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A Night to Remember | Moon Knight System x Reader

Word Count | 4.5k

Summary | A nice night with your boyfriend Marc quickly unveils into chaos. A third altar? A horrifying demon? Your half-assed Egyptian God of Wind and Air, Shu? What could possibly go wrong. 

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“Here you go.”

You smile sweetly at your boyfriend as you set the cup down on the coffee table, taking care not to spill the hot contents inside.

“Thanks, baby,” Marc says as he sinks further into the couch, the NFL playing on the television becoming a background buzz. You watch him with furrowed eyebrows, his eyes fluttering shut briefly before snapping open again. His breathing is heavier than normal and it’s almost as if he’s curling in on himself as he sits there, eyes blank.

“You alright, Marc?” You murmur, reaching over to lay a hand on his shoulder softly. At the contact, his gaze shoots to you. He mumbles something incoherent before speaking up.

“Mm, i’m alright, hon. Jus’ a little dizzy. That’s all…”

You hum noncommittally, not sitting down yet as you observe him carefully. 

“Stevey’s not trying to front, is he?” you ask calmly, head tilting in question. A few dark locks of hair fall over his forehead as he blinks blearily over at you. His strong jaw is accentuated by the gentle glow of the lamp, his features seeming to darken with exhaustion. “Marc?” 

He shakes his head.

Your lips thin as you keep watching him, a part of you suspecting that Steven was, in fact, trying to take the body. He continues to sit there in a haze, and you think for a moment before cupping his face gingerly. He blinks up at you, though it's as if he's not really seeing you.

“I’m gonna get you some water, alright? I don’t think coffee is gonna do you any good right now.”

Marc doesn’t respond. Turning on your heel, you quickly make your way back into the kitchen, hands wringing together in worry. Marc can handle it, you remind yourself. He’s a big boy. Nevertheless, you can’t help but put an extra hop in your step, hoping to get the glass of water and return to his side pronto. The glass is cold in your hands, the filtered water that had been sitting in the fridge making it even more so. Though you can’t see into the lounge from where you are, you can't help but keep glancing towards the doorway in concern for your lover.

The water quickly rises to the top of the cup. You hurry back into the room. 

Except now, Marc isn’t there. You stop in place, lips pursing. Where had he…? Before your mind could come up with anything crazy, you heard the soft thud of footsteps approaching you from behind. 

“Marc, lovely? How are you…feeling?” 

As you spun around to face him, your words slowly trailed off. Marc was standing there, but immediately you could tell there was something off. His eyes seemed to have gotten somehow darker, his back straighter than usual. Any signs of his previous delirious state had practically vanished into thin air. You cocked your head to the side, assessing him. Silently, he stared back, his empty stare now a piercing glare. 

“Marc?” you cleared your throat, “You alright?”

Slowly, like a creeping vine, a smile made its way across his lips.

“Fine, darling.” He replied, though there was something off about that too. His voice was rasping just a little too much, a strange accent lacing his voice. He narrowed his eyes. “Are you okay?” 

You blinked a couple of times while you processed his words.

“Fine,” you stammered. “Um, I suppose you’re feeling better then.” You amended, not fully believing that he was just suddenly okay. Just to make sure, you shot him a sheepish grin, beckoning him over. Wordlessly, he answered your call, coming closer. When he was within reaching distance, you raised the back of your hand to his forehead, feeling the skin there for any signs of a fever. At the unexpected action, he looked down at you with confusion, body tensing. Before he could ask, you were already retracting your hand to your side. “You’re not coming down with something, right? I mean, you don’t feel warm but your voice…”

His dark chocolate eyes met yours with a sudden intensity, making you bring your bottom lip between your teeth. Nervous. Why were you nervous all of a sudden?

“Maybe I am getting sick,” he said slowly, eyes tracking the length of your face carefully. “I feel a little…faint.”

Knew it. You gave him a reprimanding look, bringing your hands up to push him back down onto the couch next to you. He went down with ease, not putting up a fight. Remembering the glass of water you had discarded onto the table, you quickly found it, situating it in his hands. 

“Drink,” you ordered. 

He did so, eyes still not leaving you even as his throat bobbed with each swallow. You mirrored him, eyes a little tight around the edge as you regarded his actions. A dreadful feeling crept up your spine but you shrugged it off for the time being, leaning onto the arm of the sofa casually.  

“Can’t believe Konshu would let his avatar get sick,” you murmured, loud enough for Marc to hear. “I’d say the old geezer’s not exactly doing his job right, is he?” The silence that met you was eerie. Marc lowered the glass from his lips, reaching over to place it on the oak table. He didn’t say anything, didn’t laugh. Normally, Marc would be the first to laugh at any remark or joke made at Konshu’s expense, so this quiet response had you concerned. He must have realised his silence unsettled you, as the next moment he was cracking a small grin.  

“Yes, well…” he didn’t finish his sentence. Just sat there, something heavy going on behind those almond eyes of his. You wanted to do something, hold his hand, but that daunting feeling was back. When he glanced at you, you swore that, even for a second, you were looking at a stranger. But if it wasn’t Marc, then who was it? At the thought, you blinked repetitively, mentally scolding yourself. You were just paranoid. All the worry for his well being was turning your head into mush. But the idea was incessant, haunting. Maybe something funny was going on up in his deep and complex mind; perhaps Steven was causing a ruckus. You nearly laughed at the thought of your sweet British man doing anything remotely annoying or ‘causing a ruckus.’

“Hey, Marc?” you spoke, conscientious about what you were saying. “Are you sure you’re the only one driving the car, right now? I mean, Steven’s not shotgunning, right?” He looked at you with bewilderment, as if the analogy wasn’t one the two of you had used a thousand times before. Quickly though, you watched as he dispersed of the shock and instead, shook his head calmly.

“No.”

“Oh,” you whispered. “Oh, okay.”

Just then, a dark shadow flew past the corner of your eye. When you tilted your head slightly to the left, you were met with the sight of your very own god, Shu, standing by the bookcase in the corner of the room. Very minutely, you raised your eyebrows; a silent query. 

His response was instantaneous.

That is not Marc Spector, little mortal.

Your eyes widened a tad but you schooled your features, urging him to continue with a slight wave of your hand. In front of you, Marc had his eyes trained to the tv, lips curled into a displeased frown. Though you wanted to inquire more from your god directly, it didn’t seem like the right thing to do given the situation at hand.

There is a darkness radiating off him. Like a plague. But I'm not quite sure what it is…

A plague? Curious, you peeked over at where Shu was standing, but was met with the barren walls of the apartment instead. You couldn’t help but mutter a soft curse. That annoying old prick. Hearing your profanity, Marc peered back at you again, a salacious grin curving his lips.

“Filthy mouth, mi amor.” 

What were meant to be supposedly cute words had you holding back a flinch. Marc never spoke Spanish to you; and he certainly never called you his ‘amor’. You couldn’t show him that though, so instead of gaping in shock like you wanted to, you returned his teasing with a cheeky little smile.

“¿Sí? Mala mía, nena.” Something twinkled in his eyes as he leaned towards you. He clicked his tongue tauntingly. Though there was something strange going on, and there was a large possibility that this wasn’t Marc - it was still his body, and you were still just as attracted to it as you were twenty minutes ago, which didn’t help much at all.

“No bueno, not good at all.” he admonished, dark eyes looking you up and down like prey. Beside you, your hand clenched into a fist. Spanglish banter with Marc? Something was definitely up.

You hesitantly stood up, nodding towards the kitchen.

“I’ll be right back, need some water.” Marc waved at his nearly empty glass.

“You can have some of mine, hermosa.” He eyed you quizzically as you shook your head.

“You’re sick, remember?” you huffed out a quiet laugh over your shoulder, already walking away. Back turned, you missed the way his lips straightened seriously, eyelids falling into a bored expression.

This time as you crossed the threshold, you were in a rush for a whole other reason. 

Be careful, little mortal. That is definitely not one of your boy-toys in that meatsuit.

You jumped at the booming voice in your head, whipping around to the kitchen counter where Shu had returned, sitting nonchalantly on a stool. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Yeah, thanks, I got that part.” you hissed quietly, walking towards your knife block. “But if it’s not Marc, and it’s not Steven - who the hell is it?” The ancient Egyptian made a shrugging gesture at you, ostrich feather flopping around on his head while he looked around the room.

Something dark. Something ominous.

“Okay, would you stop it with the mysterious, vague crap? What is - “ you paused suddenly, ears faintly picking up on movement from beyond the door. The hand that had been reaching for your chef's knife instantly stopped and redirected to the cupboard above your head, in an attempt to appear like you were searching for a glass.

Uh-oh.

You shot a last minute glare at the wind god, grabbing hold of a glass as you heard footsteps hit the tiled floor of the kitchen. Briefly, you closed your eyes and took a calming breath. Whatever this was - you would deal with it. A cold draft made its way up your spine.

Don’t turn around, little one.

Shu warned you, his usual booming cadence levelling out as he watched over you. As you observed him from the corner of your eye, you watched as he mimicked a gun with two dark fingers, your lips downturning at the action.

“Oh, hey Marc?” you asked in an attempt of casual indifference, one hand grasping at the door to the fridge. He took a moment to answer.

“Yes?” 

It was almost like he wasn’t even trying to hide the New York accent anymore.

“Steven forgot to feed Gus and Frankie this morning. Could you…?” he anticipated your question and you heard the hefty sigh that escaped his lips behind you. There was a slight tapping sound against the floor before you heard him walking off to supposedly feed the goldfish. You let out a breath of relief, go you. 

It was a lie, of course. Steven could never forget to feed the fish. However, Marc had been fronting all day, and well, Marc didn’t really care for, in his words, ‘the stupid pets’. Naturally then, it was your job to feed the fish when Steven wasn’t present; though, you had returned home from a mission early this morning and had fallen right into bed with Marc, your fatigued mind not even remembering till now that you owned Gus and Frankie. Still, the excuse to get this Marc imposter away from you and unsuspecting was as good as any.

Make haste, little mortal. He will kill you if you don’t do it first.

You directed an angry snarl at your god.

“I’m not killing my boyfriend.”

Though as you said this, the silver of the knife sheened as it slipped from the block.

Why don’t you just wear the suit?

“Because I’m trying not to let on that I know he’s not Marc!” You whispered angrily, stalking around the counter and stopping at the hallway door.

The suit will keep you safe.

“If I need the suit, then give me the damn suit. But for now, shut up and watch my back.” The god huffed dramatically in your head but you ignored it, creeping along the wall till Marc, or Marc’s body you guess you should say, came into view. He was standing at the fish tank, large hands fiddling with a packet of feed. 

You nearly started cursing at him - that was the wrong stuff! He was holding the special treat pellets Steven liked to give them when they behaved. The bloody bags cost double the amount of normal feed. Steven wouldn’t be happy if it was wasted, neither would you.

Delicately, you snuck up behind him, air stuck in your lungs. The knife you brandished was tucked closely to the small of your back, your eyes never leaving the enigmatic figure in front of you. Appearing stoic and collected on the outside, you were freaking the hell out on the inside. You hadn’t thought this far ahead. Would you threaten him? Demand him to reveal himself? You weren’t going to actually hurt this dude, right? Afterall, it was still your boyfriend's body and just the idea of bringing him harm caused a gnawing pit to grow in your stomach. You’d known Marc for well over a year now, and although your first meeting had technically been a fight between the two of you (a petty god vs a pettier god kind of thing) it had been the last time you had laid hands on eachother so violently and with so much ill intent. 

It’d bring you a lot of pain to hurt Marc, but him hurting you? It would kill him. So, the fact that this guy was seemingly trying to outright murder you…Yeah, it stung a little. Imagining Marc or Steven finding you dead on the floor made you feel sick to the stomach.

With that in mind, you crept closer, only a step away from grabbing him and putting the knife to his throat like you intended. You weren’t going to cut him - no way, you were just gonna scare him a little and hopefully get some answers.

Well, that was the plan at least.

Until he whipped around and pointed a beretta M9 straight at your chest.

Your eyes widened.

“Hold on -”

He did not. 

You saw the squeezing of his finger, heard the click of the gun and then your ears began to ring with the sound of a gunshot. Straight into the heart. 

Gasping for breath, you stumbled back, eyes frantically darting to the golden chestplate now wrapping around your torso. 

Told you, you needed the suit. 

Your panicked expression quickly morphed into one of fury, hands shaking by your side. The chef's knife that you had intended to use was quickly chucked behind you as you snatched your spear from your back, your armour now encasing your whole body.

“You asshole!” You yelled at the man, stunned at how easily he had tried to murder you. He blinked at you innocently, gun lowered to his side.  

“Nothin’ personal, sweetheart.” he said, this time the fake voice he had kept up shattered completely. “Orders are orders, you’d understand.” 

Your jaw clenched. No, no you would not understand. 

“Konshu is making you do this?” He rolled his eyes at you.

“Who else?”

“Who else? I - why the hell,” you didn’t know what to say to that. Konshu wanted you dead? Since when? “Who even are you?” you managed to get out, trying to gain some semblance of control back. A smug smirk came over his face. 

“¿Que? I’m Marc Spector,” he taunted you, knowing full well that you knew he was not Marc Spector. Not in the slightest.

You ground your teeth, shooting a glance at the Egyptian god over near the bed. He wasn’t looking at you, his eyes trained on the window. 

“Shu?” you hissed, no longer bothering to hide the fact you were talking to him. Not Marc Spector raised a brow. “What is it?” The god looked over at you quickly, his eyes darting between you and not Marc. His eyes flared with golden light.

Shaytan.

A cold wave flowed through you at the word. The scrunched up, concerned look on your face did not go unnoticed by the imposter opposite you.

“Wow, you’re loco. I’m probably doing the boys a favour gettin’ rid of you.” 

