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matchmaking gone wrong (steddie)

“So,” Murray says, smarmy little smirk in place. Steve kind of hates him. “How long have you two been dancing around each other?”

“What?”

“Oh, come on, now,” he says. “Everyone can see it. Or, well, maybe they can’t, but I can. Small town boys, both fighting against the odds. Alternate dimensions bring people together in the strangest ways, don’t they?”

“Hey, now,” Steve objects, shooting a panicked glance next to him. Eddie hasn’t moved a muscle since Murray opened his big mouth. His pose reminds Steve of a frightened rabbit, frozen in the eye of a snake.

“Hey, now,” Murray mimics. “Real eloquent, Steve.” He says Steve like he’s saying something else. If he’s not careful, Steve is going to punch his fucking teeth in.“I gotta say, when I met you, you managed to take me by surprise. I really thought you were gonna be different. Small town rich boy, right? Big house, no parents, thought I knew the type. But you’ve managed to turn it on its head, haven’t you? Still, you’re lonely. Must be nice, having all those kids in your house. Less empty with them around. And Eddie here, too. I bet it’s real nice with him around.”

“Dude,” Steve says, prickling. He doesn’t know what eloquent means, or what that has to do with anything, but he really does not like what this guy is putting down. What business does this washed up mess of a conspiracy theorist have digging into Steve’s personal life? He chances another look at Eddie, who has unfrozen in favor of straightening up and glaring at Murray.

“What the fuck do you know?” he spits, vicious in the way he only ever is when he’s defending someone. Steve is touched, really.

“I know a lot,” Murray says, smile growing ever wider. “Like that you sleep in his bed, even though there’s…what, three perfectly good guest rooms here?”

“Two,” Steve corrects automatically. “The other one is Max’s.” Unofficially, of course, but she sleeps here enough that everyone else knows she’s claimed it. Technically it’s one and a half, given that Dustin is slowly taking over the one next to hers, but Ms. Henderson is actually responsible so he only stays the night occasionally. Robin just sleeps in Steve’s bed with them.

He realizes his mistake when Murray’s smile grows even wider. “Two!” He exclaims. “Two guest bedrooms, and yet you sleep in his bed, wake up next to him, end up with his pillow lines on your face. I bet it’s nice, huh? To have him soothe your nightmares, to fall asleep knowing he’s there. We like Steve, indeed. How could a man possibly resist? Tell me, Eddie, is that handkerchief in your pocket just for show? I’d have thought masochism was more your style.”

“Hey!” Steve barks. Eddie jumps next to him, and Steve puts his hand over his unthinkingly. Murray’s eyes track the movement, but Steve speaks before he can open his mouth.

“Not cool, man,” he says firmly. Eddie’s hand is trembling under his, and Steve thinks that Murray is lucky that he cares more about comforting Eddie than he does about punching the smug look off his fucking face.

“What’s not cool?” Murray asks. “Telling you two to get your shit together, for the betterment of us all?”

“You barely fucking know us,” Steve snaps. “There’s no ‘betterment of us all,’ Jesus. You can’t just…you can’t…” he lowers his voice, like he can protect Eddie from hearing it if he tries hard enough. “You can’t just out people, man. You should fucking know better.”

Eddie’s frozen again. Steve doesn’t look at him, instead staring Murray down like a challenge. The man does lose steam with that, wilting like a weed in the heat. “Ah,” he says. “I…ah, hell, I thought you knew.”

“What I know doesn’t mean shit if he’s not the one who told me,” Steve says. Eddie makes a sound, slowly sliding his hand out from under Steve’s. Steve lets him, resisting the urge to grab it back. He knows Eddie won’t run away from him, even if he wants to. “And what if you’d been wrong about me being cool, huh? Seriously man, aren’t you supposed to be smart or something? Act like it.”

Murray opens his mouth again, but Eddie interjects. “As fascinating and eye opening as this has been,” he says, clapping his shaking hands together, “I need to be gone, like, before this conversation ever happened. I appreciate your attempt to get me into golden boy’s pants over here, really, but, uh, yeah. I think the whole being straight thing kind of puts a damper on that, don’t you?”

“You’re straight?” Steve blurts out, hurt and embarrassed all at once. Well, shit, there goes whatever Steve thought they were hurtling towards. And after Steve just confessed he thought Eddie was gay. Is that discrimination? He’s going to kill Robin, dammit, she’s the one who pointed out Eddie’s hanky in the first place.

“What?” Eddie asks. “No, you are.”

“I am?”

“Yes!”

“Uh,” Steve says, extremely confused. Is Eddie coming out as straight for him? He’s pretty sure this is supposed to go, like, the opposite way. “Since when?”

“Since—“ Eddie’s mouth drops open. “I thought since always, Harrington, what the fuck?”

“Me what the fuck?” Steve sputters. “You what the fuck! You thought I was straight?”

“Of course I did!” Eddie throws his hands up. “You’re, like, the epitome of straight jock!”

“Oh, yeah,” Steve says. “Because my painted nails and affinity for sucking cock scream heterosexual man.”

Affinity might be a stretch given that he’s only ever sucked one dick in his entire life, but hey, a little embellishment never hurts. He wasn’t awful at it. The painted nails weren’t actually his choice, either, thanks to El’s killer puppy eyes, but still. He’s been blatantly flirting with Eddie for months now. Would it kill him to notice?

Eddie doesn’t seem to have a response for this, mouth opening and closing without sound.

“Well,” Murray says at last. Steve and Eddie both jump, having completely forgotten about him. “I guess you needed my help after all.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Steve says, rounding on him. “I don’t need your help for jack-fucking-shit, alright? I am a grown-ass man. I am not repressed, I am not in denial, and I am not thanking you for this. You messed up my plan!”

“Your plan?” Eddie asks.

“Your plan,” Murray repeats, amused.

“Yes, my plan,” he hisses. “You’re not smarter than everyone else just because you don’t like the government, asshole. None of us like the fucking government, we’re just not about to go off the rails and become total shut-ins about it. We fucking get it, you’re lonely and have no friends. We don’t need you to tell us our own business for us, okay? You want to talk about getting help? Go to a fucking AA meeting and leave us alone.”

The skin around Murray’s eyes tightens. Steve might feel bad, if it weren’t for the fact that he’d fucking outed Eddie. Mistake or not, it doesn’t matter that Steve already knew if Eddie wasn’t ready to fucking tell him.

Eddie’s hand on his arm stops him from saying much worse.

He doesn’t turn around, just stares Murray down like a warning. Murray looks back at him, seemingly unimpressed, but Steve can see shame in the line of his shoulders. There’s apology in his eyes when he breaks Steve’s gaze to glance at Eddie.

He’s not a bad guy, Steve knows. Joyce tells them fondly about how he helped her and Hopper get their shit together. How they’d both be Russian chow ten times over if it wasn’t for him. Nancy, too, has some good things to say about the guy. He was the one who helped her get word out about Barb’s death. He helped her get with Jonathan too, even if that didn’t exactly work out.

And it’s not like he blames Murray for Nancy cheating on him. She’s her own person, and makes her own decisions, even if they’re shitty, hurtful ones that he’s still not sure he’ll ever fully get over.

Jonathan said it best, once. He’s weird, and nosy, and annoying, and I don’t really like him. But I think he really just wants to help, in any way he can. Plus he’s a really good cook.

Steve breaks.

“Just get out of my house, man,” he says, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Joyce will be happy to host you for the night, they’ve got a spare room there. Tell her my house was too ‘rich kid’ for you, or something. But you’re not staying here anymore.”

Murray nods, accepting this at face value. He gets up from the table, pausing to snag the vodka. “For what it’s worth, I am sorry,” he offers, and disappears before either of them can reply.

“So,” Eddie says, after a considerable length of silence. His voice shakes slightly. “That was, uh, enlightening.”

He huffs a tired laugh. “That’s one word for it,” he says, finally turning to look Eddie in the eye. He’s shifty, eyes flitting around the room, hands playing out guitar chords against the counter. Steve takes one in hand.

Eddie stills, finally looking at his face. Steve won’t force eye contact, but he needs to know Eddie’s focusing on him and not whatever shitty thoughts are flying across his mind.

“I’m sorry,” he offers quietly. “I didn’t know he’d try that shit with us, when I told Hopper he could stay here.”

Eddie resumes his finger chords. “It’s not your fault he’s an asshole.”

“I know,” he says. “Still, that wasn’t how I wanted this to go.”

“Go? ‘Go’ what? What’s going?”

Steve shuts his eyes. “Us. I wasn’t going to say anything yet. Not until after you told me you were…”

“Oh,” Eddie says quietly. “Right.”

“Yeah.”

“I can get out of your hair, man, if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“What?” Steve‘s eyes fly open. “No! I’m not kicking you out, what the fuck?”

“You’re not?”

“Literally what part of that conversation made you think that’s where this was headed?” He demands.

“I dunno, man,” Eddie confesses. “Good things don’t really happen to people like me.”

“And I’m a good thing?” Steve tries to joke, raising an eyebrow.

Eddie doesn’t take the bait, just briefly meets Steve’s eyes and lowers his voice. “Steve, you’re, uh. You’re kind of one of the best things to ever happen to me.”

“Oh,” falls weakly from his lips.

“Shit, was that too much? That was totally too much, sorry, I’m not good at this. You can totally kick me out now, fuck, that’s so embarrassing—“

Steve kisses him.

“Honestly, I’m not that worried about it,” Eddie says, laying with his feet on Steve’s pillow and head hanging off the bed.

“Really?”

“I mean, like, it was a dick thing to do, but what’s he gonna do? Tell the whole town? They all know about me anyway.”

Steve kind of shrugs at this, because as much as he wishes it weren’t true he’s right. He’s walked past fag sharpied on Eddie’s locker enough times to know that unlike Steve, he never really had the luxury of hiding it.

“People always just knew,” he tells Steve. “Don’t know how, don't know why. I’m not sure I‘ve ever actually come out to anyone except Wayne, and that was more of a bitter, self-loathing explosion than anything. It backfired, obviously. Instead of kicking me out, he told me he loved me and I cried so hard I threw up. Totally embarrassing. But even with Wayne…I didn’t have to. It’s like it was tattooed on my forehead, or something. Too soft, too close with other boys, too obvious. So I leaned into it. Learned to fight, ‘cause getting beat up might end in something worse. Let my freak flag fly, let ‘em focus on the DND and the devil worshiping because somehow that was better than being queer.”

Steve, who’d also known about Eddie long before Eddie had told him, bites his tongue.

“I think he’s safe,” Eddie finishes with a nod. “He really did seem like he wouldn’t have said anything, if he’d known I hadn’t told you. Which is hilarious to me, by the way, because I’d just kind of assumed I didn’t have to so you might have just waited forever. Plus I think he and Hopper have, like, a vibe.”

Steve chokes. “A vibe?”

“They’re not fucking,” he clarifies, “but they have fucked, yanno?”

“You’re fucking with me, right?”

“Nah, man. I bet that’s why Hopper asked us to host him, instead of offering up his spare room immediately. Your ex and your new squeeze living together?” He whistles lowly. “Awkward.” “I don’t want to know this,” Steve declares, flipping face first into his pillow. He pushes Eddie’s stinky feet away from his face, ignoring his squawk. “Why would you give me information? Now I have to look Hopper in the eye knowing that his taste in men is Murray.”

#stranger things fanfic #murray bauman #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #implied past murray/hopper because i think it's funny #accidental outing #i like murray matchmaking steddie as much as the rest of them #but occasionally i wonder how it would fit in the time period as two queers instead of 'straight' couples #and my immediate thought was that it would Not Go Well #murray IS obnoxious and i love him for it #matchmaking gone wrong au

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sheisjoeschateau · 3 months

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"Oh, so we DO love Steve..." | PART IV

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Steve Harrington x Bauman!fem!reader enemies to lovers, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, upside down mayhem, S2-S4, post S4 universe hot-take, end-of-the-world / dystopian setting, ugly fights turned smut (...but with hella plot). 18+

CHAPTER WARNINGS: major character death (?), more plot-driven smut, strong language, anxiety-inducing themes, panic attacks, co-dependency, hot n heavy but low-key emotional s*x. MINORS, DNI. 18+

⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ SERIES MASTERLIST ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

When you do manage to get yourself out of bed and dressed for the day, which consists of an oversized long sleeved shirt that you stole from your uncle (because you liked it) along with some leggings and long white socks, you tell yourself to take a deep breath and accept whatever fate awaits you.

You've made your bed (literally, and figuratively speaking) so now you have to... well, not lie in it...

Anyway.

You walk downstairs to smell Steve at work in the kitchen, cooking up something delicious. Eddie sees you first, on the couch.

He grins and waves. "Mornin’, princess.”

You smile and give him a little wave. "Howdy."

Robin walks in with a first aid kit to give him fresh bandages, visibly sagging with relief when she sees you.

“Oh thank God, you’re up. These kids are already on one...”

You can’t help but snort a laugh at that, taking in her frazzled state, and you ask her what you can do to help but she just says in a desperate voice, “Coffee, please, I love you.” You grin and nod, hearing her and Eddie fussing over his dressing as you make for a hot cup of coffee.

You can hear the kids all around the corner, chirping lively from the kitchen. Even El is in there participating. Hopper’s voice is in the mix somewhere, grunting something about “indoor voices.” Your uncle is arguing over something with Erica, balls deep in a heated debate.

When you round the corner, your eyes first land on Nancy. She’s sitting at the bar with Jonathan. She smiles at you shyly. Jonathan greets you out loud.

“Bauman Squared is up.”

The kids all get in a tizzy of excitement. Erica’s excitement is short-lived, given her intense debate with your uncle. But Dustin is rushing over to you, blabbering about something pertaining to the lifespan of canned goods, and Mike is chiming in from the table saying, “No, Dustin, hold up, okay? So, Bauman, this is actually how it started.”

But your uncle cuts him off, asking them why they call you that when you both share the same last name. Joyce teasingly points out that he’s Murray and you’re Bauman.

Hopper adds to that, “yeah man, get with the program. Your niece is our favorite.” He shoots you a wink, and you give him a finger gun of approval.

Your uncle is rolling his eyes, but shoots you a desperate look — “Coffee. Black. Strong. Gracias.” Erica resumes her debate with him.

You grin as you move to go get your uncle a much needed cup of coffee, finding that Steve has stopped flipping the pancakes to look at you with a soft smile and scooting over a hot mug of coffee to you.

But it’s not for your uncle. It’s for you.

“Two sugar, light cream, right?”

The way that Steve murmurs the question to you makes you weak in the knees. You settle for giving him a tight-lipped grin and nod.

“Yeah, thank you,” you murmur back.

Steve moves to grab another mug, moving to pour another cup of straight black coffee for your uncle. You can’t help but notice the curve of his biceps as he does, secretly admiring his face while the coffee pours from the pot. The way his white t-shirt fits him just right, his gray sweatpants sitting at the jusssst right point of his hips.

You swallow. Fuck.

You get a hold of yourself before he’s handing it over to you. He winks. “It’s strong. I promise.”

You smirk back at him, raising the glass in thanks before walking it over to your uncle.

You don’t notice the way that Steve tries to hide the overwhelming thoughts in his brain, signaling his evolving feelings for you.

And you also don’t notice now Nancy catches it, or how it uncomfortably makes her heart seize...

But you do notice your uncle staring at you with those damn all-knowing-eyes, while Erica incessantly jabbers on about whatever the hell they’re debating. You and Murray exchange the quietest but most intense glares.

And Hopper's got half a donut hanging out of his mouth as he happens to catch the tail end of this. He wants to ask, but decides it’s best to hold off on that.

***

The day goes well. The house is always staying busy, so it keeps you all that way. Hopper is calling for a family meeting in the living room, which gets everyone in a tizzy.

The boys will always, at some point, try to take over. It takes both Joyce and Hopper to set them straight.

Your uncle makes sure to throw in his usual statement: “peanut gallery hours will follow the meeting, thank you.”

This meeting is no exception, and it goes exactly like that.

Will makes great points, as always — and he is allowed to, along with El, given their ties to the supernatural.

Jonathan and Nancy always listen the best. One of them takes notes.

Normally, you sit next to your uncle or Eddie while Steve always takes a seat next to Robin.

But this time, as you sit next to Murray at the end of the couch listening to Hopper try to push through his conference lecture while Dustin interjects like crazy, your heart flutters as Steve moves from the staircase over to sit on the arm of the couch -- next to you.

You sit still, not letting yourself react or look up at him. But you also forget to breathe. Thankfully, he’s too busy telling Dustin to can it so he doesn’t notice.

Robin is slowly shifting back in her seated position in the large loveseat, having been prepared to make room for Steve. She’s too grateful to have it to herself to feel suspicious yet.

Eddie, however, clocks it. What “it” is, necessarily? He doesn’t know. Like honestly, he’s not even in the ballpark. But still, he notices so yay gold star.

Nancy does know what “it” is, though, when she catches it. Or at least she has an inkling. She’s not the note taker today, so she’s able to catch it. She wonders to herself if maybe she is just overthinking it, given her conflicted feelings for Steve while still with Jonathan.

Steve is actively participating in the conversation with the adults, and you chime in as well. Once you’ve gotten a grip on yourself.

Something is being said about needing to go on a supply run, but also how they need to get over to the main field and see what is happening at the lab — which is now squared off with all electric fencing. The kids are LOUD, demanding it be them. Hopper shuts that down real fast.

“So help me Goddddd, listentome.” — Hopper

“Kids, shh, calm down…” — Joyce

“FETUSES, SILENCIO.” — Murray

The kids relent with rolled eyes and groans of displeasure. Hopper rubs his temples, resetting. Then speaking —

“I will be assigning roles. You will hear them, and you will accept them. Deal?”

Everyone nods, agreeing. Even the kids. Great, you think, so they’ve learned to know better than push their luck that far…

Hopper is assigning 4 separate groups to 4 separate tasks.

In one group: Robin, Nancy, Will and Joyce. They will be making the supply run.

In the 2nd group: Dustin, Erica and Murray will be staying here to run the command center. Murray’s the boss. He grins, but also wants to jump off a cliff for the fact he has been assigned the responsibility of managing the two loudest kids in the group. Lucas will also stay with Max, while on lookout at base.

In the 3rd group: Hopper, El, Mike and Argyle as the driver. They’ll be assessing the damage done, pertaining to the gate re-opening. They’re on Vecna patrol.

In the 4th group: Jonathan, Steve, you and Eddie. You’ll all be venturing over the fence to spy on the lab and get a look at what is happening over there, while reporting back to Group 2.

This sends Dustin to a fit of determination, as he insists that he joins your group so that he can help with the walkie-talkie communication since Lucas and Erica can man the fort. (Murray definitely takes offense to that.)

Hopper huffs but doesn’t disagree with the suggestion. “Don’t let this give you any sort of false pretenses, kid. This is the one suggestion you’ve made that is sensible.”

Dustin just grins like a dopey idiot. Then he looks at Steve. “Yay!”

Steve rolls his eyes but honestly, he’s cool with having his buddy.

The plan is to go into effect early tomorrow morning. Meaning, everyone needs to get some good ass sleep and tuck in early.

You’re in your room now, having just showered and put on your pajamas with freshly brushed teeth. You’re putting together your combat outfit for tomorrow when there’s a knock at your door.

You expect it to be your uncle, since earlier he was going over strategies with you for an obscenely long time — which is his very awkward way of indirectly saying, “hey, you’re my niece and I love you and I’m worried about you because that’s what family does.” So you figure he’s drawn up another 10 plans to run by you, and you're happy to humor him on them.

But it’s Steve on the other side, looking shy and like he might’ve had to talk himself into doing this in fear of how you might react.

You give him a surprised but pleasant smile. He stands there, returning it timidly. There is a silence that falls over both of you. Then finally —

“Can I sleep in here tonight?”

You have to literally restrain yourself from jumping at that question with a way-too-eager oh thank god, yes. Instead, you just give him a polite grin.

“Yeah, of course,” you say.

Steve lets himself in, and he looks over to see your outfit set aside for tomorrow. He nods at it as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“Tryna look badass?”

You smirk. “I am a badass. I’m a Bauman.”

You expect Steve to scoff. To roll his eyes. Make some snide remark. But he doesn’t. He just looks at you, with that same look on his face that he had this morning while you two laid in bed together. You can’t break away your gaze for a moment, almost hypnotized.

God, he is so beautiful. Why the fuck is he so beautiful?

Finally, you break the stare down by moving to get your combat boots out from the closet and place them beside the clothes.

And that’s when you feel it. His fingers brushing the edge of your t-shirt, hooking onto it so that you turn around. You do, letting him turn you to face him. He’s looking at you intently, and slowly he pulls you towards him to cage you between his spread legs as he sits on the edge of the bed. It’s half shy, half confident. Gentle but assertive. You stare down into his doe eyes, and you hold your breath when his fingers splay across your hips as they grip onto you. You’re so close to him now, too close yet somehow not close enough. You can’t breathe.

After soaking you in, Steve reaches one arm up to pull your neck down to his face so that he can brush the tip of his nose against yours, just like you did last night. Ever so slowly, be nuzzles. Eskimo kiss.

And then his lips are finding their way to be against yours.

Steve kisses you softly, taking his time and just breathing you in. Then he sighs into your mouth as he stands so that he can lift you up, making you swing your legs to wrap around his waist and hold yourself to him there. He turns you both around, effortlessly walking you over to sit on top of the chest of drawers. Damn, he's strong. Steve places you there, lips still on yours, before he finally pulls back. His hands glide down to the bottom of your shirt. Please, his eyes ask. But this time, he wrenches your shirt off of you with more vigor than last night. It’s urgent, and it’s still urgent when his lips crash back into yours before wrenching himself back again so that you can tug his shirt over his own head. He grunts impatiently, wanting to not be apart from you yet needing to be skin to skin. He paws and grabs at you, needy and greedy, but something about it feels a whole lot more like love than lust.

Steve tastes like summer. Sunscreen, popsicles and June. He smells like pool water and boyfriend. And he looks like a dream.

You wonder how in the world he would have felt if he’d been told during his King Steve era that one day, he’d be having sex with that one student who graduated a year early and didn’t belong to any niche crowd or group or clique. You wonder if he would scoff at that, wave it off. Say, nah, that girl? Never.

But the way that Steve keens into your neck right now, murmuring sinful names for you like angel and baby, makes you wonder if King Steve wouldn’t be able to understand that the new and improved Steve Harrington might just happen to be into things he never was into before. Maybe he’d gotten close with Nancy. Maybe you were a rebound. But he didn’t kiss you like that. Or treat you like that after your first time, for that matter...

And the second time was just as euphoric as the first time, just different. Steve was more in control, clinging to you and unafraid to go for it.

Before you know it, you’re up against the wall with your bare chest against it and your legs spread widely and his mouth on your ear. Tugging at your earlobe with his teeth and his shaky breathing, infused with his pleasured grunting humming inside of your eardrums. You pant and bite back the screams that you so fucking badly want to release. but you don't, not wanting to wake the entire household or get the attention anyone awake. However, you made sure that he knew you were in pure fucking bliss with the way you arched your back into him and dripped all over his girth.

“Been wanting to be here inside you all day,” he rasped, thrusting against you. “Didn’t wanna leave this room.” His words break up as he pounds himself deeper into your guts. “Needed to — to — n-n-need you —”

You throw your head back against him, climaxing at his words for the second time in a row tonight. His arm linked around your waist tightens, gripping you like a lifeline, and he chokes into your ears — which only sends you into an orgasm unlike anything you’ve ever felt in your life. And Steve shares the exact same experience as you do when he ejaculates inside of you.

You both pant and gasp for air, your heart rates racing at lightning speed and trying to level out. You’re both slick with sweat and sex, and as Steve rests his head against your shoulder it sends chills up your arms when his hair flops and tickles your bare skin.

Steve pulls out of you, and you shiver as you feel him leave your body, inch by inch. The loss of him is overwhelming, and your legs shake. But before you can even move to catch yourself, Steve is already turning you to him with a steady grasp on you.

