Crossing Lines | s.h x fem!reader
part one | part two | part 3 | part 4 | part 5
series summary: steve isnât your biggest fan, so why does he ask you to be his date to a wedding? | enemies to lovers, fake dating
chapter summary: things take a turn the night of the wedding. what happens when youâre back in Hawkins and no longer have to pretend to be steveâs girlfriend?
content: arguing, drinking, kissing (yes you read that right), a few confessions (yes you read that right, too), she/her pronouns, use of y/n, swearing
word count: 3.7k
a/n: THINGS ARE HAPPENING! BUCKLE UP
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The sound of clanging cutlery makes your head throb due to the cruel hangover you woke up with. You were currently eating breakfast with the Harringtonâs and not to sound rude, but it was the last place you wanted to be right now.Â
After the events of last night, you couldnât get even a blink of sleep. It was already bad enough you told Steve that he shouldnât kiss you because you wouldnât be able to sleep, but him agreeing made it even worse.Â
It makes no sense to you.Â
He must be playing some sort of cruel game, right? Heâs probably just stringing you along trying to make you fall for him and when if you do, bam, youâre left heartbroken.Â
Steve Harrington can suck it. Thereâs positively no way youâre falling for him.Â
âYou alright?â he whispers to you when he notices you moving the food around your plate instead of eating it. âmâfineâ you shrug. âJust donât have an appetiteââ you explain. âEat something. We have a long day ahead of usâÂ
âWhy do you care?â you snap and his eyes widen. Luckily, his family was too immersed in their own conversations to pay attention to either of you. âLetâs not do this here, okay? Yell at me when we get back to the house if you wantâ
âWhatâs the point? You never listen anywaysâ you huff.Â
This morning was a tad awkward between you and Steve. When you tried to talk about it and clear the air, he just grunted and wanted to brush it under the rug like he always does. Safe to say you were frustrated with him.Â
âWhatever, y/n. Just promise youâll stop acting like this when weâre at the weddingâ
âOnly if you promise to stop being such a dickâ
âFineâ
âFineâ
Spoiler alert: It wasnât fine.Â
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When you had gotten back to the house, neither of you spoke a word to each other. You took a much needed nap while Steve left the house. He didnât tell you where he was going and frankly, you didnât care to know.Â
Okay, thatâs a bit of a lie. You cared a teeny tiny amount.Â
These past few days have felt so back and forth. Every time you think youâre making progress to the possibility of being friends, thereâs a small hiccup and youâre back to square one. You feel like youâve gotten a glimpse of Steve that you havenât gotten in a long time, but then the glimpse is overshadowed by him going back to acting like an ass at the drop of a hat.Â
Your rumination is interrupted by the sound of the front door closing, alerting you that Steve is back. You go back to doing your makeup until Steve knocks on the bathroom door. âCome inâ you answer and he opens the door.Â
âWeâre leaving in an hourâ he states âThen why arenât you ready yet? You were gone for two hoursâÂ
âI went to my parents to call Robinâ he answers. âWe have a phone hereâ you counter. âThanks, sherlock, but I didnât really want you snooping in on my conversationâÂ
âI have no interest in what you have to say considering you have no interest in listening to meâ you sigh heavily. âIs this about last night? Canât you get over that?â
You angrily set your mascara down and turn to look at him. âNo, it isnât just about last night. Itâs about the entire time Iâve known you, Steve! You are such an asshole to me and Iâve done nothing to you and yes, I wanted to kiss you, but you wanted to kiss me too and itâs driving me fucking mad because you want to act like this whole weekend hasnât even happened!â you exclaim and hold back a sob. Youâd always been so utterly confused about his hatred towards you and this trip has made it even worse. He gives you no explanations, no communication, just avoidance.Â
âI have to get readyâ is all he says before exiting the room and you groan in frustration. All you want, all you need, is for him to talk to you. Itâs like trying to get through a brick wall. Impossible and not worth it.Â
Youâd never been more grateful for a weekend to almost be over.
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The wedding ceremony had been uncomfortable, to say the least. You and Steve were squished together in a church pew, leaving no room for distance between the two of you. It was hard to focus on the beautiful event taking place in front of you when Steveâs thigh was pressed up against yours and he had to put his arm on the back of the bench and you had to lean into him for appearances.Â
The reception was going better though, partially because of the open bar. Youâre currently stood there waiting on your third drink when the bride herself comes up to you. âWhat did Steve do now?â she asks you. âWhat do you mean?â you play dumb. âYou two have been so lovey dovey this whole weekend and now you havenât spoken a word to each other tonight. Spillâ
âI donât want to burden you. Itâs your wedding night!â
âConsider it a wedding present. Tell me everything!â
That was easier said than done. You couldnât exactly explain that this entire relationship is fake and Steve has been sending you mixed signals, absolutely doing your head in. âJust a silly fight, I suppose. Nothing seriousâ you reply. âAlright, I wonât bother you for juicy details, but tonight is all about love and that boy loves you. Heâs outside. Go find him, okay?âÂ
Before you go and find him, you make sure to get him a drink to break the ice. As frustrated as you were with him, you werenât going to sulk at someone's wedding over it.
âHeyâ you mutter when you find him alone outside. âPeace offeringâ you say as you hand him a drink and he accepts, chugging it rather quickly.Â
âLook, Iâm sorry ab-â
âNo, Iâm sorry.â he interrupts âI was an ass and you didnât deserve itâ
âThank you, but youâve been really off all day. Is something else wrong?ââ you question and he sighs âMy dad keeps harping on me about my job, my apartment, and basically everything else. Says youâre too good for me. I donât even deserve my fake girlfriendâ he chuckles, humorlessly.
âSteveâ you whisper, stepping closer to him and putting your hand on his arm âI know weâve had our differences, but you should be proud of yourself. You couldâve easily had everything handed to you, but you decided to do everything on your own. I think thatâs very brave of youâ
âYou think Iâm brave?â his eyes meet yours and you swear thereâs a sparkle in his golden irises. âyeah, i do, but donât let that get to your head, alright?â you joke and he smiles for the first time today. âtoo lateâ he smiles.
âSo weâre okay now? ya know, until you start acting like a dick againâ you joke. âYeah, weâre okay. until you do something annoying againâ
You both chuckle and you canât deny this moment feels nice. Steve seems different, apart from the few arguments youâve had over the weekend, it feels like thereâs a possibility for an acquaintance. Maybe even friends, but you donât wanna get ahead of yourself.Â
âHey, lovebirds. Get in here, everyoneâs lookin for yaâ one of the groomsmen says when he finds you and Steve outside. âweâll be there in a secâ Steve tells him before he disappears.Â
âready?â he asks and you nod, both quickly finishing your drinks before facing the crowd inside. Steve takes your hand and leads you back into the reception.Â
Once youâre back inside, you feel a gentle tug on your dress. When you turn around and look down, youâre met with a friendly, familiar face. âhi, penelope! you look so pretty!â you exclaim and she twirls to show you her dress. âyou look like a princess! will you dance with me?â she asks. âIâd be honored!âÂ
âIâm gonna go get us a couple more drinks, okay?â Steve tells you before youâre escorted to the dance floor with your new best friend.Â
While Steve waits to order at the bar, he watches you and penny absolutely steal the show. Youâre holding hands while twirling around the dance floor and laughing. He notices everyone admiring you, much like he is right now.Â
âShe sure is lovely, Steveâ his mom says when she approaches him. âshe is, isnât she?â he replies and he means it. You have this way about you that makes everyone swoon over you. At first, he found it annoying, but now he might say he finds it endearing. Heâs starting to understand why everyone likes you so much.Â
As âopen armsâ by Journey starts to play, he watches your eyes light up and you say âI love this song!â. He decides the drinks can wait.Â
âCare if I steal my girl for a dance, penny?â he asks, fully expecting her to say no. âfine, but only one dance, misterâ she points her finger at him and you both laugh. âIâll hand her off to you in no time. I swearâ he promises before she walks back over to her parents.Â
âSo, I hear you like this totally cheesy song. Canât say Iâm surprisedâ he teases and you playfully roll your eyes. âAnd you wanna dance with me to this totally cheesy songâ you rebuttal. âtoucheâ he chuckles.Â
Your arms wrap around his neck and his hands fall to your waist, pulling you slightly closer to him. âI believe I was promised a drinkâÂ
âGot distracted, plus I donât need you getting sloppy and stepping on my toesâ
âSloppy?! If anything, my dance moves are even more impeccable when Iâm drunk. Did you not see my moves earlier?â
âOh, I did, unfortunately. Youâre really great with Penny, by the way. Must be because you dance the same.â he torments you. âOkay, Iâm ignoring that. Sheâs a great kid, though. Hard to believe you share genesâÂ
âHow would we share jeans? Sheâs a toddlerâÂ
âSteveâ you deadpan, waiting for him to get that you meant genes, not jeans. âOhâ he nods his head once he understands and you both laugh.Â
âDo you think that maybe after all of this we could be friends, maybe?â you ask, shyly. âI canât believe Iâm saying this, but yeah, maybeâ he answers before continuing âyou arenât completely awful and besides us fighting every other hour, Iâve had fun with you.â
âIâve had fun with you too, but if you tell anyone I said that Iâll deny itâ you jokingly respond and he agrees. âI donât entirely hate being around youâ he whispers. âI donât eitherâ
Steveâs eyes flick down to your lips and linger longer than you expected. âstop looking at my lips!â you quietly exclaim. âI'm not! Your lipstick is smeared!â he defends.âIâm not wearing lipstick, Steveâ you clarify and his cheeks turn pink.Â
âYouâre blushing! you were totally looking at my lips!â
âI was not. If I get you a drink will you stop berating me?â he bargains. âHm, I donât know. Get me a drink anyways and let's find out.âÂ
Steve keeps his hand on the small on your back the entire time you stand at the bar. You lean your head on his shoulder, claiming that itâs only because youâre sleepy, but deep down you feel the need to be as close to him as possible.Â
âWanna go back outside? Itâs kinda hot in hereâ Steve asks once you get your drinks. You nod and follow him, lacing your hands together, mostly for support as you're tired and you feel like your feet might actually fall off from your heels.Â
You and Steve donât bother finding any chairs, opting to sit in the grass instead.Â
âItâs so beautiful out hereâ you sigh dreamily as you look at the stars in the sky. Steve turns to look at you while you admire the view âyeah. it really isâ
A night breeze causes you to shiver, so Steve takes off his blazer and places it over your shoulders. âThanks, Stevieâ you smile at him and he hates how the way your nose scrunches as you smile makes him feel like a damn teenager with the butterflies he gets.Â
âCan I ask you something?â you ask, looking back at the sky not really wanting to look at him when you ask whatâs on your mind. âgo for itâ
âWhy did you hate me? I mean, I hope itâs past tense because you said we can be friends now, but Iâm just curiousâ you nervously pluck grass out of the ground, still avoiding eye contact. âI didnât hate youâ
âSteve, thatâs a lie and we both know it. Be honest, I can take itâ
Seconds pass before he speaks again, letting out a big sigh before doing so. âYouâre too perfectâ
âWhat?â you scoff. âYouâre just soâŚunreal. With the way you laugh, the way youâre nice to everybody, and the way you could wear a trash bag and still be unbelievably beautiful. It just makes me so mad because I can never have youâ he confessions and youâre stunned, to say the least.Â
You donât say anything for a good minute and a half, unable to think of anything to say. Steve wishes he had a time machine so he could go back and say literally anything else. He takes your silence as rejection.
âwhy canât you have me?â you whisper âitâs stupidâ he grumbles. âtell me. pleaseâ
âRobin told me that I wasnât ready for a girl like you and truth be told, I donât think I ever will beâ he tells you. You scoot closer to him, locking your eyes with his. âyou can have me tonight, Steve, while weâre away from home. No robin, no hawkins, just you and me and not a care in the worldâ
âCan we really do that just for one night?â he wonders, eyes scanning over your face to see if thereâs any detection of you just messing around with him. âthat dependsâŚdo you wanna kiss me?â
âyesâ
Neither of you waste any time. His lips hungrily chase yours and you sigh into the kiss as you both lay down on your sides in the grass. Your hand grasps the back of his neck to keep him in place, making sure this moment lasts as long as possible. Warmth spreads throughout your body and you feel like your heart might beat out of your chest.Â
One of Steveâs hands tangles in your hair while the other rests on your waist. Itâs so quiet outside that all you can hear are the sounds of your kiss and you canât be too sure, but so far you think itâs the best thing youâve ever heard.Â
Steve is the first to pull away, but not too far. He rests his forehead on yours and he keeps his eyes closed. âCan we go back to our place?â he asks and you let out an âmhmâ before you both stand up, going back inside to quickly say your goodbyes.Â
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Steve presses kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and lips every five seconds in the back of the cab and all the way to the front door. He knows he wonât be able to do this once you go back to your lives in Hawkins, so he uses this opportunity as best as he can.Â
For tonight, youâre his girl and he can kiss you silly if he wants to.Â
âStevie, can I sleep in your sweatshirt? it gets cold at nightâ
âHere. Iâll get out of your hairâ he says before leaving the room so you can get changed. His sweatshirt smells like him and you smile as you put it on.Â
You change in record time so Steve can come back in. You know this is a terrible idea. You shouldnât want to kiss him this badly, you shouldnât hope you sleep in his arms tonight, but you do because you donât know if youâll ever get the chance to once youâre home.Â
âIâm done!ââ you shout and Steve returns, also changed into comfy clothes. You both climb into bed after turning off the lights. His arm wraps around your shoulders and pulls you into him so your head lies on his chest.Â
Youâre both utterly exhausted, but donât go to bed before sharing more giggly kisses. You each dread when the sunrises, meaning your time together is up.Â
It was nice while it lasted. Even if it was only for a few hours.Â
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In the morning, thereâs no regrets or arguing, like what both of you expected. Instead, there was a feeling of misery. If Steve knew he couldâve had you for this whole weekend, he wouldnât have wasted a second.Â
How is he supposed to act once youâre back in Hawkins? Does he go back to being an asshole or does he stick by his promise of being your friend? Is it even possible for him to be your friend at this point?
You donât speak much throughout the morning, apart from when youâre at his parentsâ to say goodbyes. âI canât wait to see you again, dearâ his mom had told you and you felt an odd feeling in your chest at her words.Â
Steve loads up all of your things in the car for you and you mutter a âthanksâ before getting in the passenger seat.Â
âReady?â Steve asks when he gets in the car. âyep. letâs go homeâ you exhale a deep breath.Â
You fall asleep almost as soon as youâre on the road and Steve sighs in relief. He doesnât think he could take the silence.Â
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The ride home goes by fairly quickly. You wake once you feel his car come to a halt outside your house.Â
âIâll get your bags for youâ he offers and you shake your head âno itâs o-â
ây/n, let me get your bags. Itâll be my final job as your fake boyfriendâ he jokes and you let out a fake chuckle. Why does the thought of this being over hurt so much?
âWell, guess weâre broken up now, huh? Longest three and a half days of my lifeâ you jest. âRight back at ya. Pleasure doing business with youâ he holds his hand out and you shake it like you just got finished with a business meeting. âUntil next timeâÂ
âUntil next timeâ he repeats your words and heads back to his car.Â
You watch him drive away through your living room window, hoping heâll turn around to give you one last kiss, but he doesnât. Itâs probably for the best anyways.Â
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It had been two weeks since returning to Hawkins and Steve couldnât shake the feeling he had. It was the heart wrenching feeling you have when you miss someone, and he didnât want to miss you, but he did. Severely.
Somehow, his apartment had felt lonelier. His bed felt colder as he grew accustomed to sharing a bed with you for only three nights, despite the gap that was left between you and him the first two nights.Â
He hasnât seen you since he dropped you off two weeks ago and thereâs nothing else to say except that he misses you.Â
He misses your laugh, he misses your banter, and he misses the way he felt when he kissed you that Saturday night. Like it was something you shouldâve been doing this whole time.Â
The clock on his bedside table reads 12:48 and he decides he canât take this anymore. He canât go through another sleepless night feeling like this.
He throws his blankets off his body and gets dressed, putting on the first thing he could find and running out the front door.Â
He didnât care anymore.Â
He didnât care about what Robin would say, or that you and Eddie used to be a thing, or that this could end in complete fucking disaster.Â
All he cared about was what he wanted and that was you.
_
A series of knocks at your door wasnât what you expected at one in the morning.Â
Obviously, the first thing that came to mind was a murderer, but when you looked through your peephole, you saw a very frantic Steve.
âSteve? Are you okay?â his eyes were wide, his hair was a mess, and he was clearly jittery.Â
âNo, actually, Iâm losing my mind. I mean, you tell me I can have you for one night and you thought that I could go back to normal after that?â
âIâmâŚsorry?â
âNo, listen. I canât go back to normal. I have wanted you for as long as Iâve known you and then we finally fucking kiss and I have to pretend like it wasnât the best thing thatâs happened to me a really long goddamn time. I want you and I canât act like I donâtââ
You practically throw yourself at him, quickly crashing your lips together and pulling him inside. youâd been waiting so long for this.
âWe can't tell any of our friends about thisâ kiss. âAgreedâ kiss. âI mean this could totally blow up in our faces, there's no reason to tell them, rightâ you state, pulling away from his lips.âUh-huh, right. Now shut up and kiss me againâÂ
You stand in your living for at least ten minutes, kissing him like itâs the only thing youâll ever do again until exhaustion hits you both.
âdo you wanna stay tonight? I donât want you out driving this lateâ
âI wouldnât be able to leave anywaysâÂ
It feels weird at first to be cuddling Steve. Just a few weeks ago you swore up and down he hated you, and now youâre both curled up in your bed, clinging to each other like your life depends on it. It doesnât feel wrong, though. It feels natural. Like, youâve figured everything out. Well, almost everything.Â
What else did you need to figure out? How the hell you were going to keep this from your friends.
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Crossing Lines | S.H x fem!reader
part one | part two | part three | part 4
series summary: steve isnât your biggest fan, so why does he ask you to be his date to a wedding? | enemies to lovers, fake dating
chapter summary: a day at the lake with the Harringtons followed by a night out
content: steve and reader arguing (whatâs new), drinking, swearing, these two idiots being in love, she/her pronouns, use of y/n
word count: 3.3k
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You wake up with a wine-induced headache and you look over to see the spot next to you empty.
Yeah, you and Steve kissed last night, but so what? It didnât mean anything. It was simply all part of the plan to be a more convincing couple. It would be weird if you guys didnât share a quick peck every now and then if you were so âin loveâ like you claimed to be, right?
You quickly shake it off and leave the bedroom to find out where Steve went. Youâre half expecting to find a note that says âhey that kiss made me wanna flee the country. see you neverâ
Instead, you see Steve sitting on the front porch in one of the rocking chairs, taking in the scenery.
âGood morningâ you say and sit down in the chair next to him. He doesnât say anything, just gives you a nod instead. You refuse to let it be awkward. The weekend has only begun and thereâs no way youâre going to let a dumb kiss that meant absolutely nothing make everything weirder than it already is.
âRemember when we kissed last?â you try to lighten the mood. âDo we really have to talk about that? Itâs been bugging me all morningâ
âOh, so youâve been thinking about me all morning, huh?â you tease and he lets out an irritated sigh âdo you not know how to be serious about anything?â
âWhat's there to be serious about? We kissed, for scientific reasons I might add, and it doesnât have to be weird.â you shrug like itâs no big deal. Except it is a big deal, to Steve, at least. The kiss wasnât terrible, he mightâve even liked it and he doesnât want to be dramatic, but that might be the worst thing thatâs ever happened. âIt is weird though, isn't it?â
âWhy? because you liked it?â you ask, expecting him to immediately deny it, but he doesnât. âSteve? you liked it, didnât you?â you boast. âNo! no, I didn't like it. It was just really stupid and I think itâs insane that you donât regret itâ
âOh my god, Steve. It was a kiss! You didnât even hesitate, you practically jumped at the opportunity! then, you initiated the second one!â you proclaim. âJumped? You were the one making that face!â he argues and you scoff âFace? What face? I was not making a face!â you insist and his eyes roll. âOh, you so were. You were all like âSteve, please kiss me! Iâll even pout my lips and bat my eyelashes at youââ he attempts to make the look that you were allegedly making last night.
âAre you admitting that you think Iâm irresistible?â you smirk at him and the triumphant look on his face immediately disappears. âYouâre insufferable, you know that?â he says, avoiding an answer to your question. âYeah, okay, but you still think Iâm irresistibleâ you chaff and he stands up. âYouâre about as irresistible as a bed of nails that got set on fire. Now, if youâre done arguing with me, we gotta get readyâ
âReady for what?â you question âThereâs a private beach around here and my family wants to go in about an hourâ he tells you as you follow him inside. âAn hour?! Why didnât you tell me this earlier?â you chastise. âBecause you were too busy drooling on your pillow this morning and no, you donât have time to yell at me because youâre gonna need all the time you can get to look decent before we leaveâ
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Apart from the human embodiment of stepping on a piece of gum in a new pair of shoes that is Steve Harrington, today was a lovely day. The sun was shining and there was a cool breeze that balanced perfectly with the weather, making the heat more bearable. The beach was nice, too. It was secluded and Steveâs family were the only people here. Now, if only you could find a way to leave Steve stranded that would make this day even better.
âYou finally made it! We were starting to worry!â Steveâs mom, Joanne, greets you. âSorry about that, Steve forgot to tell me about it last night so I got a late start getting readyâ you explain.
âThatâs Steve for you. Communication and time-management skills shouldnât go on his resume if he ever decides to get a real jobâ His dad chimes in and you canât help but feel a little bad. âOh, no, heâs usually always great when it comes to that. We just all have our off daysâ you defend him and Steve gives you a slight smile as a way to thank you.
âExactly, George, give Steve a break. I know itâs a little early, but I brought some wine if youâd like some, y/n. It is a vacation after all.â Steveâs mom seems to drink a lot of wine, but if you were married to someone as condescending as George, you would too. âIâd love a glass, thank youâ
You sit with Joanne on a blanket while Steve goes over to join his cousins. She pours you a hefty glass of wine and you decide sheâs your favorite Harrington.
âHow are you two enjoying the house? I know itâs a little small, but we wanted you to be close to usâ Their definition of âsmallâ is much different than yours. âItâs perfect, thank you, again. Steve and I had our coffee this morning while admiring the viewâ okay, you didnât have coffee, you had a little disagreement, but you were still admiring the view.
âSteve seems absolutely smitten with you. I know I have my faults as a mother, but I still have my instincts and they tell me that maybe in a few years weâll have another wedding to put on our calendarsâ
âOh, I um-â
Before you can get a response out, Steve comes out of nowhere and you donât think youâve ever been more grateful for his presence. âWe've been challenged to a game of chicken. best two outta three, you in?â
âhm, I donât know. Do you have to be my partner? I would like to winâ you tease. âyes, because itâs couple versus couple and you know you canât win without me. câmonâ he offers his hand to help pull you up off the ground.
When you pull off your bathing suit cover up, Steve knows he should look away. He shouldnât care that the one-piece youâre wearing in the god awful shade of your signature color, hugs your body perfectly. His eyes definitely shouldnât briefly flick down to your ass when you bend over to set the coverup on the blanket, but they do.
âReady?â you ask, pulling him out of whatever weird trance he was just in. ây-yeah. letâs goâ
âWhat did my mom say? you looked a little freaked out back thereâ he asks once sheâs out of earshot. âsomething about you being just so head over heels for me and how weâre going to be married in a few yearsâ you let out a sigh like itâs something to brush over. âDonât listen to her, sheâs drinking too much wine. Something you guys seem to have in commonâ
âhow else am i supposed to cope with being your loverâ
âgross. donât say thatâ he whines and you laugh at him as you always do.
âthis water is freezing!â you squeal as the water comes to the shore. âhm, really? how freezing?â he asks with a tone that sounds like he has a plan. âthatâs a dumb q-â before you can finish your insult, Steve lunges at you and his arms wrap around your waist and he drags you deeper into the water.
âSteve! let me go!â you screech. âif you insistâ he replies before dunking you into the water. You get a hold of him and pull him down with you. Thereâs no way you were going down without a fight.
You both emerge from the cold water, laughing and neither of you have a look of anger on your faces. Which is strange because usually just the sound of each breathing is enough to set either of you off, but you rarely ever see him have fun. Itâs kind of nice to see him let loose even if that means being submerged in frigid water.
âIf you lovebirds are done, weâre ready to take you down nowâ his cousin shouts and you both quickly retrieve your touch from one another. âyou think youâre gonna be alright with my legs on your shoulders?â you ask him, not meaning for it to intend to sound as dirty as it came out and his cheeks turn pink. âmy god, Steve, stop being a perv and squat down. We are not losing this gameâ
Steve crouches down so you can sit on top of his shoulders. He hands grip your thighs to steady you and you thread your fingers through his hair to keep your balance. He notices that your thighs are soft and smooth. Itâs probably from the lotion that you constantly put on âcause you smell nice too. He hopes this game is over as soon as possible.
As the âbattleâ starts, his grip on your thighs tighten, but you donât have time to focus on the way itâs making you feel when youâre worried about trying to take down the other team.
You win surprisingly fast. Steve was expecting an immediate takedown that resulted in your flying off of his shoulders. Actually, it was more like hoping than expecting. Youâre unexpectedly competitive. Steve figured since youâre so sweet and shy (other peopleâs words, definitely not Steveâs), that youâd go done in a split second, but you stuck to your guns. Heâs decently impressed.
âIâm gonna take a walk to dry off. do you wanna join me?â he asks once youâre out of the water. âyeah that sounds niceâ
As you walk, your arm wraps around his and he accepts it without question. âIâm gonna say something but donât let it swell your ego any more than it already isâ he starts and you refrain from a sarcastic comment. âI'm having fun with you today and I guess itâs not totally awful that youâre hereâ
âShould we get you to a hospital? I think thereâs a blood-sucking leech in your brainâ
âyeah, i think so tooâ he looks over at you and sees you're already looking at him. The sunshine really does something to his eyes and makes the freckles on his face more noticeable, you could almost connect them like a constellation. Maybe thereâs a blood-sucking leech in your brain too.
âI'm having a good time too. Ya know, despite having to constantly be around youâ you joke and he chuckles. âwell lucky for you, the guys and I are going out to some bar so youâll have the place to yourself for a whileâ
âthank god. iâm going to need some time to recover from being nice to youâ
âyou and me both, y/n. you and me bothâ
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With Steve being gone, you had planned a relaxing evening. There was a little general store not far from the house and youâd gotten all the necessities; snacks, a face mask, and some stuff for a bubble bath. Youâre about to start a bath when you hear a knock at the door and you pray that Steve isnât back already.
âHi!â One of the Harrington wives, Mary, greets you when you open the door. âHi! Steve isnât here-â
âOh, I know. Iâm here for you! Are you still getting ready?â She asks when she notices your robe and face mask. âGetting ready for what?â you question. âWeâre meeting the guys at the bar! Didnât Steve tell you?â
âY-yeah, he did. I just thought it was a pity inviteâ you lie. âI donât really have anything to wear for a night outâ
âHoney, let me tell you something that I wish someone told me when I first joined this family; never travel without your favorite little black dress when you take a trip with the Harringtons. Especially us young ones. Those boys always go outâ
âI donât have a little black dress. '' You mumble, a little embarrassed. âLucky for you, I always bring an extra. Here, try it on!â she hands you a dress from her bag along with a pair of black heels to match. Steve is definitely going to make fun of you for this.
You were expecting to feel out of place in this dress, but honestly, you look hot. The dress is a spaghetti strap with a simple square neckline and itâs shorter than what your choice mightâve been, but itâs stunning.
âOh my gosh, you look incredible! Steve wonât be able to keep his hands off youâ she squeals.âI donât know about thatâŚâ you mutter. âPlease. I see the way he looks at you and once he sees you in this dress heâs going to lose itâ
People keep talking about the way Steve âlooksâ at you and youâre starting to think theyâre just saying it to say it. How can they confuse his looks of dislike and revulsion with love? No wonder Steve thinks his family is crazy
âAlright, I brought us some drinks and they arenât going to drink themselves. Letâs get to it!â
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âHi, boys. Miss us?â Mary announces once you all approach the half-circle booth the boys are sat at. Steve does a double take when he sees you. Not only was he not expecting to see you here, he definitely wasnât expecting to see you in that dress.
âHi, Stevieâ you say in a sing-song voice. Thereâs no denying youâre already a little tispy. Your eyes are glassy and you have a loopy grin on your face. âHi, babe. I thought you were staying in tonight?â
âI was going too but I just missed you. I hope itâs okay Iâm hereâ
âOh, itâs fineâ One of the men interjects. âSteveâs been talking about you all nightâ
âI have not. Theyâve been asking about you and Iâve been answering questionsâ he explains. âAnd what have you been saying, Stevie?â you wonder. âHe was just telling us-â
âAlright, thatâs enough. How about you grab a chair and sit down, yeah?â You look around to try and find an empty chair but with the bar being crowded, there arenât any available. âJust sit on Steveâs lap! None of us are prudes, clearlyâ Mary says and you look at Steve with hesitance. âYeah, thatâs fine. Just hop onâ hop on? he repeats in his head. He canât believe he just said that.
You sit on his lap like itâs something youâve done a million times before. Your arm wraps around his shoulders while his arm wraps around your waist. Once youâre seated comfortably, his hand comes to rest on your thigh, a little too close for comfort. Your breath hitches slightly and you hope Steve didnât notice. He did notice, and heâs planning on using this against you later.
Steve canât focus on any of the conversations happening because the only thing on his mind is the fact that he doesnât entirely hate your closeness. He blames it on the alcohol coursing through his veins. You look rather pretty tonight and you smell so good that itâs more intoxicating than the drink in his glass.
He absentmindedly begins to rub your thigh and you let out a small gasp, causing him to smirk. âSorry. Just keeping up appearancesâ he whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. âItâs fineâ you whisper back.
Except, it wasnât fine. It wasnât that his touch was making you uncomfortable, it was the complete opposite and that was the problem. You felt yourself melting into his touch and craving it every time his hand left your thigh so he could take a sip of his drink.
You feel like you should regret not staying back at the house, but you donât. Not even a little bit.
_
âYou have to turn the key to the right, Steeevvveeâ you drunkenly whine as Steve tries to unlock the front door. âI am turning it to the rightâ he whines back, mocking your tone. âThatâs the leftâ you point out. âYou try it thenâ he challenges. âWatch and learn, pretty boyâ
The key doesnât budge. You turn it left, you turn it right and nothinâ. âWatch and learn. Iâm soooo much smarter than Steveâ he mimics you as you drop the key on the porch. âItâs broken! Whatâre we gonna do?â you pout, standing close enough that your chest is flush with his. âFollow meâ
You follow Steve to a window thatâs slightly open a little higher up than other windows. âI canât climb through that window in a dress!â you exclaim. âWell, you canât lift me, so up ya goâ
âThat is so sexistâ
âI know, Iâm the worst, blah blah blah. Câmon, letâgoâ Steve hooks his hands together for you to use as a step. You grip his shoulders and once you're balanced, youâre able to grab the window frame. âI need more of a boostâ you tell him. âThis is all the boost I gotâ
âThen throw me!â
âAre you insane? Iâm not gonna throw you!â
âWeâll sleep outside, thenâ
âI have an idea, but donât punch me! Iâm gonna have to touch your buttâ he giggles like a four-year-old when he says âbuttâ, making you giggle too. âLucky you, then. Try not to bust in your pants, okayâ
âYou sure are confident when youâre drunk. Okay, on threeâ Steve counts to three and pushes you as much as he can until youâre able to pull yourself through the window. âIâm in!â
âYeah, I see that. Go unlock the doorâ he says and you shake your head. âOh, no no no. If I had to do this, so do you. Itâs fun!â
âWhy do you have to make everything difficult?â
âScared you canât do it?â you taunt. âWhat was that you said earlier? Watch and learn?â
Steve starts to climb the house and you canât help but laugh at how many times he slips. Once heâs almost made it, you grab his hand and pull him into the house causing him to topple you to the ground and throwing you both into a fit of giggles.
