#just kidding i believe steve is a tall guy

[sharpchinsimp]

TOTAL DISCLOSURE

Do you still think that Steve's height is about 190 cm?

How about this - according to the wiki, his iFruit is based on the iPhone 4s, which is 11.52 cm long.

Then in this image we can see that Steve's height is approximately 12.5 iFruits or…144 cm!

He's 4'9" angry man.

#steve haines #just kidding i believe steve is a tall guy #but i had to post this

[undreaming-fanfiction]

My Blessing

Back when Eddie was still human, he used to think it would be incredibly cool to be a vampire. Child of the night, Nosferatu, all that stuff from his beloved books. He would be untouchable and the people who wanted to hurt him just for being different would wither away and die of old age while he'd still be the same. Maybe he'd visit them in their dying hour and sneer at them, taunt them as they were about to see what awaits beyond. All of that used to sound so good.

As he's learned during last 80-ish years, being a vampire sucks (no pun intended).

He sees it all. World wars. AIDS epidemic. Satanic panic. More and more pain, people wasting away before his eyes. The music is cool, but he wonders if he'll grow tired of it all. Eddie is still young, he doesn't want to believe that this is all there is. But each year, each decade makes him more and more hopeless.

And he's so, so lonely. He still has Wayne, his vampire uncle (he categorically denies the term "father" or "maker"), but he sometimes too resigned, too used to all the pain and violence. He doesn't know many other vampires and making any sort of a connection with a human is painful to think about. People are so fragile.

He's always loved turning into a bat and just flying around the city, avoiding the curious eyes of humans and finding lone vantage points, observing the night life on the streets. One of his favorite spots is on top of the Harrington bank, a building from the 1920s with old bronze statues and old, tall windows. He started visiting the ledge in late 1980s, sometimes spending the entire night there. He'd land on the ledge and turn back to his real form, plopping down next to a statue of a young man. It's so human-like, Eddie forgets it's just an object, a piece of art, and talks to it. He tells it about the stuff that has been happening in the world, all that's fucked up but also the good things, how he saw a group of girls chasing away a stalker of a random lady, a homeless guy giving his last few bites to a stray dog. How a kid he used to know in the 80s is now all grown up and has children of his own. He sometimes wonders who made the statue, but there is no signature, no mark, just that pretty face looking down at the street, lost in thought.

It's on a stormy night in 2022 that it happens. Eddie lands in his favorite spot, lights up a cigarette (immortal lungs are a great thing to have) and talks to the statue, as always. Tells it how he actually wrote a novel and got it published, summers are long and the daylight doesn't kill him but it sure hurts, rambles about how he got Wayne his first flannel shirt and it was love at the first sight. The rain is thick, heavy, but Eddie likes it, it makes him feel a bit more alive. He hears thunder, closer and closer, but the lightning is probably somewhere behind him, he doesn't see it.

That is, until it hits the statue, and Eddie panics because sure, it was just an object, but it was like his friend, it was a constant in his life, what is he going to do-

And then the statue straightens its spine and groans.

Eddie's cigarette falls somewhere into the streets and burns a hole in the umbrella of a lady bitching about the undeserved help provided to the poor. Not that he notices. His eyes are glued to the statue that stretches its arms and runs its fingers through the thick hair that suddenly has color, a sun-kissed brown, and then it turns to Eddie and smiles.

"Oh finally, I was waiting for ages to introduce myself. Hi. Thanks for keeping me company all those years. I'm Steve. Steve Harrington."

Eddie shakes the offered hand in daze and mutters "Eddie, Eddie Munson" before promptly turning into a bat and...what? Does he want to run away? Does he want to shriek his little heart out and never come back? Probably not. Not with Steve smiling at him like he's the best thing in the whole world. So he just lands on Steve's outstretched hand and squeaks "Still Eddie Munson, only pocket size."

And Steve, bless his heart - does he have one? Do statues have hearts? - just laughs and tucks Eddie under his old-fashioned jacket to protect him from the rain. "Oh, I know. The first time you landed here and turned back, I thought I'd finally gone crazy."

He opens a window behind them and climbs inside with Eddie, a window that's always been dark, the only dark room in the whole building. And then they talk. Well, Steve does.

That's when Eddie learns the room is Steve's, preserved, stocked and cleaned throughout the decades. That he's the only son of the founder of the bank, Richard Harrington, now fortunately long dead and burning in hell. That even before the Great Depression hit, the bank was facing difficulties and Richard Harrington decided to make a deal with...something. Something ancient and lurking in New York, something feeding off the misery of people living there.

That's when Eddie learns that Richard Harrington offered his only son to preserve his fortune.

He just stares as Steve shrugs, retelling his story as if it was no big deal, finding a change of clothes for both of them in a huge closet full of things both old and new, a strange blend of fashion spanning last century. "It was a deal for one hundred years. One hundred years of prosperity for one hundred years of...that. I guess my father felt a little bit guilty afterwards because he included in his will that I'd always have a place to come back to. This room. And some financial security too, that's what he'd said before he passed away. He used to talk to me through that window sometimes, after my mother drank herself to death."

"Uhhh." Edward Munson, ever the eloquent fantasy book author, has nothing better to say.

He turns back to Eddie, smiling at him and offering a black t-shirt. "I don't think he knew I could hear him, that I heard and saw everything. Still, nice to know he cared...as much as he was humanly able to." The smile doesn't falter as he adds: "I don't want to sound pushy, but maybe you should turn back to change clothes? You're still wet."

And oh, Eddie is still a bat. Yep. With a sound that sounds like a plop, he transforms back and takes the t-shirt. "Thank you. Steve. Uh. That's  fucked up, man," he offers lamely.

"Oh yeah, it sucked. Well, used to," he nudges Eddie, tossing him a towel when he sees his hair dripping on the floor. "But then you started showing up. Talking to me." Now his smile is slightly smaller, sad, and Eddie wants to visit Richard Harrington's grave and punch his remains, build them into a bird feeder, revive the asshole and kill him again. "It was just...so lonely. I had no way of telling you, but when you started visiting and just, kept showing up, almost every day, it felt like a blessing."

Eddie swallows, his throat suddenly dry. "A blessing?"

"Yeah." Steve turns to him and the sincerity in his eyes is so intense Eddie feels like turning into a bat again and flying in circles, shrieking into the night. "You were my blessing, Eddie," he says as he squeezes his hand.

And Eddie just stares, his undead heart breaking for this boy, cursed just as horribly if not worse than he is. "You know I'm not...not human, right?" he whispers but his hand doesn't leave Steve's. "I guess you can probably tell from the bat thing, or that I'm literally the room temperature-"

"-or the fact that you once told me that it's a shame I'm not alive because I look delicious and you're sure my blood would be too," add Steve with a mischievous smirk.

"Uh. Shit, yeah. That too," Eddie stutters, trying to recall all the embarrassing stuff he told Steve during the last thirty or so years. "That...doesn't bother you?"

Steve snorts in laughter and shakes his head. "You literally thought I was a piece of bronze an hour ago, man. Does that bother you? Did you prefer me when I didn't talk?"

Eddie scoffs at that, offended. "Hell no. You were just a pretty face, but now you're a pretty face with a ton of personality. I...you know, you were my blessing too, I think. Even if you couldn't answer, I didn't feel as much alone next to you. Is that weird to say?" 

The squeeze of Steve's fingers gives him the answer he needs, but he still melts inside when he hears "not at all. I just hope you won't get bored of me now that I'm...different," he whispers, staring at their joined fingers. "You'll probably find me boring. I don't know much about what's going on outside. I could watch and you told me a lot, but...uh. The world seems so hectic and fast-paced, it will probably take me a while to catch up."

And Eddie has to laugh because that worry is so strange to hear voiced out loud, as if Steve being alive, breathing and next to him, as if that made him something less. "Oh just you wait, Steve. You spent over thirty years listening to me ramble, now I'm expecting at least thirty years of your monologues so we can be even. You know my dirtiest secrets now and I'm a man with a thirst for knowledge. Really," he adds because the young man next to him is still silent, "you have nothing to worry about. I've kept you company and you have done the same for me...and it works for us. So what's a little confusion about these modern days? Come on pretty boy. I will be your guide."

Steve gives him a smile that is so radiant Eddie thinks it should hurt, it should burn him like a torch, but it's just warm. Kind. "I can work with that."

Steve is the only human Eddie ever turns. He expects to agonize over it for much longer, to feel guilty, but Steve has already lived longer than he has and he still has thirst for life that is infectious, something that drives Eddie to join him, try new things, not mourn what is lost to time but be thankful that he has the chance to see it all. He finally wants to participate, to join the world again, not just observe it.

The first time Steve turns to a bat, he ends up flying in circles in absolute ecstasy, laughing and making the weirdest somersaults and loops. Eddie could watch him forever and the best part is - he can. And he does.

But before all that, Eddie brings Steve to see Wayne, to introduce him to his only family. Wayne shakes his hand and gruffly laughs: "Well, look at that. My boy has finally moved on from that statue."

Without missing a beat, Steve smiles at him and announces "oh not at all, sir. I'm the statue."

Eddie has some explaining to do, but for now, he just laughs.

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[artiststarme]

From Alibi to Reality

A little something different, I hope you guys like it! Title brought to you by @nburkhardt. Please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Steve knew he was going to act as Eddie’s beard for the cops and the town. That was a no-brainer, it was the only way to clear Eddie’s name. He discussed it with Hopper, the kids, and Robin. Everyone determined that the shock factor of Steve “The Hair” Harrington dating the town freak was the only thing that was going to change Powell’s mind and make him drop the charges. The thing no one could agree on was how to broach the subject. 

Dustin thought that telling the police directly would be the best way, Robin thought they should build up to the declaration, and Nancy thought it was a stupid idea because no one would believe that lady-killer Steve Harrington was into a guy (little did she know). Regardless, all of his friends thought talking was the best course to take. 

But Steve was a man of action, not words. All of the Party’s plans involved discussing their “relationship” like civilized adults. The problem was though, they weren’t talking to civilized adults. They were talking to his brother, a known dumbass, and the new Chief of Police that wanted to hunt down a bunch of kids because Jason fucking Carver told him to. 

So he was going to handle this the way he handled every shitty situation thrown his way. He was going to wing it. It had worked for him thus far and it hadn’t failed him yet. So, for the rest of the Party’s meeting, Steve zoned out. He thought about how fucked he was going to be when his parents found out about this, how much shit he’d have to take from the rest of the town, and how ostracised he’d be. But it was the only way to clear Eddie’s name. 

Eddie had jumped into the lake after him and saved his life before protecting Dustin from demobats. He was a part of the Party now and Steve would do anything to protect the Party. So, he was fine with ruining his reputation and probably being disowned by his parents for  tainting the Harrington name. As long as Eddie was okay in the end, nothing else mattered. 

~*~*~*~

They neglected to tell Eddie the plan. He hadn’t seen any of the Party members since the police realized he was being treated at the hospital and barred anyone from seeing him until they questioned him. He was just minding his own business, ignoring the two doofus cops trying to question him, and looking forward to whatever the Party came up with to clear his name. Eddie wasn’t sure if whatever their plan was was going to work or even if they meant what they’d said. However, he had hope. Mostly because the only other option would be joining his dad in a cell for murders he didn’t even commit. 

That’s when it happened. Steve stormed into his hospital room with a flourish, slamming the door against the wall and scaring the two cops. 

Eddie watched as the tall one’s eyes narrowed, “Steve, you better have a good explanation for this one-“

He didn’t pay attention to what else was said. One minute, he was looking at an angry Harrington walking into his room and the next, said Harrington was kissing him. On the lips! 

Mother of fuck, Eddie had died and gone to heaven because all of his dreams were coming true. He didn’t know what Steve was playing at but Eddie wasn’t complaining. He just slipped his eyes closed and kissed him back with equal fervor.

He was pulled from their passionate kissing by a loud, “Son of a bitch, Steve! The murderer?! What the fuck? I thought your taste was bad when you were dating the priss but now this? Jesus Fuck, bro!”

“Officer Callahan, please maintain your composure.”

“My composure?!” His voice was shrill as he shrieked in his own defense. “Powell, my brother is macking on fucking Munson! What the fuck? How am I supposed to maintain my composure?!”

Eddie pulled away from Steve, “your brother is Officer Callahan?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did that not come up when you were defiling my baby brother?!” Callahan yelled at him, waving his hands in the air maniacally. 

“No, actually. It didn’t,” Eddie told him. 

Callahan let out a sound of frustration before pointing at Steve, letting out another frustrated noise, and stalking out. Steve and Eddie turned to Powell who just looked tired. 

“I assume this is why you wouldn’t tell us your alibi for the night of the murder, Munson?” He sighed. 

“That’s right, there was no way in hell I was going to out my boyfriend. Apparently he does it himself though,” Eddie gave Steve the side eye. Why had he chosen to do this? He’d known the guy for like two weeks and he was just throwing his life away to protect Eddie. What the hell?

Powell turned to Steve, “is that true? Mr. Munson was with you the night that Chrissy Cunningham was murdered?”

“That’s right. We were watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show and Alien before going to bed. He stayed the whole night laying in bed next to me, there’s no way he could’ve murdered anybody,” Steve nodded. 

Powell just shook his head at them, “fine, Munson. I’m clearing you but don’t leave town.” 

“I won’t sir, thank you for doing your due diligence. It was at my expense but still, thanks,” Eddie said sarcastically. 

He shot them one last disbelieving look before following his partner. Then all that was left was Eddie and Steve. 

Eddie whipped his head around to Steve. “Now what the hell was that?!”

“Hey! Don’t talk to your boyfriend that way!”

“Seriously Steve-”

“Eddie, I swear to god if you don’t kiss me again in the next twenty seconds, I’ll go get Powell and tell him I changed my mind,” Steve threatened him with narrowed eyes. 

How was Eddie supposed to refuse him after that?

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[deliciousangelfestival]

You can totally ignore my idea lol but what about a fluffy/angsty fic about Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes being turned into a baby/toddler by Tony on accident. But because they are babies they just want to be around and held by “Y/N” and get mad or throw a cute tantrum from lack of attention or if someone tries to hit on their “Y/N”. You can ignore this if it sounds idk weird or dumb lol but I thought it would be cute like they can’t hold back there affection for them while in baby form and when they turn back they are like well shit.. lmao

(PS: the fanart here is from Alexa_520 on Twitter I’m not sure if she has a tumblr but in case you or anyone wants to see it for yourself)

This is so cute!!!

Thank you for the idea. Here it goes. The story has little angst a bit. 

Zero Crush.

Summary: Y/N was on her way to go out for her day off. However, her plan got interrupted because the AI told her something at the lab. You almost lose your mind seeing both of your bosses turn into babies. 

And now, she has to watch them. Y/N is okay with kids, but the problem is she has a little crush towards Captain America and The Winter Soldier. 

Character: Steve Rogers x platonic!reader, Bucky Barnes x platonic!reader

Warning: If you squint a bit, there’s a little angst. 

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Drawing of baby Steve and Rogers : Drawing 1, Drawing 2, Drawing 3

It's been a long time for Steve and Bucky to cry, even for crying their heart out to release all their feelings through tears. 

“Waaaaa!”

“Aah…Ahh!”

The rest of the Avengers rubbed their eyes. They couldn't believe the strongest soldiers standing tall before, were shorter than them.

Steve and Bucky have turned into babies. They were standing too close to Tony and Bruce's new invention. 

The high IQ bros try to copy the Pym-particles to shrink and increase an object.

"What kind of machine is that, Tony?!" Natasha pushed Tony away while he was still in shock. 

"I'm trying to make a quantum machine like Ant-man. Look, it works!!! The box got small.” Tony pointed at the test object.

"Yeah, it’s obvious the zone needs to get fixed." Natasha carried Bucky to her arm. At the same time, Steve was taken by Clint. Steve wants to push Clint away because he stinks. 

Bucky did the same towards Natasha; her perfume was too strong. Natasha couldn't help it since she just returned from her mission, and Clint was training when Tony called him.

Tony shook his head. "If Steve and Bucky didn't stand near the test object, they wouldn't get transformed." 

Natasha wants to punch him. "You..!!"

All the adults are pointing at each other. At the same time, Steve and Bucky were confused. Since they're shorter than everyone and the mood in the room doesn't feel good, it makes them uncomfortable.

"Uuh…"

All of them stop arguing because they suddenly hear a sobbing voice.

"Hey, guys? Is everything alright?" You were preparing to go out since today is your day off. Before putting on sunscreen, F.R.I.D.A.Y informed you that something happened at the lab.

Nobody answered you, but from their face, you could say they were nervous.

Then you saw that Natasha and Clint have a baby in their arms. 

"Ooh, so cute. Clint, you have a twin? Congrats." You know Clint is a family man, but it’s new for him to bring his kids to the headquarters. 

Clint chuckled. "Y/N, you don't recognise him?"

"Huh?" 

After he said that, you did notice something that felt familiar, but you can tell what it was. Blond hair, blue eyes, straight nose. Then you turn to Natasha. The baby has black hair and vibranium arms. 

You gasped, “Oh my god!”

"Yaa! Yaa!" Steve stretched his short arms towards you. Clint gently put Steve on your arm. 

“Why did you give him to me?” You nervously hold Steve. Even though he’s a baby now, he is still your boss. You turned to Tony. "You better fix this!!"

"On it."

Bucky saw Steve get carried by you. And he wants it, too. "Ahh…" He pulled Natasha's shirt and pointed at you. 

"Even in baby form, you can't be separated from your best friend?"

After everyone stops panicking, Tony wears his Iron suit and buys kid's clothes; perhaps he wants to run away. Bruce is fixing the machine, Clint went home to get toys for Steve and Bucky, and Natasha is helping you. 

But you know Natasha just returned after a 3-month mission, and from her eyes, you could see she's damn tired. So you told her to rest. 

In the end, there are two babies in your arms. You learn that Steve and Bucky are two years old and can walk alone. 

You put them on the couch while you went to the fridge to make warm milk for them. You're not nervous taking care of little kids since you always cared for nieces and nephews before being accepted as a SHIELD agent.

But you’re nervous since you have a little crush towards your idols. 

You're relieved to see milk inside the fridge. When you turn around to search for a pan, you're shocked not to see the two babies on the sofa.

Where are they?

Then you feel someone is watching you. You looked and saw Steve and Bucky looking at you. 

You lean down and speak softly towards them, "I'm making warm milk for you both. Do you want some?"

Steve and Bucky nodded at the same time. With their fluffy cheeks and small body-like dumplings, you wouldn't believe they're the same boss who is deadly and righteous at the same time. You patted their head gently. 

When the milk has warmed up, you give it to both. Steve and Bucky drink the warm milk. They widened their eyes when they tasted it. It's delicious. 

In their eyes, you're the person they could look up to. You never raised your voice, and you gave them a delicious drink. 

Is this what it feels like to have a big sister? 

After 30 minutes, Tony returned with shopping bags from the kid's store. 

"Give me the clothes. It needs to be cleaned first before they wear it." You received the bag from Tony. You look inside the bag and see there are pyjamas too. 

"I'm going to the laundry room. Could you watch them for a while?"

"Sure."

Steve and Bucky didn't want to be left alone with Tony. Their short legs immediately run after you. Then, each of them hugs each of your legs.

Your body froze. You looked down at the little boys who held your legs, their two big eyes looking at you intensely. 

You knew they didn't want to be left alone at this moment. "Umm, Tony, could you do the dirty laundry instead?"

Tony nodded his head. "Yup, the message is clear: both hate me." 

Since then, both Steve and Bucky have followed you everywhere. They helped you when you made lunch. They wash all the veggies. 

You chuckled, even though they turn into kids, they are always helping. 

But no matter what, they're just a kid who needs attention. You learned that when eating together with them. 

When you help to feed Bucky because of his metal arm, it doesn't seem like he can control his body. 

Steve doesn't like to see Bucky get all your attention. He starts to make a noise and drops his spoon. "Ah..ahhh..."

Because of that, you feed them in turns. 

And before they go to sleep, you want to read a bedtime story. You thought this would be easy since they didn't take a nap. 

You were wrong. First, it was Steve's book choice; then, it was Bucky's. You should've said only one story but couldn't say no to them.

When they fell asleep, you slowly went out of the room. Finally, you could breathe. Even though you like kids, it takes time and energy. 

But at least because of this, your secret crush towards your bosses is gone. Like 50% gone. 

Before you join the Avengers, your HR has told you to keep everything professional. It's impossible not to like Captain America and The Winter Soldier.

At first, you saw them cute. But because their crying and whining hurt your eardrum, it shattered their perfect image in your brain. 

You don't think you could wait for another day. You could handle terrorists, pirates, and aliens, but not kids. You wish Tony and Bruce could finish the machine quickly.

It took three days to fix the machine. When Steve and Bucky return to their old self, they fall asleep to get checked first. After two hours, they finally woke up and searched for you. 

"Ooh, you're looking for Y/N? I gave her a week off after caring for both of you."

Yes, you do. When Bruce said the machine worked fine without side effects, you immediately left the building and went to a bar. 

At the bar, you gulped the second glass of beer. You sighed heavily since you realised you needed the strongest alcohol to erase the image from your mind of baby Steve Rogers and baby Bucky Barnes when they're crying, nagging and pulling your hair. 

Their perfect image in your mind has been destroyed.