The way that Steve strokes your hair, moving it out of your face as he stares into your eyes again, is priceless. You can’t help it…

“You’re beautiful, Steve Harrington.” You breathe it against his face, still catching your breath. The corners of your lips twitch, almost like you want to laugh or smile. “I can’t stand you.”

Steve looks at you like you’re all that matters in this world. The pads of his thumbs stroke the skin under your eyes, softly, gingerly. He moves to press his lips to the corner of your mouth, breathing against it, “I can’t stand you either.”

Feather-like kisses are pressed to the corner of your mouth and cheek, and you revel in the glory of it, pressing your skull into the wall with your eyes fluttering shut.

Steve falls asleep first that night, with you tucked underneath his chin and with his arms holding you protectively. You let the sound of his steady breathing lull you to sleep.

***

The next morning comes sooner than you’d like.

You feel someone squeeze you tightly to them, pressing their lips to the crown of your hair before they roll out of bed. You watch as Steve’s back muscles flex while he tugs his sweatpants back over his boxers, then throws his shirt back on and heads to your little en-suite bathroom for a few minutes. You force yourself to sit up, knowing that it’s time and you’ll need to get ready.

Hopper would be so mad if he knew about the 5 hours of sleep you got, versus the 8.

You’re pulling out a pair of socks to go with your boots when Steve emerges from the bathroom, and before you can stand up and move to switch places — he’s cupping your cheeks to kiss your forehead in two lingering pecks. You smile under his touch.

You give him the shyest of looks before going to brush your teeth, re-shower and get changed.

Steve quietly murmurs to you the promise of coffee as he leaves. And he is all you think about in the shower.

You get changed into your army pants, combat boots, and fitted t-shirt. You grab yourself a windbreaker and throw your go-bag over your shoulder, ready to face the day.

Dustin is securing the command center with Murray and Erica, while Mike comes over to you carrying snacks.

“Here, I set extra aside so that you have plenty.” Mike always treated you more like a sister than Nancy, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by her. You ruffle his hair and give him a quick squeeze, grateful.

Lucas and Will are asking you questions about the trip, along with Mike, and you assure your kiddos that you’ll all be fine.

Hopper comes over to you with Murray, entrusting you with one of their guns. “You’re the group's team lead today, along with Steve.”

Steve’s got his nail bat, along with a pistol.

Murray is going over the inner workings of the lab’s field layout with you and your group.

“The break switch is in this building,' he's saying. "But thanks to Erica and Dustin, we’ve got a way of hacking into it at exactly this time. You’ll have this much time to mount the electric fence and get to the other side. Seize. Those. Minutes. Haul ass. Get to the other side. No asking why the chicken crossed the road. Capiché?”

The way that Jonathan, Eddie and Steve repeat the word back to him makes you visibly bite back a laugh.

Joyce is giving everyone the nurturing mama bear talk, hugging everyone too many times — especially Jonathan. She has Will in her group, so she’ll be a little more sane in the head thankfully.

Nancy and Jonathan are giving each other an affectionate goodbye that Steve doesn’t even notice. Nancy wonders if he does. Silently, and selfishly, she hopes he does. But he doesn’t.

Robin is rambling about something having to do with a jump-ship plan in case the jump-ship plan doesn’t work, and if they need to establish not only a 2nd abort —

“— but maybe even a 3rd abort? and wait is there really enough backpacks that they’re taking to fit all the supplies and can goods that they — ”

“Oh my god, Robin, please breathe,” Steve cuts her off.

“Wait, what’s the jump ship plan?” Argyle’s question makes everyone whip their head in his direction with incredulous looks on their faces.

Hopper looks ready to slug someone but also like a nervous dad. After he goes back over the plan for everyone, giving the bullet points, he tells you all to eat your breakfasts and be by the front door within 30 minutes or else.

Lucas takes his plate up to sit with Max. El comes over to talk with you about the day, saying that she’ll send a signal if she sees anything dangerous headed your way at the lab. She gives you a tight hug, which tugs at Hopper’s heart. He and Murray share a very rare, quiet moment with an exchange in their eyes. Our girls.

Steve is telling the boys and Erica to follow him upstairs to Max’s room to join Lucas for a motherly pep talk, and they all follow him like chicks following a mother hen.

Eddie is being given strict instructions by Robin to follow orders and not rip his stitches that she’s worked hard at keeping in tact by mounting the wall --

...“and be on the damn lookout only so help me god or else I’ll rip them back open myself,” she threatens him.

Eddie visibly swallows and nods at that, believing her.

Suddenly Nancy is walking up to you, as you stand there still hugging El while looking over Murray’s shoulder at his computer system setup. She looks nervous as you turn to her.

“Hey, umm, keep an eye on them, will you?” she asks shyly, sheepishly. “I worry about them. Especially Dustin.”

You know she meant Steve. “Yeah. Of course.”

Nancy nods awkwardly, grateful you didn’t correct her and a little embarrassed. She points to the gun on your back, giving you a tight-lipped grin. “Glad it’s you handling that bad boy.”

She flashes the same one across her back. You chuckle lightly, agreeing with her. “Yeah, the last thing we need is for Eddie to get his hands on this or else he’ll murder the whole town.”

Nancy giggles.

Eddie snickers at the joke, appreciating your dark humor. He gives you a wry smile. “Thanks princess, but I only prefer bone crushing, eye sucking curses.”

You all eat some whole wheat eggos (even El) and some scrambled eggs. Plenty of water, plus some coffee.

Steve walks in to scoop up his plate during the last 10 minutes, and Hopper takes pity on him — given that he’s been with the kids.

“You get an extra 5,” Hopper tells him.

“Appreciate it, Hop.”

Steve carries his plate over to the table, moving to sit by you and Murray — who does his best to just stare down at his coffee and ignore catching this in his peripheral vision. Sip, slurp.

It’s a quiet breakfast. Tense. Stiff. Everyone is nervous. This stuff never does get easier…

***

The kids all boom back down the stairs, loud as ever.

And everyone is out the door on time, minus the extra 5 minutes that Hopper secretly gave for Steve’s benefit. Thankfully, it goes unremarked but the kids.

You all put their hands in a circle because Dustin insisted a while back that you cannot all part ways without a group huddle. So it’s now become tradition. Everyone fist bumps in unison, and the four groups embark on their separate journeys.

Group 1 does well, making it into town. They have the bottom tier level of risk, which Hopper did intentionally for Joyce and Will's sakes because those are his hearts. He also adores the two girls, Nancy and Robin, of course. They carefully fill up Joyce’s car in doses, trying not to attract attention as everyone has a strict evacuation mandate that goes into place next week along with a food supply limit. They’re ahead of the game, doing everything not to give away what Dr. Owens warned them about.

Group 2 is in full swing, back at Casa Harrington. Erica and Murray bicker like a married couple, but they also high five. Lucas makes sure that Max is safely tucked in, giving her a kiss on the forehead and a promise to be back upstairs in a few hours.

Group 3 is cautious. They have to calculate every single move, given the risks. El uses her senses to tap in, blindfold on and static on the van's radio ringing throughout the car. Mike keeps watch, along with Argyle at the wheel — and Hopper navigates.

Group 4, your group, is en route. You have the longest journey to make on foot, making sure to keep their strength. Jonathan keeps watch of time, and Dustin hangs into the walkie-talkie to keep contact. You scan the area, and so does Steve, as you all walk. Eddie sings to himself to keep from wigging out, and it’s definitely giving mumbled panic.

You are telling everyone the ETA, using the compass. Steve tells the gang to keep the same pace so that they make sure they aren’t there too soon or too late, wanting to time it right with Group 2’s orders.

At some point, you gesture for everyone to pivot directions, and when Steve steps in your direction — he instinctively reaches out to brush the small of your back. It’s so subtle… yet so telling.

Eddie cocks an eyebrow mid-song, ceasing the mumbling altogether for about 2 solid seconds, before resuming as he walks. Even Jonathan raises an eyebrow, silently smirking.

Dustin misses it entirely.

Then Dustin starts communicating back and forth on the walkie-talkie with Erica, and as they start to bicker Steve interjects.

“Hey, dingus, cool it and listen to what she’s saying, please.”

Dustin huffs, whining, “but she’s wronnnng...”

You squint in the sunlight as you look back at him, saying simply, “Listen to your mother.”

Steve doesn’t even flinch. You both just look back at your son expectantly. Dustin sighs but obeys.

Oh that definitely makes Eddie and Jonathan share a look.

Back at base, Murray is struggling to access the switch for the electric fence closest to where Group 4 (you guys) is approaching. He and Erica work hard at it, and Lucas helps as he keeps open the line of communication with Dustin via the walkie-talkie.

“This east side gate is a bitch,” Murray is griping over the channel. “Hang tight, just pause when you guys make it there.”

Dustin and Lucas are going back and forth, while Jonathan tries to keep up with what they are all saying.

You can see the fence up ahead, and so does Steve.

Eddie’s singing gets louder.

Nancy speaks over the walkie-talkie channel: “Group 1, reporting. Over.”

Dustin speaks. “Group 4, tuned in. Over.”

The other groups tune in, too. Nancy continues in a hushed voice. “Food supply is running low so we’re going to double up. The mandate will be really strict. Can’t take chances. Over.”

Jonathan tells her to keep them posted with the ETA.

El comes onto the walkie-talkie, asking for you.

You take it, speaking: “Bauman squared, I copy. Over.”

Eleven tells you that she can see you all headed there to the lab, and that no one is nearby. You’re safe.

Hopper adds: “But Eddie, make sure that you stay tuned into this channel and relay it to Dustin just in case. Over.”

Eddie’s song of woe dies on his lips with an anxious exhale. “Roger that, over.”

Steve speaks up, “Alright guys, we’re here.”

Dustin signals Murray, right on cue. You all stare up at the looming electric fence in front of you. It’s tall. At least 30 feet up. You gulp. So does Jonathan. For Steve, it’s easy. For Dustin, well, it’s exciting.

Jonathan adds to the relayed info, addressing Murray, saying, “Yeah, uhhh, it’s pretty high up man?”

Murray’s tone comes through, crisp. “How high is high?”

Jonathan visibly shrinks back as he squints in the sunlight. “Like...25-30 feet?”

Murray curses on the other side, frustrated. “Alright, hold please.”

Steve turns over to face you all, starting with you. “It’s gonna be a helluva climb.”

You nod. “We’ll have to double up the speed, guys. But for safety, let’s just do two at a time.”

Jonathan’s brow furrows. “Why?”

You tell them it’s safest this way. This way, two people can gauge the timing of it just in case. Dustin immediately demands to go in the first group, which Steve shuts down promptly — like all good mothers would with their favorite child. He starts to onboard Jonathan, but you’re already saying you’ll go as you tighten up your bag. Steve looks at you, hesitant.

You look back at him, giving him a nod. “No arguments.”

Steve sighs through his nose. “Yeah, I figured as much.”

He’s so sexy when he isn't actually hating you, and instead just consistently miffed with you…

“Group 4, listen up,” Murray’s voice comes over the walkie-talkie. “I’m signaling the switch now. On my mark, it will take exactly 3 minutes for it to activate. You’ll have 60 seconds to climb it. Up and down. That’s it. Remember what I said: haul ass.”

Dustin responded back with a sigh, “Steve and Bauman Squared insist on going two at a time so…” He dreads the next question, cringing before asking. “Any chance you guys can…do it…twice?”

You turn around, waiting to hear your uncle’s reply and wondering if you’ll need to step in. His befuddled response confirms, yes you will, and you walk over to take the walkie.

“Uncle Murray, it’s not very sturdy. It’s too big a risk, four at a time. If you can’t do it, then just me and Steve will go. What can we do? Over.”

You speak matter-of-factly, which Steve appreciates. He stands with his hands on his hips and tongue between his teeth, all hot and mom-like. Even though for you...he’s giving daddy.

Eddie has been pacing a trough into the grass. Please let me have company, he thinks.

Jonathan’s just quiet, wondering if now is a good time to tell everyone that he’s actually afraid of heights.

Dustin just wants to fucking climb already.

“Workin’ on it. Standby.” Your uncle’s monotone voice makes you all wait.

You stare up at the fence while you do. Then, turning your face over in Steve’s direction, you find that he’s already gazing over at you. That fondness in his eyes is back, and you feel your cheeks flush under the sun. But it’s not the sun making you blush. Steve's hands are still on his tips, and he gives you a tiny wink before turning to look back at Dustin with the walkie-talkie. He tells his kid not to stress about it if they can’t come, which only starts a back-and-forth argument between mother and son. But Erica’s voice cuts through it over the walkie.

“Group 4 nerds, listen up. We found a way to do it. Over.”

Dustin pumps his fist in glee. Jonathan doesn’t. Eddie realizes he’s doomed, back to being there all alone.

Steve takes the walkie, asking, “Same timeframes, Murray? Over?”

Your uncle confirms it, but then Lucas is in the background saying, “Wait, are you sure this will give them 60 seconds?”

Steve raises an eyebrow at that. But you’re looking at the top of the fence. The end of the other side of the line is quiet for a hot minute. No doubt, Murray and the kids are beefing. Re-calculating. Beefing some more. Getting attitudes. Then finally —

“Erica to group 4, confirming. Timeframes are exact. Wait for us to signal the 2nd climb. Standby and brace for 1st climb. Over.”

You and Steve look at each other. Here we go. He fastens his backpack, reaching out a hand to you and telling you to hand over yours. You go to protest, but he’s just insisting without budging and reaching anyway. It isn’t until his hand starts to slide the strap down your shoulder that you huff and relent.

“30 seconds to climb.”

“There’s a ledge up there, wide enough to stand on.” You nod up at it as you tell Steve. “If we run low on time, we hang there until the 2nd climb.”

Steve nods at you, agreeing. He turns and relays that to a very anxious Jonathan and a very antsy Dustin. You gesture over to Dustin, telling him to toss you his backpack. Steve goes to argue but you hold up a hand.

“Better me than him," you say quickly. It’s a parental thing that he would insist on too, so he lets you win that one.

Dustin obeys after seeing mom agree with…um…dad? Are you dad?

“10 seconds to climb.”

Steve talks fast, in position to pounce. “Eddie, on go, toss that branch to hit the fence. Double check for sparks.” Eddie nods, picking up the large branch nearby. You get in position with Steve.

“5…4…3…2…1…climb!”

Eddie tosses the branch. No electric shock. All systems go.

You and Steve hop as high as you can, climbing up like champs. You both hustle, swiftly making the climb like pro climbers. Steve is faster, planning to reach down and lift you the rest of the way if he gets to the top first. But you’re almost right at the same level with him, almost at the top.

…until your bag catches.

The strap of Dustin’s bag pulls you back down. Air catches in your throat, no scream escaping your mouth as it swings you around, unhooks and makes you fall back some feet. But you latch back onto the wall, back down to midway. Fuck.

Dustin gasps, Jonathan shouts your name. Eddie starts his shit-shit-shit chant.

You look down, realizing that it’s way too far of a drop to just fall back down and start over. You are literally back to the mid-way point.

You make up your mind within a few seconds: keep going.

Steve is hoisting himself up onto the thick ledge as this is happening, and when he turns to see you lower his heart stops.

“Bauman, what happened??"

But you keep climbing, shouting, “Steve, just keep going.”

But Steve is not having that. He’ll fucking wait. Hell, he’ll wait for Dustin too. He’s staying put. He shakes his head, clapping his hands and reaching for you even though you still have another fourth of the wall to mount before you reach him.

“30 more seconds.” Oh thank God, that’s plenty.

”You got this, Bauman, c’mon...” Steve’s ready to hold you again. Anxious. So fucking anxious.

Dustin is cheering too, along with Eddie and Jonathan. You’re fine. Almost there.

You look at Steve at the top, leaning over the side looking down at you. You can see the anxious anticipation in his brown eyed gaze.

“20 more seconds. Group 2, don’t forget to wait for our signal.”

But right as Murray stops talking — the wall buzzes.

Everything happens in slow motion. One second feels like a whole minute for all 5 of you in your group. Your ears perk up at the sound. That wasn’t an insect. That’s mechanic. That’s —

“Was that —” Eddie barely started to ask the question you were all wondering.

“Fuck, Bauman — !!! ” Jonathan’s voice is panicked with realization.

Steve’s brow furrowed, alarm and horror sweeping across his entire face.

You feel a scorch so hot, fire itself couldn’t have burned as badly as the electric shock that shot through your entire body did.

In that single second, you felt your brain short circuit.

You felt your hands get shoved away from the wall, throwing you off with blinding force.

You felt your throat snap, and you felt your heart rumble inside of your chest...

And then you felt it stop.

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:( im sorry, Steve.

author notes: I am sure that the fence thing might be weird and not accurate, but it helped my vision for how this chapter goes down. so I hope you all will be kind and not find it too "unrealistic." had to watch some stuff like the OG Jurassic Park, and get ideas for it.

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artiststarme · 1 year

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College is for me but only if it’s us

No angst today, I just got accepted into my master's program so I'm thrilled! All humorous/fluff/good vibes stories today. I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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It took Eddie three long years to graduate high school and even then, it was by the skin of his teeth. He barely scraped by with straight D’s and even then, his grade in history threatened to hold him back for his fourth senior year. Luckily though, with Nancy’s flashcards and Steve’s motivation while studying, he was able to pass all of his finals and his classes. Eddie army-crawled across the stage, ignoring the anger and slurs from the self-righteous townsfolk, as he received his diploma. He waved to the Party sitting in the audience and smiled at his uncle. Eddie didn’t think he’d make it here but here he was

He, Max, and Steve were in the hospital for weeks following their Spring Break from hell. Eddie had had daily blood transfusions and enough skin graft surgeries to last him for a lifetime. There were still moments where he would feel ice-cold pain flash across his body in a spot deep enough he couldn’t reach it.

Max was in a coma for two weeks before her blurry eyes opened to a world she would never see quite clearly. She still had to attend near-daily physical therapy sessions to be able to walk without the assistance of a walking aid for balance. She would probably never skateboard again.

Steve was in a bad way too despite his reluctance to accept treatment. His wounds from the demobat bites caused him to develop sepsis that nearly killed him. He had to get his system flushed with saline for days to fight off the septic infection and he needed several surgeries to repair the damage done to his sides.

Even still, they all made it. They were moving on with their lives and Eddie had finally graduated. His friends and Uncle Wayne were of course thrilled. They knew he’d graduate with time but he could tell that they were glad his attempts finally paid off. They expected him to devote more time to his music or get a full time job out of town or something.

No one expected him to go to college.

But when Steve expressed interest in enrolling in a local community college and some apprehension in doing so for fear of what their friends may say, Eddie jumped at the chance to take the heat off of him. And boy, did it.

When Steve announced to the Party at one of their regular gatherings that he was going to college, he got some mixed reactions. Some of the Party gave uninterested grumbles, some asked if he was serious, and some pointed out that it would probably just be a waste of money since he wasn’t good at school. Robin was the only one, besides Eddie, that congratulated him on moving onto the next step.

Eddie wasn’t impressed with any of them. No wonder Steve was afraid of their reactions, no one seemed to care and those that did were pointing out how ‘dumb’ he was. So Eddie did what he did best and created a distraction.

“I’m going to college too. Steve and I enrolled together and if we increase our GPA’s enough, we might be able to go to a state school later. We might even move in with each other and get our own place.”

That caused an uproar. Mike and Max were arguing about why he wanted to go with Steve, Uncle Wayne was cheering and toasting him with his beer, Dustin and Will were congratulating him, Jonathan and Nancy were looking suspiciously between him and Steve, and El and Robin were looking on in confusion. But Steve was beaming at Eddie. He’d never seen smile so broadly, so happily.

Eddie watched as Steve ignored all of their friends and stalked up to him. “Hey Big Boy, sorry to steal your thunder-”

All thoughts left his mind as Steve grabbed both sides of his face and brought him in for a deep kiss. Holy shit, Eddie felt like he died and went to heaven. If Eddie knew that this was what would get Steve Harrington to smooch him, he would’ve made plans to go to college with him a long time ago.

Once Steve pulled back for air, Eddie started hearing all of the comments that their friends were making. He pulled back to see a variety of expressions. Some of their friends were supportive like Nancy and Robin who were cheering and wolf-whistling. Others were somewhat offended or disgusted. The most notable voice of the group was Murray who was screeching at Hopper.

“I fucking knew it! Didn’t I fucking call this, Jim? You said I was out of my mind but I was fucking right!”

“Murray, shut the hell up,” Hopper hissed at him.

“Very much like you to doubt the truth, Jim.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He asked him.

When Eddie made eye contact with Dustin, the kid leapt to his feet and pointed an accusing finger between him and Steve.

“What the hell is this?” Dustin yelled in confused outrage. “You’re not even friends!”

“We clearly are, dude. And more,” Steve told him in a tone that said it should be obvious. Dustin just opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water in response.

Meanwhile, Mike was throwing up behind some bushes muttering nonsensically about Steve ‘doing it again’ and ‘hooking up with his brother too’. He obviously wasn’t over Steve dating Nancy all that time ago.

Steve just shook his head at all of them and pulled Eddie in again. “I’m really looking forward to going to college with you.”

“I can tell, Big Boy. Kiss me again.” At his request, Steve kissed him again. They ignored the pitiful protests of Hopper, the fake gags of Max and Lucas, and even the supportive cheering of Joyce and Wayne. With Steve’s lips on his and his arms around him, nothing existed in the world but them.

Sure, they had some talking to do and some shovel talks to hear. But they would get through it all just as they had before. Things were only looking up for them now. ‘86 really was Eddie’s year.

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eddie-sweetheart · 2 years

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Spare me! - Part 2

You and Eddie have a crush on each other, but it takes Murray Bauman to make it embarrassingly clear.

✨ Part 1 ✨

Tropes: Eddie Munson x Henderson female reader, fluff, Murray exposing your feelings, forced proximity, a very soft Eddie.

Warnings: Mention and/or depiction of fighting and wounds, kissing, teeny-tiny diversion from the show’s timeline (this one’s more about the concept than the overall S4 plot😉).

Word count: 3.8k

Author’s notes: Here's part 2, kindly (and unexpectedly!) requested by an anon 🤍 I hope it makes as much sense as part 1 did - there were many types of dynamics that I could go for, but I let the inspiration flow and did my best! Hope you like it!

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When you open up your eyes again, it feels like you haven’t slept for more than ten minutes.

As your eyelids flicker open and you try to make sense of the shapes and shadows in the still pitch-dark guest room at Murray’s place, you catch a glimpse of a digital clock on a shelf across from the bed, whose green blinking leds reveal to you that it’s 7 am. Which means that those ten minutes of sleep have actually been 3 hours - not that it makes any relevant difference, anyways: you still feel like a bundle of exhaustion.

You attempt to move and stir your tired limbs under the blanket, but you soon realize two things. First, that the thrill of being on the run won’t let you rest any longer, so you give up on closing your eyes again as your mind starts coming out of its drowsy daze; second, that you actually cannot move.

Something is keeping you stuck, and at first you’re still too sleepy to make sense of what it is - however, as the sudden fluttering in your heart and the butterflies in your stomach are quick to remind you, it doesn’t take much for you to find out that it’s Eddie.

The memories of last night’s confession and kiss flood your mind, as you realize that your bodies are entangled in the same embrace that saw you fall asleep - his long legs twisted around yours, one of his arms slung over your chest with his hand placed on your waist, his warm skin against yours under the thick cotton of the sweatshirt you’re wearing. You can feel his other arm under your neck and his fingers buried deep in your hair. His face, instead, is nuzzled against your temple, his deep breaths regularly fanning over your forehead, paired with the soft sound of his light snoring.

You lie like that for a while, staring at the ceiling and just basking in happiness at the thought that just a few hours ago one of your most secret wishes magically turned into reality. It feels surreal to be this ecstatic in such a tragic time - with the Upside Down seeping back into Hawkins, a new monster on the hunt for your friends and the whole town looking for Eddie with (not so) metaphorical pitchforks. But you allow yourself a few more minutes of motionless bliss, feeling Eddie’s presence as it ignites every inner part of you with his sleepy touch.

