#Anyways Steve is so boyfriend coded

[jadewritesficshere]

Happy Birthday to me

Steve Harrington x female!Reader

Synopsis: Steve arrives to your house aka part 2 to Happy Birthday

Contents: kissing, p in v, cream pie (wrap it up ppl), pet names (Baby) (no use of y/n), this has 0 plot

18+ only

BANG!BANG!BANG!

You jumped, dropping the bag of chips. The banging on your door had startled you from watching some random movie on TV. Chips scattered the floor, and you scowled at the mess. It was already 10pm, no one should be coming to your apartment at this time. The banging continued causing your temper to rise. You pulled your robe closed and tied the sash to hold it in place.

You narrowly avoided crushing chips under your feet, the chips having scattered farther then you thought. You glared at the waste, making a mental note to clean it up so there wouldn't be ants. With a huff, you turned on your heel and stomped to the door. You swung the door open," Who the hell-"

Oh

Steve

Steve was standing there, hair askew. His hair was flopping onto his forehead, partly stuck to sweat. His shirt clung tight to his biceps and chest. His jeans showing off a bulge, made you feel like a pervert for noticing his groin every time you were together (it wasn't intentional which made it worse, he didn't even realize it). You knew he was big with how he walked and how these jeans didn't hide much. Your eyes drifted back up to his face. His face was flushed, lips reddened from biting them. His eyes swirled with emotions.

"Uh...hello?" You shift, realizing you were only in a thin satin robe. You pull the robe tighter to cover you," I wasn't expecting you...uh..."

Steve chuckles lowly before taking a step inside the door, forcing you to shuffle back. He continues in and turns to shut the door. You go to lock the door and-

Your back collides with the front door, his big hands grasping your biceps (fuck his hands are so huge they envelop your arm). Your head lightly bangs against the door, making you say "ow" even though it doesn't hurt.

"Shit, you okay?" Steve pulls back and you can see the concern in his eyes, the wrinkle in his brow. One hand leaves your arm and goes to the back of your head, gently feeling to ensure there are no bumps. "Just startled me," you mumble, feeling flustered at how close Steve was. Steve hums, hand trailing down to the back of your neck.

"I saw your video."

A solid second of silence filled the space as it took you a moment to comprehend what he had just said. Once realization struck you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. A moment of courage, you gave the video to Steve. But now, standing in his gaze, it felt too warm. You fidget and try to look down, but Steve forces your head back up to look at him. He leans in, licking his lips," I really liked it Baby."

"You did?" You ask quietly, biting your lip. A bad habit of yours, something Steve scolded you about. You feel the pressure of his hand go off your neck before his thumb is removing your bottom lip from between your teeth. His thumb stays there as he smirks at you," Really liked it Baby...all that just for me?" You inhale sharply, before tentatively darting your tongue out to lick his thumb.

His eyes widen, but he doesn't move away. No, he moves his thumb closer to your tongue. You lick him again before closing your mouth around the digit. You swirl your tongue around his finger and suck lightly. The groan Steve releases makes your stomach flutter and heat spread between your thighs. Steve removes his thumb quickly, a light popping noise echoing in your ears. "Enough teasing me," Steve mumbles before leaning in.

His lips meet yours in a flash. Soft and smooth with a hint of cherry thanks to the chapstick he wears. His tongue darts out and licks your bottom lip before he's licking into your mouth. You've never felt more alive than this moment. A moan escapes you, causing Steve to push into you more.

The cool of the front door behind you, the warmth of his body in front of you. You can feel Steve's erection pressed against you. It makes your head spin with want. Your chest is heaving with breaths, pressed against his. Your arms are wound behind his head, hands threaded through his hair. One of his hands is fiddling with the sash of your robe. The other is holding your hip, pulling you close and lifting your leg. You wrap it around him, balancing against the wall and your one leg on solid ground.

At this new angle, Steve's bulge is pressed perfectly into you. He rolls his hips forward slightly, causing your head to fall back in a moan. You are so wet, you know your underwear is soaked. You can barely think anything but Steve Steve Steve.

Steve takes advantage of your head falling back to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He licks and nips, finding the spot that makes your knees go weak. Steve must realize this, because suddenly he's got his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you against him. His hips rock into yours, at a slow but steady pace. The feeling causes you to become more aroused. Just enough pressure to press against your clit each time, making you want more.

Steve pulls back, a thread of spit connecting his mouth to your neck. "Can I take this off Baby?" Steve mumbles, eyes focused on yours as he fiddles with the sash again. You nod, unable to find your voice. Steve beams at you, wide smile spread across his face. You pretend not to notice the way his hands shake slightly as he unties your robe. You hear Steve take a deep breath in before he opens the robe.

You wish now you had on some lingerie. Or something matching at least. Your black bra and pastel cotton underwear could not be more different. You would feel slightly ashamed, except Steve bites his lip and groans. His eyes dart hungrily over your figure before he shakily exhales. His hands are on your hips, and he lays his forehead against your shoulder. "Give me a second..." he mutters. You lightly stroke his hair as he stands there, face down with his eyes closed.

"God, you're even better in person," Steve's hands flex slightly, fingers digging into your hips. A giggle escapes you, and you know Steve is smiling even if you can't see it. You pull your leg down from where it was wrapped around him, earning a soft whine from him. Steve lifts his head and peers into your eyes, a slight pout on his lips. "Bedroom?" You ask and his eyes light up.

You manage to turn the lock on the door and slide the robe fully off your body before grabbing Steve's outstretched hand. He leads you into your bedroom, your heart pounding wildly. The soft glow of the distant street light shines in through the window, illuminating the bed. You get on and lay back on the bed, propped up on your elbows, watching Steve.

Steve pulls his shirt off, throwing it in the corner without a second thought. You lick your lips as you gaze at his chest. You've seen him shirtless before, of course, having gone swimming together; however, you've never really been able to look. Chest hair that has a slight wave to it, pecs you want to grab, freckles scattered about his pale skin. Your eyes catch the smattering of hair under his belly button that leads down into his pants. His long fingers deftly unbutton his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down.

Oh

You knew he was packing...but this? His cock is thicker rather than longer. Still a good length, it would surely reach deep in you. You've never seen a cock this thick before though. You aren't even sure he will fit. The head is flushed a deep red. Some dark curls at the base, neatly trimmed. His balls hang heavy against his thighs. Thick thighs that you wanted to wrap around you.

Steve stands there with a smirk, letting you have your fill of looking. He wasn't shy, nervous sure, but not shy. He was confident he looked good. He just wanted to make sure he made you feel good. From his vantage point, he can see the darkened wet spot on your pale panties. He gives you a few more seconds to stare before stalking towards you. You hastily take your bra off and fling it across the room. He pauses for a moment, eyes darting to your chest. "Damn," Steve rasps out. He crawls up the bed and hovers over you.

"Hi," you mutter as you peer up at him. "Hi," he chuckles before giving you a quick peck on the lips. You go to deepen the kiss, laying fully on your back as he crawls over you. Your hands roam his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles flex as he holds himself above you. Steve's hand cups your breast, squeezing and rolling it slightly. He pulls back from kissing you, making you pout. You would complain, but he quickly trails kisses down your neck to your collarbone before he reaches your breast.

Steve lightly nips at the top of your breast before leaving open mouthed kisses all over. Licking and sucking your nipple into his mouth. The sensations send a fluttery warm feeling down to your groin. You can feel your wetness dampening your panties further. "Steve," the man in question lifts his head to look at you," please..." you shift under him trying to get some relief.

Steve smiles softly at you, before kneeling back and dragging your panties down your legs. They get caught for a second on your foot before falling to the bed. Steve takes this moment away from you to really gaze at you. Your folds glisten with your arousal. Your breasts gleam from his saliva. You look like the most beautiful site in the world. His dick twitches as he bites back a moan.

He clambors back on top of you, a bit rushed with excitement. Steve's face returns parallel to yours, as he holds himself up on one arm. "You're so gorgeous..." Steve uses his free hand to trail his fingers across your jaw. "Please Steve..."

You shift and spread your legs open for him. He leans in and kisses you, chests touching, as he moves his hand off your jaw and down. He slides a finger through your slit and you both moan at the feeling. Your tongues move in tandem against each other as he gently inserts one finger into you. You can distantly hear the sound of how wet you are as he pumps his finger in and out of you, quickly adding another.

Two fingers and already it's better then what you could do yourself. His fingers are bigger and longer than yours, and more coordinated. You're already on the edge. He adds a third finger and you're done for.

Stars burst behind your eyes as you moan. Your legs shake and writhe from the pleasure. Your inner walls flutter and clench around Steve's fingers, making him moan. A pleasure you've never felt washes over you. You start to come back down to earth, feeling your legs still twitch. If it felt that good from his hands alone, you can't imagine how good it will be with his dick. You barely realize you're mumbling his name over and over until he starts saying your name repeatedly back to you.

Steve smiles at you before giving you a kiss on the nose- oh that was cute you think. Steve slowly removes his fingers and you whimper at the loss. "You still want to..? Steve's eyes dart down and back to yours. "Steve Harrington, if you don't fuck me right now....I will never speak to you again."

"Oh, well we can't have that," Steve winks. You can feel the tip of his dick run through your folds. The head catches on your hole and you both gasp. Steve bites his lip before slowly pushing in. "Oh fuck, you feel better then I thought," Steve moans and your breathing quickens.

He isn't even halfway in and it's the fullest you've ever felt. Steve stops to give yourself time to adjust, at least that's what you think. In reality, he has to stop so he doesn't come too soon. You shift and wrap your legs around Steve's back, pulling him closer to get him to move again. When he's fully seated in you, you both release a breath.

"You feel so fucking good, Baby." "Uh-huh. You too." He laughs at you before moving his hips. You both moan. You aren't sure about Steve, but this is the best you've ever felt. Each thrust hits that sweet spot in you. Both of your moans, groans, and gasps fills the air along with the squeaking of the bed frame.

"Steve, I'm-" you gasp and your nails dig into his back. You feel slightly bad for scratching him, but he doesn't seem to care. "Go ahead...I'm right...yup." Steve moves the arm that is propping him up so he can cradle your face with his hand. With his other hand he reaches down and-

Oh fuck

Steve knows exactly where the clit is. He swirls circles around your clit, pleasure building. Your breaths come in more ragged gasps. You are done for as Steve picks up speed and slams into you quicker. Each thrust hitting at just the right angle to push you over the edge.

You aren't sure if you moan or scream, or if any sound even comes out. Pleasure and warmth fill all your senses. "Oh fuckfuckfuck," Steve moans at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He snaps his hips into yours a few more times before his orgasm hits. You can feel his cum painting the inside of your walls, filling you to the brim.

You both breath heavily. You slowly let go of your grip on Steve's back. Your legs fall back to the bed and you use one hand to push Steve's hair out of his eyes. "Fancy meeting you here," he grins at you and you huff out a laugh, " oh shut up."

Steve slowly slides out of you. His eyes widen as he sees his release slowly drip out of you. "That's so hot," Steve flops onto the bed next to you. You turn your head to look at him as he shuffles closer. He wraps his arms around your body and hums. "Happy birthday Steve." You smile and kiss him briefly. He gives a dopey grin back, "Happy birthday to me!"

#Steve is a Canon hand holder during sex why wouldn't he hold your face #Anyways I got a bit too tipsy and this may have turned into absolute garbage but shhhhh #Anyways Steve is so boyfriend coded #I would write more thoughts but quite literally I can barely think my brain is mush aha #The room be tilty #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x female!reader #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington/reader #Steve Harrington/female!reader #Steve Harrington/you #Steve Harrington smut #Jade is Talking

[strangersteddierthings]

I love a good S3 Steddie AU so—

Eddie and Robin were friends in high school, and every time they needed cover they would pretend to be dating.

So she starts working at Scoops, sees Steve not knowing he’s different now, and as a defense mechanism tells him about her “boyfriend”

Then they become buds but she still doesn’t correct the record, because she would have to explain why she lied

So Eddie comes into the shop and she’s like “That’s him!” and Steve is “🥺”

Because he and Eddie have been dating for months

THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT AT THAT LAST LINE NONNY. This story starts on July 1st (S3E3), so after they've cracked the Russian code.

-

It takes a full month of working at Scoops to get Robin to be more chill around him. He gets it. He was never outright mean to her but he was a dick in high school and his reputation lingers.

He's happy now that she's graduated from quietly distrusting him to outright teasing him. He's pretty sure it means they're friends now, or something like it. She even made that white board to mock his inability to flirt a few weeks ago. He knows he'll never get a tally in the You Rule category because he's not actually trying to flirt with anyone, what with him having a boyfriend of his own. Not that he can brag about his boyfriend as much as Robin brags about her boyfriend.

And, Jesus, did she brag at first. Steve had been convinced it was a new romance, and therefore she was still in the honeymoon phase, except she said they'd been dating since she was a freshman. With senior year starting for her in September, Steve's a little jealous.

He hopes that he and Eddie never leave their honeymoon phase. It's only been three months, and Steve's in awe that Eddie even bothered to look his way after how he'd been in school. Still in awe that Eddie wants more with Steve than just the physical. That Eddie wants cuddles during a movie, and sappy hand holding while they just chat, and to hold Steve after a nightmare on the rare occasion they get to share a bed through the night.

Anyway, the point. Robin is something of a friend and Steve's pleased about it. They have to be friends now, right? They cracked a Russian code together! (Steve refuses to give Dustin any credit for their official jump into friendship even though they wouldn't have had a Russian code to crack without him.)

"Are you and the Boy going to do anything for the Fourth?" Steve asks apropos nothing after handing off a banana split, leaving no more customers to help currently. He's a little ashamed to admit that he doesn't remember the name of her boyfriend. He's sure she said it at some point, so he's blaming his shit memory for that. But she just refers to him as the Boy, and doesn't find it weird that Steve does, too, so he'll take the win.

"Oh, uh, we haven't really discussed it. I'm scheduled closing on the Fourth so," Robin shrugs.

"We'll be in misery together," Steve says.

"Joy."

It's times like these, where Robin is so deadpan Steve can't tell if she's joking or not. Like maybe they aren't the budding friends Steve thinks they are. She's tough to read, sometimes.

"Well, even with the closing shift, there's still a lot of night left. Great time for fireworks."

"True. I'm sure The Boy is thinking up something as we speak. He likes to surprise me."

Steve's not jealous. He's not. He knows that Eddie would surprise him if they didn't have to be so secret about it all.

They do have plans for after Steve gets off work on the Fourth to go to the carnival. It's not strange for friends to go together. Maybe Steve can convince Robin come and to bring the Boy and they can just be a group of friends hanging out?

"Well, if he hasn't planned anything, maybe you and he will want to come hang out at the carnival? I'm going with a friend, maybe we'd see each other."

Robin levels him with a look, eyes squinted in judgement. "Your friends, the children?"

"I have more friends than just children!"

"I literally do not believe you. Why don't any of your age appropriate friends come bother you here, like all those kids?"

It's a valid question, Steve can concede. "That's because I do not want him to see me in this uniform. I will never live it down."

Robin raises an eyebrow. "Does he even know you work here?"

"Absolutely not. So if you do bump into us at the carnival, you are not allowed to say our place of employment. I'm serious, Robin. This will ruin me. You can say 'the mall' because that's all I'll say about it."

Robin's grin turns mischievous. "So, what I'm hearing is, I have blackmail material against the Steve Harrington?"

Steve groans. She's joking. He's like... 80% sure she's joking. He makes a mental note to ask Eddie if he knows Robin.

"Oh shit!" Robin calls out, surprised but delighted. Steve whips his head to her, and sees she's looking out the front door and through a sea of people.

"What, is it Dustin? Russians?" Steve joins her side quickly trying to see what she sees.

"No, it's-" she cuts herself off and Steve turns his head to look at her, only to find she's already looking at him. "It's my boyfriend. I don't think he's seen me yet. Want to meet him if he comes in?"