âAlright, I admit that was funâ he says, a bit breathless. âI know. Iâm full of great ideasâ
You both stand up and flop onto the bed. âIâm ready to go to sleeoâ Steve says with a yawn and closes his eyes. âNoooo, you canât sleep in those clothes. Thatâs so uncomfyâ
âI canât moveâ he grumbles. You move to stand at the foot of the bed and reach your arms out to him. âGet up. Just grab my handsâ he lazily grabs your hands and you let out a groan as you pull him up. âHey, Iâm not that heavyâ he laughs. âIf you say soâ
Neither of you have moved from where youâre standing. Your hands are still holding his and his face is close to yours that you could count his eyelashes. âYou look really pretty tonightâ he whispers like heâs afraid youâll hear him. âYou donât have to say that. No oneâs aroundâ
âAnd if I said I wanted to kiss you⌠what would you say to that?â his hand comes up to cradle your cheek and you lean into his touch.
âIâd say itâs a bad ideaâ you slightly lean in âI knowâ he leans in closer.
âWe hate each otherâ
âWe doâ
âAnd we really shouldnât kiss âcause I donât think Iâll be able to stopâ
âOkayâ His nose brushes yours, but his lips press against your cheek instead. This is the one time you wish he wouldnât listen to you.
âI wouldnât be able to stop eitherâ Steve confesses before going to get changed in the bathroom, leaving you to feel more confused than youâve ever felt.
Fuck.
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Crossing Lines | S.H x fem!reader
part one | part two | part 3 | part 4
series summary: Steve isnât your biggest fan, so why does he ask you to be his date to a wedding? | enemies to lovers, fake dating
chapter summary: time to meet the family!
content: you and steve go shopping, meeting his family, mentions of drinking, food mention, swearing, she/her pronouns, use of y/n, a little surprise at the end ;)
word count: 4.7k
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The piercing ring of the phone wakes Steve from his deep sleep and putting a pillow over his head doesnât drown out the sound even a little bit. He begrudgingly throws his blanket and grumbles obscenities until he reaches the phone.
âHello?â he answers with an abrasive tone. âGood morning to you too, sunshineâ your voice sounds way too happy for someone whoâs awake this early. ây/n? Why the hell are you calling me this early?â
âDo you always talk to your girlfriends like this? No wonder youâre still single.ââ you tease and he lets out an overdramatic, loud sigh. âGet to the point itâs too early for thisâ
âItâs almost ten in the morning that isnât exactly the break of dawn, but anyways, I need to know if you work todayâ
âYeah, I doâ he lies. âLiar! I already asked Robin and she told me that youâre off todayâ he can practically hear your âknow-it-all-â smirk over the phone. âIâm five seconds away from hanging upâ
âOkay, okay, donât get your panties in a twist. We need to go shopping todayâ you tell him and he scoffs at your words âWe? Why do I need to go?â
âYou said all expenses paid and I need new clothes for our couples getaway, therefore, youâre going shopping with meâ
âItâs not a coupleâs gatewayâ is all he says. âThatâs all semantics, Stevieâ
âDo you even know what semantics means?â he asks âdo you?â you reply, turning the tables. His lips purse while he tries to thinks of an answer. Heâs got nothing. âWhatever. Iâll pick you up in an hourâ he hands up before giving you a chance to gloat.
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Steve shows up to your house an hour and a half later and he expects nothing less than you reprimanding him for it. You walk outside wearing a dress that might be a bad idea for a breezy day like today, but itâs still a pretty dress. He tells himself that only the dress looks pretty, not the person wearing it. Your sparkly lip gloss that anyone from a mile away can see, looks pretty too, but not because itâs on your lips. He can just appreciate a nice gloss, thatâs it.
âThirty minutes late, mister. That isnât very âboyfriendâ of youâ you say as soon as you get into the car. âHow about a âthank youâ for picking you up? That isnât very âgirlfriendâ of youâ he rebuttals.
âHush, Iâm the perfect girlfriend. Can I play some music?â you ask and he turns the radio on. âOh, I love this song!â you cheer when you change the station and âWe Belongâ by Pat Benatar comes on. âOf course you doâ he says and you roll your eyes at him while turning up the radio. In all honesty, he likes this song, but heâll never admit that out loud.
You sing every word, not too loudly, but loud enough that Steve can hear. Your singing isnât horrible, but he knows every time he hears this song heâs going to associate it with you. âWhy are you always so grouchy? You constantly have a look on your face like someone put salt in your sugar shakerâ
âThanks for putting off your concert long enough to ask me thatâ he turns the radio down until there's almost no music and you turn it back up a smidge. âSee! Youâre a total buttheadâ you argue. âButthead? Are we five?â
âThatâs such a butthead responseâ
âThen how about we donât talk for the rest of the car ride? Kay?â he impolitely suggests and you cross your arms. âFineâ
âFineâ
So you sit in silence for the rest of the time youâre in the car, aside from your soft singing. It drives Steve insane.
_
The mall was quite busy for a Tuesday and it takes Steve three loops around the parking lot to find a decent spot.
âI told you to just park in the back. We couldâve saved so much timeâ
âWhat did I say about not talking while weâre in the car?â he asks, rhetorically. You quickly step out of the car and repeat yourself âI told you to just park in the back. We couldâve saved so much time. Iâm not in the car, so you canât get mad at me! Câmon, let's go!â
Steve sighs before taking the keys out of the ignition and following behind you. Once you reach the entrance you hold your hand out to him. He looks down at your hand and back up at you âWhatâs that?â
âItâs a hand, Steve. Ya know, most people have one attached to the end of their arm and-â
âWhat do you want me to do with your hand, smartassââ he cuts you off. âWeâre supposed to be getting used to acting like a couple, so hold my handâ your hand is still held out and you shake it in front of him. âNope. No wayâ he pushes your hand but you reach it out again. âStop being a butthead, yes I said it again because youâre acting like a five year oldâ
He reluctantly takes your hand and your fingers lace together. âWow, look at that. You didnât even burst into flamesâ you taunt. He doesnât hate it as much as he thought it would. Your hands are soft and he notices that your nails match the color of your dress. Itâs kind of cute.
Steve tries to shield his face with his hand and you laugh at him. âThatâs not gonna work. People come from all over to see that head of hair, so theyâll be able to tell that itâs you holding my hand. I hope youâll be able to survive this tragic eventâ
He removes his hand from his face âPeople do not come from all over just to see my hair.â he grumbles. âItâs called a joke, Steve. Since I donât think Iâve ever seen you smile whenever Iâm around then I shouldnât be surprised you didnât know thatâ
âLetâs just get this over with. Where are we going first?â you drag him to the first store and Steve is convinced everyone is staring at him while he holds your hand. (literally no one is giving either of you a second glance).
âHold this for me, babyâ you hand him a sundress and he grimaces at the nickname âIs holding hands not enough? You gotta call me âbabyâ too?â he complains. âGet used to it, babyâ
After only ten minutes in the store, Steve has a stack of clothes piled in his arms. âAre you really buying all of this?â he asks. âIâm not buying anything, you are, but I have to try it on first and you have to give me your opinionâ
âMy opinion is that youâre going to look horrible in all of itâ
âYou say that now, but youâve never seen me in this shade of pinkâ you point to one of the dresses in his hand that isnât holding yours. âIâve seen you in every shade of every color. Your closet looks like a box of crayons explodedâ
âYou remember what colors I have in my wardrobe? Sounds like youâre a bit obsessed with meâ
âIn your dreamsâŚbabe? Ugh that sounded weird. Can you try this shit on now? My arm is about to fall offâ He whines. âYeah, I wouldn't want you to break a nail. Wait outside the dressing room so I can show you how it looksâ you tell him. âCanât waitâ he replies, sarcasm dripping from his tongue.
Steve checks his watch every thirty seconds because how long does it take to try on one dress?
âSpend your whole life waitinâ on your woman, donât ya?â an older gentleman asks him. âUh, yeah. I guess soâ chuckles. âMy wife, Ethel, over thereâ he points in the direction of where his wife stands âalways takes her sweet time. After forty years of marriage Iâm still always waitinâ on her, but she still looks so damn beautiful that itâs worth itâ
âHarold, leave the poor boy alone, honeyâ His wife says when she wanders over to her husband. âNo, I donât mind. Iâm just waiting for my girl to show me her new dressâ Steve says. He said âmy girlâ so naturally he didnât even realize it until he finished his sentence.
âSteve, what do you think- oh, hi!â you greet the couple and introduce yourself. âThatâs a beautiful dress, donât ya think Steve?â Harold asks him. ây-yeah. You look great, sweetheartâ he smiles. You do look great. The color of the dress compliments your skin tone perfectly and makes your eyes pop.
âHow long have you two been together?â Ethel asks. âFive monthsâ you both say at the same time. âOh, young love. Itâs truly a wonderful thing. I feel like Iâm looking in a mirror from forty years agoâ She expresses and puts her hand over her heart. âWeâll let you kids get back to it. Enjoy the rest of your dayâ Harold says. âThank you, you too!â you respond before they walk away.
âSo, um, tell me what you really thing about this dressâ
âI think it looks greatâ he replies. âReally? No snarky comment? Did that old couple make you go all soft on me, Harrington?â
âNot in a million years. Go try the other shit on I donât wanna be here all dayâ he carps. âOkay, Iâm going, but donât fall in love with me after seeing how good I look in this next one!â yeah, right he thinks.
After a fashion show and a dent in his bank account, you finally leave the store. Most of your outfits were casual, but cute and preppy enough to impress his family. You even found a dress to wear to the wedding. âI have to get a new bathing suit. Or three new bathing suitsâ you announce as you walk past a store with all the summer essentials. âThree? For what reason?â
âYou said your family members are all staying in lake houses and I need to be prepared. Iâm also assuming this fancy hotel weâre staying in has a poolâ you explain. âOh, and how come we arenât staying in a lake house?â you wonder. âMy parents werenât gonna rent a house for just me. I even told them I was bringing my âgirlfriendâ, but weâre still staying in a hotel twenty minutes away from everyoneâ he answers. âOh no, weâre staying in an expensive hotel with all the amenities we could ever need. Should I bring a survival kit?â you gibe.
âJust go get your swimsuits and donât make me watch you model themâ he pleads. âWhy? Scared youâll like what you see?â Yes, he thinks to himself. âNope. Just starving. Iâm gonna go grab something from the food courtâ he says before scurrying off.
âHey, can I get two soft pretzels and two lemonades, please?â
âSteve Harrington?â He hears a woman's voice and turns around. âItâs me! Beth!â
âBeth, hi!â He greets. Steve went on a date with Beth a few months ago and she never called him back. He actually really liked her, too. Until she ditched him for her new boyfriend.
âHow are you? Hungry?â She asks when she she's the two pretzels and drinks in his hand. âOh, um, ones for me and ones for my⌠girlfriend. Sheâs shopping right now- oh look, there she is! Baby, Iâm over here!â he waves to get your attention.
âAw, you got me something? Youâre so sweet, Stevieâ you kiss his cheek and it takes everything in him to not act weirded out. âBabe, this is Beth. Beth this is my girl, y/nâ
âNice to meet you, y/n. It was good to see you, Steveâ she says and saunters off. âDid you really have to kiss my cheek?â he wipes your lipgloss off of his face. âGive me a soft pretzel and Iâll do just about anythingâ
âGrossâ he mutters, âAre you done shopping yet?â he groans. âYes, Iâm done. Thanks again for the pretzel. That was actually really niceâ you smile at him. âDonât thank me yet. I poisoned itâ he jokes and you chuckle. âThank god. Then I wouldnât have to spend three whole days with youâ
âWell, actually, we have to go up thursdayâ he tells you and you stop in your tracks. âThursday? That's in two days and I have so much to do!â you exclaim. âYouâll just have to get it done a day early. Itâs the least you can do after I bought you this pretzelâ
âYouâre impossibleâ
âAnd youâre welcome for the delicious treat and all the clothesâ
âYeah, yeah, whatever. Just take me home, pleaseâ
âGladlyâ
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By the time Thursday rolls around, youâre already exhausted from this weekend before itâs even started. You spent your entire day yesterday doing laundry, going to the store for travel things, packing, and mentally preparing yourself for being Steveâs âgirlfriendâ.
It wasnât that pretending to be his significant other was going to be the worst thing in the world. Heâs attractive and youâve heard his personality is alright, youâve just yet to meet that version of Steve, but you worried it would be awkward.
Thereâs no way you have any amount of chemistry with Steve that makes it convincing that you two are in love. He scowls at any pet name you give him, he practically freezes any time you touch him, and youâre pretty sure heâd slip into a coma if he was actually nice to you.
The sound of Steve honking his horn pulls you from your anxious thoughts. He canât even come up and knock on your door. God forbid he helps you carry any of your luggage. He did pop the trunk for you, though, so thatâs something at least.
âIs your arm broken?â you ask, sitting down in the passenger seat. âNo?â he replies, confused. âI just figured since you didnât help me carry a single thing that-â
âYouâre bitching already? It hasnât even been five minutes that must be a new recordâ
âyour hair looks flat todayâ you insult and he glares at you âyou do know i have traits other than my hair, right?â
âyeah, I know. just donât care enough, is allâ you state, looking at your manicure like his existence is irrelevant to you. âRight, okay. Letâs just not kill each other until we get thereâ
âOnly if you promise to buy me snacks at the gas stationâ you bargain âFine. Whatever you wantâ
_
You fell asleep halfway through the car ride and have woken up once. For some reason, Steve canât stop himself from glancing over you. Your head is resting on the window, your lips are slightly parted, and if he didnât already know you, heâd think you actually look kind of sweet.
âHeyâ he whispers and gently shakes your shoulder to wake you up. You grunt in response and he shakes your shoulder a little more. âWake up, weâre almost at my parents lake houseâ he says and you jolt awake. âWeâre stopping there first? Iâm not prepared for that!â you exclaim and flip down the visor mirror to make yourself look presentable.
âThey said they have a surprise for us and theyâre looking forward to meeting you. Itâll be fineâ he puts his hand on your thigh for a split second then quickly pulls it back. âAnd here we areâ he announces when he pulls into the driveway. Itâs more of a lake mansion than a lake house, but you didnât expect anything less. Steve opens the passenger side door for you just in case anyone is watching. He can tell youâre nervous about meeting his parents. Youâve been fiddling with the hem of your top and the look on your face isnât exactly hiding any of your emotions.
Steve grabs your hand and youâre taken by surprise. Heâs touching you without acting like thereâs a gun to his head. âReady to meet the parents?â he asks, giving your hand a squeeze âAs ready as Iâll ever beâ
He knocks on the door and your leg bounces, anxiously. âHey, stop worrying. Theyâll love you. Most people think youâre great. Apart from me, obviouslyâ he jests and you snicker. You know it isnât a big deal if his parents donât like you. You two arenât actually together and there's a high chance youâll never see them again, but you have this irritating need for peopleâs approval. Which is a bit ironic considering your hand is currently being held by the one person who has a huge issue with you.
âSteve, honey! Weâre so glad youâre here!â his mom exclaims before hugging him. âYou must be y/n! Itâs so nice to meet you!â she hugs you next. âItâs nice to meet you too, Mrs. Harringtonâ
âOh, please, call me Joanne. Come in, Iâll get your father. George, Steve and his girlfriend are here!â she shouts when you all walk inside.
Stevesâ father emerges from the back porch of the house and itâs like Steve twenty-five years from now walked in from the future. âNow, whatâs someone as pretty as you doing with my son? Did you pay her Steve?â he jokes, but he has no idea how close he is to being correct. âThanks, dad, good to see you too.â Steve grumbles. âDonât get too upset, I know how sensitive you can be. Iâm George, itâs a pleasure to meet youâ he extends his hand and you shake it. âItâs great to meet you. Iâm y/nâ
âYouâre much nicer than most girls my son dates. There was one girl-â
âAnyways, mom said you had a surprise for usâ Steve interrupts his dad. âYes, we do!â his mom says and hands Steve a key. âWhatâs this?â he asks as he holds the key. âWell, your father and I thought it might be romantic if you two had your own house and youâd be much closer to the family. Itâs just right up the road and we cancelled your hotel reservation.â
âThatâs so kind of you, Mrs. Harr- Joanne. You didnât have to do thatâ you thank her and she beams at your appreciation. âHoney, weâre just so grateful that Steve has found someone that he clearly loves. You shouldâve heard how he spoke about you on the phoneâ She tells you and Steveâs face turns beet red when you turn to look at him. âUh, yeah, thank you. We should probably go check this out, yeah?ââ he asks and you nod.
âOnce you freshen up, donât forget weâre having dinner here tonight!â Joanne reminds the both of you before saying your goodbyes. Your nerves come back when you think about meeting the rest of his family.
âSo⌠what did you say about me on the phone?â you ask once you both step outside. âI donât even remember. I didnât really say muchâ he lies, but he doesnât want you to know just in case you get the wrong impression that he might not dislike you as much as you think he does. âKeep your secrets, then. Let's go check out our house!â you squeal and run to the car.
âOh my gosh, itâs so cute!â you say as you pull into the driveway. The house is smaller than the others, but the ideal size for two people. Thereâs a porch that overlooks the lake with two rocking chairs and a coffee table. Itâs perfect for watching the sun rise and set.
It does make you a little sad that if you werenât here, Steve would be all alone in a hotel while the rest of his family was within walking distance. Why wouldnât he stay with his parents? or another family member? âDid you hear me?â he asks, bringing you back from all the questioning going on in your mind.âNo, sorry. What did ya say?â
âI asked if youâre ready to go inside. Iâll help you with your bags this timeâ
âYeah, thanks.â you grin and get out of the car.
The inside of the house is as beautiful as the outside. Itâs cozy and inviting. If Steve was your boyfriend, it would be very romantic. âSo, only one bedroom I suppose,â Steve speaks up. âIâll take the couchâ he volunteers.
âSteve, I can already tell youâre too tall for that couch. Iâll take itâ
âNo, itâs fine. I donât mindâ
âOr we could be adults and share the bed? Itâs big enough that you wonât even come close to touching meâ you assure him. âIf you wanted to sleep next to me, all you had to do was askâ he smirks and your nose scrunches in disgust. âShut up, Iâm trying to be nice to youâ
âLetâs unpack before we have to go to dinner. Are you nervous about meeting everyone else?â he asks as you throw your luggage on the bed so you can unpack your bags. âYeah, I guess. Is there anything I should know?â you question. âNot really. My parents seemed to like you, so theyâve probably already put in a good word.â
The rest of the time you spend unpacking and getting ready is spent in silence. It isnât either an awkward or comfortable silence. Itâs like neither of you are there, not acknowledging each other unless absolutely necessary.
_
You and Steve decide to walk to his parents since itâs such a pleasant evening. The sound of the lake is peaceful and the moonlight illuminates your surroundings so perfectly that it makes the street lamps needless. âIt really is lovely out hereâ you say and Steve hums in agreement. âAre you nervous, Steve? About seeing your family? You ask and he lets out a sigh that heâs been holding in for a while. âKind of, but theyâre probably gonna be more focused on youâ
âDo you wanna talk about it?â you offer and he shakes his head. âNah, thatâs alright. Weâre almost there anywayâ When you walk through the door of the house, Steve places his hand on the small of your back. Only for appearances, clearly. âWeâre hereâ he announces and his family comes over to greet you.
âYou must be y/n! Iâm Linda, Steveâs aunt. Weâve heard many great things about you!â You make your way through all introductions followed by a million itâs nice to meet you tooâs. His family is bigger than you expected and you can definitely tell that they have money just by looking at them.
Youâre finally offered a glass of wine and happily accept. âHere, Steve, itâs an old-fashioned. The real man's drinkâ His father hands him a glass and he has to stop himself from chugging it.
âWe are all dying to know how you two metâ Steveâs aunt says to you once you and Steve are in the kitchen. It seems like everyone is gathered in the kitchen to hear the story. Steve looks a little lost so you decide youâll take the lead on this one.
âWell, we met through mutual friends and Steve was terrible at attempting to flirt with me. I thought he was just so cute and one night I got stood up on a blind date and Steve came to my rescue and the rest is historyâ you wrap your arm around his back and his arm wraps around your shoulder. He canât believe how quickly you came up with that. Your story is met with many âawsâ and Steve mouths a âthank youâ when no one is looking.
âI like your dressââ you hear a small voice come from behind you and you turn around to see the most adorable toddler with pigtails. âThank you, sweetie. I like your hairâ you bend down to eye level with her. âIâm y/n. Whatâs your name?â. âPenelope. Iâm this manyâ She holds up three fingers and you smile. âDo yâwanna color with me?â she asks and you follow her to the table she was coloring at.
âAre you married to Steve?â
âNope, not married, but I am his girlfriendâ it still feels weird to say that. âOkay. You can use my crayonsâ
Steve watched this interaction from the kitchen. He thinks the drink is already starting to go to his head because he thinks it's absolutely adorable. Youâre a natural with kids and with his family. He canât tell if itâs all part of the act or if you are actually this amazing.
Dinner goes smoothly with the help of several alcoholic beverages. Steveâs hand has been on your thigh throughout the entire meal and he didnât act bothered by it at all. Maybe his acting skills arenât so abysmal after all.
âCan I help you wash up?â you ask his mom as she cleans up the kitchen. âThat would be wonderful, dear.â
âPenelope adores you, by the way. Sheâs always been a little shy and she warmed up to you just like that.â She tells you. âSheâs a sweet kid. I was like that when I was younger. Shy, I mean. Guess I still amâ a small chuckle escapes your throat. âWell, no worries about that. The family loves youâ She assures you and you give her a kind smile.
âReady to go, babe?â Steve asks you. âGo on, Iâll make George help with cleanupâ His mom hugs you both and his hand holds yours as you say your goodbyes to everyone.
âThat wine got to me, I think. I feel all warm and fuzzyâ you say with a giggle. Steve still hasnât let go of your hand even though you're halfway back to the house by now. âI know what you mean. You were great, by the way. Pretty sure theyâre convinced weâre in love.â
âWow, youâre complimenting me? You must definitely be tipsyâ you laugh. âAnd youâre still holding my hand so youâre absolutely toastedâ he quips. âmânot. I just might fall over if you let goâ so he doesnât let go, not until youâre both inside the bedroom.
Once you both climb into bed, thereâs more than a respectable distance between you and Steve. For some reason, a strange thought crosses your mind and you have the biggest urge to bring it up. âHey, Steve?â
âHm?â
âI thought of something we havenât practiced yet and itâs kinda weird, but hear me outâ
âOkayâŚIâm listeningâ he says, sounding a little suspicious. âDo you think itâll be weird if we donât kiss? Nothing crazy just a couple pecks here and thereâ he sits up and turns on the bedside table lamp. âYou wanna makeout in front of my family?â
âNo! Of course not. I said peckâ he doesnât respond and youâve never felt more embarrassed in your life.
âOkay. Yeah, we probably should practice it. Ya know, just to be convincingâ he finally speaks up. âYeah. Just to be convincing.â you both sit up and scoot closer to each other. âWait! Can you turn off the light?â you request and he quickly turns off the light.
You feel Steveâs hand resting on your cheek and your heart thumps in your chest out of nerves, not anything else, thatâs for sure. âReady?â he asks âReadyâ
His lips brush yours and linger for a few seconds before he places his lips on yours in a proper kiss. Itâs a simple kiss. Thereâs no tongue, obviously, and it feels like itâs over before it's even started.
âWait, sorry. Let me try againâ he says. He kisses you again and itâs still simple, but this time your lips move together in a harmonious agreement. His body moves closer to yours and you feel yourself slipping away, like youâve forgotten that youâre kissing Steve Harrington. Someone that you arenât supposed to be kissing.
He pulls back as he feels that the kiss might grow more intense. Youâre left breathless and stunned, but Steve doesnât seem to be as affected as you are, but he is. His palms are sweaty and his heart feels like it might jump out of his throat. He nonchalantly rolls over back to his side while you stay in the same position, staring at his silhouette.
âGoodnight, y/nâ
ây-yeah, goodnightâ
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a/n: ITâLL GET JUCIER SOON I PROMISE
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hi mads! how r you? i was wondering if i may request a enemies to lovers with fake dating between reader and steve? where she's shy and kinda nice with everyone but somehow doesn't get along with him... and suddenly they have a situation and have to pretend to be dating... btw, love your writing!
iâm doing well and i hope you are too :) thank you for the request and iâm so happy you enjoy my writing that means so much to me! i hope you like this and i hope it's okay i'm making it multiple parts!
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Crossing Lines | S.H x fem!reader
Part One | part two | part three | part 4
summary: Steve isnât your biggest fan (understatement of the year), so why does he ask you to be his fake girlfriend for a wedding?
content: enemies to (eventual) lovers, fake dating, mentions of drinking, swearing, a guy at the bar is kind of creepy, mentions of reader and eddie having a past fling, use of y/n (not too often)
word count: 3.7K
a/n: this is a little shorter than I anticipated, but Iâm going to try and make future parts longer.
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Thereâs something strange about having an âenemyâ. Especially when that enemy is Steve Harrington. You donât exactly consider him an arch nemesis, but thereâs really no other way you can describe your relationship with him. You arenât friends with him by any means, not anymore, despite your several attempts at kindness.
Cupcakes you made him got thrown in the trash, smiles youâve given him had been reciprocated with glares, and every time you spoke was the perfect time for him to roll his eyes.
No matter how many times you try to pinpoint a moment in your life where you mightâve offended him or done something to make him have such a great dislike for you, thereâs nothing you can come up with.
You never had many interactions with Steve in high school, which isnât very surprising. You always tried to stay in the background with your nose buried in a book and he was the complete opposite of that.
You admit you had a teeny tiny crush on him in high school, much like the other girls. How could you not? He was so charismatic and carried himself with confidence. You werenât as immune to the Harrington charm as much as you liked to pretend you were.
It wasnât until he became friends with Robin a few years ago that you had your first real conversation with him. Sheâs been your best friend since you were six and if she was convinced he changed, then you were willing to give him a chance.
He seemed like a completely different person than the boy you used to pass in the halls as he talked about how wasted he got the night before with his herd of wannabe Steves.
He was friendly and also a little bit of a clutz. Sort of awkward, as well. He was still handsome, though. A lot more handsome. His eyes were kinder and his hair as lovely as ever. You always wondered how it managed to still look so soft after that much product usage.
After the first two months of what seemed to be a friendship, he flipped the switch. His words to you became grumbles and he always kept a distance from you, like heâd go into anaphylactic shock if any part of him accidentally brushed yours.
It drove you mad. The one thing in life you always tried to do was treat everyone with kindness no matter what and he made it nearly impossible. You had more friends in your life now than you thought imaginable and it was nearly perfect, but all you seemed to be focused on is how much Steve hates you.
From Steveâs point of view, he would never outright say that he hates you. Itâs more of an annoyance. Your shared friend group constantly raves about how great and delightful you are. The kids, who arenât kids anymore but always will be to Steve, idolize you. Everyone thinks you walk around with rainbows and sprinkles shooting out of every single one of your orifices.
You and your delicious baked goods that you make in celebration every time someone so much finds a lucky penny on the ground. You and your stupid perfume that makes you smell like a damn bouquet of flowers. Your dumb dimples and eyes that some might claim light up a room every time you smile. Donât even get him started on the short, nonsensical pleated skirts you wear.
Youâll probably be wearing one of those skirts tonight when you all go out for drinks later and he dreads it, terribly. Definitely not because heâs attracted to you, no, thatâs insane, but because of all the guys that are going to swoon over you and heâll have to be responsible for making sure none of those creeps try to touch you.
Robin made it very clear to him early on that you are off limits. She told him he wasnât ready for a girl like you. Youâre different from the girls he takes on dates and sleeps with. You arenât a âhit it and quit itâ kind of gal, as she put it. . She said youâre a hopeless romantic, spending the rest of your life with one person, the type of love they write songs about, kind of gal. Steve wants to settle down one day, but he also isnât ready for that yet.
Apparently, Robin forgot to give Eddie the same speech because Steve caught the two of you in a hot and heavy makeout sesh at a party awhile ago. Steve put all of the puzzle pieces together that you and Eddie were secretly hooking up. It wasnât hard to figure out with all the glances, giggles, and body language. Plus, the sexual tension was so obvious.
No one else knew, neither of you even know that Steveâs aware anything ever happened.
Yes, you and Eddie were hooking up. Past tense. It was nice at first, way more than nice. Youâd never done the whole no strings attached thing and you felt comfortable with him, but then you both quickly realized that it would end in complete disaster and called off the agreement. Surprisingly, there was no awkwardness after, but you did miss him sometimes.
It was gratifying to be out of your comfort zone, but you needed more. You wanted a love that felt like an easy Sunday morning everyday, but as long as you were confined to Hawkins, you doubt that youâd ever find it.
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The bar was absolutely packed tonight, crawling with regulars, college kids back for the summer, and high school students with fake ids. There was a bachelor party sitting in the corner shouting obscenities and catcalling any girl that walked by them.
It was overwhelming. Usually this place, even on its busiest night, is still manageable to walk to.
Your walk to the table where your friends are sat feels like youâre climbing mount everest.
ây/n! youâre here!â Robin hops out of her seat at the high top table and throws her arms around you, squeezing you a little too tight. You can smell the tequila on her breath and her cheeks are flushed. That, combined with her affection for you, alerts you sheâs one drink away from being hammered.
Everyone else happily greets you, apart from Steve who gives you a tight lipped smile and takes a drink of his beer so he doesnât have to say hi because god forbid he speaks one of the shortest words in the english language to you.
âIâm gonna go grab a drink. Does anyone need anything?â you ask. âIâll go get your drink. Itâs a madhouse in here, what do ya want?â Eddie offers and you lay your hand on his shoulder, making Steve subtly roll his eyes so no one notices. âThatâs sweet, Eds, thank you. Iâll have a vodka cran pleaseâ
âHeâs, like, so in love with youâ Robin says and you laugh. Steve laughs too, but not out of being humored like you are. âHeâs not in love with me. Heâs just nice, unlike most of the guys in hereâ you say the last part a bit louder and look at Steve when you say it. His eyes roll again and you think that must be the only thing heâs good at because he does it all the time.
âYour beverage, madamâ Eddie says as he hands you your drink and sets down a tray of tequila shots for the table. âDo we really need more shots, Eddie?â Steve groans. âTapping out already, Harrington? I guess we shouldnât be surprisedâ you tease and he scoffs. âOh, thatâs just rich coming from youâ
âheyheyhey, can you two have your lovers quarrel another time? Weâre all here to have a good time, okay?â Robin reminds you and you give her a sorry smile. âYouâre right, Iâm sorry. Letâs not waste this tequila!â you exclaim
You all cheers your shot glasses and when you lick the salt of your hand, Steveâs eyes canât leave you. Heâs still staring when you put the lime in your mouth afterwards, you close your eyes in satisfaction and suck out all the juices. He hopes he never has to watch you take another shot again.
When your eyes open, you see Steve staring at you and he immediately looks away and pretends to be occupied by whatever the bachelor party to his left is doing. His mind drifts to the wedding he has to go to next weekend. One of his cousins on his fathers side of the family is getting married and heâs dreading it. Being surrounded by his snooty, rich family members who are all CEOâs of some business and theyâre all married to or engaged to the âperfect womanâ that they undoubtedly cheat on while away on âbusinessâ trips.
Speaking of business, they canât keep their noses out of Steveâs life. When are you going to get a ârealâ job?, when are you gonna settle down and have kids?, are you still living in that tiny apartment?. So no, he isnât exactly looking forward to telling his family heâs a single loser who practically lives in a shoebox.
âSteve? Are you okay?â your voice brings him back from his thoughts. âYep. perfectly fineâ
âYa sure? You seem distractedâ he hates that you care. Eighty percent of the time, youâre still so nice to him, apart from a few jabs every now and then, despite his coldness towards you. âJust thinking, so you donât have to pretend that you care.â
âOkayâŚIâm gonna go to the bathroomâ you say before leaving the table.
âWhy are you such a dick to her? Sheâs the nicest one out of all of us.â Eddieâs tone is sharp as he defends you. âIâm just stressed about this wedding I have to go to and my entire family is going to be there and Iâm the only one without a date so thatâs just another thing theyâre going to criticize me forâ Steve sighs and looks down at his drink.