When the clock flashes to 7:30 am, you decide that it’s best to get up and start getting ready to leave. You have time, sure, but you’ll need to walk for a while and even if Eddie has recovered a bit he won’t be as fast as he was before his close encounter with Jason’s crew.

With a reluctant sigh, you attempt to move a leg. You manage to untangle it from Eddie’s, so you try to wiggle out of his grasp with caution, unwilling to wake him up as he’ll need all the rest he can get. However, as soon as you start moving away from him, a low “mhm” escapes his lips as his arms softly tighten around your body, causing you to smile in the dark.

You go for a second attempt, but it proves to be an impossible task: Eddie grunts a bit louder and moves his head to bury it against your neck, taking a deep breath in before muttering something with a raspy voice.

“What was that?” You whisper, stroking his tangled hair away from his only exposed cheek, your fingers brushing against the polka dot bandaid you placed on him last night.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Eddie repeats, his lips tickling your skin as he speaks while his hand moves up your side in the gentlest caress ever.

“I’m getting up, Eddie” you reply, wishing with all your heart that you could stay in that bed forever. “I’m going to make breakfast for us and Murray, get our stuff and get ready to leave. But you can rest a bit more”.

Eddie hums, bringing you even closer to him as his eyes finally flutter open - you can’t see them, but you know they are because you can feel his eyelashes grazing your cheek.

“I’ve just managed to score the most perfect elvish princess in the whole of Middle Earth and she’s already leaving me” he mumbles, his lips smirking against your skin as he plants a soft kiss on your jaw. “It does really take a little to go from Eddie the Banished to Eddie the Forsaken”.

You chuckle, softly bumping him with your arm - he matches your laugh, but he cannot hide the hiss of pain that escapes him as your elbow meets his side.

“Shit, I’m sorry Eddie” you blurt out, fully turning your body towards him to gently stroke the spot you’ve just hit.

“It’s okay, sweetheart” he replies, nudging his nose against yours. “You could kiss me better, though”.

“God, you’re shameless” you breathe out as you go ahead and, indeed, kiss him. As your lips crash against Eddie’s, you feel every inch of your body light up like Christmas lights. The darkness of the room heightens your senses and you can feel him everywhere - his fingers sneaking under your shirt, his hair tickling your face, his chest breathing heavily under the palms of your hands, his teeth slightly pulling at your lower lip and your breaths mixing up and slowly turning into low moans. It’s a totalizing whirlwind of emotions, and you would die to tear every piece of clothing off of your bodies to feel him even closer - but more pressing matters come back to your mind and you find yourself eventually pulling away from him.

Eddie sighs deeply as he unwillingly loosens his embrace to let you sit up. “I wish we could stay like this all day” he whispers, nervously running one hand up his face and through his hair. “The thought of going out there again makes me feel like shit”.

You reach out to him in the dim light of the room, your fingers intertwining with his as the first faint sun rays start filtering through the thick blinds in the window. “Let’s make a deal” you propose. “As soon as we sort this Vecna thing out, you’re taking me out on a date. We can have dinner, if you want - there’s a nice Italian restaurant downtown that I’ve been wanting to try for a while. Or, we can have a milkshake at the diner. Your choice”.

Eddie’s grin is so bright that it outshines the sunrise seeping into the room.

“But,” you continue, matching his smile with a gentle curve of your lips, “in order to go to this date, we need you to be safe and alive. And with your name cleared, possibly”.

“Wouldn’t want the whole Hawkins police department to swarm Enzo’s while I’m pouring you some red wine and feeding you a breadstick, right?” Eddie jokes, the scenario he’s just described causing butterflies to make another appearance in your stomach.

“Yeah” you reply, leaning down to peck the tip of his nose before getting off the bed, “I might get offended if you leave me mid-date. Not very gentleman-like, to be honest”.

Eddie clutches his chest theatrically. “Y/n” he exclaims under his breath, “I would never”.

You manage to repress your laugh as you head towards the door. “I’ll take you up on that, then” you say, pointing a finger at him, “and don’t forget the flowers”.

As you place your hand on the doorknob, however, a feeling of discomfort suddenly hits you, making the playful confidence that you so naturally developed overnight with Eddie waver at the thought of what the consequences of this change in your relationship could bring.

It’s not that you are ashamed of being with Eddie - on the contrary, it feels otherworldly that he actually returns your feelings, and you can’t be happier at the thought of eventually letting your friends know about… whatever this is, or whatever this can turn into. But for a split second, you wonder if these feelings between the two of you could turn into a double-edged sword, hanging over your necks as long as Eddie’s a wanted man.

And just like that, it clicks. You realize that you’ve lived these past few hours into what is nothing but a frail bubble of happiness and renewed hope, hidden under the guise of Murray’s guest room, and that right outside that door and into the real world everything is going to be exactly as it was before you went to sleep. Moreover, you now fear that if anyone else found out about your feelings, they could use them as a weapon, or use you as bait, to hurt Eddie. And you really can’t and don’t want to let it happen.

“Uhm, Eddie?” You whisper, suddenly coming out of your train of thoughts.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He asks, making the mattress creak as he moves to get up as well, a hint of worry in his voice as he catches the change in your tone.

“Maybe you should wait a bit before coming in there” you slowly explain, “like, count to one hundred or something. I don’t know if Murray’s up already, but I think that it’s better if he doesn’t, uh… suspect anything, for now. And the others, as well. For our safety, of course” you’re quick to add with a reassuring smile as you notice his expression saddening a bit, “I think that we should be very careful about our next moves. Keep our cards close to ourselves, not giving anyone anything to hold over us until we’re sure you’re safe”.

Eddie nods slowly, scratching his temple. “Uh, yeah” he agrees, “It, uhm - it makes sense. So we should, like, pretend that everything is… the same, right?”

“I think so, yes” you reply, “until we figure out what’s next”.

Eddie sits back on the mattress with a sigh, making it creak under his weight. You wait for him to give you a sign that he’s ok and that he actually agrees, and the sign finally comes as one of his breathtaking smiles.

“I’ve never been that good at maths”, he finally states, his head tilted to the side as he speaks, “but I think I can count until one hundred”.

—♥︎—

“Good morning, y/n” Murray loudly exclaims as you make your way out of the guest room.

“Hello, Murray” you reply, a bit taken aback by his presence - and by the delicious smell invading your nostrils as you take a step into the living room. It’s coming from the kitchenette, where Murray is noisily fiddling around with a stained apron tied to his waist.

“Did you sleep well?” He very casually asks you, his eyes peering from behind his shoulders as he throws something (salt?) into a pan.

“Uhm, yes, thank you” you reply, taking a few steps towards him. “Can I help you with anything?”

“Yes. Will you grab the eggs in the fridge for me please?” He tells you, eyes back on the strips of bacon you’ve just found out he’s been cooking. “Thirty” he then adds, throwing a quick glance at his wristwatch.

You furrow your eyebrows at him as you open the fridge and grab a pack of eggs. “Sorry, what did you say?”

Murray blatantly ignores your question and, as you place the eggs on the counter beside him, he proceeds to nod to his right. “Could you also get the bread from the toaster as soon as it’s ready? You can find the plates in the cupboard - sixty”

You don’t know what is going on with him and why he’s saying random numbers out loud, but you decide to ignore him and proceed to set up the table.

“Ninety” Murray says, again, and the toaster dings revealing four slices of slightly overburnt bread. As you reach for them to put them on a plate, it finally makes sense - but it’s too late.

“One hundred!” Murray exclaims, turning around with a twist just as the guest room door opens to reveal an apparently still sleepy Eddie, back in his usual clothes.

You blush violently as Murray lays his victorious gaze on you. “Knew it” he exclaims with a grin, pointing a fork in your direction before proceeding to steal the plate with the toast from you and placing the sizzling bacon next to the bread.

“You could have chosen a less predictable number, though” he adds, turning back to the stove to crack the eggs in the pan.

Eddie looks at you inquisitively, not uttering a single word as you sigh heavily and head back into the guest room to get changed into your own clothes.

“Nothing better than a good serving of romantic denial in the morning” Murray chants as he scrambles the eggs. “Oh, you may want to take a look at that” he quickly adds, addressing Eddie and nodding towards an open copy of the Hawkins Post on the table.

Eddie sits down and starts flicking back through the pages until he reaches the front: the huge title, spelling “GOVERNMENT JOINS MURDERER SEARCH”, is very hard to miss, anyway.

“Fuck” Eddie hisses in desperation as he reads the article, “shit, shit, shit. I’m fucked” he exclaims, dropping the newspaper to bury his face into his hands.

“Don’t worry, kid” Murray chips in, turning to serve the eggs on the three plates on the table before plopping down on a chair himself, “if we made it out of a Russian secret laboratory alive after causing an explosion that tore down a whole shopping mall and a giant monster, you can make it through this” he says with a consoling tone, “at least you got the girl of your dreams, right?”

“He didn’t get anyone, Murray” you almost yell, emerging from the guest room with yesterday’s outfit back on - but, as soon as you notice the defeat in Eddie’s eyes, you worriedly rush to his side.

“Eddie, what’s wrong?” You ask him, placing a hand on the back of the chair where he’s sitting. He nods towards the newspaper and you grimace as soon as you read the title.

“We’ll fix this” you state, inadvertently moving your hand from the chair to his shoulder, squeezing it firmly. “We’ll contact doctor Owens, he’ll make this go away”.

“He was fired though, wasn’t he?” Murray interjects, his mouth full of eggs and bacon. You look at him with a death glare, eloquent enough to make him backtrack almost instantly. “But we’ll find a way, for sure” he quickly adds, stuffing a piece of toast in his mouth.

Eddie looks up at you, his brown puppy eyes half covered by his messy fringe. “You think you can do that?” He asks you, the lines in his face relaxing for a second.

“Yes, we can. He’ll know what to do” you reply, willing to give him even the tiniest sliver of hope, if that’s enough to keep him going. “But right now, you have to eat something. You’ll need all the strength you can get” you tell him, earning a tentative nod in response.

You sit at the table as well and start to nibble at the food - which is unexpectedly good. And it surprises you how it manages to bring you comfort, making you feel more energized and improving your mood already.

“Can you, uhm, pass me the orange juice?” Eddie asks you, nodding at the bottle to your right.

“Mh-mh” you mumble in response, avoiding his gaze as you hand the juice over to him across the table, Murray’s piercing gaze burning through you.

“Thanks, swee- uh, y/n” Eddie replies, his hand almost missing the bottle once he moves to grab it, as he, too, is avoiding looking in your general direction not to raise any suspicion. Of course, it doesn’t help that Murray’s eyes are studying your every movement, making the atmosphere so tense and embarrassing at the same time that you fear you might burst out into a laugh any second now.

Thankfully, the silence that follows makes it easier for you to stay serious. Now even Murray is back to focusing on his breakfast, so between one forkful and the other, you feel free to occasionally glimpse at Eddie - and you come to the conclusion that pretending that nothing between you two has happened is going to be way harder than you thought.

Just by glancing at him, you feel your neck and cheeks heating up. It doesn’t matter that he’s quite disheveled, with messy hair, dark circles around his eyes (one turning slightly yellow from the punch he received yesterday) and a crinkled Hellfire shirt. He looks unexpectedly and incredibly good, and not just because of the subtle beauty in his looks, which is always there - but also and especially because of how brave and resilient you know him to be.

You tell yourself that it’s not exactly the right time to think about this kind of things, but you can’t help your gaze from following the movements of his hands and fingers as they slightly drum the fork on the plate, and the way his nose scrunches up as a random thought travels through his mind. And just like that a thought (or better, a memory) travels through your mind, too - and suddenly you’re back in the guest room bed, with his hands all over you, and his mouth exploring yours-

“Dear god, y/n” Murray exclaims, tiny crumbles of bread flying as he slams a hand on the table, “Was it really that good?”

Realization dawns on you as you find out with horror that you’ve been staring into the void with a smile plastered on your lips, a piece of bacon hanging from your fork in mid-air.

You instantly look at Eddie, who is blushing slightly and has his eyes fixed on the last piece of toast on his plate. Hidden beneath the hair that’s falling around his face like a wavy curtain, his lips are curled in a small smirk.

“I, uh… I’ll start putting the dishes away, yeah?” You blurt out as you jump to your feet, purposefully looking at the clock above the fridge before grabbing your plate. “Then I think we should start moving”.

“As you wish” Murray agrees, “Just make sure to take your jaw as well - I think it’s fallen on the floor” he adds, snickering to himself as he follows your lead and gets up, heading towards the bathroom and locking himself in.

“Well, that’s a heeeell of a good start” Eddie observes, tilting his head to the side as he helps you pile the plates and collect the cutlery before placing everything in the sink. “Is he always like that?”

You sigh, already exhausted even if the day’s just started. “Yes, he is” you nod, leaning back on the counter, arms crossed on your chest. “But he’s just… Murray. So I guess that’s okay” you smile. He might be annoying sometimes, but Murray is someone you can always count on - so you’re definitely glad that he’s on your side, even with his unforgiving honesty.

Eddie takes a step towards you. He’s towering over you now, and he places a hand flat on your head, slightly ruffling your hair. “Soooo” he says, the lilt in his voice and the smirk on his lips making your heart skip a beat, “what were you thinking that made you smile like that?”.

“Don’t even try that, Munson. I’m not going to flatter you that easily” You reply as you swat his hand away, scoffing jokingly - but your fingers find themselves intertwined with Eddie’s, the metal of his rings hard against your skin.

Eddie lets out a small laugh. “Oh, sweetheart, if there’s one thing that you should know is that flattery wooorks with me” he says, pulling you closer. You get lost in his eyes for a second, then your gaze travels down to his lips…

The sound of the bathroom door unlocking makes you both jump away from each other.

“Alright, lady and gentleman. Time to go” Murray exclaims as he walks back into the living room, clapping his hands while his narrowed eyes scan your way too casual expressions. “The plane is not going to wait for me and I’m not going to miss my flight because of you two lovebirds. So, door’s that way - chop chop”.

“Murray” you sigh, “for the umpteenth time, we’re not-“

“Ah-ha!” Murray shushes you, putting his hands up with annoyance. “Don’t you dare, y/n. My poor old eyes have seen enough in twenty minutes to know that you’ve lovingly spent the night in each other’s arms, whispering sweet nothings and puckering your lips all the goddamn time. And as much as I find that way too cheesy, you know there’s nothing wrong with admitting that you’re so into each other you can’t even eat breakfast, right?” He blurts out. “I swear to god I don’t know what’s wrong with young people today. In my time, we preached free love and we had no problem saying we were sexually act-“

“OKAY” you interrupt him, not really wanting to know how that speech ends, “Okay, Murray, I got it. We got it” you say with a big fake smile, looking at Eddie for support. He, on his part, proceeds to hide his embarrassment with a cough and grabs his leather jacket and denim vest from the sofa, where they’ve been lying since last night.

“Aaaall ready to go” he then states, as calmly as if nothing weird has been said, before turning to Murray with his hand held out. “Thanks, man” he adds, “I owe you one”.

Murray shakes it with a sigh. “Mi casa es tu casa” he replies, “but now, please, leave”.

—♥︎—

The metal door of Murray’s warehouse closes behind you with a bang. In front of you, across from the empty street, the woods are waiting.

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for what’s to come.

“Ready?” You ask Eddie, turning your head to look up at him.

“It’s not like I have any other options” he says with a small smile, the light morning breeze making his hair waver as they brush on his shoulders. “But yes” he adds, his hand intertwining with yours and squeezing it softly. “I’m ready”.

You take a few careful steps, cross the road with a quick jog and disappear into the woods, hand in hand.

—♥︎—

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londondziban · 9 months

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I was talking to my friend after sending him fanart of Byler getting Murray-ed and we were laughing about it but I suggested the idea of Murray talking some sense into Mike and El to get them to realize their feelings for each other are NOT romantic and that their relationship is essentially crashing and burning as they speak and I had to full-on stop and whip out my computer to start writing. I feel possessed rn, literally can't think about anything else.

So all that to say, a new fic of Mike and El getting Murray-ed is currently in the works. I've been awake for four hours and I'm running on a can of Dr. Pepper and a vague idea in mind, but I am writing so that's all that matters.

#byler #byler tumblr #byler nation #byler endgame #byler brainrot #byler fanfic #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things 5 #mike wheeler is gay #stranger things #eleven hopper #platonic mileven #murray bauman #will x mike

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lighthouseas · 2 years

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strange sleeping arrangements

In which Will and Mike get Murray’d and shenanigans ensue (this is not canon compliant). I wrote this at 2 AM and it’s pretty messy but I tried. I usually don’t write for other fandoms besides anipoke so we’ll see how this goes

TW/CW: mild swearing

Words: 3k

Mike Wheeler had a fairly large family, he liked to think. He had two sisters and, obviously, two parents, making his family a family of five. What he did not expect, however, was his already fairly large family of five to become a family of nine in the span of two days. After the whole mess with Hawkins and the Upside Down opening up a massive gate through the entire town, the Wheeler house had been temporarily utilized for the Byers + Murray Bauman, for reasons that Mike could only decipher as “needing to relocate before the Russian government concocts a plan to assassinate him”. As far as Mike could tell, he was the only one worried about this, as Joyce, who had also been involved with the whole Russia scheme, didn’t seem as pressed as Murray was.

As far as sleeping arrangements went, Mike’s mother had permitted Nancy and Jonathan to sleep in the same room only because of limited space, Joyce had gotten Holly’s room while Karen and Holly got what would normally be Mike’s parents’ room. Ted Wheeler was perfectly content sleeping on the lazy boy. As for Murray and Will, well, it was a bit more complicated. Every time his mother told him he’d be sharing a room with Will, he physically recoiled.

What was wrong with him?

“Mike, why are you so resistant to sharing your room with Will? He’s our guest, for God’s sake. Have some hospitality,” Karen scolded, shooting Mike a disapproving glare.

“It’s- it’s just-” Mike really had no explanation for it. The thought of doing such a thing, though he’d done it so many times before with all of the sleepovers he’d had with Will over the years, it scared him. It scared him and shook him to his core and he didn’t know why.

Well, he sort of did know why, but he pretended he didn’t.

“It’s fine, Mrs. Wheeler. I can just sleep in the basement,” Will chimed in. His voice had an edge to it that Mike couldn’t seem to place.

Before Mike could say anything, Murray was in the doorframe leading into the kitchen, a bottle of what looked to be vodka clutched tightly in his hands as he scanned the room with a look of utter disapproval.

“Nope. Not happening. I am not, under any circumstance, having a twelve year old sleep in a dirty basement with me.”

“I’m fifteen,” Will corrected.

“Same difference!”

Mrs. Wheeler physically cringed at the sight of Murray, muttering a sort it out between the three of you before briskly exiting the kitchen. Murray rolled his eyes, strutting into the kitchen and opening the fridge, clearly looking for some sort of food to combat the vodka.

Mike stole a glance over at Will, who had already been staring at him. He quickly looked away, suddenly feeling a tightening in his chest.

Things had been different after El had fought Vecna. Things had been different after Will had showed him the painting.

Hell, things had been different since that day Will had gotten back from the Upside Down.

Mike didn’t seem to have an ounce of hospitality left in him, and all he wanted to do was slam the door of his room in Will’s face and tell him to never walk in it, ever.

“Mike,” Will whispered, glancing at Murray to make sure he wasn’t listening (he was busy slugging vodka and toasting Eggo waffles), “what’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting strange since we got back.” Will sighed, furrowing his brows at Mike. “Actually, you’ve been acting strange since you came to visit us. What’s up with you?”

Mike clenched his fists so hard that he thought the veins in his hand might explode. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. My room is just messy. I-” Mike swallowed hard, knowing damn well that wasn’t the reason, “I- uh- I wouldn’t want you staying in it.”

Will looked unconvinced. “Are you sure?”

The tightening in Mike’s chest seemed to suddenly explode. He stood up, slamming both hands down on the countertop in front of him. “I told you, nothing’s wrong!”

Will jumped, looking rather hurt by Mike’s sudden outburst. He was about to say something more, but before he could, the sound of a toaster popping on the other side of the kitchen startled both boys. Murray turned around, taking a sip of vodka and a bite of his now freshly-toasted waffle, raising an eyebrow at the two.

“Lover’s quarrel?”

The two boys glanced at each other with looks on par with what the actual hell is he talking about and both shouted “NO!” in unison at the man standing before them.

“My, my, no need to get so defensive! I was simply making an observation.” Murray shrugged, taking another bite of his Eggo. “You two argue like a pair of moody teenagers who are secretly in love with one another. One of them,” he motioned to Mike, who visibly flinched, “is emotionally constipated when it comes to love because of, let me guess, his parents don’t actually love each other and he grew up with the expectation that his future “true love” would be exactly like that, so he needs a cute little fluffy emotional baggage compartment,” this time, Murray motioned to Will, who looked rather taken aback, “to reassure him that he’s worth every penny of love because, oh my god, he’s head over heels for said boy and would do absolutely anything for him, even if it means shouldering the weight of his emotionally constipated love-of-his-life, who, by the way, probably hasn’t taken into account that he’s trauma dumping on a person who already has enough trauma as it is.”

The three sat in silence. Mike looked over at Will, who was frozen on the spot, a clear, deep shade of red occupying his cheeks. Mike opened his mouth to say something more, but found that all words escaped him.

Because, goddamnit, Murray had somehow gotten everything that was going on in his head into words. Odd words, but words nonetheless.

Mike wanted to die.

Murray sighed. “The point is,” he said, swallowing the last bits of Eggo, “I don’t want a hopelessly in love twelve year old sleeping in the same room as me. I left my adolescence long ago- I don’t want to have to relive it. So for Pete’s sake, just share a goddamn room.”

With that, Murray retreated to the basement, still carrying the bottle of vodka in his hand. Will and Mike looked at each other, then looked away, then looked at each other again before Mike sighed.

“Just take my room. I’ll take the basement. I’m going to bed.”

Will was about to protest, but Mike was already making his way down the basement steps. Truthfully, Mike just wanted to get out of the situation as soon as possible, even if that meant sharing a basement with none other than Murray Bauman.

Mike couldn’t sleep. The one very obvious reason why he couldn’t sleep was because of the fact that Murray snored extremely loudly. Mike was surprised he hadn’t woken up the entire house.

The second reason (which, coincidentally, also had to do with Murray) was that he couldn’t stop thinking about the things Murray had said, and how spot-on they had been.

He was “emotionally constipated”, even if he hated to admit it to himself. His parents had never loved each other- his mom had married his dad for the money and that was about it. And yeah, okay, he had relied on Will for like, basically all of his emotional support throughout the years. He’d never actually talked to El about that stuff because she had so much trauma already from quite literally being raised in a lab and he wasn’t about to compare his own problems to…that. Maybe that was why his relationship with El had seemed so different lately, why his confession of “love” hadn’t felt right at all and had just felt like it needed to be there so that El wouldn’t die fighting Vecna. He truly cared about El, but deep down, he knew he wouldn’t be able to love her in the way she so clearly loved him. And that was something that terrified him to his core. He wanted her to be happy, and he feared telling her the truth would devastate her.

But what about Will? Mike realized that since the day Will had come back from the Upside Down, he had been, as Murray described, been treating him as somewhat of an “emotional baggage compartment”. Only there to help Mike through pointless relationship problems with El, when he’d really been neglecting checking in to see if Will had been okay through it all.

“I’m such an asshole,” Mike murmured to himself, rubbing his temple with his fingers.

He shot up from his sleeping bag, deciding that it wasn’t worth it trying to sleep with his thoughts, and quietly creeped up the basement stairs in order to not wake his rather odd guest. If anyone saw him, he could just say he was getting water. Which, honestly, could really help as a distraction from the situation he was in right now. The pitter-patter of rain sounded outside the window, which only fueled the mood even more.

However, his endeavor was quickly put to a stop when he noticed a familiar face also standing in the kitchen, looking just as dumbfounded as he was.