"Hell yeah I do. I need to meet the man you won't shut up about," Steve grins at her before turning his attention back to the people. His eyes scan over all of them, trying to figure out which guy looks like he might be Robin's boyfriend. Which, yes, he knows isn't something you can judge based on looks (he and Eddie are a prime example) but still.

And speaking of Eddie- no! No no! He'll never hear the end of it if Eddie sees the stupid sailor outfit. Eddie hasn't spotted him yet, so Steve slides around Robin to be out of eyesight. "You see him?"

"Yeah, he's- oh! I think he's seen me. He's coming this way," almost as an after thought, she adds, "do you remember Eddie Munson?"

Play it cool, Steve. "Uh... yes. Why? Is he coming this way? I thought I saw him out there..." Way to play it cool. If Robin didn't seem so hyped to be seeing her boyfriend, she would absolutely be questioning him.

"Oh. Well, he's my boyfriend, and yes he is."

Steve feels the floor fall out from under him.

The whole world shifts and Steve cannot stay here. He thinks he says something about a bathroom break before ducking into the employees only door, and then his body moves him further still until he's through several other doors and suddenly outside in the heat of the day.

Do you remember Eddie Munson? Well, he's my boyfriend.

He doesn't know what to do with that. Doesn't know how to process it. How to proceed. Eddie is- but he can't- this can't be real. This is a crazy dream, brought on by thoughts of Russians and codes and leftover Upside Down bullshit and he will be waking up anytime now to get ready for work.

Eddie Munson. He's my boyfriend.

He can't be your boyfriend Steve wants to scream. He can't be your boyfriend because he's mine.

Maybe... Maybe it's turning out to be that while Eddie is his boyfriend, he's not Eddie's. Maybe Eddie's never thought of him as a boyfriend.

Every instance runs through his head; all the times Eddie wouldn't stay the night. All the times Eddie told him he couldn't stay at the trailer. Is Eddie actually even in a band or is band practice just a convenient lie that keeps him from having to see Steve while still keeping him in his back pocket?

All the hiding, and the let's keep this just to us for now, and how wonderfully convenient it is that this needs to, has to, be a secret when you're in a queer relationship in a small town.

Steve's a goddman idiot!

Of course, Eddie has a girlfriend. Of course, he agreed to 'see where this thing goes.' This is why Eddie bothered to even look his direction. Because there's no scenario where Steve comes out okay. He can't even tell Robin her boyfriend isn't the fucking golden, perfect boy she brags about because how does he do that without telling her how he knows?

All the worst case scenarios play in his mind. Robin being in on it. Her and Eddie laughing at him behind his back, waiting for the right time to publicly out him. To get whatever revenge they think he owes to them for all his dick behavior in school. His whole relationship being a joke.

He lets out a yell and whips around to punch the wall next to the employee entrance door. The pain grounds him almost immediately and that yell turns into a chokes off sob, his eyes squeezing shut as he leans in to rest his forehead against the wall and take a shuddering breath.

There's no way Robin is in on this. And it was mean of him to think so. If Steve's just been some sort of experiment to Eddie, then that's on Eddie.

And Steve. For being stupid enough to believe anyone would actually be interested in him. For taking one look at Eddie's stupid dimpled smile and tripping over himself to do everything in his power to see it again. For fucking falling in love too fast, too soon, and not asking enough fucking questions and-

Oh.

That's why this hurts so much. That's why he didn't stick around to watch Eddie sweat at seeing his long-term girlfriend and- and whatever the fuck he thought Steve was working together and getting caught in whatever fuckery he's doing.

Steve's gone a fallen in love with the asshole.

He pushes off the wall, takes a deep breath to steel himself, and makes a decision. He's going to confront Eddie on the Fourth, since that's the next day they'll see each other. He'll tell him they're done, and that Eddie needs to come clean to Robin about what he's done, or he will. She deserves to know, and Steve can deal with the consequences.

When he returns the Scoops, there's no sign of Eddie, but Dustin is there.

(What Steve doesn't know is that Robin and Eddie hugged in greeting. Robin asked what he was up to. Eddie told her he was searching for his boyfriend. He works at the mall and Eddie wants to surprise him. Robin doesn't ask who he's looking for, and Eddie doesn't offer, because they both know the importance of coming out on your own terms and in your own time. Robin does ask if he's happy, and Eddie says he didn't know he could be this happy.)

Of course, what follows that is a series of terrible events that result in being stuck in an elevator, captured and tortured by Russians, drugged, and then rescued.

He and Robin end up in a bathroom, puking up their guts, and Robin says, in a Russian accent, "Interrogate me."

Steve chuckles and replies, "Okay. Interrogate you. Sure. Um... when was the last time you peed your pants?"

"Today."

"What?"

"When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw. It was just a little bit, though."

She laughs and he groans. It's definitely still in her system.

"Okay. My turn."

"Hit me."

"Have you..." she starts, leaving a pause as she thinks of what to ask, before ending with, "ever been in love?"

And Steve, horrifyingly, mortifyingly, just starts to cry. He can normally reign this in, has better control than this, but whatever drug is still in his system robs him of that.

In another universe, where Steve is able to control himself, he'd lie. He'd describe Robin, knowing she's happily taken, maybe slide himself under the partition between their stalls so she can reject him to his face, and they can laugh it off, solidifying their friendship.

But that's not what happens.

What happens instead is this: Robin, who does not slide herself across the floor but instead hauls herself upright to stumble around the partition, kneels in front of him as Steve lets out hiccupping sobs in between saying embarrassing things like yes and they don't love me back, they never love me back.

And Robin. Sweet, wonderful Robin, to whom he has been the other person in her years long relationship, tugs his arm until he's no longer hugging the toilet and is instead cradled by Robin. And she hums and assures him that whoever doesn't love him is an idiot and it makes Steve sob harder because she doesn't know and when she learns she's going to hate him.

He cannot let her continue to comfort him while he's crying about her boyfriend. It is with that sobering thought that he's able to win his war against whatever he's been injected with and stop his tears. Just in time, too, because Dustin and Erica find them, and then the Russians do, but so does El and the others.

The world is nothing but Upside Down terror for hours.

When the dust settles, Hopper is dead, and so is Billy, and Steve is sat in the back of an ambulance, hugging Robin around her shoulders as they both look out into the parking lot with matching thousand-yard stares. They've been looked over and deemed okay to go home, so Steve is just waiting for the government men currently raiding what is left of the underground Russain bunker to either find his keys, or not.

If his keys are found, he's Robin's ride. If they aren't, they're both being dropped off by ambulance, which Robin is stressing about because her parents cannot see her come home in the back of an ambulance.

Steve offers her to stay at his house. He thinks it'll be easier to beg her parents for forgiveness than explain this situation. Robin agrees to stay if the ambulance ends up being their ride.

It doesn't, though. It takes an hour after everyone else has left, but someone delivers his keys.

It's eerie, the walk from the front lot around the mall to the back employee lot, so they clasp hands to have something to ground to. There are less people the further they walk. The fire's been contained, probably so the government people can root around the bunker below the mall to discover whatever it was the Russians knew, or know, or whatever.

The back lot is completely empty. Only Steve's car, parked towards the edge of the lot give that his shift yesterday had been an afternoon one, and all the closer parking spaces had been taken.

His car is parked so that the passenger side faces them as they approach. Wordlessly, they break apart, Robin heading for her door and Steve rounding the front of the car to get to the driver's side. Except as soon as he rounds the corner, a figure that was previously crouched or sat in front of the door jumps up, lunging at Steve.

He barely has time to register the voice, a terrified sounding "Stevie!" before Steve back tracks with a yelp, out of reach of the figure. Robin screams when he does, and whoever was lunging at him stops in their tracks, whipping around to look at the other source of the noise.

"Robin?"

It's then that Steve takes in the sight before him. It's Eddie. It was Eddie leaning against his door, waiting for him. Steve's flooded with a rush of love, his stupid brain deciding that Eddie must have been worried when Steve didn't meet him for the carnival. Had come to look for him. But then the reality of the situation settles over him.

That might have been true, but now he's seen that Steve is here with his girlfriend and this isn't how he wanted to do this but he will.

For Robin, he will. She deserves better.

"What are you doing here!? Besides scaring the shit out of us!" Robin yells, rounding the car to punch Eddie in the arm.

"Ow, Buckley, what the fuck!" Eddie rubs the spot she punched him, looking between Robin and Steve with... confusion? Steve is expecting to see maybe some remorse, or guilt, or maybe even glee at the fact stupid Steve Harrington was able to be so easily fooled. He doesn't see any of that, though.

Eddie takes a step towards him, and Steve flinches back.

Robin steps up to Eddie, like she wants to pull Eddie into a hug, but he stops her with a hand on her shoulder. He looks from Robin to Steve again, then back to Robin. Steve can't see his face, his hair hides his profile, but he can see Robin's face. Her confusion, brows furrowed, before her eyes go wide and now she's looking between Steve and Eddie.

Fuck. She's just put it together herself! She's going to hate Steve forever, homewreaker that he is.

"Oh. Oh no," Robin whispers, then says Eddie's name in a devastated tone. "Eddie. Is it-?"

"I-I can't... Robin," Eddie says back, sounding just as hurt.

"No! No, I told him- Eddie, I told him we were dating!" she turns to Steve, then, and blurts, "I'm a lesbian!"

He doesn't know what to do with that information. "What?"

"I lied. Steve, I lied, I'm a lying liar and I'm so sorry," Robin says, shoving Eddie away from herself and towards Steve.

Maybe the drugs are still working because Steve still doesn't understand. "I don't... what?"

"I'm not dating Eddie," Robin says. "I've never dated Eddie, would never date Eddie because I don't want to date boys. Please, Steve, I never meant to make you think-" but she cuts herself off, looking from Steve to Eddie and back, before saying, "I never meant to make you think you were unlovable."

Eddie makes a wounded noise at that. "What did you say to him, Buckley!?"

Robin lied. Robin lied about dating a boy. Because she's not interested in boys? That doesn't make sense. That- oh. She lied about having a boyfriend for the same reason he's lied about not having a boyfriend. Because it isn't safe to not to.

Steve's legs give out, but he doesn't hit the pavement because Eddie catches him and the three of them sob and cling to each other in the dark of the parking lot.

Later, much later, the truth will come out. Steve will learn they've always been each other's covers but never actually together. Robin will apologize because she blames herself for Steve's bathroom, drugged-breakdown, and Steve apologizes for all the awful thoughts he had about Eddie when he thought Eddie was dating them both and lying about it.

Steve will learn that Eddie loves him, too, just as much as Steve loves him.

#Anonymous #steddie #my fic

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it took a lot of convincing to have you best friend Eddie study with you, who knew that all you had to do was offer a blowjob?

take my breath. 🕊❕ ───  ☆  2.9k  |  male!reader  |  cheating

You couldn't stop drooling over your bandmate Eddie Munson, who was obviously smitten with Chrissy Cunningham. It's too bad that you could care less about the blonde anyway.

warm bodies.❕

───  ☆  1.3k  |  fem!reader  |  dom/sub

It's so hot outside that the last thing you want to do is listen to Eddie's begging. But it's difficult to resist when his thighs look so good in those jeans.

down low dealer.❕

───  ☆  3.6k  |  fem!reader  |  semi-public

when you go into the woods to get drugs from Hawkins bad-boy Eddie Munson, you run into a minor snag: you don't have any cash. but Eddie, being the sweetheart that he is, puts an offer on the table that you just can't resist.

are you mine. ☁️❕

───  ☆  5k  |  fem!reader  |  first time

growing up in a religious household, sex has always been a taboo subject for you, but with Eddie, you trusted him enough to help you handle that new experience together.

intertwined. ☁️

───  ☆  2.2k  |  male!reader  |  secret relationship

Joseph has a hard time trying to keep your secret relationship knew to the other cast member.

distant lover. 🕊❕

───  ☆  2.1k  |  fem!reader  |  cheating

you love your boyfriend Steve so much, but you also couldn’t help the hold that the curly haired bass player had over you.

your lips, my lips, apocalypse. 🕊

───  ☆  4.4k  |  male!reader  | mutual pinning

who knew that when you befriended the braced faced little kid from your DND club would lead to this.

oh step bro.❕

───  ☆  1.8k  |  fem!reader  | stuck fetish

while just wanting to wash your clothes you get stuck becoming  familiar premise to something Eddie has seen in his porn history. 

DRABBLES:

period case. ☁️

your boyfriend Eddie nervously taking care of you during shark week.

best friends brother.❕

Eddie feels guilty for falling for you while he also has a thing for your younger sister Chrissy.

with all your heart. ☁️

their reaction when you say that you love them for the first time.

emo boy. ☁️❕

he may not look like he gets bitches, but honey that dick was 11 inches. part two

★    STEVE HARRINGTON/JOE KEERY!

ONESHOTS:

sex, drugs, and rock.❕

─── ☆ 3.3k | fem!reader | friends to lovers

you devise a plan to confess your feelings for your best friend Eddie, and things quickly escalate beyond your expectations.

never in your sun. ☁️

─── ☆ 2.9k | fem!reader | pining

he was pacing his home while holding a piece of paper with your phone number scrawled on it in his fingers.

wired interview. ☁️

─── ☆ 1.4k | fem!reader | social media au

Joe Keery's first public interview with his lovely wife.

house tour interview. ☁️

─── ☆ 1.7k | male!reader | social media au

after Joe Keery and his co-star break the internet by coming out as exclusive, the couple decide to give the fans just one more peek into their lives by doing a house tour of their new home.

DRABBLES:

with all your heart. ☁️

their reaction when you say that you love them for the first time.

★    ROBIN BUCKELY!

but i'm a cheerleader. ☁️ 🕊❔

─── ☆ slow burn | fem!reader | friends to lovers

Robin is having a hard time managing her emotions as she hides her unclear sexual orientation and harbors a crush on a girl who also happens to have an eye for Robin's obnoxious coworker Steve Harrington.

ONESHOTS:

i think she likes girls. ☁️

─── ☆ 1.3k | fem!reader | established relationship

Robin decides she needs to do something to de-stress herself and her stoner girlfriend, with whom she is completely in love decides she knows exactly what will help the redhead relax.

DRABBLES:

with all your heart. ☁️

their reaction when you say that you love them for the first time.

★    MAX MAYFIELD!

ONESHOTS:

midnight love. ☁️

─── ☆ 2k | fem!reader | pining

you silently prayed that Max would forget what happened and never bring it up again, but a month passed and neither of you brought it up. you felt strange feelings for Max but tried to suppress them.

★    JONATHAN BYRES!

ONESHOTS:

worth you. 🕊❕

─── ☆ 7.4k | male!reader | pining

you'd spent a lot of time with Jonathan, and before you knew it, your feelings for him had surfaced. you tried to hide the uneasy feeling that surrounded you whenever you two hung out alone.

DRABBLES:

nsfw head-canons. ☁️❕

what type of partner Jonathan would be.

★    WILL BYERS!

everywhere.

─── ☆ season one | male!oc | mutual pining

as a boy growing up in Hawkins, Indiana, Kaylin didn't understand a lot of things about his family or why the boy he had feelings for suddenly went missing.

★    ARGYLE!

ONESHOTS:

basement couch.❕

─── ☆ 1k | fem!reader | slight sub/dom

your boyfriend Ari being in love with your small boobs.

won’t bite.❕

─── ☆ 2.5k | fem!reader | established relationship

your boyfriend Argyle was the sweetest guy you'd ever met, but as his first girlfriend, you knew you'd have your hands full.

red roses.❕

─── ☆ 1.4k | fem!reader | car sex

Ari finally asked if you were faking it because you were quite the performer, just not a particularly good one.

head over heels.❕

─── ☆ 2.2k | fem!reader | enemy to lovers

Argyle being in love with his best friends sister, his confession to her getting a little out of hand but at least he got to lose his virginity as a massive plus.

DRABBLES:

nicknames. ☁️

cute dating head canons.

★    JIM HOPPER!