You tried to ignore his words, but the sheer malice of what he was saying caused an involuntary reaction. You whipped your head back to him, an accusatory finger pointed in his direction.

“Shut your mouth, dimwit. You must think this is a real joke, huh? Shaytan - it’s a demon! You need to back off, now, because something really, really bad is going on.”

All you received was a flat, deadpan look. 

“Okay, I’ve entertained this long enough. No hard feelings, loca.” As he spoke, he tucked his gun into the sweatpants Marc had been wearing, head tilting back a little. You watched as he closed his eyes and then…nothing happened. The silence was prominent when he peeked one eye open, lips pulling down. His fists clenched by his side but still, everything stayed the same. You could’ve laughed. 

“Having a problem there, estúpido?” you mocked. He glared at you, mumbling something under his breath. Then too, he looked towards the window, completely disregarding you. 

“Aye, where’s the suit?” he said. You looked at the blank space that he was talking to, glancing at Shu who had come up next to you. He rested a glowing palm on your head.

Look.

You had to stop yourself from screaming as the light flooded your mind, opening up your conscience to the world beyond. By the window, ghoulish form trembling and heaving, you witnessed the creature Shu claimed was the ‘Shaytan’. Long pale limbs, glowing silver orbs for eyes and a body that resembled a starved, withering corpse. It was definitely not Konshu. Your stare wavered to where not Marc was speaking to him, confusion washing over you.

He only sees Konshu standing there.

Shu’s words made you frown.

That’s what those Shaytan do. They hide their true form, encapture gods and feed on the vulnerable souls of well…avatars. 

“Are you saying that thing wants to eat my soul?” The horror on your face doubled. “Wait, are you saying that it’s also gonna eat Marc and Steven’s soul?” 

Shu grimaced.

It looks hungry, little one. You should probably run.

“What!?” You almost screamed. Just then, the haunting eyes of the creature locked onto you. Your heart dropped to your feet. “Do something!” you hissed at your god, “get rid of it!” The awkward laugh booming in your head was not reassuring. At the same time, not Marc met eyes with you, determination ever-present on his face. Great, just what you needed. One horrifying monster and one murderous psycho. Amazing.

See, that’s not really my area of expertise. We need the moon god, he has more experience with those things.

Slowly, you began to back away, spear clutched in a death grip. “Are you kidding me? Where is he then?”

Like I said, they encapture gods. Konshu is probably fighting his way back from the underworld right now. Don’t fret though, I’m sure you will be alright. If you…if you leave. Right now. Um. 

You were already running, floorboards thudding beneath you as you skidded down the hall towards the front door. When you glanced back, you noticed that your god had completely vanished, probably not wanting to be the next one on this demon's hit-list. 

“You’re the lousiest god I know, Shu! I swear to - OOF!”

As you reached for the silver knob, something heavy came barraging into you from behind. Your back throbbed at the harsh contact. As soon as you hit the ground, you twisted your body - expecting to come face to face with the psycho occupying Marc's body. You wanted to cry when you realised that it was not the psycho, but rather the soul-hungry boogeyman that was trying to rip you to shreds. Its paper skin rippled as it leant towards you, mouth opening into a deep, black hole. As soon as you saw the pink tendrils that slithered out from that darkness, you knew you’d be having nightmares for at least a year after this. 

Beyond him, the moon gods' avatar came screeching to a halt, his eyebrow drawing together at what he was watching. 

“Konshu?” he asked in that thick american accent of his. If it weren’t for the fact you were about to get your soul sucked from your body, you would have shouted at the man for being so stupid. The creature huffed above you, a low howling sound echoing from its skinless lips. “Right…” not Marc responded. You could barely believe what you were seeing and hearing. He really believed this was Konshu, didn’t he? You almost felt bad for the man for being tricked by this demon. Almost. 

Those tendrils got closer and closer. It was only when they were a hair's breadth away from your face did they stop. You inhaled noisily, trying to escape the grip of this thing. But even when you managed to pull a hand free and swing your spear haphazardly, it simply passed through it like a cloud, having zero effect. The Shaytan didn’t like that, growling and snarling in your face. You turned white as a ghost. 

Holy hell. You were going to die.

A dark shadow fell over your head and you were barely able to make out Shu above the demon's head. The tendrils tickled your nose and you had to contain a shout.

“Do something,” you whispered through clenched teeth. “Shu, don’t you dare let me die to this thing.” Your eyes fluttered in uncontained fear as you felt it latch onto you with those tentacle things. It’s heaving, rough breaths amplifying as it tugged at your skin. “Shu!”

To your utter relief, the Egyptian God actually did do something. His hand, decorated in sapphire jewels and dark beads, reached out in front of him, some sort of ancient Egyptian chant leaving his lips. You could just make out the ankh held firmly in his other hand. As the words spilled out, the Shaytan began to thrash, angry howls filling your ears. Even so, it didn’t disconnect from you. You were beginning to feel dizzy, a tiredness taking over your body. It was like the feeling of running nonstop for hours and finally passing out from dehydration. Except you weren’t just passing out, your very mind and being was being pulled from you.

“Shu,” you rasped desperately. His chanting stopped.

Nothing’s working, little mortal. I’m sorry but there’s not much else I can think to do.

You’re giving up on me? You wanted to yell. After everything you’d done for him, how loyally you had served him all these years, he was just going to let you die? You had never felt so angry in your life. Not to mention this whole thing with not Marc; how long had he been hiding from Steven and Marc? How long had he watched the three of you living a content life and decided ‘right, I’ll just kill her and it’ll be no big deal’? You wanted to punch him in his stupidly handsome face, not just to quell your own anger but for the other two men who had to share a body with him. You couldn’t imagine how he could try to hurt you so nonchalantly. He really was a psychopath. 

Dark spots clouded your vision, the anger swelling inside of you becoming mute as you could no longer keep fighting back. It was done. You were done. What a miserable fucking way to go out. 

Through the dark haze, you heard a distant voice, a familiar yet unfamiliar one, a loud yet quiet one. Booming. Reprimanding. Godly?

- you are certainly reaching old age, you dumb little man. What god doesn’t know how to deal with a Shaytan in this day and age? 

Pressure seemed to suddenly vanish from your chest, the growing exhaustion in your body coming to a still. That voice…that voice.

Konshu?

Jake Lockley, you must be under the influence of the other two’s stupidity. By what order would I be sending you to kill her? Astonishing. Truly.

Slowly, the world came back into focus, your eyes straining to look up at the wooden ceiling above you. The Shaytan was gone. 

Thank fucking lord. 

The towering figure of your god presided over you instead, a grim set to his lips. You shot him the nastiest look you could manage in your half-conscious state.

Forgive me, little mortal. Konshu arrived and he saved you from your imminent end. No need to be bitter. 

You coughed, throat dry, before turning over onto your hands and knees, whole body aching painfully. 

“No need to be bitter?” you sputtered, leaning on the wall as you tried to stand. “You were going to let me die,” you hissed. 

I tried!

“You didn’t try hard enough, you big, dumb god!”

That’s not very nice. 

You growled, turning back towards the apartment where a certain Moon God now stood with his avatar. Your furious gaze settled on ‘Jake Lockley’. 

“You gonna apologise now, you fool?”

Jake’s dark eyes settled on you, his shoulders lifting in a half-shrug. Now that you were looking at the real him, you could make out every little thing that made him distinctively different from Marc and Steven. From the posture to the look in his eyes.

“You can’t really blame me for all that,” he said. Konshu made an annoyed noise at his side. When you looked at the Moon God, he made another frustrated sound.

It’s not my fault that I chose a dumb avatar, little girl.

Your lips pursed.

Meet Jake Lockley, the third and last one inside your partner's head. My real Moon Knight. 

You looked back at Jake, hands settling on your hips as you regained your bearings. Everything that just went down flashed through your mind, a crease forming on your forehead. Tonight was supposed to have been a nice night-in with Marc, but this…this?

“You and I have a lot to talk about, Jake Lockley,” you scowled.

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[cevansbaby-dove]

Hello! It's me! Again 👀🩵

I tended to my garden of ideas just now, and I found one that is perfect for you I think! This one is for our Steve, to give him a little redemption after the last request you wrote for me 🥺

Steve insists on taking you on a little getaway. He won't tell you where you're going, only that he wants some alone time with you and that you deserve a break from all the missions you've been going on lately.

Thank you in advance 🖤

Oh this might be apart two from the last one i wrote!

Steve Rogers X Reader Girlfriend.

title: take a break with me.

Warnings: none just cute stuff! okay maybe mentions of smut but i don't write much so don't worry.

"Hey doll?"

You turn and look at steve. 'hmm?" He sits up and turns and says. "Why don't i take you away?"

You blink "what? steve we have-" "Y/n after what i said to you i need to be able to take you on a getaway...please?"

You slowly nod "okay but what about missions? you are the captain."

"I'll talk to Tony and ask to be able to getaway" You nod again. "I guess..where would we go?" He smiles rubbing your hand with his thumbs. "Let me surprise you ok?"

You nod. "sure" He kisses your cheek and slides off the bed and says. "See you later doll" You smile. "bye steveie"

a day later.

You and Steve head to the airport when someone with a dog walks behind you two. Steve turns and says. "oh what a cute dog" The older lady smiles. "thank you sir her name is callie" You smile when the lady let's steve hold it.

"Doll look at this little pup that cutest thing i have ever seen"

"Okay Rogers we'll miss our flight" Steve sets the dog on the floor and the lady says. "honeymoon?"

You and Steve look at each other and you speak up. "no we aren't married" Steve says. "not yet"

You look at him in shock and the lady says. "My advice is keep being in love with each other that helps and never go to bed mad at each other" Steve nods and puts his arm around you. "We'll keep that in mind, thank you" The lady nods and walks away.

You two get on the flight to wherever Steve is taking you and he looks at you. "You ok?"

You nod. "ye..yes just kind of in shock of what the lady asked then what you said...we never talked about marriage..."

You stare at him. "Steve don't give me that look...I don't want to jump into marriage not when you could be on missions for months on end."

Steve states. "You'd be with me your part of the team Y/n" You look away and slowly nod.

He holds your hand in his. "I'm in no rush anyway" You look back at steve and say. "Me too"

Six hours later you and steve arrive in. Greece! You walk off the jet and say as you look around.

"Oh my god Steve..." he smiles and says. 'Welcome to Greece doll"

You two take a taxi to your hotel and Steve takes your hand in his and then grabs your bags and head to the room.

"You should see the views"

You two walk onto the balcony and your in this outfit.

"Oh my god!" You say as you look at the city. "it's....Beautiful"

Steve looks at you and says. "Yea it is beautiful"

You look at him and say. "Are you looking at the city or me?" You smirk. he laughs lightly putting his arms around you pulling you closer to him. "i was looking at the most beautiful view i have ever seen"

"Oh so your girlfriend is Better than this place?" Steve nods. "a lot better" You giggle "yea right" Steve places a small kiss on your lips and says. "So we have all week..what should we do?"

Your lip curls into a smile. "Well if i am to beautiful for this city, why don't we stay inside?"

"Hmm we could do that"

With that you two head into the hotel room. You fall on the bed. "oh so cozy!" Steve laughs. "Glad you like it."

You sit up. "So Captain Rogers. What now?" Steve crawls on the bed and kisses your neck giving you an idea on what to do.

Thanks for reading part two! I left it up for part 3 if anyone wants. let me know below.

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[marksbear]

I had this idea for a fic a while back so I just wrote it high of pain killers. And a little warning i'm about to dump a few Steven Grant fic's.

Thought about my 50% 🐻‍❄ like the whole time while making this, so this could be your little gift my 50%!

Warnings! Possessive, jealous, delusional Steven Grant! Yandere themes, facial, semi public, blowjob, bathroom sex. SMUT!

YANDERE STEVEN GRANT X SUB TOP MALE READER

Y/n is humming to himself as he picks up some items off the shelves as his boyfriend is holding onto his arm with a tight grip rambling about his day.

A man from Y/n's old highschool stares at him by a nearby shelf in the grocery store. Thinking about approaching the male.

"Is that you Y/n L/n?" The boy asks approaching after making the decision it's better just to take the chance than rather be called a creep for staring at the male for so long.

Steven is first to react mumbling something under his breath. He holds onto tighter Y/n's arm before looking up at Y/n. Y/n turns his body around to see where the unfamiliar voice came from.

"Jonas fuckin Hill." Y/n says eyes wide a bit with a small smile on his face. "Nice to see you N/n!" Jonas says checking out Y/n's body shamelessly. "Great to see you as well my man." Y/n responds back.

"You know Y/n. If I had known you were gonna look this good before I broke up with you I would have stopped fooling around and asking you to marry me." Jonas jokes with a small bit of seriousness in his voice.

Y/n smiles grow wider at the joke before responding. "Oh shut up. You're the one who fumbled me."

"God I miss you man. I miss everything about you. Like the way you kissed, the way you fucked and just the way you had set up cute little dates. I miss what we had." Jonas says winking at Y/n.

If looks could kill Jonas would have been dropped dead on the floor by the way Steven is glaring at him. Steven's heart aches and becomes full of hatred. Steven wanted nothing more to just pull Y/n back home.

"Seriously Y/n. I would drop my whole life so we can go back to our younger days and do the reckless shit we used to do. Hey! Remember that one time when you fucked me in a----" "Okay Jonas!" Y/n cuts him off feeling a bit embarrassed.

"That's all in the past. I'm with someone new. And he's right here, so lets not talk about me and yours old sex life in front of my new boyfriend."

Y/n adds before giving Jonas a quick goodbye before pulling his boyfriend with him to a different aisle.

"How come you never mentioned Jonas?" Steven asks feeling a bit hurt from Y/n. "Theres nothing to mention. We weren't even in a full relationship mostly just "helping" acts between friends. He doesn't make me feel the way you make me feel." Steven's heart flutters once he hears those words fall from Y/n's mouth.