“Hi,” Will uttered, a glass of what Mike hoped was water and not Murray’s vodka clutched tightly in hand.

“Hey,” Mike croaked in response.

“I was just-”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I was just- uh- getting water. Yeah.”

“Oh. Here.” Will quickly filled a cup for Mike and passed it to him. The brush of Will’s fingers against his sent chills up Mike’s spine, though he tried not to show it.

“Thanks.”

The two sat in silence, awkwardly sipping their individual cups of water before Mike decided to break the tension.

“About what he said-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Will interrupted, diverting his gaze from Mike. “It’s- it’s not true, anyways.”

“No, no, it is,” Mike replied. Will’s heart fluttered for a moment before Mike quickly caught himself. “I mean, the stuff about the emotions. And everything. I’m- I’m sorry if I keep using you as a “baggage compartment”, or whatever he said. I’ve been an ass to you and you’ve been so tolerating of it and I’m sorry.”

Will was unsure of what to say, so he just nodded. Mike had been an ass to him and still, all he wanted to do was grab his dumb face and kiss him. He hated it.

“Will?” Mike placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, snapping Will out of his daze. “You okay?”

Will jumped, turning red in the face before jerking his shoulder away. “Fine. Just tired. Goodnight.”

Without another word, Will turned and walked back to Mike’s room, leaving the latter standing in the kitchen. He didn’t bother looking back at him in fear of doing something he would probably regret. Will slammed the door to the room rather loudly. He still wanted to punch Mike for hesitating in letting him share it.

Why did he hesitate, anyways?

He sat on the edge of the bed, the bed he’d half grown up in. He’d had countless sleepovers and hangouts with Mike in this bed, but now it just felt empty. Empty and sad. The rain that was currently pouring outside didn’t help the mood. Will’s mind drifted, and he was brought back to the fated day, the day where it was pouring outside and all he had wanted to do was play DND with Mike and Lucas, then Mike had said that…thing to him, and he’d left. And then, in a pure fit of rage…he’d destroyed Castle Byers.

“It’s not my fault you don’t like girls!”

Will buried his head in his hands, sighing shakily. He knew harboring feelings for Mike would only lead to heartbreak. He knew, and still, his crush only continued to grow. He’d been absolutely heartbroken when Mike had begun dating El. Whenever the phone rang, Will always became hopeful that Mike was calling for him, but it was never the case. It was always El.

Murray was right. Right about everything.

Without thinking, Will walked over to the door, placing his hand on the doorknob. He needed to say something. If he didn’t, he feared he never would. Just as he swung the door open, however, he was met with a pair of brown eyes staring back at him. He blinked, trying to process the sight.

“Hi,” Mike said, a smile curving at his lips.

“Hi,” Will echoed, suddenly realizing how close the two were.

Mike visibly hesitated before talking again. “Murray was right.”

“You’ve said that.” “No. I mean…about everything.”

Unsure how to respond, Will stood in the doorframe like an idiot, watching as Mike clearly had some sort of mental battle that he couldn’t see very well on the surface. He exhaled deeply, making direct eye contact with Will.

“I hope you thought he was right too.”

“What do you-”

Will was cut off by a pair of lips on his. He froze for a second, processing the action, before feeling his entire body melt into it. However, just as soon as it had started, Mike pulled away, eyes wide, as if in shock over what he himself had just done.

“Holy shit,” Mike murmured, observing Will’s expression (which was unreadable to him), “holy shit, I’m so sorry.”

Will couldn’t help but grin at Mike’s awkwardness, gently snaking an arm around his neck and pulling him so close that their foreheads touched. Both boys’ breathing was incredibly shaky as they stared at each others’ lips.

“Yeah, I think Murray was onto something,” Will chuckled.

“Think so?” Mike replied. “I couldn’t sleep down there anyway, he snores so goddamn loud.”

At this, both laughed in unison, though rather quietly so they didn’t wake up the house. All of a sudden, their laughter stopped as Will focused on Mike’s lips. His voice could barely be heard above the pouring rain, but Mike managed to make it out.

“It’s always been you,” Will breathed.

“I know,” Mike whispered, “I know.”

Will leaned in first this time, drawing Mike closer to close the gap between the two. Mike sighed into the kiss, eliciting a smile from Will as he reached up to run his hands through Mike’s curls. Mike gently cupped Will’s face in his hands, drawing him ever closer.

It started sweet and gentle, but gradually, both became more desperate. Will pulled back, suddenly realizing as he heard the creak of a door down the hallway that the bedroom door was still very much open and that anyone walking past would see the two of them making out.

“Shit. Close the door.”

Mike laughed, quickly slamming the door shut and locked. Before he had time to refocus himself on Will, he was pinned against a wall as Will kissed him desperately. Mike was grabbing his shirt, pulling him closer. He swiped his tongue along Will’s lip, asking for entrance, which only served to deepen their kiss more. Finally, after what seemed like hours, both pulled away, breathing heavy as they tried to put lost air back in their lungs.

“Well. Shit,” Mike breathed.

“Shit,” Will agreed.

“This means I can stay in my own bedroom now, right?”

“Shut up,” Will laughed, pressing a kiss onto Mike’s lips.

“Also,” Mike started, “what- what does this mean?”

“It means we just made out for a good five minutes because of a man in your kitchen who drank too much vodka.”

Mike laughed, but his expression soon turned serious. “No. Really. What does this mean?”

Will stayed silent for a moment. His hands were still scrunched up in Mike’s shirt. His heart was still beating a mile a minute. His lips were still red from making out with his crush since, well, forever.

“I- I don’t know,” Will admitted.

Mike wrapped his arms around Will, this time just pulling him in for a simple hug. “Okay. I understand. I mean, we are kind of in the middle of the apocalypse right now. And my house is overflowing with people and if we keep doing this we’ll probably get caught.”

The two laughed, staying like that, hugging each other, in the middle of Mike Wheeler’s room. Both could’ve honestly stayed like that forever.

“I guess we have Murray to thank,” Mike joked.

“And the sleeping arrangements that someone refused to comply to,” Will added.

Sharing a room with Will Byers was taking him back to old times, sure, but as Mike kissed Will once more, he felt it. Something he hadn’t felt with El or anyone else.

Mike didn’t mind these new feelings. They were better than anything he could’ve ever imagined.

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #st s4 spoilers #st s4 #byler #byler fanfic #mike wheeler #will byers #murray bauman #mike wheeler x will byers #be gay make byler canon #this was really messy i'm sorry #anyways duffer bros when is this happening #love how i was saying i didn't ship anyone like a week ago #and now all of you byler delusionals have turned me over to the dark side #my writing

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lightwoodbanethings · 1 year

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Murrayed

AO3

Part two || part three || part four || part five

Oh hey, I wrote something based off of this post I made a while ago!

Keep reading for some Murray and Steddie shenanigans!

Things had calmed down since the final showdown with Vecna, at least calmed down in an ‘upside down’ sense. Hawkins had slowly been stitched back together and the community had rallied together in a way no one had expected, but had been pleasantly surprised by. The actual party was still as chaotic as ever, especially with the Hopper-Byers clan merging together and moving back to Hawkins. But things were normal, or as normal as they could be.

Everyone had now been introduced to each other during the months that had followed saving the world and they were like one big, happy and dysfunctional family. Some were closer than others and some formed unexpected friendships. If anyone had told Robin half a year ago she’d consider Miss Nancy ‘the priss’ Wheeler a close friend, she would have laughed in their face. But here the girls were, having sleepovers and talking about unsolved crimes and their love for solving mysteries. Then of course there was Steve and Eddie, The King and The Freak respectively. Dustin had been over the moon about his two favourite older friends bonding, though a little annoyed at times that it meant they had less time for him.

Once the chaos after the ‘almost end of the world’ had settled, Murray had been invited to the Hopper-Byers housewarming BBQ and was very impressed with Hopper and Joyce’s new place. Due to everything that had happened in Hawkins the past few years, housing prices had plummeted and so the merged family had managed to get a really good deal on a beautiful home that had plenty of space for the family and guests. The backyard in particular was stunning, Joyce had planted bright rows of flowers and there was a decently sized pool and lounging area.

As Murray arrived, almost everyone was already here and Hopper had already got the BBQ going and had made a start on the food. He was wearing a ridiculous apron that read ‘kiss the cook, but don’t touch the buns!’ and looked as though he was showing El how to cook using the grill. Murray couldn’t help but smile at the pair, Hopper seemed to be glowing with pride as El used a spatula to turn over one of the burger patties.

“‘scuse me”

Murray stepped to the side to let a slightly disheveled Joyce pass, carrying a bowl of salad in her arms whilst grasping some spoons in one of her hands. He watched her place the salad bowl on a nearby table and put the spoons into what he assumed to be various dips. Murray could tell Joyce had been rushing around to set everything up and make it perfect, she didn’t even acknowledge him when she hurried back inside the house, presumably to grab more food.

Jonathan and Argyle were sitting on the edge of the pool, Jonathan's trousers rolled up and Argyle in a pair of shorts as their feet dangled into the water. Will and Dustin were engaged in conversation whilst a confused looking Steve stood by them, arms folded across his chest and brows furrowed as though he was trying hard to follow the conversation. Max was laid on a sun lounger whilst Lucas sat at the bottom of it with her feet in his lap, resting on his hands that were stretched out behind him. Robin and Nancy were standing near a table of drinks chatting, though Robin mainly seemed to be the one doing the talking. Nancy didn’t seem to mind, smiling and nodding her head as she listened and watched Robin throw her arms around excitedly. Murray almost didn’t spot the youngest of the bunch floating on their back in the pool, Erica. The one who Murray, though he would never admit this to anyone, was low key terrified of but also made him rather proud at the same time. He was sure she was going to end up running the country at some point.

He couldn’t spot the younger Wheeler sibling anywhere, which quite frankly he preferred. He could see how it was tearing Will up watching his best friend playing boyfriend (albeit it badly) to his sister.

As Murray made his way over to the table of food, offering Hopper a curt nod on his way, his attention was suddenly brought back to the house as a boisterous figure entered the backyard through the patio doors.

“Don’t worry folks, your jester has arrived!” and with a dramatic bow, Eddie Munson had arrived at the BBQ.

Even in the middle of the scolding summer, the young man was still wearing his battle vest over his t-shirt (though his t-shirt did at least have short sleeves) and ridiculously tight black jeans.

Murray rolled his eyes and went to put his attention back on the food but as he glanced over he noticed something. Dustin was gesturing and calling for Eddie to come over with a big grin on his face and little Byers was smiling towards him too, but their reactions weren’t what stood out to Murray. Oh no. It was Steve Harrington’s reaction that caught his eye. As the charismatic metal head made his way over, Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He had relaxed his arms and let them fall to his sides and had the most genuine smile on his face. Murray recognised the sparkle in his eyes as Eddie ruffled both the younger boys' hair before moving in to hug Steve. The hug lasted on the side of a little bit too long and Steve continued to smile brightly and keep his focus on Eddie as his little proteges brought him into their conversation.

Murray let out a little sigh and shook his head as he smiled to himself, he reached into the pocket of his shorts and took out a small flask.

“Here we go again…” he muttered to himself before throwing his head back and taking a big glug from the liquid in the flask.

#stranger things #murray bauman #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve and eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #getting murrayed #sort of #the whole gang #post vecna #joyce x hopper #steddie hc #fanfic #steddie fic

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Loved that scene in “Chapter Eight: The Battle of Starcourt” where Murray came back home and danced with his boyfriend <3

Couldn’t hear what they were dancing to because I was crying so much but it looks like they’re having fun

Woody woodpecker??,? Omg what what are you doing in Alexei and Murray’s bed

#I’ll never get enough of them #I wish I knew about stranger things and about them 3 years ago #we need more fanart/fanfics with them #murray bauman #alexei #dr alexei #murray x alexei #alexei x murray #murrlexei #stranger things fanart #stranger things #s3 #my art

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Just Share The Damn Bed (Smut) +18

TouchStarved!Murray Bauman x Dark!Fem!Reader

Summary: You’ve got serious daddy issues. But is it really a bad thing? Especially if it allows you to be bold enough to seek a new daddy in your whacky mentor, Murray Bauman. You visit his home in hopes of showing him how badly you want him.

Word Count: 6.8k+

A/N: Oh, Boy. This is a long one. DARK FIC. The reader is an unhinged stalker with daddy issues and obsessed with Murray. It has slight elements of Stephen King’s “Misery” and Netflix’s “You” just because of the crazy stalker dynamics. Hear me out! This dilf right here can give great dick. I have no doubts about it. So this will be FILTHY AF AND FUCKED UP because I know this grumpy teddy bear 🧸 will make sure his woman is taken care of because he’s such a pleaser. Ya’ll gotta give my boy some love.

TW/Warnings: slight NON CON, DUB CON, mentor/apprentice relationship, mentions of stalking, constant unwanted sexual advances, graphic language, dry humping, alcohol consumption, marijuana use, Murray speaks some Russian, emotional abuse (reader threatens self harm), threats of harming others, exhibitionism, footjob, ddlg, spit kink, 69, doggystyle, reader getting folded like a pretzel 😊, passionate/rough p in v sex, hand over mouth during sex, breeding kink, creampie, body/body hair worship, cock worship, light brat/brat tamer, light sub/dom elements, praise kink, Murray’s chain 🤤, age gap (Murray 40, Reader 20+), cuddles, kissing, aftercare, reader needs therapy, past child neglect

You’ve always had a fascination with Murray Bauman. As an aspiring investigative journalist yourself, when you first read his article on the strange disappearance of Barbara Holland, you appreciated the fact that he didn’t shy away from calling out the ones hiding in the shadows and covering up these events.

You made it your goal to find him when he’d gone off the map. You were always so good at tracking people down it’d been in no time when you found his secluded warehouse. When you met him in person, you’d sat in his couch looking up at him in eager admiration. You’re hopes were to gain some knowledge as a young college student, planning on making a big statement in the media world. Then, you were instantly drawn to his eccentricity. You liked older men but he was different from the men you’d usually mess around with. He’s intelligent, quirky, caring, and brave. So many qualities that you found to be so attractive.

Murray had trust issues; a thing most people working in the investigative field obtain. Especially when he’s written work that has exposed a lot of important people possibly looking to retaliate. When Murray finally took you under his wing and allowed himself to confide in you, you knew that he’d fully trusted you by then.

Tonight you needed him. Bad. More than anything else at the moment. You’ve waited patiently. You’ve witnessed him set up couples like Jonathan and Nancy and even Hopper and Joyce with little regard for his own love life. But you noticed the way his hands would linger over yours as if it craved just a millisecond more of the heat your skin gave off. You could tell that he spent restless nights in bed wanting someone to fill the empty space next to him. You’ll be that someone. You’ll let him use you however you wanted. All that you will asked of him is that he will love you.

He’s been avoiding you though. Ever since, you showed up to his home unannounced in an attempt to seduce him, he’s been distant. He stressed keeping things professional between you two but if he knew just how good you’d be for him, he’d never push you away again.

Tonight you were going to show him your absolute devotion to him. You were a nice blue dress that accentuate your curves and underneath: a lacy white thong.

You knocked on his door. Bottle of vodka in one hand and a joint in the fist of the other. After a long wait, Murray had answered the door.

“Oh, hey,” Murray says, genuinely surprised. He gestures you to come in. You walk in noticing that he’s in the middle of cooking. ‘Perhaps for a hot date.’ You fumed. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here tonight. Hadn’t seen you in days so I figured you’d long forgotten me.”

“You’d have known if you weren’t ignoring my calls.” You retort, plopping yourself on his couch.

Murray hangs his head low. “Right. Uhh. I’m really sorry about that. I just——”

“No, it’s fine really,” You interrupt. “I was a bit forward. But I don’t like that you’ve been avoiding me. I still want to us to be friends. I know I’ve made it awkward between us. I just didn’t expect that it would cause you to stay away. I’ve been wanting to hang out but you’ve never been available.”

“That’s because I was just really busy all week. I wasn’t avoiding you,” He defends. So he wasn’t a complete liar but he was a liar, nonetheless. He was busy but he’d purposefully kept himself busy so he couldn’t face you. You knew this because you kept up with his schedule and his whereabouts. “I wanted to make time for you,” He catches himself and quickly tacks on. “To help you with that paper.”

“I finished the paper. It was so good in fact that the’d like to give me a full ride to their university in New York.”

His eyes widened, arms crossed, and mouth hung open before curling into a smile. “Really?! That’s phenomenal! You must be super excited.”

“I was. Then I told my father and my mood completely went sour. He never gives me credit for anything I do. Not a congratulations. Not an ‘I’m proud of you’ speech. Just a shrug and went right back to drinking and watching sports.”

Your parents were neglectful. Mother having abandoned you before you could even walk. Father practically inactive and deadbeat. He only care to gamble on sports and drink. He never care for your well-being or your whereabouts. You had to grow up rather quickly to survive your situation. When he learned of your plan to pursue journalism instead of nursing, he denounced you as his own child, letting it slip one day that he never wanted you in his life.

You couldn’t care less that he was now drinking himself to death, poisoning his own liver. You’d forget him. You have plans for a new life and it all begins with the man in your presence right now.

“The goddamn bastard.” Murray sits on the couch seat beside you, a hand on your knee.

“I came here to celebrate my success with you. I won’t be staying in this dump of a town anymore so I wanted to thank you for making it all bearable. I got some alcohol, some weed——”

“Weed?! Look…I’d love to celebrate with you but it’ll probably have to be tomorrow. I’m having someone over…” Murray begins. Your heart drops into your stomach. “My mother,” Murray finishes and you could finally breathe again. “She’s pestered me forever about never coming to visit her. And I decided it was a bright idea for her to come visit me instead. Although I didn’t exactly think of the horrifying implications of her knowing where I live. Sweet woman but can be prone to extreme decorating.”

You didn’t know much about his mother. You’d picked up some clues that they were close. You’d also understood that she would call his phone a lot to the point where she would he’d left a voicemail about the times between the day when she could call also a symptom of Murray’s paranoia.

You laugh. “Extreme decorating?”

“Yes. It’s a very real condition. One moment, my place’ll look like this then the next I’m walking into what looks like a show room and somehow she’s got a whole team of interior designers under her. It’s an interesting sight.”

“She sounds lovely. I think we’d get along fine.”

“You mean, you want to stay and meet her? Are you sure? She can be quite intimidating. Especially if she gets the wrong idea about us.”

“I’m from Chicago, Bauman. Nothing scares me anymore.”

“Well, if you do plan on staying, may I please ask that you get rid of the pot?”

“I was just thinking that.” You stood up, pulling the lighter from the pocket of your coat before heading back to seat next to Murray. You flicker for the fire, lighting up the joint and taking a deep inhale. You pressed your thumb and index on each side of his cheek making his lips form an ‘o’ then blowing the smoke directly in his mouth for him to inhale. Your lips a few inches away.

“My mother will be here in 30 minutes. Not because she lives far. She just loves to window shop. If we subtract that, then she’ll be here in 10 minutes. I can’t be stoned out of my mind around her.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“I’ve never smoked marijuana.”

You shot him a look, unconvinced.

“Okay. I have. But it was back then. Woodstock days, ya know. Only did it for a fun time to blend in with the masses. Pot was a lot less potent those days and I was tripping balls. I can only imagine how much of a fool I’d make of myself now.”

You scoot closer to him. “Maybe you were with the right crowd. The ones who you know would take care of you when you’re out of it. I’ll take care of you.” You hand the joint over to him. He hesitates but takes the joint and takes his puffs.

“We can finish this off and then I’ll help you cook and set up,” You assured him. He nods, letting himself relish in the effects of the joint. You can’t help but smile at how relaxed he looks. You love the moments where he choose to be vulnerable. “See doesn’t that feel good.”

“Yeah, it actually does. It’s calmed my nerves by a mile.”

“What would the fantastic Murray Bauman be nervous about?”

He looks at you for a split second then looks away handing you the joint. “It’s nothing. Just anxious to see my mother. She’s wanted me to settle down, have some kids, be something…Feel like I’ve failed in all those departments.”

“No way! She’d be so proud of you. Something my father couldn’t even fake in my case. Your mother clearly loves you based off the countless times I’ve seen her call you,” And she does call a lot. Based off the evidence you’d retrieved when you went through his house phone’s call history. “And if you hadn’t written that story about Hawkins Laboratory, I’d of never had the courage to continue pursuing my career. You’re more influential and successful than you think. In fact, I’ll even brag to your mother about how great you are even though she’ll already know that.”

“Thanks. You really know how to make an old hermit feel better,” He smiles widely. “And don’t let your father get to you about your career path. You did what you love. That’s all that matters. Screw ‘em.”

‘Screw me.’ You pleaded in your mind.

“You know I could use some cheering up, too.” You say after another drag of the joint.

“How can I be of assistance? I’ve got dad jokes galore.” He jokes.

You climb onto his lap, settling your core over his crotch. He looks up at you, confused. “I don’t need a dad. I need a daddy.”

He chokes on his spit. “Pardon?”

You put out the joint on the ashtray. “My father couldn’t give me any credit for my hard work. Even if he did I wouldn’t of cared because I’d feel more accomplished if it were you praising me instead. So please, daddy, tell me I did a good job.”

Murray is speechless, bumbling out incoherent sentences that were meant to protest this interaction.

“Tell me I’m your good girl.” You stroked his beard, moving your hips to grind lightly against the bulge forming in his pants.

“My mother will be showing up soon,” His voice is high-pitched as if he’s keeping himself from moaning. “Perhaps, ya know, we should talk this through first.”

“I won’t get off you until you tell me something. Anything. I want to know I did good.” You needed the validation from him so badly or you’d ask the world to swallow you whole.

“You…did…good. So fucking good.” He pants out. Each time your core would pass over the clothed sensitive tip of his dick, it would further take his breath away.

You move your lips so that they ghosted over his before swiping your tongue over his lips. He parts them, giving you access to slip your tongue in. You both moan into the kiss and you ground harder against him.

Your hands grip as his dark locks and he groans against your mouth at the action. His hands had palms-full of your ass cheeks guiding you over his hardness. You deepen the kiss wanting to commit his taste to memory.

Beep!Beep!Beep!

The fire detector goes off. Light smoke fills the air. Murray breaks the kiss and you whine at the loss. He lifts you off his lap and you take a moment to relish in his strength and the way his firm hands gripped your waist before plopping you down on your original seat. He runs towards the kitchen.

You sigh, wanting to through a fit at the interruption. Instead, you stood up and made your way over to kitchen as well.

“Everything okay?” You questioned.

“Yeah. Luckily, I caught it on time,” He shakes his head in disapproval. “Might be a little over done. Mother’s not gonna be happy when she sees her recipe butchered this way.”

“I’m sure it’s still delicious. I’ll begin setting up the table. And you could do anything you can to salvage this meal. Deal?” You wink and smile.

“Deal.” He smiles back.

This was the glimpse of a life you could have with him. Sweet and domestic. His mother would be proud to know Murray has a woman who cares so much for him. You were sure she’d like you.

Immediately after you’d set the table, a knock is on the door. Murray double check through his security measures before confirming it’s his mother then answered the door.

“Look at my handsome man.” The woman exclaims, putting her arms out for an embrace. Murray’s mother was quite elegant looking. She was youthful looking for her age. The warm smile she carried and the lavender cardigan and white pants combo accentuating her youth.

“Mom! Glad you made it safe. I know the cold weather’s been a little brutal. It’s great seeing you. Come on in. Dinner’s soon to be served, ” He takes her things and coat. “Also I’d like for you to meet my…friend, Y/N. I’m mentoring her. She’s a writer like me.”

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Bauman.” You smiled.

“And it’s pleasure meeting you as well. Gosh, you’re so beautiful. I assumed Murray would’ve introduce you as his girlfriend.”

You giggled at her commment. ‘So she too can see how good I’d be for you. If only you did, too.’

“Mom.” Murray sighs.

“I’m only teasing.” She laughs.

He escorts her to the kitchen, pulling out a chair for her to sit. “I made risotto, mom.”