Drawing of baby Steve and Rogers : Drawing 1, Drawing 2, Drawing 3

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Epic Stucky Fic Rec | February, March & April 2023

I'm alive! 😅 I started making a fic rec for February and March in the beginning of April and then I completely forgot about it... and then by the time I remembered, April was almost done so I figured I'd wait 😆

Should I make a new banner? yes. Will I? Maybe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Captain Orgy 69 @ gmail.com by Gfawkes/ @gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes (Evanstan RPF, Friends to Lovers | 12K | Explicit): Or, Chris and Sebastian finally star in that rom-com they've been talking about.

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5 Times Bucky Styled His Hair + 1 Time Steve Did It For Him by lavenderbucky (Post-WS | 8K | Teen): Steve is so happy to have Bucky back. His best friend is a little different to how he was in the 40s, but in some ways he's the exact same. But even if Bucky is his favourite person in the world, and even if Steve thinks his hair is really, really pretty, Steve's feelings for him are completely platonic. Right? Or: a love story, told through Bucky's hair.

WIP

💙 This is (not) a Ghost Story [COMIC] by PottersPink/ @potterspink​ (Post-WS | 11/31 | General): Steve moves into a haunted house. Well — everyone else is convinced it’s haunted, anyways.

Countermoves by cable-knit-sweater (cable_knit_sweater) (Evanstan RPF, CATFA | 11K | Explicit): Sebastian knows about Chris Evans, has to take his shot when he sees him. Chris doesn’t have a clue who Sebastian is, aside from being a pretty guy he meets in a club. The attraction is instant, and Sebastian takes Chris home, with a little detour or two. Chris thinks it’s just a one-night stand he’ll be thinking about for a long time, cursing himself for not getting the guy’s number. Until a couple of months later, he has the first table read for Captain America: The First Avenger, and he meets him again.

💙 Whip Crack by Quarra/ @quarra (Canon Divergent, Tentacle Monster Steve | 15/? | 119K | Explicit): Tentacle Monster Steve is captured by Hydra. They send in the Winter Soldier with a bull whip to break him, but as far as Steve’s concerned the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen walked in to his cell and started waving a sexy black tentacle at him. It’s love at first sight.

💙 hey now, you’re an all star (get your game on, go play) by buckyismybicycle/ @buckyismybicycle (NHL Hockey AU | 20/? | 63K | Explicit): Boston Bruins trade notorious party animal/human disaster Bucky Barnes to the Dallas Stars, and captain Steve Rogers is not impressed when Fury puts him on babysitting duties. But, as he gets to know Bucky - really gets to know Bucky - he wonders if maybe the media has got it all wrong - very, very wrong.

Re-Read

💙 Latte Art and Slow Dancing in the Dark by deadonarrival (Modern AU with powers, Daddy kink | 89K | Explicit): Bucky is a somewhat well-adjusted former army sniper that got his shoulder blown out. He took his discharge and went home to finish school. His best friends and roommates (Nat & Clint) are CIA agents and tip him off that their local Sbux is hiring. He gets a job there and meets none other than the hottest guy on earth. So how does one get a date in the most top secret government location in the US? What happens when that guy is more than just a hot dorito and wants to give Bucky everything he wants? 

Now! That’s What I Call 90’s Slow Jams by deadonarrival (Modern AU | 11K | Mature): Steve goes home for the wedding of Becca Barnes and while he’s there he runs into his old crush. Her brother. Except now they are both hot as shit. Oh no whatever will happen.

Brooklyn by togina/ @toli-a​ (Post-WS | 8,7K | Teen): "Captain America, what’s your stance on gay marriage?“ Everyone knows that, by now. Everyone but Bucky.

#stucky #stucky fanfic #stucky fic #stucky fanfiction #stucky fic rec #weekly recap #evanstan

[vivalski]

People wondering about Drunk Steve and honestly I think Steve’s such a Mom™️ and, also;

“A cosmopolitan? Really dingus?”

Steve, sips his cosmo, dressed to the nines because when he goes out drinking and actually wants to drink he’s got to gussy up because that’s what happens when you are, as the Reba theme song goes; 🎵 A single mom who works too hard, who loves her kids and never stops 🎶 so any occasion to go out that doesn’t involve snacks and token money must not be taken for granted.

“You guys laugh it up and drink your swill.”

“Man, you look like a waspy mom or like a Sex and The City mom, you know, trying to figure out which character you are. Cosmos are for old ladies.”

“Yeah man you’re a Charlotte. Charlotte’s not even the cool one!” Robin says, surprisingly.

Nancy tilts her head.

“It’s weird that you can accurately categorize Steve as Charlotte. Didn’t know you were a fan.”

“Oh is that the tight assed yuppie one? Cuz it fits!” Eddie and Robin stare at Steve and laugh.

Nancy giggles.

“One,” Steve puts down his fancy glass and glares at the three. “I am proudly a Charlotte. She’s a solid somewhat neurotic character who knows what she wants and goes for it despite the romantic foibles. She got Harry. We should all be so lucky to have Harry. And two,” he points at them, listing their drinking faults on by one.

“You,” Points to Robin with a sneer. “Drink shit vodka out of the plastic bottle, two chugs and your so drunk you scream profanities in the night and keep trying to get us to dare you to kiss Nancy.”

Robin blushes, puts down her glass of clear vodka.

“Yeah,” Nancy looks at Robin confusedly. “Whats up with that?”

“You!” Points to Nancy, she jumps. “Actually like Goldschlager and commit crimes like a feral mongoose and lord forbid you stop at that felony because, no, you’re constant mooning and flashing people of authority. Hopper still can’t look you in the eye after the sheriff’s station incident.”

Nancy blushes, glares and pushes her tall glass to the side. It glimmers in the light.

Eddie giggles, actually giggles at her.

“I still can’t believe you photocopied your ass and left a stack in a folder on his desk.”

“She labeled them important.” Robin grins. “And stole all the illicit evidence.”

“So. Much. Weed.” Eddie grins.

“And handcuffs!”

Steve takes another sip, and then pokes Eddie hard in the chest.

“And. You.”

“And…me?” Eddie points to himself.

“You hit on me constantly, Eddie.”

“I really do.” Agrees, unashamed.

“You try to take off your clothes.”

“I get hot when I’m drunk.” Shrugs.

“You ordered $500 worth of pizza and wings to be delivered to Carver‘s house. With his parents credit card information which you somehow have.”

“Totally guilty.” Nods.

“And that’s not counting the time before that, when you got drunk and you paid two lesbian hookers to show up at his house to perform on each other in front of his mother’s dinner party. And they were paid to also say that Jason was the one who paid them and scheduled this private showing!”

“You know he’s in an all boys Catholic school because of me, right?” Says proudly.

“And the worst part about all of this, because I could excuse it all if you were drinking some sort of crazy hard obscure liquor but it’s not even that. You get White Claw drunk like some white sorority girl on spring break. What the hell is that?”

“…”

Nancy and Robin sip there drinks at the awkward silence.

“I’m not apologizing.”

Turns out Steve is a judgmental drunk. Or buzzed.

Just a bunch of silly goofballs, I adore them.

Thank you so much for this, you made my day ;o;

#I need to continue the drunk series damn #I wish I understood the Sex and the city refs tho #never watched it #fruity four #steddie #ronance

[love-toxin]

this may seem outlandish.. foolish, even… but i bring you, as an offering, the concept of SCARYASS SUB YANDERES!?!?!?! i’ve had this idea in my mind for sooo long and my god it’s been driving me insane. i think it works well just because of the inherent obsessive, frightening nature of yans in the first place? it’s scary, the way they’d do anything for you. kill people for you, abandon everything they know for you, die for you. it’s terrifying. and sooo fucking hot.

specifically eddie and steve…. my god. My God. they’re both just drooling over you, and grovelling for even an ounce of your attention. whimpering and begging by your feet like dogs… its food for thought, eh?  

at first you’re scared of them. they’re always lurking somewhere, far away that they think they won’t be noticed, but they are. you know they’re there. creeping around the bushes, just out of the corner of your eye. they’re always there. changing their schedule when they don’t have any classes with you. they’re a permanent pest that’re always ogling over you. nasty ass stalkers <3. it’s even worse when you notice them beginning to team up. it was bad enough when it was just one of them cornering you, eddie offering you a spot in hellfire every day after class and steve flirting with you every chance he gets or when you stop by the family video store. but both of them? absolute menaces. 

the king and freak of hawkins?  a surprising duo! it’s unheard of. nobody would’ve ever thought of it. nobody would even believe you, and nobody does. and they have their eyes on you. watching you, following you, bothering you, and you’re just so scared. they won’t leave you alone, and nobody seems to believe you, either. they’re just so big, and you’re so small. steve’s always been strong, you know that, and you’ve seen it too. playing on the sports team, roughing around and fighting constantly, you know what he can do. and just because eddie’s thin doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have height. he’s so fucking tall. and not to mention his reputation? even before the whole chrissy incident, he’s had a reputation of being a monster with connections outside of the school. (it’s only reefer rick, but he’s not gonna tell anybody that.)

you try your best to avoid the two of them, but you can’t. not anymore, at least. one of them is always shepherding you into the other. eddie padding behind you after school, and steve always so conveniently positioned. and one day, eddie’s hounding you after school. he’s not stopping either, chatting you’re ear off. you’re not even talking back, just trying to get away from him. schoolbooks clasped tight to your chest, looking at the ground, and he’s just bouncing behind you. you don’t even realize where, and it’s dark out now, how long have you been out? 

you’re immediately snapped out of your thoughts when you hear steve. eddie’s laughing, of course he is, and steve’s cooing at you. you back up, but there’s nowhere else to go. let’s say you’re in the woods, right where eddie does all of his deals, and you have nowhere else to go. you’re trapped in between the both of them, their eyes dilated to the max, and you’re about to cry. 

they’re going to kill you. that’s your only thought, and you start to sob. you close your eyes and wait for something to happen but… nothing does? they back up and give you space. steve’s freaking out, instincts kicking in from having to watch the kids for years, and eddie’s the same, if not worse. 

they’re… pampering you. it’s weird. eddie’s on his knees, grasping at your hand and kissing at your hand trying to make you feel better- to fix his wrongs. steve’s rapidly shooting out questions, “are you okay?” “what’s wrong?” “who hurt you?”

and honestly… you kind of like it. both of the two biggest, baddest guys in hawkins reduced to simpering little idiots? it's a nice change.

Holy shit this is long as fuck. apolocheese.

A-ANON, ANON!!!!!!! YOU......YOUR BRAIN........SUB YANDERE STEDDIE + ANGELFACE.....IM ON MY KNEES.....

ok. breaking this down. the individual stalking aspect: fucking gold. you have both men constantly in your peripheral, Eddie and Steve both fighting for as much time as they can possibly spend with you, and being absolutely nasty stalkers in the process. coming home after a long day of avoiding them both and finding your drawers raided, your cassettes out of order with a couple missing, maybe even your sheets wrinkled and smelling a bit of sweat like someone's been laying in your bed.

maybe one day you walk through the halls at school one day and see Eddie with a bloodied nose, Steve with bruises around his neck and his wrists, and the two guys who usually don't even acknowledge each other are glaring daggers at each other the whole day. but when the marks fade and heal, you start seeing them get a little closer....and they often do so while watching you. when they start sharing those smarmy grins and whispering to each other as they pass by the other in the hallways, that's when you start to really worry.

and you're right, nobody will believe you. the only noticeable change is Steve flirting with you whenever he sees you at school or when you're at the video store, and you should consider yourself lucky. why don't you just go out with him? give the poor guy a chance at least, since he's so nice to you? but the people telling you that don't know how invasive he is, they don't know that you've spotted him hanging around your house late at night and seen him glare down anyone who talks to you. and they don't know that when he leans in close to whisper into your ear, the dirtiest things come out of his mouth that only you can hear. "I just wanna rip that little top off you" and "wish I could fuck you over this counter, sweetheart" and "meet me in the back and I'll make you fall in love", things that make you scurry away from him as fast and as soon as you can manage, leaving him shaking his head and smirking at the back of your head because you're so, so cute when you're playing hard to get. but obviously he needs to be a little more direct.

Eddie, at least, is slightly more believable. but he's much, much sneakier, and way more subtle about his advances than Steve. he's more of a menace--always on your heels every perceivable second of the day, running you ragged with questions and mindless chatter that you never can seem to get away from. and it's not just talk, either--he's always using his stature against you, boxing you against your locker or the picnic table out by the woods, drawing his lips close to yours like he's gonna force a kiss out of you, only to breathe softly against them as he asks you again if you'll join Hellfire. don't you wanna spend some more time with him? he'll even give you a private lesson on D&D, just for you, the cutest student in the whole school. you have to push on his chest to get him to even lean back, before you duck out of his reach and dash away, and he's too giddy from having you touch him to even worry about you getting away and telling someone he was being a creep.

and when he gets you back in the woods after school, corraling you like a little lamb towards the jaws of the wolf, Eddie can't help but have a spring in his step. he can't wait for this one.

when you see Steve waiting there by the trees, leaning against the trunk of one, you immediately back up. but you come to a stop when you hit Eddie's chest, and with a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure he's not gonna get out of the way, you turn your gaze back to see Steve approaching you and fear starts knocking your knees. Eddie holds your shoulders from behind to keep you from running, and when Steve gets close enough to lean down real close to your face, his hand on your chin, the tears spill out of you and you hiccup those choked-up words: "please don't kill me..."

the air changes almost immediately. Steve shakes his head like he can't believe you just said that, his eyes soften, and a "never, baby" escapes him. meanwhile, Eddie turns you around by the shoulders so you're facing him instead, and drops to his knees so he's tilting his head all the way back to look up at you. he grabs your wrist in a strong hand, and pulls your arm closer--and he nuzzles your palm with his face, kissing along each knuckle and all five fingertips while his other hand is braced on your thigh. Steve wraps his arms around your midsection from behind, and coos those sweet words in a reassuring tone "are you okay? did someone hurt you? sweet thing, don't have to be scared of me, okay?"

it shouldn't be so comforting, so satisfying to have them both whimpering for your approval, but it is. they'll do anything to pull that smile out of you, and as soon as they get one, they'll both relax and get even cuddlier in your presence. even though they're the ones who scared you in the first place, and they're the ones who have such an unhealthy attachment to you....but you've been suffering under their thumb for so long, would it be so bad if you took a little bit back from them? torture them a little to get what you want? that seems like more than a fair exchange for the hell they've put you through.

#yandere eddie munson #yandere steve harrington #yandere eddie munson x reader #yandere steve harrington x reader #yandere steddie x reader #eddie's angelface #steve x reader x eddie #st 4 #yandere stranger things #ellie writes #anons #under 1k

[justmeinadaze]

I'm In Control Part 21 (Steddie X You)

A/N: No real notes today :) Just hope y'all enjoy <3

Warnings: Daddy Steve and Sir Eddie and all that that implies. (I regret nothing!), An ex appears making the reader jealous and act out (more so just being a brat). Matthew comes to visit! (Yay!). These two siblings casually talk about their trauma and how the reader feels she isn't good enough for them (mentioned in last chapter), Smut for sure with slapping and spanks. Blindfolds and ice play. I believe that's it.

Word Count: 5061

“How do you not know where she is?”

“TJ, we aren’t her keeper. She said she had an errand to run but didn’t elaborate. It’s still her lunch hour. Calm down.”

Your boss glares at Steve. “Mr. Harrington, did you just tell me to calm down?”

“Depends. Did you like it?” The man winks cheekily at TJ as they both laugh. 

The door to your office opens and you lean against the doorway adorning a huge grin. 

“Where have you been, Y/N?”

“I had to pick something up.”

“’Ello, boys.” Matthew’s tall frame appears behind you as he waves. 

“Hey, man!” The boys get up to greet him as your brother smiles, pulling them in for a hug. 

“TJ and Avery, this is my little brother, Matthew.”

“Jesus. Another good-looking kid to make me feel old.” Your boss rises to shake his hand. “Now, you’re not like the other Y/L/N’s, right?”

“That is correct. Sex feels good, porn is alright, tattoos are cool, and churches scare me.” He chuckles as you lean back against him. “I also love my sister as is, you slut.”

“I love you to, heathen.”

“Hey, you should come with us to the club tonight. We’re all going together finally.”, Avery beams as Matthew nods.

“I actually have to drop off these two on a set but they will be coming by after. Speaking of, Eddie and Steve, we should probably go.”

##############

“Hey Derek.”, you grin at the director as he beams over at you.

“Hey mama! How are you?”

“I’m good. I brought your talent.” You gesture towards the guys who smile back at him.

“Great! Now, we had a slight mix up. Well, not really a mix up. The young lady you guys were going to be working with got sick so I had to reach out to a nearby agency to get a new actress.”

A gorgeous woman with a plethora of tattoos, mostly on her arms and legs, sauntered from down a nearby hallway. Her skin looked incredibly smooth and her long blond hair sat perfectly on her shoulders. Her smile glowed but there was something off about it that you couldn’t put your finger on. 

A breathy fuck came from your side and her eyes widened as she focused on theirs. You knew actors in this industry and honestly this girl in front of you was a fairly good one. She may have seemed shocked to see them but you saw the faint smirk twitch on her lips at their stunned expressions. 

“Guys this is—”

“Cassie Leigh.”, Eddie finished. 

“Oh shit. I’m, uh, I’ll just be in the car.” Matthew slowly backed away and exited the front door. 

You exhaled heavily as you turned to face them. “Oh? How do you guys know each other? Work?”

“Hey Derek, can we have a moment alone?” The director nodded at Steve as he went to check the cameras. “What are you doing here, Cassandra? Thought you moved back home.”

“I did but, you know, I saw your new show online and it just…motivated me to come back and try again. The industry I mean, not you two.”, she giggled.

“Yet you find yourself here on set with them. How odd.”, you smile at her as you turn your sarcasm to them. “So not just work then?”

“We had a relationship with her when we first moved down here.”, Eddie answers as his eyes finally meet yours. “More of an…arrangement.”

“I guess you could call it that especially since relationships weren’t really your thing.”

“How would you know? You left so quickly there wouldn’t have been time for one to evolve.”

“Oooo ‘evolve’. That’s a big word for you, Daddy.” 

Steve glares at her, stepping forward before you place your hand on his chest to stop him. 

“Haven’t changed at all have you, Cass?” Eddie’s tone is full of agitation. 

“Hm. Never seemed to bother you two.”

“Hey, Y/N. We’re ready. Is there a problem?” Derek asks from across the room. 

A sarcastic laugh escapes your lips as you push past them towards the door. 

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey.” Steve grabs your arm turning you back around. 

“I’ve got to say you two continue to fascinate me. I mean, I get why you would have a relationship…I mean ARRANGEMENT. My fault. I get why you would have an ARRANGEMENT with her. She’s a beautiful young woman but she doesn’t really seem like the submissive type.”

“Neither did you.”

You glare at Eddie as you pull yourself out of Steve’s grasp. “I imagine the sex was mind blowing which if your agreement with her was anything like ours then I get why she’s here.”

“Y/N, we aren’t in an agreement. We are in a relationship.” Steve was trying extremely hard to control his temper. “You can’t be jealous.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Harrington? Did I just hear you tell me how I’m not allowed to feel? You know what? You’re right. I can’t be jealous. This is just work, right? Go head. Fuck her all over the house for all I fucking care.”

You storm out as you stomp towards the car. Again, Steve’s hand reaches for you and spins you to face him. 

“The fact that you think we would, work or not, is very frustrating, Y/N. This isn’t work for her. They would have told her she would be partnering with us. She knew we’d be here.”

“I’m not fucking stupid, Steven.”

His face twitched at the name as his head tilted to the side. “Then why are you being a fucking brat right now?”

You both stared each other down until you felt someone standing behind you and gently but firmly reached for the man’s wrist. “Ok. I know everyone is a bit amped up but Steve I’m going to need you to let go of her now, ok?” Matthew’s voice matched his movement, ready to defend you if he needed to. 

Steve’s angry eyes flicked to your brother before letting you go who gently pushed you towards the passenger seat before coming back around to glance at them. 

“Do what you need to do but give her some space. If you come at her right now when you’re all like this she will shut down.”

#############

“Talk to me, Y/N!” Matthew shouted over the music of the club as you chugged back the martini in your hand, gesturing for the waiter to bring you another.

“I don’t want to! Just let me drink and be angry, okay?!”

“Okay but why are you angry?! It’s just work right?!”

There’s a lull in the music as you turn to sullenly look at him. “Yeah but—”

“She’s their ex.”

“It’s not even that but…”

“But what?”

A heavy bass fills the room before you can answer. You reach for his hand and bring him to a patio that’s outside, allowing him to reach in his pocket and light a cigarette. 

“I got incredibly sick last week and in my haze I told them I’m always worried they can do better.”

“Y/N…”

“I know. We talked about it and I believe them when they say they love me. That I’m the only one for them but then I saw that girl…she’s not like me.”

“Probably one of the many reasons they love you. Y/N, there is a reason they aren’t with this girl anymore. Also don’t forget, you met her for like, what… 5 minutes? You don’t know the whole story. You’re just letting our parents get in your brain again.”

You nod at his observation. “Matthew… our parents disowned me because I’m not perfect. What if—”

“No ma’am. Don’t even go there. Our parents disowned US because of their ignorance. Honey, being human means you’ll never be perfect but you’re perfect for them.”

You smile as you wrap your arms around him. “Thank you for being you.” He grins as he kisses the top of your head.  “I’m going to go grab another drink. I’ll be right back.”

As soon as you disappear, Eddie and Steve find Matthew outside. 

