contact with you three times, not that you were counting.  Each time longer than the last.  When it was over, he came out and took his beer from you, fingers touching as he did so.
“Eddie, I think I—” you were about to let him know you should probably get going, but he’d already turned, chugging the rest of the beer as he went, and then they were right into the next song.  
Eddie wasn’t sure why you made him so curious, but the voices in his head were screaming at him to shake it off.  Somehow, he’d gone four years without getting involved with a summer person, he’d never even been tempted really.  Nothing good could come of it, especially since he’d probably end up being nothing but a vacation fuck for you to brag to your friends about.  
He glanced around but couldn’t find you during the song.  When he went to check for you at the wall, you were gone.  
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palmtreesx3 · 9 months
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ACT 4 GOING ALL THE WAY - Steve’s Chapter OUT NOW!!!!
SexShop!Steve x Reader : SexShop!Robin x OC
Summary: Steve and Robin have about had it with Hawkins, so on Robin's 25th birthday, the pair decides that there's nothing holding them there anymore and they start packing their bags. The friends move to Chicago and quickly find an apartment to call their own. As luck would have it, within hours of arriving to the city, Robin stumbles on a no-strings-attached job offer for both of them - what could be better?! Now just to break the news to Steve…. This multi part story will both explore their platonic relationship and their chaotic experience working at the sex shop together as well as their own paths of self discovery as they plant their roots in their new city and finally deal with the invisible baggage they drug along with them when they moved.
Warnings: Eventual smut (f/m, f/f and both m+f masturbation); a whole lot of sex talk, sex toys and NSFW topics; LGBTQ+ but in the late 80s/early 90s; inexperienced Robin; reformed King Steve; exploring topics or implied reference of ADHD and anxiety. Some non cannon in this AU but cannon themes and Easter eggs a-plenty. Chapter specific warnings will be included. 
Prologue  (7.9.23)
The-V-Card (7.14.23)
Act 1: Foreplay - Aphrodisiac (Robin’s Chapter) (7.24.23)
Act 2: Exploration - Lube (Steve’s Chapter) (8.18.23)
Act 3: Getting Lucky - Praise Kink (Robins Chapter) (10.16.23)
Act 4: Going All the Way - Queening (Steve’s Chapter) (1.26.24)  
Act 5: Right on the Edge
Act 6: Climax
Aftercare
Acts will be comprised of separate Steve and Robin-centric Chapters, but they will not be standalone stories. They are co-existing. Bits and bobs of Steve’s storyline and character development will occur during Robin-centric chapters and visa-versa. These two are co-dependent, just like our favorite guy and gal. 
Extras Below the cut!
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Prologue  
The-V-Card
Act 1: Foreplay - Aphrodisiac (Robin’s Chapter)
Act 2: Exploration - Lube (Steve’s Chapter)
Act 3: Getting Lucky - Praise Kink (Robin’s Chapter)
Act 4: Going All the Way - Latex (Steve’s Chapter)
Act 5: Right on the Edge
Act 6: Climax
Aftercare
Blurbs 
Yeah, I know I’ll write these, too... I hav too many head-cannons already piled up for these two in this AU. Don’t hesitate to share your thots or questions with me on these two and you may get yourself a little freebie in your bag straight from the sex shop. 
*AU Note: Cannon events from their past are still laced in their character experience. Hawkins is weird and they have experienced Upside Down related events, however not to all characters you know and love. If characters exist in Chicago in this AU, they’re not connected to Hawkins. 
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whoisshel · 9 months
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An episode by episode stranger things fanfic with a fem!reader
You can also read it on wattpad with an oc
Here’s the link to ao3
summary:
Life was fine at the moment, it wasn't perfect but it was good enough for you. With parents that preferred to act like they didn't have a child, you still had your boyfriend and best friend that made up for it. Until one day, your neighbor, Nancy Wheeler, decided to drag you into the strange world that is the Upside Down.
pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
eventual Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Season One:
Chapter 1: The Vanishing of Will Byers
Chapter 2: The Weirdo on Maple Street
Chapter 3: Holly, Jolly
Chapter 4: The Body
Chapter 5: The Flea and the Acrobat
Chapter 6: The Monster
Chapter 7: The Bathtub
Chapter 8: The Upside Down
Chapter 9: One Month Later
Season 2:
Chapter 1: MadMax
Chapter 2: Trick or Treat, Freak
Chapter 3: The Pollywog
Chapter 4: Will the Wise, Dig Dug
Chapter 5: The Spy
Chapter 6: The Mind Flayer
Chapter 7: The Gate Pt. 1
Chapter 8: The Gate Pt. 2
Chapter 9: The Gate Pt. 3, One Month Later
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RADIO appearance ⭑ the materiel list
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summary: You're seemingly going nowhere at your job at Studio 66. You finally get your big break when your boss meets a terrible fate. Given the opportunity to become Mental in the Morning's newest radio host, you embark on a never before experience when you fall into a love triangle between Corroded Coffins, Eddie Munson, and his manager, Steve Harrington, all while trying not to lose yourself to your sudden fame. What will you choose? 
Rockstar!EddieMunson x Radiohost fem reader x BandManager! Steve Harrington
WARNING: Cursing, Misogyny, Love Triangle, Sexual harassment in the workplace, eventual smut, Drug and alcohol abuse, slowburn(?), mentions of blood, Character death(?), OCs
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pt. two
pt. three
pt. four
pt. five
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