âHow about that girl you went out with last month? Trisha?â Nancy suggests and Steve scrunches his nose. âNo can do. I realized I slept with her roommate after the first dateâ he cringes at the memory of walking into her apartment and seeing a familiar face sitting on the couch.
âYou could borrow nance? Sheâd just have to take off the engagement ringâ Jonathan jokes and the table laughs. Steve considers it for a half of a second, but realizes his parents already know about her engagement to jonathan. âNice job, Steve. You let the only decent girl who liked you get away and now sheâs with that byers boyâ he recalls his dad saying in a snarky tone.
âI have the perfect idea!â Robin exclaims and everyone waits for her to continue âyou should ask y/n to be your date!â
âThatâs a terrible idea, Robin. Why would I do that?â It isnât a terrible idea. His family would be over the mood to see him with a girl like you. Youâre kind, funny, smart and gorgeous, but heâd never admit those things to anyone, least of all you. But the thought of spending a whole weekend with you seems like torture.
âActually, that could work. You need to get over this weird hatred you have for her and this could be some good bonding! Maybe youâll finally realize how great she isâ Nancy states. âI know you all worship the ground she works on, but that isnât good enough reason to ask her to pretend to be my girlfriendâ
âJust think about it, okay?â Nancy says, kindly and he half-heartedly nods. The conversation ceases as you arrive back at the table and everyone stares at you. âWhat? Do I have something on my face?â
âNo. Nothing. We just missed youâ You know Robin is acting weird about something, but you let it go. âum, okay. I missed you guys too for the whole five minutes I was gone. I'm gonna go get another drink.â you tell them before making your way to the bar.
âHey, beautiful. Wanna take a shot with us?â One of the men from the bachelor party asks as you walk by their table. âNo thanks. Have a good night, guysâ you walk away and hope they leave you alone.
One of the guys gets up to follow you. Steveâs keeping an eye on you and moves to get up when he sees the guy following you. âIâll be right back, guysâ
âCâmon, baby, let me buy you a drinkâ Steve hears him say to you as youâre standing at the bar. You look uncomfortable and with the bar packed, you barely have a way to escape. âI already said no. Just go back to your friendsâ
When he moves closer, Steve steps in between the two of you. âShe said no, man. Just leave her alone, alright?â
âyou her boyfriend?â he slurs and Steve canât believe the words that come out of his mouth âyeah, i am. so, fuck off, okay?â your eyes widen when Steve says heâs your boyfriend.
âAlright, alright.â the guy puts his hand up in defense âsheâs all yours, buddyâ
âare you okay? youâre not gonna cry or anything are you?â he asks when he turns around to face you. âNo, I'm fine. You didnât have to do that. Thank youâ you smile at him sweetly.
âItâs whatever. Donât let it get to your headâ And just like that the Steve you know is back. âCan you tell everyone that I went outside for some air?â you ask and he nods then you go your separate ways. He watches the door to make sure you get outside alright.
âSo, hypotheticallyâ Steve starts once he returns to the table âHow would I go about asking her to be my fake girlfriend?â
âJust be honest about it. Oh! and offer to pay for everything!â Robin says. Her advice could not be more vague. âI still think this is a terrible idea, but I literally have no other options, so when this goes to shit just remember it was all of your faultâ he tells them before turning around and bearing the crowd to get outside.
When he walks out the door and into the fresh air, he sees you standing up against the brick exterior of the building. âDonât tell me you came out here to check on me. Thought you said I shouldnât let anything go to my head?â you raise your eyebrows at him.
âYou are not making this any easierâ He puts his hands on his hips and throws his head back, letting out a sigh. âMaking what any easier?â
âI have a proposition for youâ
âI donât do prostitution, Steveâ
âItâs not- would you just let me talk?â he groans and you make a zipping motion over your lips and throw away the invisible key. âOkay, you owe me a favor after what I did for you, right?- donât make that face you totally do- anyways, I have a wedding to go next weekend and my family is always harping on me about having a girlfriend and I was thinking-â
âyou want me to be your girlfriend?â you ask in a skeptical tone.
âWhat did I say about letting me talk? and no not girlfriend, fake girlfriend. Just for three daysâ
âYou can barely stand to be around me and you want me to be your pretend girlfriend?â
âLook, I know itâs weird, but we don't have to worry about feelings or some shit like that being a problem because thereâs no way that would happenâ he explains. âWhat do I get out of it?â
âA super fancy hotel and all expenses paid. Youâll even get to pretend that youâre dating someone as hot as I amâ he smirks and you huff out a humorless laugh. âYouâll pay for everything?â he nods âyouâll drive, too? I hate drivingâ he nods again âand youâll be nice to me?â
âUgh, fine, okay. I will be so nice to you that youâll puke. Is that a yes?â
âSure, why not. Can I talk in a British accent and pretend to be part of the royal family? ya know, to fit in with the rich people?â
âAbsolutely notâ
âWhy are you no fun, Stevie?â you whine. âStevie?â his brows furrow. âyeah, iâm thinking that as your new girlfriend, my nickname for you is Stevieâ
âFake girlfriendâ he reminds you âStevie, youâre so uptight.â you pout at him and he hates himself for his eyes lingering on your lips.
âSo, what time should I come over tomorrow?â you ask like youâve already been invited to his apartment. âWhat?â
âWe need to hang out so you can get used to not acting like I donât have the plague. Plus, we need to get to know each otherâ you state. âFine. Come over tomorrow night and weâll go over everythingâ
âLooking forward to it, Stevieâ
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You knock on Steveâs door at 8 p.m. sharp with a bottle of wine in hand because letâs face it, youâre both going to need it. âHi, Steviekinsâ you greet as he opens the door. âThatâs worse than Stevieâ
âYou love Stevie and you know itâ
âJust come insideâ he grumbles. âI ordered a pizza if you want a slice. Itâs in the kitchenâ
Once the wine is poured and you sit on the couch to eat, you pull out your notebook and two pens from your bag. âAre we writing each other love notes or something?â
âNo, doofus. Weâre taking notes on each other. Our likes, dislikes, details about our relationshipâ you tear out a piece of paper and give him a pen. Even your pens and notebook were nauseatingly adorable. âIf I knew this was going to be like school I wouldâve asked Robinâ
âha!â you laugh loudly âshe would punch you if you tried to hold her hand or do anything that was even remotely romanticâ you point out âand youâre not going to punch me?â
âIâd like to say no, but Iâd hate to be a liarâ
You and Steve practically chug your wine and pour a second glass before playing your own version of twenty questions.
âWhatâs your favorite color?â you ask to start. âMy favorite color? you really think my family is going to question you on shit like that?â he responds and you glare at him. âOkay, fine. um, blue, I guessâ
âThatâs so basicâ
âThen whatâs yours?â
âall of themâ you reply. âall of them? really?â he snidely remarks. âyes, moving onâ
You learn an abundant amount of things about each other, much against Steveâs will. You know each other's favorite candies, movies, songs, all the way to childhood memories and discussing scars you have and how you got them.
Then you moved on to the details of your relationship. Friends first, fell in love, you know the deal. Youâve âbeen togetherâ for five months. Long enough that itâs somewhat serious, short enough for it to make sense that you havenât met his parents yet.
The bottle of wine is almost gone and Steveâs cheeks are flushed and his eyes are a bit glossy. If he wasnât the bane of your existence, you might even think he looks pretty.
âCan I ask you a question? and not one about your favorite food or anything like thatâ you ask in a soft voice and you seem a little nervous. âSure, go ahead.â
âWhy did you ask me to do this? iâm like the last person you shouldâve askedâ
âThatâs actually why I asked. If I asked a girl that has any romantic interest in me at all, then it might get confusing, ya know? With you, once these three days are over we can go back to normal. Thereâs no risk of us falling for each otherâ
âOh, I guess that makes sense. I have an observation, by the way. You always speak of love like itâs a terrible thing. Why is thatâ
âHoly shit thatâs a loaded question. Um, well the first time I was in love was in high school and we all know how that turned out. Havenât been in a serious relationship since so I guess itâs hard for me to believe that itâs as great as everyone says it isâ he sighs. Heâs never drinking wine again. If it makes him this vulnerable with you he canât imagine what it would be like if someone else was sitting here.
âDo you still love her? Nancy?â you wonder. âNo, I donât. I have love for her, but just as a friend. What about you?â
âNo, Iâm not in love with Nancy. Sheâs pretty and all, but canât say iâm in love with herâ
âShut up, you know what I mean. Youâre always raving about some dumb romance novel, yet Iâve never seen you with a boyfriend.â he says and you sigh âThereâs not much to tell. Hopeless romantic with standards that are too highâ
Thereâs a hint of sadness in your voice and you clear your throat before speaking up again. âSo, I think thatâs enough for tonight. I know way more about you than I ever wanted toâ
âRight back at ya. Iâll walk you to the doorâ
âItâs a short distance, Iâll manageâ
âHey, I gotta start working on being chivalrous as your fake boyfriend. Can you stop being stubborn for one second?â
He walks you ten steps to the door and even opens it for you. âSame time tomorrow night? unless you're busyâ you say, halfway out the door. âWhat could we possibly have left to learn about each other?â
âWe still have to work on acting like weâre in love. You might have to put your arm around me this weekend. Oh, the horrors!â you gasp dramatically and he suppresses a laugh because he refuses to let you think you have the ability to make him laugh.
âTomorrow's fine. But if something comes up and you have to skip that would totally be okayâ
âYouâre such an assâ you whine. âNot as much as you areâ he retorts.
You flip him off as you walk away and he does the same.
He canât wait for next weekend to be over so he can go back to pretending like you barely even exist.
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part two coming soon to a screen near you ;)
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Ok but imagine Steve coming home late after a long day at work. He gets in and calls out for you while he takes off his jacket and hangs it up. He leaves his keys on the little table by the door and after calling you a couple more times, he gets a bit anxious when you donât answer him. His heart picks up and he starts looking for you all over the house, feet quick and breathing quicker. He knows everything that happened with Vecna is gone now, but what if itâs not? What if they took you? What if youâre down there again? What if your hurt-
Suddenly, in the middle of his worry attack, he hears rustling of bedsheets. The bedroom. He gets to the room, and slowly opens up the ajar door.
Oh. You were just sleeping. Everything is fine. Youâre fine. Youâre safe.
He lets out a breath of relief and gets closer to you. He looks at you, really looks at you. At your relaxed expression, and he finally calms down. Even asleep, youâre so beautiful. Looking at you, he really forgets about all the ugliness in the world, all the horrors, all the violence, all evil. Youâre everything thatâs right in his life, and he really doesnât know what heâd do without you.
And so, he doesnât even care that heâs hungry and hasnât eaten all day, he just takes off his uniform and slips into bed next to you. You curl up to him unconsciously, and he swears heâs the luckiest guy in the world.
Because heâs got you. And heâll do anything to protect you, even if it means fighting democreatures in another dimension. Again.
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teacher || james potter
pairing: james potter x reader
863 words, preschool teacher au, james is a single dad (not for long...?), kindergarten teacher!reader, gender neutral reader, harry is her student so you know how it goes
a/n: sorry this took months i have been in the slumpiest slump ever. hope you enjoy :,) I'm not too sure about how preschools fair in other countries but this is mostly based on my own experiences!
"Mr Potter! Lovely to see you today."
James walks into your classroom, and it's humourous to see you seated in a chair and table meant for six-year-olds.
He smiles at you and waves. Unfortunately, you're swooning on the inside.
Yes, it's unprofessional to have a crush on a parent, let alone the parent of one of your beloved students. Very unprofessional, actually. But you can't help but be enamoured by his looks. He looks exactly like his son, Harry. Messy hair and gold-rimmed glasses.
Or maybe he's just one of the only few parents who are the same age as you. And it doesn't help when you know he's a single father and always strikes a conversation with you whenever he has the chance to. In your head, maybe it wouldn't hurt to make a move.
"Of course, I'm happy to be here today, though it's the last time," he says as he sits down in an identical tiny chair.
You know you have to push these thoughts aside, because this was the last parent-teacher meeting for your kindergarteners who will be graduating in a few weeks. No matter your feelings, your job was to tell parents how their child has faired so far in their education.
You take a deep breath and fix your hair. "Okay, let's get started."
You adore Harry, a joy to have in your class. He is very friendly and communicates very well with his peers and teachers. He actively participates in class. He is developing well in the different aspects. You explain everything in layman's terms so he can understand, and he nods along, listening.
"Needless to say, Harry's definitely ready for primary school. If you'd like, it would be great if you continued his learning at home as well, before he officially starts school." you finish, nodding at James. You unconsciously bite the inside of your cheek, knowing that it won't be long until you'll never see this man again.
"That's great," he says, looking up from Harry's portfolio from over the year. "Harry really appreciates you as a teacher, you know? He always loves coming to school."
You smile at that, it warms your heart. "I'm glad to hear that. I'll definitely miss him when he graduates."
There's an awkward silence between the both of you, not particularly knowing what to say. You both nod and look down. You know it's the end.
"Well..." you start. "If you don't have any more questions, that will be it. Thank you so much for joining us on this journey, Mr Potter."
"I do have- um- a question?" he says abruptly. He suddenly seems more fidgety and nervous, gripping the binder of Harry's portfolio.
"Um..." he scratches his head. You look at him expectantly. "I appreciate you as Harry's teacher, of course. He always says that you're very nice and pretty... I also think you're very nice and pretty..."
You nod along, trying to keep your cool by controlling your facial expressions.
He continues, his shoulders slowly rising in a shrug. "So if you'd let me, we can meet outside of school for once," he spits it out quickly like he's ripping a band-aid off.
Blinking slowly, you process what just happened. "Did you just ask me out?" you ask, eyes wide.
His eyes dart to the side and then back at you. "Yes," he says.
"Mr Potter-" you start.
"Please, you can call me James-"
"Your son is my student."
"He won't be by next week."
"It will be very unprofessional of me-"
"I don't hear a no, though..."
And you're both in silence again. You sigh and bring a hand to your face, resting your chin on your palm as you look away from him. You try to think of your next move.
Aside from all of the consequences that may occur, this is a golden opportunity. Your teacher life always gets so hectic and you barely have time to go out and meet people. If you miss this chance you may never get to have one like it again.
You bite your lip and accept whatever fate may come.
You speak in a hushed voice, willing that no one hears this conversation. "Fine, yes. I'll give you a chance. But if anything goes wrong, my priority is my job and yours is Harry. Got it?"
James let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. He looks up at you with sparkling eyes. "Yes, okay. I will-"
He's cut off by a knock at your door. Your colleague opens it and her head pokes into your classroom. "Hi, sorry to interrupt, but the next parent is waiting outside," she says. You nod at her and she leaves. You stand up, and James does too.
"Well, this is... unofficially goodbye, Mr Potter. It really has been a pleasure teaching Harry," you say, stretching your hand out for a shake. He takes it, and his hand is warm.
You mutter quickly to him, "My contact is in the binder."
He grins at you, childlike, and you watch him leave your classroom with a wave. You wave back, smiling.
You sincerely hope you won't regret this decision.
a/n: RRRAAHHH i really hope to make this a mini series of some kind because i have the softest spot for kids and i start being a real teacher in a month! asks are open if you have any thoughts <3 thanks for reading!
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Never a Burden
Neteyam x Reader Mate
Summary: You donât want to bother Neteyam with your issues but things keep getting worse with another clan member wonât leave you aloneâŚ
Warning: Mentions of injury, cursing.
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âDonât cause troubleâ was a line Neteyam constantly said to his younger brother over the years, and now that mantle of troublemaker had been passed over to you, his mate.
Neteyam loved you more than life but by god you were a handful and then some. You were like a magnet for sticky situations and more often than not Neteyam had to come to your rescue.
Like the time some visiting Navi from a neighboring clan were bullying a harmless forest creature so you âintervenedâ. He yelled at you for being careless and putting yourself in danger.
Or the time your necklace flew off during a flying session so you promptly dived and searched the waters for hours until you found it. You came back soaked and shivering late into the night with the beads in your hand.
âWhat were you thinking!?â He scolded quickly wrapping you up in a warm blanket.
âB-b-but itâs the necklace you gifted meâŚâ you chattered and he let out an exasperated sigh.
These situations were a frequent occurrence since he met you however he realized soon on that that was a package deal with being your mate. Heâd take that deal any day.
Your husband had been endlessly busy on raids the past few months, only coming home to regroup and head back out. He was beyond exhausted most of the time, coming into your tent and falling asleep in your arms almost instantly
Usually Neteyam had patience and a level head but these past months proved to be a heavy challenge. Which made sense since so much was riding on his shoulders.
You felt bad for him which Is why you didnât want to bother him with your troubles. Even if this situation wasnât exactly your faultâŚ
Recently a nearby clan had teamed up with yours to battle the sky people. This clan was different than yours, hard headed, brutal, our clans didnât usually get along but they had a common enemy which made them a strong ally.
However some of the clans males had been targeting you. It started off small at first, taunts here and there. You werenât a warrior which is why they criticized you as the oleyektens mate. But lately theyâve been getting more bold, one male in particular, TuâMey, their ring leader had been degrading you, commenting on your body and how neteyam must hate rutting with such a skinny female.
Today was when he finally crossed the line, you were gathering herbs in the forest with Kiri when she left early because of a headache.
You didnât think anything of being alone until a familiar voice had you cursing.
âWhat are you doing out here all alone huh?â TuâMey emerged from behind a tree with a grin. He was alone which you didnât know was better or worse.
âNone of your business.â You snatched your basket up and threw him a glare as you went to move past him back to camp, you let out a little gasp when he grabbed your arm instead. That was the first time he had touched you.
âLet go of me!â You hissed and pulled but he didnât relent.
âHeh so weak, what does a great warrior like your husband see in you huh?â
His grip was strong and you felt a moment of panic.
âEnough, let go asshole!â You punched at him with your other hand but it was like hitting a boulder. He easily grabbed your other hand and pulled you closer. Your eyes widened as he brought his face closer to yours.
âHmm you may be no warrior, but you do have a pleasant enough face I suppose.â
âLet go before I-â
âBefore you what? Hurt me?â He laughed and pulled your arms up high pulling you up right to his body.
You panicked a lot more now feeling his skin touching yours.
You start kicking at him and he clicks his tongue in annoyance, and backs you up into a tree roughly. The bark digging into your skin painfully.
âOh Iâm sorry did that hurt?â He asked mockingly.
âGo on cry for me little forest girlâ
You refused to shed tears but you were definitely afraid.
Suddenly you heard a rustling up ahead followed by several Navi voices.
TuâMey pulled you deeper in the forest away from prying eyes, his mistake was leaving one hand open.
As he pulled you away you caught a glint of a knife at his waist, it was probably a bad idea but you didnât really have a choice.
In moments you grabbed at the knife and swiped at the arm holding you.
You were successful but the moment TuâMey realized what you done his eyes were full of fury.
You turned to run but were abruptly yanked back by your braid.
âOh now you wanna fight little girl? Cmon then letâs fight.â He used your hair to propel you forward roughly. You rolled several times before hitting a tree. You gasped in pain.
Suddenly he was above you again and you saw his leg go out and in straight to your stomach. You cried out in pain. Great mother help me.
He kicked the same place again and then roughly pulled you up by your arms.
You slumped in his hold but still managed a hiss. Not that it really did anything.
He opened his mouth to say something but the voices were nearing again. He cursed and threw you back down.
âThis isnât overâ. And just as fast as he came he disappeared in the trees.
You coughed a couple times on the ground clutching your stomach. With much pain you stood up and limped into the trees away from the scene, you didnât want anyone to see you and say anything to Neteyam.
The truth was most Navi could hold their own but you were different. You healed, not hurt, you didnât even like to hunt because of your sweet nature. Neteyam was drawn to your heart he said, but your weakness was becoming an issue now that war had come. You didnât realize just how useless you really were.
After much struggle you managed to sneak back into your tent unsuspected.
You collapsed on the ground next to your sleeping mat. The tears flowed freely now that you were alone. You missed Neteyam now more than ever, wanting nothing more than for him to hold you in his arms.
With tears still running down your face you moved your netted top out of the way to see the damage. A large nasty bruise had formed along with a couple cuts. Your back ached too so you could only imagine the scratches there as well.
Sniffling you applied some salve.
Good thing Neteyam wouldnât be back for a few days, you didnât know what you would do if he saw your state. He would probably kill him and start another war.
Little did you know the war party had returned while you were gone..
âYawne? There you are, I didnât see you when I landed.â
Your eyes widened hearing Neteyams voice and the familiar flapping of the tent beads.
Quickly you wiped at your eyes and slid the salve under the blanket.
âN-Neteyam, welcome back my love.â You thank Ewya that the tent is darkened by the night.
He rushes to you and you embrace him.
âI missed you so much, couldnât wait to get back..â he held you tightly and you did your best not to wince.
âMe too..â you released from each other and he gave you a loving kiss.
âCome, change and Iâll prepare you something to eat.â He nodded and went to remove his armor. Luckily he hadnât seemed to notice anything was off.
He ate and talked about the successful raid, you nodded along but your mind was on the blossoming pain all over your body but especially your stomach.
âAre you alright? Youâve hardly said a word..â
âYes, just tired is all, I was collecting herbs and other things for most of the day.â
He nodded and smiled, âthen come let us sleep, I am exhausted as well.â
You nodded and followed him to the mat. You grabbed a longer top and threw it on. Come morning, you would not be able to hide it in the light so you needed to cover up, at least until he left again for the next raid.
Sleep came easy for the both of you, despite your pain, being in Neteyams arms always lulled you quickly. You hoped the morning would go smoothly. Although you rarely ever got what you wanted these days..
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â-at is this?â Mm your dreams were beginning to fade away at the familiar voice calling out to you and bringing you back to reality.
âY/n!â Your eyes abruptly flicked open hearing Neteyams urgent voice.
Oh great mother help me..
Your gaze focused on Neteyam who was sitting up beside you with a hand on your waist and another pulling aside your netted top.
You were an idiot to think that flimsy material could hide anything.
âWhat is this, what happened??â He asked again voice full of concern and seriousness.
Your eyes followed down to wear a nasty bruise had doubled In its darkening since last night.
âI-I Itâs nothing teyam, I fell from a tree in a bad way is all.. I didnât realize it had caused such a bruise..â you sat up and tried to cover up again but he wouldnât let you.
âThis looks bad, what did you fall on?â He grimaced tracing the cuts with his fingers.
âSome large rocks..â you hoped he would buy that. You never really lied to him before, you hated the feeling..
He looked you over now from head to toe and caught sight of your back.
âYour back is scratched up too⌠come letâs see Grandmother-â
He moves to gently pull you but you refuse, âItâs fine my love, I can apply medicine here, your grandmother is no doubt busy with warriors from yesterdayâŚâ
He looked reluctant, âbut..â
âReally Iâm alrightâ you pulled him back down and hugged him. You were actually in a lot of pain but Moat was smart and would see through your lie easily so you couldnât go.
Neteyam pulled away and moved to grab your basket that held all your medicinal supplies.
He pulled the cover off and frowned, âI thought you picked herbs yesterday, thereâs barely anything here..â
You idiot- you left your basket in the forest!
âAh I canât believe it, I forgot my basket in the forest..â
He raised a brow then furrrowed it, âyou didnât hit your head did you?â Suddenly he was near you again inspecting your face.
âN-no I didnât I mustâve been just a little flustered is allâ
Neteyam pulled back and looked you in the eye, âYawneâŚis everything ok? You seemâŚstrangeâ
âI-Iâ what should you say?
Luckily a familiar voice outside the tent called interrupting you.
âBro you in there? We need to talk about the next mission, everyoneâs waitingâ Neteyam reluctantly pulled away giving you a wary look. You smiled hoping to ease his worries.
âIâll be back later , go to Kiri for help at least ok?â
You nodded not meaning it and watched him leave the tent.
You let out a sigh once you were alone. Perhaps you could sneak into your mother in laws tent since everyone would be at the meeting. She would have herbs. At least that way Neteyam would assume you went to Kiri.
Slowly you stood up and readjusted your clothing, not that it really covered anything..
Luckily when you exited the tent, everyone was either at the meeting or busy preparing for the next raid.
You went behind the tents as swiftly as you could and finally arrived at your destination.
You called out but just as you suspected they were gone.
You felt guilty basically stealing but you didnât really have many options.
You gathered what you needed and left, you nearly let out a scream when you bumped into the large body of your father in law.
âWoah easy- y/n?â You quickly schooled your shock with an uneasy smile. âI came to ask to borrow some herbs but no one was here.. I hope you donât mind?â
Jake shook his head, âof course not, go crazyâ he reached beside the door grabbing a map before moving to leave again when he happened to catch sight of the bruise.
âWhat happened?â He asked concerned.
âO-oh nothing really, I just had a bad fall..â
He eyed your face for a moment before nodding
âThat looks bad, make sure you get that looked at ok?â
âI willâ you smiled and sighed as he left the tent.
Luckily on your way back you didnât run into anyone.
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âAlright dismissedâ warriors turned to prepare for the next raid and Neteyam was about to follow them when his father held him back.
âWait thereâs something I wanted to talk to you about.â
âWhat is it?â
Jake looked a bit uneasy but continued on, âitâs about y/n.â
Neteyam perked up at this, âWhy? did something happen?â
âI saw her just now in our tent getting herbs, she wasâŚskittish and I saw really nasty looking bruise.â
Neteyam nodded, âShe fell in the forestâŚon some rocks she said...â
âSheâs one of the best climbers in the clan Neteyamâ
âI know thisâŚdoâŚdo you think she was lying?â He furrowed his brows. His mate never lied to him before. Even saying it out loud sounded weird.
Jake tilted his head, âIâm not saying that butâŚâ Neteyam nodded as if coming to a decision.
âYeah ok⌠Iâll talk to herâ. He thanked his father and went about his duties. He was definitely going to have a talk when he got home.
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You had been resting in your tent for most of the day when you realized you had nothing prepared for dinner. Neteyam mentioned he would stay a couple nights so it was only right he had a nice hot meal while he was here.
Sighing you stood up and exited the tent. You could at least catch a couple fish for the both of you.
You grabbed your fishing net and made your way towards the river.
It was evening time but there were a few Navi around.
Good, you didnât want to be alone..
Throughout the next hour you kept glancing around but luckily you hadnât seen him so far.
It was dark now everyone had mostly gone so you decided to call it quits as well. you managed to catch a couple small fish but just needed to check your last net tied to the tree.
Slowly so not to aggravate your wounds you climbed ontop of a giant rock. This net was along the river edge but from higher up.
Due to the weather getting colder it was better not to get into the water.
You kneeled on the rock and bent down to pull up your net.
The sudden screech of an Ikran roared behind you. It happened within seconds, you turned only to have a wing smack into you propelling you forward.
You gasped then were suddenly choking and spluttering on freezing water.
You whipped your head around to face the Ikran. You mentally screamed realizing it was HIS Ikran. And the devil in question laughter heartily from the tree line. He whistled and his Ikran flew towards him.
You didnât wait to see what he would do next, you scrambled out of the river shivering and ran back as fast as you could.
Cold so cold, the night wind only made it that much worse.
Your teeth chattered violently. Hot tears pouring down your cheeks.
You slammed the tent flap open and clambered inside.
âY/n?â Neteyam sprung up from his sitting position and practically sprinted to you.
Oh great mother not now! You thought he would be out still with the warriors!
âY/n?! What happened?? why are you soaking wet?!â Neteyam grabbed your shoulders looking you up and down.
âI-Iâ your voice came out in a cold stutter. The temperature settling in deep into your body.
Neteyam pulled you closer to the fire and helped you remove your wet things before handing you a woven blanket.
âYawne please, tell me what happenedâ Neteyam pulled you closer to him, hoping his body heat would help.
He wiped away your tears but they flowed like an endless river.
âI-I....I fell in the river.â Neteyam tensed, he could see your hesitation and how you wouldnât meet your eyes.
âAnd how did that happen hm? What arenât you telling me?â His voice was more firm now.
Should you tell him? But you didnât want to cause trouble and disturb the alliance. It was your fault you were weakâŚ
âY/n!â You gasped, Neteyam hardly if ever raised his voice at you.
You couldnât even answer as your sobs and distress grew louder. Now the love of your life was angry with you. Why could you never do anything right?!
Neteyam softened completely seeing your distress, âAlright alright, mawye my love, itâs alright, mawyeâŚIâm sorry, please donât cryâ he hugged you tightly, bringing your head to his chest. He held you like that soothingly stroking your back until your sobs quieted down.
You slowly pulled away still not meeting his eyes.
Neteyam brought a finger to your chin and slowly pushed it up.
His heart broke seeing the puffiness. He followed the finger to your cheek and splayed them out. You leaned into his warmth.
âWhatever it is, you know I am with you my love.â
You let out a shakey breathe. âI knowâŚâ you whispered brokingly.
âAnd I will always be there for you⌠no matter what it is but I canât help if I donât know what is wrong.â
You reached up to hold the hand caressing your face. âI am always causing you trouble Neteyam.â
He blinked at this, âwhat?â
âIâm always causing you troubleâŚI donât want to burden youâŚâ
Neteyams brows furrowed, âYes you are trouble but you are never a burden to me- where is this coming from?â He asked still confused.
âIâm weak Neteyam..â
âY/n youâre not-â
You gulped and said it again, âI am weak. You shouldnât have to protect me, I should be able to defend myself like everyone else but I justâŚIâm not a fighter Neteyam.. itâs never been an issue but nowâŚâ you sniffled trying not to break down again. âI-I didnât want to bother you with this⌠you have way more important matters- I just- itâs getting worse and he isnât stopping I-â you were babbling out what you could, your mate trying to piece everything together but once he heard the word âheâ he froze.
The wheels started turning in Neteyams mind, he didnât know what he thought actually happened to you but the second he realized it was another person who hurt you a hot surge of anger coursed through him.
The grip on your face tightened but not painfully. âSomeone did this to you? His eyes motioned to your bruises, voice dangerously calm but brimming with unleashed rage. He kept calm for your sake.
You nodded looking away in shame. Well you tried but he brought your face back to his glowing eyes.
âTell meâ
You bit your lip nervously.
âTell me who dared to lay a hand on my mateâŚâ
You hesitated, âI⌠Iâm afraid it will damage war relationsâŚâ
Neteyam held back a snarl. So it was one of the other clans men then..
âTell meâ
You were about to protest again but Neteyams eyes made you pause. They held so much emotion. Love, anger, but most importantly in this moment they promised you safety.
With a deep breathe you closed your eyes then opened them again, ââŚTuâMeyâŚâ
Neteyam clenched his fist to keep himself from bursting just quite yet.
âListen carefully y/nâ you nodded.
âYou will tell me everything and leave nothing out do you understand?â His tone left no room for arguing.
So you listened and told him everything.
And when you finally finished, you were taken aback at the speed Neteyam removed his hand from you. In all of 3 seconds he had grabbed his knife and ax and stormed to the door.
âN-Neteyam!â
âStay here Mateâ before you could protest he was gone.
You slumped down in a heap. Oh great mother what would happen now?!
Part 2
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Love is Blind (Part 3)
Eddie Munson x PlusSize!F!Reader
Summary: In a last ditch effort to evade the normal disappointments of dating, a group of misfits desperate to have someone see who they are on the inside volunteer for the most recent brain chemistry study at Hawkins Lab.Â
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut in later parts (part 4), reader has low self-esteem and struggles with self love/acceptance, anxiety/trauma related to bullying, tooth rot worthy fluff, Eddie being a major flirt, cursing, mentions of substance use, descriptions of bullying & people being jerks but like also very overdone tropes, mentions of smut
A/N: Please let me know if you liked it!! Feel free to send me an ask if you want to fangirl with me over these two because I cannot stand them at this point. LOL Or if you want to share any ideas/predictions for upcoming parts with me or other ideas for future stories with Eddie, I would love to hear them. Also, if I forgot to include a warning that should be included, please let me know!