“Sound delicious,” She beams before turning his attention to you. “Murray’s always been quite the chef. Ever since he was a boy. Always was a big helper in cleaning up, too.”

You take your seat beside her, smiling “He’s a keeper.”

Once the food had been distributed the three of you quipped jokes and told stories as if it were all too familiar. You’d even drunk the vodka together.

“Ya know, I was like Jane Fonda back in my time, sticking it to the man. Stood up for the rights of women and of all people regardless of race. I’ve had my fair-share of run ins with the law for wanting to expose injustice. I’m glad to see that drive continue in my boy. And in the younger generations.” Mrs. Bauman says the last part, pointedly, at you.

“The world’s in good hands. I see great things my generation can accomplish. That’s why this full ride is so important to me. I can grow my career and write about the things that matter.”

“I wish you the best of luck, Y/N. You’ll do great things.” She genuinely expresses. You were ecstatic. If only she knew you were planning to take her one and only son all for yourself. You were going to convince him to move away with you tonight.

You look over at Murray, now in deep conversation with his mother. He looked so handsome tonight. So appetizing. You were feeling naughty. You removed one of your heels,lightly trailing your foot up his leg. You watch him jolt at the action.

“You okay, sweetie?” Mrs. Bauman asks, concerned.

“Ughh, yes.” He shoots you a look.

You smile back at him, innocently. Your foot rested on top of his crotch, rubbing his erection through his jeans. The deliciously harsh friction of the denim against his cock forces him to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning.

“You look a little pale, Murray. You sure you’re alright?” You ask, trying to hold back a devious smile.

He shoots another angry look in your direction. “Just a little chilly.” Was all he could muster out.

He discreetly reaches for your foot. Feeling the soft bottom pad of your foot against his fingers, he could only imagine how soft it’d feel against his skin. He quickly shakes off the thought, attempting to pull you off. You wouldn’t budged, pressing harder against him and circling your first toe around where you assumed his engorged tip to be. He shudders, sensitive to the touch. This was good to know for the next phase in your plan.

“Maybe we should wrap up dinner for tonight. We could watch a movie and then call it a night.”

“That sounds like a great idea!” Murray shouts, probably a little to loud, shooting up from his chair and cutting the control you had over him.

“Wonderful! Son, you’ll help me with these dishes in the kitchen. And as for you, dear, you can relax maybe prepare a vhs for us to watch.” Mrs. Bauman says resting a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you sure? I could help. It would be no issue.”

“No, no. You’re Murray’s guest. Relax. We’ll be right with you.”

You smiled brightly, before heading to the living room. You were livid.

‘Of course. That’s his mother, Y/N. You can’t get angry for her wanting to spend time with her son. She’s a sweet women.’ The angel side of you says. But the demon side of you says, ‘So what if she’s his mother? Murray is yours! He should be spending time with you. He hasn’t had time for you the entire week! You need to spend the little time you have with him. Why do you think she shoo’d you away? She wants to talk about you to him. To keep him away from you.”

The thought of him being deterred from your love made you sick. You tiptoed, hiding behind the wall near the kitchen.

“She’s really cute. A bit young, though.” Mrs. Bauman whispers, handing Murray a dish to dry.

“Again…she’s only an apprentice. It isn’t like that between us.”

“It doesn’t look that way in her eyes. I see the way she looks at you. She really likes you. I just don’t want you or her to get hurt. She’s a sweet girl.”

“I’m like a father-figure to her. She could be with any other man. Why on earth would she like me in that way?”

“Because you’re great, Murray. I’m not the only one that sees it. She really likes you. But she’s also young and she’s learning to discover what she likes. Whether this is just an innocent crush or if she’s actually genuinely interested, it’s up to you to allow yourself to recognize those feelings. Once you do, you’ve got to evaluate whether you let it continue or stop leading her on.”

“I’m sure your reading it’s not what we think.” He denies, he just couldn’t entertain that idea. Sure, you’d kissed him but you were just hurt by your father and the marijuana had influenced your actions. That could explain everything.

You made your way back to the living room, choosing a random movie to tune into. After the countless times you’ve shown him your desire and he still doesn’t believe it. For an intelligent man, he sure didn’t use his brain enough.

——

An hour into the movie and you notice his mother growing sleepy. You were blessed to know that you chose an absolutely boring movie although Murray seemed really into it.

Mrs. Bauman yawns and stretches. “I think I’m calling it a night, honey. Gotta get enough shuteye for the road tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay, you can take my room upstairs.” Murray offers.

“I don’t think I’ll be climbing any stairs tonight. I’m fine to take the guest room,” She takes your hand in hers. “You can stay the night, too, dear. You’ve been drinking. We don’t want you drinking and also driving in this freezing weather. Again it was great meeting you, sweetie. I’ll see you in the morning?”

“You definitely will.” You smile then looked over your shoulder at Murray who hadn’t been listening, still occupied by the movie.

When his mother went into the guest room, you gave it a few seconds. You’re heart beating as you began contemplating the final phase of your plan. You slip down to your knees in front of him. His eyes leaving the television to follow your movements. Your hands flew to undone his jeans, lifting his shirt a little to expose his soft belly.

“Are you out of your mind?” He whisper-yells. “We can’t do this. I’ve been cordial enough with you, Y/N. You and I——”

“Are two consenting adults,” You finished for him.

“Well, I’m not consenting.” He hisses, crossing his arms in front of him. To his bewilderment, you continued. He was an adorable little brat. Luckily for you, you knew a thing or two about taming one.

You resumed undoing his belt. The sounds of the clanking being the only sound in the air. It sends shiver down your spine and an ache between your legs. When you’d reached for his zipper, you lowered it very slowly, taking in every moment. You grip at the side of his jeans, trying to pull them down. He doesn’t lift his hips, just stares down at you, defiantly.

You were growing impatient. You could yell. Lose your shit. You had better ideas though. “I think I’ll handcuff you. I brought some in case you tried running,” You ran a finger along the happy trail on his tummy. “Maybe I’d have your dick out and call your mom in here. Make her watch me suck you off.”

He’s horrified, but why does his dick jump at the shameful thought. You dig your fingers into his thighs further, your sharp nails basically penetrating the denim.

“Or maybe I should choke you til your out cold. I could have some fun with you and you’ll just be forced to take it.” You chuckle, darkly.

“Who are you? What have you done with Y/N?”

“You can be really stupid sometimes, daddy,” You rolled your eyes. “I’ve always been this way. I’ve been obsessed with you from the moment I read your work. I’ve watched you from afar. I’ve studied your schedule. Tracked you down, in hopes that once we met that you’d fall in love with me. You’ve been playing so hard to get though.” You shove down his boxers, tightly grasping his cock. His hand flew up to his mouth muffling a moan. He’s extremely sensitive to touch.

“You need a woman’s touch. I can feel it every time you touch lingers against my skin,” You plant kisses on his bell, jerking in him in his boxers. “Fuck, your cock is so big, daddy.” You whispered before dipping your tongue in his belly button.

He groans. “Y/N, let’s just forget any of this happened. We could chock it up as the vodka talking. You don’t mean any of this.”

“No, I’m not Y/N anymore. Not right now. I’m your good little girl.”

“This is so messed up,” He groans once again, feeling your grip tighten around him. “My mother could walk in on us at any moment.”

“Then quit being so loud.” You release him from his confinement, immediately wrapping your lips around the leaking tip of his penis.

“Fuuuuu—ck.” He stutters out a moan too loud for his liking. His hips lift up causing him to go deeper into your warm mouth. You take this opportunity to lower his jeans and boxers enough so that they’d pool around his ankles then shoved him back down on the couch.

“Patience,” You smile up at him. You taking his hands in yours. You observed the hair on his arms. You love the hairy manliness he carried. He wasn’t the conventional man’s man but he was just the kind you loved. He could be in touch with his feminine side while still having the rugged, hairy look. You kiss the underside of each arm, caressing him with your thumbs. “You know what’s really messed up though? The fact that you would’ve been okay letting me go without having a taste of you. I’d hurt myself. I’d hurt you and anyone really if I never got the chance to have you inside me.”

You deep throat him without warning, your hand finding his balls to squeeze. He pulls up his shirt and bites down at the fabric to restraint his pleasure. Not wanting to give into you just yet.

It didn’t matter to you that he’d still kept his bratty attitude. You were enjoying the feeling on him in your mouth. You’d gone feral. Bobbing your head up and down and sucking him as of he were the world’s tastiest lollipop. His cock was so magic to you. Like a beautifully presented offering, it was the perfect size. Not too long, but really thick and veiny with a slight curve.You can only imagine how many times he’ll manage to make you cum with it.

While one hand continued playing with his balls, the other roamed up and down his chest. Every now and then, you’d tug on the dark curls of his pubes in time with one hard suck, making him gasp.

“Am I doing a good job, daddy?” You say while licking the slit of his tip, tasting more of the salty pre-cum. He doesn’t answer. You tug harder at his pubes. “I asked you a question.”

He whines. “Yes. You’re doing great.”

“Then call me a good girl. Now.” You narrow your eyes at him.

“You’re a good girl. My good girl.” He hisses when you plant your mouth on his balls sucking one into your mouth while jerking the top half of his dick.

You pull away with a soft pop, eyes twinkling at the idea that he’s claiming you. “I’m your good girl?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” He pants.

“Then say it again. Need to hear it,” You were drenched. Your slick causing your thong to slide with ease over your wet pussy. You clenched your thighs together to suppress the dull pain of not having him pounding you. Hoping to get rid of the ache between your legs, your hand travels down your panties. You rub at the sensitive bundle of nerves, your fingers wet with your juices and dripping down your inner thighs. “Say it again for me, daddy.”

“You’re a good girl,” Murray spots you touching yourself. His voice now entirely lust-filled. He could blame the vodka or the marijuana all he wanted but he knew deep down that he’s wanted you for so long. Something about knowing that you’d been obsessed with him made him want to take you the way you’ve dreamed of it. “Can I taste you? Please, my sweet girl.” He begs.

You had an idea. Standing on your two feet, you gesture for him to lay flat on his back on the couch. He does, looking up at you in anticipation.

You pull off your clothes. He admires your body; breath taken away. All his morals going out the window. Not even thinking about his mother possibly walking into the devious sight. Just as you went for your thong, he stops you. “Keep those please. I wanna suck the juices from them, too.”

You moan at his words, nodding. You climb over him. Swinging your legs over his face, your quivering wet core and backside faced him. You stretched removing his sandals and pulling his boxers and pants completely off his body.

Your mouth is back on him like you’d never left, coating his cock with a heavy amount of your saliva. He finds this sex position fascinating. He’s only ever know doggy and missionary. A simple man, he is. But here you were to show him the ropes.

He basks in the way your tongue caresses every square footage of skin. You lightly bite his tip and he bucks at the sensation. This brings him back to reality and soon he puts his mouth to use. He sucks at the thin fabric of your panty’s strip, savoring your sweet taste that soaked it. Once he was sure, he’d gotten every drop, he pushes the underwear to the side, licking a shy stripe up your core. You shudder and cry out at the cool sensation of his saliva against your pussy. You roll your hips, searching for his face so he’d continue. He slaps a large hand on your ass. You yelp at the contact.

“Shhhh.” He hushes you. He rubbing at the cheek then bringing a hand down on the other. He buries his face into your pussy and you could feel yourself sent into another dimension. No way can someone be that good. You’d abandoned sucking him off, resorting to jerking him. Too blissed out to continue. You just kept moaning softly and riding his face. He didn’t seem to mind, wrapping his arms around your waist. He dips a tongue into you entrance, his fingertips gripping your ass to force you down and ride the thick, wet appendage. The hairs of his beard tickles your inner thigh and cunt but it only added to the intense pleasure.

He ate you out as if he were devouring the lips on your face. “Ungh! You’re gonna make me cum so hard.” Your eyes roll back.

He motor boats your pussy, the vibrations causing you to gush your cream on his face and beard. Your vision is spotty as you tried your best to gain your breathing. He’s groaning against you, tongue fucking in and out to slurp at your liquids. You pull off his face at the overstimulation as he continued to suck hard at your little bud.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven.” He breathes out; a hand on his chest as it rose and fell. “I love the way you rode my face. Didn’t want you to stop, babygirl.”

“I’ve got other plans. Stand up for me.” You say, biting your lip. He follows your command, watching your every move. You face the couch, kneeling on its cushions. You bent yourself over the top half of the couch, swaying your hips side to side.

“I want you to fuck me into submission.” You say over your shoulder.

“You’re killing me.” He groans. “We can’t do this here. At least let’s go up to my bedroom. We can be loud…ish.”

“But I want to get fucked now. Right here. I promise I’ll be quiet.

“Yes, but I’m not so sure I will be.” Murray laughs a dry laugh.

“Then cover your mouth, daddy. It gets me so wet thinking of you fucking me right here in this living room when at anymore we could get caught.”

“You’re a menace.” He says, shaking his head at your vulgarity.

“You love it. Now take off the shirt and take me.”

He couldn’t believe he was doing this but, as if his legs were on autopilot, he positions himself behind you. He pulls your underwear down just enough to reveal your puffy, glistening lips to him. Murray wastes no time running his length through your folds, worried that he might come from the sight of your dripping cunt alone. Hell, he’d nearly came when you’d kissed all over his body. He forces the large head of his cock passed your folds. The pressure causing you to cry out. He stills.

You attempt to roll your hips back but he immediately stops you. You can hear restraint in his voice. “No. I need a moment or this will be very quick.”

Murray contemplates removing his glasses. If he doesn’t clearly see the image of himself penetrating you, then he won’t cum so fast. However, he wanted so badly to watch your tight pussy stretch around him. So, decides to keep them, choosing to suffer and hold off his impending end.

“I gotta be real here, hun. I definitely won’t last very long. Ya know, it’s been a while. Like Forever.”

Yes, you 100% knew that it’s been a while for him. Good. No other women could have him. None could handle his core-splitting cock the way you could. You’d take anything for him.

You remove his grip from your waist, slowly rocking back and forth and taking him deeper each time you went down. “That’s okay, daddy. You don’t have to last long. I just want to feel you.” You moan out the last part when you feel him taking control of the thrusts. “Shit, you feel so good inside me.”

His thumbs loop around each sides of your lacy underwear which were being held up by your thigh clamped together. He tugs at the thin material using it like reigns controlling a horse as he pulled you down and plowed deeper into your pillowy channel.

“*ты такая тугая.” Murray growls in Russian. Leaning in, his large hand clasps over your mouth. He’s pummeling harder into you. The sexiness and deep, rich tone of his voice when speaks Russian elicits more of your juices to flow onto his cock. Your nails sink into the hard frame of the back of the couch, practically screaming into his hand at this point.

“Oh my god. It’s so fucking good.” You rode back against him equally as hard. Then he pulls out. You barely have time to shoot him an angry and confused look; he flips you around. He removes your underwear, tossing it to the side and positions you in a way where your head is against the back cushion and your legs are bent at the knees and nearly touching your shoulders. You were folded in half. His hands rested on the backs of your knees, holding you in place. He lowers himself to his knees so that his cock levels with your core. With no hands, he pushes inside you swiftly, squelching noises filling the silence.

Your mouth hangs open. You were still astonish by his thickness and being so filled. “**Блядь.” Murray curses. He flipped you over in hopes to see your blissed out face before he came. He takes his index and middle finger, spanking your clit repeatedly until finally having the mercy to rub frantically at it. You quivered at the sensations he’d blessed you with. The attention on your clit, his beautiful cock thrusting deep into your depths, and the blissed out look on his face was sending you over the edge.

He takes his other hand and roughly plucks each nipple, rolling it between his fingers. You explore his body letting your fingers gently stroke his soft belly then move up to touch his chest hair, then his dark locks. He’s going to cum soon and your hands all over him didn’t help.

“I’m gonna cum, babygirl.” He pushes your legs further against your chest; your knees digging into your shoulders. He draws your first toe into his mouth, sucking on it fervently before whispering a breathy plea. “I want you to cum with me but I don’t think you’re there.”

“Cum in me please. Make me yours. Make me round and full of your babies, Murray, please,” This was your plan all along. You were going to have his babies and he’d eventually come live in New York with you as Husband and Wife. “Fill me up, daddy.”

“Oh my god. You have such a filthy fucking mouth. My precious little girl,” His hands leave your legs, allowing you the freedom to spread them wider. Murray shoves the same fingers that played with your clit into your mouth. You sucked them as if they were his cock. He brings the spit-soaked fingers down on the little nub once again, toying with you. “I’m gonna give you all of it. I won’t let you regret choosing to fall for me, babygirl. I’ll show. I can be a great daddy.”

You moaned, yanking him by the gold chain around his neck, pressing your lips together as he continued to pound hard inside you. He shoves his tongue in your mouth, you earnestly suck at it enjoying the taste of his saliva mixed with your juices and hard liquor. The frenzied sound of your wetness splashing around between your bodies taking you to high points of heaven. Simultaneously, you let out a groan that imitated the sound of growling. You hadn’t expected to orgasm but it happened so fast you didn’t remember where the build up began. Your gummy walls constrict around Murray’s ridged cock. You convulse, wrapping your whole arm around your lower face to stifle your moans.

Your core quivers and coats another layer of your creamy slickness on his cock. Murray gives one hard thrust after the other in short, hard, bursts; rope after rope of his warm cum filling your cunt. You shudder with each thrust, his hand gently wrapping around your neck. He pulls out of you, watching your heartbeat through your quaking, swollen folds.

“Goddamn. That was incredible. I think I saw God,” Murray collapses on the couch seat beside you. Your chests heaved as you tried to catch your breath. He looks down at the cum now seeping out of you. Quietly, Murray makes his way to the guest bathroom coming back with a small wet towel. He runs the warm cloth on your pussy and gathering the liquid that ran down your thighs. You looked down at him and smiled. You were in love and the sight of him crouching down to clean between your legs was something you’ll burn into your memory. “Sorry.”

“No. I asked for this.” You yawned, completely fucked out and sore.

Murray gathers your clothes before picking you up and over his shoulder like an actual caveman. “We’re going to bed.”

God, you loved to be manhandled by him. You couldn’t wait to have more sessions like these so that you can see just how aggressive he could be.

Once you were carried to his bed, he wrapped you in his blanket and you took the chance to inhale the sheets. Everything smelled like his cologne and the bed was so warm and soft, you wanted to implant this memory forever.

“You think you’re mom heard us?” You slurred, exhausted and still very tipsy.

“Gosh, I hope not. I don’t think I’d be able to face her if she did.” He cringes, clenching his teeth. He climbs into the bed beside you, putting his glasses away on the nightstand and pulling your back against his chest. You could feel that he’s wearing his boxers once again. Bummer.

“Well, I hope so. Maybe then she’ll understand that we’re perfect for each other.” You smirked.

“You’re a menace,” He shakes his head, his mouth by your ear. “What ever will I do with you?”

“I can think of several things you can do with me. But we’ll have plenty of days for those.”

“Hm.” Murray acknowledges your comment but he’s slowly drifting to sleep.

You can feel him getting heavier as he drifts away. You snuggle up closer to him waiting until he falls asleep and you whisper, “We’ll be together forever.”

——

In the morning, you woke up to an empty bed. You can smell breakfast being prepared downstairs. Grabbing an oversized t-shirt and his robe, you headed downstairs to join them.

Their backs were turned to you cooking away. You smiled when you noticed Murray look back at you, his eyes widening when he’d notice you in his clothes. His mother looking in your direction to see the spectacle.

“Good Morning, Mrs. Bauman. Did you have a pleasant rest last night?” You smile, innocently.

To your surprise, she smiles back. Then she crosses her arms over herself, raises and eyebrow and says in a teasing tone, “I see you two shared the bed last night. Was the pullout uncomfortable?”

You laughed. Murray spits out his drink, eyes wide and cheeks red. “Mom, is that really necessary?”

“The pullout ‘bed’, Murray,” She says as clarification. “Don’t be such a child.” Mrs. Bauman jokes, winking at him.

The rest of breakfast was pleasant aside from the awkward moment when Mrs. Bauman admitted hearing some parts of you and Murray’s rendezvous. It was all worth it to you, though. In the end, you got the man of your dreams in the palms of your hands. If you’d soon bare his child, he’d never leave you. He was yours to keep and you were going to reiterate that in hopes that he’ll follow you to New York. If he doesn’t come with you, well…then it’ll be nothing to take him with you by force. After all, you’ve waited long and patiently for him. You deserved this.

* ты такая тугая = “You’re so tight.”

** Блядь = “Fuck”

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strangerthingslover69 · 1 year

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One night stand

Dmitri + Female reader

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~Drinking, smoking, swearing & smut~

After five years away you find yourself back to Hawkins. It saddened you to be moving away from your parents but after you a pretty rough break up you needed to get away, so you decide where else better than where you grew up? You can’t wait to reunite with your old friends again, the first thing you all decided to do was go out and get absolutely wasted. You bump into someone on your drunken travels and one thing leads to another…

‘I can’t believe you’re actually here!’ Robin practically screams at you as you get out of you car. She brings you for a hug before you even shut your door. ‘Hey Robbie, I’m so happy to see you but you’re suffocating me’ you say laughing. She looses her grip stepping back, ‘Sorry I’ve just missed to so much, talking on the phone isn’t the same.’ She says poking your ribs. ‘I know I should have visited, it’s been a while. I’m sorry I didn’t but I’m here for good now!’ You say with excitement. ‘Do my eyes deceive me or is that you Y/N?’ You hear Eddies voice behind you. ‘Eddie!’ You say excitedly bringing him in for a hug. ‘You’re looking good Y/N, how was the ride over?’ He says hugging you back. ‘Aw Eds’ always such a sweetie. I’m loving this new tat by the way very nice.’ - you say pointing to the large spider on his neck- ‘It was long but worth it, I can not wait for tonight!’ You say with another big smile. You can’t help but smile. It was so good and refreshing to be back in Hawkins. You needed to get out of California after your break up with Issac. It just hurt too much to stay there. Everything reminded you of him. You were sad to leave your parents but they understood what you needed to do. They’d always been supportive of your choices. After talking about it with them you called Robin up and asked if you could move in with her and Eddie since Steve recently moved out to move in with his girlfriend. Everyone was fully aware of the situation with your ex. Robin was over the moon you asked and of course accepted, she even gave you a job at family video since she was now the manager. Everything seemed to be falling into place for you and you hadn’t even unpacked. You close the car door and grab your bags, Eddie and Robin helping you with your stuff. ‘So what’s the plan for tonight?’ You say making your way to the apartment complex. It was nice, lots of trees and greenery around. ‘Got a show in tonight if you fancy coming along to see it?’ Eddie says looking at you. ‘Are you kidding?! A chance to see Corroded Coffin for the first time in forever! I’d love to!’ You squeal with excitement. ‘Where we meeting the others?’ You ask as you get into the lift. ‘Oh, I’m, I’m not sure yet’ Robin says in a weird way. You side eye her confused. ‘Okay, well we best organise that, I can not wait to see everyone. It’s been too long’ you say feeling like you were going to burst with excitement. Eddie and Robin look at one another with a happy expression.

Everyone knew why you and fully understood why hadn’t been back. It was too hard. Your brother dying in the ‘earthquake.’ That’s why your parents decided to move away, they have you the option to stay but you didn’t want to be away from them after loosing your brother. But now you needed to be back, more than ever. It’s where you belonged. The lift door opens and you make your way down to your new home. Robin unlocks the door, you follow her and Eddie in.