“Hey, man. Where is she?”, the metalhead asks. 

“She went to go grab another drink.” They nod at him as they take a sip from the glasses in their hands. “She told me you asked her to move in with you guys.” Steve meets his gaze as he nods again. “She also told me what happened at the wedding you guys went to before your impromptu trip to Indiana.”

Matthew squishes his cigarette in a nearby ashtray. “I like you guys a lot but I’m warning you now. Something like that is a big step for her and if you hurt her again like you guys did before…I will kill you.” He grins at them as he pats Eddie’s shoulder. “And I don’t mean that in like a sarcastic way. She’s been through enough.”

They glance at each other, knowing he means what he’s saying. After following him back into the club, they find you dancing and smiling with Avery. Your brother chuckles as he watches you have fun. “You never would have guessed we grew up in an uber religious house!” The boys laugh along with him as he nudges Steve with his elbow. “And not just because of the dancing, Daddy!”

Their eyes widen as they turn to face him making Matthew laugh harder. “She has bruises on her wrist and arms that look like fingerprints! My sister didn’t want to tell me at first but when I told her they look like the same kind of marks girls leave my bedroom with…! It’s kind of funny! In bed I always like to be control! I assumed it was because we never had any growing up!”

The music dies down again and you giggle as you wrap your arms around your client, heading back towards your brother. 

“You would think she would be the same but I guess not.”

“Maybe it’s because after she left your parent’s house, she had to learn how to handle things by herself. That can be exhausting.” Matthew raises his eyebrow inquisitively as he gives his full attention to Eddie. “Especially when you feel like… it will all fall apart if you don’t have everything together.”

“What she doesn’t realize though is”, Steve continues. “She has way more control in and out of the bedroom than she thinks she does. Y/N has us wrapped around her finger.”

“Hey! You guys came.”, Avery clapped excitedly. “How was your shoot?”

The men across from you watched as your eyes fall to the floor. 

“We wouldn’t know. We left right after Y/N did.”

“Oh? What took you so long to get here then?”, you ask. 

Their eyes shift to Avery before turning to your brother. 

“Hey Av. I’m sick of these whiskey whatevers. Take me to the bar and order me the best drink on the menu. My sister says you come here a lot so I trust your judgement.”

Your client grins as Matthew extends his elbow to him and the boy loops his arm through as they head to the counter. 

“We had a conversation with Cass about this stunt she pulled. She won’t be doing it again.”

Your eyes flicked to Steve before looking down at the contents of your glass. “Yeah, because she seems extremely trustworthy…Why…why haven’t you guys mentioned her before? Or at least told me someone you dated was in the industry so I could look out for you guys.”

They frustratingly sigh, looking around the club before Steve heads down a hallway and Eddie takes your hand to follow. After turning into a nearby open door and locking it, they marvel at the room you three find yourself in. 

It’s small with couches along the mirror lined walls. In the middle, a stripper pole welcomes anyone to use with a stereo in the corner for ambiance. 

“Did…did we just walk into one of our movies?” Eddie’s eyes scan the room and you can’t help but laugh. 

“I mean, the club is called Fantasy.”

Steve hastily guides you to one of the sofas, throwing you both down as he takes your hands in his. “Y/N, I swear we didn’t purposely hide her from you or anything like that. We thought Cassie was back in New York.” Your brows furrow together as Eddie throws himself down next to you. 

“We met her on set a little after we moved here and had our little arrangement for about two months. She was the first person we tried it with and she was all for it. The last time we saw her she was spending the night at our place and the next morning she was gone. Left a note and everything.”

“Actually, a note would have been better. She placed a sticky note on Eddie’s phone that said something like ‘I can’t do this anymore. I’m going home.’ When we called her agency, they said she had flown back home to New York.”

“Did you have feelings for her?”

“Not like we do for you.”

You roll your eyes at Steve’s answer. “I’m not a child. Just answer my question and DON’T tell me it doesn’t matter!”, you turn to warn Eddie.

“It doesn’t! Do you know why? Because she left without so much as a fucking goodbye.”

“Like we were trash.” You sighed at Steve’s comment as his eyes squint in your direction. “Y/N, she’s not nor will she ever be better than you in anyway way shape or form.”

“Is that why your jealous? Jesus Christ.”, Eddie whines in annoyance. “That little snippet you witnessed? Not new for her. She could be aggressively bratty and not in a fun way.”

“Why did you stay with her then? I mean why did you even bother?”

“Because the sex was good.”, Steve cringed as he looked at you. “It was. Again, not as good as—”

“Okay, Mr. Harrington. Calm down. I don’t need you to keep stroking my ego.”, you interrupt with a small smile. 

“I’m sure you understand with your own experiences. Not that I need my ego stroked but…”, he grins. Your smile grows as you look down at your hands. “Whoa, what was that?”

“What was what?”

“Wow, Munson. Look at her face. Did all your past sexual encounters suck?”

“So, a stripper pole in the middle of the room, huh? That’s so cliché.” As you start to slide off the couch, two strong hands grip your biceps and pull you back. They both beam down at you with big, amused yet admiration filled eyes. “I did say you had way more sexual experience than me.”

“Yeah but, I mean, had you ever even cum before?”

“I thought I had. I really did! Until I got in this business. Then I thought I was doing something wrong because I couldn’t…get there. Then…”, your eyes squeeze shut as you gesture your head towards Eddie.

“Oh, this is too good.”, the metalhead chuckles. “Talk about stroking the ego. Your first orgasm EVER was because of my fingers WHILE watching Steve get his shitty blow job.” You both make a face at him as he laughs harder. “Well, you’re welcome.”

The door to the room abruptly opens as a bouncer flies in. “Guys, these rooms aren’t ready yet. You have to get out. Come on now! Now!”

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“I will be coming back. Jesus, you always hug me like I’m going away forever.”

“It feels like it.”, you wrap your arms around your brother tighter as he chuckles. 

Matthew points at the guys behind you. “Remember what I said, yeah?” They nod as he unhooks your arms from around his waist to look down at your face. “You to. Don’t let our parents live rent free in there, okay?” He points to your temple as you smile and respond with a tiny ok.

After revving his bike a few times, he delivers you one final wave before speeding off and disappearing over the hill. 

“Are you ok?”, Steve asks as he hugs you from behind. When you nod, he suddenly lifts you in the air and throws you over his shoulder. “Good. Then the punishment can begin.”

“Daddy!”, you giggle as he carries you back inside. “What are you talking about?! I didn’t do anything!”

“Oh, really? I specifically remember you being a brat yesterday and then the cherry on top was you calling me Steven.”

“Fuck. But I apologized!”

He reached up and smacked your ass before flinging you onto the mattress. “Watch your mouth. So, Ed, what we thinking?” The man places his hands on his hips as he looks to his friend. “Do you want to do it?”

You watch them with eager eyes as they whisper to each other. Eddie grins as Steve leaves the room and removes his pants before falling on to the bed with his bare back to the headboard. “Come here, princess.” He pats the space between his legs and you kiss his cheek as you place yourself where he wants you. 

The other man returns with a bowl but before you can peek at what’s inside the metalhead grips your chin, forcing you to look ahead. “Eyes forward.”

“Yes, Sir.” 

His lips tenderly kiss the back of your head as he lifts your shirt and tosses it to the floor. “Do you want your hair up or down?”

“Oh, um. I don’t know, Sir. I don’t know what’s happening. What do you think?”

The boy glances at Steve who shrugs. “You can just keep it out of her face with your hand if you need to. Can you hold it up for me though while I put this on her?”

On instinct, you move your head to look towards him to see what they are putting on you but Eddie immediately pulls your chin, forcing your face forward. “If you move your head again, you won’t like the punishment that follows. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

He loosens his grip as he holds your hair up in a makeshift ponytail. Something soft and velvet blinds you as they place it over your eyes.

“How’s that, honey? Can you see anything? Be honest.”

“No, Daddy. It feels really nice actually. Can I adjust it a little bit?” When he gives you permission, you reach up tug it down a bit more so it’s fully and comfortably resting on your face. 

When lips gently meet yours, a little gasp escapes you. “Whoa.” You reach out with your hand to caress Steve’s face. “It’s so weird but in a good way. You…taste different. Stronger.” You feel his smile spread across his lips before reaching behind you blindly to find Eddie. “Can…Can I—”

His palm reaches for your cheek and guides your mouth to his own. You instantly taste nicotine but also the lingering savoriness that makes up the man you love amplified to an intoxicating degree. 

“Ok. Hey, hey now. This is supposed to be a punishment.” Steve grabs your jaw and turns you away from the other man as you both try and catch your breath. “You got her, Munson?”, he chuckles. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I got her. Fuck me.” Eddie’s arms looped around yours, bringing them behind your back as his heels slide over your ankles to hold them down. 

“Alright, little one. The rules of this punishment are simple. Don’t make any noise or say a word. If you do…?” While Steve was speaking, the metalhead had shifted so your wrists were held with one hand as his other came back around to the front of your body. When his friend paused, his palm came down hard on your inner thigh. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”

“What do you think, bud? I’m thinking 15 min of silence.”

“Sounds good to me. Start over every time she fails.”

“Every time I fail. You both are so cocky, I swear.”, you giggle until you feel Eddie’s chest lean away from you and a firm hand slaps your cheek.

“You’re already failing, little girl.”, Steve whispers. 

It feels like an eternity before any movement is made. The pads of the man’s fingers glide lightly along your legs and up your thighs, stopping right before he reaches you sex and repeating his actions. 

“Now I know what you’re thinking, babe. This is punishment for the way you behaved at the shoot but it’s not.” The bed dipped in front of you and you bit your lip as you felt him trace along your tummy. His fingers trailed back down and you whined when his fingers skipped your pussy again. 

A hand came down to slap your thigh and Steve chuckled. “I guess we’re starting over.”

He began caressing your skin again, purposely avoiding all the sensitive areas you wanted him to touch so desperately. “You are being punished because you, little one, don’t value yourself like you should.”

Steve’s hand rested on your cheek as you turned your head to press into it. His thumb pulled at your bottom lip and you silently kissed it, hearing him let out a small sigh of pleasure. “Honey, we love you so much. There is no other woman we would rather be with than you.” Tugging his palm away, he gradually slides down your body and you jump when his thumb pressed against your clit.

“You don’t need us to tell you how amazing you are and you shouldn’t allow bitches like Cassie Leigh or your bigoted parents make you feel less than.” 

You tried to hold in your whine but he wasn’t moving his thumb fast or hard enough to get you where you needed to be. As soon as it left your mouth, Steve removed his hand and Eddie slapped between your legs making you cry out. 

You felt the atmosphere shift and heard the sound of something being moved. 

“Jesus fucking Christ!”, you shout as something cold and wet touches your calf.

That earned you two hard slaps on your thighs. “Watch. Your. Mouth.”, Eddie growled in your ear. You apologized and slowly came to realize that the cold, wet thing was ice. Your legs began to tremble as he brought the cube between your thighs. You so badly wanted him to touch you with it as your hips involuntarily started to grind. 

“Oh, honey. So needy. This is the furthest you’ve gotten so far. 10 minutes left. Do you think you can make it?”

He guided the ice to your nipple, startling you but you managed not to make a sound. 

“So beautiful, sweetheart.”

Switching to caress your other breast with the cube, Steve mouth enveloped your erect bud, swirling his tongue along your flesh. Your head fell back on Eddie’s shoulder as you stifled your moans. 

“You want to try, Eddie?” The metalhead slides out from behind you as the other man grips your wrists and places your hands against the headboard above you as you fall to your back. 

“I could handcuff you but I’m trusting you, okay? Do NOT move your hands from this spot.”

You nod, fearing that if you reply properly, they will restart the timer. “Good girl. I’m going to help keep that mouth quiet.”

Eddie reaches into the bowl on your nightstand and picks up where his friend left off while Steve places himself by your face and positions his cock by your mouth. “Open up, little miss.”

You do as your told and he hisses at the feeling as your lips wrap around him. His hand grips the side of your head, turning you so you can take more of his length as he does small thrusts with his hips. 

As Eddie brings the ice down your stomach, you feel his tongue trail after liquid and it takes every fiber of your being not to moan. 

“Good girl, baby. You’re doing so well. You have a couple more minutes. I’m, f-fuck, I’m gonna fuck that pretty little mouth, baby girl.”

While Steve picks up his pace, the metalhead rubs the cubed along your clit as he pushes two of his fingers into your entrance. The euphoria of feeling them finally touch you where you want is almost too much to handle and you know you want last long. You assume the ice in Eddie’s hand melts because the cold sensation is replaced by his warm tongue as he flicks at your nub. 

Steve’s watch beeps and he groans as he pulls his cock out of your mouth. 

“Sir, yes. Please, please, please! Daddy, can I cum?”

As soon as he gives you permission, your legs clamp around Eddie’s head as you stumble over the edge. He forcefully shoves your thighs against the mattress as his tongue rides you through it. 

Eddie climbs your body, hurling the mask off your eyes, and pushing your legs wider apart with his knees before guiding his cock into your entrance. His motions are slow at first, pumping himself into you as deep as he can, gradually picking up his pace. You glance at Steve who was still beside you on his elbow as he watched your face contort in ecstasy.

“Can I—mmm—can I move my…hands, Daddy?”

“Yes, you can.”

Eddie mewled as you palms wrapped him and your nails dragged down his back.

“Harder, Sir. Please.”

His body fell against yours as he placed his head to the other side of your own. “Like this, baby?” He clings to you as his hips slam into yours, your eyes rolling back. 

“Yes, Sir. Just like that. You feel so good.”

“Cum for me, princess. Please.” He whispers his last word so low you barely heard him, grunting as your pussy clenched around him. Eddie’s neck craned as he watched you come undone. “Good girl. That’s my sweet girl. Fuck.”

His hips faltered as he thrust his seed into your cunt. You tenderly ran your fingers through his hair as he panted against your neck. 

“You ready for Daddy, baby?”

You nod, shakily crawling to him as he rises on to his knees, wrapping his arms around you, and lifting you so your back was against his chest. 

Steve reached between you two, spitting into his hand as you moaned, feeling the tip of his hard cock press against you. 

“Fuck, Daddy.”, you whimpered as he guided himself into your ass.  

His fingers roughly pinched your cheeks, pushing your head back against his shoulder as he began pumping his hips. 

“Just because the punishment ended—mmm—doesn’t mean you can curse. You…you didn’t do that with him. What makes…you think you can get away with it…with me, little girl? Hm?”

“I’m…I’m sorry, Daddy.” Your hands clung to his arms that were encircled around your waist as he thrust into you harder.  

“Did his long, thick fingers and cock…make you fucking…fucking dumb?”

You cried out when you suddenly felt fingers between your legs, opening your eyes to see Eddie on his knees in front of you. His forehead fell on yours as he pushed two of his fingers inside of your entrance, matching Steve’s pace. 

The other man closed his eyes, panting at the sound of your moans. “Cum, honey. Please. You sound so fucking beautiful. I need to hear it.”

He presses you tightly to him and your body shakes as you cum, lips attaching to his as his tongue mingles with yours. Steve’s grunts hit your face as he leans his nose to your cheek, his own body trembling as he releases inside of you.

“Please…”, you beg as you push at Eddie’s hand. 

Steve grips your hips as he carefully lifts you off his lap before bringing you with him as he falls flat on the mattress on his side. The metalhead follows you both down, pushing some of your damp hair out of your face. 

As he starts to get up, you quickly reach out to grab his arm. “Wait…Wait. Not yet.”

Eddie smiles as lays back down beside you. “Are you okay?” You nod, placing your hand on his cheek. “Ah, Ah, Ah. This is what I was afraid of. Wake up, sweetheart.”, he tuts as your eyes start to close. 

A small, sleepy grin spreads along your face. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

Steve snorts behind you as he laughs making your grin stretch further along your face. 

“Such a pain in the ass. You’re lucky we love you.” Eddie kisses your forehead before heading towards the bathroom and turning on the shower. The other man groans as he rolls off the bed and lifts you into his arms, setting you down under the water. 

“Can I ask a question?”

“Yes, you can sit down.” 

“No, you goof.”, you playfully slap Eddie’s arm. “You guys said I’m the first girl you actually had a relationship with, right? So, you’ve never had a girl move in with you?”

Their actions slow as they listen, Steve freezing completely. “That’s right.”

“So, um, I know that when I sleepover or vice versa, we fall asleep together but at your house you both have your own room…”

The metalhead turns off the shower, drying himself before reaching for you and gently running the towel over your body. “Princess, you’re doing that thing again where you dance around the topic instead of asking what you actually want to ask.”

“I was just thinking… I mean…do you both need your own room?”

Steve throws on some boxers and reaches for a clean shirt to throw over your head. “I like falling asleep with you.”

“Me to.”, Eddie chimes in. “I was thinking…hypothetically… if you moved in with us, we could turn one of our rooms into like an office or something for you.”

“You do bring a lot of your work home. Not including us, of course.” 

You giggle as you climb back into bed and they follow, your eyes shifting back and forth between them. “Okay.”

“Okay like ‘good to know’ or okay like ‘I want to move in with you guys?’”, Steve asked in a nervous tone. 

“I’d like to move in. If…if you still want me to.”

“Fuck yes!”, Eddie shouts before clearing his throat. “I mean, yeah, of course we still want you to.”

“Matthew already threatened us to so you’re good to go.”

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[steveharringtons-lover]

I am such a freaking sucker for any content where the reader is dating Steve and they’re either related to Dustin or have a sibling-like relationship with him. I freaking swoon at how it seems to elevate Steve’s caring side and the whole “happy family” thing makes my heart go 💗 I love that dynamic and would take any fanfic with that as an established background.

I def prefer smut stories

Dustin’s Hot Older Sister

Steve Harrington x Female Reader (she/her)

Summary: One look at Steve and you can’t resist, thankfully he can’t either. God he wish he knew Dustin had a hot older sister earlier.

Warning: I’m so sorry this was supposed to be kinda fluffy, but it is not that at all. Unprotected sex, swearing.

A/N: I listened to Montell Fish’s new song hotel whilst writing this, it was supposed to be fluffy, I’m sorry anonymous but this is pure filth.

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“Who’s car is in the drive?” Steve asked as he pulled up to Dustin’s house, he’d been and picked up all the kids from school and was dropping them at Dustin’s.

“Oh that’s my sister's car.” Dustin said casually not putting too much thought into it.

“What do you mean your sister's car?” Steve asked, extremely confused. “Since when do you have a sister?”

“Your hot sister is home?” Mike said, smiling from the back seat.

Mike, Lucas and Will all look really excited to see Dustin’s sister again.

“Will you guys stop with that!” Dustin groaned. “Yes Steve I have a sister, she’s been living with my dad whilst studying.”

“So is she back for good now?” Lucas asked Dustin, a smile still on his face.

“Yeah she is, and don’t even think about it.” Dustin warned everyone in the car. “I’m talking about you, especially Steve.”

“You having a hot sister Henderson, impossible. I’m sure it won’t be a problem.” Steve said, pulling into the driveway.

The boys in the back could only laugh, knowing full well how their interaction would go.

Steve got out of the car with the rest of the kids, just wanting to get a glass of water before heading off.

That and the fact that he was now extremely interested in meeting you.

“Oh my god you boys!” Steve could hear you saying from the living room, you were so caught up in catching up with Dustin’s friends you completely missed Steve.

“God Mike you're almost taller than me, and Will you’ve grown so much oh and Lucas you’ve gotten tall too!” You are excited to see the three boys who basically spent every week at your house.

You bring Will into a hug so happy to see he’s finally started to come out of his shell, when you look up you catch sight of Steve.

Your eyes go wide at the sight of him, he looks your age. You try to figure out if you’ve ever met him before, and my god is he gorgeous.

“Y/n, this is Steve Harrington.” Dustin says reluctantly rolling his eyes at the way Steve was gawking at you.

You pull yourself away from Will and the rest of the boys and walk over to Steve.

Steve smiles down at you as you extend your hand out to shake his, you catch him looking you up and down before he makes eye contact.

“So this is the Steve Harrington I’ve heard all about.” You say letting your hand linger a little longer than considered friendly as you pull away from his grasp.

“Heard all about huh? Good things I hope.” Steve says trying to keep his cool, god he couldn’t believe how gorgeous you were.

He wanted to fuck you so badly, he could barley keep it in his pants.

“Oh only the best.” You say looking over to Dustin who’s glaring at Steve.

“Right well thanks for the ride Steve, how about you get your glass of water and get out of here.” Dustin says clearing seeing where this is going to go.

“He just met your sister and he already looks like he’s going to drop onto his knees and propose.” Mike says laughing along with Lucas and Will as they walk down the hall to his room.

“So, Steve. How about that glass of water then?” You say motioning for him to follow you to the kitchen.

“You know Dustin warned me about you.” You say filling up a glass of water for Steve as he sits down on the counter next to you.

“Warned you?” Steve says, slightly confused.

“Warned me that you’d try to make a move on me eventually, that you had a bit of a reputation.” You say pushing the glass of water towards Steve.

“I can’t say in dissapointed, I don’t think I’d mind if you'd try to make a move on me.”

“You certainly live up to the title of Dustin’s hot older sister.” Steve said as he reached out to grab the water, wrapping’s his hand around your and the glass.

“Now about this warning, how inclined are you to actually listen to it?” Steve asks carefully, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I don’t plan on listening to it. At all.” Your heart races as Steve lets his hand travel further up your arm, completely disregarding the glass of water.