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âEddie.âÂ
âHey, Eddie.âÂ
âEarth to Eddie.â
âEDDIE.âÂ
âShit! Sorry,â he says, breaking out of his thoughts and coming back to reality. He stares at his notes in his DM folder and he literally has no idea where the campaign has left off. He clears his throat and awkwardly flips through the pages. âUmm..â
âWe just made it to the fishing town and we were tasked by a local merchant to kill a sea serpent thatâs poisoning the local fish in exchange for..â
âOh yeah,â he interjects, grabbing the correct script he needs to continue. âUh, did you roll..?â
âAre you kidding me, man! What the hell?â Gareth exclaims, exasperated. âWhatâs wrong with you today?âÂ
Eddieâs face turns pink, shaking his head and ignoring the question. He was not going to admit to being distracted. Heâs not embarrassed to talk to the guys about you, but he hasnât told anyone he signed up for the study. He didnât want to admit he was desperate or lonely, heâs too proud. He knows his friends donât care, but itâs a mental block he canât pass.Â
âNothing, Iâm good. Just let it go,â he says defensively.Â
âNo way. Fucking spill it,â Jeff laughs.Â
Eddie racks his mind for the most sane way to answer their questions. He sighs, pushing a mess of his curly hair out of his face.Â
âWho is she?â Gareth asks, raising an eyebrow.Â
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DAY FOUR
âIâm mad at you,â Eddie says, and you roll your eyes.Â
âWhat did I do now?â You ask, playful sarcasm evident in your voice.Â
âYouâre throwing me off my gameâ
âI donât even know what you mean by that.âÂ
âObviously because Iâm really cool and popular,â he jokes, âIâm a Dungeon Master as you know.âÂ
âYup, Iâm familiar,â you toy.Â
âMy friends called my ass out so many times last night for not paying attention and I kept fucking up.âÂ
âI donât appreciate you pinning this on me,â you chuckle. âI didnât do anything.â
âLies!â He says in a bravado. âYou are the distraction! You have managed to weasel your way into every aspect of mind- I hope youâre proud of yourself. Iâm probably going to be dethroned. My reign is over.â
You bite your bottom lip, to hold back the goofy smile you know is creeping over your whole face. Never before has anyone made you feel like this. The notebook to keep track of other âdatesâ is long forgotten. You only want to continue talking to Eddie. You wonder if any of the other people you spoke to felt a connection this strong. Youâre dying to know if there are other people who feel as good as you right now.Â
âWhat were you thinking about?â you ask shyly. You can hear the way it makes Eddie stop in his tracks. You assume he wears some sort of chain on his pants cause you can hear it when he paces, but suddenly, his end of the wall falls silent.
âHow honest do you want me to be?â he asks, suddenly sounding shy.Â
âWhat do you mean by that?â
âWell, I could go the cheesy, romantic, âI was thinking about youâ way- which is true. Or, I could be brutally honest because âI was thinking about youâ in this context has much more implications than that.âÂ
âYouâre confusing me,â you laugh, âjust tell me.â
âDo you ever fantasize about when we get out of here? In like, a you know-â
âLike sexually?â you ask, throwing him a bone. He was drowning.Â
âYeah,â he admits, and you can hear the chain on his pant leg as he fidgets.Â
âYes,â you answer honestly, âI do.â
âI think about it all the time,â he says, the confession spilling out, âThe fact that I canât touch you is driving me fucking insane. Itâs not even like just like the thought of getting to fuck you- itâs like being close to you and like feeling your body heat, or like the weight of you sitting on my lap, what it feels like to just touch your skin- just everything that weâre being denied. I donât even have a visual in my head to go off of itâs just like- I donât know, manâŚâ
You wince at the mention of sitting on his lap. âI donât know if youâd want me on your lap for a long time..,â you sound defeated.Â
âUm, donât speak for me,â he cuts you off, playfully. âAny man who doesnât want the full weight of his woman on his lap is a fucking idiot. Ugh, I donât even think you understand just how amazing it is. I donât care if you try to fight me on this, princess. Youâre sitting on me, and I will love every second of it.âÂ
âIâm not thin, Eddie,â you whisper, feeling defeated. You hear him blow a raspberry and then he knocks on the wall.Â
âI⌠donât⌠care,â he emphasizes by drawing out each word. âYou need to believe me. I couldnât care less about your weight, your height, your hair⌠whatever it is. I like you! And that means I like every part of you.â
His voice begins to raise, like he is yelling up, âIf these fuckers would realize weâre done already and let me out.â He then lowers his voice like heâs looking back to the wall. âI want you. The experiment fucking works, I wish I could show you what you do to me cause maybe then itâll finally stick. Iâm going out of my mind that I canât touch you and show you how much I want you, your body, everything. Do you need me to spell it out?âÂ
âWould you have still found me attractive if we met outside of this experiment?â you ask, âI bet you wouldnât have even looked my way if you saw me at a bar or something.â
âSweetheart,â he coaxes, âabsolutely. I know that I wouldâve been annoying the shit out of you for your number. Youâd have been the one to reject me, I guarantee it.âÂ
âI would have never,â you reply.Â
âSo if itâs possible for you to know that you wouldn't have rejected me without seeing me,â Eddie muses, âwhy canât you believe the same for me?â
âYou havenât asked me a single thing about my appearance,â he continues, âDo you care how much I weigh? Do you care if Iâm short?â
âNot at all. I havenât thought about it,â you admit.Â
âI havenât either. Now, please let me have my fantasy of you sitting on my lap please,â he whines, âI need something to get me through the day, Christ.â You laugh at his fake annoyance.Â
Youâre so happy at how heâs able to talk you down. It amazes you how heâs able to see through the insecurities and brings you back down to Earth.Â
âOkay, okay,â you say, settling back into the couch and getting comfortable. You rest your head back.Â
âI donât know, basically, weâre in the middle of the campaign- I literally spent weeks writing it,â he continues, âand I literally just canât stop thinking about how amazing it would be if you were there. Iâm just sitting there, thinking about what it would feel like to just have you sitting on my lap while weâre playing and then Iâm thinking about how I want to feel lean back on me and Iâd have my arm around your waist holding you, and maybe Iâd rub little circles on the side of your thigh and I thought about how soft you probably feel and then suddenly Iâm sporting the most embarrassing boner which thankfully no one saw- Fuck, this is what youâre doing to me.â
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âIs there any way to end the trial early?â Eddie asks, sitting in the interview room. Thereâs a man putting a pulse oximeter on his right index finger and another testing his blood pressure with a monitor on his left side.Â
Two other technicians sit across from Eddie, taking notes from Eddieâs answers on a clipboard. They have tested his levels of dopamine and norepinephrine. Theyâre taking extensive notes on Eddieâs physical reactions to you, and the same is done to all of the candidates- including you. They continue to ignore Eddieâs questions as they ramble on about his levels of oxytocin.Â
âIn order for us to gather all of the information necessary, this isnât possible,â one of them finally answers.Â
âBut Iâm telling you how I feel- Iâm telling you it works,â he insists.Â
âMr. Muson,â one says, closing a file folder that contains his charts. âThis is a study in brain chemistry. You agreed to participate for the designated number of days and in exchange youâd receive compensation. Your conversations between yourself and the other candidates is not our business, nor what you choose to do afterwards. Our job here is to collect data, not the details of your personal life.âÂ
âI canât believe this,â he scoffs, rolling his eyes. He pulls off the oximeter and grabs his jean jacket. He walks out, despite their protests, flipping them off as he goes. He couldnât care less about the lousy $200. As far as he was concerned, they poked and prodded the two of you enough.Â
Of course, he did show up the next day. Promptly with a big grin on his face, he walked in with a happy go-lucky attitude that the entire lab team was secretly sick of dealing with. These sudden outbursts and dramatic tirades were becoming a staple of Eddieâs interviews and they equally couldnât wait to be done with him.Â
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DAY FIVE
âAre these dice?â You ask with a chuckle, opening the small, black velvet bag thatâs been left for you on the table in the room. You empty the bag out into your hand and watch as the dice roll into your palm one at a time. Theyâre all red and shimmer as you move them around in your cupped hand.Â
âWell, I wanted you to have them,â you hear his voice explain from the other side of the wall. Youâre beaming as you carefully pour them back into the bag and tie it off.Â
âThis is so sweet, Eds,â you marvel. âI love them.âÂ
âI also brought my guitar and like in a non-douchebag way I was kind of hoping to play something for you,â he says, his guitar perched on his lap. âIâve just been working on this song and I wanted your opinion on it.âÂ
It's surprisingly soft sounding. You were expecting heavy guitar, something really metal based on what Eddie has told you about his music taste and his band. Itâs slower paced, like a dreamy, slow rock ballad.Â
You wished you could see him, observe how he looks when heâs concentrating or how his fingers look strumming against the cords. You just know he has the most beautiful hands. You imagine his fingers and try to visualize them flexing as he strums. Youâre so distracted by it that you almost miss him singing a verse.Â
âItâs not done yet,â he prefaces, still strumming. âIâm still working on the lyrics so donât think too much about them, just like the meaning and the melody you know?âÂ
âYeah totally,â you hum in agreement. âI think it sounds great.â He smiles at the praise.Â
***
Before
You anxiously sit by the front window, peeking out between the blinds occasionally. You smooth out the skirt of the new dress your mom bought you, and you make sure your hair is still how you requested. Your mom let you wear makeup and you picked eyeshadow that matches your dress and you feel like a million bucks. Itâs your ninth grade formal, and the star of the JV basketball team asked you to be his date.Â
The minutes tick by and the time changes from reasonably late to stood up. You still hold out hope, and reject your parents' offers to just drive you to the dance. Itâs been 45 minutes now, and you still hoped heâd be there. It was long past an hour that you admitted that he wasnât coming.Â
The following Monday you learned the whole thing was a prank, and he never wanted to ask you to the dance. Itâs in the school paper that heâs at the dance, dancing cheek to cheek with one of the cheerleaders, who you canât help but compare yourself to.Â
***
Eddie is sitting at the middle school cafeteria table alone. Heâs about a hundred pages into the Hobbit and the crusts of his peanut butter sandwich are forgotten about on the crinkly brown paper bag Uncle Wayne packed his lunch in. Heâs long forgotten heâs sitting alone, far too engrossed in the story to care, when suddenly his head is yanked back by someone tugging on his t-shirt.Â
âWhatâs up, Freak?â the voice asks before shoving Eddie back towards the table. He catches himself on the edge before his head comes in contact with the surface. He winces as anger boils up inside him. The three jocks laugh amongst themselves until a familiar voice shoos them away.Â
âSorry about them,â she says apologetically as Eddie looks to see her. Chrissy. He notices how she glances from him to the cafeteria table where the cheerleaders sit, and Eddie knows she doesnât want to be seen with him for too long.Â
âYou can go, Iâm fine,â Eddie says, forcing a laugh to make her feel better. âBut, uh, I wanted to ask you-âÂ
âOkay, thanks,â she says, cutting him off and practically skipping to sit next to the prick who shoved him. Eddie recoils as the jockâs arm wraps around her. Eddie rolls his eyes and gets up to have lunch outside. Along with the remains of his lunch, he shoves the necklace he meant to give her in the bin. Heâd stayed up past his bedtime, Wayne showing him how to drill a small hole into the top of one of his guitar picks to put a metal jewelry loop through so it could be put on a silver chain.Â
***
Youâre sitting at the table in the dimly lit restaurant and sipping on your cocktail when you see him walk in. He matches the description your friend gave you, and you feel yourself smile at how cute he is- definitely living up to the hype. Your friend spent weeks convincing you to go out on this date- one of her boyfriendâs best friends. Theyâre in the same fraternity.Â
You can see as he walks into the dining room, heâs looking around trying to find his date. You offer a smile when he makes eye contact, and you offer a small wave.Â
âJames?â You ask, âyouâre exactly like how Donna described you.â He offers a polite closed lipped smile, and a nod, taking a seat across from you without saying anything.Â
As the date continues, you notice youâre doing a lot of the talking. You ask him questions and youâre met with a lot of one word answers. He looks detached, checking his watch and his attention seems to be wandering throughout the restaurant at anything but you. By the time your entrees arrive, he yawns.Â
âIâm sorry, did I do something or say something?â you ask, hesitantly.
âNo, no youâre good,â he says, straightening his posture like it would correct the behavior heâs been exhibiting.Â
He pays for dinner, and you ask if heâd like to do this again sometime (just to be polite, you knew it was going nowhere). He sucks in air from between his teeth, and lets out an exhale.Â
âYouâre a nice person,â he says, putting his hands in his pockets as he waits for the valet to bring his car. âIâm sorry, but you arenât really my type. Tom didnât tell me anything about you really. I just felt like we didnât click.â You notice the way his eyes scan your body, the unspoken awkwardness of you knowing what he isnât saying. You nod, and say strained goodbyes as he gets in his car. You wished you were more surprised.Â
***
Eddie is met with dirty looks when he approaches a girl at the bar. He feels her eyes on his tattoos and on his clothes, judging him. He sees her friend, who's also looking at him, lean in and whisper something and they both laugh. He knows the joke is on him, yet again.Â
He opts to hang where he is, leaning against one of the high top tables, when he watches another guy approach her. Heâs muscular, of course he is, and Eddie looks down at his own torso in comparison as this guyâs abs strain his shirt. Eddie scoffs, but now feels incredibly insecure at how his own shirt hangs loosely on his figure.Â
***
DAY SIX
âAre you still worried about tomorrow?â Eddie asks, playing haphazardly with his rings as he sits with his forearms rested on his thighs.Â
âA little,â you admit sheepishly. âAre you?âÂ
âMore excited than nervous,â he replies honestly. âThis whole thing has been fucking wild,â he chuckles, shaking his head.Â
âInsane,â you agree, laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.Â
âI just wanted to ask, no pressure,â Eddie says, clearing his throat, âUh the other day, when we talked about, you know- whatâs gonna happen when we see each otherâŚâ
âYes?â
âYou said to not hold back, I donât remember exactly what it was but along the lines of âI donât want you to hold back. Just whatever feels right to you in that moment, do it. Kiss me, touch me, Iâm down for everything.â Or something. I just want to make sureâŚâ
âYou donât remember exactly, huh?â you tease.Â
âIs that still what you want?â he asks earnestly.Â
âWithout a doubt,â you smile.
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Love is Blind Part 2
Eddie Munson x PlusSize!F!Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut in later parts, reader has low self-esteem and struggles with self love/acceptance, anxiety/trauma related to bullying, tooth rot worthy fluff, Eddie being a major flirt, cursing, mentions of substance use
Summary: In a last ditch effort to evade the normal disappointments of dating, a group of misfits desperate to have someone see who they are on the inside volunteer for the most recent brain chemistry study at Hawkins Lab.Â
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Day Three:
Eddie is sitting on the couch upside down, his legs hanging over the backrest and his head dangling over the seat. He stares up at the makeshift ceiling above as he pretends to play the drums on his stomach. The overhead light is starting to make his eyes slightly water but heâs too comfortable to move.
Youâve told him your name and heâs been almost obnoxious with how much heâs using it in your conversation. Heâs using any excuse to work it into the front or back of a lot of his sentences. It doesnât bother you like you thought it would, and you actually love hearing him call you by your name. It helps create a sense of intimacy where you both obviously canât have it. It makes you feel more real to him, makes you feel closer to him, reminding him that if he sticks this out he could actually see you, maybe even touch youâŚ
âDo you worry about whatâs going to happen when this thing ends?â you ask.
âIâm looking forward to it,â he replies, moving so he is sitting upright. You sound concerned, your voice sounding smaller. âI donât want to talk through a wall anymore, I want to talk like actually in person- not like some lab rats.â
âDo you think about what I look like?â you ask cautiously, and Eddie shakes his head as he stands up to walk directly up against the wall.Â
âOf course, Iâd love to see you,â Eddie explains, âI havenât actually thought so much about what you look like, I just want to see you. You know? Weâve talked for what- uh, 7 or 8 hours at this point? Which honestly- insanely small amount of time to get to know someone. But like think about it- average date is what? 2 hours, sometimes less. Weâve been on like 4 ânormal lengthâ dates in 3 days. And usually you know you like someone by then at least. And I know I like you, and I love talking to you- without seeing me you have made me feel seen. God, that was so fucking cheesy.âÂ
You feel the corners of your ears well with tears- a little overwhelmed from the affirmations and attention you are not used to receiving. You realize that you never once doubted youâd not like how Eddie looks, nor do you even care either. You donât understand why your brain wonât let you accept the same could be true for the way Eddie thinks about you.Â
âI feel the same way about you,â you respond, and Eddie pumps his fist in victory. âIâve had so much Iâve needed to work through. I mean, still working through. I have a lot of trouble accepting the fact that someone could actually like me as I am right now. Iâve always had the thoughts of well, I need to change myself and once Iâm more like this, then Iâll be attractive or whatever. But, when Iâm here, talking with you, Iâm not worried about it anymore. But Iâm still worried about what it's going to look like when this whole ordeal is over and you actually see me, and I canât hide behind the wall anymore. But here, when weâre talking, I feel like I can be completely myself with you and Iâm scared of losing that. Cause I also really like you.âÂ
âI can promise you there is nothing about you that would make me not interested,â he reaffirms. âI mean, I already know that youâre pretty- inside and out so it isnât going to change anything. Except⌠Iâm hoping youâd let me kiss you if you arenât completely repulsed by me that is. Ugh, Iâm sorry. I sound like a pathetic 14 year old boy. But, you know what I mean. Fuck, this is torturous.â
Eddie beams when he hears your little laugh from the other side of the wall again. He wants to know if thereâs anyway he can get out of the experiment early. He needs to touch you, pull you into him. He wants to hug you, and have you here sitting next to him- flush up against his side. Heâs craving the small pieces of physical intimacy that would just satisfy this restlessness heâs feeling throughout his whole body. Itâs like heâs experiencing withdrawals but for something heâs never even been allowed to taste. He wants to shower you with affection the second you let him.Â
âSo, what are you hoping for at the end of this?â You ask, snapping yourself out of your daze. In the little notebook they provided to everyone, youâve caught yourself writing Eddie in different styles with little hearts. You snap the book closed, like you're worried heâs gonna see it or something. You roll your eyes at yourself, leaning back on the couch and putting one of the pillows up to your face, embarrassed. Youâre so past the point of no return.Â
He takes a deep breath, contemplating his answer. Wanting to be honest, but not so honest that he scares you away by moving too fast. Case closed: he just wants to get your number and ask you on real dates. Thereâs also wildly inappropriate things swirling around in his head, as he reminds himself of what he did last night. But, heâs not ready to admit that fantasy to you just yet.Â
âIt depends on how youâll feel most comfortable,â he settled on. âBut Iâd love to take you on an actual date. Like a real one, not this weird shit anymore. We can sit and talk face to face, so I can stare at you and you can yell at me to cut it out. I want to make you feel special and attractive because you are and you deserve to be entirely spoiled and pampered. However that looks for you, Iâm down. I just want to be near you. Iâll go at your pace.â
You were never the type to make the first move, ever. Which is also why youâre here in the first place. You have never had the courage to vocalize any sort of desire to a man like you have with Eddie. Itâs been really thrilling, the way heâs been able to help you open up. You feel like you can share your thoughts on what you want physically and he wonât judge you or shame you. You decide to be blunt.Â
âIf itâs actually true, that youâre physically attracted to me when you see me for the first time,â you say, unable to control the way your whole body gets covered in goosebumps at the thought. âI donât want you to hold back. Just whatever feels right to you in that moment, do it. Kiss me, touch me, Iâm down for everything.â
âEverything?âÂ
âI want everything.âÂ
âShit, sweetheart, you canât just say that,â Eddie responds, sounding almost pained. He chuckles, âyouâre a tease, you know that?âÂ
âIâm just being honest,â you respond, and Eddie can hear how youâre being coy. He loves it, heâs happy to hear you coming out of your shell. Heâs excited to finally hear about this side of you. Youâre slowly but surely peeling back your layers for him.Â
âI want you to be more honest,â he flirts. âBut Christ, itâs going to be a long week.âÂ
There were four more days to go before the big reveal. If any of the participants felt they had a connection to another- or fell in love, theyâd submit their picks to the technicians and then the technicians would set-up the next phase of the experiment. Unfortunately, if this does happen, the first time you actually get to see Eddie, itâll still be under surveillance, most likely monitoring heart rate and whatever else theyâre looking for. It will feel clinical, which is so not ideal, but once itâs over- you and Eddie could walk out together and do whatever, go wherever. If he still is interested.
âSo, um, what type of girls do you usually go for?â you ask, a slight twinge of insecurity working its way back to the front of your mind.Â
âUm,â Eddie replies, letting out an exhale, âAlive.â He smiles when he hears a laugh from the other side of the wall.Â
âNo seriously,â you urge. âIâm curious.â
âI mean- I really donât have a type,â he states honestly. âIâd like it if she's nice to me, but thatâs not even a deal breaker,â he jokes.Â
âYou like girls being a little mean to you?â You flirt, raising an eyebrow playfully.
âI donât think Iâd hate it,â he grins. âUm, but seriously? I guess I want someone who likes some of the same stuff as me- or at least will put up with me talking about it. I want someone who I feel comfortable around and Iâm not afraid to be myself.â
âWhat about like- appearance wise?â you ask tentatively.
âThis feels like a question we shouldnât be asking,â he taunts. You feel your face get hot. âI feel like if I tell you the truth you wonât believe me,â he answers.Â
âWhyâs that?â you ask, confused.Â
âIt feels like you're expecting me to say skinny, blonde and leggy or something, and if I say anything else youâre going to just think Iâm lying,â he muses. Your eyes widen at how well heâs able to read you, and itâs mildly infuriating.Â
âI think someone or maybe the world or whatever,â he continues, âhas convinced you that you arenât attractive and I really, truly think that isnât the case at all. And baiting me to try to confirm that isnât going to work because I can tell itâs a defense mechanism cause youâre afraid.âÂ
âWell darling,â he smirks, stepping as close as possible to the wall so you hear him clearly, âIâm not gonna let you get away with it. Because, talking to you is convincing me with each passing hour that Iâm cooped up in this damn box that this experiment might actually work. I have not been able to think about anything else but getting back to talk to you when Iâm not here. Youâre desirable, I want you and youâre just gonna have to wrap your pretty little head around that.âÂ
Buzz
PART THREE
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Love is Blind (Part 1)
Eddie Munson x PlusSize!F!Reader
Summary: In a last ditch effort to evade the normal disappointments of dating, a group of misfits desperate to have someone see who they are on the inside volunteer for the most recent brain chemistry study at Hawkins Lab.Â
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Reader has low self-esteem and struggles with self love/acceptance, anxiety/trauma related to bullying, tooth rot worthy fluff, Eddie being a major flirt, cursing, mentions of substance use, brief descriptions of masturbation, smut in later partsÂ
A/N: I got this idea from watching the newest season of Love is Blind and getting genuinely annoyed that the show still doesnât have a more size inclusive dating pool. I feel like the show could be so much more. There are many subjects the show could be featuring that it just doesnât. Anyways, this is incredibly self-indulgent, Eddie Munson loves plus size women and I refuse to accept otherwise. Enjoy!
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Day One:Â
Eddieâs palms are sweaty, and he nervously wipes his hands on his jeans repeatedly. He bounces his leg, twisting the rings on his fingers. Fuck, what the hell is he even doing here? Heâs sitting on a couch, facing a blank wall, and heâs absolutely scared shitless that heâs finally doing this. Hell, if it bombs, he gets some cash for participating. Whatever, itâs not like he actually believes in this shit.Â
Heâs up and pacing the room when he finally hears a door on the other side of the wall open and close. He literally jumps over from the back of the couch to get back in his seat. He can hear the faint patter of someone walking. Then it stops, he assumes the person on the other side has taken a seat.
âThis is so weird,â the voice from the other side of the wall says, and Eddie feels immediately at ease. He chuckles, shaking his head, standing up to walk the pent up energy out.Â
âBatshit,â Eddie exclaims in agreement. âI donât know what Iâm even doing here.â
âIâm here for the $200,â the voice jokes. âBut thatâs just me.â
Heâs instantly relaxed, and suddenly, it doesnât feel like heâs sitting alone in a drafty room on a lumpy couch. Heâs intrigued, and ready to play the game. At least, heâs open to this first conversation. He feels a little better knowing that heâs not alone. He sits down finally, rubbing his hands still.Â
âIâm here,â he begins, allowing himself to be a little vulnerable, âbecause I am sick of the way people look at me.â
âFuck, amen to that,â the voice responds with a clap, and the reaction makes Eddie grin from ear to ear. âGuys are so shallow, no offense.â He laughs.
âIâm not usually this outgoing,â the voice shares, sounding a little more reserved, âThereâs something about you not looking at me that's making me a little more brave.â Eddie thinks this girl sounds so incredibly sweet. Heâs never been attracted to someoneâs voice, but heâs feeling himself being pulled in. Itâs gentle, and kind and not deserving of whatever the world did to you to lead you here.Â
âWell, Iâm used to being the spectacle,â Eddie sighs, leaning back into the couch, slumping down. âI canât help it,â he exhales, âI mean, people think the worst of me no matter what I do, so like, fuck it. Iâm gonna have fun with it.âÂ
âIs that all of it?â the voice asks, knowingly. Eddie scoffs at the perception. Is he that obvious?
âNo,â he cringes, and he hears a giggle from the other side of the wall. It helps him feel more comfortable. âUm honestly,â he continues, a little shy, âPart of me keeps the act up cause if people are watching me, Iâm not alone. Iâd rather be the laughing stock than have no one acknowledge me at all.âÂ
âIâm the opposite,â the voice shares, âIâd so much rather be out of sight out of mind.âÂ
âDoesnât that get lonely?â he asks softly.Â
âIn my experience,â the voice continues, âit has always felt like people keep me around so they feel better about themselves. I know thatâs not true- I know my friends love me. I just- being by myself is my comfort zone. I donât need to worry about how Iâm like being perceived. Or if, like, I'm being judged.âÂ
Eddie nods understandingly, until he remembers you canât see him.Â
âI get it,â he says, trying to be comforting. âI, uh, yeah.. People donât like⌠they donât like understand what it feels like when you just feel simultaneously so small and like you take up too much space- and how theyâre the ones that make you feel that way.âÂ
âWow- Iâve never heard it put into words so well before. Thatâs just been my life, you know?â
âWeâre really getting deep huh?â he jokes, chest swelling with pride when he hears the laugh.Â
âI really like your voice,â the voice admits, and Eddie feels his face heat and heâs sure his face is flushed red from the compliment. His ego has been very much stroked at this point, and he takes the opportunity to fully embrace this whole flirting thing. If he can at least leave this experiment making someone feel good, then he wonât consider this a waste of time.Â
âWell, I really like your voice,â he quips. âActually, uh- Iâve been sitting over here, on a really shitty couch. And I was asking myself what the hell was I doing here? I am probably the worst person for this experiment- I donât think I could take this seriously. Then, I heard your voice- and I instantly felt attracted to you- if you can believe it. Now, Iâm over here, your voice bringing out thing I would never fucking say out loud. Iâm pacing around, youâve made a mess of me.âÂ
It feels like only a short period of time goes by, but in actuality, Eddie and his mystery date get wrapped up in talking for over three hours. He talks to her about music, his favorite books, his Uncle Wayne⌠sharing more about himself to a total stranger than heâd ever volunteer to even his close friends. You swap childhood stories, commiserate over bullies, and before he knows it, he thinks you might know him better than anyone.Â
A timer buzzes and itâs time for Eddie to move on to his next first âdate.â As the door opens and one of the technicians is ready to escort him to the next room. He desperately stares at the wall before he moves, hoping to hear the voice one more time.Â
âPlease, if youâre still there,â he says standing up, âI want to talk with you again tomorrow.â He knocks on the wall, rings tapping. He receives a knock back, and he grins devilishly,Â
âItâs a date.âÂ
The technician taps his shoulder and he nods, letting them lead him out to the next room. He wraps an arm around the mousy guy as he jots down something on his clipboard. âI have a date tomorrow,â Eddie beams, looking back at the blank wall like heâs looking back to get another glance at you.Â
Day Two:
You still tug anxiously at your shirt, making sure itâs not clinging to your belly. Even though none of your dates can see you, you canât shake the self conscious feeling. Yesterday was draining, all of the dates you had fell so short after that first one. Nothing came as easy to you as that first one, and youâre hoping youâll get to talk to him soon.Â
You take a sip of your water, and opt to move from the couch to the floor. You sit criss-crossed and stare at the wall in front of you. You really focus on your breathing and try to let yourself open up. Youâre here because youâre hoping to find someone who likes you for you- but no matter what, youâre still incredibly anxious thinking about the big reveal. No matter how well the conversations go, you worry it will be null and void once they see youâre plus size.Â
âPlease, please, please for the love of God that this is finally you?â you hear a familiar voice whine, and you canât contain your smile. âPretty girl, câmon talk to me.â
âYou donât know what I look like,â you scoff, but still, you feel yourself still melting like putty.Â
âFuck, finally,â mystery boy sighs, and you hear him collapse on the couch. You can only assume his set-up is the same as yours. âBaby, I have been dying to hear your voice again.â
âThis experiment not working out for you?â you ask, sympathetically. You find it hard to believe heâs not chatting up everyone else and hitting on them the same way he does with you. Itâs the only explanation. You canât let yourself believe he genuinely feels differently towards you.Â
âNo this sucks,â he says, and then you hear him blow a raspberry. You canât help it but laugh in agreement. âI just want to talk to you.â He sounds so vulnerable, and you actually find yourself believing him.Â
âAgain,â you retort, rolling your eyes, âYou donât really know anything about me.âÂ
âI want to,â he sounds so sincere, and it makes your heart swell. âYou are the least boring person here.âÂ
âIâm touched,â you reply sarcastically, and you feel good hearing that you made him laugh.Â
âI wish I could take you out,â he says and he sounds closer, like heâs sitting up against the wall. âIâve got like no fucking money,â he laughs.Â
âI hate going out,â you reassure him, âI want to just hangout with you.â
âNo, no, no,â he says dramatically, âNo safe zone. You deserve to go out and be shown off. I am not gonna lock you away from the world, Iâm gonna show you off.â
âAnd how are you gonna do that?â You quip, letting yourself slip into a little bit of a fantasy. You let yourself feel wanted and feel desirable even if itâs contained to this room.Â
âWell, not to be like that guy,â heâs suddenly sounding a little shy and you find it very endearing. âBut like, Iâd want to bring you to one of my bandâs shows. Like- donât get me wrong, we play at like really shitty bars that take way too long to drive to. And we donât even make back the money the gas costs to get there, but like, I really like it and um, thatâs uh when I feel Iâm at my best, and Iâd want you to see that side of me.âÂ
âSo what does bringing girls to a show look like for you?â you ask nervously, feeling a little twinge of jealousy that he may have done this before with someone else.Â
âSweetheart,â he chuckles, âif I was capable of getting girls out in the wild do you think I wouldâve signed up for this?â You laugh a little. âTrust me,â he further explains, âThis is not something I never imagined I could do before talking to you.â
âOkay, okay, I take it back,â you reply, and you're sure he can hear your smile through the wall. âLet me rephrase,â you say, taking a deep breath, âWhat does bringing me to a show look like?â
âWell,â he exhales, âIâd pick you up, in my really nice and not sketchy at all van that doesnât make any questionable noises. I usually drive the guys too but honestly, fuck them, I want us to have time together. I donât mind telling them to pound sand. And donât feel bad for them, theyâre also kind of assholes.âÂ
You canât help but giggle, noticing he tends to have that effect on you. He makes you nervous in a really good way, and you try hard to fight it, but you worry that itâs no use. As much as you find yourself really enjoying mystery boyâs company, you canât help but let that fear creep in that all of this will go away if he ever sees you.Â
âBut anyways,â he continues, âIâll admit it, Iâm a little bit of a show off. And I know if you were there watching me, Iâd just like be putting my all into it. I would really try hard to impress you. Iâd also want the pricks there to know youâre with me so no one bothers you, so as much as I know youâd hate it, I would point you out and tell the whole place youâre there with me.âÂ
Your face is so warm, and you canât hold back the cheesy smile that has expanded across your whole face. You canât believe a guy would be genuinely that proud to have you there with him. You really do think that heâs being genuine, and it makes your heart soar.Â
âIâm really surprised you donât have girls fawning over you, rockstar,â you smile, wanting to make him feel special too. Even if this crashes and burns, you can tell heâs a sweet guy. You can see that maybe heâll let you down gently. You donât know why your insecurities hold you down this much. You, more than anyone, get in the way of your own happiness. Youâre determined to not let it affect you this deeply. You resolve to let yourself see how this goes, and to throw yourself into it- willing to get hurt.Â
âTrust me,â he scoffs, âI am not what youâre thinking I am. Iâm not like that guy, Iâm more awkward than anything. I think girls are more interested in the football star guys, the future suits, you know? Guys with a haircut and go to college- They donât want to waste their time with a going nowhere punk.âÂ
âI really donât think thatâs true,â you speculate, âThereâs no one with a poster of Jack Welch on their wall- but every girl I know has a picture of Eddie VanHalen.âÂ
âIs there like a peephole in here or something?â He says jokingly, knocking on the wall, like heâs looking for one. âOr are you just a psychic or something?âÂ
âWhat are you even talking about?â You chuckle, raising an eyebrow, confused. You shake your head, but before you canât get clarification, the buzzer sounds, marking the end of your time with him for today.Â
âNOOO,â you hear him dramatically exhale. A muffled voice, your assuming is one of the lab techs must be exhausted.Â
You press your hand to the wall, as your form of an intimate goodbye as the technician holds the door open for you. You get up from your spot and head out, excited to come back tomorrow for another round of dates.Â
Leaving Hawkins Lab, each test subject needs to stagger there exits as to not risk accidentally seeing the other candidates. You are in a small waiting room, doing your daily exit interview with one of the neuroscientists.Â
***Â
Under the agreement you signed when you volunteered for the experiment, you are not permitted to go to any locations where people socialize and congregate. Youâre not permitted to go anywhere where you may accidentally see or meet one of the other subjects. You are required to only go out on necessary errands such as grocery shopping or appointments.Â
On the drive back to your apartment, your mind keeps overplaying the worst case scenarios your anxiety keeps conjuring. You know the whole point of the experiment is to see if love, or whatever trumps physical attraction. If hypothetically, someone does fall in love with you- your appearance shouldnât be a factor. However, itâs not wrong for you to want your partner to be attracted to you. And you acknowledge physical attraction is a thing and if you arenât someoneâs type that isnât bad either. Your past experiences and unresolved childhood traumas surrounding your appearance and self-esteem, makes it difficult to allow yourself to see that you are actually desirable.Â
Although unknown to you, a lot of people in this experiment feel the exact same way. Not fitting into the box society wants to slot them in has made dating incredibly difficult for many. Thereâs a comfort knowing everyone there supposedly wants the same thing as you, just to be loved. You werenât sure going in that you would even make connections with anyone. At first, it felt like low stakes- worst case scenario you walk away no better off than before. But, you didnât anticipate actually hitting it off with someone like you have, and itâs opened a whole new set of fears.Â
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At his trailer, Eddie just stares up at the vent in the ceiling above his bed. He blows out another puff of smoke and watches as it swirls and wafts up into the air around him. His thoughts are consumed entirely with you. He watches how the smoke from his blunt mixes with the smoke of his burning incense and his mind drifts, just completely fixated on how the minutes on the clock tick by until he can talk to you again.Â
He wonders if youâre thinking about him, the same way heâs thinking about you. He wonders if youâre trying to picture what he looks like the same way heâs making guesses about you. He thinks about if you smoke, and he imagines what itâd be like if he was sharing this with you. Thinking about what it would look like, your lips around the joint, blowing out smoke from what he imagines is just a sexy mouth. He canât help but close his eyes and let a little frustrated groan escape at the thought.Â
He canât picture the entirety of you, but more so he can imagine just your presence in his room. He imagines the feeling of someone laying beside him, smooth skin he can run his hands across, the warmth radiating off of another body in his bed. He has your voice in his head, wishing you were talking to him now.Â
With his eyes closed, joint put aside on his ashtray, he imagines itâs your hands tugging down his jeans, and itâs your hand wrapping around his hard cock thatâs staining the band of his boxers now. He thinks about your laugh, and that adorable giggle of yours, and how much he can bask in the fact that itâs him who elicits those reactions from you. He thinks about the sweet voice, the flirty fluctuations of your tone when you warmed up to him. He imagines you using that same voice to tease him if you were here, seeing just how much of a mess youâve made of him.Â
Heâs never been able to get off without some kind of visual aid, so to speak, before. Now, heâs practically whimpering just thinking about the sound of your voice and thinking about your hands on him. He thinks about the feeling of your hands working his length up and down. He imagines how playful it would be, rolling around on this bed with you as the layers you're both wearing come off. He doesnât even need to try to think about what you look like to feel aroused by you. He doesnât even care in the slightest at this moment.Â
Heâs so needy, twitching as he feels himself get closer, and he thinks about what you would be whispering in his ear to get him to finish. He imagines the praise, and the way you would be begging for his cum. He realizes he doesnât even know your name, as heâs hit with the urge to call it out.Â
âFuck, pretty girl,â he moans instead, working himself up to his release. He keeps moaning out his little nickname for you until heâs made a mess of his shirt and heâs gasping to catch his breath as his orgasm extracted all the energy from his body.Â
Tomorrow, he resolves, he needs to learn your name.Â
PART TWO
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Hello!!