ONESHOTS:

playing dangerous.❕

─── ☆ 6.1k | fem!reader | age gap

you would claim that the trauma of caring for your siblings and witnessing your mother struggle to put food on the table each day did not have a significant impact on you, but in truth, you had major fucking daddy issues.

stargirl interlude.❕

─── ☆ 2.8k | fem!reader | authority kink

your parents may have sent you away to live with your grandparents in Hawkins because you were always a risk-taking lady. Sadly, they never would have imagined that you would end up having your back blown out by the towns sherif

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Do You Know What Shovels Dig? Graves Part 2

My version of the shovel talk trope.

Part Two to This!

*

Eddie knocked on Steve’s door bouncing on his toes.

Steve opened the door and then just led Eddie into the front room without a word. Eddie’s heart let out a small mewl of distress. Either Jonathan had been underselling it or Steve was worse than when he left. Eddie had a sinking feeling it was the latter.

“I’m guessing Jonathan called you,” Steve said, sitting down hard on the sofa.

“Came over and plied me with weed, actually,” Eddie said, settling next to him. “I get why you didn’t tell me. I can’t fault you for being hurt by people who you thought cared. But I can fault me for not noticing you were hurting. Because yeah, maybe you couldn’t say why, but I could have been there for you anyway.”

Steve’s shoulders sagged. “I should have at least told you that I was feeling upset.”

“I think the part that upsets me more than anything, love,” Eddie murmured, pulling Steve close to his chest, “is that I’m the newbie in all this, shouldn’t they be more worried that I’ll hurt you? I’m the wild card here, not you.”

Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist. “And it’s not as though I ended my last major relationship, either. That was all Nancy. I was trying my best, I really was. And I’ve tried with every other girl I’ve dated seriously, too. I’m always being broken up with, not the one doing the breaking.”

Eddie laid down and pulled Steve flush along the length of his body. “I’m the love and leave ‘em type, not you, sweetheart. The reason you are my first real relationship is because I liked not having to worry about get my heart stomped on by straight boys experimenting with gay sex and then fucking off back to their girlfriends.”

“So why are they coming after me?” Steve asked piteously, snuggling into Eddie’s neck.

“Because I keep myself to myself,” Eddie explained. “Even though I’m out and loud, I keep it tucked in my chest. But you sweetheart, wear your heart on your sleeve.”

Eddie kissed him and slowly began to rub circles up and down his back. He deepened the kiss. Yes, this was supposed to be a distraction, but he really wanted to make his boyfriend forget about his troubles for awhile. They were lost to time for awhile.

They didn’t get to sex, not really. Their clothes were still on, but Steve was sleepy and relaxed, so Eddie counted that as a win. He slipped out from under his boyfriend.

“Stay,” Steve mumbled into the sofa

“I’ll right back, darlin’,” Eddie assured him. “You need some sleep and I have to run a quick errand. You nap for a bit and I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?”

“’Kay,” he replied, mostly asleep. “I love you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart,” Eddie said kissing his temple.

*

Eddie managed to arrived at the Byers house before everyone else. Will let him in.

Will led him to the front room where Joyce and Jonathan were waiting. Jonathan was on the sofa and Joyce was standing up chewing on her thumb.

“I talked to Jim and really chewed him out for scaring Steve like that,” she said the second she saw Eddie. “That wasn’t fair. Jim is supposed to be like a father to Steve, not be another bully.”

Eddie hugged her. “Thanks. I’ll talk to Wayne later, too. I didn’t even know he owned a shotgun.”

El scoffed. “He borrowed Dad’s.”

Eddie threw his head back and rolled his eyes. “Yup. That makes more sense actually and Steve would be too terrified to realize it was the same gun. He is in so much trouble for that.”

Soon everyone had arrived and piled into the small front room.

“What’s this about?” Dustin asked. “Jonathan said it was serious on the walkie. Not like Code Red, but bad.”

“I think it almost was,” Jonathan bit out.

Eddie winced, because he couldn’t be one hundred percent that if Jonathan hadn’t shown up that Steve wouldn’t have done what he threw at the older teen.

The room was silent. Eddie could hear his own ragged breaths and rapidly beating heart.

“Someone say something,” Robin pleaded. “What’s going on?”

“You are all assholes,” Will bit out. “Steve wouldn’t break Eddie’s heart if it was in his power and you all know it. So why the hell would you tell him if he did you would kill him? Not just cause him bodily harm, but actual death. Haven’t we seen enough of death to last our life time?!” He had been sitting on the sofa next to Jonathan when the meeting started but had risen to his feet.

Mike scoffed. “It not serious.”

“It sure the hell wasn’t the first time. But what about the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth or even the ninth time?” El asked, her eyes blazing.

“Ninth?” Robin asked.

Jonathan nodded. “If my math’s right. It could be more or less, but yeah. There were only a small dedicated handful that didn’t tell Steve some variation of ‘hurt Eddie and I’ll hurt you’, myself included.”

“That can’t be right,” Dustin said with a frown.

“Oh no, Dusty,” Eddie said, tilting his head side to side. “That’s absolutely correct. And worse is that none of you shit heads even said boo my direction. Not that I want to be threatened. I get enough of that, which now that I think about it...that’s why, isn’t it?”

The silence in the room was deafening.

“Oh, that is it!” Eddie crowed. “Can’t go after me because I get literal death threats so lets all dogpile on Steve instead!”

“Steve was in a really bad place when I went over there this morning,” Jonathan said into the bitter hush.

Joyce stepped forward. “I realize most of you are children and don’t quite understand what you did. But actual adults got involved in this mess. Adults that should have known better. So let me put this to you in a way you can understand so this never happens again. You’re getting to age were you’re dating yourselves, so think about how you would feel if someone came to your partner and threatened them with violence.”

“I’d be pissed,” Max said from the corner. “It’s no one’s business but ours.”

Joyce held out her hand to emphasize her point.

“Oh,” Nancy said from the corner of the room. She looked over at Jonathan and then ducked her head, crossing her arms over her stomach.

“Steve is so far from the boy that was a dick in his junior year,” Jonathan said. “Like that was four years ago. Almost five. And yet you still treat him like he hasn’t grown. Are you even his friends at this point or are you just so used to having him around that he’s just a tool to you to be used.”

“We don’t use him, do we?” Lucas asked, his voice cracking with emotion.

“You tell me,” Eddie huffed. “Do you ask anyone else to take you places? Do you have parties anywhere other than his place? Do expect him to be there for you when this shit gets to you, but don’t check in on him?”

The room was filled once again with the awkward silence.

“We didn’t mean to,” Dustin said, near tears.

“I want all of you to apologize to Steve,” Joyce in her best mom voice. “Work on being better friends. Because if you don’t, some day you might wake up and wonder how he just slipped away.”

They all nodded.

Erica tilted her head to side. “Wait a minute. Why didn’t you give Eddie or Steve the shovel talks? Any of you?”

Jonathan shrugged. “Just didn’t care enough. Plus I always thought they were bullshit, anyway. Shit happens. Any of you want Nancy dead because she broke Steve’s heart?”

Nancy’s head shot up and her jaw dropped.

“I love you,” Jonathan said. “But you can’t deny that’s what happened.”

She snapped her jaw shut.

The whole room was shaking their heads. Of course they didn’t want to hurt Nancy.

“Friends don’t hurt their friends,” El said. “And if you’ve been hurting Steve, maybe he needs to be taken away until you learn to play nicely.”

Joyce hid her smile under her hand. That was one way to look at it.

They looked at Will.

He rolled his eyes. “I think made myself pretty clear when we started this, so yeah. Fuck off.”

“William!” Joyce hissed. “Language!”

Will looked up at her completely unrepentant. She sighed. “I’m with my boys, I’m afraid. Shovel talks are bullshit and Steve is a good boy who has continued to go to bat, sometimes quite literally, for all of us. He could have walked away from the Upside Down fuckery at any time, but he came. He stayed. He took hits meant for someone else. Someone weaker. That’s a good friend. Maybe you should start treating him like one, too.”

Eddie looked around at everyone. “Has everyone learned their lesson?”

Everyone nodded.

“Good,” he said. “Now I’m going to back to Steve because he’s waiting for me. But I want those apologies. I don’t care if you call, write, or visit. But you will apologize. And no more shovel talks.”

*

And now with part three! Part four ! Part Five Part Six

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[artiststarme]

Don't Call Me Stupid

Can I make you cry four times in one day @pyrohonk? I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

Now with a Part 2!

~*~*~*~

Steve was used to being the dumb one. He was the kid in class that would ask stupid questions that the other kids and sometimes even the teacher would laugh at. He never quite understood what teachers were saying in class or what the words written on the board were supposed to mean with their squiggly letters that jumped around. Eventually he learned not to raise his hand at all. Better to be confused than embarrassed, right?

Nancy, when they were dating, would always call him an idiot. He brushed it off at the time but looking back, it made him wonder. If he was a little bit smarter, a little more astute, would things have gone differently? Would Nancy have sought comfort in him instead of running off to Jonathan? Would he have noticed Barb’s disappearance from his yard that started all of this in the first place? He had to wonder but even that wouldn’t change anything. 

His stupidity was also a highlight point for his parents to focus on. He once was the popular jock, an airhead but one that was popular and good at sports. Now, he was just a deadbeat that barely graduated high school and certainly couldn’t get into college. He was a loser working at a dead-end job that was going nowhere in life. Ah, what pride he brought to his parents now. He could only grieve the life he used to lead every time he saw his parents staring at him in disdain. At least he had the Party… right?

It was a well known fact throughout the Party that Steve was a little slow. His brain worked at a different pace than the rest of them, a concept woefully apparent to everyone. His brain was focused on the music underlying the Russian code and the Black Widows underneath the floorboards. He was the last to connect the dots and truly only helped the Party by taking hits to the head. They only kept him around to take the hits after all. 

Even Robin, his best friend in the world, his platonic soulmate with a capital P, called him a dingus on a near hourly basis. Sure, it was affectionate now but it started as a derogatory term to poke fun at his intelligence, or lack thereof. He was a fool in her eyes, affectionate or not. Even still, he was just the dumbass that slept around with half of Hawkins, a sassy soundboard for her to bounce lesbian crushes off of. 

He was used to being called stupid but it still hurt every time. 

So in the first fight he and Eddie have as a couple, it really hits a sore spot when Eddie hisses, “what are you, stupid?”

All of the fight drained out of Steve in an instant leaving a broken, empty shell in its place. His anger melted away to reveal the hurt hidden underneath. “You should go.”

“What? No, we’re talking this through,” Eddie shook his head, giving him a look of confusion. 

“I probably won’t understand anyways since I’m so stupid. So you should go, save your breath. Whatever you think is probably right anyways.” With that, Steve walks up the stairs to his bedroom and locks the door behind him. He pulls his old Walkman over his ears and lets the sad tones of Queen’s All Dead, All Dead wash over him. 

He was sick of being treated like trash by everyone he talked to. Everyone that was supposed to love him; his parents, Nancy, Robin, Eddie, the kids. They all thought he was a dumbass. He’d tried so hard to be better, to be smarter, to be more useful to everyone else. But in his quest, he lost everything that he once was. He lost his charisma, he lost his old friends, and his hobbies to become this loser who still no one liked. 

So, he ignored his boyfriend’s knocks on his door, turned up his tunes, and planned his move away from Hawkins. If he wasn’t appreciated here, maybe he would be anywhere else.

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Prompt for @oneforthemunny summer game!! I saw that the one you wrote was also Dom!Eddie x brat! Reader with this same prompt but I’ve been working on it for hours so I hope it’s okay that it’s the same prompt, I promise the story itself is different!!

☀️- eddie comes home to see you sunbathing...topless ;) can be dom!sub! if you'd like, or sweet smutty goodness. whatever you'd like it to be! have fun with it!

Contains:18+ minors DNI, dom/sub dynamics, nipple play/slapping, light choking, unprotected sex (lmk if I missed any!)

Steve’s parents were gone for the entire summer so he gave the whole gang free range use of his pool so no one had to deal with the chaos that is Hawkins community pool. He gave everyone the code to the back gate so they could get in when he wasn’t home and he gave the actual adults the garage code in case they needed anything inside.

Since it was your day off and everyone else was working you decided you’d go over to Steve’s house and have some much needed alone time by the pool. You left Eddie a note on the kitchen counter telling him where you would be and headed over to Steve’s.

You were laid out on one of the pool chairs with an ice cold vodka lemonade, in nothing but your bikini bottoms. The weather was perfect, not too hot, not too cool with a nice summer breeze so you decided to ditch your top and let the sun hit your bare chest.

You had your headphones on, walkman playing one of your favorite albums while you closed your eyes and soaked up the sun so you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching or the sound of the glass sliding back door.

Suddenly the sun went behind the clouds and you huffed, pushing your sunglasses up and opening your eyes. But instead of being met with the sight of the sky it’s your boyfriend standing over you, looking extremely annoyed. “Oh! Holy shit Eddie, you fucking scared me!” You said ripping your headphones off He huffed, clearly annoyed “Yeah imagine if it wasn’t me, huh? You’re out here with your TITS OUT, headphones so loud I could hear them from by the door and apparently with your eyes closed?? Literally anyone could’ve walked up and seen you like this.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes “okay? Well you aren’t anybody, are you? You’re the one who found me so it looks like it worked out. Now if you’ll excuse me, you’re blocking my sun. Why are you here so early anyways? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“Wow. Happy to see you too, baby. I got off early, we weren’t busy so my boss said I could go enjoy the nice weather. Which I WANTED to spend with my best girl but apparently the feeling isn’t mutual”

“Oh my god, you know it’s not like that. I was just surprised to see you is all, and I kinda thought I’d have a few hours to myself before anyone else showed up.”

You sat up, your tits bouncing as you did, Eddie couldn’t resist gawking for a moment. You really did look gorgeous laid out in the sun, your tits on display skin glistening from the sunscreen you had applied to your body. But after a second he was snapped from his trance, jealousy and possessiveness creeping up on him. Any one of his friends could have showed up instead of him and seen you how only HE was supposed to see you. “Okay well what if someone else showed up? One of the kids? The boys would’ve been embarrassed for life. Or even worse STEVE, you’re mine and you know it. So why are you flaunting what is mine?”

At this point you were annoyed with him, Steve left right when you got there to give the boys a ride to the arcade on his way to work so you were positive that wasn’t going to happen. “Eddie, you’re being ridiculous. Even if that did happen it wouldn’t be the end of the world, they're just boobs! Plus I knew for a fact it wasn’t going to happen so why are we even still talking about it? Just let it go already, you’re ruining my good mood.” You knew you were going to rile him up with your attitude, and you’d be lying if you said it hadn’t crossed your mind the minute you took your top off. You knew if he found out you here topless in Harrington’s backyard that he would lose his shit so maybe you wanted to poke the bear a little if you got the chance.

He was starting to lose patience with you and you could tell, he let out a deep breath through his nose before he grabbed your jaw with his large hand and squeezed your cheeks “that’s not the fucking point and you know it. You didn’t expect me to be here and I am so how would you know for sure no one else was going to show up? You didn’t and you did it anyway.” Your stomach flipped at the tone of his voice and you had to clench your thighs together to relieve the pressure building in your core. You tried to hold in the whimper but the slightest sound escaped and you knew he heard it when a cocky smirk spread across his lips “look at you, this is what you fucking wanted isn’t it? Huh? You hoped I’d find you like this?”

When you didn’t answer his hand gripping your face moved to your neck and squeezed once as a warning “I asked you a question baby doll. “

“N-no, I just wanted to feel the sun on my skin. It felt so nice I wasn’t trying to do anything.” You looked up at him with big round eyes but he saw right through you, he knew all your little games.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, you’re going to go inside and go in the guest room and wait for me. I’m going to smoke a cigarette and take as long as I need before I come meet you up there. You know how I want you, go.” He gave your neck one last squeeze and gave you a hard smack on your ass when you walked by him causing you to yelp. You went to the guest room and took off your swimsuit bottoms leaving you completely bare as you kneeled at the edge of the bed with your hands in your lap while you waited for Eddie.