He runs his hand further up your arm and behind your back, gently pulling you closer to him.

“How about we go somewhere with a door, because one of the boys comes to find us and I get banned from the Henderson residents for life.” Steve says, jumping down from the counter.

“How about I give you a tour, Harrington.” You say even though you have a feeling he knows the house better than you do.

“How about we start with your room.” Steve says, he doesn’t have a clue as to where you're leading him.

“You read my mind, Harrington.” You say as the two of you quickly walk down the hall and towards your room.

You quietly shut the door behind you and Steve before you know it you're pinned up against the wall with Steve’s hands wrapping around your waist.

“You sure you want to do this.” Steve whispers, kissing the exposed skin next to your ear.

“Yes.” You say breathlessly before quickly wrapping your arms around Steve’s neck and bringing his face towards yours.

His lips crashed against yours desperately as you tried to close any gaps possible between you and Steve, desperate to feel him.

There was no hesitance between the two of you as your lips moved sloppily against his, your tongue brushing up against his.

You barely even knew who Steve was, only knowing his name and the stories your brother told you about him, the mystery just made it all the more fun for you.

His hand began to wander the expanse of your back, travelling down to your arse and giving it a firm squeeze.

You moan into his mouth giving him the opportunity to deepen your kiss, your hands are in his hair and you can feel his cock pressed up against your thigh.

You break apart from each other gasping for air as Steve guides you back towards your bed pushing you down onto the soft mattress.

Your stomach twists in anticipation as he stands over you, looking down at you with a hunger in his eyes.

Steve’s hands desperately worked to undo your jeans, fumbling with the buttons and the zipper before pulling your jeans and panties down your legs in one swift motion.

Steve fell to his knees between your legs at the sight of your cunt, he was practically drooling as he bought your legs up onto his shoulder giving him the perfect view.

He bought his hand up towards your thigh rubbing slow tantalising circles into your skin, avoiding all the places you need him.

You could only sit in anticipation as you watched his head duck down in between your thighs, kissing a wet trail up towards your cunt.

You couldn’t help the way your hips bucked up towards him, letting out a sweet moan as his nose brushed up against your clit.

It was all the encouragement Steve needed as he brought his mouth to your cunt licking a long strip, making you shudder with total and absolute pleasure. He drew circles with his tongue over your clit as he slowly sucked at it.

You Let out an audible moan, the once silent room filled with the sounds of your moans and whimpers. You quickly brought a hand to your mouth to muffle your moans, knowing that your brother and his friends were only down the hall.

Your thighs clenching as Steve continued to tease you. He quickened his tongue over your clit over and over again, quickly bringing you closer to your release.

You were overwhelmed by the pleasure as Steve licked and sucked at you, the hand covering your mouth falling aside.

“Oh fuck, Steve I’m so so close.” You moan, throwing your head back against the bed, any shame you had left leaving your body.

You felt your orgasm wave over you, you felt as if your soul had left her body. Your arms becoming weak as your thighs relax, resting on Steve’s shoulders.

Steve pressed a soft kiss to her before he brought himself back up from between her legs, to kiss you again.

“Fuck you taste amazing.” Steve says as he kisses your neck, marking you as he goes.

You can feel his hands tugging at your shirt and you arch your back so he can pull it off, you feel his hand slip underneath your bra.

Steve couldn’t take it anymore he needed to fuck you, he couldn’t take it anymore after hearing you moan.

Steve quickly pulls his shirt off as you fumble with his belt buckle desperate to feel him, for him to be inside of you.

“Please Steve, fuck me.” You say as he slides his pants down his legs and takes his cock out of his boxers.

He pumps his cock once then twice before he leans down to line himself up with you, gently pushing into you.

You feel nothing but euphoria as he pushes himself deeper into you, the feeling of his leaving you feeling so full.

He pauses for a moment before resting his head in the crook of your neck gently nipping at the skin as he thrusts into you.

He leans his weight against you, your breasts brushing up against his chest as he continues to thrust in and out of you.

“You have to be quiet for me.” Steve says, you can’t help but moan. He muffles your moans with his mouth kissing you again.

You felt so full, the feeling of his cock filling you up and his mouth against yours was all too much.

Your second orgasm hits you, you can barely stay quiet moaning loudly into Steve’s mouth.

That was all Steve needed to be pushed to the brink of his own orgasm, you can feel his cock twitch inside of you.

He groans into your mouth, you can feel yourself being filled up by his cum completely forgetting about a condom.

After a moment Steve pulls out of you slowly, rolling over to lay down next to you on your bed as the two of you both desperately try to catch your breath.

“Happy you didn’t listen to the warning?” Steve asks you smirking, propping himself up onto his elbows to look at you.

“So happy.” You say you're still worn out from your recent orgasm. Almost asleep.

“How about I take you out to dinner?” Steve asks you, slowly pulling you closer to him and underneath the sheets.

“Mh, but after a nap. Will you stay?” You ask Steve though you already know the answer. The tow of you settling in underneath the sheets.

The two of you are asleep before Steve can answer, you lay with your head on his chest your head tucked underneath his chin.

The sound of the phone ringing wakes you up hours later, you look beside you to see Steve’s till dead asleep.

The little clock on your side table reads right o’clock and you can only assume that it’s one of the boys mothers ringing.

“Steve!” You say as your gently shake him awake. “You’ve got to get up!”

Steve startles awake, quickly sitting up in your bed. He looks over to the clock to see the time.

“Shit I’m supposed to be here now to take Mike, Lucas and Will home!” Steve says quickly kissing you as he jumps out of bed to put his clothes on throwing your at you.

The tow of you fuck out of your bedroom quickly and too the door trying too act as though Steve just got here.

“Boys Steve’s here to take you home!” You call out to the boys, you can hear them coming down the hall.

You smile and wave at them as they walk down the drive only now noticing how bad Steve’s hair looks and that his shirt is on inside out.

“You look like shit Harrington.” Lucas says catching on fairly quickly as to what happened.

“We know you never left, your cars been in the drive the whole time.” Will says as he gets in the car.

“I don’t want to hear it, if you say anything your walking home.” Steve says as he starts up the car, knowing this is going to be a long car trip.

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[wondernus]

˗ˋˏ When We Meet Chapter 1 ˎˊ˗

synopsis: there is only so much forgiving and forgetting you can do when you end up getting stood up by your date over and over again. so when you're stuck between the best friend, the first crush, and their mysterious roommate whose existence seemed like a myth, you can only hope the decision you've been making is the right one.

pairing: kmg x reader

chapter tags: food, university setting in the past

wc: 1.8k

message from nu: when we meet chapter 1!!! this chapter may be a little familiar for some of my longer followers bc I posted a portion of this as a snippet about a year ago. but I'm still excited to share this new series with you all hehe. - nu

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DK is positive that if he sneezed, the puff of air that shoots out of his nose would be strong enough to knock over the guy he is currently helping hold steady.

But Kim Mingyu — tall, lanky, and irrationally stubborn, refuses to accept help from his obviously more capable roommate. He stands on his makeshift stepladder and attempts to shimmy out his giant hard-shell suitcase he somehow managed to store at the top of his closet the day he moved into the dorm. However, the only thing Mingyu seems to be taking out of his closet is the dust that collected on top of his belongings. And DK is trying his very best not to sneeze.

Who would have thought that Kim Mingyu would be built like one of those wavy inflatable tube guys you see while driving past car dealerships on the highway? His little self-intro on the university roommates request page painted him to be an outgoing type of guy — likes photography, running, and dogs; dislikes people who are rude to waiters, bad vibes, and heights. His profile picture was an aesthetic photo of him in some art museum in Europe. Mingyu turned out to be exactly who and how he described himself. However, had DK or Minghao known their literal pre-serum Steve Roger roommate wasn’t who they thought him to physically be, they would’ve assigned him to the loft bed with the standing closet when they were deciding bedspaces before moving into their dorms.

Now, DK can only stand behind his roommate with his two hands gripped firmly around the wooden chair’s backrest and hope the suitcase doesn’t take his roommate out before the mosquitos from wherever Mingyu is heading do.

For starters, it’s hard to believe a college sophomore — one who has to sleep on the bottom bunk because the floor is closer to the humidifier — is going on a journey to some place where he probably couldn’t restock on his precious Aquaphor that he has to slug onto his cracked heels every night and then protect with his aloe-infused fluffy bed socks. Mingyu is physically weak. He is like a Basset Hound puppy who keeps tripping on its long ears because it still needs to grow into them. He is a Victorian child experiencing EDM for the first time. He is the university dormitory Wi-Fi when everybody is back from vacation. A Lego Man figurine is probably more built than Kim Mingyu in every single physical aspect — and that is not an overstatement.

And his luck…Oh, how unlucky Kim Mingyu can be at times.

Minghao, their third roommate, tells Mingyu it’s puberty. But Kim Mingyu and his hardheaded personality firmly believes he is the unluckiest man in the world. Puberty, Minghao reminds him. He’s simply going through puberty. It just doesn’t seem like it because his growth spurt arrived ages before his puberty did. Mingyu digresses. He always digresses.

It is a bunch of small, often uncomfortable or inconvenient, occurrences bundled into one that leads Mingyu to believe he has somehow been cursed. Setting off the fire alarm after using the new microwave in their floor’s common room? In reality, some kid snuck in an illegal rice cooker and forgot to open the window while cooking some rice in his dorm room. Sleeping past an alarm the day after he accidentally stepped on a crack in the sidewalk? He didn’t know he accidentally set his alarm as P.M. instead of A.M.. His clumsiness? He wears clothes in sizes either too big or too small for his body. He’s never heard of tailoring before.

Mingyu claims his curse started when he was dared to download an Ouija Board app on his phone on the bus ride home from one of his high school field trips. DK reminds him that where there is a cause, there is an effect. It just so happens that Mingyu doesn’t realize that he is his own cause of his string of “bad luck.”

So, when Mingyu abruptly announces to his two roommates that he’s leaving in the middle of the semester for some Eat, Pray, Love type of trip with his rich aunt, the two roommates can only ask why and whether or not dormitory rent is going to be more expensive given that there would technically only be two roommates instead of three:

“I dunno-” Mingyu picks up his sub, trying to adjust his grip so the tomato slices don’t slip out when he takes a bite. “I think it’ll be a nice change.”

DK gawks at him while Minghao looks through his canvas tote bag for a hair tie. Mingyu shrugs and brings the sandwich to his lips. A thin and bright red tomato slice slips out from the backend of the sandwich and lands on the ceramic plate below. Mingyu sighs and sets his sandwich back down on his plate and opens it to tuck the tomato slice back into place.

The most level-headed of the trio, DK, stares at the guy who sleeps below him reattempt to take a successful bite of his sandwich. Minghao, whose long hair is now tied in a manbun, twirls his fork around his plate of limp spaghetti.

“You know it’s bad for your scalp if you tie your hair too tightly.” Mingyu gestures to his own head to show Minghao. There are bread crumbs in the corner of his lips, and some sauce on his fingers. He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean before taking another bite.

Minghao ignores him and stares outside the window at the family of ducks making their way into the shade outside of the dormitory dining hall.

A nice change is what newly divorced couples say in movies. A nice change is giving your childhood bedroom a makeover. A nice change is when Mingyu can finally take off his damn braces so he doesn’t spit on people while he talks. DK reckons it’s because Mingyu is having trouble adjusting to adulthood. He’s a second-year going through what Minghao calls a “prolonged puberty experience,” but DK thinks that all Mingyu needs is time. He has the braces, the lisp, and the inability to act normal in front of crushes. It’s normal. Everybody moves at their own pace. DK thinks that all Mingyu really needs is a little confidence and a major glow-up. 

“You said you’re going with your aunt?” DK pinches a fry between his fingers and decides to drop it back down. “What about our dorm and school?”

Outside the dining hall, a Resident Director leads a group of elementary school students on a tour around the dormitory area. The students look around the several tall dormitories and point at the ducks when they see them. The teachers who walk behind their students are too busy staring at their phones to care if the students chase after the animals.

“Hey, do you think ducks are easy to pick up?” Xu Minghao gently sets his fork down and cups his hands, placing them side-by-side. He looks at his imaginary bowl and ponders out loud, “They look like they’ll fit perfectly in my hands, yunno. Perfectly scoopable.”

“My aunt isn’t married and doesn’t have any kids so she says she’ll give me her money if I travel with her.” Mingyu chews with his mouth open and pauses to wash it down with some milk, ignoring Minghao’s question. Or maybe he didn’t hear the question over his loud chewing. He exhales and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Something about going on a journey to prove that material wealth isn’t all there is in the world.”

Having lost his appetite from looking at his roommate, DK pushes his plate of fries away from him. He asks Mingyu, “Isn’t it counterproductive because you need money to travel the world?”

“Ehh.” Mingyu slinks in his seat, but reaches over to grab some of the abandoned fries. “But don’t worry about my grades. I’ll be studying abroad and will probably be back in time for graduation. Hopefully my credits can transfer. And my aunt is paying for my dorm so you guys don’t have to worry about paying more.”

“And the school is okay with you paying even through you’re not going to be here?”

“Universities don’t care as long as they’re earning money,” Minghao huffs and stabs a meatball with his fork. “But God forbid I take more than three free yoga classes at the rec center and all of a sudden I’m banned for the rest of the month.”

A new group of friends set their bags down at the table next to where the trio are sitting. One of them seems to recognize DK and politely waves at him before catching up with their friends to line up for food. DK smiles and waves back — he only met them a few days ago.

“I- I think taking that trip will be good for me,” Mingyu stutters when he realizes he has been staring at DK’s friend who waved the entire time. His eyes quickly travel back to looking at his best friend’s fries. He fidgets his fingers before reaching for another one, trying not to make it obvious that his cheeks are not glowing red just because of the inflammation from his acne. “Maybe I can meet some new people, learn a few things, and bulk up from all the traveling I’ll be doing.”

In the present, Minghao opens the dorm door and enters with a duck tucked under his arm, American football style. He makes his way over to his desk and drops off a few textbooks. From behind the chair he is helping hold steady, DK swears the duck looked at him straight in the eye.

“Yn said you should come to the beach hangout on Saturday,” Minghao tells DK while grabbing his water bottle and yoga mat.

“I’ll think about it,” DK replies while staring at the duck who seems perfectly content with being held by the Second Year.

“Who’s Yn?” Mingyu calls from his uncomfortable position above the chair. He thinks he finally found a way to pull out his suitcase without his roommate’s help.

Minghao shrugs and swings the mat over his shoulder, choosing to completely ignore his roommate’s question. The duck quacks, and Minghao waves goodbye before exiting their shared room.

Mingyu, who finally and successfully managed to start pulling out his suitcase from an angle, sneezes from the falling dust and pushes the suitcase back into place. 

“Bad luck,” he mumbles to himself. “Bad luck.”

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[harlowtales]

Tonight was THE night. Jack was having a private Private Garden after party and somehow one of your friends got some strings pulled to get in. Even though you didn’t really look it you were older than them and although you loved Jack, you weren’t sure you wanted to go to an after party with a bunch of kids. You had your fun at the show, but your friends dragged you out past your bedtime when you’d rather be curled up with a good book. Leaning against a wall in a dark corner of the party Jack’s friend Phil spotted you and went to report to Sunni and the guys that “a real baddie” had walked in. “Dude.” Phil told Sunni already a little tipsy “Something real fucking sweet just walked in.”

“Oh yeah?” Sunni said “Where…oh shit” he said when Phil pointed you out to him. “Thanks for letting me know, I’ll take it from here.” He said checking his breath.

“Um I think I got this.” Urban said stepping in front of Phil and Sunni. Jack hadn’t arrived yet.

You had you hair in a sleek ponytail with cute baggy jeans, a Jack Harlow tshirt and New Balance sneakers. Your friends criticized you for dressing so “old skool” but the guys were really digging it.

Suddenly the lights went dimmer and you joined your friends on the dance floor. Jack entered the party and immediately you were pointed out to him because everyone was talking about you. All the girls were dressed up but you. You looked fresh and cute but really you just wanted to enjoy the show and weren’t too concerned about what you were wearing. You had on your fave perfume and earrings so nothing else mattered. Jack could see everyone wanted a piece of you. Talk behind the DJ booth was who had dibs. He hung back a bit and waited to see what would happen. He was the alpha male there so wasn’t too concerned things would eventually work in his best interests. He decided to let his boys get worked up about you and then make his move.

“Shout out to girls that wear concert T’s and baggy jeans.” He said into the mic as he started to spin his own tracks and half-perform the songs. Up this close he was much better looking than you even thought and very tall. You had no idea what was transpiring behind the DJ booth. You blushed when he said that.

“I think there’s a room in the back…” Copeland said

“Naw I ain’t fucking nobody with y’all around. You will definitely feel insecure because of my massive dick and that wouldn’t be fair.” Phil said with a straight face. Out of all the guys he was not the one that pulled all the ladies as he was ginger and chubby.

Trap Steve chimed in “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I agree with Phil. I say we go at it one-by-one and no shady shit like making her wasted. She says no and all bets are off.”

PART 2

“Hey.” You heard a deep south smooth as bourbon voice say to you.

You turned around to see Urban looking at you like a whole snack but he was warm and friendly. Any other guy you probably would’ve rolled your eyes. “Hey.” Is all you could manage to say back.

He was even more handsome in person with a T-shirt completely open at the sides exposing his toned body. He flashed a sexy grin. “Where you from?” He asked sweetly

“Not here.” You said cooly. You were leaning against the bar casually sipping your drink trying to process Urban fucking Wyatt talking to you…INTERESTED in you. You had to play this cool.

Urban was instantly turned on by your attitude. He leaned over and whispered in your ear “You want to go somewhere and talk?”

“Naw. I’ve got god with me and he’s telling me things” you said with a smile.

Urban started howling. “Oh I’m going to get to know you better for sure.” He said

The guys saw Urban getting somewhere with you and sent Sunni and Copelan in. “Good evening beautiful” Cope said as he sauntered up to you.

Urban looked them up and down. “Sup fellas.” He said less than enthusiastically. Even though this was part of the plan, Urban took to you right away and was feeling territorial. Sunni took your hand and kissed it. Urban raised an eyebrow.

“Ok fellas I’m not some little twit. What’s the deal?” You said looking right at all of them. There was no way in this club with all these 20 somethings running around in skimpy dresses and BBL’s that they were all about you.

“Ughhh….well…we like your shirt is all.” Phil offered from the side. “Where did you get it.” He said awkwardly.

“Where did I get a Jack Harlow T-shirt?” You asked him “uhhh a Jack Harlow show.” you said making Phil blush in embarrassment. “Look fellas clearly you have some bet going on but I have to get back to my friends.” You were annoyed. Something was up and you didn’t appreciate it.

“Look.” Urban said reaching out and stopping you. You looked at his hand on your arm and felt an electric pulse down into your private space locking eyes with him. “Fellas, can you leave us alone please.”

“Do you trust me to follow me?” He whispered close up to you.

In spite of your best efforts you said “Ok”

Jack was watching all this with that side grin that showed his dimple from the club balcony waiting on Urb to make you comfortable. Urban led you down a hallway. The thumping music and lights were fading the further down the hallway you went. He led you into a room like a green room with a couch, a mini-bar, and a pool table. “You want a drink?” He asked you

“Yes please.” You said softly and politely. He felt himself starting to rise at your softness.

“Here’s the deal.” He said seeing that you were a straight shooter. “We like you. All of us. Even Jack.” He said. You stopped sipping. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “We would make sure you were comfortable and no funny shit. One by one. We want you. You down? We won’t hurt you.”

“What? This what you guys do? No I won’t do that. No way.” You said shaking your head and heading for the door. Urban moved in front of you. You looked up at him locked in this moment where both of you just stared at each other. He took your face in his hands and gently kissed you. He turned up the intensity as he tasted you with his tongue.

You completely let go and your tongue became intertwined with his in a delicious dance. His long curls cascading over you. His full cherry lips were so pillowy drawing you in. “We won’t hurt you.” He said. We need you. I….need you. He said passionately as he rubbed noses with you. We need something fucking real. Tired of the fake shit. Please do this and we will look after you.”

“Urban I….I don’t know this is just.. a lot.” You weakly protested.

“I know but we can’t help what we like and we all want you and we tend to get what we want.” He said now forehead to forehead with you.

“What will happen to me? What about Jack?

“Jack knows and he wants some too.” Urban said.

“You guys think you can just pass me around?” You objected pulling away from him.

“No. One on one. We each treat you right. What do you need from us?” He asked with concern making you melt.

“Umm…I want just…nobody to think anything bad about me if I do this, and I have someone I love in a situation. It would be nice if Jack could help them.” You said honestly all the drinks you had been sipping all night we’re catching up with you.

Urban broke down in laughter thinking it was so amazing you didn’t ask for a shopping spree or something, making him like you more. Him cracking up put you at ease. He knew you were the one for this, and starting to feel maybe for him. The vibe he was catching with you was undeniable. “Listen, please know we’re good guys. Freaky, but we’re not assholes. Let me set this up right. Be right back.” He left you in the room as he wildly texted the guys in the group chat. “It’s a go.” He said

“Drop her off at my hotel later.” Jack texted back. “Need total privacy.”

PART 3

You texted your friends but nobody was paying attention to their phone. They were all dancing and PG was treating them to a good time. Mostly to distract them. You were kind of the loner in the group so they didn’t give much thought to you being gone for a bit. They didn’t even notice their phones lighting up in their purses.