Love your writing!!
I seen your post for prompts..
If possibly can you do Eddie x slightly thicker best friend...
Maybe sees her upset with her body or something
The numbers that popped into my mind thinking of this was any of the following ahaha
10,18,44, 47-50 đ
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Thanks so much, lovely! I love this request!
cw: MDNI 18+ smut (p in v), mention of fatphobia
You stood in the dressing room of a store that you didnât want to go into wearing a dress that no one was ever going to see you in. It was short and black and clung to your body in a way that didnât feel right. You were so used to covering up your body in baggy clothing that it felt weird seeing every curve. You were always covering it up so you couldnât even remember what it had looked like.
You had always hated shopping, never being able to find anything in your size and even if you had, it was always somehow too small. It always ended with you crying while you looked at your body in the mirror so you just ended up buying your clothes online to avoid the embarrassment.
Eddie had chosen the tiny number for you, assuring you that you would look hot, but also made sure that you knew that you didnât have to if you were uncomfortable. You tried to hype yourself up, but all you could hear was the comments that your mother always made.
Is that really what youâre wearing?
You could stand to lose a few pounds.
Are you sure you want to eat that?
People had always made fun of your weight and as much you didnât want to believe them, how could you not have? It seemed like no matter what you did to feel good in your skin, you couldnât seem to shake all of the fatphobia you had experienced.
Eddie had been the only one who had made you feel even slightly better about yourself. He always made sure you felt good, whether it was telling you how nice you looked in your clothes, especially when you were wearing something that clung to your body or giving one of your thighs a loving squeeze when you would sit next to him.
He knew that his assuring words and gentle touches werenât a cure since the wounds were so deep, but he had hoped you knew that he was telling the truth. If anything, your body was just more that he could love. If ever got the balls to make a move.
There was a knock on the door and you panicked, knowing that Eddie was on the other side. You grabbed your jacket from the hook and were quick to throw it on, zipping it up so the dress was completely covered.
âWho is it?â You asked, feeling your heart hammering in your chest.
âItâs Eddie. Can I come in?â You opened the door and he slipped inside, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his eyes moved to your jacket.
âYou okay?â He asked, just knowing that something was up with you. He was always able to read you like a book.
âIâm good,â you nodded, crossing your arms over your chest so you could hide your body even more. âItâs just tight.â
âOh, do you need to size up?â For once, that hadnât been your problem. The dress had fit like a glove but you just didnât have the confidence to wear it. It would end up back on the rack with all the other clothes you couldnât get yourself to wear.
âItâs not that, itâs tight. You can see the outline of my body. I mean, it leaves nothing up to the imagination.â
âWell now I have to see it.â You slowly unzipped the jacket and shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. Eddieâs jaw dropped as his eyes scanned over your body.
He thought you looked fucking hot and couldnât help but imagine what it would have been like to press his lips to yours while the dress fell to the floor. He had been fantasizing about kissing you for so long.
âYou look fucking amazing.â His eyes were filled with something that you couldnât quite make out and were unsure of what it meant.
âI do?â Your eyebrows furrowed and Eddie just kept staring at the dress, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes darkening.
âAbsolutely,â he nodded enthusiastically. âYou have to get it.â You wanted to, but you were unsure if you could actually go through with it.
âYou mean it?â You gave him a small smile and he just nodded again.
âYou know Iâd never lie to you, sweetheart.â That much was true. Eddie would have never lied to you and you knew that. He was always honest even if the words werenât what you wanted to hear.
âIâm just afraid of what people will think.â His eyebrows knit together at that. It hurt him hearing that coming from you. He had been trying to work with you on your confidence and you were slowly making progress.
âThe only thing that matters is what you think,â he rested his hands on your shoulders. âIf you donât like it, you donât have to get it.â The more you thought about his words, the more you wanted to make the purchase. You liked the way he was looking at you when you wore it.
âSo you really think I look good?â He really did. So much so that he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to press his lips to your neck, hearing pretty moans escape your mouth.
âI mean, fucking hot would be my preferred choice of words.â His eyes got even more dark, filled with lust. He was trying to not think about how hard he was.
âEddie-â You were caught off guard by how forward he was being. If he had it his way, he would have had his way with you right then and there, but he didnât exactly think that a dressing room was a place to do it.
âIf you donât buy it,â he stepped forward, resting his hands on your hips. âI will.â He reached up and hooked his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. His lips brushed yours briefly before he pulled away.
âWhy?â You could hardly get the words out, your brain short circuiting from the different kind of attention you were getting from him. And you were eating it up. You wanted more.
âBecause as much as Iâd like to see you in it,â he paused, leaning over so his lips were right by your ear. âIâd love even more to see you out of it.â Your face went hot at his words. You had never had anyone say those kinds of things to you, let alone even wanted to actually have sex with you.
As soon as the words left his mouth, you shooed him out of the dressing room and he reluctantly went. You changed back into the outfit you had come in. You then draped the dress over your arm and exited the dressing room, making your way to the counter.
You purchased the dress and you and Eddie exited the store, heading to his van. He opened the passenger door for you, helping you up into the seat before closing the door and heading to the driverâs side.
He started up the van and cranked up the metal tape that he had put in before picking you up. He was driving faster than normal, almost flooring it as he drove and you were just grateful that you had been on an empty backroad as opposed to the busy highway.
You both soon pulled up to his trailer, the two of you sat in silence and you noticed that he wasnât making any move to exit the van. You turned to each other at the same time. You looked at him in confusion as to why he wasnât moving and he looked at you with lust filled eyes again.
He leaned closer to you, your faces only centimeters apart. You looked up at him from underneath your eyelashes and he gave you a smile in return. He reached up and moved some hair away from your face before resting his hand on your cheek.
âCan I try something?â He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You bit down on your lip and nodded, knowing exactly what he was getting at.
âYes,â you responded and he grinned, his smile reaching his warm brown eyes.
He leaned forward slowly, gently capturing your top lip between his two. Your lips moved together as one as your hands moved to his arms and his free hand rested on your thigh, the space where it usually made a home.
He pulled away before you were ready and smiled at you, resting his forehead against yours. The pad of his thumb rubbed gently along your cheek as your eyes stared into his warm brown ones.
âEddie, Iâm not wearing the dress anymore,â you told him, turning away to stare at the dashboard. He hooked his finger under your chin once more, making you look at him.
âSweetheart, this has nothing to do with the dress.â He licked his lips. âCanât you see how badly I want you?â His eyes bored into yours and even though you knew there was truth to his words, you couldnât quite believe him.
âYou want me?â Your eyes widened at that. You looked up at him, tears welling up in your eyes and he could have sworn he heard his heart break at your reaction to his confession.
âHoney, Iâve wanted you since the day I met you.â You had no idea. All the signs were there and you had no fucking clue. He had been so obvious and you had only just now connected the dots.
âYou have?â You honestly werenât sure how to react. No one had ever wanted you, or at least, they hadnât been so up front about it like Eddie had.
And you wanted him too. He was your best friend and you couldnât have imagined being with anyone else. He was the one who was always there for you. He had been there for you every step of the way. He had loved you for exactly who you were and you loved him the exact same way.
âI have,â he nodded, his hand moving into your hair. âSo badly.â The words came out almost like a whimper.
âI want you too,â you responded, your words running together. He pressed his lips to yours once more, this one more desperate than the first one. His hand wound its way further into your hair, pressing into your scalp. Your hands grasped at his shirt, balling it in your fists as your tongue swiped along his bottom lip.
âA bit eager, are we?â He asked with a chuckle.
âShut up,â you commanded before diving back in. Your tongue moved back to his lip and he opened up, letting you in. Your tongues swirled together, his hand trailing up your skirt. His other one grabbed a fistful of your hair, giving it a yank and you let out a whimper at the feeling.
âWanna make that sound again, sweetheart?â He asked, needing to hear it one more time.
âMore,â was all you were able to respond and he gave your hair another yank, a little harder this time. A full on moan escaped from your lips and he was desperate to hear more from you. He needed to hear you scream for him.
He pulled away from you, looking into your eyes. He could see that you wanted more, but he felt the need to ask before he continued. He wanted to make absolutely sure that you wanted it as much as he did. That he had your full permission.
âDo you trust me?â He asked, his hand stroking your hair gently.
âOf course I do, Eds,â you nodded.
âDonât want to move things to the back?â He nodded his head in that direction.
âPlease,â you begged. He let go of you completely and you already missed his touch.
âLadies first,â he gestured to the back of the van with his hands. You slowly got onto your knees in the passenger seat before throwing your leg in between the two seats. You made it into the back safely and Eddie wasnât that far behind you. The blanket beneath you had been meant for a picnic for the two of you, definitely not for you to have sex.
You moved so close that your knees were touching and he reached for your hands, looking into your eyes. They were soft and warm, the look that had been reserved for you and you alone.
âI know this is your first time so before we do this, I want you to know that you can back out at any time and I wonât be mad,â he brought your hands up to his mouth and brushed them with his lips.
âIâll be there with you every step of the way, alright? So feel free to do whatever feels natural. Let me know what makes you feel good, what you like.â He pressed a kiss to each hand before interlacing your fingers.
âOkay,â you replied, feeling your heart race in your chest as you realized what you were about to do. You were about to have sex with your best friend. You were about to have sex with Eddie.
âDo you want to move to my lap to get more comfortable?â He asked, rubbing your knuckles with the pads of his thumbs. You looked at him, unsure, your eyebrows furrowing.
âArenât I going to crush you?â You knew that you were bigger than him so you didnât think it was wrong to ask.
âCrush me?â Eddie let out a chuckle. He actually kind of liked the sound of that. âNo, honey. Youâll be just fine. Now câmere.â He patted his lap and you hesitantly moved closer to him. You lowered yourself onto his lap so you were straddling his waist and his hands rested on your thighs, giving them a reassuring squeeze.
âAre you ready?â He asked, gauging your face for any last minute hesitance. Your eyes were lit up with excitement and he could tell that you were just as eager as he was.
âYes,â you nodded. âIâm ready.â
âIâm just going to kiss you for now, okay? Iâm warming you up.â He wanted this to be an enjoyable experience for you and wanted to take his time to make you feel good.
âOkay.â His hands let go of your thighs, moving up to your hips. He pecked your lips a few times before covering them with his once more and they moved in sync while your arms wrapped around his neck. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip and you opened your mouth and he slipped it inside letting it move with your own as his arms wrapped around your waist tightly.
His hands slowly started to trail down your waist and up your shirt, his palms laying flat against your lower back. They were cool and rough, but you liked the feeling, wondering if he was going to leave scratch marks.
âCan I take this off?â He asked, moving his hands to fiddle with your bottom hem.
âYes,â you nodded eagerly and he slowly pulled it over your head before tossing it to the side. He then attached his lips to yours once more, taking no time to stick his tongue back into your mouth.
His hands were then on your back again, slowly moving them to your bra. His lips pressed kissed to your cheek all the way down to your neck, stopping at the spot below your ear. He sucked lightly on the skin before grazing it with his teeth.
âOh,â you let out a moan and he loved hearing the sound come from your lips.
âThat was a beautiful sound, honey, wanna make it again?â
âYes,â you whined and his teeth grazed your neck once more, harder this time and you let out a louder moan.
âOh, Eddie.â He loved hearing his name come out of your mouth in that way. It sounded so filthy and hot and he needed more of it.
âThatâs right, honey, say my name.â He diffused the sting with a swipe of his tongue and the sensation caused you to let out a whimper.
âEddie,â you whined. âNeed you.â
âI know,â he gave your lips a gentle kiss. âWeâre almost there.â His lips moved back up to yours and captured them in a bruising kiss while he moved his hands up to your bra. âGonna lay you down, okay? Can I remove this?â
âYes.â Your eyes were lustful and he loved seeing the look on you. So different from your usual innocent self. He removed his own shirt before he unhooked your bra and threw it to the side then laid you down onto the blanket. His eyes widened as he stared at your naked upper half in awe. His lips parted as he took in all of you; your curves, your breasts, your stretch marks. He always knew you were stunning, but seeing you like this, he was convinced that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
You had never been naked like this in front of anyone and you hadnât really been thinking about how it made you feel as Eddie looked down at you. You could see that he was doing nothing but admiring your body, but you just felt so vulnerable.
âFuck,â he said, the word falling from his lips before he realized what he had said. You quickly covered yourself with part of the blanket, making sure to pull it over your face so he couldnât see you.
âHey, donât go shy on me,â he said gently, trying to calm you down. âYou look so pretty like this.â
You pulled the blanket back down slowly so he could at least see your face again. His face was nothing but loving and you could tell he was telling the truth. He thought your naked body was pretty.
âReally?â Your cheeks burned at his compliment and all he could do was chuckle at how adorable you were. Eddie never said anything he didnât believe.
âOf course, baby,â he assured you. âIâm going to fucking worship you.â His voice was deeper as he said the last sentence, more raspy and your pussy was getting even more wet.
âWorship me?â Your lips parted as you gingerly removed the blanket, laying back down on it. He slowly lowered himself down onto you, gently pressing his lips to yours.
âWorship,â he gave your lips a peck. âYou,â he captured your top lip between his two in a brief kiss before moving his lips down your neck in open mouthed kisses. They made their way to your breast and he was quick to swipe his tongue along your nipple before he pulled it between his teeth, giving it a tug.
âOh,â you let out a moan, louder this time and he took that as an invitation to do it again, but harder. Your moan was even louder, and your hands moved to his back, giving it a hard scratch with your nails. He let out a whimper before moving to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
âOh, Eddie,â you moaned again and he gave one last tug, the hardest he could without actually hurting you and you let out the loudest moan yet. âGod, Eddie, please.â Your nails scratched down his back again and he let out his own moan. It was soft but raspy and it sounded so hot.
He moved his kisses down your stomach and he stopped once he got to your skirt. He looked up at you in approval and you looked down at him, your eyes darkening as you thought about what he was going to do.
âRemove them,â you commanded and he kind of liked that you were bossing him around.
âYes, maâam.â He slid the skirt down your legs and tossed it behind him and went for your underwear, removing those as well. He looked down at your sopping wet pussy, eating up the fact that it was all because of him.
âWell, look at you, princess,â he looked up at you with a devilish grin. âDidnât know I could get anyone that wet,â he winked.
âEddie,â you let out another whine.
âWhat, baby?â He said the words so innocently, as if he had no idea what he was doing. He loved the idea of making you wait a little longer.
âNeed your cock.â You were getting desperate and hated how needy you were starting to sound.
âI know, sweetheart. Just give me a second.â He hurried to his glove box and grabbed a condom before coming back to you. He quickly pulled off his pants, deciding that he had made you wait long enough and tossed them to the side. He then removed his underwear just as quickly, revealing all of himself to you.
You stared down at his cock, realizing that you had never seen one in person. It was bigger than you had imagined, better. He rolled the condom onto his dick and grabbed hold of your hips before lining himself up with your cunt.
He slowly thrusted into you, wanting to be as gentle as possible since it had been your first time. You let out a moan at the sensation, and Eddie leaned over you, that devilish grin making a reappearance.
âYou look so pretty under me,â he said as he continued to thrust, picking up the pace. âPrettiest partner Iâve ever had.â
âYou say that to all your partners.â
âI donât because none of them have ever been as pretty as you.â Your cheeks turned even more pink at his compliment. He always knew exactly what to say to make you blush.
âTrying to get into my pants, Munson?â
âAfraid Iâm already in them, sweetheart.â He continued to thrust and as much as you were enjoying it, you didnât think he was being rough enough. You needed more.
âVery funny. Now do it harder,â you commanded.
âI donât want to hurt you.â He didnât want to risk hurting you during your first time.
âYou wonât. Just do it.â He obeyed and pounded into you, causing you to let out what almost sounded like a scream. His dick hardened even more at the sound.
âOh,â he chucked. âI like the sound of that. Wanna make it again?â
âI will if you go faster,â you promised.
âAs you wish.â He pounded into you once more, but faster and you made the exact same sound, only louder. He continued and you let out moan after moan as he went to town.
You grabbed onto him, burying your face into his neck as he continued to pound into you. Your hands went to his back and you scratched it up even more at his actions and he let out his own moans, throwing his head back as he did so.
âTrying to ruin my back, sweetheart?â
âYes,â you fluttered your eyelashes in innocence.
âGood,â he pressed his lips to yours in a filthy kiss, his tongue taking no time to swirl around yours. âGot one more in you, honey?â
âYes, Eds.â He pounded into you one more time and you let out one final moan before he pulled out. He discarded the condom and grabbed some napkins from the glove compartment before helping you clean yourself up.
Once you had finished, he pulled the blanket back to reveal another one under it. You both slipped between the two of them and he was quick to pull you to him, bare skin against bare skin. One of his hands moved up to brush some sweaty hair away from your forehead before stroking the back of your head. His other hand rested on your waist while yours went to his chest.
âYou did so great, baby girl,â he gave you a sweet smile. âTook me so well.â
âWell, I think youâre just good at it,â you batted your eyelashes. âIt definitely lived up to the hype.â
âSo youâve thought about it?â He teased with a wink.
âOh, donât pretend you havenât,â you winked back and he just gave your hip a little pinch, causing you to let out a squeal.
âI definitely have,â he responded, pressing his lips to yours. âAnd it was well worth the wait.â He pulled you into one more kiss and you were quick to return it, knowing that there would definitely be more where that came from.
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Eddie cuts his hair
I can see this happening in two ways.
One: Eddie cuts his hair after a tour to surprise you even more when he gets home early.
Two: after a fight to show he is ready for change.
Let's go with way two for right now đ¤lmk if you want me to write way one!
You and Eddie hardly fight but when you do it is messy and hurtful. Lately Eddie has been growing distant and when you brought it up something exploded. He said that things are moving too fast, that's he's not a marriage man and that he needed space. You said that if he can't change then why even stay together. And then he stormed out and you are trying to find a way to pick up these broken pieces.
He comes home later that night and is nearly attacked by your baseball bat. "What the fuck babe!?!" He yells as he grabs the bat before it could hit his head. You freezes hearing his voice. "Eddie?" You ask completely confused. "What the fuck did you do to your hair!?!?" You yell back at him, you couldn't believe your eyes honestly. His long beautiful curly locks are gone, all that is left is short curls.
"I...god this seems so stupid now. But I just couldn't stop thinking of what you said and baby I am ready for change. I went distant because I --- I bought a ring. I had dreams of weddings and children and a fucking golden retriever and that's not what I planned. I had no plans! And now you gave me nothing but things I want to plan and achieve. I cut my hair to show that I want to be a better man, a new man for you." By the end of his speech you both are in tears. Kisses are exchanged, tears are tasted on each others lips as you two cling to one another terrified that the other will disappear.
As you pull away to breath you nearly jump remembering what he said "Wait a ring!?!"
He still looks so handsome even if it isn't long curls đ¤
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One Step Away From You (Chapter 4)
ExBestFriend!Eddie Munson x PlusSize!Fem!Reader
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Chapter Summary: Your off-handed comment to Jason catches up to you. Before things get out of hand, someone swoops in to your defense. A heart-to-heart ensues.
WC: 6.4k
Warnings: MDNI. Explicit language. Fatphobia/bullying from Jason. Jason almost hits you. Brief references to toxic family relationships and abuse.
Saturday, September 21st, 1985
The ever so alluring smell of bacon and pancakes invades your senses, stirring you from your slumber. You rub your eyes as you look at the clock on the bedside table. 10:35 am. You slept in, though you canât say youâre surprised. After the day you had, you mustâve really needed it. You roll out of Steveâs spare bed, making sure to re-make it before you venture down the stairs.Â
The smell intensifies with each step down the stairs and into the kitchen, spotting the stack of pancakes and bacon waiting to be picked. Steve is pouring a cup of coffee, eyeing you as you grab a plate and start loading it up.
âMorning, sleepy headâ
âMorning, haircutâ you respond, taking a quick bite of bacon. Groaning softly in pleasure, âYou know, Steve. If you donât figure out what you wanna do for a career, I think youâd make a great little housewife.â You smirk to yourself as you pour syrup onto your plate. Steve scoffs out a laugh.
âYeah, Iâll get right on that. Know any takers?â You laugh with him before you catch a glimpse of Robin sitting on the couch, eating her own plate.Â
âOh, hell yes.â you say excitedly when you see and hear Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? playing on the TV. You quickly scurry over to join Robin on the couch with your own plate. Steve joins soon after, all leisurely eating your brunch and watching Saturday morning cartoons. After youâve all finished your plates and are relaxing before eventually having to get ready for your work shifts, Steve speaks up.
âSo, we gonna talk about what happened yesterday?â
You look between him and Robin, confused. You quirk an eyebrow up at him.
âUh, what happened yesterday? What do you mean?â
âI mean, something happened yesterday, didnât it? You seemed a bitâŚoff.â
Goddamnit. If Dustin hadn't learned it from you, you're now sure he learned his ability to read people so well from Mr. Steven Harrington too.
âDid you talk to Eddie?â Robin asks softly.
You sigh, crossing your arms over your stomach.
âI mean, you donât have to tell us anything. But if you want to, you know weâre here. Iâm also just really nosey.â Steve adds, causing a smirk to tug at your lips before you take a deep breath.
âYeah. I talked to him. Ran into him after lunch, literally. And uh, letâs just say it did not go well. He kinda flipped out on me. But, I kinda deserved it. Aaand, I kinda slapped him. But, he kinda deserved it.â You let yourself laugh a little, taking in their surprised faces.
âSo yeah, based on that I donât think weâll be friends again anytime soon. At least I can say I tried.â You finish with a shrug.
Robin reaches out and rubs your arm soothingly as Steve looks at you with sympathy and in thought.Â
âIâm sorry, Y/Nâ he sighs, âMaybe just give things some time to cool down, Iâm sure heâll come back around.â He gives you a soft, crooked smile.
âYeah, maybe. And if not, Iâm sure Iâll be okay.â you say, more to yourself than to them.
You pull into your driveway an hour later. You sit there, finishing your cigarette as your eyes linger on the now familiar van across the street through your rear-view mirror. You look longer than youâd like, finally tearing your eyes away to throw out your cig. Cutting off the sounds of Black Sabbath as you turn off the ignition.Â
You slowly shuffle your way to the mailbox at the end of your driveway. Flipping through the spam and advertisements when you hear a familiar sound, a skateboard. Your eyes follow the sound, a figure shaded by the sun. You know who it is. If it wasnât for the skateboard, itâs the flaming aura around her head under the sunlight. A big smile stretches across your face, leaning against your mailbox as she rides closer into view. When sheâs close enough to see your face, her eyes widen and she nearly stumbles off her skateboard, eliciting a giggle from you. She stares at you for a second as she comes to a stop, sliding her headphones down to her neck.
âHey, you.â you say cheerfully.
In a second, sheâs running to you, wrapping you in a tight embrace. You feel the shakiness as she inhales a deep breath.
âIâve been looking all over for you, the ever elusive Red.â You smile as you return the hug, briefly rubbing her back before she pulls back to look at you.
âW-How?â She looks toward your trailer, âYou moved back?!â
âYep, just this past week. I tried keeping an eye out for you at school, then Dustin told me you moved here. Knew Iâd catch you eventually.â
Her smile falters ever so slightly at the mention of Dustin.
âOh, yeah. I mean, itâs a piece of shit but itâs a roof over our heads I guess.â You nod in agreement, pondering how to approach her. If sheâs been avoiding the party, you worry one wrong move will send her running away from you too. You decide to go the easy route, knowing you might not get a truthful answer right away.
âYou and mom doing okay?âÂ
âYeah. Sheâs either working or drinking most of the time, soâ she shrugs nonchalantly, a move you see right through. âBut I can take care of myself just fine anywayâ.
âWell, if you ever get bored entertaining yourself, just come and give a knock, okay? I gotta get going for work here soon, but maybe we can go out to the drive-in or something soon?â
A small smile tugs at her lips as she nods lightly.
âYeah, maybe.â
âOh, and you know. If you ever need a ride, Iâm already giving the knuckleheads rides home after school and since weâre neighbors, I can just stick them all in the bed and give you passenger seat privileges.â You ramble before noticing the way she begins to awkwardly sway at the suggestion. âOr ya know, I can just kick them to the curb and save myself some gas with just you.â You quickly offer. She forces a small laugh before shaking her head.
âNo, thatâs okay. It gives me more time to skate anyway.âÂ
Great, Iâve already messed this up. Just add it to the listâŚ
âAlright, well the offerâs on the table anytime. For anything.â You insist, giving her an out to the conversation as you begin to move back toward your driveway. She only nods in response, before putting her skateboard in place to ride again.
âSee you later, Red.â You wave before heading into your trailer to get ready for work.
During the slower phases of the work day, your mind drifts to worries of Max. How sheâs really doing, how you should approach her, how to get her to open up to you. Itâs a welcomed distraction considering the other places, or people, your mind would be wandering to otherwise. You and Max had gotten fairly close over the summer, you gave her opportunities with and outside of the party to get away from home, from her asshole step-brother. Being the only other girl and older, she often confided in you. Whether it was about her brother, her relationship with Lucas, or the struggles of girlhood, you were there for her.Â
Since Billyâs sacrifice to save her from the mall fire and his resulting death, sheâs closed off. Isolating from everyone close to her. That happened to be something youâre familiar with. Something that helps you to understand her, something you can use. You know you need to take it slow though. Based on her initial reaction to seeing you, you know she's missed you, and know that connection is still there. Thereâs just some walls you need to chisel down first.
Take it slow.
That connection is still there.
Just some walls you need to chisel down firstâŚ
Those dark curls⌠chocolate button eyes⌠cutest fucking dimples youâve ever seen in your life.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath, frustrated with your brain and your heart. Both deeply longing for him⌠before the shock of pain with the memory of his words hits you.
Just let it go. Move on. Heâs not your Eddie anymore.
~
It was bothering Eddie more than heâd ever admit, even to himself. You. Thoughts of you swimming around his head with every emotion he could think of, was bothering him.
After your argument, he felt a bit of relief. To finally say the words heâd been carrying with him these last few years to you. To finally release the anger and pain out onto you. It felt like a weight off his shoulders in the moment. What he hadnât been expecting was for you to match it, taking the pain and anger you felt in response, right back out and onto him.Â
This whole past week youâve been back has thrown him off. More distracted than usual. More reactive. More irritable. The other boys in Hellfire noticed, taking extra effort to not poke the bull.Â
Your argument and slap left him even more distracted and off-balance. Youâd thrown him off his game for Hellfire for christâs sake. Forgetting details for the campaign that heâd otherwise wouldâve had memorized, left him referencing his notes. He didnât exude his usual dungeon master playfulness, animated voice and facial expressions coming out muted. Everyone noticed. Eddieâs own off-balanced performance reflected in his players. Nothing had ever distracted him so much to the point of interfering with Hellfire campaigns. The way Henderson eyed him suspiciously throughout the night almost set him off completely, again. Heâd ended the campaign a little early, offering a brief apology and a quick lie to write off his abnormal performance on. Heâd spent the rest of the night getting as drunk and high as he could in his bedroom until he passed out.Â
Saturday isnât going much differently for him. Sitting in his bed with a joint in his mouth as his fingers mindlessly strum his guitar, thinking of you. The anger he felt yesterday is now replaced with guilt. A guilt that sits and churns in his stomach, teetering on the edge of nausea. Maybe that was just the hangover, or maybe itâs from the way he canât get the image of your tear-streaked face out of his head. Tears caused by him.