"I mean it Steven. You're different from anyone else I use to date. You're special and that's what I love about you." Y/n says with a wink before continuing his shopping. "Special... He thinks i'm special. That has to mean something right. We've only been dating for a couple of weeks, but since he thinks i'm special he must feel what i'm feeling." Steven thinks to himself internally as he watches and stares at Y/n.

As they continued shopping they kept somehow running into Jonas over and over again.

Slowly Steven gets even more and more jealous and possessive of Y/n. "Y/n! Jesus man i'm seeing you everywhere-" Jonas says halfway before getting cut off by Steven dragging Y/n away to the direction to the restrooms. "Wha- Steven what the hell-." Y/n says after getting shoved into the restroom and into a stall, but gets cut off by Steven kissing him roughly on the lips.

Steven pushes Y/n against the wall trying to use all his might trying to take control of the situation sadly Y/n beats him to it.

Y/n takes a fist full of Steven's hair pulling him back to catch his breath. "Steven. Please slow down just slow down Stevey." Y/n asks, but Steven ignores the request by pushing his hand inside Y/n's pants grabbing and playing with his semi hard dick. Y/n moves his hands to Steven's shoulders trying to push him away.

Steven sinks down to his knees nuzzling Y/n's tent in his pants. Steven begins to undo Y/n's pants taking off his belt and everything and pulls down his pants alongside his underwear in one swift motion.

Y/n tries to touch Steven's head, but gets his hands swatted away. "No touching." Steven says before giving Y/n's cock head a few kisses. Steven wraps his hand around Y/n's cock stroking it lightly before jerking it off at a slow painful pace.

Steven gives Y/n's tip a long lick on the tip circling his tongue around the tip tasting the small bits of precum on Y/n's cock.

Y/n covers his mouth as he watches Steven play and tease around with his cock.

Steven begins to wrap his lips around Y/n's cock swirling his tongue around his cock as he begins to suck it. Steven pulls his head off Y/n's cock with a slight "pop" Before looking up at Y/n with an innocent face jerking off his cock even faster than before. Steven licks long strides on Y/n's cock bottom to top.

Finally once Steven thought it was enough teasing and edging Y/n he moved his lips back around Y/n's cock pushing his head deeper into his cock. Soon enough Steven's instinct kicks in and he begins to bob his head up and down on Y/n's cock. Inch by inch more of Y/n's cock Steven begins to choke and gag on his cock.

Soon Steven begins to deepthroat Y/n's cock as he sinks into the base of his cock. Steve's face pressed up against Y/n as he began to swallow and lick around Y/n's cock.

Steven bobs his head back just to push it back down onto Y/n's cock as he feels it hit the back of his throat. Steven looks up at Y/n making eye-contact making everything even more erotic. Y/n eyes look down at Steven's hungry lustful watering eyes as soft moans escape his lips. Steven pulls off of Y/n's cock with another "pop" and stares up at Y/n waiting for Y/n to beg him.

"Steven~ Fuck! Ohh fuck Steven~ Please keep sucking my cock! Fuck please baby. I- I beg you just ple--" Y/n gets cut off by the restroom door opening. Y/n automatically knew who footsteps were those.

"Y/n? Are you in here?" Jonas asks standing in the middle of the restroom not too far from the stall Y/n and Steven are in.

"J-Jonas! Uhm. Yeah i'm in here." Y/n calls back out watching nervously as Steven goes back to sucking his cock. Steven sucks Y/n off even faster trying to see if he can break Y/n.

"You alright man? Is everything good? Don't tell me that your boyfriend is there with you." Jonas asks with a hint of jealousy in his tone.

"Yeah! Mphmm~ Oh g-god. Of course i'm alright everything is good. And no he's not here fuck~ h-he went to the car because I-I was taking too long shopping." Y/n shakily responds feeling his dick twitch inside Steven's tongue.

Steven pulls off Y/n's cock looking up at him as he jerks him off at a fast and rough pace. Steven sticks his tongue out eagerly to taste Y/n's cum. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! GahHh~ I'm close! fuckkk~ I'm close~" Y/n moans out in a whisper before covering his mouth with his hand as he throws his head back from the pleasure.

"What was that Y/n? I can't quite hear you?" Jonas says looking towards Y/n's stall.

Y/n couldn't bring himself to answer as he lets out a loud moan as he shoots his load onto Steven's face and mouth. White streaks covering Steven's as he tries to catch and taste Y/n's cum.

To make sure theres nothing left that Y/n could give Steven sucks Y/n's tip making sure thats all of it.

Y/n holds onto the stall wall for support as he rides out his orgasm with his eyes squeezed shut. Not even caring anymore Y/n lets out loud moans and whimpers.

After a few more kisses Steven gave Y/n's cock he tucks in Y/n's cock back into his underwear and pulls up his pants and puts his belt back on making him look like everything is normal.

Y/n uses some fingers to scrape some of the cum off of Steven's face and rub it onto Steven's lips like its lipstick or pushing it into Steven's mouth. And with the other half he'll lick off with his own tongue cleaning up Steven.

"Uhm- Bye Y/n! See you later I guess!" Jonas says with a panicking slightly before rushing out of the restrooms.

"I love you Y/n. I want you to know that. You're mine and mine only. I'll do anything for you Y/n. And I want you to know that Jonas will never be able to see you again." Steven confesses. Y/n didn't really understand fully what Steven said and half of him didn't really care as he still was in the pure bliss he was feeling minutes ago.

Steven rolls up the bottom of his shirt showing Y/n a tattoo on by his v-line that says "Y/n L/n's property." "I got even more that I'll have to show you once we get home!" Steven says with a bright smile.

"Look at this!" Steven says lifting up his shirt even more revealing Y/n's initials cut into him scarring it into for life.

"Jeez Steven... We've only been dating for a couple of weeks. Uhm I really don't know what to say." Y/n says a bit freaked out.

"That doesn't matter! Me and you were made for each other don't you get that? Together forever and ever!" Steven remarks back.

Y/n slowly begins to back up away from Steven opening the stall door and walks out. "Well- Steven lets go. We have been here for too long. How about you go back to the car while I get the cart and everything and buy our stuff." Y/n says trying to get the hell away from him.

Before Steven could say anything Y/n bolts out the restroom speed walking to the cart as planned. Steven quickly follows suit shouting a quick "Slow down!"

THE END... Or is it?

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[eddiemunsonswhxre]

first off; just discovered your blog & HOLY SHIT YOUR WORKS ARE AMAZING 🫶🏼

since you write angst so well; could you do a steve harrington x reader where the two are best friends and really close, but the reader has always had feelings for steve and gets crushed everytime they see him go out with someone new or flirt with somebody else. all of the emotions get bottled up and one day it just gets to be too much, the reader leaves crying and steve asks whats wrong and the reader just messily confesses about their feelings for steve & how much it hurts seeing him go after somebody? i think it’d so super duper good <3

okay, i definitley strayed a bit here...

i'm a mess without you / steve harrington

masterlist

one shot

cw: angst, cursing, alcohol use

a fight with one of your friends leads you to realize maybe they can't be just a friend

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“steve,” you groaned, flinging your arms over your head and slamming them on the counter. you were laying across the counter in family video as steve checked in some new movies since it was pretty dead on a tuesday morning. 

  all you wanted was for your best friend to pay at least a little bit more attention to you. “i’m working,” he said in his usual annoyed tone, glancing over to you. “pull your shirt down,” he added as his eyes lingered on your exposed stomach. 

  you roll your eyes, watching him type into the computer. “it’s a crop top, steve. my stomach is supposed to show,” you sassily respond.

  “well, i don’t like it, pull it down,” he said seriously, moving the pile of finished movies to a cart. 

  you gave him a glare and decided to flip over instead, now laying on your stomach and propping yourself up on your arms. “it’s hot out, plus i don’t remember ever asking you what i could and couldn’t wear,” you snip back at him.

  he walks back towards you, taking in your change of position. he glances over your body, his eyes flicking back to your ass. “those shorts are way too small, y/n! your ass is literally out,” he exclaimed, gesturing towards your bottom half.

  you reach back in alarm, worried maybe your ass was out, but you could feel you were fully covered. “liar, what’s your issue?” you scoff. 

  he leans against the counter diagonal from you and crosses his arms. “what’s up with you and the tiny clothes all of a sudden?” he asks in a voice that came off as disgusted. it made you feel insecure and a sting to ring through your heart. did you look gross?

  you looked away from him and down to your hands. “it’s like, almost one hundred degrees outside,” you say pointedly.

  “people are going to get the wrong idea,” he sasses back causing you to look up at him in anger.

  you narrow your eyes at him. “are you calling me a whore, steve?” you ask, anger overtaking your voice.

  before he could go to defend himself, the bell chimed signaling there was a customer. both your heads snap to the door to see eddie munson strolling in. he gives you both his signature goofy smile as steve rushes to you, slamming his hands on the counter over your body as he hovered to cover you. “what’s up guys?” eddie asks, making his way to the counter.

  “hey, eddie,” you smile.

  “got that movie back that you wanted, munson,” steve says, nodding to the horror section.

  eddie smiles, placing the movie he had before on the counter in front of your hands. “no shit? finally,” he says happily, clenching his fist and pulling it towards himself in mini celebration. “well, stevey, would you be a dear and go find it for me? i am just so tired from cleaning all day,” eddie says dramatically, putting his hand to his forehead in mock exhaustion.

  steve looks between you two before grunting and pushing away. eddie smirks and holds his fist out, awaiting a fist bump from you. you return it with a small laugh. “alright, y/n he’s definitely into you. no best friend cares that much about another guy looking at your ass,” he says quietly, bending down so his face is level with yours.

  “i'm pretty sure he just called me a whore before you came in so…” you trail.

  eddie’s brows furrow and he looks towards where steve had gone to find his movie. “the fuck? do you want me to beat the shit out of him for you?” he asks seriously. that makes you laugh which causes eddie’s smile to come back.

  you shake your head and look down for a moment. “i appreciate it, eddie, but you are no fighter,” you say.

  eddie chuckles and nods. “you’re right. but you should make your move, he’s definitely just jealous that other guys can see you like that,” he points out, straightening his back as steve makes his way back to the counter. “harrington, my man,” eddie smirks as he begins ringing him out.

  steve just shakes his head with a smile. “gonna watch this one by yourself again or did you finally get a girl?” steve teases.

  eddie puts his hand to his chest in mock pain. “you wound me, seriously,” he jokes. the three of you laugh and eddie hands over his money, taking the movie from steve. “you guys coming to my party, right?” eddie asks as he starts backing out of the store.

  “there gonna be alcohol?” steve asks with raised brows.

  eddie looks at him in disbelief. “obviously, steve, god. and even better, some live music from an oh so special and amazing band,” he says putting his hands up in the rocker hand motion. 

  you smile at eddie, glad you’d gotten him as a friend after all the weird ass events that happened over spring break. “we wouldn’t miss it,” you call after him.

  “rock on,” he says before turning and leaving the store.

  you sigh as he leaves, knowing now things were going to be awkward. “y/n,” steve says, getting your attention. “i’m not saying you’re a whore or anything like that, you don’t look like one either. people are just… i don’t want anyone to try anything on you,” he explains.

  you look away from him as you think. “maybe you should just let me worry about myself,” you say.

  steve sucks in a breath and is quiet for moment. “now, you know i can’t do that. i care about you too much,” he says and you hate how it makes your heart flutter.

-a few days later-

  you leaned against steve’s car picking your nails, waiting for him to get out of work. finally, he came out and locked the door behind him, pausing when he saw you on his car. “hey, y/n, what are you doing here?” he asks in confusion, causing you to frown.

  “we’re going to the movies, remember?” you asked, cocking your head to the side.

  steve cursed to himself. “i can’t anymore, y/n. i’ve gotta pick up sandra justice, remember that one girl from our history class, big eyes? she asked me on a date earlier today, we’re going to the diner,” he explained, getting more excited as he talked. 

  you felt like you had been stabbed. you’d had this planned for almost a week. “what? steve, we’ve had these plans… can’t you just call her and tell her you forgot you were busy?” you ask, turning to him as he walks to his drivers side door.

  he gives you a perplexed look. “uh, no? y/n we can go see the movie another time, you know how bad i want a relationship,” he says.

  you feel tears well up in your eyes. you’d had such a bad day already. “that’s just not fair, steve,” you say, voice cracking at the end.

  “i'm with you all the time. shit, that’s probably why i can’t get a girlfriend,” steve complains, avoiding looking at you.

  you feel your lip quiver and you hate it. you never cried this easily. it was just one of those days. “you actually chose these stupid dates over me a lot,” you point out.

  steve groans. “it’s not my fault you don’t want a relationship, y/n. i do, i can’t just spend all my time with you like we did when we were younger. girls aren’t gonna trust me like that,” he says.

  you feel a tear slip down your face and turn away from him. “i trust you,” you mumble.

  “yeah, but we’re not dating, are we, y/n?” steve sneers.

  you gulp, trying to will tears back in your eyes. “we could be,” you whisper. you look up to steve, seeing his face contort in confusion. “have fun with sandra,” you say and quickly turn and walk down the road. he doesn’t call after you.