It wasn’t long before you started getting squirmy, you really hadn’t meant to rile him up like this but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t turning you the fuck on so you decided to play into it. After what felt like hours you finally heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He walked through the door looking so sexy, you didn’t really get to appreciate what he was wearing before but holy fuck. He was wearing that Iron Maiden shirt you loved that he cut the sleeves off of exposing almost his entire rib cage, showing off his tattoos that were usually hidden. The shirt stopped just above his belt and his ripped jeans were sagging slightly so when he raised his arms over his head it exposed that delicious sliver of midriff to you.

Subconsciously you squeezed your hands between your thighs and wiggled a little in your spot. “I thought you were capable of being a good girl when I first walked in here but I see you squeezing those hands between your thighs and I didn’t give you permission to relieve yourself did I?” You whimpered at the sound of his voice but didn’t say anything, just continued squeezing your thighs and looking at him with glassy eyes already feeling yourself slip into that hazy headspace and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

He walked over to you, ripping your hands from in between your thighs and holding them above your head with one of his. Using his other hand to smack your inner thighs until you opened them. “I” smack. “Asked” smack. “You.” Smack. “A fucking” smack smack. “Question.” Smack.

“F-fuck, no, no you didn’t say I could relieve myself I’m sorry.” He cupped your pussy running the palm of his hand up and down with ease because of how slick you already were. “God, this pussy is so fucking wet for me.” He let your hands go and put them at your sides, still rubbing his hand up and down. His palm hitting your clit deliciously with every stroke. You only get lost in the feeling for a few seconds before you feel a big ringed hand land a harsh smack on your tit.

“Oh shit!” You let out a yelp and jolted backwards.

He stopped stroking your pussy to pull you back to the end of the bed by your thighs “did I say you could fucking move? You’re going to sit right here while I remind you who these fucking tits belong to.” He grabbed your hands in his and put them at your sides “Don’t. Move.” His hand came down on your tit again, his rings enhancing the pain in the best way. “Open your mouth” you obliged, and he shoved his fingers in your mouth “suck” you did as you were told, wetting them with your spit. He pulled them from your mouth and dragged them down to your chest, his now slick fingers lightly tracing around your nipple. You let out a moan at the feeling and before you could process his fingers grabbed your nipple and squeezed hard.

“O-oh fuck! Shit.” He shoved the fingers from his other hand into your mouth, gagging you slightly before repeating the actions on the other side. He grabbed both of your nipples at once and twisted them. “You like this don’t you? Is this what you wanted? If you wanted me to play with your tits baby all you had to do was ask” he let go of your nipples and both his hands came smacking down on either one of your boobs, once, twice, three times before he grabbed hold of your nipples again.

It went on like this for a while, him squeezing and smacking your tits. Adding his teeth, biting at your supple flesh and leaving love bites all over your chest. “Whose tits are these, baby?” He was licking all over your chest while he squeezed your tender nipples in both hands.

“Yours! They’re yours! Only yours I p-promise!” You didn’t know how much more of this you could take, your tits were so sensitive and your pussy was dripping begging to be touched. “Please fuck me, I’ll be so good if you please just fuck me.” There were tears starting to form in your eyes, and your words were starting to sound slurred. Eddie was so fucking hard thinking about how he could get you to this fucked out state without even truly touching you that he couldn’t even bring himself to protest.

“Alright baby, lay down, I’ll give you what you want.” You laid back on the bed with your legs hanging off the edge and Eddie came up between your legs, hooking them around his hips before he lined himself up with your dripping cunt. Ready and waiting for his cock, always the perfect fit. He didn’t give you time to adjust, just slamming into you in one thrust and fucking you hard and fast. “You’re so hot like this princess, all fucked out just for ME, my pussy, my tits. Mine mine mine.��� He leaned over you and kissed you hard, bringing one of his hands down to rub little circles on your clit. That mixed with the feeling of your tender chest rubbing against his still clothed one had the coil in your stomach tightening.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum on your cock” your eyes rolled in the back of your head and you brought your hands to his hair tugging on it like it was the last thing grounding you to the earth. “Yeah baby, cum for me. I’m going to fill this little pussy up with my cum and make you walk around with it in those little bikini bottoms of yours” that did it for you, your orgasm came crashing down on you and as soon as Eddie felt your walls tighten around him he was right behind you, filling you up just like he said.

He collapsed on top of you for a second before pushing himself on his arms and kissing your nose “You were such a good girl for me baby, do you want to go back down by the pool? Take a nap here? We can go home if you want? Anything you want it’s yours.” His demeanor changed to sweet and doting like it always did after he was rough with you.

“Mmm… I think I'll just take a little nap here if that’s okay? Then maybe afterwards we can go hang by the pool?” You yawned, nuzzling your face into his chest. “Okay sweets, that sounds good.” He slipped out of you causing you to wince, grabbing your bottoms from the ground and pulling them up your legs “we can at least TRY to not get anymore cum on Harrington’s guest bed” he chuckled before scooting you up to the head of the bed and tucking you in the blankets.

Normally you would be more worried about the fact that you were dripping a mixture of you and your boyfriends cum onto your friend's guest bed but you were too tired to care. He shed his own clothes down to his boxers before sliding into the bed beside you and pulling you into his arms, your head on his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair and along your bare back “I love you baby girl” he whispered into the crown of your head before leaving a kiss there. “Love you Ed’s” you barely mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #oneforthemunny #one for the munny summer game #dom!eddie munson x reader

[this-witch-writes]

Part 3 (Show Don't Tell)

back to: part 1, part 2

'Nothing's ever going to be good enough for his highness, is it?'

The words echoed in the small space. Steve got out of the van and knew he had to leave. He didn’t want to, he was a snotty crying mess  it, but over it, if he stayed in Hawkins begging to be loved any longer he would end up at the bottom the quarry by the fastest route.

It wasn’t like he had much to pack that he cared about. He didn’t care much about clothes beyond looking presentable. Two pairs of jeans, some shirts, and a pair shorts would last him until he planned his next move. It was the personal stuff that took time to pack. With the trunk of his car full, he left a message with Robin’s dorm roommate that he was driving out to New York and that he’d call her again from a motel along the way. He repeated the ‘no need to worry’ part of the message twice but he knew that she would worry anyway.

Steve drove for a few hours that night until he got to a motel so he’d be further away before he second guessed himself. He called Robin in the morning, once he was done pretending he could sleep, nervous about what she’d say. She’d never been sure about him dating Eddie. Robin had bonded with Eddie over the summer, Upside Down survivors and all that, but apparently she hadn’t liked the King of Freaks any better than King Steve back in high school. ‘Same macho social cliché bullshit, different dress code’ she’d said. She wasn’t sure Eddie and Steve were “compatible”.

So Steve dreaded the ‘I told you so’ even though he knew it wouldn’t come if she knew he was genuinely upset.

‘What’s wrong?’ Were the first words out of her mouth when she answered.

‘Me and Eddie broke up’ Steve sniffed. ‘I needed out of Hawkins so I’m driving to New York.’

‘You’re always welcome, dingus,’ Robin assured him. ‘Do I need to be mad at him?’

‘No?’ She scoffed at how unsure he sounded. ‘He didn’t, like, cheat or hurt me or anything.’

‘Jesus your bar is low, Steve-o.’

He laughed bitterly. ‘Right? Still asked too much though.’

‘Was it the “I love you” thing?’ Robin guessed. They’d talked about it over Christmas break. Even though Eddie had been lovely and attentive, Steve was still upset that he hadn’t said I love you back. Robin had told him to ask Eddie once the stress of the holidays passed.

‘Yeah. I finally asked him if he loved me and he acted like I asked him to run an errand on the moon. Bit my head off.’

‘Like actually angry?’ She was surprised, which was fair, it was out of character.

‘His exact words were “Nothing's ever going to be good enough for his highness, is it?”.’

‘Oh fuck that guy.’ Robin growled supportively. ‘Was there something going on? Were you fighting about something that made him think you were trying to pick a fight or something?’

‘No,’ Steve frowned. ‘Two minutes earlier everything had been perfect, that was kind of why I asked?’

‘I don’t get it.’

‘He acted like he loved me. He made me so fucking happy, Rob. But every time I said it, he just brushed it off, never acknowledged it at all, not even to say he needed time or something. He was being so sweet that it confused me so I asked and he snapped.’

‘You’ll be here by tonight right? We’ll talk more then.’ Then her voice went much softer than usual. ‘Sometimes we love someone, but that doesn’t mean we should stay with them, you know?  I love you, dingus, no matter what.’

Steve teared up. ‘Love you too.’

Was that so hard to say?

It was a long drive before Steve hit New York and got smuggled into Robin’s dorm room. Her roommate was nearly always with her boyfriend at night so wasn’t there to complain about Steve squashed into Robin’s twin bed with her. They didn’t talk that night, he was too tired. They don’t talk immediately the next day either. Steve lets Robin show him around Columbia, take him to trendy cafes and look at graffiti. Then they find a grotty diner and the whole story comes out. To Steve’s surprise, Robin’s first response was ‘you should call him.’

‘Wait I thought you didn’t want us together?’

‘I didn’t say that,’ she complained. ‘I said I wasn’t sure it would work out because you were too alike in some ways and too different in others, which like…’ a pointed silence took the place of an I Told You So.

‘Then why…?’

‘Because he’s still our friend and even if you guys breakup, he deserves a better goodbye than a weird cryptic note you wrote while panic crying.’ Robin wasn’t mincing words.

‘Harsh.’ He grumbled.

‘But true.’ Then she took him back to the dorm and sat him by the phone.

‘Hello?’ A deep voice answered, not Eddie. Dammit.

‘Hi Wayne,’ Steve croaked, awkward and shaking. ‘Is Eddie there?’

‘He is.’ Wayne’s voice was level. ‘He’s been pretty damn upset, Steve, and I do think I said something to you about that.’

‘Yes, sir.’ Steve’s too tired to point fingers. Eddie started it would just sound ridiculous anyway.

Wayne just sighed at the meagre come back and shouted for Eddie to come to the phone. Given the stern way Wayne had warned Steve not to hurt his nephew back in the fall, he had gotten out of their first post-breakup conversation pretty lightly. It still ached though.

‘Yeah?’ If Wayne’s voice had been carefully level, Eddie’s was roadkill flat.

‘Hey, Eds.’ Steve swallowed around the lump in his throat. ‘I’m sorry I just took off like that, it was childish. You deserved better.’

‘But not sorry you left?’ Eddie sounded wounded and small.

‘I couldn’t breathe, Eddie,’ Steve gasped, like speaking it made it true. ‘It hurt that you wouldn’t say it, but it hurt more that you acted like I was crazy for even thinking it.’

‘Why are you still acting like I don’t love you!?’ Eddie snapped back, frustrated to near anger.

‘Because I asked and you freaked out!’ Steve shouted back. ‘I practically had to bully you into admitting we were even in a committed relationship at all.’

‘I’ve been committed!’ Eddie snarled. ‘I might not care about labels as much as you, but I’m not the one who ran!’

‘Because I’ve already spent my whole life waiting for people I love to want to love me too.’

‘What more could I have done?’ Eddie sounded tired. ‘I’ve been there though the nightmares and the bad days. I took care of you and was honest with you and never forgot you hate mushrooms…’

‘And I’m so grateful, you did more than I would ever have asked for, I never said you weren’t lovely just that you didn’t love me.’

‘Why do you think that?!’

‘Because you never say it! I say it and you smile and nodded along and when I asked you, needed to hear it, you acted like I was a spoiled child asking for more cake!’

‘Maybe you are a spoiled child!’

Steve hung up. He couldn’t take it anymore. He slammed the receiver down and curled up on his side, sobbing. Robin had stepped awkwardly into the corridor to give him some privacy but could obviously hear enough to know when to rush back in.

‘I’m sorry, Steve,’ she hugged him tight. ‘Maybe I was wrong about calling… what do I know about relationships?’

‘No,’ he sniffed. ‘I needed to hear that. I needed to know it wasn’t just one silly thing, that something was really wrong.’

‘If you’re sure.’

‘I have to be now.’

-

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

#steddie #steddie drabble #stranger things drabble #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie angst #my fics #steddie fics #robin buckley

[crimsonwing62]

So, I watched the Taylor Swifts Eras Tour tonight and I can't stop thinking about this one moment when she is singing Lover and the camera focuses on the individual coupled up dancers slow dancing to the song. For one it gave me joy to see same sex couples. Also this one duo where the guy was looking up through his eyelashes at his dance partner whilst she had her eyes closed and I thought that was sooo adorable. I don't know whether he was directed to do that or not but it was cute.

Anyway, it got me thinking if there was any fan ships out there based on these types of concert snippets. And of course my brain links it back to the Stranger Things Fruity Four.

Specifically, an AU where one is the big star Singer (i was thinking Eddie or Robin) whilst the others are dancers on Tour.

Whilst it's easy to do the obvious Eddie as the Singer, Nancy as dance captain and Steve as the love interest people ship him with ( and be absolutely correct about).

I love and think of it as :

Robin, the Singer. She's not a natural dancer but she's learnt to give her fans a good show.

Steve, The Dance Captain. He keeps up morale but is the good kind of strict. If the song calls for a boyfriend/love interest figure (often at the insistence of the label changing the pronouns in her songs), he is it. They know each other well enough. He taught her to dance, and so she trusts him and doesn't feel uncomfortable with him.

Nancy, as the dancer fans ship Robin with. Nancy has a way when she dances she can control when she's visible and invisible. Like she can fade into the lights behind, or she can stand out in the line. Nancy is often placed the closest to Robin after Steve. The way they move around each other onstage is familiar and charged. The stares they give each other are equally charged and often seek each other out on stage.

Within the team, she's Steve's 2nd in command, in all but name. The other dancers look to her if Steve is ill or busy. But there's always that team, we are in this together vibe.

Aaaand Eddie. I'm not sure where to put Eddie in this AU. Half of me wants him as another dancer, so the fans have someone on stage to ship Steve wi- wait. I had an idea. It was staring me in the face...

Eddie is one of Robins Guitarists and band Lead. 🫨. He still comes on stage. Not quite for a slow dance song like Lover. For that, Nancy and Steve are partnered with others in the dance crew. Maybe Nancy is the girl I mentioned that inspired this.

But in a slightly more lively one, the band cones on stage to join in the fun, and the dancers interact with them. Of course, Steve always goes to Eddie and dances with him.

The Internet goes wild with theories when concert footage and the concert film are released. Robin already has a plethora of male celebs she's "supposedly" dating. Not to mention those who think Robin and Steve are dating. They particularly enjoy laughing at those posts. Some people see Nancy and Robins interactions as close friends . Whilst the queer community sees straight - ha - through the queer coding to the glass closet. Others ship Nancy with the dancer she's paired with for the slow dance song.

Meanwhile, some parts of the Internet go feral over the small interactions Steve and Eddie have. Since they're a little out of the limelight, they can be a little... freer?, borderline appropriate for work? with the short section they have together.

The documentary of the Tour only fans the flames, too. Although it helps them fall in love with Nancy, Steve, and Eddie even more...

#taylor swift inspired #taylor swift #the eras tour #stranger things #stranger things au #singer au #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #eddie munson #ronance #steddie #background #please write this #i will read it #why is it 1am? #im going to bed #night

[erin-bo-berin]

Okay, how about this? Steve and the Reader broke up but they are babysitters to the Party. The kids pick up something going on between them and don't realize it until they find a torn up picture in each of your wallets. You keep Steve's half while he keeps yours. So, the kids try to find out what happened and get you guys back together. Basically, the Party Parent Traps you. Bonus if you can include the older teens (in an AU where no one dies). Heck, throw in Murray for couples counselling!

This is going to be so chaotic I can just imagine it! I am definitely including Murray too I’m dead just imagining all this 🤣 (peep the reference to the scene with him and Jancy when he can’t remember Steve’s name)

Also I’m pretending nothing else has happened yet since Steve got pulled into the Upside Down and got stuck there with the other three. Like the other events haven’t happened/haven’t occurred yet, just for reference.