‘Surprise!’ An eruption of voices shout at you making you jump, you look around and see everyone. Steve, Nancy, Johnathan, Argyle, El, Mike, Max, Lucas, Erica, Dustin, Will, Joyce, Hopper and Murray. You cover your mouth with your hands as the tears roll down. You hear some ‘awwws’ as you smile brightly at everyone. ‘What, what are you all doing?!’ You say in utter disbelief. ‘Robin and Eddie told us you were moving back home.’ Nancy says smiling. ‘How could we not surprise you honey? It’s been too long!’ Joyce says making her way over to you, she brings you in for a tight hug. ‘I can’t believe it! I’m so happy to see you all’ you say hugging Joyce back. Joyce has always been your second mum, especially with everything that had happened. Of course your parents didn’t know about the upside down, demogorgans, Vecna all that so it helped having Joyce. You loved her dearly. ‘What’s this?!’ You say seeing the shining diamond on her finger. Her cheeks blush a little. ‘Finally manned up and asked her to be Mrs Hopper’ Jim says kissing Joyce on the head. You smile at him. ‘Congratulations!’ You say with happiness. You reach up giving Hopper a hug. Like Joyce feeling like your mum, Hopper felt like your dad. Always being there when you needed him. You were like there other adopted daughter pretty much. ‘Will you two lovebirds be coming out later?’ You ask quietly hoping they might be, you’ve seen Hopper drunk, it amused you a lot he let go when he’d had a drink it was fun! ‘Only because I am forcing them, I told them they need to get out more. Have more fun’ El says appearing at your side. You bring her in for a hug. She’s looking so grown up you can’t quite believe it. ‘Look at you, look at you all, your all adults. How the hell did that happen!?’ You say to all the others who use to be so little. Now many of them taller than you. You mingle with everyone for a few hours till Eddie leaves to go start setting up for his gig and you say you’re goodbyes to the others as they go home. Yourself, Robin and Nancy all get ready together.

‘I am so excited to see Eddie and his band. It’s been forever since I’ve seen them!’ You say taking out the last curler in your hair. ‘They’ve definitely gotten better, not they were ever bad’ Nancy says applying her lipstick. ‘So Y/N what are you gonna wear?’ Robin says with a smile. You got to your suitcase and pull out the dress you’ve been waiting for a special occasion. There’s been numerous times when you wanted to wear it but your ex said to was too revealing so you couldn’t. Nancy and Robins mouths hang open, in a good way. ‘Y/N, that. That dress. Wow. You are gonna look fucking amazing’ Robin says still in shock. ‘I think you will definitely catch someone’s attention in that’ Nancy saying smirking. ‘Well Wheeler my dear. That is the whole point’ you say winking at her. You all burst into a fit of giggles. A hour later and you’re all ready. Nancy in a lightly baby pink dress, light make up, wavy hair, definitely a signature Nancy look. Robin as always rocking her trousers, shirt and vest jacket combo with sneakers, wavy hair like Nancy but shorter and minimal make up. You were in your emerald green glitter dress. Short enough if you bent over you’d show the whole world your ass as you decided against panties. It was lowly cut showing off your cleavage. Not leaving much to anyones imagination at all. Pairing with some black sandal strap wedges, hair curly and light make up, you weren’t the biggest fan of it but it make you feel good. You all definitely had a different style lined up next to each other in the mirror. ‘Guys, you ready?’ You hear Steve’s voice as he opens the front door. He has kindly offered to be your driver tonight. He smiles as he see you all appear from your bedroom. His smile drops and mouth hangs open when he sees you, you see him gulp and pull the top of his t-shirt. ‘Wow, Y/N you look, wow. Erm, you all look amazing’ he says trying to look away from your dress. ‘Dingus tongue back in. You have a girlfriend’ Robin says flicking his forehead as she walks past him. Nancy rolls her eyes and follows. You smile at him, ‘Thanks Stevie, ready to go?’ You say walking out with him, you lock the door behind you. ‘Y-yup already’ he says again trying to not focus on how short your dress is. It doesn’t take too long to get ti the hideout. Outside you meet Johnathan and Argyle. ‘Hey my dudes, Y/N that is one awesome dress’ Argyle says with redness in his eyes, most definitely high. ‘Thanks very much, hoping it’ll do some magic for me’ you say playfully bumping his shoulder. Once inside the place is just like you remember, even the same smell. You use to think it was disgusting but how you love it. ‘You guys go get a table, drinks on me’ you say smiling. ‘I’ll help you’ Steve offers. The others go find a table whilst you and Steve make your way over to the bar. It doesn’t take long for the bartender to come over taking your orders. You also order everyone two shots. Your mission tonight was to get mortality wasted. It had been a long time since you did. My god you missed it. ‘Y/N?’ You near a voice behind you. You turn to your surprise seeing Hopper, Joyce and Murray. You suddenly feeling very exposed. ‘Hey guys, you actually came! Good to see you all again’ you say with a smile. ‘We’re just here to watch Eddie, Johnathan won’t stop banging on about him and his show so thought come see what the fuss was about’ Murray says eyeing your outfit. ‘You look’ Hopper starts to speak as he point to your dress trying to find the right word. ‘Lovely’ Joyce cuts in before Hopper says something that may accidentally offend you. ‘Thanks, just trying something new’ you say in a small voice. ‘Enjoy the show guys’ you say turning around to follow Steve with your drinks. ‘Oh Y/N, if you bump into someone with in a leather jacket, blue shirt, jeans and a Russian accent can you let us know. We appear to of lost him’ Murray says side eyeing Hopper. ‘It’s not my fault!’ He says defensively. ‘Okay…I will be on the look out for the mysterious Russian man’ you say with a giggle as you make your way to your table.

Eddie and his band do an amazing performance, you were screaming along the whole time dancing and jumping around. You were having an amazing time. Safe to say the alcohol was most definitely having an effect on you. When Eddies done he makes his way to find you all, he can’t help but laugh at the sight of you all in your drunken ways, we’ll apart from Steve. ‘Eddieeeeee! That was amazing! You say leaping to hug him. He manages to catch you, ‘thanks Y/N, how much have you had to drink?’ he says steadying you back up. ‘Way too much’ Steve shouts over your shoulder. You throw him a glare, ‘No way Stevie. I’ve not had enough! Wanna do some shots Eddie?’ You say raising your eyebrows. ‘Sure, why not get more fucked up’ he laughs as you drag him to the bar. ‘Good bar tender man four shot of vodka pleaseeee!’ You say with a gleaming smile. ‘No, you’re too drunk, have some water’ he says unimpressed by you. You pout. ‘Please, just two? One for me and my friend’ you say leaning your chest onto the bar your boobs nearly spilling out. You notice him look down and blush. He rolls his eyes. ‘Then no more. Okay?’ He says pouring you the two shots. You throw him a beaming smile when handing him the money. ‘Thank you so much!’ You say as you down the shot. Eddie downs his shot feeling a little buzzed. ‘Fancy a smoke?’ He says bringing out his cigarettes. You nod eagerly. He brings your hand to his and scoots you through the crowd avoiding the men’s grabby hands they make at you. Once outside you feel the chill of the night, sending shivers over your exposed body. ‘No wonder your cold, you forgot to bring clothes’ Eddie joked as he lit his cigarette. He offers you one and you accept. ‘Haha very funny Munson’ you say rolling your eyes. You lean on the wall for balance as you feel the effect of the alcohol hit you now your not in that stuffy place. ‘You okay?’ Eddie asks as he notices you not looking 100%. ‘I, I’m okay’ you say taking a drag of the cigarette. You try to stand straighter but stumble, somehow you end up sitting down on the floor. ‘Shit, let me get you some water okay? Stay here Y/N’ Eddie says leaning down to you. You look up at his brown eyes and smile. ‘Okay’ yuk reply with dopy smile

You finish the cigarette as you wait for Eddie. But being very drunk you grow impatient and don’t wait for long. You try stand up using the wall balance, your hand slips and you begin to wobble. You feel some hands grand your arms and help you back up. ‘Thanks’ you say smiling. ‘How could I not help a pretty woman?’ You hear him say words a bit slurred like yours. You turn around to look at your savour. Someone you’d not seen before but you sure want to know him. He’s tall, moustache, leather jacket, older but very fucking handsome. ‘Well good sir what can I ever do to say thank you?’ You say with a flirty smile, your hand crawling up his chest. His hands move down to you waist. ‘I can maybe think of something’ he says leaning down to your ear. You think you hear an accent your about to ask him what it is but you feel his lips move down and press a kiss on your neck. It sends goosebumps all over your body not just from the cold. Next thing you know hands are roaming all over each other. You feel his hands squeeze your ass, ‘You look very sexy in this dress, I like it very much’ he says biting his lip. ‘I think I’d like it better in your bedroom floor though’ you say seductively. Yours and the strangers lips crash into once another for a hot needy kiss. You feel his teeth bite your lip making you moan. ‘There’s a hotel down the road, shall we get a room?’ He says into your mouth. ‘Fuck yes’ you reply feeling excited. Your hands intertwine with one another as you walk to the hotel. Excitement runs through out your body. This is not usually like you but you think fuck it, well fuck him

Eddie comes out with the water only five minutes later. It was mayhem trying to get the bar tenders attention, if he had tits it would have been no problem. As he makes his way outside he doesn’t see you where he left you. ‘Fuck’ he says rubbing his eyes. ‘Y/N?!’ He calls your name around hoping to find you. Eddie spends twenty minutes looking for you before going back inside to the others. As he reaches the table he’s filled with worry. ‘Guys I fucked up. I, I can’t find Y/N. I swear I left her for five minutes to get her some water. I can’t find her anywhere’ Eddie tells the other with worry in his voice. Even though they are all fairly drunk they all realise what Eddies saying. ‘Fuck sake man!’ We need to go find her, she’s fucking wasted!’ Steve says throwing his hands on his hips. ‘Robin call a cab and go back to the apartment in case she turns up. Nancy call Joyce in case she decided to go back to hers. Johnathan and Argyle look around here in case she’s somewhere. Me and Eddie will look around outside more.’ Steve says setting the plan in place. He was always good in a bad situation. They all do what Steve says and the search begins for you.

Meanwhile you and Mr Stranger are in the hotel room, one room left with a single bed but it’s not that you’d be sleeping much anyway. As soon as the door closed clothes were torn off and thrown across the room. Lips instantly find one another. Tongues collide with one another, sloppy kisses but both too drunk to care. You stumble back into the bed and he falls on top of you. His lips begin to latch onto your neck and mark it up, it feels so good, you can feel your pussy getting more wet. ‘Fuck me’ you whine as you buck your hips closer. He does not need telling twice. His cock bottoms out into you causing you to moan loudly. ‘Fuck! You’re, you’re big!’ You winch slightly as it stings. He laughs into your neck. ‘And you’re beautiful’ he praises make your pussy clench around him. You hear him moan and it’s so fucking sexy. He begins to thrust in and out of you hard and fast, he reaches places you didn’t know existed. His hands pin you down by your wrists, they dig in but you don’t care as you can feel an orgasm approaching already. ‘Fuck, g-gonna cum!’ You scream as you lift your legs higher. ‘Cum sweet girl’ he moans as you clench around and cum all over his dick. He doesn’t even have time to warn you before he shoots his cum into your pussy. ‘ебать!’ (fuck!) He pants heavily as he fills you up. You can’t help but clench at what ever the fuck he said, you lean up and sink your teeth into his neck like he did with you. You move your head back onto the pillow panting heavily. The man still in you, you feel him growing soft. He looks down at you and bringing his hand up to your chin lifting you into a soft kiss. You smile at one another until you winch as it’s starting to become uncomfortable with him in you still, he sees your facial expression. ‘Shit sorry’ he says slowly pulling out and squeezing next to you. ‘You know I don’t normally do this’ you blurt out. He looks to you and replies, ‘Neither do I, but I’m glad I did.’ ‘Me too’ you say smiling. Your head starts to spin as the alcohol starts wearing off, you yawn as your feel tired from being fucked hard. ‘You should get some sleep’ he says stroking your leg up and down. Your eyes give in as they close, you fall asleep in the strangers chest, he falls asleep next to you

You are woken up by bright lights peaking through the curtains. As your eyes adjust to your surroundings your head starts to thump. Where the fuck am I? You think to yourself. You see the clock on the side as it reads 9:38am. Looking around the room and do not recognise it, you soon realise you’re not alone. You turn your head slowly to the stranger you’re sharing a bed with. Who the fuck are you? You think. You carefully move his arm off your stomach and sit up, the room begins to spin a little so you move more slowly. As you sit up your have no idea what the fuck happened last night. You remember seeing Eddies band, drinking and dancing. You creep out of the bed and realise you’re naked as you see your dress on the floor. ‘Fuck’ you whisper to yourself. Then it floods back. You’re pretty sure you met him at the hideout then you came back here and by the evidence on the floor and wetness between your legs. You fucked this stranger. As you get dressed you can’t help but take sneaky peeks at him. He lays naked half under the covers, he’s a very handsome man, you want to pat yourself on the back but as he shuffles in his sleep you decide it’s best to leave. You see a paper and a pen on the nightstand leaving a little note for the mysterious man. Hello Stranger sorry I never actually caught your name? I’m sorry to leave you like this but my friends will be worried about me. I’ll admit I don’t remember too much of the night but maybe that’s for the best? Thank you for a fun night, I had a great time. Hopefully see you around? X

You end up scribbling out a lot as you don’t know what to say. You also think best not to sign your name. You admire him one last time before you open to door and sneak out. Once outside the fresh air hits you hard, you run to the closest bin and throw up. You get some looks from a group of mums with their children clearly disapproving you. Well you can’t blame them, you are most definitely doing the walk of shame. You find a pay phone on the hotel wall and call home

‘Hello? Y/N, is that you?!’ Eddie answers with panic in his voice

‘Y-yeah, it’s me. I, I’m so sorry Eds’ you say in a sad tone

‘Thank fuck you’re okay! I swear I only left you for five minutes, then, then you just disappeared. We all thought something had happened to you! We spent hours looking for you, almost called Hopper to report you missing!’ Eddie says voice slightly raised

You winch at his words and tone. ‘Ed’s I’m so so sorry. I, I didn’t mean to worry you all. I’m okay. I, I erm need to to come pick me up’ you say nervously

‘Y/N, where did you go?!’ You hear Robins voice through the phone

‘I will explain everything when I see you, please come pick me up. It’s cold, I’m hung over and people keep looking at me. Please’ you beg

‘Where are you?’ Robin asks

‘I, I’m at the Golden Leaf hotel?’ You mumble down the phone

Silence from both sides. ‘Guys please?’ You beg again

‘We’re on the way’ Eddie says hanging up

Only ten minutes later and Eddie pulls up in his van. You get in and are immediately welcomed by questions. It seemed everyone stopped over at yours and they all decided to come pick you up. You have not felt this embarrassed for a long time. You sit next to Robin at the front as Eddie drives back home. ‘Sooooo what happened?’ Nancy asks from behind you. ‘I think it’s pretty clear what happened, don’t you?’ You hear Robin say tapping your neck. You flick her hand away and rub your neck, pulling down the sun visor and looking in the mirror you see your neck all marked up with bruises. Your face turns bright red. ‘Y/N, I get you wanted to have fun. We’re glad you did. But you could have at least called’ you hear Steve’s voice say. You sigh sadly. ‘I, I’m so sorry everyone. It, it just happened so fast. I didn’t expect it. I know I’m a shitty friend. First night back and already leaving you all in the dark? Fuck it won’t happen again. I’m sorry’ you say as your bottom lip starts to wobble. ‘Hey, come here’ Robin says putting her arm around you. ‘Your here and safe now that the main thing’ she reassures you warmly. You cry a little into her as she comforts you. ‘So my dude, whose the lucky dude?’ Argyle asks. Your cheeks return to the colour red again. You lift up from Robin and look at everyone. ‘Well, I, I don’t know’ you say awkwardly. ‘Damn, who knew you had it in you Y/N!’ Eddie says laughing. The others all laugh with you. The rest of the drive home is more relaxed and your still bombard with questions you just can not answer, Eddie pulls up in the parking lot. The others all go out to breakfast leaving you and Robin in the apartment ready to join them after you showered. The water helps you feel a little bit better. You winch as you wash your lower area, it felt sore from the night before. ‘Y/N you want some coffee?’ Robin calls through the door. ‘Good yes! Will be out in a minute’ you call back. After cleaning yourself you head to the kitchen to have your ever much needed coffee

Dmitri wakes up his head thumping and his stomach churning. He feels a draft as he realises he’s naked, he looks up to see his clothes bundled on the floor. He thinks about the night before, he can somewhat recall it. Himself, Hopper, Joyce and Murray went first to the pub to have some drinks, however Dmitri had drank more than a few. By the time they made it to the hideout within twenty minutes he’d lost the others. After drinking more and watching Eddie perform he needed some fresh air and a cigarette. That’s when he remembers you. Yes how can he forget? Beautiful woman. Green dress. Curly hair. He helped you with something. Then you ended up here. His dick twitches as he remembers your moans. Dmitri’s memory is not as bad as yours. ‘Hello?’ He calls out wondering if you’re in the bathroom. No answer. He stands up and sees a note on the side

Hello Stranger sorry I never actually caught your name? I’m sorry to leave you like this but my friends will be worried about me. I’ll admit I don’t remember too much of the night but maybe that’s for the best? Thank you for a fun night, I had a great time. Hopefully see you around? X

He can tell you scribbled some parts out he can’t make out what they say unfortunately. And no name either. What a mysterious woman. He folds the note up and walks over to his clothes putting them back on and putting the note in his jeans pocket. He called down to reception asking them to book him a taxi to go back home. He unlocks the door and it greeted with a not so happy Jim. ‘And where the hell have you been?’ He asks slightly pissed off. Dmitri sighs as all he wants is a shower. ‘I, I met someone, went to a hotel. That’s it’ he says shrugging his shoulders. ‘You called off called man’ he says thumping his shoulder, not hard. ‘Sorry, lost track of time’ he says pushing Jim off. Jim’s no longer pissed off, after all he’s a grown ass man and can do what he wants but still a call would have been appreciated. As Dmitri walks through the house (he is currently living at with Joyce and Hopper as he saves for his own place) he like you is bombarded with questions like you were. ‘So who’s this mysterious woman?’ Joyce asks pouring him a coffee. Dmitri takes a long needed sip. ‘You can say that again I do not know’ he says a little sadly. Hopper and Joyce side eye one another. ‘Well done, you are now officially an American!’ Murray says laughing. Dmitri rolls his eyes. ‘I’m going for a shower, thanks for the coffee Joyce’ he says finishing it. ‘Hey we’re not done talking about this!’ Hopper shouts down the hall. As Dmitri showers he really wishes you’d left your name, he wanted to know who you were. Who the first woman he fucked since his wife was. Sure there had been opportunities but he was always too nervous. The drink definitely made his decision but he did not regret it at all you were so beautiful, unlike anyone he’s ever met. He wanted to see you again. He didn’t know how that was going to happen but he needed to make it possible

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You’d settled down nicely in your new home and job. As soon as you got your first pay check you bought dinner for everyone as a sorry for that night. They were all nice about it to you and luckily didn’t bring it up again. Today you and Robin had book the day off to go to the mall to go shopping. It’s been a while since you bought some new clothes so you were excited. After two hours of shopping you both decided it was time to grab something to eat as you were starving. You decided on getting some sushi, it was one of your favourites and you hadn’t had it in forever. You and Robin sit down, the smell of sushi hits your nose. Normally you’d love it but this time it makes you feel sick. You nose turns up at disgust. Robin sees your face change. ‘You okay Y/N?’ She asks. ‘Yeah yeah, think I’m just hungry. Skipped breakfast’ you say nonchalantly. Robin nods in agreement. Once the food arrive Robin tucks in making mmm sounds. You pick up your tuna roll with the chopsticks and put it in your mouth. As you chew something definitely doesn’t sit with you right. Your stomach churns at the taste. You look at Robin with a worried expression, before she can say anything to you, you are holding your stomach running to the bathroom. As soon as you reach the toilet you throw up. ‘Y/N? You okay?’ Robin asks making her way to you out of breath. You continue to throw up. Once your stomach is empty you flush the toilet and sit on the floor.m, wiping your mouth. ‘I don’t know what came over me. I love this place’ you say clutching your stomach. ‘Well you’ve been saying you’ve not been feeling great these last few mornings. Your not pregnant you?’ Robin says laughing making a joke

You look up to her, face paler than ever. Shit. Your late. Your never late. Since you were thirteen you’ve always been on time. Robin notices your change of colour and bends down to you. ‘Shit Y/N, are you actually pregnant?’ She asks shocked. You look at her with tears filling your eyes. ‘We need to go to the pharmacy. Now’ you say in a panicked voice. ‘Shit. Okay okay, we will go’ Robin says trying to be reassuring. You walk quickly out the bathroom leaving money for the sushi and grabbing your bags nearly running to the pharmacy. You look around and find a test. You hide it as you take it to the counter. Your in and out fast as you place the money down not bothering to wait for your change. You find the nearest bathroom to the pharmacy. Robin looks at you surprised. ‘N-now?’ She asks. ‘Yes now, I, I need to know’ you say closing the door dragging Robin in with you. She turns as you pull down your trousers and knickers, you open the test reading the instructions carefully. ‘Two for yes. One for no’ you mumble to yourself. You pee on the stick. ‘It says we have to wait three minutes’ you say pulling up your things. Robin turns to you as you sit back down on the toilet, your heart feels like it’s going to jump out your chest. ‘Robbie. What the fuck do I do?’ You say running your hands through your hair. Robin bends down rubbing your knees, ‘Why don’t we see what the test says first, then we can talk about it?’ She says with a small smile trying to help you stay calm. ‘I don’t even know who the fucking guy was!’ You say as tears start to roll down your cheeks. Robin brings you in for a hug as you sob onto her shoulders. You stay like this for a while until you calm down. You pull away and take a deep breath. ‘Can you look? I, I can’t’ you say passing her the test. Robin looks down and sees the two lines. ‘It’s, its positive’ she says showing you. You look at the test hands shaking. ‘Fuck’ you say not knowing what to do. You both stay speechless for a few minutes until you wipes the tears and shove the test in your bag. ‘Okay here’s what we’re gonna do’ you start to say taking a deep breath. ‘We’ve already made plans to go to Joyce’s and Hoppers house for the BBQ. We confirmed we definitely could yesterday. We can’t cancel. It’s a joint belated birthday party for Hopper and his friend. It will look weird if we don’t go. So this stays between us okay? I’m, I’m not ready to think about it yet. We got there and put on a smile. Promise?’ You say reaching for her hands. She takes them and holds them tightly. ‘Are you sure you want to Y/N? I’m sure they’d understand if we just say that your sick?’ She asks. You shake your head. ‘I’m sure, this is the first time in a long time I’ve been here for Hoppers party. I’m not gonna let them down. Let’s just get out of here please?’ You say pleaded. Robin nods, you both get up and leave your situation behind for now. The drive home is quiet, you don’t really know what to say. Once in the apartment you get ready for the party in your room. You chose a pretty purple dress with white flowers on it. Before putting it on you can’t help but look at yourself in the mirror. You look at your stomach and subconsciously your hands begin to reach for it. You quickly move them away when you hear a knock at your door. ‘Just a second’ you shout quickly putting on your dress. You open the door and are greeted by Robin. ‘Ready?’ She says with concern in her face. You shake off the feeling of wanting to hide and nod. ‘Ready. Let’s go’ you say grabbing Hoppers present. Robin grabs his friends, apparently he likes vodka. Just like before the drive over is quiet. Once Robin parks up your heart beats faster. ‘Y/N are you one hundred percent sure you want to do this?’ Robin asks turning to you. You take some deep breaths. ‘Yes, I’m sure’ you reply. You get out the car and begin to walk round to the garden, Robin quickly joins you side linking your arm giving you a warm smile.