-eddie’s party-

  “there’s my favorite girls,” eddie yells, quickly making his way to you and robin. you both smile, letting him envelope you in a hug.

  you laugh, patting his back as he pulls away. “drunk already, eds?” you ask.

  eddie smiles, taking another drink from his solo cup. “maybe, come get some of this punch i made. you’ll be in the same boat as me after like one cup,” he says and you and robin immediately follow after him. eddie was correct. after two cups of his weird punch concoction, you were fairly tipsy. 

steve got to the party later than he had planned. originally he was supposed to go with you, but you hadn’t talked to him since the night you were meant to see a movie. he definitely could blame himself for that and the unusual alone time he was having gave him time to think. your comment sent him into a spiral. he didn’t enjoy his date with sandra at all. 

it made him wonder why he hadn’t plucked up the courage to ask you before. he guesses it could be because he’d liked you since you were kids and always viewed you as unattainable. he would never deny that you were much better than him; he thought you were perfect. never in a million years did he think you may like him. 

another part of him worried that maybe you were just talking in the heat of the moment, or that maybe he didn’t even hear you correctly. regardless, you were stuck in his head. eddie’s band was playing and although they played really well, steve just was not into metal music. so, he set out to find you. he needed to fix things somehow, because no having you around was taking a toll on him.

he was more than overjoyed to see robin had worn an obnoxious bright pink shirt, he assumed the band one from a few years ago, so it was easy to find the both of you. “hey guys,” he said, approaching where the two of you sat by the fire. 

“you’re late,” robin observes while you just stay quiet. 

steve rolls his eyes at the obvious before looking to you. you looked gorgeous in the light of the fire. “y/n, can we talk?” he asked, just like he had on your voicemail for days. 

you were almost drunk, and dealing with steve was not something you wanted to deal with right now. you wanted to enjoy your night, not want to leave. “i’d rather not,” you said, taking a gulp of the punch. 

“y/n, come on, you’ve been ignoring me for days,” he says.

you lift your eyebrows as you finally look at him. “wonder who’s fault that is?” you say in mock innocence.

steve closes his eyes in frustrations and lets out a breath. “yeah, yeah, i know. which is why i want to apologize. please?” he questions, gesturing to the area near the woods that was clear of people. robin nudges you, giving you a look that you should go. you grunted, but got up anyway. 

you started walking that way and called over your shoulder, “this better not take long, harrington.” he followed you quickly and when you were finally away from eddie’s loud ass music and the mumbling of words from the guests he grabbed you to face him. 

“first of all, i’m sorry for being a douche,” he begins and you just laugh. “i deserve that, but i really am sorry,” he says sincerely, searching your eyes. 

you purse your lips, hating that you wanted to forgive him so easily. “okay,” you mumble, looking away. 

it’s quiet for a minute before steve starts talking again. “i need to know if you meant it,” he says in a strangled voice, it almost not coming out. 

your eyes snap to him as you take in the pained expression he wore. “what are you talking about?” you murmur.

he inhales deeply, scared that once he starts this conversation he might never get you back. “did you mean it… when you said we could be dating?” he questioned in an insecure manner. you feel your heart drop a bit. you had two options; you could lie or you could be painfully honest. 

you nod slowly. “yeah, i um, i always liked you more than as a friend, steve,” you confirm, looking down. 

“can i tell you something?” he asked quietly. 

“i mean, might as well,” you gesture to the two of you. 

steve bites the inside of his lips for a moment before finally figuring out something to say. “i’m a mess without you,” he starts truthfully, causing your heart to flutter. “i’ve been thinking about you like, literally constantly, and just… fuck, i should be better at this,” he mutters to himself. “i’ve always liked you too. and if you want to date… please, let’s date,” he says, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

you stare at steve, a mixture of shock and alcohol coursing through you. finally you blinked, throwing down your cup and lunging at steve. he lets out a gasp of surprise as you connect your lips to his. it fades into a moan as he grabs you by the hips, pulling you impossibly close as you hold each side of his face. you love the way you can taste the mint of his lip balm and the fruity of whatever punch eddie had mixed up. his lips were as soft as you’d imagined, and the spark you’d always dreamed of having was there and even more intense. you knew then, like you’d thought you knew before, that you found your person. 

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[spidernerdsblog]

drive-in

A/N : my first Steve harrington fic!! Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : you and Steve go on a movie date at the drive-in theater and halfway into the movie you can't help but get a little frisky at the back of his car.

Pairing : Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, semi-public, car sex, exhibitionism kink

It was deep in the summer, the air warm and humid during the day though the nights were relatively cooler with a gentle breeze blowing in the dusk. 

You were in Steve’s burgundy 1983 BMW 733i which you were fairly certain was the only love of his life with the way he gets so protective about it not letting anyone drive it ever. 

It was almost dark as you were headed to the drive-in behind the starcourt mall. Steve in the driver’s seat one hand on the steering wheel while the other raked through his perfectly styled hair. He faced you briefly, a sweet smile etched on his lips as he reached out his hand to interlace with yours. He caressed your hand with his thumb, the act so gentle and sweet, just an example of how Steve could always make you feel loved even with a small gesture like this. 

You held your hands the whole ride as the car drove past the forest lined road. Soon the neon lights of the parking lot of the drive-in came into view and he slowed down near the gate.

“Two adults, that will be $5.” the gatekeeper droned. Steve handed him the cash out of his wallet and steered to the back row of the parking lot, shutting the engine.

He stepped out of the car and said. “I’ll go get the popcorn.”

“Ok.” you smiled and watched him walk towards the food trucks.

Top gun was playing tonight and everyone seemed to have been raving about it since its release. ‘To see Tom Cruise on the screen as a pilot flying fighter planes’ you had said dreamily the other day earning you an eye roll from Steve. ‘You and your fleeting crushes’ he had grumbled and you had laughed at his teeny tiny jealousy. Nevertheless, he agreed to watch the movie with you on the weekend. 

The opening credits began to roll when Steve returned with a large tub of popcorn and two cans of cola. You reclined back your seats and got comfortable placing the tub of popcorn in the middle of you on the gear shift.

“God Tom Cruise looks so good in that uniform.” you sighed, making heart eyes.

“Uh huh.” Steve remarked dryly .

“Oh c’mon just look at him. Look at those blue eyes and that body.”

“Way to make a man feel better babe.” he grumbled and you were filled with amusement.

“Awww Stevey, you know I love you right?” you cooed and he huffed rolling his eyes.

“Yeah yeah as if you won’t leave me for Tom Cruise.”

“I mean…” you pretended to think. “Given the chance, why not?”

“Really Y/N?” he looked at you incredulously.

“Oh relax, I’m just kidding.” you giggled. “Sorry to say but you’re stuck with me indefinitely. You’re not getting rid of me so easily.”

“Well am I not the luckiest guy in the whole world then?” he grinned and you blushed.

“Ok now hush let me watch the movie.” you said and turned your attention ahead on the screen.

For the first hour or so you were both engrossed in the movie. On screen Tom Cruise as Maverick violently argues with Kelly McGillis’ Charlie about his performance report which should be better according to him. Charlie tries to explain her evaluation but is interrupted when Maverick decides to leave on his bike. She chases him in her car, catches up with him and reveals she has feelings for him.

But Steve’s whole attention shifted to you observing your face illuminated from the soft light of the screen as you smiled at the on going scene. He noticed your white summer dress, small dainty red flowers printed all over it and with your hair down you looked sweet as sin.

You felt Steve’s gaze upon you and looked at him, your eyes locked, a flicker of current passing between you. “What?” you asked.

Steve said nothing. His dark brown eyes simmered with liquid heat coasting down your body appreciatively before meeting your eyes again. You knew that look very well. The air inside the car thickened as he watched your chest rise and fall in labored breaths. Silent words were exchanged as he licked his bottom lip and your body hummed with excitement.

Steve slowly leaned in and you closed the gap between the both of you, pressing your lips against his. His hand ran across your cheek and then up to your hair, holding onto it gently as his eyes closed for a passionate kiss. 

You felt yourself melt against him almost, completely relaxing yourself from his gentle touch as take my breath away plays on the screen. Your hands tugged on the roots of long silky hair at the nape of his neck and he groaned.

His hands slid down your neckline to your breasts cupping them gently. You gasped and he slipped his tongue into your mouth, tasting the hint of sweetness of cola you had a few minutes ago. He tweaked your pebbled buds through your dress and you moaned squirming in your seat as moisture gathered between your thighs. Your hand came down to palm his growing erection. Steve was the one to eventually break the kiss, reluctantly sitting back. Both of your cheeks flushed panting heavily.

“Fuck.” he rasped. “I don’t think I can wait till the movie ends. You want to take it in the back?” 

You didn’t have to be told twice. The movie long forgotten as both of you squeezed yourselves in the backseat. It took a little bit of fumbling to get in a comfortable position, but you were finally sitting astride your boyfriend, your dress bunched up to your waist, his back against the backseat of the car. Thankfully in the back row there were only empty trailers on both the sides of your car and the people in the front were busy watching the movie in their cars.

You heard the click of the belt buckle as he pulled down the zipper and freed his hard cock. You took him in your hand and stroked his cock slowly, teasing him. Steve bucked up into your hand, showing how impatient he was to be inside of you. He then pushed your panties to the side and dipped two fingers into your heat finding you slick you with arousal.

“Shit you’re soaking babe, is that all for me?” he asked, pumping his fingers lazily in and out of you.

“Oh god…” you grinded hard on his fingers. “Yes Stevey, all for you.”

He pulled out and you whined at the loss of his fingers. He brought them to his mouth and you watched him with hooded eyes licking them clean. Fishing out a condom from his back pocket he rolled it down his length before lining up his cock to your entrance.

You held onto his broad shoulders lifting your hips up and then slid down him slowly, both of you moaning as he filled you to the hilt. His hands held onto your hips to keep you steady and you slowly began to rock your hips.

“That’s my girl, look at you riding my cock in the back of my car where people can see us… I brought you here to watch a movie but look what happened,” His dirty talk with the thrill of getting caught turning you on even more. Your hands fisted on his shirt as you moved faster up and down his cock. 

The sight of him was breathtaking: his head was back against the headrest, eyes closed, lips wide open and moans escaping from them. You pushed his hair away from his eyes and leaned in to kiss him deeply, sucking on his tongue and nipped on his bottom lip.

The sounds of the movie playing behind you were drowned out with your collective breathy moans and grunts. Steve peppered kisses down your neck and pulled down the front of your dress, your boobs bouncing free into his eager hands. He dipped down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, looking up at you, knowing how sensitive they are making you moan like crazy.

“Fuck, I’m close,” your body wound tighter clenching hard around him, feeling overwhelmed by all the sensations. Steve let go of your breast with a wet pop and started to thrust upwards hard and fast his hips meeting yours.

“I want to feel you cum around me baby girl,” Steve coaxed, his breath hot against your neck. “Maybe we can fuck again when we get back home, you would like that won’t you? Always so eager for my cock.” he continued to thrust deeply inside you, his nimble fingers finding your clit, drawing circles around it.  

“Yes Steve, fuck… I can never get enough of you and your cock,” you said, tugging on his hair.

“I know baby I can feel you squeezing me tight,” He could tell you were right on the edge as he rubbed harder on your swollen nub. “Cum for me and don’t be quiet, maybe someone will hear in the cars in front of us,” He teased. “Let everyone know what a slut you are and only I can make you feel this good.”

Those words were your undoing as you threw your head back and came with a loud moan of his name. Your inner muscles pulsating as you rested your forehead against his, panting and moaning against his lips. Steve cursed under his breath and with a few deep thrusts he let go inside of you, painting your walls with his hot cum.

“Fuck Y/N!” he groaned, his hands gripping your ass roughly. You held his face and leaned down to give him a sloppy kiss on the lips, still out of breath.

Eventually you came down from your highs and cleaned up, fixing your clothes before moving back to the front seats. After your little fun sexacapade in the back seat you silently watched the rest of the movie holding hands and stealing kisses in between frequently. 

Once the movie was over, you quickly packed up everything and Steve started the drive back home. You reached over and ran a finger down his denim covered thigh, making him look over at you with a raised eyebrow at a red light.

“Were you serious about round two?” You asked with a cheeky grin.

“Extremely,” he replied and stepped his foot on the gas once the light turned green.

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Harringroveson Avenue

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 “Ah,” Eddie sighed softly. “There's nothing quite like the first hit of fall flavored coffee.” Eddie smiled brightly at the diner owner, giving him a quick wink and an air kiss.

Billy laughed brightly, not completely immune to the flirtation. “I knew you were a pumpkin spice bitch.”

“I can be your-” Eddie started.

“Shut up and pay your tab Munson, I got other customers waiting for me.” 

“Other customers as roguishly handsome as me?” Eddie asked as he reached out to run his fingertips over the back of Billy’s hand.

“Fuck off,” Billy grinned devilishly, a playful tone in his voice as he pulled away from Eddie, turning to go check on the other people in the dinner. 

“That's no way to talk to your favorite customer is it?!” Eddie called after Billy who just lifted his hand, gave Eddie the finger and took an order from another customer.

Eddie laughed and pulled out his wallet, he took out a twenty and left it on the counter for Billy. The diner owner always made his ‘mornings’ way more interesting. They’d flirt, they bicker, they’d shoot the shit and then they’d go about their days. 

Eat Me Diner had been around since before Eddie moved down to the close knit community in California, and when Eddie bought the shop next door to the diner, the owner was the first person to Welcome Eddie to the neighborhood. Well, Billy and Steve Harrington the shop owner that was on the other side of the diner.  

According to Billy it was Steve’s idea to come and welcome Eddie, but by the way the bookstore owner fled the scene as soon as he possibly could, Eddie had trouble believing that. 

Steve had been nothing but a thorn in Eddie's side, always bitching about this or that, always turning his nose up at Eddie and maybe most infuriating, always stealing his favorite counter spot at Billy’s diner.

Eddie would never say it outloud but Steve Harrington was probably his biggest rival for Billy's attention.  Eddie wasn't opposed to kicking the snot out of the preppy pretty boy, but since he was booked up with appointments till the end of the year, Eddie couldn't afford the jail time. 

“I love you too baby boy.” Eddie called out to Billy, who grinned, wide and toothy at him. 

Eddie put his hand to his ear giving Billy the ‘Call  me’ sign as he started walking backwards toward the back door. Once Billy laughed Eddie turned toward the exit sign at the back of the diner. 