You deserved to hear how much you hurt him. Be faced with the consequences of your actions. You deserved that. But as he remembers the look in your eyes yesterday, the way you flinched, the way he caused a side of you you rarely show to come out⌠he knows you didnât deserve that. He scolds himself for letting his emotions get the best of him, letting them get out of his control. You hurt him, that didnât make it right for him to hurt you back. It didnât even make him feel good. Maybe very briefly in the moment, just to release what heâd been holding in for so long, but it left as quickly as it came.Â
He sighs as he moves the guitar off his lap, putting out his joint in the ashtray before rubbing his hands over his face, staring up at the ceiling.
He canât hold on to this anger anymore, he knows itâs not healthy and is only hurting him more. But he canât blame himself too much for wanting to, itâs one of the ways heâs protected himself in the past. Protected him from getting hurt. You knew that about him. The way he held onto anger at his dad, people in Hawkins, not wanting to waver and give either the chance to hurt him more. You knew almost everything about him, more about him than heâd ever willingly shared with anyone. Thatâs why what you did hurt him so deeply, and why he wanted to hurt you just as much. And feels like utter shit for it.Â
Hey, you!
His eyes dart to his window as his brain immediately recognizes your voice. He peeks out to see you interacting with a younger girl heâd seen skateboarding around in the neighborhood and at school. His heart begins to ache watching you, watching you embrace the girl, watching the way you smile at her and ramble.
God, does he miss it. Misses the way youâd ramble and rant about something youâre passionate about, the way youâd cackle and smile when heâd do the stupidest thing he could think of just so he could see it. Misses the way your warm, plump body feels against him when youâd hug or lean your head on his shoulder.Â
He sighs watching you wave goodbye to the girl and walk inside your trailer.Â
Maybe he could give you another chance. Now that heâs not so overcome with anger, maybe heâd be able to hear you out. Not overpower you so much with his anger that you can actually have a real chance to explain yourself.Â
Maybe.
Tuesday, September 24th, 1985
Some things have changed since your fight with Eddie on Friday. Flipped, really. Your eyes no longer sought him out. You do your best to avoid looking at him whether it was in the halls or in your shared classes. Knowing the sight of him would only bring back that sting in your chest.
Eddie on the other hand, couldnât tear his eyes away from you whenever youâre in his sight. Watching you in regret, longing, confusion, hurt, all twisted into one. Eddieâs confident in himself most of the time, except for in a few areas. This situation with you and how to handle it moving forward is one of the latter. Itâs a big fucking mess he isnât sure how to fix. He knows with the way things went on Friday after you made the first move to talk to him, that it had to be him this time to try to make things right.Â
You take your time walking down the quiet halls before the end of the lunch period, hearing the distant, muffled chatter from the lunchroom. You open your locker, putting away your books from your morning classes, switching them out with your afternoon ones. Just as you finish putting the last book in your bag, your locker slams shut in front of you, causing your head to whip toward the culprit you didnât notice come up next to you till now.
âYouâve got a smart mouth on you, donât you piggy?â Jason seethes out, hand pressed against your now closed locker door. Your smirk at him as you lean against it.
âSo Iâve been told.â
âYeah, well I donât know who the hell you think you are or who you think you're talking to bu-â
âYou know, I remember you from years ago. The last time I lived here.â You interrupt before looking him up and down, âJason Carver. Back then you were just a scrawny guy, trailing behind the older jocks, carrying that ever so fragile ego in tow with theirs.â You look back up to meet his eyes, brows furrowed above them. âI see youâve grown a few inches, even bulked up a bit. Looks like thatâs about all thatâs changed, though.â You watch as he processes your words, your insult.
âYou fat fucking bitchâ He says through gritted teeth, face turning red.
âOh come on, Carver. Donât you have anything fresher than that?â you say flatly, cocking an eyebrow at him. You watch as his body tenses up.
âLooks like I need to teach you and that smart mouth a lessonâ He says, taking a step closer to you. You donât move an inch, refusing to give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of you.
âOh no. What are you gonna do?!â You say sarcastically. âYou donât scare me, Carver.â
You watch as a vein protrudes from his forehead, face turning a deeper red.Â
It all happens so quickly. One of his arms pulls back, raising in the air in the motion to slap you, but it doesnât come. Curly dark hair appears behind him, before Jasonâs thrown flat on his ass in front of you.
Eddie had been outside smoking before lunch ended. On his way back into the school, he spots you and Jason. He slows his steps, listening in on the quickly escalating conversation. Youâre teetering on the edge and you donât care. As fragile as Jasonâs ego is, so is his masculinity. Eddie wasnât sure if Jason's above hitting a girl, but he knows thatâs where this could go. He creeps closer, eyeing the way Jasonâs hand begins to twitch. Waiting for the string to snap, and it does. When he spots Jasonâs hand raise, Eddie swoops in. With a foot behind Jasonâs, Eddie wraps his arm around Jasonâs front, pulling him till heâs falling back on the floor.Â
Eddie was no stranger to fights, the jocks of Hawkins having taken their frustrations out of him plenty of times. He didnât like putting himself in the line of fire, but he has and would do it in a heartbeat for the people he cares about. Despite how heâs acted, youâre one of those people.
Your eyes widen, at the fact Jason was about to hit you in the middle of the school, and at seeing Eddie before you, swooping in out of nowhere to defend you. Your eyes lock with his and everything slows down, so many emotions and words unsaid flowing between you with just a look. For a moment your mind flashes back to 5th grade Eddie, reaching his hand out to help you off the ground, worry and sympathy filling his eyes. History repeating itself. You take a deep breath as the memory hits you, staring into Eddieâs brown eyes. In that moment, itâs only you two. No one else. No white brick halls. Just you and Eddie, conveying so much to each other through just your eyes.
Jasonâs groans pull you from your trance, your eyes leaving Eddieâs to look down at him. You drop down to one knee, getting into Jasonâs face. Eyes popping open wide when he senses you so close. You look at him with fire in your eyes as you point a finger in his face.
âLet me tell you something, you piece of shit. I didnât come back here to deal with your little brat boy bullshit. If I see you try to put your hands on any of my friends, let alone me, again⌠I will make you regret it. And donât think that I wonât.â You hiss, voice full of steel. Staring at him with as much intensity as he held earlier. You relish in the brief moment of fear that flashes through his eyes before his face hardens in frustration and embarrassment, chest heaving with deep, short breaths.
A silence falls before the bell rings to end the lunch period, breaking you all out of the moment. Jason quickly pulls himself to his feet before students flood the halls, not wanting anyone to see him in his embarrassing position. You rise with him. He fixes his letterman jacket, staring daggers between you and Eddie.
âFucking freaksâ he huffs before turning around, stomping down the hall quickly as it fills with students.
Both you and Eddie relax, releasing a breath before youâre just standing there awkwardly next to each other. You resecure your bag on your shoulder before chancing a look at Eddie, who's already staring at you. Reading you, assessing you, trying to tell if youâre okay.
You clear your throat before nodding your head at him.
âThank youâ you mutter softly. When he doesnât immediately say anything back, your body takes the lead, quickly walking away toward your next class.Â
Eddie considers chasing after you, but he doesnât know what the hell heâd say if he did. He just watches you walk away before he takes slow steps to follow you to your shared class together.
In the two classes you have together, you can feel his eyes on you. You catch him a few times, eyes locking with his before one of you quickly looks away.Â
You feel like you have whiplash. From the switch up of the Eddie you faced on Friday that hated your guts, to the Eddie who didnât waste a second coming to defend you, with only a few days passing in between. You canât wrap your head around it. You know he cares, he wouldnât have been so angry before if he didnât, but you assumed he was done with you, hated you. But someone that hates you wouldnât rush into potential harms way to defend you, right?
A few more stolen glances and the muffled voices of your teachersâ as youâre lost in thought fills the remainder of your school day. When you leave your final class, stopping at your locker before walking out the front doors, you wonder if heâll come up behind you, apologize for his behavior on Friday and give you another chance. But it doesnât happen, making the walk to your truck uninterrupted. You want to chastise yourself for holding that hope, but what happened today canât mean nothing. It just canât. You donât want it to.
You spend the remainder of your afternoon trying to do your homework. It takes everything in you to focus, almost giving up when the calculus problems push you right to the edge in frustration. You let out a huff in relief as you finish the problems and slam your notebook shut, throwing your head back as you slouch in your chair. Rubbing your hands over your face before you hear your mom unlocking the front door. When you note the time and sun setting through your window, you get up and make your way to the kitchen to start making dinner. You browse through the cupboard before your eyes land on a package of pasta. Spaghetti it is.Â
As you wait for the meat to brown, your mind replays the events of the day. Landing back into the loop your thoughts had been stuck in all afternoon about Eddie. Trying to make sense of it all, of him. The moment your eyes locked this afternoon made your heart ache, and still does when you think of it now.
You arenât sure when exactly you first fell in love with Eddie Munson.
The first day you met when he came to your rescue from bullies? That time in the woods when you were 10 when he insisted you be the trapped princess his mission was to rescue? The countless Friday nights you spent staying up late to watch The Midnight Special, eventually falling asleep on each other's shoulders? The first time he shared his momâs records with you? The first time he really opened up to you about the loss of his mom, and the strenuous relationship with his Dad? That night your parents fighting got so bad you snuck out of your window and went to his trailer in tears, consoling you and doing anything he could to cheer you up? That time he almost went to fight your mom when he saw the red mark on your cheek? Or maybe it was the time he told you youâre beautiful the way you are, when your mom and everyoneâs criticisms of your body weighed too heavily on your mind?Â
You canât pinpoint which event triggered the change from seeing Eddie as your friend, to your crush. What event marked the transition to being in love with your best friend, seeing and imagining him in ways beyond a regular friend would. You arenât sure when, but you know youâve been in love with him for as long as you can remember. An unrequited love that made your heart ache with every pet name bestowed upon you, with every flash of that devilish smile and irresistible dimples, with every use of his deep, animated voice for dramatic storytelling. An ache youâd decided for years you could stifle to keep his friendship. An ache that turned into a sharp pain hearing his voice over the phone, hundreds of miles away. A pain youâd decided you couldnât bear anymore. Maybe if you hadnât been in love with him, things wouldâve been different. You wouldnât have pulled away.Â
So foolish. Desperately longing for things you couldnât have. Longing so desperately you pushed away the best person in your life, the very person you longed for. A decision that didnât take long for you to regret, but in your mind was too late to fix. Now, after today, you arenât so confident about that.
You sit on the couch with your mom, eating Spaghetti and watching Magnum P.I. reruns as your thoughts continue. Mindless small talk about your days, vision zoning out as you stare at the tv, petting Henny who sits in your lap, and a heightened awareness of Eddieâs presence only 100 feet away. An hour later when your mom announces sheâs going to bed, you ponder how to spend the rest of your night. You know you wonât be able to fall asleep yourself anytime soon, anticipating one of those nights you wonât be able to shut your mind off.Â
You wander to your room, shutting your door as you reach into one of your dresser drawers for your little stash box. Sighing in frustration when you notice you only have enough left for one more smoke.
You roll a quick blunt before throwing on a flannel and slipping out the front door. You take a deep inhale of the fresh air, relishing in the cool breeze of the late September night as you begin the short walk to the little neighborhood park at the end of your street. You donât notice the figure on the porch across the street smoking a cigarette in the dark as you walk, taking in the sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves on the trees, the quietness of the park beyond the very faint sound of some network sitcom playing on a tv.
You sit on a swing and begin to move back and forth slowly as memories flood back. This playground hasnât changed a bit since you first moved to Forest Hills Trailer Park 9 years ago. Paint faded and chipping, old mulch littered around the playground, and rusted metal chains on the swing that creaks with each movement. Eddie and you spent countless afternoons here in the early years of your friendship. Swinging together, laughing as youâd watch Eddie do the monkey bars, spinning each other on the merry-go-round till you thought youâd get sick.
You put the blunt to your lips and light it, taking a deep inhale as you look around the abandoned playground, hoping the weed would help to calm your mind enough to get some sleep. You rest your head against the metal swing chain, feet softly kicking at the mulch and dirt beneath you. You donât hear the soft footsteps on pavement approaching you till theyâre only a couple feet away, head shooting up at the intrusion when the sound meets your ears. Eddie clears his throat, hands in his vest pockets as he stands at the edge of the playground. Your movements still at the sight of him, streetlights illuminating his figure and messy curls. When your body stiffens and you remain silent, Eddie takes a few steps closer.
âI-uh, I come in peace, promise.â He says softly, raising his hands in surrender. âMind if I join you?â he asks, head gesturing to the empty swing next to you. You only nod in response before casting your eyes down. You take another hit as he sits down next to you, praying the calming effects you sought would kick in quicker.
Youâre both silent for a while, the light wind blowing through the trees, neighborhood noises, and soft creaks from the swing set the only sounds filling the space between you. Eddieâs knee bobs anxiously before he clears his throat.
âI um, just wanted to apologize for Friday. The way I acted, some of the things I said⌠I let my emotions get the best of me. I didnât really give you much room to talk, and Iâm sorry for that.â Eddie says nervously, eyes turning to look at you as he finishes. You nod in response again, not looking his way.
âI understand. I donât blame you.â Silence falls between you again before you look towards him. âThank you again, for earlier today. You didnât need to step in like that.â Eddie chuckles softly.
âOh, I know you couldâve handled him just fine on your own, but you shouldnât have had to... Itâs no problem, really. Not my first run in with him anyway.â You wonder just how many times Eddieâs had to deal with Carver and the other jocks, just how bad those run-ins have possibly gotten. In a sign signaling truce, you hand your blunt to him, offering a hit. He gladly accepts with a soft smile before taking a hit.
âSince when do you smoke the devilâs lettuce?â
You giggle softly, letting a smile spread to your cheeks.
âAbout a year now, same with theseâ You say, pulling the pack of cigarettes from your pocket enough for him to see. Eddie tskâs in response, passing the blunt back to you.
âNaughty naughty.â He teases in a deep voice, eyeing you while blowing out smoke. You tear your eyes away and back to the mulch beneath your feet, the sight enough to send a shiver up your spine.Â
After a few more passes between you, the blunt is gone and youâre left to face the inevitable conversation. You rub your sweaty palms against your thighs as you work up the courage.
âI just wanted to say again, Iâm sorry for how things went. For dropping contact. Itâs entirely my fault and⌠Iâm really sorry for doing that to you, Eddie. You didnât deserve that.â Your eyes peek at him. Heâs faced forward, nodding softly in response as he lights a cigarette. He moves his hips slightly, enough to turn his body more toward yours.Â
âSo why did you do it?â he asks quietly, dark eyes looking up from his cigarette to meet yours. A somber look on his face, a stark contrast from a few days ago. You take a shaky deep breath while turning your head to look up at the stars littering the sky.
You canât tell him the truth. You canât tell him you stopped returning his calls because you were so in love with him that the distance, the sound of his voice over the phone caused your heart to ache so deeply that you couldnât take it anymore, that youâd recluse to your room and cry after each call.
âWe were so close and it hurt so much to be torn apart. Every time I heard your voice on the phone⌠it justâ you take another deep breath, âit was just a reminder that I wouldnât see you again and that just hurt too much to deal with. I didnât want to deal with it. So⌠I secluded. I avoided you. I know it might not make sense, that it might not be a good enough answer for you, but itâs the only one I have.âÂ
You didnât exactly lie. Itâs not the full truth but you were still as honest as you could let yourself be. Heâs quiet for a minute as he takes in your words before letting out a deep sigh.Â
âI guess I get that,â He does, he felt the pain too. The way his heart ached in longing every time he heard your voice, every time heâs thought about you since. It wasnât enough for him to stop calling, but he still understands you shared the same pain during every call. âBut you couldâve seen me again, youâve been visiting in the summers this whole time.â he protests softly.
âEddie, when I stopped calling I didnât know I was going to come back to visit.â You shake your head lightly before turning your body towards him, mirroring his. âI mean, I figured Iâd come back and see my Dad eventually, but uh if you remember, he wasnât exactly in the best mental state when we left and was also locked up so, I didnât really know anything about what would happen.â You look away from him and towards your lap, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your flannel. âItâs not that I donât regret it, I do. But by the time I changed my mind and found out about coming back in the summer I was just⌠like, paralyzed. It had only been two months after I stopped calling, but I was afraid. Afraid it was too much time thatâd passed, afraid youâd moved on and replaced me, afraid you wouldnât forgive me⌠so I didnât do anything. Just let it be. The whole time I just told myself you probably didnât care much anyway.â Eddie blinks at you, wide-eyed as you finish before scoffing lightly.
âYou really think I wouldâve âreplacedâ you that easily? That quickly? You were my best friend too, Y/N. The closest Iâve ever had, even closer than Ronnie, you know that. How could you think I wouldnât care?â
âCome on, Eddie. Youâre telling me your brain never fucks with you like that?â You ask, fingers picking a cigarette out of your pack and lighting it quickly. After an inhale you continue, âI mean logically, I know that you felt the same about our friendship. Plenty of memories and moments to prove it. But I just kept thinking back to when I first told you I was leaving. Sure, you seemed disappointed but you werenât as upset as I was, you didnât cry. And despite knowing I've only seen you cry like, twice before in all those years, my brain still just clung onto that. Like âSee! He doesnât really care, not as much as you.ââ You shake your head in disappointment and frustration with yourself as you take another hit. âItâs stupid, I know.â
âNo,â Eddie answers quickly, squashing his own cigarette in the mulch with his Reebok sneakers. He looks at you, a sympathetic look etched across his features. âI know what thatâs like.â Youâre both quiet at first, letting the new information and understanding fall into place. You rock yourself back and forth on the swing slowly, gathering your words before you speak them.
âLook, I donât expect you to forgive me and I donât know what I could do to make it up to you but, I just need to say again that Iâm sorry. I would take it all back if I could. Iâve really missed you.â You finish, eyes meeting his. You hope theyâre portraying your sincerity as his own search your face. He looks away from you as a small smile tugs at one side of his lips, feet kicking at the mulch below.
âYeah well⌠I missed you too.â You breathes out, eyes meeting yours again. A small smile tugs at your own lips. After a few moments of silence, he finishes. âI forgive you.â
He leans towards you, pinky finger extended. You choke out a laugh at the sight, relief washing over you. You wrap your pinky around his, closing your eyes to stop them from watering as your smile deepens.
When your fingers detach, you sigh deeply and open your eyes to meet his again.
âThank youâ you say quietly, warmth spreading through your body. It feels like a massive weight has been taken off your shoulders. The optimism and hope you havenât felt since last Sunday, before your first day back at Hawkins, creeps its way back into your mind and body. You note how much lighter your chest feels as it moves with each breath, and the knot youâve felt in your stomach for a week begins to loosen.
You stay there for a while, lightly swinging back and forth as you and Eddie dive into discussions about new bands, albums, and movies that have come out since you moved. Concerts youâve been to since. Eddie smiles seeing that you havenât changed one bit since youâd left, even mentioning bands and movies he hadnât even heard of, promising to share your tapes with him at some point. He finds himself getting lost watching you as you excitedly describe the Journey concert you went to with your cousins in 83â. Smiling when he notices the sparkle in your eyes as you rave about Steve Perryâs voice and how they played your favorite songs. Laughing as you pout in jealousy when he describes the Metallica concert he went to with Gareth earlier this year. It all feels so familiar, so comfortable.
Youâre so lost in conversation you donât notice how much time passes by until Eddie checks his watch and whistles. Itâs almost 11:30pm, nearly 2 hours since you first walked down to the playground. The hesitancy you held about your ability to get a goodnightâs rest tonight was gone. You feel like youâre floating as you and Eddie walk the short distance back to your trailers, Eddie telling you about Hellfireâs current campaign.Â
âYou know, youâre more than welcome to join us sometime. You already know half the club.â He offers as you reach the end of your driveway.Â
âIâll definitely think about it, thanks.â You give him a small smile.
âCool. Well, I guess Iâll see you tomorrow.â He returns your smile as he rocks back and forth on his heels lightly, hands shoved into his vest pockets.Â
âOh, wait! Kind of an odd question but before I forget, do you know anyone around here that sells?â You ask as the thought of your now empty stash box pops into your head. Eddie smoked with you, you figure he knew where to get some around here.
And boy, did he.Â
A bright, cheeky smile stretches across his face.
âOh yeah, I know a guy.â He says with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes before he bows dramatically, âYour friendly neighborhood drug dealer at your service, my dear.â
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One Step Away From You (Chapter 3)
ExBestFriend!Eddie Munson x PlusSize!Fem!Reader
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Chapter Summary: After some encouragement from Steve and Robin, you decide to finally talk to Eddie, and it doesn't go so well. Nothing a movie night with Steve and Robin can't help to take your mind off of though.
WC: 5.7k
Warnings: MDNI. Explicit language. Angst. Eddie is a bit of an asshole and gets slapped for it. Fatphobic comment/bullying from Jason.
Thursday, September 19th, 1985
The past few days since your first day had been uneventful in terms of Eddie. You continued to avoid the lunch room and opt for spending lunch in the library. Robin has joined you once so far, promising to continue so you wouldnât âget lonelyâ, as she put it. The handful of times youâve seen Eddie in the halls, heâd see you and immediately avoided you. Refusing to look at you and even turning to walk in another direction. The 2 classes you have with him werenât any different, not sparing a glance your way, and either being the first or last to leave class so he wouldnât be walking out near you. The pressure of the guilt you carried only intensified with each averted gaze and you donât know how much more you can take.
You know you have to talk to him, figure out a way to make this right but you donât know how. Donât know what you could even say to make him understand, make this right. You wonder if itâs even possible to recover the friendship you once had with him, but you know you have to try. Living without having him in your life while you were in Virginia was hard, but seeing him in class and the halls everyday now made it so much worse. More than you can bare, and you feel like youâre gonna crack.Â
A tiny folded note lands on your desk, catching you off guard. You reach for the paper, peeking up at the teacher as you unfold it.
The trials and tribulations of the French Revolution not entertaining enough for you?
You smile at the note, glancing to the seat to your left. Robin stares back at you, wide eyed and shaking her head at you teasingly. You look back down at the note with a grin, grabbing your pencil and writing a response.
Oh, yes. Iâm having the time of my life, canât you tell?
You pass the note back to her as the teacher writes on the board. Smiling as you watch her reaction.Youâre grateful to have a few classes with Robin. She had missed the first few periods of your first day for a doctor's appointment. The next day when you saw her in your 2nd period World History and 3rd period Science class, you let out a major sigh of relief. Your friendship with Robin, and Steve for that matter, happened so naturally. You didnât have to force it or feel like you had to act differently to be more likable to them. Other friendships in your past had been different.Â
Whenever you had started at new schools, you felt like you had to always be funny and make jokes to get friends. Youâd always been told you had a natural humor to you, a humor you often felt the need to force to be more likable. It had worked too, other kids would be nicer to you. Who knew all it took to lessen your bullying was to make a joke about the teacherâs unzipped fly? It didnât stop the bullying and teasing all together, but it certainly helped. Still, the âfriendsâ you had made from it were never the deeper, genuine friendships like you had with Eddie, Robin or Steve. That pressure was a weight that was finally off your shoulders now. You didnât see a point in trying to make new friends for the one year youâd be here at Hawkins High, nor did you feel the need to. Your life feels full with the friendships of Steve, Robin, and the younger party. WellâŚalmost full. That hole once occupied by the wild-haired, metal loving, DnD âfreakâ of Hawkins aches and looms around, antagonizing you.
It continues to loom for the rest of the day, even into your work shift at the restaurant your Aunt Patty manages. The meager Thursday night dinner rush and small stack of dishes to wash doesnât help to distract your thoughts, no matter how hard you try. You consider making a stop after work at Family Video to get advice from Robin and Steve about what you should do. Youâre getting nowhere going back and forth in your own head. Maybe hearing the words from them will help give you the courage you need to do what you know you need to.
Slow business for the night leads to you getting out at a decent time, an hour before Family Video closes. You hop in your truck and drive the mile down the street to your friendsâ workplace. When you pull in front of the store, you and Steveâs cars are the only ones in the parking lot. Youâd been betting on it being a slow night for Family Video too, giving you the privacy you wanted for the conversation you need to have.
Youâd never talked about Eddie to Robin or Steve throughout your friendship since the beginning of the summer. You know they had to have known about it, though. Steve even mentioned it once at some point at Scoops Ahoy when he tried to remember you from school, âDidnât you use to hang out with Munson?â Youâd simply walked away, the need to organize the back freezers suddenly becoming an urgent task. Steve thankfully let it go and forgot about it quickly, never bringing it up again.
You smile as you see the two through the glass doors, standing behind the counter and bickering about god knows what. The ringing of the bell on the doors grabs their attention, eyes landing on you. Robin dramatically lays her upper body limp across the counter and groans.
âOh, my savior. Steve is boring me out of my mind and we havenât had a customer in like, an HOUR.â
Steve rolls his eyes, hands on his hips. âI am not boring, thank you very much.â He whines before offering you a soft smile, leaning on his forearms against the counter as you approach. âHow was washing dishes?â
You grumble in response, âAbout as exciting as watching paint dry. Decided to come and provide yâall some clearly much needed entertainment.â You say with a smile that quickly falters as you look down at your hands, fidgeting with the edge of the counter, âI um- I actually came to talk to you guys about something⌠maybe get some advice.âÂ
Robin quirks up at that, standing at full attention. Steve straightens up a little too, nodding his head at you. This is the first time they could recall you ever coming to them for advice, tending to keep most personal things to yourself.
âOf course, whatâs going on?â
âSo, I donât know how much you guys remember me from before, like from the last time I lived here. But um, I used to be really good friends with Eddie⌠Eddie Munson. Best friends actually.â
When Steveâs eyebrows furrow, Robinâs eyebrows rise, eyes widening in recognition.
âWait, Eddie? As in âFreak of Hawkinsâ?â
âYeahhhh, I remember seeing you guys in the halls at school. Two cute little outcasts against the world.â She smirks as she stares off, lost in memory. Your eyebrows scrunch together, scoffing out a laugh as you shake your head.
âFirst off,â you point a finger at Steve. âDonât call him that, I caught your tone. And uh, in case you didnât realize Stevie boy, you yourself are friends with a âfreakâ.â you say gesturing toward yourself.Â
âAnd secondly,â you turn your attention to Robin, mouth open as you ponder what to say. âCute? Ya know what, letâs move on.â
âAnyway⌠we were really close. But, after I moved back to Virginia we lost touch.â You pause, shaking your head at yourself, âNo, I lost touch. I uh, stopped returning his calls. ItâŚit was just too much, too painful to hear his voice.â You stare off into the comedy aisle, collecting your thoughts under their gaze you didnât want to meet just yet. âI didnât expect him to still be here when I moved back, but he is. And uh, itâs clear heâs upset. I mean he has every right to be. He even overheard that girl Debbie that used to come to Scoops talking to me in class about working there. So now he knows I was visiting in the summers and didnât see him-â
âWait, Debbie Harris? She was supposed to call meâŚâ Steve mutters the last part under his breath before Robin snaps her fingers in his face.Â
âFocus, Steve!âÂ
He gives you a sympathetic look, mouthing âsorryâ as he brings his attention fully back to you.
âLook. Long story short, I donât know what to do. I canât take having him avoid me and clearly hating me just- in my face everyday. I miss him. I know I need to fix this, I just⌠I donât know how.â You finish, running your fingers through your hair.
Robin and Steve stare at you in silence for a moment, you can practically see the cogs turning in their brains.Â
After a moment, Steve leans a little closer toward you. Eyes squinting as he reads your face.
âYou love him, donât you?âÂ
Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up in shock as your mouth hangs open. You quickly scoff out a laugh, shaking your head as you try to play your reaction off.
âI-Well of course I do. He was my best friend for like 6 years!â
Robin tilts her head slightly as she meets your eyes, both giving you a look that says they see right through you. You feel your throat tighten, cornered by knowing eyes.
âAlright, maybe this was a bad idea coming here-â You begin to say, throwing your hands up as you take a step back from the counter.
âNo no no. Come onâ Steve says, beckoning you back. When you do, he continues. âLook, the only way youâre gonna fix this is if you just talk to him and try to explain your side of things.â
âI know.â You say, sighing as you lean your arms against the counter. âIâm just afraid that whatever I say, itâs not gonna be enough. You know?â
âWell if you guys were as close as it seems, he knows you. Maybe itâll be easier than you think for him to understand?â Robin adds, a sympathetic and encouraging smile on her face. Steve nods in response.
âAnd I mean sure, heâs angry. But he probably wants to fix things just as much as you do.â Steve finishes, looking at you with genuine care in his eyes. You take a deep breath, allowing a small smile to appear on your face as you look at your friends and nod softly.Â
âYeah, youâre probably right. I think I just needed to hear it from someone else. Thanks guys, I donât know what Iâd do without you.â you say, thankful to have them in your life.Â
âDonât mention it, Y/L/Nâ Steve says, offering a wink and a smile. You can only roll your eyes at him playfully in response.Â
âWell, I know you guys gotta close up shop here soon,â you say as you glance at the clock on the wall. âButttt, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to do one of our movie nights tomorrow after work?â
Robin and Steve turn towards each other. You laugh as Robin begins to bounce on her heels,
âYes yes yes!â
âItâll be a late one, but Iâm down.â
âGood,â you smile. âAaaaand if I remember correctly, itâs my turn to pick.â
Steve groans in response, âFine, but nothing too gory this time. I can handle some horror but ugh, no guts please!â his face scrunches in disgust, shaking his head as he turns to finish some closing tasks.
âDonât worry, Stevie. I think Iâm feeling something different this time.â You laugh as you grab your keys. âThanks again, guys.â You bid them farewell so they can finish up closing for the night.
Steve and Robin gave you just what you thought they would, the validation of your own thoughts on what to do, and the push you needed to actually do it. They helped to calm some of your anxiety about it, but not all. You just need to figure out when to talk to him. Maybe you could go over to the trailer to talk to him? It definitely wasnât a conversation you wanted to have at school. Tomorrow wouldnât work; you knew from the boys that they had Hellfire after school on Fridays. You had to work and hang-out with Steve and Robin anyway.Â
Nope, canât do Saturday either. Maybe Sunday? Yeah, Sunday. Iâll just walk over to Uncle Wayneâs and talk to him. Itâll turn out better than you think it will. It will. You try telling yourself, attempting to carry Rob and Steveâs optimism.Â
Itâll be okay. You reassure yourself as you spare a glance at the trailer across the street. Noticing a dim light through the curtains of a window you knew too well, before you shut and lock your front door.Â
Friday, September 20th, 1985
Putting your conversation with Eddie off until Sunday helps to alleviate some of your anxiety. Your schoolwork and handful of quizzes you have today takes your mind off him as well. Starting at Hawkins High weeks after the year began meant you already have work to catch up on. As tedious as it is, itâs a welcomed distraction from worries about salvaging your friendship with Eddie. Youâve spent every afternoon this past week trying to complete your catch-up work, determined to get good grades thatâll help you get into college and a step closer into full adult independence. Youâve put a solid dent in the stack of schoolwork too, as well as your stash you brought with you from Virginia, needing some way to cope with the stress. Youâre going to need to find someone you could buy from here in Hawkins soon.
After a last-minute study session with Robin in the library during lunch, the stress leaves you in dire need of a quick smoke break before your next class. You say goodbye to Robin, wishing her a good shift and sharing excitement over the continuation of your movie nights before leaving the library. You walk down the near empty hallway with a few minutes to spare before the bell signaling the end of the lunch period rings. You reach into your bag to fish out your cigarettes as you approach the back doors of the school near the football field, an unofficial smoking spot for students.Â
Just as you begin to inhale the fresh air, itâs knocked out of your lungs as you step outside and collide with someone. A simple case of someone heading to go inside as you go out, you assume.