Code Red: Operation Love

Steve Harrington x Reader ft. The Party & Murray!

“Okay, why have you called us all here?” Eddie asked.

The room was packed with people.

Dustin was leading the meeting, the other younger teens sitting nearby him.

It was Mike who had called a Code Red to older sister Nancy, who gathered her boyfriend Jonathan, Robin and Eddie.

It was specifically instructed not to contact Steve or Y/N about this meeting.

“Yeah, you said it was a Code Red so I thought someone was dying or some shit,” Robin said.

“Imagine my disappointment when we arrived and everyone was okay,” Eddie quipped.

Nancy smacked his arm hard, leaving him wincing.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Yeah, we kinda figured it had to do with Steve and Y/N when you made it loud and clear not to invite them,” Jonathan said, giving his younger brother Will a pointed look.

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you got the message,” Will said, holding his hands up in defense.

“We did,” Robin said wryly.

“ANYWAYS,” Dustin hollered over the chatter, “I called you because we have a problem.”

“A really big problem,” El nodded.

“And we need your help,” Mike said.

“So as you know,” Dustin began, “Steve met Y/N through us because they both are kinda our old babysitters although now friends.”

“Technically Y/N was the babysitter first,” Lucas added.

“Will you get to the point?” Eddie groaned.

“Okay, okay. Jeez. So demanding,” Dustin huffed.

“We think they broke up,” Max clarified.

Eyebrows raised, jaws dropped and interests were piqued.

“Shit. Really?” Eddie gasped.

“But why?” Nancy asked, just as confused.

“They were so cute together!” Robin frowned.

“Wait. How do you guys know this?” Jonathan asked, sitting forward, “What made you think they broke up?”

“Well, first, we thought they were in a fight,” Mike said.

“Because they were acting really weird,” Will added.

“Weird how?” Robin asked.

“They just seemed cold toward one another,” Max said.

“They would avoid each other too,” Dustin nodded, “Like if Steve was sitting next to someone on the couch and there was only one place left, Y/N would just stand.”

“They’ve never been like most annoyingly in love couples,” Lucas said, “Like they’re cute but they never would hang all over one another.”

“Yeah. They acted like normal, just…closer I guess?” El shrugged.

“I think what she means is that they were just really comfortable around each other,” Mike supplied and El nodded, confirming that’s what she meant.

“Now they’re like strangers,” Will frowned.

“Okay, I understand why that seems concerning,” Nancy said, “But maybe they’re just fighting? You don’t actually know that they broke up though.”

“We found this in Steve’s wallet,” Dustin said, holding up what looked to be like a Polaroid that had been torn in half.

“I can’t see that from here you butthead,” Eddie said, reaching out and grabbing it.

Only when he saw what it was did he gasp.

“Oh shit. Okay, I see what you mean.”

“What? Lemme see,” Robin said, snatching it from him.

It had clearly been a picture of both you and Steve. The jagged tear at the edge signified that it had been ripped down the middle. This half of the picture was of you, turned towards the tear in the photo, eyes bright and face caught in mid-laughter. You looked happy.

“Wait. You said you found this in Steve’s wallet?” Eddie asked.

“What were you doing in Steve’s wallet?” Nancy asked.

“Borrowing five dollars,” Dustin said plainly.

“Dumbass,” Lucas hit him upside the head, “That’s stealing not borrowing.”

“Not if I told him about it afterwards!” Dustin protested.

“Back to the matter at hand,” Max said, “We were wondering what happened to the other half.”

“The half with Steve in it?” Jonathan said.

The six younger kids nodded.

“We found this in Y/N’s wallet,” Will said, motioning to the other half of the picture that Max showed the others.

It was definitely the half of the same picture, the tears the biggest evidence. But also, Steve was looking towards the middle of the photo, where it had been split in two. The look of adoration and love in his gaze and smile was unmistakeable.

“What were you doing in Y/N’s wallet? “Borrowing” more money?” Robin smirked.

“No. This was pure detective work,” Dustin said seriously.

“So, clearly, something has happened,” Mike commented.

Eddie ran a hand over his jaw, looking over at the other three that had joined him on the couch.

“So how are we supposed to help?” he asked.

“We want to get them back together, but we’ll need your help,” Dustin said, seriously.

The four peered at each other before nodding.

“We can do that,” Nancy confirmed.

“What do you need us to do?” Robin asked.

“Well, first. We need to figure out what happened between them,” Max said.

“They won’t tell us,” El frowned.

“Believed me. We’ve tried,” Will huffed.

“They won’t say a word,” Lucas sighed.

Nancy and Jonathan exchanged wary, knowing glances, but it was Jonathan who spoke.

“We know just the person for that task.”

•

“You two are a cute couple,” the bearded man in front of you, smiled, clasping his hands in front of him.

“We’re not a couple,” you and Steve stammered hesitantly.

Steve cleared his through awkwardly.

“We uh, we actually broke up.”

“Semantics,” Murray said, waving his hand dismissively.

You were downright confused at why you were sitting here, with Steve with Murray Bauman in front of you two like some sort of love doctor.

Ah, shit. Was this some sort of intervention or counseling or something? Had the kids figured out that you two had broken up?

You and Steve hadn’t said anything in fear of upsetting them or disrupting the vibe with your petty drama.

But now, you were sitting in the Wheelers’ basement, in a chair across from Murray who was grinning at you both like a cat who’d swallowed a canary.

“So why did you break up if you’re both still crazy for one another?”

“Wha- Who said we were?” you protested, “Maybe things just fizzled out between us, you don’t know that.”

“Honey, I haven’t seen this amount of electricity between something since the last time I jump started my car,” he gave you a look.

You peered at Steve who was holding back a grin.

“So are we just in denial about this breakup or what?” Murray asked, leveling his gaze on both of you.

“No! I just-” you started.

“She’s the one who broke up with me,” Steve blurted.

You looked at him, jaw dropped.

Talk about being thrown under the bus.

“Ah. Did she now?”

Murray’s gaze was back on you.

“And why did you dump Scott?”

“Steve,” he corrected.

“Right, Steve. Why can’t I ever remember that?” he shook his head, “Anyways, why did we break up with Steve now?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you scolded, folding your arms.

“Ugh, you kids exhaust me,” he rolled his eyes.

“We’re 20,” Steve said flatly.

“Exactly. You’re kids. Okay,” he sat forward, looking at both of you, “You want my advice?”

You noticed he didn’t pause long enough to give either you the opportunity to protest.

“You,” he said looking at Steve, “Need to stop giving up on what you want just because you think you don’t deserve it.”

“What? I-”

“And you,” Murray continued, as if Steve hadn’t spoken, “Need to stop running away from things that scare you.”

“How,” you laughed disbelievingly, “What makes you think I do?”

“You’re easy to read,” he deadpanned, “You’re the type when things get scary, you retreat to safety, too afraid to lose what you love, have, whatever because it’s easier to be scared.”

Ouch. He’d hit right on the dot.

“It’s a curse to see so clearly,” he sighed.

“I’m not scared,” you huffed a laugh.

Steve looked as unconvinced as Murray did.

“I’m not!” you protested, though even to your ears it sounded defensive.

“Ah, now that is a lie,” Murray pointed to you before turning to Steve.

“So why did you let her dump you?” Murray asked.

“Because I can’t change her mind,” Steve shrugged helplessly.

“Bullshit. You’re just as scared as she is.”

“No! I- she- uh we-”

“That’s what I thought,” he smiled smugly, sitting back in the chair.

“Look, if I were you two, I’d cut the bullshit and just fix whatever happened between you. Then get the fuck back together. Cause you’re just wasting time with this charade.”

He stood, grabbing the glass of whiskey he’d had but not touched the entire time, heading for the stairs.

“By the way,” he called, “I’ve been advised by the band of delinquents to lock the door behind me until you’re back together. They say to holler when you’re done. I’ll bill you for my time.”

With that, Murray was gone and the door shut behind me.

“Some therapy session,” Steve mumbled.

You chuckled.

“More like a brutally honest therapist telling you how it is with absolutely no bullshit.”

“I’ll say,” he shook his head.

You were quiet for a moment, but you were the first to speak.

“He was right, Steve. I was scared. It was a huge reason why I ended it.”

He turned in his chair, facing you.

“Scared of what, honey?”

Your heart melted at the term of endearment.

“You remember how it happened after the watergate situation and you and the others being stuck in the Upside Down?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“I was terrified, Steve,” you whispered, “I’m here on this side, finding out you got pulled into the Upside Down, attacked by bat creatures and then stuck there? I was an absolute mess.”

His face is grim as he takes your hands in his, thumbs stroking the backs of your hands.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about what if something happened to you. Or what if you died. When you finally made it back, instead of being the relieved girlfriend I should’ve been and supportive and comforting, I decided to end it. I was too afraid to have to go through situations like that again. So I ran.”

“Y/N,” he swallowed, “I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve to go through that.”

“But shockingly Murray’s right,” you laughed through your tears.

You had no idea when they’d started, but there they were.

“I ran away and you didn’t fight me because you believe I don’t deserve this. But we’re both wrong. We can’t fight what we feel can we?”

“I guess not,” he smiled, “Especially when we have the entire crew trying to get us back together.”

You smiled, resting your forehead against his.

“Be mine again?” you asked him softly.

He leaned forward, lips pressing to yours gently.

“Sweetheart, I’ve always been yours.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff

[ava-kedavra]

Breaking the News

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When an investor drops out, Steve and Tony don’t wanna break the news to Bucky. Who better to call than you? We love CEO!Bucky don’t we?

Words: 2266

Warning: Uhhh pure filth, it came to me in a dream. Don’t read unless you’re 18+ friends. Includes CEO!Bucky, kinky shit, and some sexy shit.

-

You were sitting at the kitchen island drinking your morning coffee when you got the text.

Bucky’s in a bad mood. Big investor pulled out today but he doesn't know it yet. Any chance you could stop in?

You snort into your coffee as you read Tony’s text. Of course he wants you to break the news to your boyfriend so he doesn’t get the heat of it.

I’ll be in within the hour. You owe me.

You quickly shoot back, when in reality it was almost like a treat to you. You didn’t know exactly why James was in a bad mood, but you had a feeling it was due to this morning.

James turned the shower off and grabbed a towel from the rack. He combed back his hair in the mirror, but caught the site of you in bed in his peripheral vision.

Your hair covered your face smushed into the pillow as you laid on your stomach. You were in nothing but a pair of panties and one of James’s old shirts. Your legs were spread enough that the shirt had ridden up and James could see your covered pussy.

He turned away from the mirror and leaned back on the sink, slowly feeling himself harden at the memories you had made between the sheets just hours prior.

You looked delectable and James wanted something sweet for breakfast.

He slowly stalked over, throwing the towel on the floor as he made his way back into bed. He hovered above you as he moved your hair to the side and began kissing your shoulders.

His lips ghosted down farther until he was kissing your hip. You barely stirred as he spread your legs further apart. He looked up to see your face furrowed, but eyes still closed as he moved your panties to the side.

He gently grabbed a handful of your ass as he kissed your pearl. You jerked away with a whine and tried to close your legs. He grabbed your hips as you pushed your face further into the pillow.

“James,” you breath, “no, I’m too sore baby.”

He massages your hip as he lays down next to you, so his lips ghost over yours. He quickly pecks them.

“But I wanna eat that pretty pussy of yours,” he says in your ear and pinches your hip.

“I’m so tired,” you thread your fingers through his hair, “I just want cuddles.”

He sighs contently as you grab his hair sleepily, and before he knows it you’re back to dreaming. He slowly moves your hand from his head and climbs back out of bed, but not before kissing your cheek.

You’re quick to throw on a cute mini dress complemented with swarovski crystals and your favorite pair of Louboutins.

There’s already a black Audi waiting for you outside that you assume Tony sent. You hop in and scroll through your phone as the driver speeds through the city.

You smile at Gina the receptionist when you walk in and head straight for the elevator. You hit the top floor and tap your foot as it slowly ascends.

When you get to the top floor you take a detour and go into Tony’s office to find him and Steve at his desk.

“Hi boys,” you say sweetly as they lift their tumblers to you.

“Here it is,” Tony hands you a manilla folder and you take it from him.

“How bad is it?” You ask, flipping through the folder.

“I’m not in the mood to lose my job,” Steve says over his glass before taking a drink.

You lightly laugh, “maybe clear the floor?”

“We could use an early lunch anyways,” Tony shrugs and winks. Steve's face is red as he tosses back the rest of his drink.

“I’ll see you two around,” you tell them before you’re heading down the hall.

You stop at the receptionist desk in front of your lovers’ office.

“Hey Peter,” you smile, “Is James available?”

“Yeah he uh wrapped up the last meeting early,” he says meekly. You know that's the code word for ‘he kicked them out with excessive swearing’.

“Clear his schedule for the next hour, will you?” You ask and he nods, “And take a coffee break.”

He nods quickly and moves towards the elevator. You wait for the ding telling you he’s gone before opening Bucky’s door.

You don’t even knock and Bucky doesn’t look up.

“Rogers if you try and yell at me for that meeting-” He stops his thought as he finally looks up to see you smiling at him.

“Hi baby,” you purr as you slowly walk around his desk, holding the folder behind your back.

“Doll, what are you doing here?” He pulls his chair away from the desk and grabs your hips so you’re sitting on the desk in front of him.

“I just wanted to pop in and say hi,” you say sweetly as you set the folder down amongst his papers and loop your arms around his neck.

“Come ‘ere,” his Brooklyn accent thick with lust as he sets you in his lap.

You spread your legs so his thighs are between yours. He keeps his hold on your hips as his mouth connects with yours. You sigh into his mouth as your fingers trail into his hair.

He feels up your dress casually and grabs at your chest. You’re panting as he continues feeling up your body, grinding down to create some kind of friction between your legs.

You begin kissing down his neck and grabbing at his shirt when he groans out, “what did I do to deserve this?”

You look up from unbuttoning his shirt, “I missed you,” you say innocently before he’s grabbing your hips and pushing you down hard on his bulge.

You try and wriggle your hips but he doesn’t let up, leaving your hands still as you pant hotly in his neck.

He lifts you with ease onto the desk at the end. He gently pushes aside the photo of you before humping into your core making you moan out loud at the feeling.

“Why are you here?” You run your hands down his back and grab at his ass, trying to push him into you again but he just tuts at you.

You like up at him through your eyelashes, “I just said I missed you.”

You keep eye contact as you lightly trail your hand over his bulge and he shuts his eyes for a moment before looking down at you again.

It was the ‘I know you’re lying and I’m gonna punish you for it’ look that had a new wave of arousal pool in your panties.

“You know,” he starts as he swats your hand away and lays you back on his desk, “I don’t believe you.”

You frown at him as you try to take his shirt off. He grabs both of your hands easily with one and pins them above your head, slamming them against the table.

“Bucky,” you lick your lips without realizing, “please just fuck me baby.”

“You’d want that, wouldn’t you?” He says, letting go of your hands but you don’t dare to move them.

Such a good girl, he thinks to himself.

You nod vigorously.

“Use your words darlin’” he grabs your hips and slides you to the edge of the desk roughly, moving the papers along with you.

“Yes I would,” you say.

He’s hovering over your body so his face is nearly in the crook of your neck. He slowly pushes your dress up before biting at your ear.

“Yes,” he bites right below your ear, “I would,” bites your neck, “what?” His nose pokes at your cheek as his left arm trails up your body.

“Yes I wo-“ you gasp as his hand grips around your neck, but he tilts his head waiting for you to continue.

“I would s-sir,” you stutter out as he lightly squeezes your neck.

“Good girl,” he cooes as he lifts his head up to tower over you.

You look gorgeous with his hand around your neck and lips puffy from the intense makeout session you just had. But James’ eye quickly noticed something new on his desk. You see his eyesight move to where the folder had peaked out from under your back and you try to grab his attention by pulling the straps of your dress down.