You started to get nervous and walked towards the door. It wasn’t locked, Urban didn’t want you to feel trapped. If he came back and you were gone it was ok by him, but he was starting to like you. Just as your hand was on the knob a couple people that work with PG knocked to come in and brought a whole set up. Large floor pillows, flowers, candles, chocolate covered strawberries, a full meal, a case of Phocus, a bottle of champagne with a few glasses, and a gift bag they handed to you. In the bag was some lingerie, a card from Jack and a hotel card-key. “You’re our princess, see you later.” The card said. Just then you got an email on your phone. It was an NDA. You knew the deal with Jack and signed it.

“How did he know my size?” You wondered and marvelled at how fast all this came together. You noticed you missed something in the bag…a blindfold and a silk black necktie. You gulped hard and hoped they would look after you like they said.

“So who goes first?” Trap Steve said as they we’re trying to figure this out in the noisy VIP area.

“Can I?” A shy voice said. It was Phil.

“That’s a great idea.” Urban said, and mostly because he wasn’t jealous of Phil. “You’ll make her more comfortable than any of us. Make her laugh. She ummm…she has a great laugh.” He said trailing off

“Bro. You catching feelings already?” Cope said teasing Urban.

“No fuck that, what?” Urban acted like Cope was crazy. He didn’t tell them he had already kissed you. “She’s real cute. Y’all will like her just not too much.” He said trying to control the situation. “After Phill I got next.” He said patting his chest. “Then we take her to see Jack Jack. Got it fellas?” They all nodded in agreement. “No super freaky shit. Think romantic thoughts.” Urban said. “Talk to her first ok?” Again the guys nodded but it irked a couple of them that Urban was acting all in control.

“Sorry fellas I’m out.” Urban’s step-brother said. “I can’t. Maybe I’m pussy but this ain’t for me.”

“No worries bro. Anyone else want out?” Urban said looking around at them. They all looked at each other. The rest of them were in. “She’s signing an NDA as we speak so we’re all good.”

PART 4

You slipped into the lingerie and poured yourself some champagne. Urban texted you. “Ready?” He said

You collected your nerves and replied “Yes.” You sent him a pic in the lingerie toasting him holding up your champagne glass. He immediately posted it in the group chat. It was surprising how amazing your body was under the baggy jeans. The chat went nuts…

Phil: I get to go first bitches!!!

Copelan: Um ok damn lil mama

Trap: Ah hell yeah

Sunni: She gonna forget y’all when I step in

Jack: 🙈🙈🙈

Urb: Ok Phil. If you fuck up the rest of us suffer

Phil: I’m better with women than all of you bro

Trap: 😂😂😂

Phil: Ain’t shit funny or cute. I’m going in 😈

You were sitting on the couch eating some of the food they had brought for you when Phil walked in. He was so shy and chubby and cute. “Oh you’re eating. I can come back.” He said “Or I can feed you. Whichever one. Only if you like…I mean..”

“Come over here you little cutie.” You said patting the spot next to you. “This is who they sent in first?” You thought chuckling to yourself. “Phil right?” You said smiling “Why don’t I feed you Phil. Open up sweet pea.” If you were going to do this you were doing it and treating them special too.

Phil obeyed. He was mush after that. Putty in your hands. “Mmmmmm. You like that Phil? You’re a big boy, I like that.” You said knowing he lacked the confidence of the other guys.

“I…yes…well I guess so.” Phil stammered “You look really sexy and pretty.” He complimented taking his last bite.

“I appreciate that. It’s a little cold in here. I don’t have much on.” You said coyly

Phil responded by putting a blanket over you and holding you to warm you up. “Soooo…you were at the show?” He said referring to his embarrassing comment he made earlier “Jack’s amazing huh?”

“My question right now is…” you said looking up at him and kissing him “Are you amazing Phil?”

“I…I’m a vibe I guess.” He said as your lips parted. “Look Urb said to talk to you first, make you comfortable.”

“I’m ok if your ok. Why don’t I make YOU comfortable?” You said taking your blanket off and undoing his jeans. You could see he wasn’t going to do shit if you didn’t, and you wanted him to have a good story when he went back to them. You rooted for guys like Phil. The guy with all the super hot friends that got picked last.

“Oh fuck.” He said as you went down and got on your knees. You took him in your mouth and were gentle with him. “Uhhh! Geezus y/n you’re really good at…uhhhh, fuck.” Phil breathed. His head went back as you took him to the back of your throat. After awhile you came up and kissed him on the neck.

“You know, you should be 1st more often Phil” You said encouragingly, making him feel cared for. “You’re real cute and a sweetheart.”

“Thank you y/n.” He said “Look we don’t need to have sex. You have a lot coming up…oh geez I’m sorry I mean..” He went beet red.

“Phil. It’s ok,” You said taking his hand and putting it on your breast. “Look at me. I want you to go back to those guys and tell them you scored…big.” You put a condom on him and sat on his erect manhood gliding up and down making him feel like he was floating outside of his body. He nestled his face into your tits and gently kissed them breathing you in. Phil was not small and you moaned as you spelled your name on his dick. “Fuck! I’m cuming!” You screamed as it hit that spot over and over again. He sucked harder on your breasts and cupped your ample ass with his hands.

“Ah fuck!” He said not able to stop himself from exploding. “Uhhhh, I’m sorry y/n.” He heaved. “I couldn’t hold it” he cradled you as he regained his composure.

“My god Phil.” You were surprised how enjoyable it was with him. He was so sweet and soft with you it made you kinda crazy. “Phil you were great honestly.” You said giving him a peck on the cheek. Let’s talk now. I want to know all about you.” You said out of breath.

You and Phil shared stories about feeling like the odd man out. Him in his circle and you in yours. He was funny and so intelligent. He was hooked on you now. You had treated him so nicely. Why did anyone else have to come in and have you. “Well y/n, this was more than I expected. Please keep in touch you have my number.” He said and pecked you on the cheek. It was getting too much being around you and he just wanted to go.

“Lets take a pic.” You said taking his phone and snapping a pic with you in lingerie straddling Phil with his hand on your ass. You with your tongue out looking back sassily. “Post it in the chat right now.” You said.

PART 5

“What is taking Phil so long? I hope he’s not boring that girl to tears with his Derby story” Urban said looking at his phone.

Group Chat: Phil sent a pic

Urban: No fucking way

Cope: ?????

Trap: Yoooooooooooo

Sunni: Fake News 🗞️

Jack: Dafuq?? 🫥

Druski: Phil got pussy?? Wait what’d I miss!

Phil showed up back in the VIP area and sat down calmly like a G really feeling himself.

“Well?” Urban asked.

“Best head, best ride, she’s real sweet. We talked and talked. She’s a real nice girl fellas.” Phil said still coming down off the high. “I….I need a minute” he said looking off into the distance. “She fed me guys. Like said open up sweet pea let me feed you type shit.”

“She fucking fed you??!” Cope said in disbelief

“Who the hell is this girl?” Trap Steve said looking at the effect you had on Phil.

“Well fellas. It’s my turn. She’ll be the one under my spell.” Urban said confidently.

You freshened up waiting patiently for Urban. You were attracted to him so this might go differently. Suddenly you heard a knock. “Y/N? Can I come in?” Urban said through the door?

“Yes Urban.” You called out softly

When Urban entered you were laying on the pillows on your stomach. Your ass out. Urban stopped “Whoah.” He said taking you all in. “Look Y/N let’s talk ok.” He said taking off his pants and sneakers to lay next to you but kept pacing “I don’t want this to be some brothel type shit.” Urban was feeling you and wanted to make an impression. He opened a can of Phocus and downed it, but wouldn’t lay down.

“OMG he’s nervous too?” You thought but decided to play. “Come on down here Urban. Lay down.” You invited him with a smile. He laid down and you put your head on his chest and flung your leg over him to snuggle. “Is this ok?” You said nicely

“Uh yup it’s fine.” He said trying not to paw all over you with his hands. “Look I know I went in with that kiss but….you made me laugh at the bar. I really dig that.”

“You like what?” You said giving his manly chest a kiss

“Whoah Y/N c’mon” Urban resisted

“Urban please. Can we talk after?” You wanted to feel them physically before you had anything in your mind about them beforehand but they all wanted to talk first. These were not a bunch of sleeze-ball dudes that’s for sure.

Meanwhile Jack had just arrived back at his hotel. “I need some nice desserts and champagne.” He called down to the front desk. What he saw in that picture got him riled up but he had to make the biggest impression as the big dog. “Can I get the violin player too in a bit please” He added.

“Oh god! Don’t stop Urban. Right there…..” You said as Urban sucked on your clit. You clenched the pillows and cried out in agony. Urban’s juicy lips down there was sheer heaven. Whatever he did to that chicken wing that went viral was nothing compared to what he was doing to you right now. He brought you to the edge and came back up.

“You ok?” He asked you

“Urban. Don’t talk please.” You said your head was spinning.

He smiled knowing he had you. “Up princess” he said and brought you over to the pool table. He hoisted you up on it.

“Urban what are you doing??” You giggled

“You ever did doggy style on a pool table?” Urban asked

“Of course not!” You laughed

Urban turned you over on your knees and entered you on the table. “Fuck!” You gasped as he filled you up. He had his way with you slowly and gently. Long strokes and all the way back out. “Urban please cum please.” You begged. This was worse than being hit fast from behind. He picked up speed and drove harder.

“Y/N ah ugh!” He said unable to even speak. He pulled out and finished on your butt. Spreading his cream around and smiling. He helped you get down. Your legs weak when you hit the ground. “Y/N I…that was…I mean right?” He was out of breath.

“Right?” Was all you could say back. Your time with Urban was short but amazing.

“Let me clean you off. Are you ok?” He said smoothing your hair out lovingly. It pained him to think Sunni was up next.

“So I love your work Urban. I understand your parents are creative too?”

Urban got busy gathering his things and leaving. He was getting emotional about you and didn’t need to know you were so cool and knew about him. This almost made him call this whole thing off and keep you to himself, but he didn’t want anyone to know how he felt. He’s fucked girls with Jack before so he thought he could do this no problem. He didn’t want to talk and get attached too quickly “Look I gotta go. I want to hang out with you again so please call me.” He said and left the room with a kiss on your head. The other guys were just playing around but not him. After this he was locking you down. Jack had so much to do with his image but Urban could deal with an older woman and it wouldn’t be as much of a big deal.

You were confused. “I thought he wanted to talk” you said a bit disappointed. You went to freshen up again. You didn’t know who was coming next but decided to mix it up and bring out the blindfold and tie.

“Yo guys after this she’s mine” Urban texted the group

Phil: That’s kinda crazy because she likes me

Sunni: Earth to Phil!

Cope: Bros before hoes

Trap: I’m not last am I?

Druski: How can I get in on this?

Jack: I got a fucking violin. Try me.

Clay: I’m glad I’m damn near married 🙄

PART 6

“Is anyone else coming? I’m waiting.” You texted Urban since he was the one who set this up

“I call threesome. Shake this up.” Trap Steve said

“Y’all ain’t doing my baby like that.” Phil said.

“Again…Earth to Phil.” Sunni said “She’s in with us now. We all have access.”

“No. Not after this.” Urban said

“You’ve been acting like you own her from the beginning bro. That’s fucked up.” Cope said

“Cope, Sunni?” Trap Steve said “Well?”

“I say yes get it over with” Urban decided. He texted you back “Wear the blindfold sweetie ok? Then we take you to see Jackman.”

“Guys don’t do too much please.” Urban said

They knocked on the door and cautiously cracked it open. “Hello???” You called out into the dim light

“Hey”

“Hi”

“Sup”

“There’s 3 of you?!” You exclaimed half-scared, half-excited “Where do you want me?”

“On the pillows” One of them said, reaching out to guide you but you tripped and fell on the pillows ungracefully.

“Oops!!” You laughed and they all thought you were adorable. You heard them undoing belts and throwing off shoes and then felt all these hands on you at once.

“Hey y/n?” Someone asked

“Yes whoever you are.” You said finding this fun

“Can you lift your arms above you head please?” A voice said politely

“Um ok.” You obliged.

One of them tied your hands and whispered in your ear. “Ready?”

“Yes.” You breathed nervously

You felt someone massaging your legs and licking your inner thighs until you felt the warmth of their tongue lick your folds like a lollipop then penetrate your space. You gasped and arched your back. Two of them took a breast each in their mouths. The feeling was nothing you ever felt before. “My god!” You cried out as one rubbed your clit and slid 3 fingers in and out of you. You felt a switch and one of them straddled your chest taking both your breasts and inserting his dick in between them. You licked the tip and spat on it as it went in and out from between your tits making him moan. Suddenly everything stopped and you heard condom packages ripping open. They untied you and you felt someone go under you, someone lay on top of you, and someone take your hand to jerk them off as they knelt beside your head. You felt something slip in from the back and the front at the same time, and a hand come around and muffle your cries.

“Its ok we got you sweetie” one said in your ear holding you steady around your waist. They both slowly started thrusting as one inserted himself into your mouth. Everyone was moaning and groaning as it got heated. The smell of sex filled the air. Suddenly you felt warm cream on your face as one of them unloaded on you jerking and pumping to orgasm. “Please!” You begged and whoever was thrusting on top of you pulled out and came all over your stomach. Whoever was underneath held you steady cuming inside. Short but intense you hit your limit.

“You ok.” You heard one say while you felt someone wiping you down. They took your blindfold off and you saw Sunni, Copelan, and Trap Steve standing there in their underwear. They thought you looked so cute with your hair a mess.

“I’m Trap Steve, this is Cope, and this doofus is Sunni.” They all smiled at you.

“Hi Fellas. Hope this is the last of you because I can’t take anymore” You said exaughsted

“Finish eating.” Copelan said grabbing your half-eaten plate and feeding you. Sunni grabbed you a drink and Trap Steve started dressing you and fixing your hair back. It’s like they had never seen a woman before, and probably the most polite freaky men you had ever come across. You got chatting with them. You got to know Sunni loved Japanese anime porn and had a couple kids. Copelan’s dad was in a band and he was Jack’s 1st partner in crime. Trap Steve played you his latest single and it was really good. They were all hilarious and had you laughing as they dissed each other….constantly.

A text came in from Jack. “Where da fuck are you 3 Stooges?” They all looked at each other and ignored it.

“Keep at it Steve you’re really good, Cope…well your gorgeous so…idk keep doing that I guess, Sunni the anime porn thing a bit weird but your a good dad and that’s adorable.”

“You sound like we’ll never see you again but your gang now.” Trap Steve said

“Oh my god fellas no. There’s tons of girls out there.” You laughed

“Tons of girls but only a few women.” Sunni said blushing. He liked talking to you. They all did.

“Guys no offence but I really just want to sleep.” You yawned.

“Get on my back.” Sunni said and he carried you out to the van where the rest of the guys were waiting to go to the hotel. You smiled awkwardly at everyone you just finished fucking and took a seat. Phil covered you with a blanket and a little silent pushing and shoving developed as you dozed off with who would sit next to you for you to lean on. Eventually Urban won. He sat next to you and you leaned on his shoulder. He put his arm around you and got under the same blanket cozy with you. He stuck out his tongue at everyone and Neelam just rolled her eyes and put her headphones on.

PART 7

Jack was pacing and tired. He texted the group again.

Jack: Yo ????

Sunni: Relax we’re coming…and boy did we EVER 😈

Jack: 🤢🤮

Cope: Bro. I would let her sleep tbh 😴

Trap: Um yeah she’s kinda done bruh 🫠

Phil: What’d you do to my girl? 🤬😡😭

Sunni: What you couldn’t do 😜

Javonte: Anyone down for bowling 🎳 and pizza? I can’t sleep 💤

As they pulled in behind the hotel, they put a beanie and sunglasses on you so any random pics wouldn’t show your face. It took forever for the elevator to get to Jack’s penthouse suite. All the guys were looking at you in this awkward silence. “Move over dumb ass.” Trap Steve poked Phil. It was definitely crowded with all of them packed in there.

Urban had his arm around you again and whispered “Thank you. I need to see you again, please?” You nodded your head and yawned.

“Hey no making plans over there.” Phil said

“STFU Phil. And he’s right. No fucking whispering.” Sunni said moving to the other side of you. “You don’t own her bro.”

“Stop it assholes.” Trap Steve said as he was looking mindlessly at his phone. Then looked at you and winked.

You texted your friends on the way up.

You: I’m ok. Sorry for going MIA

Friend 1: Yeah WTF?

Friend 2: Ok Miss SLUT Me Out 😭

You: Oh shit! We’re at his room. Gotta go.

Friend 1: Girl! WTF!??!!?!?

Friend 2: You WHERE?

The doors opened and Jack’s suite was like a mini-palace. There was an amazing view of the city, a full bar with a grand piano, and beautiful marble pillars and floors. A fire was going, a bouquet of roses on the table, and a long plate of sushi. Sade was playing and lighting was dimmed. All the guys knew they couldn’t top this. They all started dapping him up while you stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. Just being in Jack’s presence was a bit overwhelming and you felt faint. Phil stayed beside you and noticed you weren’t feeling well. He put his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder. Jack walked up towering over you and smiled a dimpled smile. His diamond earrings gleaming and perfect pillow of curls surrounded his head like a halo. You were more nervous now than you had been all night. “You must be y/n” he said taking your hand and kissing it then kissing you on both cheeks. “Stand down Phil. What’s up with you?” Jack said looking sideways at his friend.

“Jack.” You said faintly “Can I please sit?”

“Of course, you ok?” Jack said concerned, turning up your chin with his hand and taking you away from Phil. Phil scowled back at Jack.

He sat you down on the couch as all the guys talked and got into the sushi. “Hey! Fucking vultures that’s our food!” Jack yelled at his friends.

He smelled incredible as he held you to his chest. “Yo bring y/n some sushi and water. You need to eat and get hydrated ok? I’m gone get a bath going and we gone sleep ok?” He said in his calming drawl.

“Ok Jack.” Is all you could say.

“Fellas. Clear out please.” Jack ordered his friends

They all filed out and went to their rooms. They consoled Phil in the elevator. “It’s ok buddy. You’ll get something else soon.” Meanwhile they all had plans to call you.

PART 8

Jack drew you a warm bath and led you to this incredible bathroom with a big screen TV. A champagne glass and fruits beside the tub. He undressed you and slipped in behind you in the tub, taking a sponge and squeezing out warm water on your body. He took some grapes and fed you. You leaned on him and sighed. “So Urban tells me you have a friend in a situation and you need my help? He asked as steam filled the room.

“Yes. My friend landed in a bad situation and really needs a way out. Not legal trouble but help with paying for his daughter’s funeral. She was young it was an accident… and..” you were getting emotional describing the situation.

“Say less. Consider it done.” Jack said “Is this why you agreed to all this? Is that your real man? The one with the daughter?”

“No, we grew up like siblings. My mom and his mom are best friends.” You said and Jack believed you

“Wow. Wish I had friends that would fuck Phil to help me.” Jack said seriously

“Shut up! Phil is sweet.” You said throwing bubbles at him. You and Jack talked more. He wanted to know you first. That night he called of the violin player and just decided to let you sleep.

After your bath he dried you off, helped you into a big fluffy robe, and led you to a massage table set up in front of the fire place. “Not everyone gets this.” He said taking some pumps of oil and sliding his hands down your back. He gently massaged your legs and trailed back up to focus on all the knots in your shoulders. “Wow. Someone is stressed out.” He whispered

“Oohhh ouch.” You said as Jack kneaded out the sorest spots. He dried the oil off you and you felt so calm.

“C’mon princess sleepy time.” He said leading you to the bedroom and tucking you in.

“Jack where are you going?” You asked sleepily

“To write, I’ll be back.” He said. Jack wanted to give you space and rest. He parked himself in front of the fireplace to write a song about a girl so loyal she’d do anything to help a friend.

PART 9

In the morning you stumbled out of bed and found Jack running on the treadmill. The sun was coming up and it was beautiful. He stopped the machine when he saw you and smiled as he dabbed sweat from his forehead. “Good morning princess y/n” he said as he opened the fridge and downed orange juice right out of the jug.

“Morning.” You said quietly trying to figure out why he hadn’t tried to have sex with you yet.

“What do you want for breakfast?” He asked as he answered a text.

“Can I make you something? You seem to have everything here. I can’t do much for you helping my friend, so it’s the least I can do before I go.”

“I’m sure you’re a great cook but I’m in a rush. What would you like? Any allergies?” He asked

“Um no.” You said

“Look y/n I like you. You’re a nice woman, and I am attracted to you. I know I have a reputation but one night stands are not something I’ve ever been able to do. Sorry.” He explained

“That’s actually amazing. I was thinking it was because I fucked Phil.”

Jack choked as he doubled over in laughter. “That should be the reason but its not.” He said “I have a meeting, make yourself comfortable because we’ll be spending some time.” And he left.

Now you had so many questions. What did all that even mean? You went to put on what you could find of Jack’s.

Just then the elevator buzzed and made you jump. “What did you forget silly!” You called out to who you thought was Jack as you came around the corner from the bedroom but it wasn’t Jack.

“Miss y/n?” A UPS man asked

“Holy shit he really does use UPS.” You thought “yes that’s me.”

“Sign here.” He said and took off

You were stuck with at least 20 boxes on the living room floor. “WTF?” You said to yourself.

You texted Urban. “I think Jack bought me clothes. What do I do?”

“Clearly you suck at being a gold digger.” Urban said a bit annoyed Jack seemed to be taking this so far. He expected you to be home by now.