The garden is decorated in balloons and a banner that says, ‘Happy belated birthday Hopper and Dmitri!’ ‘So is Dmitri Hoppers friend?’ You ask pointing to the sign. Robin nods. ‘Yeah, he’s a nice guy. Russian, you’ll like him’ she says with a warm smile. You smile back as you make your way over to Hopper and Joyce. ‘Happy belated birthday Hop!’ You say smiling. ‘Hey Y/N, hey Robin! Thanks so much for coming’ he says bringing you both in for a joint hug. ‘Wouldn’t miss it for the world’ you say hugging him back. ‘Where should we put the presents?’ Robin asks. ‘Just inside on the table, thanks’ Hopper replies smiling. Robin give you a look to make sure you’re okay whist she put the presents inside, you nod giving her a small smile. ‘Hi sweetie, so glad you could make it’ Joyce says bringing you in for a hug. ‘Thank you for the invite’ you say squeezing her back tightly. ‘Can I get you a drink? We’ve got some wine, champagne, beer?’ Hopper asks returning to the BBQ turning over the sausages. The smell makes your tummy feel queasy again. ‘Sure wine- actually water thanks’ you say quickly. Hopper and Joyce look at one another surprised as it wasn’t like you to turn down a drink. ‘I’m, I’m just trying to have one drink a week already. Gad it yesterday after a long day at work.’ You say hoping they’ll believe you. Before the reply you hear a voice coming from inside getting slowly louder as they come outside. Why do you recognise it? ‘Robin too kind of you to get me a present. Thank you’ Dmitri says as he and Robin walk outside to you. ‘Y/N, I don’t think you’ve met Dmitri yet’ Hopper says gesturing to you. You turn around to greet him. As your eyes meet one another everything feels like it is happening in slow motion. Your heart beating loudly. Sweaty palms. Face turning pale. This is him. This is your one night stand. You stand an stare at him in disbelief. ‘Y/N? Y/N you okay?’ You hear someone ask but everything sounds fuzzy. Dmitri can’t believe it. It’s you? After this long month of wondering it’s you? He’s heard Hopper and Joyce talk about you so much he felt like he already knew you. I guess in a way he did. As Dmitri opens his mouth to speak your stomach churns with the feeling again. You can’t stop what is happening. Your throw up right there on the floor.

‘Fuck, fuck’ you say as you see throw up on Dmitri’s shoes. ‘I, I’m sorry’ you run into the house crying. ‘I, I’ll check on her’ Robin says running after you. Everyone else stands there speechless. ‘Why don’t we go clean them up?’ Joyce says making her way to Dmitri avoiding your sick. Dmitri nods, ‘Yes please’ he sighs. That was not the reaction he was hoping for. The sight of him made you sick. It made him feel truly awful. You run to the bathroom slamming the door behind you. The tears start again. ‘Y/N! Open!’ Robin shouts banging on the door. Your hands tremble as you unlock the door. Robin quickly comes in locking it behind her. ‘What happened?! Are you okay?’ Robin asks as she watches you pace back and forth. ‘Y/N!?’ She says your name louder grabbing your shoulders to look at her. ‘Robbie. It’s, its him’ you say lip trembling. ‘What do you mean?’ Robin asks confused. ‘Dmitri. Dmitri was my one night stand. Dmitri is the father’

#dmitri antonov fanfic #dmitri antonov #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri x reader #dmitri stranger things #enzo stranger things #enzo x reader #strangerthings #stranger things smut #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #johnathan byers #steve harrington #argyle stranger things #jim hopper #joyce byers #eleven hopper #murray bauman

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steddielover · 7 months

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No Shame In Running

Chapter 3

Flashback

Standing in line at the fair Steve tapped his foot, holding his wallet in one hand and a drink in the other he looked around. It had been his first time at a fair in years, not paying attention to much of his surroundings he smiled as he went on the demon tower. It was his first time going on it, sighing slightly nervous he looked to the ground. This wasn’t something he was used to. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to a fair, tugging at his black jeans and white shirt he pulled his sunglasses out of his pocket. Making his way up to the ride he waited on the step, standing awkwardly for his turn. There were too many people for Steve to back out of it and turn around now, going through with it he sat down on the contraption hoping not to plummet to his death.

“You alright? You’re looking kind of sick. No need to worry about it, it’s not too bad. Not like you’re going to fall to your death or anything.”

Hearing laughter Steve smiled somewhat, closing his eyes he tried to keep calm.

“Thanks, that’s just what I wanted and needed to hear. I’m Steve.”

Not wanting to intrude he opened his eyes once more, turning to look towards the voice he’d heard. Steve couldn’t help but like what he saw, long hair and a leather jacket with a hellfire club shirt on and black jeans with a chain belt. He couldn’t tell too much though of what he saw because it was allot to take in.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

Extending his hand Steve nodded, he wasn’t sure what it was about this mysterious guy. The wait of the ride lifting into the air and dropping felt like an eternity, he wasn’t even sure if it was going yet. Feeling different with Eddie, it had just been the one encounter so far. But he made him feel some kind of way.

Feeling the wind on his face Steve looked out over the high rise of the ride. He felt safe with Eddie.

“I’ve never really done this before, I mean sure I’ve come to the fair. But it’s been years.”

Not realizing what had happened Steve felt another hand in his, he didn’t know when or who had grabbed onto the others hand. Blushing somewhat at their hands he tried to play it cool.

“It’s not every day I get to meet new people, so I understand. You’re safe with me though Steve, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Feeling some kind of relief Steve wanted to spend more time with Eddie, he wanted to get to know him better.

“What’re you doing for the rest of the day? I mean maybe we can get to know each other a bit. Or I mean maybe some other day, whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

Shrugging somewhat Steve knew this wasn’t going how he’d planned it to go. He wasn’t sure why he was nervous around Eddie or why he was feeling butterflies in his stomach. He just wanted to make the best of their time together, not sure if Eddie was open to hanging out or not. His thoughts ran rampant in his mind.

“How about Friday, just the two of us. Maybe have a picnic and go to the movies? My treat.”

Thinking a moment Steve wondered why Eddie was the one offering to treat them when he was the one who’d asked. He wasn’t too worried about it though, Steve was just trying to make his way in life. He was trying to find his way in life, there was so much he needed to learn about himself.

“Um, yeah. Sure, thanks. Funny how I’m the one who asked you out, yet here you are wanting to treat us.”

He knew he needed to find a job and fast, he was already looking. Keeping it on the down low Steve wondered what was going through Eddie’s mind, He didn’t anyone hearing them talking about going on a date. He could only imagine what they’d think of him, Steve didn’t want to be looked down upon. He was just happy knowing he got to spend some time with Eddie.

“It’s not a big deal at all. I don’t mind, we could start out by hanging out here. I mean that is if you want to.”

Not knowing the right thing to say Steve just nodded. He was content knowing they were together for the moment, looking around he tried to find something that piqued his interest, Steve couldn’t think of much to do. Wondering what would happen he hoped it would be fun for the both of them.

Shit Steve, get it together. You’re making a fool out of yourself in front of Eddie. Keep cool and collected, just have fun. Don’t let your nerves get in the way of things.

“Of course, is there anything you wanted to do in particular? I mean there’s allot of rides or food, it’s up to you.”

Finding the zero gravity ride Steve waited in line, it was one of his favorites. Not really knowing what to talk about with Eddie he wondered what it was, nothing was the same. Steve was growing up and people came and went in life, hoping Eddie wasn’t one of the people who left he couldn’t help getting the thought out of his mind.

“You sure do like the thrill, thanks again for everything. It’s been nice not having to be alone for the day, I’ve actually got someone to look forward to seeing.”

Standing against Steve’s car he didn’t want to say goodbye to Eddie, he’d had allot of fun. The most fun he’d had in a while, he didn’t want the night to end. They still had allot to get to know about eachother, but he wasn’t complaining. They still had time.

“I look forward to seeing you again soon. I don’t want tonight to end.”

Looking Eddie in the eye, Steve stood on his tippy toes. Tucked away from prying eyes he leaned in and kissed him.

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Steve finished getting ready for his first official date with Eddie. Looking at the huge tiger he’d gotten from the fair he hoped he wasn’t overthinking too much. Fixing up his hair he made his way to the car, wearing a Joan Jett shirt with a jacket to keep warm he hoped there wasn’t anything to worry about.

This is going to be fun, we’ve already had a date once before. There wasn’t much to it and we made it through the night, had our first kiss. It’s just a picnic and the movies. We’ve got this. Nothing or no one can ruin our night together.

Pulling out of the driveway Steve made his way to lovers lake. Making sure he kept his eyes on the road he listened to some music, it wasn’t every day that he had a date. Let alone with someone he had only just met, Steve felt as if it was fate though that brought them together. He wasn’t used to this. Rolling down the window he tried to keep his nerves at bay, Steve wasn’t usually this nervous when it came to dates and people.

Finding a parking spot Steve turned off the car and closed the door behind him. Walking in the direction of the picnic blanket Steve smiled as he saw Eddie getting everything ready for them.

“Hey you, you made it.”

Waving to Eddie, Steve sauntered over to him. Feeling good that they were just two friends having a picnic together, at least he hoped it looked like that to the public eye.

“Of course I did, I wouldn’t miss it for a minute. I’ve been looking forward to this since the fair Steve, why wouldn’t I come? I’m not the kind of person to stand someone up, I mean unless there was a problem.”

Steve looked down at Eddie on the ground, sitting down as well he took everything in around them. Listening to Eddie speak calmed Steve’s anxiety, he looked forward to this date they’d planned. Well more like Eddie had planned, it was a bit of a surprise for Steve.

“What movie were we going to see? You haven’t told me that yet. Unless that’s a surprise too.”

Not knowing what all Eddie had planned up his sleeve he didn’t mind. Steve wasn’t used to being this spontaneous anymore, just getting to spend time with Eddie was what he wanted and needed. Everything had changed the day Eddie set foot in Steve’s life, he hadn’t been this happy since he’d been with Nancy.

“Do you really want to know Steve? I figured I at least keep that much a surprise, but if you must know, I was thinking top gun. I hope you like tuna fish sandwhiches, because that’s what we’ve got today. I wasn’t sure what you’d want.”

Looking at the sky above, Steve listened. Taking bites of his sandwhich and talking with Eddie, he was happy knowing they got the time together. He only wanted Eddie happy, Steve looked forward to spending time with him and getting to know him.

“That sounds great, anything to make you happy.”

Steve slipped his hand closer to Eddie’s, hoping he wasn’t reading too much into it. There was something there between them, the electricity and connection they had was something Steve hadn’t felt in years.

“What’re you thinking Steve? You’re hard to read.”

Looking to Eddie, Steve leaned in closer to him. Not knowing how to tell him, the heat rose, there was so much to this complexity of a man.

“You, I don’t know. I’ve not felt this way in years, first love. But it’s different with you.”

Whispering in Eddie’s ear Steve felt a shiver emanate from the both of them. Knowing this may look weird to passerby’s he didn’t mind, it wasn’t anything to him. After eating and walking around the lake a bit they made their way to the movies.

Leaving together in Eddie’s car Steve couldn’t help but feel some kind of way. Not knowing how long they’d have together for the night he wasn’t too worried, Steve wanted to make the best of their time and wanted to have fun. He didn’t want to have to think too much, sometimes it was harder not to think.

“Two tickets for top gun please. You go find our seat, I’ll be right in.”

Steve didn’t want to leave Eddie’s side, not at that moment. Standing there for a moment he read Eddie’s look as a command, making his way into the theater he picked the row closest to the top. Not realizing who was there he sat down and waited, he hadn’t seen Billy or Tommy behind him.

Steve hadn’t told Eddie about them, he didn’t want him to know that king Steve was the one being bullied now. The tides had changed, Steve had his moments and could still be a dick, but he was trying to change. Eddie didn’t know about that side of Steve, he hoped he wouldn’t ever find out about it.

“Got some popcorn and candy, wasn’t sure what you’d want. But I hope you like twizzlers and cookie dough bites, I also got us a cherry coke. Hope you don’t mind.”

Looking to Eddie as Steve turned his head from the trailers he smiled. This wasn’t something he got to do too often, he did have some money and would do anything he could to get more. He wasn’t sure if Eddie was as well off as he was or not but he didn’t want to always have Eddie pay for everything.

“Thank you, you’re the best. Thank you for making it better, for being that light in the darkness. I know, it’s cheesy. But it does mean allot to me.”

Feeling little kernels of popcorn and candy being thrown at the back of his head Steve turned around in his seat. Listening to the loud talk of Billy and Tommy just pissed him off. Knowing this would end up being trouble Steve wanted to leave and get away from them. He wasn’t looking forward to this.

“I didn’t know Stevie boy was into other guys. Fucking queer if you ask me, but it’s whatever. Glad we’re not friends anymore, never did like you much anyways.”

Trying to hear the trailers and listen to Eddie Steve couldn’t, something bubbles inside of him. He knew it wasn’t worth it trying to fight with Tommy and Billy, he’d only ever won once. They could take him down easily if they really wanted to.

“Steve, don’t listen to them. It’s fine, you don’t need to let them get to you. Just stay calm. I’m right here.”

Feeling a squeeze in his hand Steve knew Eddie was trying to tether him down to earth. Sometimes it was too much for him, even then. But he was happy knowing he did have some sort of light at the end of the tunnel.

“Fuck you guys, leave us the hell alone. Can’t you see I’m just minding my own damn business.”

Kissing Eddie on the cheek Steve tried to keep his attention on the screen, this wasn’t going as planned. His day had gone from great to bad, he knew he shouldn’t let it get to him. But it was easier said than done.

“You never had friends anyways Harrington. People just pretended to be your friend, they never liked you. King Steve, always getting what he wants. Well those days are over, what’re you doing with a freak like him anyways, I thought you were better off with Nancy. The slut with a heart of gold.”

Flushing at the words he was hearing Steve buried his head in Eddie’s shoulder. He didn’t know what to do anymore, he hated this for them. Not wanting to make a scene he was thankful knowing there were witnesses there, in case anything did happen.

“You’ve got no right bringing any of this up, you’re trying to ruin my night. I’m not going to stand for this.”

Clenching his hands together Steve wanted to just get out of there. He didn’t want to fight, he just wanted to leave. He wasn’t having fun knowing they were there.

“What’re you going to do about it? You can’t do shit. I wouldn’t want to be seen with either of you guys.”

I’m sorry it’s taken me a few days to get this chapter out. I’ve been trying, hope you guys enjoy. I’m really proud of where this is going and how it’s turning out. Comments/questions and suggestions are welcome. Anything to help me make it better :)

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steddilly · 2 years

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Uh, where are all the fics of Murray calling out the tension between Steve and Eddie? Where are the fics of Murray not caring who people like as long as it makes his life easier? Where are the fics of Murray opening their eyes and pushing them together to get rid of the kicked puppy looks between them?

#stranger things #murray bauman #bamf murray bauman #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fanfics where #fanfics when #fanfic deprived

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"Oh, so we DO love Steve..." | PART III

⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ SERIES MASTERLIST ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

CHAPTER WARNINGS: mega plot-driven smut ahead in this part of the story. you've been warned. MINORS, DNI. 18+

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Despite everything, you and Steve both get through battling Vecna. You both grin and bear it. You both set aside your differences when the moment calls for it.

Just like you have before. Many times.

And in the midst of it all, you can't help but wonder about your uncle. How he's doing. If he's somewhere in his bunker still, hopefully drinking less (ideally, not at all) and keeping up his phone calls with Joyce. You'd told her to keep tabs on him, and you also told your uncle to keep tabs on her. They needed each other. You had the kids and the teens, but they needed each other. And sure, your uncle has you. Always. But you have to work, and babysit, and hang around a guy who hates your guts because the circumstances won't permit otherwise.

Eddie and Robin really stick up for you. They do. They really like you. Steve can’t stand it.

Even Nancy doesn’t mind you. Honestly, she’s scared of you more than anything. Steve doesn’t care.

The kids love you. Steve won’t make them hate you. He never would. But he won’t endorse their kind sentiments about you either.

More groups are formed, along with more plans. Scary, life-threatening plans.

You stay behind with Dustin and Eddie, knowing that Steve is quietly a basket case over the concept leaving Dustin alone without having him there to protect him from all this shit, the way he has before. With the demodogs, the Russians, and everything up to this point. That kid is his brother. His son.

It’s the only time that Steve tells you thank you.

And he sincerely means it.

By the grace of some unspeakable force, you manage to not only keep Dustin alive...but also Eddie. The bats have done their damage, and you've got some damage yourself. Though not nearly as bad as Eddie. You can withstand yours with adrenaline and the sheer need to protect one of your kids and get this metalhead back to the real world so that he can get proper medical attention.

When Steve and the girls all get back to the three of you there, after all the shit hits the fan - you, Steve, Nancy, Robin and Dustin all manage to get Eddie back across the gate and get him majorly patched up. Thanks to Dr. Owens.

You keep Eddie hidden at Murray's bunker. You're shocked to find it empty, your worry growing more every single minute. But Steve tries to assure you that your uncle is likely fine, probably just out to eat or something. However... even he knows that is not true. Murray does not go anywhere.

"Bauman," he's saying to you, softly. So softly. Softer than he's ever spoken to you once. "He's gonna be okay. I promise. We're here, alright?"

Two days later, Jonathan and his Cali crew all show up. Nancy and him are reunited.

And you watch Steve break.

He doesn’t let it show, not really. But you see it. Both you and Robin do. You let her comfort him. He needs his best friend, much more than he needs you. Especially in this situation. You are undoubtedly the last source of comfort for him in this specific instance.

You reunite with your Uncle Murray, who has returned with Joyce and — to your surprise — a very much alive Hopper. It’s a beautiful reunion, as you all hug tightly.

You all fucking lived, bitch.

Given the new flurry of debris-snow-shit in the air, you all end up having to take shelter.

Steve volunteers his house, given that his parents fled to their vacation home and he told them he wasn’t going. They ditch him, so he has the house all to himself. This time, he doesn’t have to be alone though. He has his real family.

You all move into the Harrington House. Lord knows it’s big enough. But it’s also really tight, for two people who can’t stand each other unless there’s a really ugly monster guy waltzing around that needs to be killed along with his multi-species army of little uglies.

Given the close quarters, on top of the fact that you all can’t leave the house much unless it’s for supplies, you and Steve have no choice but to coexist.

He still resents you, especially seeing Nancy and Jonathan are now getting along again and seem to be doing better. But it's much more subdued now, and you both find a way to talk. Which happens mainly because of you, initiating.

You learn more about Steve's home life, given the pictures everywhere throughout the house. They're all pretty stiff, lacking warmth. You figured that Steve was a pretty lonely trust fund baby, and being that you're a lonely child you can relate to the loneliness that comes with that. Not the trust fund part. Just the only-child-syndrome part, which you know perfectly well forces you to either become very well acquainted with yourself...or hate yourself even more. Steve clearing did not lean into becoming his own source of reliability and companionship, the way that you did. And it made you understand him better. It made you understand why he needed to be around the likes of Carol and Tommy H. He did not know how to be alone with himself.

"I think my dad and I don't even like the same beer," Steve scoffs, allowing himself a humorless chuckle. You don't laugh with him, instead giving him a soft look. An apology with your eyes.

"And my mom, she just...I dunno. Sometimes, I wonder why she never left him."

You let Steve reveal as little or as much as he wants to. It just depends on the day.

The two of you watch out for the kids. You both go with them to visit Max in the hospital. You even initiate finding a way to get her to stay there while in a coma, thanks to enlisting the help of your uncle to help enlist the help of Dr. Owens. The kids love you for that.

Steve doesn’t love you… But he appreciates you.

A lot. He's beginning to find appreciation for you, for a lot of things.

Your uncle clocks the very niche tension between the two of you, now that you’re all under the same roof and he’s given no choice but to.

And damn, it makes him curious. He is, after all, the witch doctor of love…

Nevertheless, Murray takes his time choosing when to strike.

As you and Steve both help nurse Eddie back to health, and read to Max in her coma (which leads to both of you just simply talking), and make the kids laugh together, and even make conversation with Nancy and Jonathan (…it’s very double date ish) Murray watches his niece — and mannnnnn, is he amuuuuuused.

One night, you and Steve stay up to share some drinks with the adults. It’s the first time that the two of you actually make each other really laugh, heartily. The drinks help.

That’s sort of Murray’s plan. Vodka is, after all, the holy grail.

Even Eddie joins, along with Robin. But Steve sits next to you. Not his best friend, or the new friend he’s made in the metalhead. Nope, he sits his perfect, hunky ass that makes all the ladies drool right next to little ole you.

And damn, do you both laugh.

Murray’s never seen you laugh that hard with anyone in his life. He wonders if you’ve ever laughed that way at all.

And the way that Harrington looks at you? Especially when you’re not looking… Holy shit.

And the way you look at him the same way... makes Murray grin ear to ear like a mischievous kid with the plan to wreak havoc.

Hopper and Joyce are so settled into their relationship, and Jonathan seems to be winning back the love of Nancy. Eddie and Robin are so single it hurts, but it's legendary too. And you? Steve? Well, you guys are mortal enemies. And yet somehow, sitting here in the Harrington's living room with glasses of chilled vodka, belly-laughing over anything -- you and Steve exude more chemistry than all of them combined.

So when everyone goes to bed, and Murray catches you alone, he grills you. Not like the others. Nah, you’re family. He’ll cut you some slack.

…not much, though.

It sobers you right up.

"Do not tell me for one second that you don't think he's gorgeous," your uncle is saying in a low voice. You're both standing in his bedroom, having fetched him a tall glass of water which turned out just be a way to fucking lure you into his witchdoctor trap.

"I love you Uncle Murray. I really do. But this theory? -- is not one of your other bullseye's."

"Face it, kiddo," your uncle is smirking. "Your uncle's never wrong. You're just never the one on the other end of his lectures when he's making astute observations. You're always contributing to it. But this time? You're the leading lady, darling."

"False."

"You like Steve."

"Murray...!"

"You like Steve..."

You try to tell your uncle that everything he is saying is nonsense. Steve hates you. He absolutely hates you. Loathes and despises you, and plans to do so until you’re all particles of dust.

“Plus, he is so fucking annoying and whiny and entitled and has zero self respect unless it’s up against someone who calls him out for his shit,” you tell your uncle, gesturing to yourself on the last part. “Steve Harrington is a cocky guy who would just rather suffer in his own misery than ever see or lean into being this...this incredible man that he's...capable of being, the role model he has become to those kids, who love him, they love the human most deserving of being put first —”

.................

…oh fuck.

The silence is deafening. Murray’s smirk and all-knowing glare only adds to your being aware of what you just said to him, and admitted to yourself, out loud.

“Oh…oh so we do love Steve.”

Your uncle’s words are the cherry on top of the cake you just baked, and didn’t know you had the ingredients to make.

You don’t sleep that night.

***

The next morning, you and Steve both sit with Max.

"Wondering what she wrote in yours?"

Steve is nodding at the stack of letters on the bedside table. You all left them there, promising yourselves not to open them. Because she will wake up.

Lucas took it hard, Max dying. You'd been there to hold him, comfort him, along with Steve. You both watched him burst into tears numerous times, sometimes sobbing uncontrollably, despite the fact that she was somehow still here. It broke both your hearts, but you both got through it with him. Together.

And while the other kids were taking it hard too...so fucking hard...it was Steve who carried the most guilt. Remorse, anguish and guilt.

"I failed my kid," Steve had told you at the hospital once. You looked at him with a furrowed brow and concerned eyes.

"Steve, no you didn't."

His voice shook, eyes drowning in nightmarish thoughts. "I wasn't there for her. I wasn't -- wasn't..."

"You could never fail those kids. Not even if you tried."

He didn't believe you. But he wanted to. You had squeezed his hand that day, sitting in the waiting room. And to your surprise, not only did he let you...but he squeezed it back, letting your hands rest that way for an hour as you fell asleep in the seats before being woken up.

And now, sitting in one of his guest rooms while Max lay asleep in the coma still, you can see that guilt in him is spreading.

Steve is holding the letter that she gave to him, and you ask him if he’s wanting to read it.

Steve snorts. "God, you kidding? She'll wake up just to kill me before going right back to sleep."

You smirk, biting back a real laugh. “True.”

But Steve looks conflicted. He fiddles with the letter in his hands, wanting to tear it open. You know that he does.

“…want me to read it out loud to you instead? She can kill me in your place.”

Steve chuckles at that.

...but he doesn’t say no.

In fact, after biting his lip for a minute and thinking, he finds himself nodding. Yes. Please, read it to me, he’s thinking.

So you do.