His eyes flick your boobs, and his mouth opens into a groan before he licks your nipple in a circular motion. You arch your back as he leaves a teasing bite to the hardening nub. His hand moves from your throat to your other breast, making sure each gets equal attention.

He’s groping your chest and your hands are grabbing at his hair to keep him in your chest as you shift your back to hide the folder. You hope it plays off as you trying to push your chest in his face to try and get more attention, but you know it doesn’t work.

He moves his hands back down to your hips and gives them a squeeze, “what’s in the folder baby girl?” His mouth is on your neck, giving light bites and kisses to soothe the slight pain.

You groan out and he chuckles deeply. He lifts his head to see you shutting your eyes with a grimace as he snakes his hand under your back to grab the folder.

He can already guess it’s nothing good given you’re trying to pull it away from him and sit up on the desk.

“How about you fuck me against your windows and then you can look?” You say sickly sweet despite the filthy words coming out of your mouth.

He tilts his head at you as you bite your lip. Your eyes travel down to his prominent boner in his dress pants and you begin undoing his belt. He doesn’t stop you as you slowly unzip his pants.

You’re about to reach your hand into his boxers to finally feel him when he surprises you by grabbing your hips and sitting you back on his lap in his desk chair.

You moan out at the feeling of his bulge more prominently out and hard against your core.

You grind against him and he throws his head back against the desk chair. You take the opportunity to attack his neck with bites and kisses, grabbing his arms for leverage.

He still has the folder just barely in his right hand, his left hand on your hip pushing you down on his dick.

“I have a better idea,” he says low in your ear. You’re still trying to get friction from his dick, but he easily stops your hips and you whine against his neck.

“How about you sit on my dick while I read this, and if you’re good you’ll get to cum,” His left hand is moving down to your dress, slowly pulling it up over your hips.

“Got it darling?” He asks as he pulls your panties to the side.

“Yes sir.” It’s more of a moan than anything as his finger lightly brushes your pearl. You trail your hands down to his boxers, the fabric stretched from his shaft straining against the material.

You raise your head from his neck to look him in the eyes. He gives you a nod and you take it as a cue to release him from his boxers. He lifts his hips as you pull the material down, finally freeing his package.

Spit gathers in your mouth as you eye his hardened dick out, the tip angrily red. He continues to rub at your clit, gathering the moisture from your hole on his finger.

His hand on your hip tightens as he pushes you up slightly, so you’re hovering over his lap, you move your hands to his shoulders. Not breaking eye contact with you, he slowly inserts his middle finger in your hole, making you gasp out at the feeling.

“You’re dripping on my palm doll,” he whispers cockily.

He’s right, you are.

He adds his ring finger and you sigh at the feeling of him slowly fingering you. It’s driving you crazy the way he’s moving his hand languidly up and down.

You trail one of your hands down to grip his member, hot against your fist and leaking heavily from the tip.

You don’t know how long you stay like that, staring into each other's eyes as you pleasure the other. It’s intimate and heavy as you start to try and grind down on his fingers.

The slow pace he set is excruciating, it feels good but you want more.

And that’s exactly what you tell him.

“Please sir,” you beg, “I want you to fuck me.”

He stops completely, fingers deep in your cunt, nearly making you sob out.

He sets the folder down on the desk behind you before gripping your jaw harshly in his palm.

“I need to make sure you’re ready for me baby,” he says seriously.

“I am,” you assure him eagerly, squeezing his dick hard in your hand.

He shuts his eyes at the feeling, “I don’t think,” he grunts when you cup his balls, opening his eyes to look into yours, “you deserve it.”

“James,” you say exasperated, “please let me sit on your dick.”

“I don’t know honey,” he’s dragging it out as he upcups your jaw, moving his hand down to your breasts.

“Please,” you gasp as he flicks your nipple.

“Hm” he hums against your chest, “you sure?”

-

part two coming soon!

hope you’re all well. I’ve been holding onto this for a while oops.

#marvel fic #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #CEO!Bucky #Don!Bucky

[familyvideostevie]

hi emma <3 can i get seashell with this lyric for steve please: “blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you”

you sure can! i went kind of specific with this one -- telling steve you consider him your best friend!

--

"And she really said that to you?" Steve asks, brow furrowed. He looks like he's on the verge of becoming actually angry, rather than affronted on your behalf.

You huff a dry laugh. "And none of them did anything! That's when I faked a stomach ache and called you to come get me." You'd been hanging out with some girls you know from around town and thought could be a good group of friends until one of them started to get a bit...mean. "I'm sure they saw through me but I honestly might have tipped my soda in her lap, or something."

"You should have." Steve takes a long sip of his milkshake until he hits the bottom and it makes a loud slurping sound. You laugh. He almost certainly did it to make you.

Your own milkshake -- the one he bought you when you explained what had happened -- is almost gone, too, so you answer his slurp with one of your own.

"It's not that bad," you muse. "I mean, I wouldn't want to be friends with those kinds of people anyway. I mean, who cares how much time I spend with you! I'd rather sit in this car with you and rot then hang out with them. You're my best friend!"

Steve looks surprised for a second. "Really?" he says. "You think so?"

You reach out and wipe a small bit of milkshake from his lip with your thumb and bring it to your mouth. He blushes.

"I mean, you're my boyfriend, sure. But you're my best friend, too. Maybe don't tell Max, though, I think she'll say that's breaking girl code --"

Steve says your name. He's flushed, eyes bright, mouth pulled up at one corner. "You're my best friend. Next to Robin, obviously."

"Obviously," you echo.

It's true. While you both have quite a few shared friends -- and while you're on a quest to make more -- you know that you know each other better than anyone else. It makes your chest tight with happiness.

Steve leans in to give you a quick kiss. He pulls back and wrinkles his nose. "Ew," he says. "Strawberry milkshakes are so gross."

You roll your eyes and tell him to take you home.

join the celebration!

#fvsbeachday #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfiction

[peter-pantomime]

Stranger Things Fic Recs, Part 5

Part Four | Three | Two | One

Gen

the dreams in which i'm dying

“Well,” Eddie says easily, flopping down onto the bench next to her. “I’ll go with you if you want. Just as friends.” Chrissy closes her eyes. She probably should have seen that coming. Because that’s how it’s supposed to go, right? The prom queen dumps her jock boyfriend and gets together with the sweet guy who’s been right under her nose the whole time. Happily ever after, fade to black, roll credits. Chrissy’s seen plenty of rom-coms. She knows her lines here.

i will lay me down (like a bridge over troubled water)

Eddie is twelve, shot up like a weed, and too big to carry, but Wayne scoops him up anyway. Eddie wraps his arms and legs around Wayne clumsily and lets himself be carried, still crying, back to the trailer. Wayne’s knee clicks the entire way back, but he doesn’t tell Eddie to walk.Wayne is forty-one and clumsy with emotions, doesn’t know what he’s doing but is trying anyway, and Eddie is twelve and crying on Wayne’s kitchen counter.

seriously slipping out of control

“How long do you think it’ll take?” Steve asks, eyes flickering over to the shoebox of materials. “Like, do you have to go over it a bunch of times to make the ink dark enough? We don’t need them that dark.” “It doesn’t even need to be super straight or even or anything.” Robin adds. “Like don’t worry about making them perfect or anything.” “Are you guys sure you want tattoos?” Eddie double-checks. These are just verbal confirmations of what he’s already picked up on from their twitchy body language and constant thrum of nervous energy. They’re scared. Which like, fair. But their nervousness gives him pause, makes him wonder why they’re going with commemorative tattoos of all things to remind themselves of the tragic end of their summer jobs.

and it's a song you know

The lyrics are clever, because they hide under metaphor, apocalyptic imagery and all that stuff, but it clicks when Dustin gets to a verse about a tune echoing through a mall, ‘and it’s a song you know, you’ve known it all your life,’ and he’s suddenly thrown back to when he explained how Steve worked out the location of the Russian code, and Eddie was taking it all in, eyes as round as pennies. Dustin sets down the notebook and says, “It’s about us.” It’s not a question.

Steve/Eddie

the boy in the sweatshirt

It starts with the sweater. Technically, it starts with a broken beer bottle and forty-eight sleepless hours on the run bending the glass into ruby red lace against a pale freckled neck. But that’s a technicality, and those only really work well for campaigns and court cases. For Eddie, for the fucked up little story that is his life, it starts with the sweater. Eddie figuring out Steve (and himself) through the romance of certain old clothes.

the present only

"I'm just saying, I didn't get my reputation for nothing," Steve baits. "What reputation is that?" Eddie asks. Robin looks horrified and Steve can’t actually be sure whether Eddie is trying to embarrass him or her. If it's the former, Eddie is about to be disappointed. This is one department in which Steve is not ashamed of his performance. "Reciprocation," Steve says. The word alone has Robin pulling a face. "I used to have a 100% record," Steve adds a little grumpily to Eddie. Eddie narrows his eyes at him, and Steve can tell he's biting his tongue. Steve would like to bite it for him. Jesus. Get it together, Harrington. Or: Eddie gets a job; Steve wants to give him another; the universe - including Dustin, Robin, and Eddie himself - is against him.

So Newly Charming

Eddie leans against the van to peer over his shoulder as he connects the leads. He’s close enough that Steve can smell him; close enough that he can feel the shift of air on the side of his neck as Eddie breathes. If it were one of the kids, he’d shove them off and reassert his personal space, but it’s never really bothered him when it’s Eddie. It’s distracting, but Eddie is always kind of distracting. Steve doesn’t mind Or: Steve fixes Eddie's van and figures out several things about himself in quick succession.

the chauffeur

"He had intended on a normal drive, really, just cruising at the speed limit to clear his head. But upon passing the last house on the stretch for miles, the long, empty road looks suggestive. Maybe even a little seductive. A bad itch builds from the base of his spine. Swallowing nothing, he presses the gas pedal slowly, eyes continuously flicking down to the speedometer as it climbs exponentially. The drone of the engine changes with it, getting louder, pitch keening, synchronizing with the blood that churns and rushes in and out through his heart, veins, brain. The needle hovers just over 100mph for approximately one minute and fourteen seconds." Steve's attempts to return to normal aren't cutting it. When a casual drive turns into something more risky, he learns that a little rush of adrenaline can help. He learns that a little too well. Around the same time, Eddie starts having car troubles.

someone else's favorite song

“Not sick, not sick,” he slurs, and Eddie wants to see his face, wants to hold it in his hands, wants to look him in the eye when he says, “just sad. Sad. Fuck… fuck, sad.” “Why are you sad, big guy?” Eddie asks. Steve laughs again, but it’s sharper this time, it doesn’t last as long, because as soon as the words slip out of his mouth— “My mom’s dead—” —it walks that treacherous line between the two sounds and morphs straight to a broken sort of sobbing that reaches directly into Eddie’s chest and drags out his heart. A friends-with-benefits relationship goes complicated when who Steve and Eddie are to one another shifts with the coming of a new sort of tragedy.

messing with the beat of my heart

After Vecna nearly tears the world in half, Eddie and Wayne move away from Hawkins for a fresh start. When Dustin calls Eddie up and asks if Hellfire can come visit for one last summer campaign, Eddie agrees—it's not like he has anything better to do. He just doesn't expect Steve Harrington to come, too. (or: eddie deserves love. i love him.) (or: eddie and steve falling for each other, stupid and inevitable.)

i'm keeping you in sight

When there’s no immediate reply, he pauses for a moment, seemingly taking in the situation. “D’you want help with that, Stevie?” Eddie has the gall to get taller.

mister funny, mister cool

He swallows. Sweat trickles along his spine. He knows what he was thinking, what he’s still thinking. The itch of being talked about still irritates him. But—but that’s also not new. He used to be King of Hawkins High—people talked about him all the way up that track and all the way down and with a lot less kindness in their hearts. Even with them, it shouldn’t weigh this heavy because if they want to think he’s crazy that’s fine. Right? It should be fine, because Steve knows who he is. The guy with stupid jokes and free rides. The guy who comes back, who keeps them safe, who’s fine. Steve should be able to shrug this off. God, he’s so stupid. Mister Funny, Mister Cool is always fine. or, Steve Harrington's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad emotional breakdown.

the pre-show ritual

Steve wasn’t really all that surprised to find himself here. He had never seen a gloryhole before. He’d chalked them up to a horny teenager’s pot at the end of the rainbow. Fantasy, and nothing else. A fat old man couldn’t squeeze down a chimney, and a guy couldn’t get his dick sucked in a public bathroom. But here it was, a small circular hole cut into the side of two adjacent stalls, as real and as terrifying as it could be. What surprised Steve about tonight was that he wasn't sticking his dick through the hole. Instead, he found himself sitting on his heels in front of it, hands wringing anxiously in his lap as he licked his lips and waited for someone to shuffle into the other stall.

that's just wasteland, baby!

“Because all any of us get is right now,” he explains as well as he knows how. “It’s just right now, that’s all any of us can promise. Does that make sense? It’s just— it’s only ever right now—” “Yeah,” Eddie proves the closeness, makes it real, with the simple tip of his forehead to touch Steve’s. “What can you promise right now, Steve?” Four days after Upside Down breaches Hawkins, the military arrives and closes off all roads leading out, trapping anyone still within town limits from leaving. Months later, Steve Harrington could really use a good night’s sleep and a new pair of boots.

Like the Hero Who Never Ran

While Steve and Dustin are searching for survivors, they're surprised to find Eddie alive, hiding out in Rick's cabin. Steve takes up the task of caring for him while staying in his trailer.

Rich From Tender Care

Steve leans against the side of the boathouse and lets Eddie fumble with the cheap Bic lighter for a minute before he clears his throat and says, “You want a light?” It's hard to read his tone. There's a bitter, suspicious, self-defensive part of Eddie that wants to lash out, but instead he grips the lighter until the plastic creaks and says, “Sure. If you have one.” “Yeah.” Steve digs in his pocket and comes up with a nice Zippo. He doesn't hand it to Eddie; instead, he flicks the flame on and holds it out for him to lean down, and there's an intimacy to it that Eddie wasn't quite expecting. Like one of those old Leyendecker paintings. He imagines this tableau sketched out in clean art deco lines: the prom king and the freak. A study in contrasts. Or: In which Eddie survives the Upside Down, and Steve Harrington turns out to be nothing like he expects.

My Right Hand Man

In which movie night takes an unexpected turn, and it's surprisingly easy to just let it happen.

it's no better to be safe than sorry

“Do you think you’ll ever want to fuck me?” Steve starts choking and coughing wildly, which alright is Eddie’s fault. He probably shouldn’t have thrown that out there like that right after Steve shoveled an entire spoonful of Honeycombs into his mouth. But his brain’s only been online for thirty minutes tops, Eddie’s obviously not firing on cylinders right now. He just had to get it out before he lost his nerve. Again. He slaps Steve on the back until the worst of the coughing subsides. “Here?” Steve finally manages, gesturing at the kitchen island in front of them. He’s pink and watery eyed from the hacking fit, and maybe a little bit from Eddie’s indecent proposal. “No, not here.” Eddie clarifies. “Why, have you—” He casts his eyes around the kitchen as if the surfaces will answer the question for Steve. “Shit no.” Steve rushes to say, “My parents eat here.” 

Shot Right Through

Steve overhears a conversation between Eddie and Robin, and then spends a few weeks trying to think of anything else.

can't bear it alone

He thinks about the relief in Eddie’s voice when he said he had a hunch about Steve’s whereabouts, like Dustin is the chosen one for understanding what makes Steve tick. Eddie’s joked about it before; he’d called it “sibling telepathy” when Dustin had silently communicated his popcorn order at the movies, and he’d nudged Steve in the ribs when Steve’s nose wrinkled meaning Gross, dude. Then Steve had huffed a laugh, nudging Dustin back. Okay, okay. I’ll pay for it, you little shit. But Eddie gets Steve, too, Dustin thinks; that’s why he called him. And yeah, it’s different than the way Dustin understands Steve, but it’s significant enough for Eddie to make the cut of Steve Harrington Interpreters in Dustin’s mind.