Each business has an apartment overtop, two bedrooms, one bathroom and a living area, the apartments have exits and entrances separate from the shops around back and the shops at the ends of the streets have fire escapes. 

There’s a long hallway in the back of both the first and second floors connecting all the shops and apartments to each other. The hall is only about four feet wide lit by dim fluorescent lights, it was meant as an added protection and Eddie loved the design. It gave the whole building a nice private and almost creepy vibe.

Eddie opened the back door and walked straight into the devil himself. Their chests collided and Eddie put his hands up instinctively to catch the other person and steady himself. 

“Christ, Munson, don't you ever watch where you're going?” Steve hissed as he jerked away from Eddie and wiped at his pale blue button up shirt.

“Nah, takes the fun out of walking if you ask me.” Eddie answered back, arching a brow at the other man and giving a lopsided grin. 

Steve looked good. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his jeans were a dark blue and they fit him sung in all the right places. Steve's hair was pushed back in a messy swoop that screamed overworked teacher in the best kind of way. 

“You know, I have a book on walking for idiots. One on good manners too.” Steve spoke dryly as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Well, shucks Steveie boy, you wouldn't happen to have any of your fancy learning books on how to" Eddie spoke in an overly thick hick accent, then flattened back out to his normal voice. “Not be a fucking prick?” 

Steve glared down his nose at Eddie, not a flicker of amusement showing on his strin beauty marked face. Eddie didn't back down, he’d grown up in a trailer park, no scrawny rich kid would intimidate him.

“You got a problem with me, big boy?” Eddie asked without moving an inch.

Steve rolled his eyes at the nickname and Eddie watched the way his jaw flexed clearly thinking on his words.

“Get out of my way, Munson.” Steve growled down at Eddie in a low rumble.

“Why don't you try to make me,” Eddie challenged, closing the distance between them. “Big boy?” 

“Alright, alright, that's enough.” Billy interrupted, putting a hand on each of their shoulders and pushing them away. “You’re both pretty,”

Steve snorted out a laugh and rolled his eyes, turning his head away from Eddie. Eddie’s lips twitched in a half snarl. Billy sighed and turned to face Eddie.

“Get going, no need to catch a charge today.” Billy gave Eddie a wicked look then pushed him toward his shop’s door.

Eddie watched as Billy pushed Steve into the diner. Fitting his boot under the door Eddie kept it cracked open so he could watch them walk to the counter, Billy plopped Steve down where he’d just been sitting, whispering something decidedly dirty in his ear. Steve’s face changed at the words, his eyes brightened, his lips quirking up into a smile.

Frowning Eddie left the diner and walked the six feet to his own business. As he pulled out his keys and opened the shop he felt the icy grip of jealousy at the thought of them together. With a sigh Eddie kicked open the back door to his tattoo shop.

When Eddie had first bought the space next to the diner he thought he’d been blessed by the gods. Not one, not two, but half a dozen extra hot business owners on the same block. Eddie was more than a little self conscious, everyone was so familiar with each other, it was like one big family that Eddie wasn't fully welcome in.

Billy’s diner was the center, people went where the food was, and Billy just had this way about him that drew people in. The man could be a total dick, he was grumpy and bitter at times and if anyone dared mention his father Billy would lose his shit… When Max, his younger sister, would bicker or fight with him Billy would snap at everyone in the diner.

But Max would give him a begrudging hug or one of the customers would pat his shoulder and Billy would relax. Eddie watched the diner owner work his way through the anger, watch him breathe or close his eyes and ground himself. It confused and stumped Eddie how everyone let Billy treat them like shit. But when Eddie walked in on Billy having a panic attack in the stairwell one day things started making sense. 

Eddie had seen more than his fair share of traumatized people dealing with triggers and PTSD. Eddie sat with Billy through the panic attack. Eddie didn't let Billy's vicious words deter him from helping Billy through his pain, he just smiled and spoke softly till Billy's breathing leveled out.  Afterward Billy welcomed Eddie into the tight knit group and the other accepted him too, well most of them.

Hargrove’s diner 'Eat me' was in the middle of the block, Eddie’s shop was on the left ‘Hellfire Tattoos'’, Steve’s book store on the right of the diner ‘Harrington's Trove’. Beside the book store was a photographer's office. It was small and the apartment up above it was more like a studio, but the owner Jonathan never used it for anything but storage and never complained.   

Across the street were the girls' businesses. Heather’s gym was in the middle, to the left was Chrissy’s Beauty Boutique and on the right was Robin’s music shop and beside her was a newspaper office owned by Nancy. None of the girls stayed in the apartments above their businesses, they all had real houses like the adults they were, unlike Billy and Eddie who were more like trash goblins. 

The girls called the block ‘Harringroveson Avenue’. Eddie and Steve were less than thrilled with the name, but Billy's lips always curved up into the faintest of smiles when he heard them say it so Eddie never gave them any grief about it. 

Steve however always had a snide remark to hurtle at whoever said it. Eddie didn't know what it was about him that personally offended Steve Harrington, but anytime Eddie was around Steve’s face would drop and his attitude would sour. It was honestly too bad since Steve was one of the hottest men Eddie had ever seen. 

“Eddie! Open up!” 

The sound of pounding on the door snapped Eddie out of his thoughts, he sighed and headed over to the front door to let in the other artists. 

“You gotta give us keys, man. We’ve been knocking for five minutes straight.” Jeff said, rubbing his knuckles.

“Seriously,” Gareth agreed.

“Yeah, yeah, I'll get around to it.” Eddie grumbled as he stalked back to his sectioned off area.

“You’ve been saying that for a year. Just give the apprentice the key and let him make us copies.” Frank Ian Grant, the last member of their band said with an exasperated sigh. 

“Dustin is here to learn how to tattoo, not run errands.” Eddie sighed.

“As if we weren't running errands for the first nine months of our apprenticeships.” Jeff snorted out with a laugh. “I didn't even get to prep the stations till I'd been there for three months.”

“That's true.” Eddie said with a shrug. “Fine, fine, but I don't want anyone crashing on the couch. Can't have that thing smelling like ass when our clients come in.” 

They laughed.

“Just make us a spare for your apartment too and you won't have to worry about it” Frank Ian Grant snickered.

“I'll make you a key, but I've fucked my guy all over that apartment and I sleep naked, so I don't think you-”

“Enough said!” 

“Dude!”

“Never fucking mind!” 

They answered in unison, laughing so hard tears pricked their eyes. 

*****

Eddie sighed and leaned his head against the door to his apartment, it had been a long night. He’d only had two clients, but man were they a challenge. The first wanted his tattoo on his skull and ended up passing out. Eddie called the paramedics and they carted the man off to get checked out at the emergency room. The second client wanted a spine tattoo, which caused Eddie to hunch over most of the night, unable to find a comfortable position. 

The lock clicked and Eddie frowned, he looked down at the keys in his palm then back at his door wondering if his door had unlocked itself. The confusion passed quickly as the door to Billy’s apartment opened, Eddie perked up, his eyes flickered down to his watch and read 2:30am.

“What are you doing up so-” The rest of Eddie’s sentence died on his lips as Steve stepped out of Billy’s apartment.

Steve startled, he gasped, eyes going wide as he turned to face Eddie. Reconitation settled in twisting Steve’s face from soft surprise to harsh annoyance.

“Don't you have anything better to do besides be a creep, Munson?” Steve scoffed, looking at Eddie in disgust.

“Oh goodie, a wild asshole appeared, just what my night needed.” Eddie dead panned. 

“You were waiting outside Billy’s door and I'm the asshole? That's real rich.” 

“You do know I live here,” Eddie put his finger to his door. “Right?”

“I’m aware.” Steve answered dryly. 

Eddie looked at Steve with squinted eyes waiting for the other man to realize how ridiculous he sounded. As the silence drew out Eddie rolled his eyes and shook his head, if Steve wanted to be stubborn that was his God's given right, Eddie however had no intention to waste another second on the asshole.

“Right, well I’d invite you in but I’m all out of tea and crumpets, so,” Eddie put his key into his lock and opened the door.

“That's for British people.” Steve laughed.

Startled Eddie thought it sounded like a genuine laugh, not dripped in sarcasm or condescension, but a bright beaming light that caused Steve to glow. 

Hesitating Eddie looked over his shoulder at Steve who suddenly looked too happy, like a kid in a candy shop. Eddie couldn't help but be pulled into the sound, like a moth to a flame, he was consumed by the break in Steve's facade.

The moment passed once Steve noticed Eddie staring and again his face slipped into annoyance. Eddie blew out a huff of air, a little bitter at the fact that Steve felt he needed to wear a mask around him.

“Well then, whatever rich people have to serve guests, I'm fresh out!” Eddie said as he shoved into his apartment and slammed the door shut behind him. 

Eddie was tired, too tired to deal with Steve’s bullshit, too tired to do anything but shower and throw himself onto his bed. 

*

“Come on, don't be a buzzkill.” Robin sighed heavily as she picked at her plate of food.

“It’ll be fun, I swear!” Heather said, putting her hand over her heart. 

Steve chuckled softly, he looked over at Billy who was standing behind the counter looking at the two girls like they'd just offered him dirt. 

“No, no, no, I don't do this weird,” Billy gestured to the door in a dismissive manner. “Small town Christmas bullshit. I’m not in a hallmark movie for Christ’s sake.”

“Billy, it's fun! You get to make a booth, or man a game station! You get to get into the festival for free and you get like 100 free tickets to ride the rides and buy food. It's amazing!” Heather jutted her bottom lip out and gave Billy puppy dog eyes. 

“It’s October! I haven't even set up Max’s stupid house of horrors yet. I’m not thinking about Christmas! I’m not even thinking of Thanksgiving yet, I am thinking of all the things I gotta do for Max, and Steve, and Eddie, and El. My brain can not handle one more fucking task or I will lose it, Heather, I will lose my goddamn mind and I will take you with me.” Billy ranted.

Steve put his hand on Billy’s shoulder, reaching over the counter to do so and rubbed little soothing circles into him. 

“Has anyone told you recently that you should see a fucking therapist?” Heather asked with a smirk.

“I have a therapist.” Billy dead panned then moved away from the conversation to go wait on other tables.

They all laughed. 

“So, how about you Steve. Did you sign up yet?” Robin asked.

“We signed up together…” Steve said, rolling his eyes.

“I forget we do things sometimes.” Robin answered, shaking her head.

“Maybe you should lay off the special brownies, keep some of those brain cells alive.” Steve replied. 

“Whatever grandpa,” Heather snorted.

“What did you sign up for?” Nancy asked as she sat down next to Robin and started stealing fries, Robin smiled brightly at her. 

“Where the hell did you come from, Wheeler?” Heather asked, looking over Robin’s shoulder.

“Here, cob salad with ranch, a burger with avocados, and chili cheese fries. No drinks.” Billy said as he handed her a to-go bag. 

“Thanks Hargrove, you’re a peach.” Nancy handed him some cash then gave Heather the finger. 

“Eat me.” Heather shot back. 

“Oh, oh! I volunteer!” Answered a voice that grated on Steve’s nerves. 

“Great,” Steve muttered as he crossed his arms over his chest and sat back in his seat.

Billy shot him a look and Steve sighed, content to just ignore Munson. Heather laughed bright and high, she turned to wrap her arms around Eddie then kissed his cheek.

“Baby the way you eat, just name the time and place.” Heather said with a wink and a flick of her tongue across her lips.

Robin and Steve made eye contact and she faked a gag, Steve smiled at that. He was glad that at least Robin disliked Eddie too, the others took to him like flies to shit and it drove Steve mad. 

Steve and Robin's faces did all the talking as Eddie flirted with anyone within a five foot radius. They mocked him relentlessly in their own special way and snickered to themselves as the rest of the group focused on Eddie. 

Billy shot the pair of them a glare before again handing over a to-go bag, Eddie took the bag, then Billy’s hand and pressed a kiss to the back before winking at Hargrove. Billy grinned a wide toothy smile, and Steve rolled his eyes so hard he thought they’d get lost in the back of his skull. 

“I’ll see you later tonight?” Eddie asked.

“Don’t be late this time, asshole.” Hargrove replied. 

Steve’s shoulders slumped, his face pulling down into a frown as he popped another fry into his mouth and sighed. It wasn't like Steve hadn't known they were seeing each other. Billy had talked to him about it before agreeing to go on the first date, but it still stung knowing Billy was going out with another guy. 

Steve shouldn't be upset, shouldn't feel like his heart was being stomped on, but he did. Billy had never dated another man before, it was only ever Steve and Heather, maybe a few other girls… Which was somehow better… It meant Steve was special.

Beside that Steve didn't know what Billy saw in Eddie, the man was covered head to toe in tattoos, leaving only small patches of untouched skin. Eddie's finger tips, most of his face and his palms were the only visible untouched skin on Eddie's body, or what Steve had seen of it. But the lack of face tattoos was compensated by piercings, septum, tongue, right eyebrow and ears, cartilage and lobe had at least two each. 

Eddie's finger tips grazed against Steve’s back as he passed behind him which made the frown on Steve’s face deepen. Turning, Steve watched Eddie leave the dinner, the man had such an elegant almost mesmerizing gait even Steve could admit to the allure, but too bad Eddie was such a cocky prick. 

“So… What’d you sign up for?” Heather asked with a soft look of sympathy on her face. 

“Oh, um, I'm doing a mystery booth. They’ll pick a partner for me then we’ll collaborate and make a booth together.” Steve answered glumly.

“Oh! That sounds so fun!” Heather said pointedly toward Billy. Who just rolled his eyes and walked off

“I wonder who you’ll get.” Robin said as she fed Heather a fry.

“As long as its not Jason again I'll be fine. If I have to hear one more fucking thing about his parent's church I'll drop dead.” Steve groaned.