You take the letter and read it to him. You read him the words that only a little sister could write to a big brother who she loves and wishes she will grow up to be like. You read him words that make him light up like a Christmas tree, yet cause him a painful ache deep within his bones. You read him a letter of love that no one ever took the time to write, let alone express, to him his entire life.

Steve fights tears. He bites them back, successfully. You’re the last person he ever wants to see him vulnerable. Hell, he can’t even see himself like that without judging his own self harshly. He can only imagine that you will, too.

He doesn’t know, though, that not only would you never judge him for that. But selfishly, you wish he would feel safe with you. Or God, someone at least. Just not Nancy. Someone who deserves him wholeheartedly.

"Steve," you speak softly.

He's staring into space, zoned out. But then, he finally looks over at you. He sees the kindness in him, and it almost takes his breath away. The way that you look at him...he just never thought you could...that you could --

"You're all of these things. Everything she wrote in this? You're all of it. And then some. You're the hero all those kids dream of being when they grow up. You're their favorite person. The one they trust, go to for everything. Even if you don't think that they do, they do."

He listens, unable to move. Speak. Breathe.

"You are...a great person, Steve Harrington."

***

That night, there’s a knock on your door. You’ve been given the guest room upstairs with no bunk mate. Unlike most of the people in the house. But given that Joyce and Hopper are together now, and El sleeps in Max’s room to keep watch, the four younger boys share a room with Eddie, Nancy is with Jonathan, Erica sleeps at her own house and Robin shares Steve’s room since she splits her time here and at home — you and Murray got the solo rooms.

Steve is now grateful for those sleeping arrangements tonight.

Because when you open the door, he’s on the other side. He looks sad, conflicted and lost. Like his mind is racing at a million miles an hour, yet can’t think of anything to say. He’s tongue tied, just staring at you expectantly…

What is he expecting?

“What’s wrong?” you ask. “Is it Max?”

Something about your question makes Steve brows pinch together. Like it’s suddenly confusing him even more. But he doesn’t speak.

You wait patiently. But truth be told, you are anxious as fuck. Because damn, he’s pretty. He is so stupid pretty. And fuck it’s annoying. His lips are just the right shape in a pout, and it’s really fucking annoy —

His lips are crashing into yours before you can even finish dissecting them.

Steve is kissing you like life depends on it. Gentle at first, but eager. Determined.

And when you both pulls back -- you don’t hesitate for more than a solid 2-3 seconds, your eyes shocked while his eyes silently ask, is this okay?

Your lips crashing back against his answers — yes.

Steve is a hurricane of both madness and all things serene in the ways that he touches your body. He explores your skin with his lips and hands, as if he has all the time in the world. The curve of your jaw and neck. The jut of your collarbones. The feel of your clavicle, which leads him to the shape of your tits and nipples. He cherishes your body, hungrily exploring it. It’s heated, hot and heavy. He licks a stripe down your abdomen to the waistband of your sweatpants. The way his brown irises look up at you, all round and doe eyed, makes the back of your throat groan with need. It’s not loud or brash, nor is it strained and quiet. It’s soft but certain. Steve melts at it, his fingers curling one by one around the band of your sweatpants, his eyes still asking — please?

You’re nodding without even having to hear a word out of him. And Steve pulls.

Euphoria is the feeling of Steve’s tongue exploring your folds. It’s the sound of him sighing into your portal in pure pleasure, and the way he sucks your clit with fervency yet flicks it with supple patience. His hands knead into your thighs, one of them reaching to squeeze your hips so that he can pull himself up to you and let you taste yourself on his tongue. He wraps an arm underneath your waist, hooking you to him, asking in the breathiest of whimpers, “Please let me, angel.”

He’s getting a fistful of your hair into one of his big hands, adoring the way that you squeak a yelp. You suck on his tongue, hard, and it’s enough to drive him mad. He pins himself against you, grinding. But you sit up, keeping your bodies glued together and now using your teeth to tug on his lip and paralyze him in pure ecstasy. You take the opportunity to slide your teeth and tongue down his jaw and neck, trailing pecks and kisses along the way, and the throaty whimper he lets out makes you see stars behind your hooded eyes as you drag your tongue down his chest. The wet stripe you’re leaving glides down to his toned abdomen’s bunny trail, and as you curl your fingers around his sweatpants, you pause… letting your lips press the most fluttery of kisses to each of his scars.

Steve can’t help the shudders, sighs and whimpers that escape his lips, along with your name. It’s raw, uncensored. He clutches your hand, which you extend up to him in a greedy grab as you slowly work his pants down with your other hand. You hook your fingers onto his chin, forcing him to let go of your hand in his and look down at you. He does, and it’s game over. You watch him and never break eye contact as you use both hands to push down his briefs…

…and thank God for that — because otherwise, you would see just what you’re up against as far as pleasuring him goes.

You feel the tip of his hard length tap your chin, and you scoot farther down into the mattress — on your knees like a perfect angel. Your tongue plays with its head, tasting the tang of his pre-cum, and Steve is shaking so hard he can’t stand it. He clenches his jaw, gritting out blissful curses through his teeth. “Fuck, baby, fuck.”

You take in the intense length of him, pleasuring him until he is touching the back of your throat and nearly gagging you senseless, and the mess he is up above you — it sends your mind into a tailspin. He has never looked so pretty, eyes squeezed shut except when he’s glancing back down at you with more fondness and adoration than you ever thought possible from not only a man who hates you…but any man at all.

And when Steve is just about to cum, he begins to beg. “P-please. Wait, please.”

His hands urgently cup your jaw, forcing you to look back up at him and cease your sickeningly perfect work. He pulls, and you follow. He drinks you in with his gaze, staring into your soul, as if he’s trying to figure you out. He stares and stares, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, his brown eyes searching yours like you are the most beautiful mystery he has ever needed to solve. He looks as though he might ask you something. Say something...

But he dives in to kiss you again before he lets himself.

His hand wraps around the bend of one of your knees, tugging it up so that he can hook your leg around his waist. Then he does it to the other. And before you know it, you’re straddling him.

“Fuck, Bauman, please,” Steve Harrington groans into your mouth. Then softer, murmuring against your lips as he kisses them endlessly, “please let me, please.”

And you know what he is asking. You know what he wants. You don’t have to even think twice. Lifting yourself up, lining him with your entrance, he stretches you out and the euphoric sting of it sucks the air right out of you. And Steve.

Steve is winded by the feeling of how tight your walls are, and by just how right it feels to be inside of you. You both fit. Like a perfect match.

At this point, you’re both a frenzy of fucking. You ride him – slow, hard, fast, all of it. Steve keens into your mouth, then your neck as he buries his face there — completely overwhelmed. You hold his head there, comfortingly and securely, and so fucking perfectly as your fingers tug at the ends of his perfect hair.

“I’ve got you, baby,” your voice shakes in a breathy whisper, just for him. “Let it all go.”

And Steve does. His fingers dig into the curve of your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him as he presses the loud growl of his climax into your bare shoulder. He releases himself into you, hot and loaded, and you drip just as much onto him as he just shot into you.

As if that wasn’t enough to send you reeling — enough to make you see angels and devils and god — it’s the way that Steve shudders against you, catching his breath…and then pulls back to look at you…that renders you speechless.

His hairline leaks sweat, his face beaded with it. His eyelids are hooded, the dark brown irises dazed and daring to meet your gaze. His lips are parted perfectly — and the way he looks up at you with his tousled hair, somehow still perfect after it’s been pulled and messed with, is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Steve Harrington is so fucking beautiful. He’s an all-American boy, yet a Greek god.

The way that Steve gently brings your forehead to his, breathing against you, closing his eyes at the contact — you find yourself timidly nuzzling the tip of your nose to his. And you feel him smile against you, opening your eyes just enough to steal a peek — and that’s when you feel a deep ache in your heart and soul that might as well kill you.

Because now you realize. That is love.

Steve is love.

But you let it die inside of you tonight, not wanting to make this moment end any sooner than it has to. Instead, you let Steve entangle his limbs with yours, not daring to ask if he wants to stay. Because if you do, he’ll likely leave. He’ll realize that being in bed with you is the last place that he wants to be, and that he’s made a mistake. He’ll go back to hating you, more than he already does, and it will be the death of you. So instead, you just let it ride out however it’s supposed to.

You try not to count the minutes as Steve absentmindedly traces circles with his fingertips on your skin. Your hip bones, your shoulder blades, your spine. You tell yourself to forget that time and its limits exist as you stroke the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck, your temple against his forearm, his outer arm draped over you. You tell yourself that this is it. This is heaven. This is eternity. You tell yourself even if you wake up and it’s just a dream, you’ll remember it for as long as you live. Because on the other side of death is this, and it will never end.

You let that ease your mind as he presses his lips to your forehead and you no longer fight sleep.

So when you do wake up…and find that Steve is still there…you’re shocked. But you stay that way until he wakes. He looks at you in awestruck wonder. Not confusion or regret. Just…wonder.

He props himself up on an elbow, still looking at you, deep in thought. All you can do is stare back, wishing you knew what the hell he was thinking but not daring to ask. It wasn’t worth risking this. You stay that way for a little while.

He finally breathes a sigh, whispering, “Kids will be up soon.”

You give him a soft smile and gentle nod. You can already see Dustin waking up to go knock down Steve’s door, and that’s…not gonna end well if he finds out that Steve is walking out of your room instead.

Steve contemplates god-knows-what for another long moment before pressing a quick kiss into your hairline as he rises.

You watch him stand and dress himself, your heart throbbing at the way he looks in the early morning light streaming through the windows. His body is god-like. Tall, lean and athletic. His skin has the most beautiful constellation of moles that put the entire galaxy of stars to shame. And you ache at the thought of never being able to touch them again.

He gives you a soft grin after he throws his t-shirt back on, and before you know it he’s gone.

You lay there staring at nothing, feeling yourself leak a couple of silent tears and wondering why. You find yourself afraid to get up and face whatever new reality lies ahead of you on the other side of that door.

***

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False Alarm

Thanks to @doubleb11 for this idea! It was fun writing this with all of the chaos. I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments! Also, if anyone comes up with a cool title for it, please let me know!

(now on Ao3)

~*~*~*~

Steve sighed as he sat on the edge of the lake up by his parent’s lake house a couple of hours north of Hawkins. It had been months since the events of Spring Break and dealing with the aftermath of it but Steve hadn’t had a chance to get away to decompress. His time, for months, has been spent carting Max back and forth to physical therapy while her mom worked double shifts, playing bodyguard for Eddie against everyone in town, and hosting DnD at his parent’s house so the kids could act like kids. Between the Party and working back to back shifts at Family Video, Steve was at his wit’s end. So, he did what he always did when he was feeling particularly stressed.

He called off of work, packed his old school backpack, raided the pantry for snacks, and set off towards his parent’s lakehouse.

Whenever the silence in his house grew too suffocating or the pressures in Hawkins got too great in the past, he’d leave for a weekend or two. He would drive up to his parent’s lakehouse and relax for however long it took to feel like himself again. Steve would wait until the tension in his shoulder lessened to nothing and the heaviness in his chest lightened. When he finally felt normal again, he would drive back and return to reality, or his fucked up version of it anyway.

Sitting at the lakeside with a cold beer in hand, alone with nature after feeling suffocated with responsibilities back home was enough for him to breathe.

He’d been pulling this de-stressing disappearing act for years without any repercussions. Whenever he got a bad grade or a particularly gruesome loss in basketball, he’d drive up here for some alone time to wallow. His ‘friends’ at school certainly didn’t notice his absence and didn’t care if they did. His parents too were unaffected with his weekend trips. They never cared when he left, probably wishing he would stay gone.

After the Upside Down, his disappearances became more frequent. He’d throw some clothes in a bag and hop in his car when he had a bad nightmare or when his head started to ache. He even set up his bedroom at the lakehouse to be an infirmary of sorts, a place he could go to recover from nasty migraines whenever they sprung up. Steve’s biggest fear was becoming a burden to the people he cared about and ending up alone so he hid his weaknesses, dealing with them himself. After his first three experiences with the Upside Down, no one questioned his weekend excursions. They were too busy trying to recoup themselves to worry about him. Inevitably, he would go back to Hawkins and things would continue as they always had. He would hold the facade of having things together and would be available for the kids when they needed him, without having anyone available for him.

So just like always, when the itch to disappear for a while had come, Steve packed his things and took off without a word. When his heartbeat stopped fluttering and the tension headache faded, he would go back home to his friends that never noticed him missing anyways.

But for now he would enjoy the views of the lake without going for a swim, PTSD from Spring Break had ruined that, and would relax in a place that had always felt comforting to him.

~*~*~*~

Eddie was worried about Steve. For the past week and a half, conversations with him had begun to feel one sided with Steve always staring out into the distance, like he wished he could be anywhere else. He kept catching him rubbing at his temples and stressfully scrubbing his hands down his face.

When Eddie mentioned it to Robin, she explained that those were some of the signs Steve started to show when a migraine was encroaching on him. After her closing shift at Family Video, he drove them both to the Wheeler’s house to pick up some homemade chicken noodle soup with Nancy in tow. Then they went to Steve’s house.

The usually inviting home was completely dark which made Eddie and Nancy pause. Eddie had never seen the home look so foreboding. Robin didn’t so much as pause in her ministrations.

“The lights hurt his head when he’s having a migraine. I bet the dingus has just been staying in bed the past few days, not even feeding himself. Let’s bring some sustenance to the self-sacrificing idiot,” she answered their unasked question and proceeded to the house.

But the front door was locked. Both her and Nancy turned to Eddie who just looked at them blankly.

“Well? Pick the lock!” Robin said, waggling her hands in front of the door.

“Why would I pick the lock?” He asked her confused.

“Because it’s locked and I don’t have a key. Pick it!”

“Why can’t we knock and have him open it? If any of the neighbors see me picking his lock, they’ll call the cops and I’ll get arrested!”

Nancy sighed in exasperation. “Eddie, who cares if they call the cops? Hopper will be on our side and Powell and Callahan are useless anyway. Pick the lock or I’ll shoot it.”

“Nice try,” he said condescendingly. “You didn’t even bring your gun.”

“Didn’t I?” She asked, raising a brow in challenge.

Eddie swiped a hand down his face and pulled a couple of bobby pins from his bun. He wasn’t going to argue with Nancy “gun-slinging” Wheeler, thank you very much. After a few twists, turns, and pokes, the door opened with a soft groan.

“Thank you,” Robin muttered sarcastically and slid past him. Nancy glared at him and did the same. Eddie looked around the neighbor’s houses before sighing defeatedly and ducking inside to follow the girls. If he got arrested for breaking and entering, Wayne was going to be pissed. At least he was doing it in an effort to help Steve.

The problem was, Steve wasn’t there. Robin looked frantically all over the house, the basement, and the backyard but she couldn’t find him anywhere. What she did find though was an empty snack stash, a missing bomber jacket, and a lack of school backpack in his closet.

“Holy shit guys, I think he left! He felt so miserable that he left! Oh my god, what kind of platonic soulmate am I that I didn’t even notice that Steve was suffering? Oh no, what if he doesn’t know we care? I don’t know how to live without him. Nance, Eddie, what do we do?!” Robin rambled, her voice was teetering on the edge of hysterics.

Nancy looked just as shocked as she did, her own voice shaky when she spoke. “I-I don’t know. Steve is the one that’s always grounded, always so sure of everything. I don’t know what to do. Maybe we can call a code red, alert the kids?”

“Yeah, yeah, we have to, right?” Eddie muttered. Through all of his paranoid wondering, this is not a scenario he had imagined.

For the next three days, the entire Party searched for Steve. Eddie helped Nancy and Robin visit all of Steve’s old haunts and current hangouts. The kids tried to reach his walkie on Cerebro and tried to call his parents, although they never answered. Hopper, Joyce, and even Murray called hospitals and morgues all over the state of Indiana but nothing came of it.

It was like Steve had disappeared off the face of the Earth. El and Will were positive that it wasn’t Upside Down related, they were sure that the Upside Down was gone for good. Even if it wasn’t they were 100% certain that they would feel it. Dustin and Lucas assured the group that he must’ve been kidnapped. There was no other alternative, Steve wouldn’t just leave. Mike and Max though were a little more pessimistic in their speculations. They thought that maybe Steve didn’t care about them as much as they thought he did. Why else would he run away?

Robin and Eddie in particular were distraught. Robin because her platonic soulmate was missing, because he didn’t feel that he could come to her. Eddie because the object of his affections, his current best friend, and potentially future boyfriend, was missing. They hadn’t discussed feelings yet but their flirting was escalating rapidly so it was only a matter of time. Unless they couldn’t find him which would leave whatever they had on the cusp of something.

Nancy was horrified at the prospect of Steve leaving. They weren’t in a great place, they never were after Barb disappeared and she called him bullshit. Things were awkward between them now, as they had been for years. But she liked to think they were friends, friends that could lean on each other when they needed to. To discover that Steve didn’t feel that way was heartbreaking.

And Hopper? Hopper felt like he failed the kid. He knew the Harrington’s were always out of town and he knew that Steve was in that big house all by himself a majority of the time. He should have checked in more, should’ve made him feel more included in his own little family. And now he was gone for good and he would never get the chance.

~*~*~*~

Steve was feeling refreshed after a few days away. After a mere few days relaxing without responsibility and worry, his heart felt lighter and his head felt clearer than it had in months. He felt good enough to return to his day-to-day life so he took one last view of the picturesque water, threw his bag into the car, and took off.

The drive back home was always longer than the one he took to the lake house but he passed the time singing to his mixtapes and having a good time. He was bopping his head and singing along to a Queen song, living his best life as he drove past the Welcome to Hawkins sign when he saw police lights behind him.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered while he pulled his car over onto the shoulder. Thirty seconds into this goddamn town and it was already giving him problems.

He didn’t expect Hopper to be the one that pulled him over but alas, when he rolled his window down, he was met with the full-force anger of Hopper’s glare. Steve didn’t know what he did to deserve that but he tried to placate him regardless. “Hey Hop-”

“Where the hell were you?” He asked, his tone dry and angry.

“On vacation, why?” Steve’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Had they noticed he left?

“Step out of your vehicle,” Hopper said and stepped back from his car door.

“What are you going to do, search it for drugs? I don’t have Eddie with me so you’re not going to find any.”

“Steve, get out of the car!” He yelled.

Steve huffed and rolled his eyes but did step out of the Beemer. “Hop, what are you doing? I’ve been driving for hours, I just want to go home for a nap-”

He was cut off when Hopper pulled him into a bear hug. “Jesus Christ, Harrington. You scared the hell out of me. You can’t just take off like that.”

“O…kay,” Steve returned his hug but mostly just stared at Hopper’s side profile like he’d gone insane.

Hopper pulled back enough to rest a hand on his neck like a dad would, lovingly. “C’mon kid, hop in the cruiser.”

“Hop, I’m not just going to leave my car here!”

“Get in the cruiser, Harrington! Now!” He yelled again.

With a couple of grumbles, Steve grabbed his backpack and locked his car. He slid into the passenger seat of Hopper’s police SUV and they were off. Any time Steve tried to speak, ask Hopper what the hell was happening, he just received a gruff, “not now.”

He didn’t know what was going on but it was safe to say, Steve had never been so confused in his life.

When the car finally stopped, they were sitting in front of the Byers’ house. Hopper stepped out of the car and motioned for Steve to get out as well, which he did confusedly. “Okay, what-”

Hopper quickly circled to his side of the cruiser and slapped some cuffs around his left wrist. He fastened the other side to his own wrist and pulled him via the cuffs up the driveway.

“Hop, no offense, but have you lost your goddamn mind? What the fuck are you doing? Are you arresting me? I’m so confused!”

The entire Party came rushing out of the house when they heard his enraged shouts of confusion. When he turned to Robin to ask her what the hell was happening, he was assaulted by the ramble of all rambles.

“Steve! What the hell, Steve. I was so worried! Eddie told me that you were having some migraine symptoms so we were going to bring you some of Mrs. Wheeler’s homemade chicken noodle soup that you really like so we went to your house but all of the lights were off and the door was locked and I didn’t have a key! You’re getting me a key by the way because you pull stuff like this way too often. Then, I told Eddie to pick the lock to the front door but he didn’t want to because he didn’t want to get arrested for breaking and entering, like you would ever press charges. Nancy threatened him with her gun though so he did pick the lock but you weren’t there! And then we called a code red and we were looking for you for days because we didn’t know where you went! We thought you were dead, Steve. Where did you even go? Where were you?”

Steve just looked at her blankly from his position cuffed to Hopper for a moment. He blinked and asked her, “Nancy threatened Eddie with her gun?”

“Yes, Steve! I did, now where were you!?” Nancy yelled at him from her place behind the group of rowdy children. He was apt to ignore her question until Eddie came up beside him and swung an arm over his shoulder.

“It wasn’t so much a threat as it was a reminder that she had a gun in her purse. I’m really glad you’re back, Stevie. I was worried out of my mind, Big Boy! Where’d you go?”

Well, he couldn’t ignore Eddie, especially not when he was so close to him studiously ignoring Hopper’s glare.

“I went up to my parent’s lake house. It’d been a while and it was nice to get away. Why were you so worried?” Steve asked.

“Because you disappeared without telling anyone!” Hopper flailed his hands in outrage which only succeeded in jerking Steve’s wrist all over as well. He sighed and unlocked the handcuffs when Steve glared at him. “Kid, we thought you’d been killed or sucked back into the Upside Down. You can’t just leave like that.”

“Okay, next time I’ll tell you guys. I’m sorry you thought I was dead, or missing, or whatever. Now, can someone please give me a ride back to my car?”

~*~*~*~

It had been two weeks and Steve was pretty sure he was living a nightmare. He hadn’t gotten any time alone since he got back to Hawkins and he didn’t know why! He was halfway tempted to up and disappear again to prove a point because this was getting ridiculous.

Steve prided himself on being independent, he had to be since he was left alone for most of his life. So being stalked and accosted constantly was wearing him a bit thin. Hopper keeps showing up at his house to drag him to the station to “talk”. He doesn’t know why he keeps being arrested but he’s over it. Whenever he leaves Family Video after a shift, one of the kids pops up seemingly out of nowhere to ask for a sleepover or pool party. He went grocery shopping on Tuesday and could see the flash of red hair from his peripheral the entire time. And they’re inviting themselves into his house too! He’s moving a bookshelf and suddenly, there’s Eddie lifting the other end.

He reaches his limit one day when he’s trying to take a dip in his pool and looks up to see Murray’s head peeking over his hedge. The guy has a glass of vodka in one hand, binoculars in the other, wearing an open robe and wife beater like a nosey neighbor. The thing is though, he’s not Steve’s neighbor. He lives in fucking Illinois!

Steve pulls himself out of the pool, fully glaring at Murray. He leaves the patio door open when he steps into his kitchen so Murray can hear him speaking on the phone.

“Sheriff's department, what’s your emergency?”

“I’m being stalked. Literally, anywhere I go everyone is watching me. I swear to god, I was just sitting at my pool and I saw goddamn Murray Bauman’s head pop out from behind one of the hedges. He’s standing there right now, acting like I can’t see him,” Steve said with his eyes meeting Murray’s directly. This fucker doesn’t even blink at being called out. He simply drops the binoculars and raises his middle finger up in the air, completely deadpan and off putting.

“Oh, you-”

“Sir, it’s a crime to place a false police report and we need this line free to take actual emergencies.”

“This is a real emergency! Is Hopper there? I bet he’s the one behind all of this! I need to talk to him.” Steve shouts, his patience waning with every word.

“Chief Hopper is out on important police business.”

“Is this Callahan? You really are fucking useless, fuck you!” Steve yells and disconnects the call.

(Callahan just looks at the phone when he hangs up like ‘what the fuck did I do?’)

Eventually, Steve and the rest of the Party would sit down and discuss their fears and things would go back to normal. But for now, Murray would watch Steve Harrington pace around his kitchen with increasing amounts of rage with the utmost amusement. He didn’t know what to expect when Jim told him to keep an eye on the Harrington boy but geez, is he glad he decided to help.

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