âOop, sorry-â you begin immediately, falling short as your eyes rise to look at the person youâd nearly shoulder checked.Â
Shit. Both your eyes widen, your mouth falling open as your brain stumbles in shock, trying to figure out what to do. In the split second of recognition, Eddieâs features harden, jaw tightening. He moves to continue to walk past you toward the door you just came out of.Â
Nowâs your chance! Itâs not the ideal circumstances, but when a chance like this falls into your lap you canât let it pass. Just as his hand grabs the door handle, your own reaches to grab his arm.
âEddie, wait!â you feel and see his entire body tense under your touch. You take a deep breath as your grip on his arm loosens and begins to pull away.
âCan we please just talk?â you plead, voice soft. You hear him laugh in disbelief before he turns back to face you, eyebrows furrowed.
âOh, so now you want to talk to me?â he asks. His voice is as hard as his features, eyes glaring at you. Your breathing begins to quicken, gulping as your throat runs dry.
âY-yes. Look Eddie, Iâm really sorry. I guess I thought I was doing what was best for me, and for you. I-â
He scoffs, taking a small step closer to you. âAnd who are you to decide whatâs best for me, huh?â his voice raises slightly. You feel your chest tighten, convinced that the blush that has no doubt started to cover your cheeks has spread there too. You feel the rise and fall of your chest as you take quick, short breaths. âYou know, I really thought you were different. But you showed me youâre just like everyone else. Just throw me to the side like trash when youâve had your use of me, right?â he finishes through gritted teeth.
You feel so fucking small. Others have made you feel this way before. Mainly your mom and some bullies in the past, but never Eddie, and that made it feel so much worse. You canât stop your eyes from beginning to water with tears, biting your bottom lip to keep it from quivering.Â
âNoâŚNo, Eddie I swear it wasnât like that. I didnât mean to hurt you. I just-â you voice comes out weaker than youâd like, embarrassment and guilt overtaking your mind and body.Â
âWell you did! You think you can just take that back like itâs nothing?â you flinch involuntarily as his voice rises further in anger and hurt. You stare up into his burning eyes as a tear falls from yours. You stand there, staring at each other for a moment before you speak up again.
âIâm so sorry, Eddieâ your voice betrays you, cracking as you force the words out of your dry throat. You canât think of anything else to say under his fiery gaze, your brain turning into a jumbled mess. He shakes his head at you, jaw tensing.
âYeah? Well, I donât want to hear it. So why donât you scurry off to your new boyfriend, âKing Harringtonâ!â he seethes out in bitterness, âand donât give me those crocodile tears, Y/N. Itâs not gonna work this time.â he scoffs, shaking his head at you in a mixture of anger and disbelief. You look at him in shock, unable to believe those words just came from his mouth.
He knows why you tend to avoid confrontation. Why you turn red and tears burn your eyes when someone raises their voice at you, or when you decide to be vulnerable with someone close. Eddie had been the only person you ever felt truly safe to be vulnerable with. Past experiences left you misunderstood, belittled, lectured, and emotionally neglected, but never by Eddie. He knows how much it takes for you to cry in front of someone. How much it takes for you to let yourself cry in front of someone. He knows, but he canât stop himself from saying the words thatâll drive a knife right through your heart. All rational thinking out the window, his anger taking the driverâs seat.
His words transfer the same feelings onto you. Lighting a fire within your body, blazing behind your eyes. It barely takes a second for the wave of anger to crash onto you. Before you can stop yourself, your hand shoots out and connects with his cheek in a loud smack. It takes Eddie a moment to register what just happened as he stares at the brick wall his head is now facing. Did you really just slap him? Youâd never hit him like that before, nothing beyond playful slaps or punches on his arm. He knew you harbored anger and aggression inside from your past just like he did, but heâd never seen you lash out on someone like this, and certainly not him. He canât say he should really be surprised, given the hurtful words hurled from his mouth. That thought doesnât extinguish his anger though, as he turns his gaze back onto you.
âFuck you!â You snap, pointing your finger in his face. Itâs all you can muster saying in the moment, your whole body on fire and vibrating in anger.Â
You push past him, throwing open the door back into the school just as the bell ending lunch rings. You quickly wipe your tear-streaked face with your hand as you stomp down the hallway. You take deep breaths, attempting to calm your breathing as you follow the hall to the front doors of the school. You need that smoke break even more now than before, especially if youâre gonna have to sit through a few more hours of quizzes and classes⌠with Eddie. You light a cigarette as soon as you step out the doors. Pacing back and forth in a short line, hoping the nicotine will help to calm your nerves.Â
You expected him to be angry, you could see it from the moment your eyes met on your first day, but you never expected him to stoop so low. Poking at the sensitive spots of your psyche youâd only revealed to him. Maybe you deserved it, maybe this is your karma personally delivered by the very person you hurt. You scoff as you think over his comment about Steve. Your new boyfriend, âKing Harringtonâ? The fuck is he going on about? You figure heâd seen you, Steve, and Robin in the parking lot after your first day. Including your hug with Steve. You didnât know hugging a guy automatically made him your boyfriend.Â
You finish the cigarette as the warning bell rings. You check your face and makeup in your compact mirror, taking another deep breath before venturing back into the school. You arenât sure how youâre gonna be able to focus at all, thoughts still racing through your mind as you enter your English class. You refuse to meet eyes with anyone. Although you wouldnât be meeting Eddieâs anyway, as his seat remains empty through the entire class period, as well as in your last class of the day.Â
Eddie once again secludes to his spot in the woods behind the school. Pacing, smoking, and failing to attempt to focus on last minute touches to tonightâs Hellfire campaign. After a short while the sting on his cheek fades, but still leaves a red-hot warmth in its wake. Maybe he deserved it for hitting a sensitive spot of yours, or maybe you deserved it after breaking his heart. He canât make up his mind on which is right, telling himself he doesnât care either way.Â
You waste no time darting out of your last class when the bell rings, grabbing the last of your things from your locker in record time. Your body had calmed slightly over the last 3 periods of the day since your fight with Eddie, but not your mind. You ruminate on the words said over and over, thinking of different things you wish you had said in the moment. Youâre so consumed in your own thoughts you barely register the laughs and voice of some meathead standing at his locker with his buddies just as you begin to pass them.
âWatch out boys, itâs Miss Piggyâ he snickers to his other jock buddies huddled around him, giggling like he just said the funniest joke on earth. Jason Carver. You just barely recognized the twerp from when you used to live in Hawkins. Though youâd learned to filter most of it out, youâd caught a few comments and looks from him here and there in the past week youâve been here. Youâd just ignored him, deciding it wasnât worth your acknowledgement.Â
Well, not today. You might regret it, but he caught you at the wrong goddamn time.
âJesus Christ. Grow the fuck up, Carver.â You snarl, rolling your eyes as you continue walking past them.
âThe hell you just say to me?!â
Without missing a beat, you throw a middle finger in the air back at them. Not even sparing a backward glance, as much as youâd love to see the look on his face, as you step out the front doors and make a beeline for your truck.Â
You hop in, quickly turning your key in the ignition.Â
Youâre thankful itâs Friday and you donât have to give the boys a ride. Theyâll be occupied with Hellfire after school, meaning you donât have to deal with Dustinâs prying questions once he reads you like a damn book.
You head home to pack a change of clothes and grab the movie you picked for movie night before changing into your work clothes.Â
For the first time in your life, youâre hoping for a busy dinner rush at the restaurant. Anything to keep your mind busy and distracted from the persistent thoughts of him. You get your wish, tonight is no exception to the usual Friday night dinner rush. A steady flow of dishes coming back to the kitchen for you to clean. Unfortunately, not even the music on the radio in the kitchen or non-stop motions of dishwashing are enough to keep the thoughts of him from bursting through your mind.Â
However, the busyness of the night does help to quiet the thoughts slightly, and makes the hours go by quickly. Before you know it, itâs 11pm when youâre done with your closing tasks. Clocking out, you enter the cool September evening air with a pep in your step, excited to meet up with Steve and Robin. Knowing their presence alone along with one of your favorite comfort movies will help to lighten your mood a bit.
You know the two should be preparing to close around now. You pull into the Family Video parking lot at the perfect timing, just as theyâre locking the doors. They throw excited waves your way, before climbing into Steveâs car and driving toward Steveâs house, your car following closely behind. You roll down your window, letting the cool night air wash over your warm face, and turn the radio on to the local rock station.Â
Given the passing hours and prospect of movie night, youâve mostly calmed down since your fight with Eddie. Body no longer on edge and shaking with anger. Your heart still carries a heaviness to it, and your thoughts mostly remain the same. You hate how hard it is for your mind to let things go, to not constantly ruminate about things.
Caught on a one-way street
The taste of bittersweet
Love will survive somehow, some way
You havenât been able to let the feelings of hurt and anger from Eddieâs words go yet. You know theyâll stick with you for days, maybe weeks. Hell, maybe youâll never be able to let it go. Every word he said floats through your head. Now that youâre not as activated, you recognize he was only wanting to hurt you back for hurting him. You figure his comment about Steve probably stemmed from jealousy. Maybe he thought you replaced him with Steve. The accusing him of being your boyfriend part still confuses you, but you decide itâs something maybe you wonât ever understand.Â
One love feeds the fire
One heart burns desire
I wonder, who's crying now?
You donât blame Eddie for wanting to hurt you back. Still, part of you feels like you didnât deserve the spiteful comments. As you replay his words in your head for the 100th time today, the sting in your chest doesnât lessen, now threatening to spread to your eyes. You cough, rapidly blinking to stubbornly push the tears away before they can even well in your eyes. Goosebumps spread across your skin as you take in the words of the Journey song playing on the radio.
So many wrongs or rights
Neither could change their headstrong ways
And in a lover's rage
They tore another page
The fighting is worth the love they sav-
You hastily turn off the radio, choosing to sit in silence for the few remaining minutes of the drive to Steveâs. Youâve managed to live without Eddie in your life for 2.5 years now. Sure, itâs hurt like hell, and this time you have to actually physically see him. But you can continue to live without him, you decide. Maybe holding onto the hurt from his words will help, make it easier to move forward without him. You donât know, but youâre gonna have to try. That much is clear.Â
You take a deep breath as you park your car behind Steveâs in his driveway. Gathering your things, youâre greeted by hugs in the middle of the driveway. You avoid talking too much about your day outside of work, opting to redirect the conversation to their days as Steve unlocks the front door, laughing at their stories of clueless customers.. If theyâve noticed your avoidance in talking about your day or an off-ness to your demeanor, they donât mention it.Â
You needlessly ask Steve if you can shower to rid yourself of the smell of grease before the movie, already knowing heâd say yes. Turns out itâs just what you need, walking back out to the living room in your pajamas feeling more relaxed. Steve and Robin have changed too, sitting on the sofa replaying the events of their shift. You notice the coffee table is already filled with your staple movie night snacks and drinks.
âSo, what bloody slasher will I be forced to endure tonight?â Steve asks as you round the couch to stand in front of them.
âNo bloody slashers tonight, Stevie.â You laugh as you reach for your movie in your overnight bag. âTonight, we will be watching⌠Grease 2.â You announce with a smile, completely shocking Steve. Robin nods in agreement to the movie, grabbing the bowl of popcorn as she gets comfortable in her seat on the couch. As a band kid, you knew Robin would be down for it, loving practically any musical.
Steve, on the other hand, was skeptical.
âGreaseâŚ2? The nowhere near as good sequel?â He asks with furrowed brows and a slight frown.
âSteve, have you ever even watched it?â you sigh, putting your hands on your hips.
âWell, no⌠but Iâve heard-â
âLet me just stop you there. Look, I love the original Grease just as much as anyone. Iâve watched it at least 100 times. I even had to buy another copy of it cause I burned through the first one watching it so much. Itâs a classic, yes. However, I personally prefer the sequel.â When Steveâs face continues to meet yours in confusion and disbelief, you continue. His and Robinâs eyes follow you as you slowly pace back and forth in front of them. âItâs⌠campy, and fun! The songs are fun, the characterâs are fun. And it works because it doesnât take itself too seriously. AND the gender reversal with the guy being the one whoâs chasing after the âcoolâ girl, learning how to ride a motorcycle and changing his style to win her attention is, I think, a perspective shift much needed in this day and age.â You ramble, pointing at Steve as his eyebrows rise, Robin watching you in amusement.Â
âSo yes, we will be watching Grease 2 because it is one of my comfort films and you know what⌠I really need that tonight.â You sigh as you finish, finally stopping your pacing. You watch as they take in your words, the shift in tone and demeanor at the end. Before they can say or ask anything, you quickly start up again.
âAnd besides, Steve, are you really going to let the opinions of others influence your own before youâve even given it a chance?â You ask, looking at him expectantly. âAnd youâre really gonna tell me you donât want to watch 90 minutes of Michelle Pfiefer looking totally hot and badass while singing and dancing?â you finally finish, hands on your hips as you look at him. Robin looks at Steve with a grin, completely amused as she throws more popcorn into her mouth.Â
âYeah, Steve. Are you really going to let yourself be a mindless follower and conformist?â Robin pokes, smirking with a mouthful of popcorn.
Steve sighs, realizing this is yet another argument he will not win against you.Â
âYouâre right, youâre right. Okay, Iâll keep an open mind!â he states, raising his hands in surrender.Â
âGood.â You state with a self-satisfied smile as you pop the tape into the VHS player, plopping down on the couch in the middle of the two.
Watching one of your favorite comfort films with your best friends gives you just what you expected, completely taking your mind off the events of the day. Drinking your favorite soda and eating your favorite snacks. You and Robin sing and shimmy along to the songs, laughing at the stupid jokes and silly characters. A few peeks at Steve show heâs fully immersed, specifically in the scenes with Pfieffer, just as you predicted. You even catch him laughing at a few points throughout the film, especially during the âReproductionâ number. Towards the end of the film, you feel Robinâs head rest on your shoulder. You start to feel yourself growing tired as well, the stress of the day and late night hour setting in. As the film finishes you look at Steve, waiting for his opinion.
âAlright, Iâll give it to you. It wasnât as bad as I thought itâd be. I still think the first one is better though.âÂ
âAlright, thatâs fair.â you say to him with a soft smile. âThanks for giving it a chance anyway, for me.â
âAnytime.â he smirks at you before stretching with a yawn. âWell, I think Iâm gonna call it a night. The spare room is open for you as usual.â
âSounds good, besides the fact I have this big sleeping baby on my shoulder.â you giggle as you take a peek at Robin, soft snores escaping her open mouth.
âI got thisâ he states as he gets up, gently maneuvering Robinâs body off your shoulder and towards the arm of the couch.
You yawn and stretch as you stand, telling Steve goodnight as you head upstairs to the spare bedroom heâs let you crash in after every late movie night over the summer. You groan softly as you snuggle under the cool comforter, feeling the sweet release of sleep quickly approaching. This night was just what you needed after today. All worries pushed away to deal with later.
(If there are no Grease 2 lovers, I am dead. )
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Chapter Summary: It's your first day back at Hawkins High. Your day goes as expected, until you see the face of your ex-best friend, Eddie Munson, at a lunch table with your younger friends.
WC: 5.7k
Warnings: MDNI. Explicit language used. Descriptions of anxiety, mentions of depression.
Notes: I've been dying to post this chapter. I've been waiting to post chapters until I have the next one finished, and it's been harder than expected to not just post them right away. This chapter features time spent with the younger kids, and Steve and Robin, as well as a little flashback. I hope you guys enjoy!
Monday, September 16th, 1985
Your eyes slowly open, taking in the dawn sky peeking through your curtains as the sun begins to rise. Your eyes shift to the clock by your bed, 5 minutes before your alarm goes off. Yawning, your hand falls to rest on your cat Henny, peacefully sleeping against your chest. You smile as you gently pet his soft black fur, enjoying the few moments of peace before you have to get ready. Moments of peace, soon interrupted by anxious thoughts about your first day back at Hawkins High. The repetitive feeling of your catâs fur against your hand helps to keep your thoughts from spiraling too much. That is until the sudden, loud blaring of your alarm caused him to sprint off the bed in a flash. You snort out a laugh as you quickly turn off your alarm.
Stretching out all your limbs, you climb out of bed with a sigh and head to the bathroom to start your morning routine. You spend a few minutes browsing your wardrobe, deciding on what to wear for your first day outfit. Finally deciding on a pair of your favorite acid wash jeans that hug your curves, a Metallica Ride the Lightning shirt, and your trusty, worn black converse hi-tops. You turn to your vanity, beginning your usual hair and make-up routine. You kept your hair in its natural form, only adding some hairspray to your roots to add some volume. Followed by a smokey eye, winged eyeliner, mascara, and some chapstick. You grab your bag, keys, and a pack of pop-tarts, giving Henny a kiss on his head before heading out the door.Â
You start your truck, turning the dial of the radio until you hear the familiar sounds of Hall & Oates. You light a menthol cigarette, a habit picked up from your parents and the stress of the last few years, before backing out of your driveway. You take note of the same unfamiliar van in Uncle Wayneâs driveway as you pull out of the trailer park. As you drive down the road, singing along to Out of Touch, you feel that familiar anxious knot start to form in your stomach as you get closer to the school.
A knot that only grows when you pull into Hawkins Highâs parking lot, noting all the cars and students already there. You pull into an open space in the back and park your truck, sighing as you finish your cigarette, eyes roaming among the students lingering around their cars. Starting at a new school was never easy, but starting at a new school after the year had already started was worse. Today marked the 3rd week of the school year. You hope the year was still fresh enough that no one would pay particular attention to a newer face. Who were you kidding, in a town as small as Hawkins? Of course they would notice. You groan before deciding, Fuck it, letâs get this over with. You grab your bag and begin walking toward the school entrance, not letting your eyes linger away from the main doors to meet the ones of your fellow students.
After 3 years, the halls of Hawkins High are still familiar to you, finding your way to the principalâs office easily. You enter, eyes falling onto a middle-aged woman, clad in all purple clothing and accessories as you approach her desk.Â
âHi, uhm-â you cleared your throat, prompting her eyes to lift to meet yours. âItâs my first day. My mom already took care of the paperwork. Iâm here to get my locker and class schedule.â You notice the way her eyes look you over, squinting scrutinizingly in the process.
âName?â she asks, voice monotone as she reaches for a folder of papers in the desk drawer. You give your name, watching as she shuffles through them. Your eyes briefly look around, landing on the door to the Principalâs office. You canât help rolling your eyes as you notice the plaque on the door, Principal Higgins. Canât wait to deal with that prick again. You look back to the receptionist as she wordlessly hands over 2 papers with your locker information and your class schedule. Her eyes never look back up to you as she quickly resumes her previous task. Your body shifts awkwardly.Â
âUh, thank you. Have a good oneâ you politely offer as you turn to leave. Rolling your eyes and muttering âRude bitchâ as you re-enter the halls and head to your first class.
Your first few classes of the day go as expected. Much to your dismay, your presence had caught the eyes and attention of a few of your peers. If it wasnât for the fact that your presence in their classes is new, your looks would be grabbing their attention regardless. You did your best to be as unbothered as you could, ignoring their gazes and whispers as you focused on the lectures or doodling in your notebook. As you sit in your last class before lunch, you canât help but feel frustrated at your predicament.
Moving back to Virginia in 10th grade had fucked everything up for you. To say you were devastated after the move is an understatement. You struggled to adjust; switching schools half-way through the school year, leaving behind Eddie, your Dad, and your parents' crumbled marriage. You fell into a depression and didnât attempt to make new friends or try to pass your classes. By the end of your 10th grade year youâd failed most of your classes, causing you to be held back and having to redo the year over again. If your family had never fallen apart and youâd never moved, you wouldâve graduated this past May.Â
Thereâs no point in lingering on it now, itâs done. The best thing you could do now is stay on top of your schoolwork, graduate next May and hopefully go off to college in the Fall to start the rest of your life.
Your eyes shoot up from your notebook as the bell rings, dragging you out of your thoughts. You collect your things, following your peers into the quickly crowding halls. You originally planned to spend your lunch period in the library, setting up your school planner and figuring out assignments you already needed to catch up on. However, your young friend Mike Wheeler on the other hand, insisted that you come and sit with the boys for lunch when youâd called and let them know you were back in Hawkins.Â
~
The cafeteria buzzes with its usual chatter, as does the Hellfire table. Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and Grant discuss the latest DnD campaign, begging Eddie for details of the upcoming one this Friday. Eddie laughs bashfully, denying their requests. Until he notices the newer, younger members of Hellfire completely oblivious to their conversation, and thoroughly engaged in their own. Eddie attempts to filter out the whines of the older members.
âIâm so happy sheâs back, I canât believe it.â Dustin remarks.
âI know! You told her to come sit with us right?â Lucas directs at Mike, who eagerly nods his head in response.
âYeah, has anyone seen her yet?â
The other two boys shake their heads.
âI couldâve sworn I saw her on my way to 3rd period but I wasnât sureâ Dustin adds.
âMan. Itâs nice weâll actually get to go to school together, at least for this year.â Lucas says, referencing the few years you have on them.
Itâs a rapid fire conversation Eddie can barely hear. Just when heâs about to interrupt and ask who the hell theyâre talking about,
âOh wait, there she is!â
Eddieâs eyes follow to where the younger boysâ eyes and small waves are directed toward, eyes landing on you.
Eddieâs movements freeze, breath hitching in his throat as he watches you. Itâs like everything moves in slow motion. Your eyes quickly scan the cafeteria, uncertainty sketched across your face. Until your eyes catch the younger boys, and a breathtaking smile spreads across your face that knocks the air right out of his goddamn lungs. You giggle softly as you begin to walk towards them. And all Eddie can do is fucking stare.Â
He has to force himself to blink multiple times to make sure heâs not dreaming. Itâs really you. What the fuck, itâs you?? He could only watch in disbelief, brain short circuiting. In the nearly 3 years that had passed, you really didnât look much different at all. You did seem more confident, comfortable in yourself. Your features had matured a bit more too, but you still had that same baby face; pink, chubby cheeks and soft jawline. Only now your hair is a few shades lighter and youâre sporting a nose ring. Your body had filled out more too, the same body Eddie had practically gawked over seen from his bedroom window yesterday. Now that he has a view from the front, he canât stop his eyes from fully looking you over. From your gorgeous face, to the faint outline of your plush stomach through your Metallica shirt, to your thick thighs that rubbed against each other as you walked. Eddie was still frozen in place as you finally approach the table, eyes not having met his yet.Â
You greet the younger boys with a smile,Â
âHey budsâ you exclaim happily. Your arms wrap around Mike and Lucas, giving them both a half hug before rounding the other side of the table to Dustin, ruffling his hair playfully.Â
âHowâs freshman year treating yâall?â You ask genuinely. You canât deny that you had worried a bit for them. Freshman year can be rough, especially for a âfreakâ.
âGoodâ
âEhâ
âNot so badâ Mike shrugs, âthe club has helped.â His head gestures to the other, older boys at the rest of the table.Â
Your eyes follow, noting the other boysâ eyes are already on you, watching in subtle curiosity. Your eyes land on the boy sitting at the head of the table. Hair long, dark, and wild. An unreadable expression on his face, dark brown eyes boring into yours.Â
Eddie. Fuckkkk.Â
Your eyes widen slightly, smile faltering as you try to swallow the lump that just lodged itself in your throat. You try your best to put on a genuine smile, only partially effective as an awkward half smile tugs at your lips.Â
âHey, Eddieâ you offer with a small nod.
His mind finally snaps out of its daze, reality and resentment setting in. He coughs lightly, clearing his throat as his features and gaze harden.
âY/Nâ he offers, voice cold as he snatches his gaze from yours. He resumes eating his pretzels, as if your very presence didnât just shatter his world as he knew it.Â
âYou guys know each other?â Lucas asks curiously.
Dustin turns his head to look up at you behind him, eyes widening.
âWait⌠Eddie? As in THE Eddie⌠that taught you DnD?â Dustin asks.
You give him a tight lipped smile as you nod,Â
âThe one and only.â
You begin to fidget on your feet uncomfortably, stomach turning.Â
âI canât believe I didnât connect the dots until now.â Dustin breathes out slowly.
âWhoa⌠you should totally join and play with us!â Mike quickly adds.
Abort mission. Abort mission. Your thoughts scream at you.Â
âOh, thatâs alright.â You dismiss him quickly with a smile and small wave of your hand, âAnyway, I just came by to say âHiâ to you guys real quick. I gotta get going.â
Youâre greeted with a chorus of groans from the younger boys. You offer a small nod and tight-lipped smile to the older boys. Your eyes briefly glance at Eddie, whose eyes havenât left his pretzels since first leaving yours. You tell the younger boys youâll see them later as you begin to walk off towards the exit. Finally releasing a breath you didnât realize you were holding. A breath thatâs quickly catching in your throat again as you hear fast footsteps approaching from behind you and feel a hand on your shoulder. You relax as you turn and see Dustinâs face.
âHey, wait. So reaalllly quick. Lucas and Mike wanted me to ask if you wouldnât mind giving us a ride home after school?âÂ
âSeriously man?â You let out a genuine laugh, caught off guard.
âOh, come onnn. You remember how much it sucks to ride the bus! Pretty pretty please??â Dustin asks, putting on the best puppy eyes he can manage. You roll your eyes and groan playfully at him.
âFine, but whoever gets to my truck first gets to sit in the cab with me, the last 2 are stuck in the truck bedâ you add.Â
If youâre gonna be stuck giving them a ride, youâd at least get some entertainment out of watching them race for the best seat. Dustin salutes you before scurrying back to the Hellfire table as you turn and walk out of the cafeteria as quickly as your legs can take you.
Gareth, Jeff, and Grant share curious, confused, but knowing glances at each other and Eddie. Picking up on the undeniable tension in the air between him and this girl. Feeling their eyes on him, and before Gareth can even open his mouth, Eddieâs hand shoots up to cut him off.
âDonât.âÂ
Theyâd drop it for now, but Eddie knew it was only a matter of time before it was brought up, whether by them or the newer members whom you seemed to know so well.Â
~
Shitshitshit! Your thoughts rapidly fly through your head as you hightail it to the library to spend the remainder of your lunch. Eddieâs was the last face you expected to see at school, in Hawkins. Let alone sitting at a table, in a DnD club with your young friends. What the hell is he still doing here anyway? Remember that comforting, hopeful feeling you had? It was long gone now, dissipating at the sight of your old best friend. Crumbling into ashes as your eyes met his, his face even more beautiful than you remembered⌠and hardened as he saw you.Â
You were so confused. Last you knew of Eddie was that he had hooked up with some girl who worked for a record company in LA, recording a demo tape for a record deal back in Spring 84â. At least thatâs what you and Eddieâs friend from the trailer park and Corroded Coffin's drummer, Ronnie had relayed to you over the phone. Youâd asked her not to give you any more updates about him after that, the news making your stomach drop. When she went off to NYU later that year, you figured the band had just replaced her with a new drummer.
You enter the library and head towards an old spot of yours, a table in the back tucked between bookshelves rarely perused by your peers. Your head falls into your hands as you plop down into a chair, sighing deeply as you attempt to calm your thoughts and breathing. All those thoughts and feelings about Eddie youâd tried to bury over the last few years were now clawing their way out of the grave and overtaking your mind.Â
You feebly try to push them down again. You look at the lunch you had packed for yourself. Knowing you couldnât stomach it right now, you pull out your planner and syllabi from your earlier classes. It only leads to your thoughts of Eddie and your school work hashing it out in your head for your undivided attention. You sigh again, already knowing which will be the winner. Leaning back in your chair, you think about how exactly you got here. How the best friend youâve ever had could barely make any eye contact with you, and the sight of him made you have a near panic attack.
~
It had been a cloudy day in early December 1982, when you dragged your feet across the road to the Munson trailer. Sprinkles of rain began to fall, soaking into your hair as you dreaded breaking the news to your best friend. You willed away the tears that were already building in your eyes before you could even step onto Uncle Wayneâs porch. A few moments after your weak knocks on the door, it opened to reveal your best friend. His signature cheeky smile plastered on his face, quickly slipping away when he noted the somber look on yours.
âHey, hey. Whatâs wrong?â He asked softly, hand reaching for your arm as he stepped out the trailer to join you on the porch. You couldnât look him in the eyes, you knew as soon as you did you wouldnât be able to stop the waterfall.Â
âIâm leaving, EddieâŚâ you mutter, voice soft and cracking.Â
âLeaving? W-What do you mean?â Eddie asks, confusion seeping through his voice and features. You gulp, trying to calm yourself before you continue. âIs it your dad? Is he giving you guys problems? I told you, you can come to me and Wayne if he-â
âNo-No. Heâs in the tank for a DUI right now a-and Mom thinks⌠itâs perfect timing to just get away, put some distanceâŚâ you manage to get out. You take a deep breath before willing yourself to look up and finally meet his eyes. âWeâre moving back to Virginia.âÂ
Your eyes search his as yours begin to well with tears. Finally saying the words to him made it real, definite, final. He sighs deeply, a small frown pulling at his lips.
âCâmereâŚâ He whispers, pulling you into his chest as his arms wrap around and squeeze you tightly. His gesture causes your tears to fall freely. You almost feel bad that youâre no doubt soaking his shirt and leaving behind an embarrassing wet spot, but the feeling of his arms around you and the sad, anxious thoughts flying through your mind distract you from it.
âItâs gonna be okayâ he says reassuringly, a hand softly rubbing up and down your back.
After a minute he pulls back, hands holding both of your arms as he looks at you with a small smile.
âThey have phones back in Virginia, right?â he asks, joking lightly. Anything to lessen the frown and tears streaking your cheeks. You smirk softly in response, nodding your head as you wipe your tears. âThen itâll be okay. Weâll call a-and talk about school, new records, DnD campaigns⌠that dick Higginsâ A brief, wet laugh escapes your mouth at his words.Â
âall the things we talk about now. I promise.â He finishes, moving one of his hands from your arm to extend his pinky finger out to you. A long playful gesture youâve done since meeting in 4th grade. You take a moment to let his words and optimism sink in.Â
You wrap your pinky finger around his, offering back a small smile. âPromise.â
~
The bell signaling the end of the lunch period pulls you out of your memory. You collect your things, taking your place in the halls among your peers as you head toward your next class. Only 3 more periods to get through, thatâs it. Just 3. Then you can go home, and dig into your stash for some relief from this whirlwind of a day. You take a deep breath and put on a brave face as you walk into your English class. Youâre one of the first students there, quickly grabbing an open seat in the back. Settling in, you pull out your notebook from your bag, facing toward the front of the class just as a patched denim jacket catches your eye. Eddie saunters in, dropping ungracefully into a seat in the back, 2 rows away from you. This canât be happening. You lace your fingers together, resting your mouth against them as you stare at the board, not daring to let your eyes wander towards the long haired boy.
A soft gasp coming from your right grabs your attention,Â
âHey, I know you! Scoops Ahoy right?â You look over the girl as she takes a seat next to you. She looks familiar, youâd definitely seen her a few times while you were working at Scoops this summer. Donna? Denise? Debbie? You tried remembering the girl's name, knowing Steve had mentioned it at some point.
You clear your throat before answering, âYeah, mhm. Thatâs me.â
âOh my gosh. I still canât believe what happened with the fire. I mean, a grease fire? From that god awful Hot Dog on a Stick place? Still so crazy to me.â She states, shaking her head in disbelief. You nod softly in response.
âYeah, tell me about it. Guess they never learned grease and water donât mix.â You breathe out a soft laugh, âNot an experience Iâll forget anytime soon, thatâs for sure.â
âFor sure, I bet! Hey, I thought I remembered Steve saying something about you just visiting for the summer⌠Iâm guessing youâre here to stay?âÂ
You were a little taken aback at how kind sheâs being. She seemed nice enough buying ice cream, but holding a full on conversation with you in a classroom was unexpected. By the looks of her, she wouldnât be considered a âfreakâ by any means. Not popular, but not an outcast either.
âYeah thatâs right, at least until graduation.â you respond with a soft smile that she quickly returns.
âCool. Well anyway, Iâm glad you guys made it out okay.â
âThanks, me tooâ You finish as she settles into her seat, just as Ms. OâDonnel begins to speak at the front of the class.