Heather choked on a fry as she laughed. “Oh God's, literlly ANYONE else would be an upgrade.” Heather sputtered.

Steve nodded his head as he dipped his fry into ketchup and popped it into his mouth.

****

“I'm so excited!” Heather squealed and squeezed Steve’s shoulders. “I wonder who we got!”

Heather wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him, planting a kiss onto his cheek. “Thank you for signing up with us!”

The whole group had all come with Steve, Heather and Robin to check out the festival posting. The Halloween festival had been the night before and it had been a big hit. Max and Dustin’s house of horrors won the black metal coming in second place to El and Will’s monster mansion which took home the blood metal.

Max and Dustin weren't even mad, they had no qualms with losing to the other team since El and Will had scared even them with the amount of blood and gore the house used. They created a house with so many dead ends, it felt like there was no way out.  Eddie had helped the duo while Billy helped Max and Dustin, Steve got Lucas and Mike who didn't end up placing because they’d all been too distracted and ended up putting the haunted house together all at the last minute. 

The haunted houses were in the process of getting taken down and the group of shop owners took a break to check out the list. Nancy, Jonathan, Chrissy and Billy had insisted on coming with them to see what random person Steve had been paired with. 

“Steve, Steve!” Dustin huffed out as he stopped in front of Steve, arms out wide to hide the board behind him.

Heather let Steve go and scoffed at Dustin, she shook her head and walked around them. “Your kids are so weird, Harrington.” She remarked.

Steve frowned, “What the hell man?” 

“You- You can't,” Dustin huffed , hunching over to take a gasping breath. “You can't read that,”

Robin bumped her shoulder into Steve's and arched a brow at Dustin. “I think your kid is defective.” 

“Shut up.” Steve said brushing Robin's remark off . “Whats wrong with the list?”

“You can't-” Dustin shook his head and gasped. “You can't read it till you-” He took another breath and Steve started feeling impatient. “Till you promise not to-” 

This time when Dustin stopped to take a breath Steve pushed him out of the way and looked for his name. 

“No! No! You have to promise first!” Dustin yelled as he jumped onto Steve’s back and covered his eyes.

“Dustin what the hell!” Steve hissed as he staggered back trying to catch his balance. 

“Promise!!!” 

“Promise what?!” Steve yelled as he struggled to free himself from the boy.

“Oh shit.” Robin said from somewhere in front of him.

“What? What is it?” Steve asked, still fighting to free himself.

“Promise not to freak out! And swear you won't do anything stupid!” Dustin wheezed, struggling to keep his grip on Steve’s face.

“Oh” Billy muttered.

“What? Why would I fre-” Steve started then stopped, he shoved Dustin’s hands down off of his eyes then dragged the kid to the board. “No, no, no.” 

Everyone was staring at him with concern and that only made his stomach clench even tighter. This couldn't be happening. No, anyone but… Steve’s eyes latched onto his name, right next to Eddie Munson.

“At least it's not Jason..” Heather tried in a soothing tone. 

“Son of a b-”

*

“So….” Eddie chewed on his cheek as he looked across the table at Steve who looked a little too dressed up for a meeting with just the two of them.

Eddie had come dressed in a pair of black ripped up jeans, an old ratty band tee, simple black docs and a jacket that had the logo for his shop on the back. Steve on the other hand was dressed in pressed black slacks, a soft white sweater with a vest over top, his shoes were dress shoes and Eddie couldn't help but frown at them. 

They were sitting in Harrington’s book shop at one of the many round tables, blank papers scattered between them, bottles of cold water sweating beside them. They were paired together for the Christmas festival and assigned to make a booth that was entertaining, but not a game.  Eddie had suggested tarot card reading, a caricature drawing, and a kissing booth, but Steve refused them all.

“Whats your great plan then, big boy? Story telling?” Eddie muttered as he propped his head up on his fist, his elbow perched on the table for support.

“Maybe, it’s better than some stupid doddle or a card game.” Steve said as he rolled his eyes.

“We’d get more tickets at a kissing booth. You're pretty enough and with my good looks we make a killing.”

“Pft, you get two tickets. One from Heather and one from,” Steve cut himself off not wanting to finish that sentence. 

“From Billy.” Eddie finished for him.

“Fuck you.” Steve hissed.

“I’d love to big boy, but it’ll cost you two tickets since you’re such a-” Eddie started but was cut off by Steve standing up so fast his chair fell over.

"Shut your fucking mouth Munson! I wouldn't fuck you if you begged me. You're just a piece of shit low life that thinks he's so cool cause he was in a big hit band and has tattoos. So fucking what? You lack substance and one day everyone is going to see how fucking fake you really are."

Eddie got to his feet nice and slow, he pushed in his chair and closed the distance between himself and Steve. 

"I play the guitar, I sing, I tattoo for a living and my band has a platinum album. I teach my skills to people that wanna learn and I have fun with people that wanna have fun with me." Eddie answered in a lilting tone. 

Eddie shrugged, his lips curling into a soft smile. "The lack of substance you see is only there because you choose not to see it. I write all my own music and lyrics. I'm not JUST some piece of trailer trash, I'm also prettier and more talented than you could ever hope to be."

The words must have hit a little too hard cause Steve swung as soon as Eddie finished talking. Steve's fist connected with Eddie's jaw, the knuckle of Steve's middle finger split Eddie's bottom lip and he could feel warm blood dripping down his chin. Adrenaline kicked through Eddie but he didn't have time to process what had happened because Steve was swinging again.

Eddie ducked down under the hit and threw a punch of his own straight into Steve's ribs. Steve stumbled back, holding his ribs and angling his body away from Eddie, who grabbed Steve's shoulder and twisted him around so they were face to face again. Steve looked surprised but Eddie was angry so he swung again, hitting Steve in the mouth, then again and again. 

Blood gushed out out Steve's mouth from where Eddie had hit him, but he didn't put his hands up. Instead Steve grabbed the back of Eddie's neck, lurched forward and spat a mouth full of blood into Eddie's face and eyes. Reeling away Eddie brought the sleeve of his jacket up to his eyes to try and clear the blood from them.

"You think you're so much better than me because you chose art and music, because you followed your passions and made it work for you?" Steve laughed and Eddie swung out at the sound but hit nothing.

"I'm a Yale graduate with a law degree. I passed the fucking bar, I'm fully licensed to practice law in two countries. I'm not fucking jelious of some know it all art major." Again Steve laughed and again Eddie tried to hit him. 

Eddie scrubbed at his eyes, trying hard to blink away the blood blinding him. Steve shoved Eddie and he stumbled, tripping over something and ending up on the ground. 

"I don't care how amazing everyone thinks you are Eddie, I know people like you. You'll get bored soon enough, then you'll pack up and leave and I'll be the one picking up your mess when you're gone."

Eddie looked up, his eyes still burning, and his vision still blurry, but he could see well enough to make out the shape of Steve standing over him. The man looked down right menacing, a bloody smile plastered across his face and malice rolling off him in waves. 

"How about we set up a dunk tank?" Eddie asked as he laid down flat on the floor and dabbed at his eyes.

"What?" Steve asked, surprise clear in his voice.

"Look Stevie babe, I wanna go home and wash your blood out of my eyes. So either put me out of my fucking misery or pick a booth." Eddie sighed from the ground. 

"A dunk tank is a game booth you idiot." Steve answered, his voice fading as he spoke.

Eddie just laid there in defeat, he rolled his eyes and did his best to settle the rage and annoyance in his blood. They still needed to pick a fucking booth. 

*

The next two weeks were hell, Steve and Eddie had to work on the design and build of the booth, but nothing ever seemed to get done. They'd tried to work on the booth at least a dozen times, but each had ended up with a fight.  

"Fuck you." Steve hissed at Eddie.

Eddie sighed, he pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head from his side of the booth they shared.

 "If you can't even sit in a room with me without trying to hit me after ten minutes I am not helping you build shit."

"Don't be a baby Munson, I'm not going to try and bash your head in or anything." Steve scoffed.

"I am NOT giving you a weapon.” Eddie growled clenching his fists and trying not to get angry.

Steve laughed, high and bright. Eddie turned, face twisted in confusion as he watched Steve cover his smile and hunch over the table, his body alive with laughter. It was strange seeing him actually enjoying himself. 

Seeing anything other than anger, or hate on Steve's face was such a foreign thing. Eddie couldn't help but smile at the way Steve seemed to glow with joy. It suited him so well that Eddie wished he could see it more often. 

“I may not like you very much but….” Steve shook his head, his hand falling away from his mouth as his smile flattened out. “I don't think I’d do very well in prison.” 

“Oh, I think you’d do very well in prison.” Eddie snickered, Steve may be a total dick but he was beautiful, his honey brown eyes, his soft freckled skin, everything about Steve Harrington said he’d be everyone’s favorite toy in prison. 

The way Steve seemed to study Eddie made him want to shiver, instead he swallowed hard and looked away. Eddie let his hair fall into his face to hide the creep of a blush that colored his cheeks. Using his thumb Eddie scratched his eyebrow and licked his lips, nervous habits he thought he’d gotten over.

“A-anyways, we need to start soon.” Eddie stammered then cleared his throat. “If I swear not to bludgeon you to death, do you swear not to cut me up into tiny pieces?” 

“I’d never cut you up…” Steve said in a disgusted tone.

“I didn't mean-” Eddie looked up at Steve trying to convey that he wasn't serious.

A grin spread across Steve’s face, he leaned in closer to Eddie lacing his fingers together and bracing himself on his hands. Steve whispered low enough so no one else could hear him, the sound rolling over Eddie’s skin like silk.

“Too messy,” Steve’s voice was too sensual, so intimate that Eddie’s body reacted kindly. “I’d suffocate you with the tarp then feed you to sharks.” 

Eddie blinked, then blinked  again trying to figure out if Steve had just made a joke or confessed his nefarious intent. The words and the soft tone of Harrington's voice as he said it didn't match, leaving Eddie’s body reeling from the confusion. 

“S-so we have a deal then? No murdering each other?” Eddie asked with his hand out to shake.

Steve scoffed and shook his head as he settled back into his side of the booth. “If it will make you stop whining,” Steve took Eddie's hand and shook it. “I promise, not to murder you.”

*

“Consider it a personal favor, pretty boy,” Billy sighed as he gathered up dirty plates from the countertops.

“He’ll come get it when he's hungry enough.” Steve answered back, with a frown.

“All you gotta do is walk up the stairs, knock on his door and hand him his food. I’m not asking you to marry the guy, Harrington.” Billy huffed as he set the plates in the busboy's tub and started wiping down the counter. 

“Billy I-”

Billy slapped the rag down, he wiped his hands on his apron and grabbed Steve by the shirt, yanking him down so he could whisper in Steve’s ear.

“Be a good boy and I’ll let you sleep over tonight.”

Steve’s whole body shivered at the thought, he turned to look into Billy’s face and smiled. “Fine, but you don't get to snap at me when I cuddle you after I fuck you.”

Billy gritted his teeth and pulled away from Steve. “Fucking hell, okay. Just be fucking nice, one of these days Eddie is gonna snap and really don't have time to get rid of a body.”

With a glare Steve grabbed the to-go bag off the end of the counter, he gave Billy a withering look before stomping out the back door. 

“Thanks asshole, at least feed me to sharks when I get murdered, if you dump me in some hole I'll haunt you.” Steve growled. 

Everything in Steve's life had been just fine before Eddie Munson showed up. Dustin was his apprentice at the book shop, working on writing a book of his own. Lucas was working with them part time, between his final year of college and spending time with Max. Billy always had time for him and Heather was practically glued to Robin's hip. 

Everything had changed  so quickly when Eddie moved in. Dustin had always been a fan of Munson's band Corroded Coffin, so it wasn't a big shock to see his apprentice fawning over the guy. What had shocked Steve was Dustin quitting his job and abandoning his book to run off and play tattoo artist. Steve had known Dustin since the kid was ten, never once had Henderson ever even picked up a pencil to draw so much as a flower.  

In the thirteen years they'd known each other Dustin had wanted to be a scientist, an engineer, an actor and a writer, never once had he ever thought about becoming a tattoo artist. 

Steve knocked on the door to Eddie’s apartment, he’d just seen Eddie not six hours ago, looking half dead. Frowning at the thought, Steve was caught by surprise when the Christmas decorated door opened. His first instinct was to give Eddie the food and leave, but instead Steve just balked in bewildered shock as he stared down at a very naked Eddie Munson. 

“I-I” Steve stammered, face going bright red, ears burning at the indecency. “You- wha- Where are your-” Steve hissed, shoving Eddie back into his apartment and closing the door after them

"Who the fuck answers their door naked?!"

 Steve walked over to Eddie’s kitchen counter and deposited the to-go box before freezing dead in his tracks as Eddie’s sleep drunk voice spoke from over his shoulder.

“Relax, Big boy, the only people that could possibly knock on my door are all adults and it's not like you haven't seen a dick before.” Eddie spoke through a yawn.

Spinning around Steve glared at Eddie, but it was harder than Steve would have thought to look menacing while the other person is staring at you with a boner and a real bad case of bed head.

Eddie's grinned, wide and sugar sweet at Steve, he looked up above Steve's head amused by what he saw there. A chill ran up his spine and goosebumps rose on his skin, looking up Steve found himself standing right under a mistletoe. For a moment that felt like a lifetime Steve just stood there trying desperately not to blanch as he turned his eyes back to Eddie's.

Swallowing hard Steve shoved past Eddie and stomped right out the door, slamming it behind him hard enough to rattle the walls.

When Steve barged back into the diner Billy had tried his best to stifle a laugh, but hadn't done a very good job, which only made Steve’s face even redder. Hargrove had set him up and Steve was gonna make him pay for it later. 