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Steve, Eddie, and 20 hurt/comfort prompts

no reason

The kiss is brief, only a second or two, not even long enough for Steve to really register what's happening before Eddie pulls away. Steve’s frozen in place, his arms still wrapped around Eddie. [...] Eddie closes his eyes, a weak smile on his lips. "Something to remember me by." [...] "You're literally not dying right now." His whole body is hot. Is he sweating? "You lost some blood but they didn't get deep enough—I looked—you're going to be fine." There's a pause. "I'm going to be fine?" Eddie asks, voice also going high and thin. "You're—sure?" "Yes." "Fascinating. Great. Are you—could you do me a favor, then, and maybe just—leave me here anyway?" "What?" Steve says. The dial tone gets louder. "No. Why?" "No reason," Eddie says, voice tight.

Leomund's Lamentable Belaborment Makes It Hard To Graduate High School

Everyone knows things happen in threes. Three wishes. Three sons of a king. Three notes make a chord. Eddie's third senior year is his last chance to get out. If he fails again, he's in a time loop.

Looks Like You're Hungry, Looks Like You're Drowning

It is almost a relief to see that it's Eddie Munson on the chair and not some huge random guy. That is until Eddie's eyes crinkle open and his face goes from blind terror to bemused, the way he's curled up like a bug at the noise slipping into something languid and easy. It's almost a relief until the prick smiles like a lunatic and Steve has to think of course, this fucking guy, because Eddie Munson may be the weirdest person Steve's ever met. AKA Two Years of Lifeguarding, One Morning of Finding Eddie Munson Asleep on a Deck Chair

keep with me forward

The house that the government buys Eddie is pink.

Car Hangs

Eddie had started walking to Robin’s house in the mornings to hitch a ride when Steve took her to school on his way to Family Video. It was a neat little route from Steve’s place to Robin’s to the high school to the store, and Robin lived halfway between Eddie’s place and the school, so the ride cut his journey in half. Steve wanted to offer to pick Eddie up from his place but, unlike the rest of the carpool arrangement, it didn’t make sense, spatially, and Eddie said he didn’t mind the walk, and Steve was too embarrassed to insist.

heavy is the head

What Steve wants… it’s not as if they’ve never done it. They’ve just never done it like that. And they sure as shit haven’t done it with Wayne Douglas Munson sitting in the very next room, only the low hum of the TV to drown out every deafening pound of Eddie’s heart. He’s still staring, heart going double time. Doesn’t budge an inch. Steve lifts one perfectly arched brow. Goddamn it. So, so stupid.

thursday afternoon

this was supposed to be about cleaning up, but despite the constant stream of water, he feels sweatier than before. his skin is burning, his wrists are cramping and his legs are straining from how tense he’s been. if eddie were here he’d slide to his knees, ignore the resulting twin cracks and swat steve’s thigh to stop him from making any comments. he’d nuzzle against his crotch, hair clinging to his strong neck, his cheeks, and run his hands up and down steve’s trembling thighs. or; it's thursday afternoon, eddie gets home early from work and catches his husband deep in thought. (amongst other things)

Steve/Tommy (past, unrequited, pre/current Steve/Eddie)

stitches and the devouring mouth

tommy wasn't a great person, or even a good person, but he was going to push steve out of hawkins. his one good deed.

every mistake was made purposely

“You are such a fucking asshole.” Steve says, but again there’s no venom behind his words. It comes out like an observational statement, like they’re back in Freshman year biology marking down the anatomy of the frog they dissected. Looks like spaghetti, Steve had said while they stared down at the guts in front of them, and even now Tommy can’t eat spaghetti without thinking of it. “You know, believe it or not, Eddie doesn’t treat people the way you do. He wouldn’t even think to.” Tommy scoffs, does an eye roll of his own. “Yeah, I’m sure he’s real sweet to people before he gouges their eyes out."

#stranger things #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fic recs #myficrecs

[softsnzstuff]

Be Careful What You Wish For

Fandom: Stranger Things, (Streamer AU)

Summary: Steve and Eddie get invited to a corporate Christmas party. When Eddie complains because steve got sick and gets out of it, steve offers to give Eddie his cold. (Both have the kink)

CW: mess, contagion

Word Count: 2.3k

*****

“Noooooo! No no no no!” Eddie yelled dramatically as he ran down the apartment hallway with the mail.

“What?? What happened?!” Steve asked, panicked.

“Murray’s Christmas Party invite came in.”

“Jesus Christ Eddie, you made it sound like something was on fire! What’s so bad about Murray and a Christmas party?”

Eddie shot Steve a look, “It’s the corporate Christmas party. The one where we’re supposed to mingle with executives and other ‘influencers’?? I don’t want to go to that.”

Steve sighed, coughing into his shoulder, “Ugh, I don’t either. When is it?”

“Friday night.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“That’s like… days away?! Thanks for the short notice Murray.”

“Did you really expect anything different?”

“No.”

Murray, their talent manager, was great! He always hooked them up with the best gigs, promotional events, and knew how to interact with fans. His methods, on the other hand, we’re sporadic in nature and very spontaneous usually.

“Does it say anything about a dress code?” Steve asked. “I don’t want to show up under or overdressed.”

Eddie flicked the card, smiling annoyedly, “Not a damn thing, sweetheart. We can call him tomorrow I guess.”

---

Steve woke up to a persistent tickle in his nose and a sore throat. He sniffled to try and relieve the itch, but ended up having the opposite effect.

“HAESSHIEW!” Shit he didn’t want to wake up Eddie. He clamped a hand over his nose, “HNGSSHUU!”

Eddie’s eyes shot open and he immediately rolled over to face Steve, his interest piqued. He tried to hold back a lustful smirk as he asked, “You getting sick Stevie? Those didn’t sound like your regular sneezes.”

Steve sniffled thickly, “I feel a bit sick, yeah.”

“Aww. Poor baby.” Eddie dramatically pouted, poking Steve’s nose. “I’ll make you some tea!”

The older man got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth and pee before putting on some water to boil.

Steve took it upon himself to call Murray and ask about the dress code while Eddie was putting around in the kitchen.

Eddie wasn’t a huge tea person himself, but he knew what kind Steve liked when he wasn’t feeling well. He smiled to himself as he leaned against the counter, waiting for the water to boil. He could hear Steve’s muffled coughs and sniffles from the other room.

A few minutes had passed, the water boiled and the tea was steeped. Eddie carried the mug back towards the bedroom. Steve was propped up in bed now, on his phone.

“Thanks Eddie.” He said as he took the mug from his partner. “Murray says you should wear nice pants, a sports coat and preferably some kind of nice shirt.”

“Ughhh gross- wait. What about you? What are you wearing?”

Steve hesitated for a second, “I’m not going. Murray said he doesn’t want me there if I’m sick because it’s gross.”

He waited for his boyfriend to pick his jaw up off the floor. “Are you serious?? I certainly don’t want to go alone!”

“Chrissy and the girls will be there too!” Steve tried to offer.

“No it’s not the same.” Eddie mumbled, swinging open their shared closet to browse. as he rifled through the clothes he complained, “You’re so lucky you don’t have to go Steve. You always get sick. Just this once I wish it was me…”

“I mean…” Steve started.

Eddie turned around, “What?”

Steve blushed a little, “I could give you my cold…if that’s what you want. I feel pretty sneezy today anyways…”

A huge grin plastered itself to Eddie’s face. “Aww does your nose tickle?”

“Mmhmm. Can you hehh hand me your hih sweatshirt?”

Eddie grabbed the hoodie that was hanging on the back of a chair and passed it to Steve. The younger man grabbed it just in time to hold it in front of his face.

“H’iTZsssiew! … isssHIEW! TSHuhEW!”

As the sneezes tumbled out of him, he rotated the sweatshirt so that he made sure he got most of it.

“Bless you!” Steve handed the hoodie back to Eddie who graciously accepted, putting it on immediately.

Steve closed his eyes, hand fanning his face, “Wait come here!”

Eddie jumped onto the bed next to Steve, who grabbed Eddie by the collar as he pitched forward aiming at Eddie’s stomach.

“iiSSSSHew! TisssHUU!”

He froze, a few droplets of mess dripping from his nose into Eddie’s lap. The long haired man gently used his left hand to lift Steve’s chin, using the sleeve of his right hand to wipe away additional mess from his nose.

“You’re so hot Steve.” He said, pulling him in for a kiss. Eddie could feel Steve’s damp nostrils rubbing against his cheek as they made out.

After 30 seconds or so, Steve had to pull back, nostrils flaring. Without even trying to cover, he turned his head slightly to the side.

“H’eTSHuhew!” Eddie twitched as he felt the mist land on the side of his neck.

“Don’t turn away Steve. I’m trying to catch this, remember?”

Steve, who was pretty sure this was all just a wet dream, closed his eyes as Eddie leaned in close using his pointer finger to gently tap at Steve’s nose.

“Sneeze on me Steve.” He whispered.

Steve moaned, half out of pleasure and half from the buildup to the impending sneeze. Eddie positioned himself right in front of Steve, watching the man’s red and glistening nostrils flare with irritation.

“Eddie I Hihh I’m gonna H’ESSSSHiew! Hi-KSHTew! iiSSSHuhew!”

Eddie leaned back, moaning with desire as Steve misted his face and neck. He licked his lips and kissed Steve again.

Steve pulled a handful of tissues from the table on his side of the bed and gave a crackling nose blow. Eddie smiled, staring at Steve as he cleaned himself up, his face suddenly going slack.

“You okay there Stevie?”

As if suddenly realizing, Steve grabbed Eddie’s pillow from behind him and pressed it to his face. “HEH-IKSHEW! … h’MPTCHiew!!”

Sniffling soupily, he held the pillow out to Eddie, damp spots covering it. Eddie grinned and put the pillow down, laying his face on it.

“C’mere Steve.”

The younger man lay down as well, snuggling up close to Eddie. He rested his head on Eddie’s arm. The sneezing fit had loosened some congestion and made his nose run. Every few minutes, Eddie would reach down with his bare hands and wipe away the mess gathering at the corner of Steve’s nose.

When the sniffling became more persistent, the younger man would nuzzle into Eddie’s chest, wiping his nose on his shirt.

They lay together, sharing Steve’s tea and watching tv until Eddie had to get up to make them lunch.

---

Eddie was feeling pretty good that evening. He was almost certain to catch Steves cold, which is exactly what he wanted until Steve trudged into the kitchen that evening while Eddie was making soup.

“Eds?” He rasped, “I don’t think this is just a cold. I feel like shit.”

Eddie turned around. Steve was in pajama pants and a white tee. It was the flushed cheeks that caught Eddie’s attention. the older man touched his forehead and then moved his hand down to Steve’s cheek. They did feel a little warmer than usual.

“Shit. I think you’re right.” Eddie frowned, pulling Steve into a hug.

“I’m sorry Eddie.” Steve mumbled into Eddie’s shoulder.

“Don’t be sorry. Why are you sorry?”

“Because I already probably gave you whatever I have.”

Aw fuck. That’s right.

Not wanting Steve to feel bad, he put on a smile. “It’s okay Steve. That’s what I wanted. Maybe I’ll get lucky and avoid it after all.”

Eddie wasn’t stupid. He knew that was a blatant lie. He was bound to get this bug eventually. While it seemed like a bad cold for Steve, Eddie also knew that he didn’t get sick nearly as often as his partner. If he ended up getting it, he was sure it would knock him on his ass.

---

Come Friday, Eddie had his answer. It was 4am when he woke up, throat aching, head pounding, and stuffed up. He passed to the bathroom, turning the light on only after the door was closed so he wouldn’t wake Steve.

A shiver ran down his spine making him run at his arms. He took a moment to look at his reflection in the mirror, a pale and tired version of himself staring back.

“IxxCHU! NxxxT! NG’xxTCH! guh…”he blew his nose into some toilet paper and washed his hands before heading back to bed, waiting for sleep or illness to overtake him.

Steve was up and about by 9am. He made himself some toast and eggs while he checked emails on his phone. By the time ten o’clock rolled around, he realized it was odd for Eddie to not be up yet.

Some muffled but harsh sounding coughs coming from the bedroom had Steve on his feet in no time.

Eddie was still laying on his side, eyes closed. He looked paler than normal. Steve knelt down next to the bed and ran a gentle hand through his boyfriends hair, pausing and frowning at the heat radiating off him.

“Eds? You feel really warm. Are you okay?”

The older man didn’t open his eyes - only shook his head no.

“What’s wrong?”

Eddie opened his mouth to answer but instead barked a cough that he tried to cover. “Throat hurts. Achy. Cold. SNF sneezy.”

“I’m sorry baby. I’m going to grab the thermometer really quick.”

Eddie nodded. Steve got up and rummaged through the bathroom cabinet. He took the cap off the plastic instrument and rinsed it off before bringing it back into the bedroom.

When he got back, Eddie’s nostrils were flaring.

“H’iKSHT! Heh-itSCHU! ehhTSCH! Snff iiKSHuh’ue!”

Too tired to move or cover, he sneezed openly across his pillow case. He lifted the collar of his shirt up and used it to pinch away the tendrils of mess that were previously there. Steve grimaced, “Eddie… there’s tissues right there.”

“Too far…” he groaned. Steve’s frown deepened. He hadn’t ever seen Eddie this out of it.

He passed the box to his boyfriend, who cradled it like a teddy bear while steve slipped the thermometer in his mouth. The younger man dialed a number on his phone.

“Hey Murray. Yeah sorry, Eddie’s not going to make it either. He woke up sicker than me…… Mmhmm fever and everything.”

The device beeped and Steve took it out. “101.5°. Yeah he’s down for the count…”

It was at this moment, Eddie let out a particularly wet and sick sounding sneeze. “H’iiKSHuhew! snlorff.”

There was a pause while Steve listened to Murray on the other end of the line.

“Yeah that was him; bless you Eddie.” He said, covering the phone to bless his boyfriend. Eddie just nodded, wiping his nose along the back of his hand.

“So sorry! We’ll be at the next one. Okay bye.”

Steve hung up the phone. “So good news is we don’t have to go to that corporate party tonight!” Steve tried to seem cheery. “Do you want anything to eat?”

Eddie shook his head, “N’do. Just wadda lay here forever. Can we just cuddle?”

Steve softened. “Yeah baby, we can cuddle.”

He crawled under the sheets, sitting up while Eddie rested against his chest. His soft congested snores punctuating the cooking show Steve had put on for himself.

---

After three episodes of Master Chef Jr, Steve must have dozed off because next thing he knows, it’s 4:30pm. He blinks away the sleep and looks around.

The tv is on the “are you still there?” screen and Eddie is still sleeping, cheeks flushed and a sheen of sweat on his forehead. There’s a small damp spot on the pillow where his nose is undoubtedly leaking without his knowing.

Another buzz reminds him why he woke up in the first place. His phone is ringing. He picks it up and sees Chrissy’s picture illuminating the screen. FaceTime.

He clicks the green answer button and suddenly the screen fills with his face and hers.

“Hey Chrissy.” He says in a hushed voice, looking over at Eddie who started to stir.

“Hey, Robin told me you guys aren’t coming to the event tonight? I was just going to ask what you were wearing so I could color coordinate.”

Steve coughed to the side, “Yeah sorry, we’re both sick - Eddie more so than me at this point.”

Chrissy frowned as the brunette turned the phone around to show Eddie. Suddenly, his face scrunched up as he pulled the blankets up to cover his nose.

“iiTCHuhew! H’eKSHTiew! snlrff H’MPTscht!”

“Bless you bub.” Chrissy said sympathetically.

The older man looked up from behind the (now slightly damp) blankets, “Hi Chris. Sorry about m’bissi’g tonight.”

“It’s okay! You sound awful. Probably for the best you two stay home and rest. Have you been like that all day?”

“Pretty m’buch.” Eddie coughed into his sleeve before rolling over to blow his nose.

Steve turned the phone back towards himself while Chrissy virtually took him to the closet. “So I’m wearing this red dress. Do you think white fluffy sweater or black overcoat?”