You were a bit put off by his tone. You were standing there in Jack’s shorts and tank top looking at a mountain of boxes and wondering WTF to do. “Urban please help me. I feel overwhelmed.” You begged

Urban softened and agreed to come up. He had you on speaker and everyone else decided to come too. Soon Urban, Phil, Sunni, Trap Steve, and Copelan were in Jack’s penthouse helping you open boxes and bickering as everyone was jealous, but not wanting to look like it. Jack walked into a mess of tissue paper flying around and clothes and shoes all over the place. Not to mention you in the middle of all the guys you had fucked the night before. He wasn’t happy. If he didn’t like you he would’ve fucked you in the morning and had you dropped off to wherever it is you stayed. The clothes were for you to spend a few days with him and not to worry about anything. “Guys. You have 10 seconds to get out.” He said fuming. His blue eyes flashing in anger.

“Jack I called them, well I called Urban and it turned into everyone. I’m so sorry. All these boxes came and I didn’t know what to do and I…I’m so sorry.” You burst into tears and ran into the bedroom.

They all got quiet and looked at each other. “See fucktards. Made my baby cry.” Phil said

“STFU Phil!!” They all said.

“Ok fellas. What’s the deal? We’re all feeling y/n?” Jack said being the leader.

“Looks like a duck….” Trap Steve said ashamed of his behaviour over the last 48 hours.

“Well you know she’s with me now right?” Jack assumed because that’s pretty much how it always was except for some girls that liked Urban better, and Cope and Sunni were getting popular, but Jack was the one most girls wanted.

“Whys it always you bro?” Sunni said

“Yeah, we don’t really know who she likes.” Copelan offered.

You crept back out to the living room into the argument. “Um guys?” You said but they didn’t see or hear you. “YOU GUYS!!!” You yelled

They all stopped and stared at you. “What is wrong with all of you!” You exclaimed “Your best friends! Please, I don’t want to cause a problem. Jack thank you for the clothes but please take all of this back. I don’t feel right about getting gifts from you, and being here. Take me home then. I mean what is someone like me doing here anyway?” You said looking around at the gargantuan penthouse. “I don’t even wear this stuff, I mean you saw me last night, all my friends looked glam and beautiful and me I…ah fuck I’m rambling, point is... Jack’s just being super nice is all. I told him some things and he’s just making me feel good. Right Jack? We didn’t even have sex guys. Please stop this. There’s no way guys like you like women like me.” You continued to explain, not knowing what you just did to every man there but most of all Jack. He was speechless. This is what he was looking for. Somebody real and you were fucking adorable as you were clumsy. You had walked into the marble pillars a few times around the penthouse, making him chuckle, but this is what he found sexy.”

They all looked at Jack. “You didn’t hit it?” Trap Steve laughed. They all burst out laughing…and wouldn’t stop.

“Bro. You Jack Harlow did all this and you didn’t…let me stop.” Sunni said and was crying laughing.

“Don’t laugh at him.” You said mad “He fed me, gave me a bath…”

“We fed you too and wiped all the cum off and carried you.” Sunni said “Oh shit sorry Jack.” He said catching Jack’s face.

“Y/N who da fuck do you like?” Copelan asked you

PART 10

“Oh for fuck sakes. Is that what all this is about?” You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“I like all of you. Phil you’re a fucking sweetheart and have this way with women.”

“Told you dildos.” Phil said

“And Sunni, you’re so quirky and sexy.” You said

“Tell me something I don’t know.” He answered confidently

“And Copelan. Your eyes are so soulful they just pull me in.” You said looking at him

“Awwww…thanks” he answered shyly

“Trap, I have never laughed so hard. You’re good for the soul.”

“I’m good for a lot of other things too….maybe not” he said looking at Jack’s face

“Urban.” You said pausing and walking over to him making Jack squirm “Urban. We connected in a very real way.”

“Yes we did Y/N” Urban said looking longingly into your eyes

“But you’re Jack’s best friend and I couldn’t sorry.” You said sadly.

“Is that the only reason because we can work something out….maybe not.” He said looking over at his best friend

“And Jack” you said making your back to him almost tripping over a box, so you fell into his arms in not the best way but he loved it. “I am clumsy, I’m not a model, I don’t wear clothes you want me to wear, I’m not a girl-boss or whatever the fuck girls are running around saying when they sell hair extensions on Amazon, but I do really really would like to get to know you better if I can also have all your stupid best friends as my friends.” You were getting teary eyed looking up at him.

He leaned down to kiss you and all the guys cheered and whistled and clapped. “Ah fuck.” Phil said amongst all the cheers.

“Y/N that was the fucking sweetest thing I ever heard anyone say. Whatdya say guys? Can Y/N be with us? I mean me…and us? But no fucking them again especially Phil” he said kissing you again. “Now all you butt-holes clean this shit up.” He said looking around at the disaster in his living room.

“All this has made me sleepy. I’m going to take a nap.” You headed for the bedroom and they all looked at each other and looked at Jack.

“No.” Jack said

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Hi ! I was wondering if you could do a Steve Harrington x male reader where steve gets set up on a blind date by robin whenever you want or have time to ? Thank you!

Robin the Matchmaker

Pairing : Steve Harrington x Male reader

Tags: first date, first kiss, fluff, Friendship

Word count : 1263

So here he was fixing his hair again for the hundred times in the past hour and slowly going insane listening to robin talk about something. 

Steve has been on many dates with many different types of girls, His dates all went the same way he’d take them out somewhere sometimes to see a movie or dinner or he would take them to skull rock and just get down to the fun bit. However, they all had one thing in common they were all girls. However, after some self-reflection and talking with robin he came to the conclusion that he wouldn’t be against dating a guy. So, robin decided she would set him up on a blind date and wouldn't tell him anything. 

“Maybe you should cancel it” Steve interrupted Turing to face her 

Robin rolled her eyes “You’re not canceling and stop freaking out, I promise you’ll like him” 

“What if he turns out to be a serial killer and I get murder then my death will haunt you for the rest of your life because you forced me on a date, what will you tell Dustin?” 

Robin stared at him 

“Are you finished”  

“...yes”  

“Okay, first of all Y/N isn’t a serial killer I'm pretty sure he rescues lost kitten from trees on the weekend, second of all how the hell did we not know you were queer earlier with how dramatic you are and third of all if Y/N did murder you probably deserved it.” Robin Lectured sitting up from lounging on his bed and picking up his jacket and offering it to him. 

Steve accepted the jacket “Where are we meeting again”  

“Lou’s diner” 

“Why so far?” Steve asked whilst making final adjustments to himself 

 “Steve has all that Farrah Spray made you stupid, did you forget where we live?” robin scolded “Lou’s is out the way so not many people go there, and I've met Lou before he’s nice and he doesn’t care who you’re with, now go” 

Robin stands and practically drags Steve out of his room and down the stairs to his own front door and pushes him out of it. 

“Bye have fun” Robin says closing the door 

Steve attempts to stop her from closing the door on him but fails "robin wait-”.  

Steve parks his car and gets out as he approaches, he whispers to himself before opening the diner door "You can do this”. 

The diner is pretty much empty aside from one lone person sitting in a booth facing away from the door he doesn’t turn around as the door chimes. This must be the guy then. Did it just get hotter in here or is it just him? He makes his way over and tries not to throw up. 

“Hey Harrington, you made it” The guy greets him as he slides into the other side of the booth  

Steve finally gets to see him properly and Jesus Christ he’s pretty “Hey, Robin practically pushed me out the door” 

The guy laughs and Steve falls in love with him. He needs to thank robin when he goes home.  

“Yeah, that sounds like her”  

After the laughter dies down an awkward silence falls over the booth, Steve needs to break it, so he asks where Y/N knows robin from. 

“We were in band together before I graduated”  

“When did you graduate?” 

Y/N looks at him with the same look robin gives him when he’s said something stupid, and she can’t believe it. 

“Steve... We graduated at the same time; we were in the same year” Y/N explains  

There is no way in hell, Steve wouldn't remember someone as pretty as Y/N, sure Steve stuck to the popular crowd but surely -actually the more he thinks about it the more he believes it. 

“Oh shit, I really was an asshole in high school, wasn’t I?”  

“Absolutely but you must have changed otherwise Robin never would have befriended you” Y/N answers with a smile 

They are interrupted by tall man in an apron, this must be Lou Steve thinks looking at him 

“What can I get you kids”  

They both look at the menu then Steve answers first “Can I have the burger and fries with a coke” 

Lou turns towards Y/N “And for you”  

“Could I get F/N with a D/N please” 

“Sure, I'll bring them over” Lou says before walking away and leaving them alone again. 

“So, Steve I’m dying to know, who made Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington have a queer awakening?” Y/N said leaning forward slightly across the table 

“Han Solo, Robin forced me to watch all of the Star Wars films with her a couple months ago and I've not been the same since” 

“That checks out” Y/N grinned whilst looking at him. 

Steve hopes he’s not blushing, is this what all his dates feel like because he’s starting to feel bad for them if they do. The Constant butterflies every time he gets Y/N to laugh might kill him. Robin would definitely never let that go. 

“So, tell me more about this new mature Steve who’s not the same asshole from high school, Robin said you have kids?” 

With a smile Steve tells him about Dustin and the rest of them minus some things, they spend the rest of evening trading stories and laughing. Lou comes by during this and drops off their orders before leaving again. Steve swears he winked at him when he told them to enjoy their meal. 

It’s much later in the night when Steve offers to drive him back home and Y/N accepts. They drive in comfortable silence until they reach the road Y/N lives on. 

“You know what Harrington? "Y/N questions looking over at him from the passenger seat 

“what”  

“I had fun today” 

“Me too” Steve replied pulling to a stop outside Y/N's house “we should do this again sometime” 

“I’d like that”  

They both sat in silence waiting, this would normally be where Steve would be charming and swoop in for the kiss, but he couldn’t. Do you kiss a guy the same way as a girl or is it different? What if he messed it up and Y/N hates him.  

Just as Steve begins to spiral, he looks over to see Y/N with his eyebrows drawn together thinking. Steve is just about to ask him if hes okay, when Y/N looks at him and nods to himself. Y/N leans over and presses a light kiss to Steve's lips.  

Steve freezes and his brain goes blank, Y/N's lips are warm and soft, and Steve never wants to feel anything else again, he feels as Y/N starts to pull away and kicks himself, he needs to kiss back so he does, He brings his hand up to Y/N's cheek to keep him close. Y/N parts his lips slightly allowing Steve tongue to slip inside. 

When they finally pull apart it's only because they need to breathe. 

Y/N smiles at him then gets out with a slam of the car door, He ducks slightly and speaks through the rolled down window  “Goodnight, Steve”   

He replies smiling and with a wave “night”  

With one last wave from Y/N walks away from the car and heads inside. 

Steve can’t keep the grin off his face as he drives home or when he finally arrives and walks in spotting Robin longing on his sofa. She looks over at him and can barely contain her excitement. Steve takes the spot next to her and she explodes. 

“Tell me everything, how do you feel?”  

“ gay really fucking gay”  

#x male reader #stranger things x male reader #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x male reader #x male!reader

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The Chief’s Daughter

Summary: It had been six years since your father left you behind in New York. However, now that your mother was gone, you had no choice but to drive to Hawkins to find him. That's where you meet Billy Hargrove, who turns your life upside down... literally.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: language, blood

Previous Chapter

Chapter 7-

The Mustang wouldn't start. Probably a broken radiator if you had to guess which was why you found yourself following the train tracks through the woods with Steve Harrington and a bunch of kids.

"Tell me again, why we're going after this Demogorgon?" You asked, breaking the silence.

"Because they're crazy, that's why." Max responded and you found yourself agreeing with her.

These guys were crazy. This whole situation was crazy and it might be the concussion that was definitely still effecting you, but you were still having trouble believing what you had just seen.

The kids had the audacity to look offended by the redhead's response, but none of them had the chance to say anything in defence before a voice suddenly shouted in the distance.

"Hello? Who's there?!" The male voice called out, causing you all to stop in your tracks. "Who's there?!"

"I know that voice." Steve whispered, motioning for the rest of you to follow as he took the lead and within a minute you found yourself walking out the woods towards a tall wire fence that surrounded the Hawkins lab.

Wait, was this the lab that El escaped from? It had to be.

You were so focused on the large building behind the tall fence that you didn't even notice the car parked in front of the closed gate or Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers staring at the group of you in confusion.

"Steve?" They both question in utter shock.

"Nancy?" Steve replied with equal amounts of shock.

"What are you doing here?" Nancy questioned.

"What are you doing here?" Steve questioned back as you all walked over to them.

"We're looking for Mike and Will." She answered like it was meant to be obvious.

"They're not in there, are they?" Dustin asked, pointing towards the lab beyond the fence.

"We're not sure."

As if on cue, familiar growls echoed through the still night air. The growls came straight from the lab. Dart had gone to the lab and by the sound of it, there were other Demogorgons there too.

Nancy glanced over at you and frowned a little like she only just realised you were there before her head snapped towards Steve.

"Isn't that the new girl from school? She shouldn't be here and why is she covered in blood?"

Steve glanced over at you, his eyes flashing up to the cut on your forehead before turning back to Nancy, "she's the Chief's daughter and she saved our lives."

"And she killed two Demogorgons." Dustin added.

"Seriously?" Nancy and Jonathan both asked in surprise.

You opened your mouth to respond, but didn't get the chance when suddenly the power seemed to get switched on, the laboratory lighting up before the tall electronic fence began to open.

"Finally. Jonathan, c'mon." Nancy quickly said, rushing over to her car.

"Whoa, wait, wait-"

"We're going to see what's going on. Wait here." She said, cutting Steve off before she climbed into the car and sped off through the gate towards the building.

"What do we do now?" Lucas asked, watching the car drive off.

Steve just shrugged his shoulders, "I guess we wait."

You leant against the side of the fence, your head still thumping while you mentally started to tally up how much it would cost to fix the Mustang, but that was just making your head hurt worse, so you quickly stopped thinking about it.

A few minutes later, two headlights came speeding back towards the gate and you watched in confusion as Nancy's car sped straight past before the second car skidded to a halt in front of you all.

It took you a solid five seconds before you realised that it was the Chiefs vehicle and then took you another few seconds before realising that Hopper was in the driver's seat.

He rolled the car window down and shouted at you all to get in, but had to do a double take when he saw you standing with the others.

Hopper was here. He was still here... he hadn't just taken El and left town. He hadn't abandoned you like you thought he had.

Steve was quick to open the back door and the kids all piled inside before he followed, leaving you with the passenger seat and you reluctantly climbed inside. You could feel your fathers eyes glued to you, but you just stared out the side window while he tapped the car into gear and sped off away from the lab.

"What are you guys doing here? What happened to you?" Hopper questioned and without looking you knew the last part was aimed at you.

"What happened to me? What happened to you?!" You snapped, turning to glare at him.

"Huh?"

"You've been gone for days. You left me again! I thought..." You trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud, but the by the sudden guilty expression that washed over him, he knew what you meant.

"Shit, kid. I wouldn't just pack up and leave you." He said causing you to chuckle almost hysterically.

"That is rich coming from the man that abandoned me six years ago."

"Y/N, I didn't-"

"Didn't what?" You challenged, turning in your chair to face him. "You abandoned me."

"I loved you." He responded, sparing a glance at you before focusing back on the road as he drove.

"That was love?"

"Yes. Yes, it was."

"Oh, okay. Then why did you leave?" You asked, aware that Steve and the kids were listening, but you didn't care.

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"If you loved me so much, why weren't you there? Why did you leave me?"

"I tried." He argued, his hands tightening around the steering wheel as he spoke. "I always tried-"

"You weren't there. You were never fucking there! You left! Sara died and you fucking left!"

"Enough!" Hopper shouted, raising his voice louder than you had ever heard it causing you to flinch before he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

Nobody said anything for the longest time, the car eerily silent. You lifted your legs up and hugged your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top and stared out the window.

"Look, I'm sorry for raising my voice." Hopper eventually said after a few minutes of tense silence. "That's a lot of blood on your face. How badly are you hurt?"

"Like you care." You muttered under your breath, keeping your head turned to the window.

Hopper sighed and you tensed ready him to start yelling, but instead he glanced to the others through the revision mirror and spoke to them.

"Harrington, you wanna tell me why you kids were at the lab? And why my daughter is bleeding from the head?"

"We were following Dart." Dustin answered.

"What?"

"A small Demogorgon. We were following a Demogorgon." Steve quickly clarified.

"You were what?!" Hopper questioned in shock. glancing over his shoulder at them.

"Y/N already killed two of them." Max added.

You felt your fathers eyes back on you, but you kept looking out the window before he sighed.

"Jesus Christ. Okay, is anyone else hurt?" He asked, turning the car onto the main road.

"Uh, no, no, we're all okay." Steve answered, after looking over all the kids to double check. "Y/N probably has a concussion though."

There was no probably about it. You definitely had a concussion, you knew that for certain. But were you going to tell Hopper that? Absolutely not.

"Okay. We're going back to the Byers and I'll explain everything there."

After that, nobody said anything else and you continued to stare out the side window in silence until the car pulled up in front of what you assumed was the Byers house and you all climbed out.

You sat on the couch while Mrs. Byers applied a couple butterfly bandages to the cut on your forehead, the others all discussing and explaining what was happening. You found out about the Mind Flayer that had apparently taken over Will Byers and that there was a gate to the Upside Down open in the lab along with a bunch of tunnels under Hawkins? You honestly weren't sure if any of that was correct, your concussion making it really hard to focus at this point.

"She going to be alright?" Hopper asked, walking over to you and Joyce.

"She definitely has a concussion, but the bleeding has stopped. She'll be fine." Joyce reassured and Hopper physically relaxed hearing those words. "Why didn't you tell me that you had a daughter, Jim?"

"Don't take it too hard. He never told anyone about me." You said, speaking up for the first time.

Hopper glared at you, but didn't say anything in response before he turned to Joyce, "can I have a minute alone with her?"

Joyce nodded before quickly packing up her small first aid kit and walking away, leaving Hopper standing in front of you, his eyes glued to the butterfly bandages with an uneasy expression.

"You should have been more careful."

You rolled your eyes, "I saved their lives."

"Yeah, and you could have lost your life doing it." He snapped, anger staring to rise in his voice.

"Like you'd give a shit anyway." You mumbled softly to yourself.

"Can we not do this?" He asked, motioning between the two of you. "We got bigger things to deal with instead of this petty arguing, okay? Can we both just agree to be adults right now?"

You wanted to argue, but knew he was right. The Mind Flayer had taken control of Will Byers and once the boy wakes up the Mind Flayer will know exactly where you all were and would be coming. That was the thing you needed to be focused on.

"Yeah."

Hopper nodded, "okay, good. Where's El?"

You frowned in confusion. Wait, he didn't know where El was? How could he not know?

"I thought she was with you... she was gone the same day you were."

"Shit." Hopper sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.

In the end, it was decided to take Will out to the garden shed where the Mind Flayer wouldn't be able to pinpoint your location. Joyce, Jonathan, Mike and Hopper would try and get through to Will in hopes the boy knew how to kill the Mind Flayer.

The rest of you waited impatiently before Hopper discovered that Will was trying to talk through morse code and after some messing around, the words 'CLOSE GATE' was deciphered.

Will wanted you to close the gate. Would the Mind Flayer die if you closed the gate?

"Close the gate in the lab and the Mind Flayer dies? Is that what the kid is trying to tell us?" You asked from where you were sitting at the table with an icepack to your forehead.

"I think-" One of the kids began to say before the house phone began to ring loudly.

"Shit, shit." Dustin swore, sprinting across the room and hanging up the phone.

"Do you think he heard that?" Max asked, glancing through the window to the garden shed.

"It's just a phone. It could be anywhere. Right?" Steve asked hesitantly.

You opened your mouth to try and reassure the group before the distant growls of Demogorgons echoed from outside.

Yep, the Mind Flayer definitely knew where you all were. Shit.

A few seconds later, Jonathan, Joyce and Mike rushed back into the house. Will unconscious in his brothers arms as Jonathan laid him down on the couch before Hopper closed the door behind himself now holding what looked to be some kind of bolt-action rifle.

"Hey, get away from the windows!" He instructed, looking at the kids.

They all quickly listened and jumped away from the windows while everyone looked around in panic not knowing what to do.

"You remember how to use this?" Hopper asked, holding the rifle towards you.

You nodded taking the gun and checking the chamber before actioning bolt on the side and aiming at the front door.

Steve was quick to grab his spiked baseball bat, Hopper with an assault rifle, Lucas with his slingshot and you were pretty sure Mike had picked up a candle holder or something, but you kept your focus on the front door as the growls of the Demogorgons grew closer and closer.

You rested your finger over the trigger, looking down the open sights as you took in a few deep breaths waiting for the monsters to break through the front door or windows, but it never happened.

The growls of the Demogorgons quickly turned to pained yelps and a second later one of the monsters crashed through the front window, landing in the corner of the room, unmoving.

What the fuck?

Slowly, Hopper walked over to it, nudging the creature with his boot, but it still didn't move. The Demogorgon was dead.

The front door creaked and you spun around, stepping in front of Max and Dustin protectively with the gun raised just as the door flew open and your eyes widened when El stepped inside.

Blood was dripping from her nose and it wasn't hard to figure out that she had killed the monster, but what you were mainly focused on was the new look she was rocking. Her hair was slicked back with gel and had black eyeliner on. It was different, but hey, you were pretty sure most girls went through this kind of phase at some stage.