As you settle back into your own seat, your cheeks warm. He didnât hear that, did he? You try to pay attention to Ms. OâDonnel as she discusses The Catcher in the Rye when you can feel eyes on you. Taking in your peripheral vision confirms it. Yep, he definitely heard that. Eddie is practically staring daggers at the side of your face before scoffing, shaking his head and looking toward the front of the class.Â
It takes every fiber of his being to not storm out of the classroom right in that moment, but he actually wanted to try and graduate this year, so he stays. Leg rapidly bouncing, biting down his already short nails just to attempt to calm the nerves and emotions raging through his body. Seeing you again, then to overhear that you had been visiting Hawkins in the summer this whole time⌠itâs too much for him to process. Heâs hurting, fucking heartbroken actually, but thatâs being overshadowed by anger. He knew it. Part of him never wanted to fully admit it to himself, but now he knows itâs true. You had truly abandoned him. Heâs never blamed you for moving back to Virginia. That wasnât your fault. You had no control over it, and he knew that. What he could never understand though, was why a couple months after youâd moved, you stopped calling and returning his calls. He used to go over and over in his head if he had done something, said something wrong and could never think of anything. He had tried not to let himself linger on it for too long and put on a tough front. He had been wrong about you, heâd decided. You were just like all the other people in his life that just hurt and abandoned him. Thatâs what he had to tell himself to move on and not drive himself crazy. Even if part of him didnât, wouldnât believe it. Well now he knows. Youâd been visiting in the summers this whole time, and never bothered to tell him or see him? He still doesnât understand why, but now he knows that he was right.
As soon as the bell rings, Eddieâs the first out of his seat and out of the door. You take a deep breath, wanting nothing more than to crawl in a hole and hide, the undeniable feeling of guilt overtaking you. You know you canât, however. Youâre going to have to tough it out for 2 more periods. Eddie doesnât even attempt it, immediately walking out to his spot in the woods behind the school to smoke, to try to calm his body and mind so he can at least try to attend his last class of the day.Â
Art happens to be his last class of the day, a class that he notices upon entering, is another he has to share with you. If you had known your first day was going to go like this, you wouldâve just stayed in bed with Henny all day. You shake your head to yourself, knowing this is something you wonât be able to avoid and run away from for long. Is that something you even want? You tended to avoid conflict and confrontation at all cost⌠but you love Eddie. You miss Eddie. You know things are the way they are because of you. You have to take responsibility for it. You had known dropping contact with Eddie might hurt him, but you told yourself it probably wouldnât bother him that much and heâd move on quickly. The insecure part of your brain told you, you probably didnât mean as much to him as he did to you. Seeing his reaction today at lunch, and in class overhearing of your summer visits he wasnât included in, tells you youâre dead wrong. What the hell am I going to do? How am I going to fix this?
When the bell rings this time to signal the end of the school day, youâre the first out of your seat and the classroom. Stopping at your locker to collect the last of your things into your bag before heading to the front doors. Stepping outside you take a deep breath of fresh air, digging for your pack of cigarettes and quickly lighting one. You close your eyes as you blow out the smoke, immediately feeling slightly calmer.
Then, just as if the gods have heard your plea for some lightness to this quickly souring day, you spot a familiar BMW pulling into the front of the school. You canât deny the smile that quickly appears on your face. You put out your cig before Robin inevitably joins, knowing her distaste for it. You stroll over to the car as Steve parks it, already jumping out of the driver's seat to wrap you in a tight hug. You giggle, hugging him back.
âHey, haircut. Miss me that much already?â
âHush it, Y/L/N.â Steve quips. A split second later, you hear a rapidly approaching squeal before a body is pushed against your back, effectively putting you in the middle of a human sandwich hug.
âOh, Y/N! Thank god youâre here. I didnât know how much more of Steve I could bear on my own!â Robin exclaims exasperatedly, resting her head on top of yours. You let out a belly laugh, enjoying the comfort of their presence and hugs before begging them to let you go.Â
âSo, how was your first day back?â Steve asks as you both lean back against his car.Â
You roll your eyes, sighing as you shake your head.Â
âThatâs the last thing I wanna talk about right nowâ When they meet you with concerned, sympathetic looks, you add âItâll be alright though. Iâm just so happy to see you guys, itâs just what I needed.â You offer them a genuine smile.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot the familiar curls of Dustin rushing out of the front doors of the school. Eyes quickly scanning the parking lot before landing on you. You point toward your truck in the back of the parking lot.Â
âBlack truck!â you shout, trying to hold back your laughter as you watch his eyes follow your finger before scurrying across the parking lot.
âUh, HELLO, Henderson?!â Steve exclaims, arms thrown in the air in disbelief.
âI donât have time for you right now, Steven!!â Dustin shrieks in response, dodging other student bodies as he races for the best seat. You canât hold it in anymore at that, throwing your head back in laughter with Robin.
âJeez. Guess Iâm chopped liver, then.â Steve scoffs, shaking his head as he looks back over to you two.
âOof. Thatâs rough, bud. How will your fragile ego ever recover?â Robin remarks, rubbing Steveâs arm in fake sympathy.
âYeah, yeah. Laugh it up.â
You notice Mike and Lucas run out of the school seconds later, playing out the same actions as Henderson. Cursing when they see Dustinâs already ahead of them.Â
âOh, Y/N! You should totally apply to Family Video and work with us!â Robin exclaims excitedly.
âYeah, itâll be the three amigos again!â Steve adds, eliciting a groan and eye roll from Robin who lightly pushes him.
âDingusâ
âWhile I would love nothing more, I already promised my aunt Iâd work for her at the restaurantâ You respond with a pout. âBut, you can definitely count on me coming in to bother yâall on your shifts.âÂ
They have a shift this afternoon so you part ways, hugging them goodbye with promises to talk later. Steve insists he wants to hear all the details about your day, when youâre ready to share of course. You smile, waving them off as you walk toward your truck. The 3 boys crowding around the passenger door, bickering with each other.Â
âDustin was here first. You two in the back, no arguments!â You state simply as you unlock the doors. As everyone gets settled, you quickly flip through your cassettes, putting in Motorheadâs Overkill album. As you begin to pull out from your parking spot, your eyes briefly land on Eddie. He stands at the front of the school, leaning against a pillar as he smokes a cigarette. Gareth is talking to him, but his eyes are on you. Catching the events of the last few minutes, cozying up with Steve Harrington of all people. You notice Garethâs eyes follow Eddieâs to yours before you quickly return your focus to getting the hell away from this school.Â
When you pull up to a red light, you open the small back window.
âWhose house am I dropping yâall off at?âÂ
âMine is fine!â Mike responds, âWeâve got some homework to work on.â
You nod before a thought pops into your head.
âHeyâ you turn your head slightly to look at Dustin and the boys in the back, âHow is Max doing? I didnât see her today.â
The boys are quiet for a moment, pondering what to say, causing your eyebrows to furrow in worry.
âSheâs uh- she took everything that happened at the mall⌠Billy⌠pretty hard.â Mike finally says.
âShe doesnât really hang out with us much anymore. Her and her mom moved into the trailer park actually.â Dustin adds quietly.
âShe broke up with me.â Lucas says after a few moments, unable to hide the sadness in his voice.
Your eyes widen in shock for a moment before you fully turn your head back, eyes meeting Lucas.
âIâm really sorry, bud. She probably just needs some time. Iâm sure you guys will be able to work things out.â You offer sympathetically, Lucas giving you a soft nod and half-smile in return.Â
You sigh, elbow resting on the bottom of your window frame, driving again as the light turns green. You make a mental note to figure out which trailer sheâs moved into, keep an eye out for her at school and check in on her. Hearing sheâs pulled away from the group and broke up with Lucas worries you, you donât want her to have to go through this struggle alone.
Dustin breaks the silence a few moments later.
âSooooo, whatâs up with you and Eddie?â you choke out a laugh and shake your head. Real smooth, Dustin. âI mean, from the way you used to talk about him, you two seemed really close. But I picked up on that tension at lunch. Something happened, I know it.â he prods further, like this was a mystery heâs determined to insert himself in and solve.
âNosey much, Henderson?â you say, side-eyeing him.
âIâm just saying. Weâre close with you⌠and now Eddie is our dungeon master, weâre getting close with him⌠things could get sticky if thereâs some tension there, which I know for a fact there is.â
âOh is that so?â you retort, feeling relief as you pull into the boysâ neighborhood, knowing there isnât as much time as Dustin would like to continue pushing you for information. âDustin, I love ya. But respectfully, itâs none of your damn business, bud.â You finish, scrunching your nose at him teasingly. He puts his hands up defensively, dropping the conversation as you pull up to Mikeâs house. You bid them farewell with a smile and wave as they thank you for the ride.Â
You might have sped on the drive back to your trailer, just a little bit. You still have a few more hours till your mom gets home, and you want nothing more than the comfort of home and the familiar green plant in your lungs after your day. You donât spare a glance at the trailer across the street as you pull in, quickly hopping out of the truck and unlocking the front door. You groan in relief as you quickly rid yourself of your bra and jeans, slipping into your comfy house shorts. You grab a blunt you pre-rolled, a lighter, and your portable radio before walking out the back door and sitting on the back steps. Youâre grateful your small backyard is obscured from the views of your neighbors by some trees and bushes as you light your blunt. You lean back against the stair railing, listening to the sounds of Fleetwood Mac as you let the calming effects of your weed start to take over. Even as your body and mind calm, a single question repeatedly pushes into your thoughts.
How am I going to fix this?
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(Eddie Munson x Plus Size!Fem!Reader)
Chapter 1
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WC: 2.8k
Warnings: MDNI. Explicit language used. Parental alcohol abuse, toxic family relationships, and bullying mentioned.
Author's Note: This first chapter is on the shorter side as it is mainly set-up, and provides a lot of information on Reader's background and friendships with other main characters.
Sunday, September 15th, 1985
The warm September air engulfs your face, blowing through your hair as the familiar streets of Hawkins pass by. Sitting in the passenger seat, head leaning against the door frame, and Led Zeppelin playing on a cassette tape as your mom drives the route home. Your new, and old home. It still didnât feel quite real that you were back here, not so soon, and not to stay. Though you werenât born there, Hawkins has always been the place you think of when you hear âhomeâ. It wasnât just the town or the trailer youâd lived in, but the people here that you held the fondest memories of in your heart and formed the deepest bonds youâve ever had with anyone.
You were born in Virginia, and lived there until you were 8 years old. Until Dadâs drinking led him to lose yet another job, leaving your mother at a loss for what to do. She was smart and skilled, but didnât make nearly enough money to support the family at the time. Her sister, Aunt Patty, encouraged your family to move out to where she lived in Hawkins, Indiana. Maybe a big move and change of pace was just what your family needed, she suggested. So, the summer before the start of 4th grade in 1976, your family made the move to the Forest Hills Trailer Park in Hawkins, Indiana. Your uncle helped your dad get a job with him doing construction, while your mother managed to find a decent paying receptionist job.Â
Your home life wasnât great. Your parentâs relationship was tumultuous at best, largely due to your fatherâs drinking problems. You and your mother at times were the best of friends, other times she made you feel like you were never good enough to meet her standards, whether it was with your weight, your grades, or how you dressed. Your school life had never been great either, and that didnât change in Hawkins. You occasionally dealt with bullies that liked to make fat jokes, but it wasnât all bad, you also formed some good, solid friendships too.Â
Meanwhile, the issues at home and with your parentsâ marriage only intensified after the move. After 6 years in Hawkins, your mom had finally had enough of your dadâs bullshit, kicking him out and planning to divorce him. A couple days later, he landed in Jail for a DUI, his 3rd one to be specific. A week after that, 3 months into your 10th grade year in late 1982, a UHAUL was packed up with all your belongings, moving your mom and you back to Virginia to stay with family.Â
While the events of your home and school life were sometimes painful, you were grateful that they led you to seek out music for comfort and coping. Music is the love of your life, and what you always turn to when life and your thoughts feel like itâs just too much to bear. It started with the classics that your family raised you on, from Patsy Cline to Jimi Hendrix to Lynyrd Skynyrd to Johnny Cash. You loved all kinds of music, expanding your taste and catalog to a huge variety throughout the years, even beginning to work odd jobs in your early teens to fund your musical exploration. Music wasnât just a way for you to escape, but became a way to express yourself as well. You learned how to play guitar and bass, and began songwriting as well as a means of emotional release and self-expression. It was the only thing that kept you sane through your life transitions, especially during the years living in Hawkins when problems at home intensified. Music, and him⌠Eddie Munson.
*Oh, all of my love, all of my love
Oh, all of my love to youâŚ*
Your chest tightened as your thoughts inevitably went to him, how could they not? You tried your best to steer your mind away from him during the move back to Hawkins, but it was pointless. Eddie had been your best friend all those years you lived here, some of the hardest years of your life. Honestly, he was the best friend youâve ever had. You liked to think you were the same for him, at least then. Your trailer was right across the street from Eddieâs Uncle Wayneâs trailer, Eddie oftentimes staying with Wayne for weeks or months at a time whenever Al Munson disappeared on a bender, some crime scheme, or his stints in jail. Though, you didnât end up meeting Eddie until a few months after you moved and started 4th grade at Hawkins Elementary.Â
A soft smile creeps across your face as you remember 5th grade Eddie, coming to your rescue when you tripped in the hallway at school, other students standing around and laughing at you. Your 9 year old self was mortified, so embarrassed, until Eddie appeared and told them all where they could shove it, effectively clearing the halls of students and helping you up. From then on, anytime he was at Wayneâs you two would hang out; playing make believe in the woods next to the trailer park, Eddie teaching you how to play DnD, sharing books, music, and watching scary movies. You two bonded over your pain caused by your family and Hawkinsâ residents whoâd branded you as outcasts. You both harbored a lot of pain and anger, sharing a love for metal music as the perfect cathartic release for those emotions. Youâd become so close over the years. You often missed him during the times you didnât get to see him as much, like whenever his Dad returned home and he wasnât at Wayneâs as much, or when he moved on to middle and high school, being a grade ahead of you. Your friendship remained strong during those times regardless.Â
But all of that is in the past. He was your best friend⌠though in your heart he still is, and always will be.
*I get a little bit lonely, just a little, just a little
Just a little bit lonely, just a little bit lonely*
You sigh as the song comes to an end and the sign for Forest Hills Trailer Park came into view. You hold your breath as your mother turns onto your road, Uncle Wayneâs trailer and yours coming into view. You donât know why you feel anxious, Eddie would have graduated in â84, and likely gotten the hell out of Hawkins as soon as he could. Probably out in LA trying to make a name for himself in the music industry. You shook the thoughts from your head, noting the unfamiliar van in Wayneâs driveway as your mother pulled into your own across the street.
She sighs as she puts the car into park next to yours, a black â81 Chevy C10 truck that your father so generously gifted you upon hearing of your return to Hawkins. Itâs the LEAST he could do. Your mother looked at you with a small smile, âHome sweet homeâ. You return her smile before both exiting her station wagon and begin unloading the last of your belongings. Your mom and you had already been back in Hawkins for a few days, staying with your Aunt Patty while coming to the trailer everyday to deep clean before moving back in. You could only assume your Dad had hit a rough patch when you heard he was being evicted from the trailer, missing a few rent payments. Around the same time back in Virginia as you were starting your senior year, your mom got laid off from her job. An old coworker from Hawkins then just so happened to tell her about an open position at her new job in Indianapolis, one that paid more than either of your Momâs old jobs in Hawkins or Virginia. When she heard about your dad, it was decided, circumstances aligning perfectly. Upend your life and move back to Hawkins, again. You canât say you were really upset about it, Hawkins has been home for you since that fateful day in 4th grade.
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Eddie groaned in frustration. Searching his vest pockets, under his blanket, on any flat surface in his room for his goddamn cigarettes, patience quickly wearing thin. He huffed, looking along the floor of his room, around dirty and clean clothes thrown about until he saw the familiar package peeking out from under his bed. âThere you areeeeâ a cheeky smile adorning his face as he grabbed it from the floor, swiftly removing a cigarette and putting it between his lips. He sat down on a chair he had propped next to the open window in his room as he lit the cigarette, taking a puff before looking out his window. Eyes landing on what appeared to be new neighbors moving into the trailer across the street. Your trailer. Wayne had told him about your dad, a small voice of hope in the back of his head wondered if youâd come back. A voice heâd quickly squashed. Itâs been nearly 3 years since youâd left, and though he knew better than to think the thoughts of you would ever stop popping into his head, that certainly didnât stop him from trying to keep them at bay.
Taking another puff from his cigarette, his attention was captured by the girl he saw across the street. Her back to him as she looks into the trunk of the station wagon in the driveway. He unashamedly lets his eyes take her in. Short, thick, curvy. Black shorts, cropped tank top, hair up in a messy bun. She didnât look like most of the girls in Hawkins or in the magazines⌠and he liked, no, loved that. He couldnât help but notice how much her body resembled yours, or atleast how heâd imagined itâd look now after the few years. He watched as she started to squat to lift a tv console out of the trunk. Being the gentleman his Uncle Wayne raised him to be, he was about to sprint over; introduce himself and help her, knowing how damn heavy those fuckers could be. Just as the thought passed his mind, she lifts it almost effortlessly, his eyes practically bulging from his head. He wasnât expecting that to turn him on so much, but goddamn. He admires the thick arms and legs exerting that strength, unable to not notice the pronounced curve of her ass as she climbed the steps into the trailer.Â
Before he could pop a semi, a burning sensation on his thigh grabs his attention. The cherry from his cigarette falling into his lap as he drooled over his new neighbor like a virgin.
âShit, Jesus H. Christ!â he grimaces, stomping out the cherry just as the telephone begins to ring. Groaning, he rose to his feet, nearly tripping over the clothes on his floor as he stomps down the hall.Â
âYeah, what?â he answered unceremoniously, greeted by Jeffâs voice reminding Eddie to pick him up on his way to band practice at Garethâs.Â
âYeah yeah, Iâm on my wayâ Eddie hung up the phone, dramatically exhaling as he turned back to his room to grab his sweetheart, and his van keys off the counter before leaving the trailer. He glanced across the street as he descended the porch steps, hoping to catch another glimpse of the new neighbor only to be disappointed as the trailer door was closed, with no one outside.Â
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You sigh, dropping the last box of your belongings on your stripped bed, glancing around at your bare bedroom, deciding on where to start. You rummage through one of your boxes, finding your radio and setting it on your dresser. You press play on the cassette youâd titled Chill Mix #3, smiling as All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix began playing. You decide to start on the biggest feat, unpacking and putting away all your clothes. You let your mind focus on your task and the sound of the music as you move, singing along to each passing song. It was only a matter of time before thoughts and images of him slipped through the barrier, being back in the exact place that held so many memories of him and your friendship. It made your stomach turn and a lump form in your throat. You attempt to cough it away, forcing yourself to think of your other friends here in Hawkins you were excited to see again. The toothy, goofy smile of one of your youngster friends, Dustin Henderson popped into your head, effectively putting a smile on your face.
Youâd known Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will for a couple years now. First meeting Will through his mother Joyce, who was good friends with your mom. Itâd started sometime when you were in middle school, going over to Joyceâs to hang out with Jonathan and Will while your momsâ went out to shop and vent about their relationship issues. The other boys showing up a handful of those times turned into Dustinâs mom and Lucasâs parents asking you to babysit in the summer months, which often turned into babysitting all the boys at the same time.
The boys and Erica came to view you as an older sister figure, and them, your sometimes annoying but loveable younger siblings. The same quickly became true for the newer member of the party Max, over your visit to Hawkins this summer. Taking a liking to you as the âcoolâ older girl the boys often spoke of and hung out with. Though you were flattered but dismissive of the âcoolâ label, you learned quickly that like you, Max didnât give a damn about societal ideals of âcoolâ and what or who a young woman should be. They were freshman this year at Hawkins High, one of the few positives you looked forward to starting your senior year here.
As you move on to hanging up your posters and decorations, you think about your other, newer friends, Steve and Robin. To be fair, Robin wasnât exactly a new friend, youâd met her in school when previously living in Hawkins, but were never more than casual, friendly acquaintances. Steve, on the other hand, you never expected to become friends with before this past summer. Youâd visited Hawkins every summer since youâd moved back to Virginia; staying with your Aunt Patty, babysitting, spending time with the kids, your cousins and your Dad.
When you came to visit this summer in May, youâd picked up a job working at Scoops Ahoy with Robin and Steve. Your once casual friendship with Robin blossomed into a close one, both taking pleasure in teasing Steve day after day, watching him fail in his attempts to pick up girls after his break-up with Nancy and declining position in the social hierarchy of Hawkins. You were surprised to witness the change in Steveâs character from the Steve you knew of through middle and early high school, into someone actually likable. When Robin confessed her sexual identity to you two, it marked a milestone in you threeâs friendship, along with the events of the mall fire that happened soon after. You three were nearly inseparable for the remainder of the summer after, until August rolled around and it was time for you to go back to Virginia. Robin was the first friend you called when you learned about your return back to Hawkins. Thrilled to go through her Senior year with you, considering Steve graduated this past May.
A few hours after youâd started and the sky now dark outside, you sigh loudly laying back on your bed as you finally finished putting away and organizing all your belongings. Looking around your room, you feel a wave of comfort hit you. Your room has always been your safe space, and it just feels⌠looks so right here in this room, compared to your room of the past 3 years in Virginia. Even with all the new decorations and posters youâd acquired since you last lived in this room years ago. You feel a sense of hope overtake your thoughts. Maybe this year things will finally work out and go right for you, feel right for you, for the first time in years. You let those thoughts linger as you walk out into the kitchen, deciding to make a sandwich for dinner. Feeling the exhaustion from the last week of moving weigh on your body, you kiss your mother goodnight, and take a relaxing shower before crawling into bed. You let the songs playing on the local âsoft rockâ radio station lull you as exhaustion overtakes you. As you fall asleep, you cling onto that hopeful, comforting feeling before your first day back at Hawkins High tomorrow.
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Haii!! not sure if you do semi specific requests ignore this if you do not :)
thinking of steve and/or eddie having a raging crush on a thicker/chubby metalhead!reader ( preferably fem ) with face piercings, tattoos, black heavy makeup
( think steve had a secret thing for alternative bitches )
Hey, thanks so much for the request! This one was so much fun to write!
Steve x chubby!fem!metalhead
word count: 2,487
cw: none!
The Hideout was packed with people, the place being very crowded even though it was a pretty popular place to be on a Friday night.
They were all there to see Corroded Coffin play and were very excited for it. The band had been doing well enough that they had been asked to play multiple nights a week, now also filling the Friday night slot.
Steve entered the bar and couldnât help but be put off by the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap beer. He had only come because Eddie had asked and had insisted that Robin accompany him since the whole place kind of freaked him out with the low lighting and creeps that always seemed to linger around.
Steve got further into the bar, desperately wishing that Robin had been there with him, but of course she just had to last minute take a shift at Family Video. It seemed a little too convenient and he could have sworn he heard her laughing through the phone when she broke the news.
He looked around for any sign of the curly head of hair who had invited him but he guessed he had already gone backstage to get ready for the show. Maybe Steve would have had a chance to wish him good luck if he hadnât spent so long fixing his hair before he left. He had to look good for another metalhead he had his eye on.
His gaze moved to the bar and he spotted you there, making conversation with the bartender while sipping on a drink. You had laughed at something the guy had said and he was jealous. He wanted to make you laugh and not at his expense like you always seemed to do. He was always acting like a goddamn fool around you.
You turned away from the bar and Steve caught your eye. You smiled and waved him over and he was quick to head in your direction. You were happy to see a familiar face.
You were honestly surprised to see him there. The Hideout didnât seem like his scene in the slightest. You knew that if Eddie hadnât been performing, he wouldnât have touched the place with a ten foot pole.
âHey, sweet pea!â You greeted with your signature smile. You pulled Steve into a hug and he gladly accepted it, quick to wrap his arms around your waist.
Despite your seemingly unapproachable exterior, you were nothing but a sweetheart to everyone. You loved to give hugs and was always there for a shoulder to cry on or some advice, the complete opposite of your best friend, Eddie.
âHi,â he smiled back once you pulled away. He was grateful for the barâs dark lighting so you hadnât been able to see the blush on his cheeks.
âDidnât think youâd show.â
âI wouldnât miss this.â He wouldnât have missed an opportunity to see you and your pretty face.
You had been very well aware of Steveâs little crush on you and you thought it was cute. The way he would blush at your flirting or sometimes stumble over his words. You thought it was funny that you of all people were able to make Steve Harrington all lovestruck.
You had to admit that you maybe, sort of liked him too. How could you not have with his constant compliments and random gifts? He has been nothing like all the other losers you had dated. Especially since he wasnât in the metal scene. He wasnât the kind of guy you usually went for, but there was just something about him that was so intriguing.
âSit, sit,â you urged and Steve obeyed sitting on your left. âYou are in for a treat.â
You knew that he had never been there nor had even seen Eddie perform so you were looking forward to seeing his reaction. Especially since you knew that metal wasnât his cup of tea. He leaned more towards rock and pop and you appreciated that he was there for his friend despite not liking the genre that Eddieâs band fit into.
You turned your stool towards Steve to see that he was already looking at you. You could have sworn that he had hearts in his eyes and thought it was adorable. You would have never expected one of the most popular guys in Hawkins to actually be interested in you romantically, especially not Steve Harrington.
But there he was, looking at you like this was his first ever crush, all shy and cheeks tinted pink. His eyes always looked warm, like honey being poured into a cup of tea. They were always filled with so much adoration and the look was always just for you. You wondered how you could have gotten so lucky.
âDo you want a drink?â
âSure. Iâll uh,â he picked up a small drink that was in front of him and scanned it. One of the drinks sounded really good, but it said it had come with an umbrella and Steve wasnât going to order one of those in front of you. He needed to seem cool. âI have a Sam Adams.â
âStevie,â you shook your head at him, resting a hand on his thigh. His eyes moved to where your hand had landed then looked back at you, hoping that he wasnât too obvious. âWe both know you want the umbrella drink so get the umbrella drink.â
âBut-â
âI wonât judge you. And if anyone does, Iâll take care of them,â you cracked your knuckles. He knew that you were joking, but could hear a hint of seriousness in your voice. If he was being honest, he thought it was kind of hot that you were willing to beat people up for him.
You turned to the bartender and ordered the drink for Steve before he could protest and he didnât think he could have been more in love with you at that moment. The way you always seemed to want to do everything for him warmed his heart. He felt like he was always taking care of the kids so it was nice that someone wanted to make sure he always had what he needed for a change.
The blue drink was set in front of him and he took no time to take a sip, the fruity flavors dancing on his tongue. It was definitely preferable over a beer. You watched him enjoy his beverage and admired that he still ordered what he wanted despite being afraid of what people thought.
You noticed that the lights were turned down just a bit and realized that Corroded Coffin was about to take the stage. You had to be at the very front, wanting your best friend to know just how proud you were of him just by seeing you sing the words back to him.
âHey, the bandâs about to go on, come on,â you grabbed Steve by the hand and pulled him off the stool with so much force that it caused his drink to slosh a bit.
âWhere are we going?â He asked, taking another sip as he blindly followed you through the crowd. He was afraid that he would have followed you anywhere.
âTo the front. Need Eds to see some familiar faces. Did you listen to the tape I gave you?â You turned to him once you got to the crowd and he took time to check out your outfit. You were dressed in what looked like a black bra under a leather vest and a pair of tight leather pants to match. The vest gave him a great view of your tattoos. Seeing all of the ink almost made him want to get one, but he had no idea what he would have gotten.
He had to drag his eyes away from your body, knowing that heâd stare at it for hours if he could. He loved the pudge of your stomach and your thick thighs. He often found himself wanting to press kisses to every inch of skin he could find, desperately wanting to worship your body.
The light shone down on your face, reflecting on your face piercings. His eyes moved to each one, first your eyebrow piercing, then the stud in your nose, and lastly, the hoop that was looped through your lip that he desperately wanted to run his tongue over.
He took note of your eye makeup and how dark it was. He found himself wanting to watch you do it, knowing that something that intricate had to have taken a long time and he wanted to see the process. The way you put on your eyeshadow and how you applied your black lipstick without it getting everywhere.
âA little bit,â he shrugged.
âSo you actually didnât listen to it all?â You put your hands on your hips. You could always see right through him.
âIâm sorry, I got busy.â You werenât mad. You knew he had been picking up extra shifts at Family Video and didnât really have time to listen to some silly tape.
âSh, itâs starting,â you clapped your hands together then turned your attention to the stage as the band walked onto it. The crowd erupted in cheers but all Steve could hear was you. You were louder than anyone else.
The lights went down even more as Eddie stepped up to the mic. His eyes caught yours and he gave you a little wave before resting his hand on the mic. He caught sight of Steve next to you and nodded to himself at your close proximity. He had been trying (and failing) to set up the two of you for months. Maybe you were finally going to get together.
âHowâs it going?â He asked into the mic. âWeâre Corroded Coffin. On drums, we have Gareth, on bass is Jeff, and Doug is on lead guitar. Iâm Eddie and this is Upside Down. Sing along if you know it.â He started to play the guitar that was around his neck and Steve found himself nodding along.
He turned to you to see you singing every single word, a huge smile on your face despite the depressing lyrics. He could see how proud of Eddie you were and if he hadnât known any better, he would have thought you were in love with the guy.
He loved how close you and Eddie were, that you had so many things to bond over. He knew the shit that Eddie had gone through in high school and thought he deserved having someone like you in his life. Someone who understood him fully, someone who was always so supportive, someone who would be there for him no matter what.
Somewhere during the performance, Steve had ended up behind you. There was a couple trying to take his spot and he moved quickly, not wanting to get hurt. Although, he had liked the idea of you cleaning up his wounds.
He looked down at you as a slow song started and you turned to him as if the two of you had the same idea. You wrapped your arms around his neck while his went to your waist. You rested your head on his shoulder and the two of you swayed to the beat.
You had to admit that it was odd to be wrapped up in Steveâs arms, but you would have been lying if you had said that you didnât love it. The way the two of you seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces. The way your head fit perfectly into the crook of his neck.
You two had been so wrapped up in your own little world that you hadnât even noticed that the show had ended nor that most of the crowd had already left. You were so caught up in each other that you hadnât even noticed that the lights had gone up nor that the band had been packing up their equipment.
You pulled back to look at Steve and he felt hypnotized by your pretty eyes. Like heâd do anything you asked just by looking into them. His gaze then moved to your lips, so soft and pretty. He wondered what they had felt like. If they had tasted like the margarita you had consumed.
He quickly pressed his lips to yours and you let out a gasp at the action before melting into him. Your hands found their way into his hair while his arms wrapped even tighter around your waist, pulling you as close to him as he possibly could.
His tongue swiped along your bottom lip, moving across your lip ring over and over he took your little whimper as a sign to continue before eventually sliding it into your mouth. Your tongues swirled around each other and you had to hold back a moan that was sitting at the back of your throat.
You reluctantly pulled away from him only for him to let out a whine at the absence of your lips. You let out a laugh at the black lipstick that has been smudged across his face and you tried to wipe it away but he only took your hand in his to prevent your from it.
âWas that so hard, Harrington?â You asked with a shake of your head.
âWhat-â
âWe both know that youâve wanted to kiss me for a while so Iâm surprised that you finally got the balls to do it.â
âW-well-I-just-â he cut himself off, not being able to string together a proper sentence.
âRelax,â you pressed a kiss to his cheek. âIâm just joking. Now come here.â You pulled his face back to yours and slotted your lips together once more, this one more slow and sloven.
âLooks like you owe me twenty bucks, Gareth,â you heard Eddie speak up and pulled away to turn in their direction. Gareth had pulled his wallet out of his pocket and handed a bill to Eddie who pocketed it. You couldnât believe that they had bet on you and Steve getting together. Or maybe you could.
âSo are you going to take me out, Harrington?â You asked, turning back to the boy. His face lit up at your question. Of course you were the one to ask first.
âIâd be an idiot not to.â He smiled and you pressed your lips to his once more.
âCan you give me a ride home?â
âIâd be honored.â He took you by the hand and began to lead you to his car.
âYou better be safe!â Eddie called after the two of you as you exited the bar. âI donât want to be an uncle just yet!â The two of you just laughed at his words and walked to Steveâs car where he opened the passenger door for you before the two of you headed to your apartment to continue where you had left off.
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