“Fluffy sweater definitely.” Steve nodded, giving her a thumbs up. “Eds?”

Eddie turned to look, tissues still pressed against his nose. “SNF I agree. Fluffy sweater- ih’GTCHuu! snorff Christ!”

“Okay, thanks boys. I’ll let you guys rest now.”

“Bye Chrissy!”

The rest of the evening would be filled with texts from Robin, Nancy and Chrissy about how Murray got a little drunk and started dancing the Macarena to Last Christmas as well as tipsy photos from them as they made their way through the night talking to other businesspeople.

“Maybe next year we should just go.” Steve mentioned to Eddie as they looked at the pictures together.

“Couldn’t agree more.” Eddie said, “This bug sucks. Guess I’ll have to be more careful what I wish for.”

#s/tranger t/hings #streamer AU #e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #steddiesnz #snz kink #snzblr #sickfic #snzfic #sneezing #illness #cw: mess #contagion #cold sharing #kb writes #streamer!eddie #streamer!steve

[yanderes-galore]

Can you do yan Steve burnside from code Veronica with a childhood friend darling please ?

Love him, honestly- They did him dirty though. Aged up as usual. Sorry if I got his character wrong, we don't know much about his backstory before he met Claire I think.

Yandere! Steve Burnside with Childhood Friend! Darling

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Gun mention, Clingy behavior, Implied dub con touching (?), Overprotective behavior, Swearing, Murder implied, Trauma, Death.

You would have to meet way before his family was kidnapped and killed/experimented on.

He'd be an incredibly sweet kid in your youth.

His father was always occupied with work, leaving him bored and alone.

Then he met you and that sealed the deal.

Steve seems like the type of person who, when he's younger and doesn't know any better, tries to charm you.

You both don't understand love but he's still making promises of being your partner.

It's innocent, it's cute, you're so close with each other.

Then he's met with heart break when you go to different schools.

You're both so busy now...

He barely gets to see you and it breaks his heart.

He always saw himself as your knight in shining armor.

Someone who'd be there with you until the end.

Now home life was getting in the way... preventing him from seeing you so often.

Steve saw you a few times in the teen years of both of you.

He always came off as friendly, yet he hid his desire for something more with you.

You never had the time... before he could even ask if you saw him more than a friend-

His father fucked up, leaving him stranded in an unfamiliar place.

Alone....

He never thought he'd see you again after such a fate.

Let alone anyone-

That is until he meets Claire... with you beside her.

Upon seeing you, he feels his heart speed up.

Even years later, he still adores you.

Would now be a good time to play knight for you?

Claire is surprised when she sees you two reunite.

Steve at first tries to act cool, he's in front of you after all.

It crumbles ever so slightly when you tackle him in a hug.

It fuels his feelings when Claire calls you two cute once you explain the past you share.

Steve's face heats up so red at that.

You have no idea how much he loves you-

He still wants to keep his promise to you.

He wants to be the best boyfriend for you-

His obsession would build the longer Code Veronica progresses.

He's fine parting with Claire, but he never leaves you alone.

Like a puppy, he clings to you.

This could be easily excused by the trauma he's experienced.

However, he also just really misses you.

Steve would be so protective, too.

He's lost his parents, he refuses to lose you too.

He can be ruthless when he feels he needs to be.

Steve also seems like someone easily motivated by emotions.

Like the whole unloading a clip into a corpse or freaking out when you're hurt kind of thing.

He's impulsive and runs on such behavior when it comes to you.

Things like hugs and kisses are also rather impulsive to him.

He tries it any chance he gets.

He loves you to the point it spills over into his actions.

You're also childhood friends!

He knows you better than anyone else.

That means he's perfect for you, right?

Even if you think he needs to stop being so obsessive, he just can't!

He loves you, he only needs you.

Overall, Steve would be very attached to a childhood friend darling.

After everything he's been through, you're his only solace anyways.

#yandere resident evil #yandere resident evil code veronica #yandere steve burnside

[eddiemunching]

ok idea for robin x reader where reader is steves childhood friends and steve is constantly trying to get them to meet and set them up

Matchmaker Steve at your service! Sorry if this feels rushed, I’m super busy lately :o Warnings: Swearing, mature themes, lesbian! Reader, mentions of sex (but no smut)

Matchmaker - Robin x Reader

Five times Steve tried to set you up with Robin plus the one time it actually worked.

1.

The first time happened in high school, back when you were a junior following around Steve’s senior antics. He had practically begged for you to come to the mall after school, promising you a free ice cream if you took up his offer.

“Why did you want me to come anyway, it’s not like you’re alone at work.” You said, digging into that free ice cream and nodding towards the back door where you knew he had some coworker messing around.

“We’re not allowed to hang out anymore?” He pouted, serving a customer with a jolly wave and an overly friendly smile.

“We can hang out perfectly fine at your house, I miss your mom.” You sighed before standing up and heading to the trash can, muttering to yourself about her wonderful cooking.

“I wanted you to meet my coworker Robin.” Steve gestured to the door, pointing to where Robin was apparently supposed to be. Instead you were greeted with an empty space and a very confused Steve.

“So, where is she?" You narrowed your eyes.

“She’s right-" he turned around to face the nothingness “Robin! NOT AGAIN!” He rushed after her, leaving you standing there alone.

2.

It was maybe two months since the ice cream incident. Steve would not stop apologizing and offering even more free food, despite your claims that it was a one-time thing and not to worry about it.

“Sit with me at lunch?” He asked, pleading with you and practically dragging you over to his table already.

Placing your shitty lunch on the table, you gazed around at the weird mix of friends Steve had, all of them sticking to their own, much more strange, conversations.

“Okay, so I’ve known you since I was four and you’ve never invited me to eat lunch with you.” You said suspiciously, leaning over to look Steve in the eyes. “What’s this about?”

“I can’t eat with my longest and bestest friend ever?” He forced a fake smile, his voice faltering with each word.

“This is about your friend, Robin was it?” You looked around his table, attempting to figure out the mystery girl he was constantly talking about.

“Shit. She was supposed to be here.” He grumbled again, putting his head in his hands.

“You can introduce me to your girlfriend whenever y’know?” You said between mouthfuls of food. “You don’t have to invite me to lunch either.”

3.

Luckily, Steve had waited until summer to bother you again. He was throwing yet another party, establishing a strict swimsuit-only code. Your old black bikini would have to suffice for this occasion.

“I’m starting to think this girlfriend of yours is made up Harrington, or she just really hates being seen around you.” You said wrapping your beach towel around your waist, grunting at the wet spots touching your skin.

“Look, she’s not my girlfriend-“ he said before being cut off by another voice.

“I definitely do hate him.” The voice said. “He’s really bad at throwing good parties.” She said picking at the array of food and ruffling Steve's hair.

“Robin finally.” He sighed. “This is Y/N.” He smiled, gesturing for you two to shake hands.

To humor Steve you held out your hand, winking at Robin to encourage her to do the same. Instead of shaking you opt to give her a quick kiss on the top of her wrist. Definitely in a more gentleman manner than Steve has ever shown.

“I’m going to steal your girlfriend Harrington.” You yelled before pulling Robin into the pool with you.

“That’s the point.” Steve muttered under his breath as you both collapsed into the warm waters.

4.

After clearing up with Robin that Steve was definitely not her boyfriend, you two met up outside of Steve's overbearing influence quite regularly. Both agreeing to not let Steve know to prevent a potential uproar.

You found yourself in Robin's room, sitting on her small single bed with a growing awkwardness.

“Have you and Steve ever…” Robin blurted out randomly, holding her hand over her mouth in shock.

“Kissed? Hooked up?” You finished for her, grinning at such a bizarre question coming from Robin. “Never. I made it very clear to Steve that I do NOT like guys, especially ones with obnoxious big hair.”

“You don’t like guys at all?” Robin‘s eyes grew big, you could tell she was holding back a smile. “You’re a-"

“Yes. I’m a lesbian.” You gulped hard, not knowing what reaction she’d have to this sudden news. “I didn’t mean to just come out with it. It's just not every day you get asked that and I’m sorry if you hate me. I just wanted to clear things up.”

“I was just shocked that Steve hadn’t said anything about it before.” Robin insisted, rubbing your leg with her painted fingers to calm you down. “How does he get lucky with two lesbian best friends?”

5.

Inviting Robin out seemed to be a lot easier process than when it was with Steve, bearing in mind he had a new event every week and always ended up canceling your plans anyway.

“See how peaceful it is without our little loud mouth.” You sighed happily.

“No one here to bother us about his devastating love life and his new hot girl every week.” Robin agreed. “I could get used to this.”

After about twenty minutes of pure silence, both of you savoring your coffees, a familiar voice called out. “You’re hanging out without me?”

You both turned to look at eachother and groaned. “Steve.” You said in unison.

“So. Not. Cool.” He grumbled. “I’m supposed to be supervising you two at all times.”

“We’re not five Steve.” You shoved him into a seat across from you, saving the one next to you for Robin. “Besides, you turned us down for another girl.”

“Is two girls not enough for you Steve.” Robin teased.

“Please just enlighten me when you’re going to be out alone.”

“This isn’t even about us being out together is it?.” You butted in. “You’re jealous of us.”

“W-what no!” Steve attempted to save himself. “I just want to do the matchmaking myself!”

“Matchmaking?” Robin looked at you confused. Before you could interrogate Steve further, he rushed out of his seat, sprinting out of your sight. “What just happened?”

+1

You had started hanging out with Robin more and more, having found you have a lot in common. It was refreshing to have another girl’s opinion in your life since Steve was never any help at all.

“Did Steve invite you to his house tonight?” You asked, rummaging through your closet for something to wear. Hovering over different shirts with your fingertips and sighing when you were met with out-of-date material.

“Probably another one of his movie nights where he falls asleep at nine and kicks us out again.”

“I am not in the mood to deal with sleepy Steve tonight.” You grunted putting on the closest dress you could find. “Does this look okay, I have no clue what the dress code is for this thing.”

“You look wow. I mean good.” Robin stuttered out, looking at the way the dress fell just below your thighs. "No need to look all fancy for Steve's boring house."

"A dress is not fancy. I just want to look nice, that's all." You say as you pull out another dress. "Why don't we play some dress-up. Put it on, I've never seen you in a dress before."

"There's a reason you haven't." Robin gags, pushing the dress away. "They're far too itchy and uncomfortable."

"Don't let me go overdressed alone." You sulk, beginning to fake cry.

"Fine." She gives in. "But you owe me. Big time."

In all honesty, seeing Robin in a flowery dress was not something you ever expected. The color was definitely not flattering on her but she somehow made it work in a cute awkward way.

"You look so cute." You giggled, petting Robin's head.

"I look stupid." Robin moaned, going to take it off.

"We're leaving and you're wearing that." You stopped Robin from changing and fixing her makeup. "Let's surprise Steve with our hotness."

It took around twenty minutes to arrive at Steves and to your surprise, no one was there. You unlocked the door swiftly, using the handy key from under the leftmost plant pot. Sheer silence accompanied you two as you entered. There was absolutely no sign of Steve at all.

"Did he forget to tell us it was canceled or?" Robin said, helping herself to some candy on Steve's cabinet.

"Typical Steve." you groaned. "Do you want to leave, we can just go back to mine."

"How about we have fun here first?" Robin smiled, gesturing to Steve's room.

You both attempted to run up the stairs, crashing into each other in a small heap on the third step. Robin hoisted you up and continued the journey to Steve's infamous bedroom.

"So how many people do you think he's brought back into this very same room." Robin picked at the bedsheets.

"I really hope he changes the decor every once in a while." You shuddered.

"Think about how many times he had sex on this bed."

"Stop. Gross. Gross. Gross." You covered your ears. "You're going too far."

"How does he even get girls up here?" Robin questioned. "People are actually into Steve or is he making it up to sound cool."

"Why isn't he getting us any girls?" You looked to Robin. "The only two lesbians in Hawkins it seems."

"Maybe he did help us get a girl." Robin mentioned.

"What do you mean?" You asked, cocking your head to the side.

"After all, we did meet because of him." Robin justified, shocked at how she was coming to Steve's defense.

You let her idea register in your mind. Initially you had never thought about Steve possibly setting this whole thing up. He was more of a dingus than anything else, messing up most plans with his foolish behavior.

“You don’t think he’s smart enough for this, do you?” You laughed lightly, moving closer to look Robin in the eyes.

“I’m just saying.” She shrugged. “He knew what he was doing inviting us here.”

Before wasting another moment you pull robin down by her shoulders and connect your lips with a deep kiss, binding you together in the moment. It was long overdue. There was always this inkling in the back of your mind that Robin liked you. You often caught her quick glances. The way her breath hitched when you walked past. She always listened to your long rambles, ensuring you that you were completely in the right every single time.

“Steve is the best wingman in the history of Hawkins.” You exclaimed, using Steve’s Polaroid camera to capture a quick peck from Robin, leaving it on his pillow as some form of a trophy.

#stranger things #robin buckley #robin x reader #robin buckley x reader

[sunwarmed-ash]

🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

Death changes everything Chapter 2: Don't you know who I think I am?

Fandom: Stranger Things

Ships: Mungrove, healing Harringrove, steddiegrove/harringroveson/metalsandwich

Tags: EmOTiOnz, Bad Ass Mother Fucking Wayne Munson, Abusive Neil Hargrove, inferred child abuse, harringrove catharsis, Billy hargrove needs a hug, and two boyfriends, emotional sex, M/M/M

Trigger warnings: homophobia, homophobic language

Chapter summary:

It had been three weeks, since their night together. And Eddie had become obsessed since. He only knew that because Robin had just told him, 

“You’re obsessed,” while they were sitting under the oak tree at lunch. Steve didn't join them today, which Eddie is actually grateful for. He doesn't know how to broach the topic of sleeping with Billy, Steve’s ex, with his new best friend. 

He told Robin immediately, had to, she was his absolute best friend, wingman, right hand man and partner in crime. Had been since 7th grade orchestra and they never looked back. They were the definition of The Odd Couple, but it benefited both of their strives toward queer anonymity that people just assumed it was natural the two weirdos were dating each other. They never bothered correcting the assumption, except with other queerdos who knew about The Code. Steve, recently awoken bisexual, fell into that category, and his relationship with Billy was complicated in the simplest, most convenient of terms. 

Eddie let out a heavy sigh. He could feel tears brimming on the edge og lids, but he couldnt let them fall. Not now. 

“He’s gonna hate me.”

Robin sighs heavily now too. And eddie hates hes the one who made her make that sound. 

“Every day you put it off is only making it worse.”

“Gee thanks alot Rob,”

“Well im sorry! I’ve tried the kind and compassionate route! Look where its gotten you!”

Shes right, of course she is, but he still doesn't want to hear it. 

“Eddie,” she sighs, interlacing her arm with his and kissing the edge of his bicep the way she does only when shes about to deliver some hard truths, “its gonna suck. Yeah. But, he will get over it. You gotta give Steve the chance to be okay with it before you convince yourself he won’t be. He won't hurt you, Steve’s not like that, but, it’s going to hurt him. I don’t think Steve will ever be over Billy.”

The tears fall anyway. 

“Fuck.” Which is annoying because he let himself be convinced he could save two dollars and go without waterproof eyeliner and now he’s paying the price. “I don't deserve either of them.”

“Stop that shit right now. I think you might be freaking yourself out a little. It’s just sex.”

“Sex with Billy is not just sex to Steve.”

“You're not Steve.”

“You're right, I’m a slut and an idiot.”

Robin sighs at his self depricary, resting her head against his bicep now. 

“Invite Steve over, make him dinner, then tell him. Then talk to Billy. If you’re asking for my advice.”

He was, he really was at his wits end after 3 weeks of no further contact, new injuries on Billy, and too long in his own head. 

“I love you.”

Robin snorted. 

“That’s so gay Munson. But I love you too.”

It got Eddie to laugh too, and he was so happy to have her as a platonic soulmate.

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