"Eleven." Mike whispered, stepping forward as you lowered the rifle with a sigh of relief.

"Mike." El replied, the two of them meeting halfway and hugging.

You smiled softly at the young love before they pulled apart and El looked over at you, her eyebrows furrowing in concern when she saw the dry blood down the side of your face.

"Hurt." She said, walking over to you.

"Nah, kid. I'm fine."

She didn't believe you and you figured it was probably her powers and she was able to tell that you weren't exactly 'fine', but before she could say anything else you hugged her.

Hopper walked over to the two of you with a relieved expression and he tried to sound angry as he spoke, but you knew he wasn't. "The hell is this? Where have you been?"

El let go of you and turned to face him, "where have you been?"

Hopper didn't answer and instead he pulled the girl into his chest and hugged her. There was a weird little pang in your heart watching the small display of affection between them. A small part of you longed for a hug like that from your father, but at the same time, you knew you would push him away if he tried.

"You've been hiding her?" Mike asked, but it was clear the boy had already figured it out. "You've been hiding her this whole time!"

Mike shoved Hopper in the back causing him to turn around with a stern expression.

"Hey! Let's talk. Alone."

With that, Hopper pulled Mike to one of the spare rooms while El reunited with her friends and you sat back down at the table and grabbed the icepack you had been using earlier.

"You doing okay?" Steve asked, sitting down in the chair beside you.

"Peachy." You mumbled, pressing the icepack to your pounding forehead.

"That was, uh, a pretty heated conversation in the car with the Chief."

"Yeah, well, we don't exactly get alone."

"Yeah, I kinda put that together." Steve replied, glancing over his shoulder just as Mike and Hopper walked back into the room.

El announced that she could close the gate, but before she could do that, they needed to get the Mind Flayer out of Will.

The Mind Flayer apparently liked cold temperatures. So, Joyce, Nancy and Jonathan were going to take Will to the cabin and heat the place up like a sauna to get it out of the kid and Hopper was going to take El to lab and once Will was free, she would close the gate.

The rest of you were on strict instructions to stay in the Byers house and wait for them to come back. That was it and you weren't complaining. 

Steve and Dustin were currently trying to shove the dead Demogorgon into Mrs. Byers fridge because the kid claimed it was for science and Steve couldn't seem to say no to him.

You moved from the kitchen table to the couch in the main room and laid down with the icepack resting on your forehead. Max sat on the floor, leaning against the couch and talked with you because Hopper had intrusted them to not let you fall asleep with a concussion and Max was making sure of that.

"So, what's the deal with you and Billy?" She asked randomly. "I haven't seen him act like he does around you since... well, ever."

"What do you mean act the way he does around me?"

Your eyes were closed because the lights in the room were way to bright, but you weren't asleep, not with Max constantly asking you questions.

"He acts... he's happy. He's happy around you, I mean, I have never seen him smile so much and since he met you, he's been less of an asshole. Well, he's still an asshole, I think all brothers are, but he's not angry or mad at the world since he met you."

Her words hit hard and you opened your eyes to look at her, but there was no sign of sarcasm on her face. She was dead serious. But, Billy had pushed you away earlier? He was a total dick and you knew it was because of his father, but it still hurt.

"So, are you dating my stepbrother?" She asked when you didn't say anything.

"No. We're friends... well, I don't know. We kinda got into a fight? I don't even know if it was a fight, but yeah, he probably doesn't want to see me anymore." You admitted, but Max instantly shook her head.

"That's total bull."

"What?"

"He likes you. And as stupid as my brother is, he wouldn't let a stupid fight get between you guys." Max insisted and you smiled softly at her determination.

"Y/N? I need some backup in here. These little shits want to go into the tunnels and draw the Demo-dogs to them." Steve's voice suddenly called from the other room.

"The fuck would they want to do that for?" You grunted, swinging your feet off the couch.

Max got to her feet as well and the two you joined the others who were in a heated debate about distracting the Demo-dogs so El could close the gate.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, lower the volume, my head is spinning." You instructed and the kids all instantly shut up and sent you an apologetic look. "Thank you. Now, listen to Steve. We are not letting you go into those tunnels."

"But we can't do nothing!" Mike shouted causing you to wince and he instantly lowered his voice and pointed at the drawing on the wall. "This is where the Chief dug his hole. This is our way into the tunnels and this, right here. This is like a hub. So, you got all the tunnels feeding in here. Maybe if we set this on fire-"

"Oh, yeah? That's a no." Steve said, cutting him off.

"The Mind Flayer would call away his army." Dustin said, ignoring Steve all together.

"They'd all come to stop us." Lucas added.

"We circle back to the exit and by the time they realise we're gone-" Mike continued to say.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! This is not happening." Steve shouted, clapping his hands and drawing their attention to him.

"But-"

"No, no, no, no. No buts. I promised I'd keep you shitheads safe and that's exactly what I plan on doing."

"Listen to him. This plan is a suicide mission, okay? El and the Chief can handle it." You said, backing him up before the familiar sound of a car engine revving came from outside. "Wait, is that..."

Max was already rushing to the window, recognising that car from anywhere.

"It's my brother. He can't know I'm here. He'll kill me."

"Shit." You sighed, leaning against the wall.

The last thing you wanted to do was talk to Billy after how the two of you ended things and especially not with your head hurting the way it was.

Steve must have noticed because he began walking towards the door and saying that he would get rid of Billy before he stepped out the front, closing the door behind himself.

"Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?"

"Yeah, it's me. Don't cream your pants." You heard Steve reply before he stepped off the front porch and you couldn't hear them talking anymore, so you retreated back to the kitchen to get some more ice before realising that everything had been removed from the fridge and freezer and replaced by the Demo-dog. Perfect.

A few seconds later, the front door slammed opened and you quickly looked out the kitchen window to find Steve now lying flat on his back by the Camaro. Shit.

"Well, well, well, Lucas Sinclair. What a surprise." Billy's voice said from inside the house. "I thought I told you to stay away from him, Max."

"Billy, go away." She responded.

You rushed out the kitchen to find him standing in front of Max and Lucas, his shoulders tense and you knew he was angry. He just got hit by his father because Max had runaway on his watch, of course he was going to be angry.

"I was going to take her home." You called out, announcing your presence.

Billy spun around quicker than you thought possible, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion before he saw the dried blood on the side of your face and butterfly bandages on your forehead.

He rushed over to you in an instant, his hand cupping the side of your face as he gently tilted your head to the side so he could see the damage properly.

"I'm okay. Billy. Seriously, I'm okay." You whispered.

"You don't look okay. The fuck happened? Why are you here? Why is Max here with these boys and Harrington?" Billy questioned, not taking his eyes off the cut. "That nearly needs stiches."

"It's fine." You reassured, but it was clear he didn't believe you.

Steve rushed back into the house, breathing heavily as his panicked eyes searched the room before they landed on you and Billy and he instantly relaxed.

"Hey, man, listen-"

Steve didn't get to finish whatever he was saying as he gently grabbed Billy's shoulder which was a bad idea because a split second later, he turned around and slammed his fist into the side of Steve's face.

The guy stumbled back at step, not expecting the hit, but quickly recovered and punched back just as hard.

Billy grunted when Steve's fist hit his nose, blood instantly starting to fall from it. To your surprise, Billy began to laugh almost hysterically as he stood up straight and faced Steve.

"Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh? I've been waiting to meet this King Steve that everybody's been telling me so much about."

"Get out." Steve ordered, pushing Billy's chest firmly.

Billy let himself be pushed back as he stared at Steve, but you didn't miss how his hand tightened into a fist by his side and you knew what was about to happen. This was not going to end well. 

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He’s tall. Beautiful, in a sort of detached way: dark hair falling past his eyes, sharp cheekbones, golden skin glowing under the sun. And there’s just something about him that’s so visibly unsettling; Steve has to squint to focus on him, lest his sight goes blurry around the edges.

“Eleven,” the man says. His voice is low, a rumbling comfort. “You probably don’t remember me.”

“I don’t,” she agrees readily. 

The man takes a step closer, and Steve represses a shiver. “My name is Sebastian,” he says, “but Papa called me Five.”

El stills. So does Steve, and Jonathan, and everyone else in the room—the air goes numb, falling onto the ground with an almost audible thump.

Holy shit, Robin mouths to him.

Which, yeah. Holy shit. The past week has been a whole new kind of hell: the Upside-Down coming back with vengeance, Eddie nearly torn to pieces, Max—Max. God, Steve can barely wrap his head around it. It doesn’t matter how many times he sees her—every time feels like the first time. How is Steve supposed to live with Max’s unexistence?

And now this guy comes out of nowhere, after the fight of their lives, to reveal himself as fucking Five. It’s almost too coincidental. It feels, and Steve knows he’s not alone in thinking this, like a trap.

“Prove it.”

Sebastian (Five?) raises an eyebrow. “Prove it?”

El nods. “Yes,” she says. “Prove that you’re like me.”

Sebastian opens his mouth, then closes it. “Hm.”

“What, so you can’t do it?” Dustin asks. Steve has to curl his fingers into a fist to resist slapping the back of Dustin’s head. Jesus, the kid is way too cocky. One day it’s going to get him killed, but for now—

For now, Sebastian simply smiles. He glances at the hospital door, then at Steve, a familiar glint in his eyes—warm, amused, like they’re both in on the joke. But Steve is not laughing. Should Steve be laughing?

“I don’t know if it’s a smart idea,” Sebastian says. “I want you to be on my side, you see.”

“If you want to be on our side, we need to know what you can do,” Mike says evenly. He positions himself in front of El and Will. After a pause, he adds, “Or what you can’t.”

Yeah, Steve really needs to have a talk with the kids about self-preservation.

“Alright.” Sebastian straightens up, cracks his knuckles. He smiles, sharp this time, something in his gaze darkening. “Don’t freak out, okay?”

“Why would I—”

“Sit,” Sebastian says. 

Mike sits.

“Stand.”

Mike stumbles back to his feet.

“Do a jumping jack.”

And Mike jumps.

Sebastian places a hand on Mike’s shoulder, and the younger boy settles, eyes wide and face pale. “I’m persuasive,” he says. “That’s my thing.”

“What the fuck,” Mike says, taking a step back. His hands are shaking. Steve thinks his are too because what the fuck. He shares a look with Robin, Did you see that? She blinks back at him: Holy shit. “What the fuck just happened?”

“Told you not to freak out.”

“Okay,” Jonathan cuts in. His eyes are narrowed. “Okay, we believe you.”

“Persuasive?” El says, rolling the word around her tongue. “You didn’t get that from One.”

“Right,” Sebastian says. “I have no idea what that means.”

“Like the number,” Steve finds himself saying. It’s strange—something compels him to Sebastian; he wants the other man to look at him, to give him his full attention. And now he’s talking, and he’s got to figure out what he’s trying to say. “Like, you know, you’re Five? And he’s—uh, four people before you. And he’s kind of the source of power or something.”

Robin sends him a thumbs up, which means That’s right. He thinks. It’d be embarrassing to be wrong.

“One,” Sebastian repeats to himself. “But One doesn’t exist.”

El shakes her head. It’s a muted thing—the memory of El saying he’s dead flits through his mind—as she takes a deep breath and says, “Papa lied.”

“Yeah,” Steve says. “That. And now he’s going to end the world, so. I guess it’s a good thing you’re here?”

Sebastian closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You know, I kind of guessed the end of the world thing on my own.”

“Is that why you came?” Mike asks. He’s gotten over the shock, and is leaning forward in curiosity again. Steve doesn’t know how he does it, shake the unnatural off like he’s born clean and anew each time, and it digs at him a little—how much shit do these children have to be thrown into that they can just stand up again, dust their knees off and walk away?

Too much, is the answer. Even a little bit is too much.

“Well, yeah.” Sebastian runs his fingers through his hair. “Honestly, I thought something was happening with the lab.”

“Kind of,” Mike says. “Long story short, there’s a nightmare dimension that’s merging with our world now.”

“That…sounds like a long story, yeah.”

“Okay,” Robin says. She claps her hands together. “Okay, anyway, what this means is that now we have Eleven and Five, which is good, right? Like yay! Two against one. That’s, like, so much better for us.”

“Two,” Sebastian says.

“I’m pretty sure one plus one equals two,” Robin says.

Sebastian throws Steve another glance—which, what does that mean, even?—then nods. “Okay. And I’m going to—what? Tell him to stop?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Dustin says, confident. “But for now, you can, I don’t know. Chill out.”

“Wait.”

Steve whirls around: Lucas, whose hand rests on Max’s, looks up at them with a determined look in his eyes. And it’s an immediate thing—he knows. He just knows. Because he’s watched Lucas grow up, taught him to play basketball, drove him to and from the hospital so he could be with Max. He knows what Lucas wants.

“Actually, there is something you can do.”

“Now?”

“Now,” Lucas says. He gives Max’s hand a squeeze, then stands up. “Can you ask her to wake up?”

Mike presses his lips together, and a pained expression crosses his face. An expression that, Steve guesses, is reflected on his own. There is something to be said about how tightly Lucas and Max hold onto each other, how Lucas comes by everyday, always hoping that one day she’ll open her eyes. 

This something pulsates between them; Sebastian must see it too, this terrible hope. He says, gently, “I can try. I can try, but I don’t know if it’ll work.”

“Okay,” Lucas says. “Try it.”

Steve shuffles to the side, giving Sebastian a clear path to the bed. He watches as Sebastian walks over, closes his eyes and presses his fingers to her forehead. Inhales deeply. “Wake up,” he commands.

Nothing happens.

And it’s only when nothing happens that Steve realizes he had been hoping for some miracle—that a part of him was waiting for it to work, for Max’s eyes flutter open. Steve digs his nails into his palm. Look: Max is as white as the sheets, her red hair the last vibrant thing about her. She looks—she looks dead.

“I’m sorry,” Sebastian says, and he sounds it.

Lucas presses his lips together, eyes wet, and shakes his head. “Nah, it’s fine. It was a gamble, anyway.”

They know, though, that it’s not fine. God, and it’ll never be fine again, will it? It hits Steve, all of a sudden, how hopeless everything seems. Even if they do kill Vecna, there’s no guarantee that Max will wake up again. That Eddie will wake up again. Max, who is young and bright and beautiful; Eddie, who is louder than life, a wildfire in his own right.

That’s not fair.

That’s not fucking fair.

“Listen,” Sebastian starts, then pauses. He says, very slowly, “I didn’t escape alone.”

“What does that mean?” Jonathan asks.

“Well, when I ran, my job was persuading people to let us through. Persuading the people I could reach, anyway. But Seven—” he meets Steve’s eyes for a second before looking back at Jonathan “—Seven’s job was healing me.”

The room falls silent.

“Healing?” El repeats.

“I mean,” Sebastian says, “I don’t know if it works for comas, but that could be worth a shot, right?”

“And this Seven, you can get them here?” There’s a half-wondrous, half-crumpled look on Lucas’ face, like he wouldn’t be able to bear it if the answer isn’t an affirmative.

“I can,” Sebastian promises.

Lucas exhales shakily and stumbles forward, pulling Sebastian into a hug. “Thank you,” he says, voice muffled into Sebastian’s shoulder. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“I can’t guarantee that it’ll work,” he warns.

“But it’s better than anything we’ve got at the moment,” Will says, and there’s a ghost of a smile on his face, and god, it’s been so long since any of these kids got news that wasn’t absolutely devastating. Steve feels something in him settle at the sight.

“So how do we do that?” Steve says. “Where can we find this guy?”

Sebastian looks out of the window. The afternoon light rests on his cheekbones, and he looks angelic, almost. He looks like coming home.

“We can go now,” he finally says. “If you come with me.”

Robin frowns. You?

Steve shrugs, then asks, for good measure, “Me?”

“You can drive, right?”

“So can I,” Jonathan says.

“No, he’s fine,” Sebastian says. He begins walking through them, towards the door. “Come on.”

Which, like, he’s not a dog. But this is Max’s life on the line, so Steve wriggles his fingers at Robin (What am I doing?), and says, to the room, “Guess I’ll be back—when will we be back?”

Sebastian’s hand is on the knob. He doesn’t turn around when he says, “Very soon, actually.”

“I’ll be back very soon,” Steve says, jogging up to Sebastian.

The moment the door closes behind them, Sebastian catches Steve’s wrist. “Steve, right?”

“Um.” He tries shaking his hand free, but Sebastian is strong—freakishly strong. If that’s another one of his powers, maybe they have a better chance against Vecna than he thought. “I don’t think I told you my name.”

“You did,” Sebastian says, even though they met five minutes ago and definitely did not exchange names. He pulls Steve down the corridor. “Let’s go to the bathroom.”

“Like, together?” Steve is so confused.

“Yes, like together.”

It barely takes them a second before they’re pushing through the doors of the bathroom. It’s empty, cold, and Steve realizes that they’re all alone. “Dude,” he says. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I compel people,” Sebastian says, apropos of nothing.

“Yeah, I think we’ve established that,” Steve says. In his head, he thinks, Shit, he’s going to kill me. Which is a normal thing to think, considering that he’s nearly died at least five times before the age of twenty-one.

“And,” Sebastian says, squeezing his wrist, “everything I did, I did because I thought it was right. That it was safe. You get that, right?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay.”

Sebastian lets go of Steve, who stumbles backwards, hitting the sink. “Sebastian?”

“Okay.” Sebastian rolls his shoulders back, and lifts a finger to tilt Steve’s chin up. They stare at each other: Sebastian’s eyes are a light brown, the kind that haunts Steve in his dreams. “And I’m sorry, okay? I really am. About everything I’ve done and everything I will do.”

None of these makes sense. Steve opens his mouth, ready to ask What are you talking about, but—

“Seven,” Sebastian says, voice echoing. “I need you to remember.”

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Eddie Munson ~ Sonnet 18

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Tall Male!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Mild language

a/n: If I told you about the kind of week I've been having you would probably not believe me.  But before I get into that, here it is, the Eddie Munson x Male!Reader requested from my Wattpad.  As you all know, I was traveling.  Well, the good news is I arrived safely.  The bad news is literally days after arriving, I get COVID.  I mean, it has been a whole whirlwind.  So, now I'm going through the worst part of this and have been feeling like I got hit by a train.  So, in short, I'm fighting for my life.  Anyway, I hope that everyone enjoys this one and can forgive me for taking so damn long to post it.  My next post will be a Steve Harrington oneshot!  As always, thank you all for the support!!!

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Ms. O’Donnell droned on about Shakespeare and his impact on literature as you twirled your pencil between your fingers. Usually, you paid attention. In every class, you were an A+ student and were even projected to graduate in the top ten percent of your class. But when you got to Ms. O’Donnell’s class, things were different. Although you enjoyed Shakespeare’s works, your attention was captured by something much more interesting – a head full of perfectly sculpted ringlets and a denim vest that looked like it had been to war and back. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and propped your head in your hand. Sitting just a few seats in front of you was Eddie Munson, the kind of man that would make anyone want to write poetry.

Since elementary school, you had shared at least one class with Eddie. Which meant that your crush on the boy started at a very young age. But he never gave you a second glance. You had always assumed that, just like everyone else, he believed you to be the quiet weird kid simply because you had good grades and paid attention in school. But he didn’t know the real you. The guy who drove a little too fast while blasting hard rock through the speakers of your beat-up Honda CRV. Eddie didn’t know the guy who spent an hour every day after school lifting weights to sculpt his body into that of the Greek Gods. Eddie didn’t know a thing. And instead of embarrassing yourself and making the first move, you resorted to side-long glances while passing the boy in the halls. That would just have to do. Because despite your confidence, you just couldn’t bring yourself to ask Eddie on a date, let alone tell him how you felt about him.

You continued twirling your pencil as you stared at Eddie. It didn’t matter how many times you saw the boy; you always found something new. It was like a game. And you were so invested in discovering something new about Eddie that you almost missed Ms. O’Donnell’s statement.

“You will have the week to complete the project before presenting it next Monday.”

Everyone let out a collective sigh that earned a chuckle from Ms. O’Donnell.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” she said, waving the class off. “But, lucky for all of you, this is a partner’s project.”

At that statement, you groaned while the rest of the class perked up in their seats. You were used to doing group projects by yourself, but that didn’t mean you enjoyed it. Ms. O’Donnell smirked.

“But you don’t get to choose your buddy. I do.”

The hushed chatter silenced as everyone stared at Ms. O’Donnell. She walked to her desk and picked up a piece of paper. Then, slowly but surely, she began to work her way around the classroom, pairing people together. Here and there, a student would grumble in disdain at their partner while you waited in anticipation. Then, finally, Ms. O’Donnell looked up from her paper and looked right at you.

“Mr. Y/N, you’ll be paired with Mr. Munson.”

It was as if time had stopped. Your heart began to beat like a race horse, and your body felt numb. In all the years you two had been in school together, you had never been paired to work together. Eddie had never even asked you for help on an assignment. You turned to face him, only to be met with his big brown eyes. He gave you a small smile, and you were a goner. You knew that there was no way you could work with Eddie. You could hardly pay attention in the classroom, and there was absolutely no way you’d be able to focus when it was just the two of you.

“Now,” Ms. O’Donnell began regaining your attention, “you’ll be discussing a piece of Shakespeare’s work. It can be a play or a poem. I don’t care. All I ask is that you make it interesting and have fun.”