*

They’d only made it halfway up the stairs before Steve grabbed Billy by his jacket and slung him against the wall. The shitty fluorescent lights from the halls only illuminated the first few steps at the top and bottom, leaving the pair in semi-darkness. Steve stood on the same step as Billy and crowded into the other man’s space.

“What the fuck Hargrove?” He hissed.

Billy just grinned and grabbed Steve’s jaw pulling him down into an open mouth kiss that left his head swimming. Forgetting his earlier objections Steve pressed his body in closer to Billy’s swallowing up the moan that he’d coaxed from Hargrove. They had a habit of finding release in each other’s bodies, kissing feverishly in the store room of the diner, or the office for Steve’s book store or most embarrassing of all the stairwells. 

“Seriously,” Steve said as he broke the kiss. “Why the f-”

Billy closed the distance again, effectively shutting Steve up with another kiss, Hargrove’s tongue slipping into his mouth to distract him once more. This time Steve shoved his hips into Billy’s, his hand snaking into Hargrove’s hair to fist around the golden locks.

“Why’d you send me up there?” Steve growled against Billy’s throat, kissing his Adam's apple as it bobbed when Billy swallowed a little too hard.

“By the look on your face when you stomped back into the diner I don't think you minded too much.” Billy answered a little breathless.

Steve pulled away just enough to look into Billy’s face. “He was naked.”

Billy huffed out a laugh and nodded his head pulling forward as much as he could to try and kiss Steve again. “I told you he had a nice body, and a pretty cock too.”

Steve snarled at that, he yanked Billy’s head back then pressed his lips to Billy’s ear growling out his words loud enough to vibrate through Billy’s body. “You like the way that pretty cock of his fucks you?”

Billy moaned, the sound echoing off the walls as he clutched at Steve’s back. 

“Answer me, baby. Do you like the way Eddie fucks you with his pretty cock?” Steve bit at Billy’s neck, loving the way the other man’s whole body arched into him.

“I-I” Hargrove started, but stopped at the sound of someone clearing their throat.

Steve froze, his body going rigid as the sound hit him square in the gut. Dread filled Steve, he looked up from Billy’s neck to see the Devil himself staring down at them, an amused grin spread ear to ear.

“Sorry to interrupt, but me and my pretty cock need to get past.” Eddie snickered from the top of the stairs. 

Steve’s blood went hot, his face and neck turning a deep red as he pulled enough away from Billy to look up at Eddie fucking Munson. Billy barked out a laugh, he hugged Steve to his chest then kissed him on the forehead.

“Munson, you fucking cock block.” Billy laughed the words.

Steve was stuck in Hargrove’s arms, mortification keeping him frozen in place. Mercifully Billy towed Steve behind him up the stairs.

“I could always help you get another one.” Munson teased as he started down the stairs.

Steve’s heart thudded in his chest, the blood rushing through his ears so loud he almost missed what Eddie had said. The idea had Steve’s cock kicking in his jeans, and Billy stopped dead in his tracks having felt it against his ass.

“Well come on then, I’ve got a big enough bed for three.” Billy said with a grin as he turned to face Munson on the steps. 

Steve looked up into Billy’s face, his own getting even hotter at Hargrove’s invitation. From behind him Steve heard Eddie stumble on the stairs then stop dead in his tracks.

“What, are you serious?” Eddie asked, and Steve’s eyes went wide as Billy’s grin spread wide showing teeth, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Come.” Was the only answer Hargrove gave before he started pulling Steve back toward his apartment. 

It had only ever been a game. Steve had been a bit of an asshole when Billy had first started fucking Eddie. Only in bed, when he knew it would push Billy over the edge of pleasure into ecstasy. 

It started off as jealousy, asking if Eddie could fuck Billy the way Steve did, asking if he screamed for Eddie the way he screamed for Steve, but Hargrove reacted so beautifully to it. 

Steve couldn't help but love the way Billy’s whole body arched at the mention of Eddie fucking him while he sucked Steve off, or the moans Steve pulled from Billy when he asked if he was their pretty little slut. 

But it hadn't been real and Steve had never intended on Eddie actually joining them, hadn't planned on having to watch Eddie’s filthy hands roam across Billy’s body. The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs had Steve’s heart jackrabbiting in his chest. 

Steve didn't even like Eddie, not really, they’d just started actually working on their Christmas booth design and only stopped trying to kill each other a few days ago. It was too soon…

And yet, Steve’s body burned at the thought of Eddie joining them, of Eddie really doing all the things Steve had teased and taunted Billy with. The very idea of Billy moaning around his cock as Eddie fucked into him sent a wave of need skittering though him like electricity in his veins.    

Steve watched as Billy pulled out his keys and unlocked the Christmas decorated door pushing it open and pulling him inside, they both turned toward the door watching as Eddie walked to the doorway and stopped, a question on his face.

“Whats wrong, Munson?” Billy asked in a soft understanding tone.

Steve was having a hard time looking at the man waiting in the door frame, his body feeling a bit too tight and his mouth feeling a bit too dry. Hargrove squeezed his hand and Steve looked up into his face.

“Are you okay with this?” Billy asked this time, since apparently Steve had missed it when Eddie had asked a moment before.

Swallowing hard Steve looked away from Billy, his eyes slowly finding Eddie’s. Was he okay with this? Steve didn’t know, he’d pictured it more then a few times, used it to get Billy off, but was it something Steve craved, or was he only doing it because he knew Billy wanted it. 

Peeling his tongue from the roof of his mouth Steve answered. “I’m not sure,”

Eddie nodded, he gave Billy a soft smile and Steve let the disappointment wash over him. A part of him wanted Eddie to stay, wanted to see what Billy found so appealing about the metal head.

“No problem. You two enjoy, I’ve got clients down stairs anyway.” Eddie blew a kiss at them. “If you change your mind, you know where I live.” 

Then he turned and walked away, closing the door behind him.

*

Steve wasn't sure Eddie would show up, not after what happened in the stairwell, not after Steve had frozen like a deer in headlights. They’d agreed to building the booth in his backyard since there was no way they couldn't fit their design at the shops. Steve had offered the house, then spent thirty minutes explaining to Eddie that the apartment above the bookshop was more of an office for him.

Steve's Nonno and Nona had moved from Italy when they were twenty two. They'd settled in this small town in California about five years later with their son, Steve's dad, Stephen Alessandro Harrington. They bought the shop and made this place their home. Made it his home too.

The house was a beautiful two story Tudor home, a deep rich colored wood paired with a bright yet soft yellow. Steve and Billy had hung lights and decorations, making the house look like something out of a damn Hallmark movie… just like his Nona always did every year, even if there hadn't been any snow yet. The weather anchor said a storm would be blowing snow in soon.

The inside was decorated warmly. Billy had gone a little Christmas crazy and suddenly Steve was self-conscious about the silver garland and mistletoes hung around the house. The tree in the living room was overdone, and the gifts crowding under it seemed outrageous now.

Steve startled when he heard the doorbell ring, he'd been in the middle of cutting up lemons for some fresh mint lemonade and managed to nic his pointer finger. Hissing at the stinging wound Steve ran his finger under some water then wrapped it with a paper towel and quickly ran for the door. Eddie cocked a smile at him and Steve struggled not to squirm under his gaze.

Munson was wearing blue jeans, some old boots, a black shirt under a nice thick jacket, skeleton gloves and a rainbow bandana around his neck, his hair was tied up in a bun… and he looked… good. The shirt hugged his body a little too tight, the jeans fit a little too well and with his hair pulled back like that Eddie had gone from grungy to unforgivably hot, even standing out in the cold gray afternoon light.

“You just planning to stare at me or are you gonna let me in?” Eddie asked with an amused smile. 

Steve rolled his eyes and stepped back out of the doorway letting Eddie pass before shutting the door behind him. Steve had dressed in his old paint clothes, a pair of loose fitting gray sweatpants, an old Adidas tee shirt that he'd cut large slits into the armpits, a thick warm jacket, some beat up boots and a black bandana to hold his hair back out of his face and keep his ears warm all of which was covered in paint splotches.

“Wow this place is beautiful. You and Billy did a great job with the decorations.” Eddie mused.

“How'd you kno-” Steve started but stopped when the obvious answer came to mind, Billy told him.

“This shouldn't take long, about three or four hours max.” Steve snapped as he led Eddie through the house and out the back door.

“You have plans later?” Eddie asked casually.

Steve snorted out a laugh. “And I would tell you that because?” 

“Just making conversation, didn't mean to step on your toes Big boy.”

Steve rolled his eyes again at the nickname, but the annoyance was short lived as Eddie grabbed his hand and lifted it up so he could inspect it. Frowning Steve started to pull his hand back when Eddie spoke, a worried look on his face.

“What happened to your finger?” Eddie asked as he carefully removed the paper towel from around Steve's injury.

“Nothing, I just cut it. It's fine, I'm fine. “ Steve answered, brushing Eddie off and taking his hand back.

“You should at least put a bandaid on it, Harrington.“ Eddie said with a shrug.

“Fine, if I put a bandaid on it will you feel better?” Steve asked with a sigh and an exasperated tone.

“Yes I will,“ Eddie smirked over at Steve, dipping his chin down and batting his eyes like a flirty school girl.

Scrunching up his face Steve looked at Eddie with what he hoped passed for disgust, hiding his amused smile. Turning on his heels Steve back tracked into his house, he pulled a small medkit out from one of his kitchen cabinets.

“This is a nice house, a little big for just you isn't it?” Munson asked as he leaned his chest over the island counter top to touch the little Christmas cactus by the window. Lmk do you want to get present

“Shut the hell up Munson.” Steve snipped without looking up as he wrapped the bandage around his injured finger.

Eddie sucked on his teeth and had the decency to look like he was trying really hard not to talk. 

“Its my Nonno and Nona's house. Was, whatever.” Steve shook his head freeing the image of his grandparents teaching him to cook in this very kitchen.

Lifting his freshly wrapped finger Steve smiled sharply at Eddie. “Happy now? Can we get to our booth?” 

Eddie laughed brightly, he nodded his head and pulled away from the counter. “Yeah, Let's do it  man.”

Building the base was deceivingly easy, so much so that Steve actually thought they'd finish on time. The clouds broke enough for the sun to give them a face sense of a lovely day, and the wind died down to a wisping breeze. Maybe it wouldn't storm after all.

 However, when they started building the back of the stage they hadn't yet laid the floorboards causing the frame to be unbalanced.... The frame made out of two by fours tipped over and Eddie caught it awkwardly with his shoulder, hissing in pain as it crashed against the bone.

They nailed down the floor boards after that. Within the next two hours Steve and Eddie managed to hurt themselves a least half a dozen times. By the time they finished the frame Eddie had smashed his finger, and tripped over abandoned tools three times. Steve had walked into a two by four, fell once and bashed the back of his head on a board when he stood up too fast more than once. 

They both very suddenly realized why Billy always insisted on helping them build or fix things. Hargrove grew up fixing things, working on cars and using tools for everyday things, they however did not. Unless you counted using screwdrivers to hijack cars, or tapping into your neighbors cable. 

The pair sat at Steve's kitchen table, tired and aching from the exertion. Steve poured them some lemonade and heaved a sigh. The house was nice and toasty, having the living room fireplace and the once in the dining room/kitchen burning. The temperature outside had dropped so suddenly they'd scrambled to put the half made both in the garage with the scattered tools they'd used.

 Eddie shifted in his chair, he'd let his hair down and taken off his over shirt, tying it around his waist leaving him in an almost see through muscle shirt. Steve's eyes tracked the pull of Eddie's muscles under his ribs, then looked away with a flushed face.

Seeing Eddie naked the other day had already started messing with Steve's mind, now it seemed the encounter in the hallway had completely fried it. All his feelings were starting to mix and blur, Steve couldn't tell if he'd changed his mind about Eddie or if all the lust and scheming by Billy had clouded his judgment. 

When Steve looked back he caught Eddie staring just as shamefully at him. Steve's wide cut shirt was showing a little too much of his chest, a nipple fully exposed and the left line of his abs peeking out. When he breathed Steve's stomach hollowed out enough to show just a glimpse of his happy trail. 

“So,” Eddie huffed as he looked away from Steve's body. “Have I unlocked your tragic backstory yet?” 

Steve looked over at Eddie, confusion on his face. “What?” He snapped. 

“Why aren't you a fancy lawyer?” Eddie asked, tuning his eyes to Steve's. 

Steve stuttered, tripping over his thoughts while he tried to process the shock and audacity of the question. 

“Wh-why would I-” Steve started.

“My dad was a petty thief…” Eddie hesitated, clearing his throat before starting up again. “And my mom. Well, she died young. Car crash, it was quick.” 

Eddie waved his hand out in front of his body while he said the last part, trying to dismiss his words as if they were unimportant, but there was a hurt in his eyes that he couldn't quite hide. Steve's face softened, his brows pulling down while his lips twitched into a frown.

“My dad got locked up for a good long while when I was twelve,” Eddie dropped his eyes to the table between them and chewed at his bottom lip.

Steve thought about when he was around that age, Dustin and his mom had just moved into the house next door and Steve had not taken splitting his Nona's attention with another kid well. Steve had been kind of a dick to Dustin for a while.  

“So my uncle raised me. We lived in a shitty one room trailer, in some shitty white trash trailer park.” Eddie smiled fondly at the memory, clasping his hands together and placing them on the table in front of him.

 “My uncle was a tattoo artist, but he quit and started working in a saw mill making paper, you know, to raise me or whatever. The man worked ten hour shifts, six days a week and we were still poor.” Eddie huffed out a humorless laugh.

Swallowing hard, Steve tried not to think, tried not to let his mind spiral with memories of his own childhood, which had been filled with luxury, but had always felt stifling and cold when he was with his parents.   

“I wasn't smart and I wasn't good at anything useful. Took me five and a half years to graduate high school, but my uncle never held it against me. He bought me my first guitar and took me to the library to study when he had time. He taught me how to draw and gave me my first tattoo.” Eddie's voice cracked, he swallowed then nodded his head struggling to go on.