With that, students began to rise from their seats to move by their assigned partners. But you didn’t move. Instead, you were trying to figure out a way to get around working one on one with Eddie. But while you were trying to formulate a plan, Eddie had already made his way to your desk. Your eyes were trained on the tile floor in front of you until a pair of beat-up white Reebok sneakers came into view.

“Y/N, right?” He asked.

You raised your head to look at him and had to reel in your emotions. For years you admired the boy from afar, and now he was standing directly in front of you. He was even more amazing up close. You could see little beauty marks on his fair skin that you never saw before. You were able to see the messy stitching on his denim vest and knew for a fact now that he did it himself. His lips were turned upward as he waited for you to answer him, but all you did was nod, unable to create a sentence. Eddie chuckled nervously as he grabbed a chair and pulled it up to your desk.

“I don’t think we’ve ever really been introduced before. I’m Eddie,” he said, straddling the chair.

You stared at him for a split second before finally gathering your wits and squaring your shoulders, your normal confidence returning.

“We’ve had at least one class together since elementary school,” you said, leaning in a little with a playful smirk. “I know who you are.”

Your sudden change of demeanor surprised Eddie, and you could see his cheeks turn a bright crimson.

“Right,” he said, nodding a little too furiously, “right.”

Neither of you said anything for a minute. Instead, you shared nervous glances and awkward giggles.

“So, do you-”

“I was thinking-”

Both you and Eddie spoke at the same time before falling into a fit of laughter. The sound was something you could never get used to, but you wanted to hear it over and over again. Eddie ran a hand through his curls and gestured toward you.

“You go first.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said with a light chuckle, “go ahead.”

You leaned back in your chair and folded your hands behind your head, stretching a little. Eddie’s eyes fell onto your toned arms, and you smirked.

“I was just gonna say I think we should do a poem.” You shrugged and sat up straight again. “It’ll be a little easier.”

“Okay,” Eddie said, his stare finally moving to meet yours. “Do you have one in mind?”

You chuckled.

“No, I don’t.”

Eddie looked down at his tapping foot before finally looking up at you and saying, “What about Sonnet 18?”

You froze for a second.

“You read poetry?”

Eddie didn’t cross you as the poetry reading type. He liked loud music and played the guitar in a metal band, and smoked marijuana. He wasn’t soft. He was hard and a little rough around the edges. Yet, he was suggesting a Shakespeare poem for your project. Eddie scratched his head and nodded.

“Yeah,” he began, “my uncle he, um, he has a few…poetry books?”

You raised your eyebrows in question.

“Poetry books?”

Eddie shook his head.

“Just, never mind. What do you think? Sonnet 18? You know, ‘shall I compare thee to a summer’s day’?”

You couldn’t help the way your heart swelled just slightly as you examined the boy in front of you. His head was dipped down a little, his messy curls covering most of the blush that graced his cheeks. He looked at you with eyes as innocent as a child, and all you could do was smile.

“Okay,” you said softly. “We can meet up today at my house if you want.”

You could almost visibly see Eddie relax at your suggestion. A wide grin spread across his face as he sat up a little straighter.

“Sounds perfect.”

It was cute how nervous he was around you. You wanted to make him blush almost as much as you wanted to hear him laugh again. Anything to see his bright brown eyes light up. So, you wrote down your address on a piece of paper, ripped it from your notebook, and handed it to Eddie. Your fingers just barely brushed over his as you gave him the paper. You could feel your heart jolt a little in your chest, and when you looked at Eddie, that beautiful blush was back on his cheeks, and you chuckled. The bell rang, and you gathered your things before turning to Eddie.

“I’ll see you later,” you said with a wink, then showed yourself out of the classroom.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. All you could think about was how later that day, you’d be alone with Eddie. There wouldn’t be a teacher or a class full of bored teenagers to act as a buffer. It would just be the two of you and the nagging urge to kiss is very plump lips. When the final bell of the day rang, you were nearly running to your car. Nervous energy was running through you like blood pumping through your veins. When you reached your car, you got in, turned it on, and turned up the radio. AC/DC’s “Shoot to Thrill” began blasting through the speakers just as you started to back out. People turned toward the sound of the music, and you managed to ignore most of their gawking until you turned and locked eyes with Eddie from across the parking lot. He was standing next to his van, and even from where you were, you could see his jaw a little slack as he stared at you while AC/DC thundered through your speakers. A smile tugged at your lips, and you just turned away before driving off toward your house.

By the time you reached your house, your anxiety was almost eating you alive. Despite your best efforts at relaxing on your drive home, nothing worked. So, you did the only other thing you could do. You changed into a pair of gym shorts, opened up your garage, flicked on your radio, and began lifting your weights. It was the only mind-numbing activity you could think to do to stop yourself from going crazy while you waited. After the first set of reps, you ended up pulling your top over your head, leaving you in just your shorts. Sweat glistened on your bare chest as you continued your workout. “The Number of the Beast” by Iron Maiden began to blare through the tiny speakers on your boombox, pushing you even harder than before. You went rep after rep until suddenly you heard the sound of a car door shutting. When you turned toward the sound, you were greeted by Eddie’s wide eyes. You grabbed a towel and wiped off your torso as you approached him.

“Holy fuck,” Eddie whispered a little too loudly, earning a light chuckle from you.

A smirk pulled at your lips. What you would do to hear him whisper that very same phrase into your ear over and over again. You wrapped the towel around your neck and held an end with each hand.

“What was that?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.

Eddie’s eyes snapped up to meet yours. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally said, “Nothing.”

He shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I, uh, I didn’t say anything.”

You stood in front of Eddie for another moment, letting the late afternoon sun and sweat on your chest create a shimmer effect on your skin. Eddie’s eyes traveled down the length of your body again, taking their time as they carefully examined every inch of exposed skin. You smiled as he deliberately checked you out.

“You want to head inside?” You asked, gaining Eddie’s full attention again.

He nodded before you turned and led him to your room. When you reached your small space, you walked straight to your dresser, leaving Eddie to gawk in the doorway.

“You can sit wherever,” you said, but Eddie didn’t make a move to sit. Instead, he did tiny circles as he took in his surroundings.

You didn’t lead on at school that you were anything but a good student. You didn’t advertise your music taste or show off your body, so by just looking at you, no one would know that you were a metalhead who took pride in his appearance. But once they walked into your bedroom, it would become evident. Hanging on your walls were posters ranging from Motley Crüe to Judas Priest, and sitting on your desk was a paper detailing a pretty strict workout regimen. After you grabbed a shirt from your dresser and your textbook from your desk, you turned and found Eddie sitting on the edge of your bed.

“I didn’t know you were into this kind of music,” he said, turning to watch you pull the shirt over your head. “Or that you were like,” he gestured toward you, “in great shape.”

You laughed, took a seat next to him, and leaned in a little.

“You also never asked.”

Eddie dipped his head, and that cute blush crept back onto his cheeks, making you smile. You so badly wanted to just grab him and kiss every inch of his red face, but you didn’t. Instead, you opened your textbook to Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18.

“Okay,” you began reaching down into your backpack for your notebook and pencil, “so I went ahead and began the analysis of the poem. I figured I’d just do the analysis, and maybe you could worry about the poster board? Or whatever way we’re going to present the poem.”

You put your pencil between your teeth and began flipping through your notes when Eddie chuckled.

“What?” You said, the word barely coming out audible with your pencil still in your mouth.

Eddie reached forward and placed a cautious hand on yours, and your breath caught in your throat, the pencil falling between you two. It was as if time stopped altogether as a series of shocks ran through your body. His hand was warm, and his fingers were rough, but he was soft and gentle. Every nerve ending in your body was on high alert as you stared into his eyes, brown like the sunlit bark of an oak tree. You could have stayed that way forever. Just sitting there in a comfortable silence with Eddie’s thumb drawing lazy circles on your hand. It didn’t matter that you had a project to do. All you wanted was to be with Eddie in every way imaginable. Eddie’s thumb stilled, and he gave your hand a light squeeze.

“I know you’re used to doing all the work by yourself, but I actually did some of the analysis too.”

You couldn’t remove your eyes from his face. He was so close. All you wanted to do was trace his every feature from the arch of his brow to the curve of his lips. Eddie never let go of your hand as he reached into his bag and pulled out a ratty notebook. He flipped a few pages before finally releasing his light hold on you and picked up the notebook with both hands. Eddie cleared his throat, and you could feel a shift in the air. His throat bobbled as he swallowed several times, and his hands looked as if they were shaking just slightly. He looked at you briefly before returning his eyes to his notebook.

“Sonnet 18 compares a young man to a summer day,” he said before swallowing again and looking up at you.

Your eyebrows raised, and a playful smirk pulled at your lips.

“You don’t say.”

Eddie gave you a knowing look.

“I wasn’t done.”

You chuckled and put your hands up in defense.

“Sorry,” you said, crossing your arms, “by all means, please continue.”

Eddie gripped his notebook a little tighter and squared his shoulders.

“Shakespeare wrote this poem to describe this, uh, this guy he likes. It was kind of like a,” he tilted his head back and forth, “confession of sorts. He doesn’t just say this guy he likes is handsome because that would be too boring. So, he says he’s beautiful like a summer day.”

Eddie shook his head, his curls bouncing around his face.

“No,” he said firmly before placing his notebook down and looking directly at you. “This guy is more beautiful than that. He glows brighter than the sun and lights up any room. He hides from everyone even though he’s actually really cool and hardcore. This guy, he doesn’t let things or people strip him of his beauty despite what they may say.”

Your lips parted as your heart began to beat so rapidly that you were almost certain it was going to beat right out of your chest. But you couldn’t say anything because Eddie huffed a sigh and continued.

“This guy is someone you can watch from afar for years because you’re too scared to make your move. You’re too scared to even say two words to him, but you secretly hope every day that he’ll look your way. He’s someone you can fall in love with before you even know a single thread of information about him.”

Your stomach was doing somersaults as you stared at Eddie. He was fidgeting with a frayed edge of his denim vest. You couldn’t help yourself as you reached forward and placed your hand over his to still his busy fingers.

“May I interject?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Eddie nodded.

“He’s also incredibly adorable, especially when he’s nervous. You know, this guy that Shakespeare is talking about.”

You gave a playful smile that Eddie reciprocated.

“Right, of course.”

You leaned in a little.

“He’s also creative and funny and smarter than he gives himself credit for.”

A hint of red blanketed Eddie’s face, and he looked down. You placed a finger under his chin and forced him to look up at you. The two of you just held the other’s gaze. You moved your hand to brush his hair behind his ear and let your hand linger for a split second longer than necessary. Your eyes darted down to look at his perfectly rounded lips. His tongue slid over the bottom one, and a tiny rush of electricity zinged through you.

“Are you gonna kiss me?” Eddie asked, causing you to look back into his eyes.

“W-what?”

“Because,” Eddie began, scooting a smidgen closer, making the gap between you two almost nonexistent, “if you’re second guessing yourself, just know I really want to kiss you right now.”

Your body felt numb at his words. For years you had dreamt of being in this exact position. Your hand on his and his face mere inches from yours. It was surreal, and you didn’t want to wait any longer. So, you leaned down and pressed your lips onto Eddie’s. He froze, body going rigid with surprise before melting into the kiss. Your lips moved against Eddie’s slow, but the kiss progressively grew urgent. Your hands traveled down the length of Eddie’s back until you were pulling him onto your lap. His legs straddled you, and his hands gripped your toned shoulders. Eddie’s arms snaked their way around your neck, deepening the kiss.

Every part of you was buzzing, and every place Eddie’s fingers grazed was lit aflame. You wrapped your arms around Eddie’s torso and, without breaking the kiss, fell back onto your bed. Eddie let out a small yelp and released your lips. You moved your hands to cup the back of his thighs, and he hovered over you on his elbows.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” you said, a little out of breath.

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed, “that makes two of us.”

A burst of confidence zipped through you, and you squeezed his legs.

“Oh, really?”

Eddie dropped his head into the crook of your neck, chuckling lightly before lifting it again to look at you.

“Uh, yeah. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. I always thought you were cute, but today when,” he motioned to your walls, “I realized we have a lot more in common than I thought, the feelings only grew.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you.

“I’m glad you only like me because of my music taste.”

A smile spread across Eddie’s face.

“Hey,” he said, poking your chest playfully, “music has a lot more pull than you think.”

The two of you started to laugh again. The sight of Eddie straddling you and the low rumble of his laugh against your chest was that of a dream. You could stay in that position for a thousand lifetimes if possible. But you knew you had a project to do. So, you nodded toward your discarded notebooks.

“Should we get back to work?”

“Actually,” Eddie said, drawing the word out, “I was hoping we could go get dinner.” He tilted his head to the side. “Like on a date.”

“Oh!” You exclaimed.

Within a matter of a day, you were kissing the boy you had a crush on and getting asked out on a date by him. Eddie bit his bottom lip and shrugged nonchalantly.

“If you want, you know?”

You knew that he was trying to play off his anxiety, and you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your lips. You brushed his hair behind his ear again and cupped his cheek.

“I’d love to, Eddie.”

You planted a sweet kiss on his nose before he peeled himself off you. Neither of you bothered to clean up your notebooks, leaving them strewn on the floor. Instead, you followed Eddie out to his van and jumped into the passenger seat. Eddie got behind the wheel and started digging through his pockets for his keys. You looked over at him and furrowed your eyebrows.

“So, do you actually read poetry, or was this whole thing planned?”

Eddie pulled his keys out and shoved them into the ignition with a laugh.

“Oh, yeah, no. I don’t know shit about Shakespeare. I was just trying to be romantic.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, nonetheless. Eddie leaned toward you with a smirk.

“Did it work?”

You tilted your head back and forth with an “Ehhh.”

Eddie threw his arms up but joined you when you started to laugh. You cupped his cheek and forced him to look at you again.

“I was joking. It was definitely very romantic.”

Eddie smiled so wide his eyes crinkled, and your heart jumped in your chest. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his for a long kiss before pulling back and allowing Eddie to drive off. Neither of you knew where you were going, but you didn’t care. As long as you were with Eddie, that’s all that mattered.  

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A lavender pin in his pocket

And the "mmm well, it never came up I guess" that Steve says to Eddie in the library is a coy call back to a few months ago, before Steve and Eddie become SteveandEddie.

He and Robin are at the Hideout to watch Corroded Coffin as they frequently do these days, to support their friend and give Steve an excuse to ogle Eddie without feeling as much of a creep like when they're just hanging out at home.

Robin knows her best friend's motivation and while she had been gentle in her teasing early on, the longer this crush keeps rolling on and Steve refuses to make a move the more the smirks and nudges become full eye rolls and loud exclamations of "yeah Eddie, it was a great show. Steve couldn't tear his eyes away from the stage!"

Steve's all glares behind Eddie's distractingly sweaty back while also drawing a thumb across his neck at an unimpressed and uncowed Robin.

Eddie turns those big Bambi eyes to Steve, fluttering his lashes to Stevie, thanking him for his precious patronage.

Steve's blushing because the dimples have also made an appearance and he reckons he's too young for heart palpitations, but the kids have told him enough times that he's an old man so maybe Eddie is just the way he's going to go. He silently sighs in acceptance, so be it.

Steve just says a simple "always" and knocks his shoulder against Eddie's. Raises his voice over the music to say he'll get them drinks before walking over to the bar. He knows the two are probably moving towards the nearest booth, but swears he feels the heat of being watched at the back of his neck.

Steve's at the bar, having given his order for a round of the piss-weak beer that is the Hideout's finest, when a tall and warm body slides in next to him. It's a guy Steve's seen when they've been here before. He's cute, wide eyes and long fingers though a little fair haired for his taste.

Because the thing is, between learning that it's okay to like the same sex in a grotty mall bathroom to an increasing desire to shove his hands down a certain metalhead's ridiculously tight pants, Steve has had his bisexual crisis and awakening. And if he could tell Robin--and truely believe--that it's okay for her to like girls. If he could encourage her to chase love ("53 minutes and 5 seconds, Robin!"), then why can't he do the same for himself.

So Steve has let himself look, he's let himself make eye contact and take up a little suggestive banter. Tonight won't be the first time he's engaged in some light-hearted flirting with a boy at the Hideout. Because, as it turns out, to dear Robin's shock -- there are gays in Hawkins, they are just very low-key and are more likely to visit clubs the town over or to outsider places -- like the Hideout.

Steve hasn't been hiding who he is and allowing himself to look and nearly touch for the first time ever has been freeing. Thrilling. Because Steve likes to flirt, like's the rush of his pulse speeding, the bashful turn of a profile, the bold stares back. It's fun.

But he hasn't taken it much further than that. And if he's truly honest, his heart hasn't really pounded or pulse truely sped up, but it's all still in good fun.

At the heart of the matter though, the reason he keeps it light with the blonde-haired boy at the bar is because of a little pin that he keeps on him at near all times. Burning in his pocket for another boy.

A metal pin of lavender for Eddie's new battle vest. Symbolising healing for a boy who faced down a hoard of demobats and devotation from a one-time jock and all-round babysitter hopelessly in love.

So the blond guy gets pretty close, but Steve eventually walks away, carefully carrying the glasses over to his friends. He dodges around one rowdy group to see Eddie's eyes trained on him in their u-shaped booth. Face straight, gaze heavy.

Steve raises his brows in confusion as he slides in across from him, pushing Robin away unceremoniously with his hip. She squawks, shooting him a dirty look because balance will never be her thing, but it doesn't compare to Eddie's face.

"What?" Steve asks, pushing Eddie's glass into his waiting palm.

"You and that guy were pretty close up there," Eddie's voice is so neutral as to be unnatural.

He's always humming, or hamming it up with a character's voice, calling out 'my leige' to a waiting Steve or 'my bodacious babe' to a snorting Robin. Even at the dead of night, the two of them lying in one of their beds, giving comfort in the face of the usual round of nightmares, his voice is low and soft. Careful like a delicate thing. But never neutral.

Eddie's gay so Steve is pretty sure this is not a homophobic moment. His heart starts that patter again at the thought that maybe, just maybe, Eddie might have been jealous.

While Steve may not have said it he has made his interest in men plain. And he's hinted as hard as he can to Eddie that he wants his interest to be confined to just the one. But Steve can't get a read on Eddie who is just as much of a flirt as he is and that little part of him who hears bullshit, you're bullshit doesn't know if he can risk blowing up their friendship.

So he simply shrugs, "he was cute."

"And you didn't mind that he was hitting on you," Eddie's eyes narrow.

Robin laughs, but her eyes are calculating. Their telepathy is at full power and he knows she's asking to out him, even though he's out already. But Eddie apparently still hasn't put together the clues Steve has left scattered about like blindingly gayconfetti. Steve rolls his eyes at her, permission given.

She leans a sharp elbow on Steve's shoulder, "well, that would be pretty hypocritical of him now, wouldn't it? What'd you say last week - nice ass?" She mimes sticking a finger down her throat, mock-gagging.

"You're gay?" Eddie looks like he's been hit by a demobat right in the face.

Steve shrugs carefully, keeping his gaze on Eddie. "I think you'd say, bi. But yeah, I like men."

"You never said," Eddie's voice is strangled. At least it's better than neutral.

"Mmm, well, it never came up I guess. It's not like I was keeping it a secret.” Steve smiles slightly into his beer, enjoying the emotions running riot over Eddie's expressive face. From amazement, to chagrin, to speculation.

"Oh look, there's that girl from that other night, I might just --" Robin's hand's conduct an invisible orchestra in the air before she clambers over Steve, elbowing him in the chest on the way out. He's mostly sure it was an accident.

It does take the wind out of his sails for a moment, but there's still that look on Eddie's face so he slides deeper into the booth until he's flush against his side.

They're the same height, but Steve's torso is a little longer, giving him the advantage. He moves closer, their noses nearly touching, those damn Bambi eyes looking up at him, making him stupid. He can feel the puff of Eddie's breath against his lips, slightly faster than sitting down warrants.

He licks his own as if to draw Eddie's breath into him and he'll be damned if the other boy doesn't follow the motion, eyes blowing out and lids a little heavier than before. Steve's a flirt so he knows the signs, knows when someone wants to kiss him. He's not making this up, Eddie wants to kiss him.

The thought makes his head that bit more fuzzier, quieting that insecure voice and giving rise to the want that is ever present in his life now. His want and need for this clever, brave, and beautiful man.

"Eddie," he whispers.

Eddie hums in response, questioning. One big question in those wide brown eyes.

And Steve wants to answer with a kiss, with a resounding motion of desire and love, but the Hideout is not the time or place. He's not that stupid.

Instead, he asks what's in his heart. What he wants to start them with, gently and with the knowledge that he can show Eddie his devotion.

"Will you go out with me?"

Eddie grins, swaying a little to him but not closing the distance. Eddie is not stupid either. Never stupid, Steve thinks. The smartest man he probably knows.

"I'd like that, big boy." He curls a length of hair around his finger, bringing it forward over his pretty dimples and beautiful smile. Steve grins in response, tugging the hair away to hook it gently behind his ear. He always wants to see Eddie, see all of him.

And right now won't be the time he kisses him, that will come. And maybe that pin stays in his pocket for a little longer, though not really as long as he tries. But this is that first honest moment in a long succession of many where Steve and Eddie are lost in each other.

This is in response to @hobbitharrington very cool post re Steve loving nature and flowers and gardening (which is why it starts referencing something else) ->

#flowers are steves love language #that pin sits above eddies heart #just think of a cute little flower pin amongst all the metal bands #steddie #stranger things