The crack in Eddie's very carefully constructed persona threw Steve, he'd never seen the other man look so... Hagard. Steve looked at the tattoos covering Eddie's body and wondered which one was that special first tattoo.

“He got to see me on my first real tour. We'd signed with a label and our shows were actually selling out. God I'd never seen him look so proud.” Eddie's whole face lit up with a smile as he looked into his hands seeing something Steve could not.

“We put out two albums in a year and one went platinum. I had set up a bank account for my uncle, and he was going to quit as soon as he finished training his replacement. Our band had just started a world tour.” Eddie's face fell and Steve knew something bad was coming, could feel it in the way Eddie spoke.

“I got a letter about four months into our tour… from an estate lawyer.” Eddie's eyes filled with tears.

Steve felt his heart stop, he knew very well what that meant. Steve may have hated being a lawyer, but he knew the job like the back of his hand. Estate lawyers meant death. 

“There was an accident at the Mill… a fire. My uncle saved five people, he'd almost made it out, he was ten feet away from the door!” Eddie growled, anger and agony thick in his voice. 

Holding his breath Steve tried his best not to think about Dustin, who had such a similar story about his dad, who had been a firefighter. The overwhelming feeling of jealousy burned through Steve. Of course Dustin preferred Eddie, they could understand each other better then Steve ever could. Guilt slammed into Steve at the thought, how could he be jealous of possibly the worst day of their lives?

“A support beam crushed him… he saw it coming down and saved the other person.“ Eddie gritted his teeth and looked up into Steve's eyes. “Pushed them out of the way and let the thing fall right on him….” Eddie slammed one fist down on the table, his body shaking with anger.

“It was supposed to be his last day...” The words were strained and Eddie's face twisted into pure agony. “He wasn't supposed to be there, he was supposed to be on a beach or some shit, drinking and getting back into his art. Not dying in some shit hole in Indiana!!” Eddie screamed the last part and Steve swallowed hard looking away from the pain in Eddie's eyes.

Steve was at a loss, he just sat there frozen in place while Eddie scrubbed at his face with his bandana. So many feelings were warring inside Steve, screaming and clawing at his insides while he tried to let Eddie finish his story.

“I got my first sleeve afterward. Then another, and then my chest piece, my back, my legs.. once we finished our tour I quit the band and started tattooing. I couldn't even look at a guitar without feeling so much rage I couldn't breathe.” 

Steve closed his eyes and let his head drop on his shoulders. Suddenly ‘Tragic backstory’ made so much sense. With a heavy sigh Steve looked back over at Eddie, who was kicked back in his chair, one foot up on the seat so he could hug his knee to his chest. 

“My uncle always talked about moving out here and opening up a shop. That's why I'm here, and I know I blew a hole in your happy-” Eddie urged, his voice desperate for Steve's understanding.

“Stop,” Steve snapped at Eddie, putting a hand up to keep the metal head quiet. 

“Steve I-” Eddie started again.

Steve shot to his feet and let his chair clatter against the floor. “Just stop!” 

Steve glared at Eddie with hands up between them, Steve backed away making stopping motions with his hands to further get the point across to Eddie that he did not want to hear another word.

“Wh-” Steve shook his head and started again. “What the hell do you want from me Munson? A-a-a tragic backstory?!? Something worse than that to make you understand why I am the way I am? To make it okay that I've been a asshole to you??”

Steve ran his hands through his hair and shook his head, not fully able to verbalize his feelings yet.

“N-no, I-” Eddie started, he stood up and was looking at Steve like he was sorry.

Steve growled and closed the distance between them getting into Eddie's face. “You want me to talk about some fucked up tragic childhood that I experienced?“

Steve hissed the words like venom, and to Eddie's credit the man didn't flinch.

“I am part of the ‘Harrington and Yorkshire Law’ Harringtons. My father owns the majority share of the company.” Steve said softly, his face dropping into something that looked a lot like shame

Steve winced at Eddie’s reaction, the metal head’s jaw dropped open as he gaped at the information.

“Yeah,“ Steve nodded and took a step away from Eddie. ”Now how much does my shitty childhood even matter? Huh? Ohhh, poor rich kid, his parents never loved him. His dad only ever cared about power and only married his mom because her dad owned the Yorkshire law firm.“ 

Steve balled his hands into fists reliving all the arguments, the fights, the screaming and the begging. Steve remembered his mother breaking, he remembered her losing herself in pills while his father buried himself in work and women. 

“Poor rich kid who only ever had to be an heir and follow in his fathers foot footsteps. Poor rich kid who ran from his mansion to a loving home here,” Steve pointed to the ground and gestured to the house around them. “In this house, where the only people that even knew how to love a child lived. Where the poor rich kid had to watch as a new kid moved in next door and quickly realize that he'd have to share HIS nona and nonno...” 

Steve gasped, he took another step back and let the rest of his god awful words slip out. 

“Here, where that fourteen year old rich kid was a prick to the happiest eight year old he'd ever seen. Where the poor rich kid's Nona had to tell him why that happy little kid only had one parent, because that Rick kid was so fucking jealous that he didn't even notice the other kid only had a mom.”

Steve gritted his teeth and shook his head, so filled with anger at his past self for being so mean to a kid that was mourning the loss of his father. 

“Poor rich kid got to be loved by that kid and his mother... then go back to his parent's house and ache over the emptiness there. The absent mother and the overbearing father. Poor fucking rich kid got to go to yale and completely miss his Nona fading away, got to only catch the end of her battle with Alzheimers.” 

Tears burned Steve's eyes, that gaping sadness clutching his heart as he thought of his beautiful Nona's smile fading into confusion and fear. And that reaction had Steve reeling with anger again, anger he didn't know what to do with, anger that caged him and burned him with guilt, because what right did he have being so wrecked by his Nona's death when he'd had so many things that others would have killed for. How could he look Eddie in the eye and say 'My life was shitty too' when Eddie had lost so much. How could anything Steve ever say make it okay?

“Poor fucking me. I had to choose between my life as a lawyer and my home, but I choose wrong because I was so consumed with finally having my father's love, but it was never his love at the end of that fucking road. All that man was capable of was respect, but what the hell did that mean to me?”

Steve laughed a bitter angry sound that felt crushing. Eddie just watched him, silent and blank faced as Steve spiraled through his emotions. 

“By the time I realized I didn't give a shit what my father wanted, or thought of me, my Nona was gone and my Nonno was struggling. Dustin and his mom were helping my Nonno, they were doing what I should have been doing the whole time. I quit the law firm, came straight here and he died.” Steve's voice cracked on the last word.

Taking a shuddering breath Steve didn't know what to feel, the anguish of his Nonno's death, the guilt, the anger, or the deep aching sorrow. Steve ground his teeth and swiped furiously at the tears that spilled from his eyes.

“That's my great tragedy. I spent my life desperate for love from people that didn't know how to love anything, only to constantly fail the people that loved me more than I deserved.” 

Shaking his head Steve started to walk out of the room, but Eddie caught him before he could and wrapped his arms tightly over Steve's shoulders. Stunned by the hug, Steve stayed completely still in Eddie's hold. 

“I'm so sorry for your loss“ Eddie Whispered into Steve's hair.

Eddie’s words hit Steve like a truck, but he didn't know how to feel about it. 

“It's okay to feel like life wronged you when it took them away from you.” Eddie hugged Steve harder as he spoke.

Emotions whirled around in Steve, he tried to breath through his feelings like Billy had taught him, but every word Eddie spoke felt like a blazing wound in his chest. 

Steve swallowed hard and wrapped his arms around Eddie's back, hugging him tightly. For a long moment they stayed like that, clinging to each other for comfort in the doorway to Steve's kitchen. 

It was soothing, and warm, and it felt like… it felt like something was finally clicking into place. When they started to pull apart the moment suddenly felt very intimate, their faces only inches away from each other, arms still firmly fixed around the other. 

Eddie smiled softly and started to pull away, but the second of thunder cracked through the house and Steve stopped him. “You know, we're standing under the mistletoe.” 

Eddie looked up at the bundle of flowers, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Leaning in Steve brought his hand up to cup Eddie's face, again they stared at each other for a long moment, before slowly closing the distance.

Their lips lingered just a breath away, Steve ran his free hand across Eddie's lower back causing Munson to arch into Steve's body. As their lips finally brushed against each other, softly, a whisper of soft supple flesh, Steve groaned. 

The sound was akin to blood in the water, Eddie upped the pressure. Steve slipped his tongue into Munson’s mouth, who then snaked a hand up into Steve's hair and fisted a handful. 

Thunder sounded again, adding more fuel to their growing fire. Backing Eddie up against the door frame Steve pressed his body tightly into Eddie's, their hips slotting together as they slowly ground into- Thunder cracked through the house, so hard the windows rattled.

They broke apart just in time to see the lights flicker out. Steve cured under his breath and went to grab the flashlights. 

*

Eddie sat curled up on Steve's couch, where he'd been unceremoniously dumped after the lights went out. Steve had grabbed some flashlights, his cost and carted Eddie to the living room. 

Though Steve had given Eddie a flashlight and a thick red blanket with a picture of a bear on it, Eddie was still feeling a little anxious as he waited for Harrington to come back. 

The living room was warm, the fire going nice and hot, with a steady supply of chopped logs sitting beside the mantle. The tree was gorgeously decorated and the gifts underneath piqued Eddie's interest, but it was the simple worn guitar sitting beside it that captured Eddie's attention. 

After gnawing on his lip for what felt like forever Eddie walked over to the guitar, he just needed a better look to sate his curiousicity. It looked well cared for, old but loved, the strings looked new, but the neck had some chips in the placement lines. 

Eddie felt drawn to the instrument so he ran his fingers over the carved wood, just to keep the evil eye from looking at the beauty. 

“It was my Nonno’s, he brought it from Italy. That thing is nearly one hundred years old.” Steve spoke in a soft voice from behind him.

Eddie blushed, he turned and gave Steve an apologetic look, but the other man just smiled softly. 

“You can hold it, someone who knows what they're doing probably should. I try to keep it in good shape but.. I'm not an expert, don't even know how to tune the damn thing.” Steve mused.

Eddie's fingers itches to hold the incredibly valuable guitar, so much so that he did, he actually reached out and plucked the instrument off it's stand. Cradling it carefully Eddie looked up at Steve with a silent question on his face.

“Please,” Steve said in answer. “I’d love to hear it again.” 

Eddie swallowed, he hadn't played in years, not since his world tour ended, not after his uncle… because any time he'd so much as touched a guitar since then it burned him. It scorched his very soul with that white hot agony of his uncle's death.

but Eddie felt… the love and the tender care that the old guitar held in it's wood, he could hear the lively joyful music this instrument brought to life. 

Eddie plucked the strings, adjusting and tuning the fine instrument. It still sounded amazing, better than the ones Eddie has spent hundreds on or even the one he'd spent thousands on. 

“My uncle was tone deaf,” Eddie laughed softly. “The man couldn't hold a tune to save his life, but he taught me how to read music. How to feel it in the wood and string.” Eddie smiled filled with such fondness at the memory.

“I hear music skills sometimes Skip generations.” Steve chuckled. “My dad could play that thing like the devil himself was watching… but every time I touched it… it felt too heavy. Man, I could make cat's scatter and dogs howl when I tried to play.”

Eddie laughed. Steve perched on the arm of the sofa and watched Eddie with interested eyes, it made something low in his stomach clench. 

“Sounds like my uncle's playing.” Eddie quipped, and the smile Steve flashed seemed like a beautiful reward.

“What was his name?” Steve asked softly.

“Wayne,” Eddie answered, his fingertips plucking at the strings to create a light Christmas tune. “What about your grandparents?”

Steve grinned wide and devilish. “Well, my Nonno's name was Alassandro Harrington and my Nona was the great and beautiful Stefana Hovarth.” 

Eddie's jaw dropped in surprise, he laughed when Steve did and shook his head. “You're named after your grandma?” 

“No, I'm named after my father, but he's named after his mother.” Steve looked like he was trying not to laugh or make fun, but there was such joy in his eyes Eddie couldn't help but stare. 

“When my dad moved away from here he told everyone he was named after his parent, but never said it was his mother. I think he was ashamed, but God's that woman was something special.” Steve's face settled into something like bliss and Eddie wanted to see more.

“She sounds amazing.” Eddie spoke softly as his song started to reach a lyrical part. 

“Thanks…” Steve whispered.

Eddie smiled, a slow heartwarming thing that had his voice slipping out before he'd even decided if he would. 

The song was soft, nothing special, but Eddie liked the feeling of sharing the intimate moment with Steve. 

“I think you're going to have to stay, Eddie.” Steve said once the song ended.

“One song and you're ready to keep me.” Eddie teased.

Steve got to his feet and shrugged. “Yeah well, you have a beautiful voice.”

“And a pretty cock too, that's a very important selling point.” Eddie laughed, but stopped short when Steve turned on him.

“Put down my nonno’s guitar and then you can come to me all you want.” Steve scoffed then turned to gather the thick blanket from the couch. 

Eddie gently placed the instrument back into his stand, he slowly walked up behind Steve who was bending over to grab the rest of the blanket. Running a hand up Steve’s side Eddie fitted himself to Harrinton’s back. 

“Like this?” Eddie asked with a heady tone. 

Steve straightened slightly, pressing his body back into Eddie’s. The hand at Steve’s side slipped into the bottom of Steve’s shirt pressing his calloused fingers into the taut skin of his lower abdomen.

Steve let out a soft breath and tipped his head back. Grinning at the sight Eddie nipped at Steve’s exposed neck which was rewarded with a groan. 

Eddie used his free hand to grab Steve’s chin tilting it even farther before skinning his teeth into Harrington’s neck. The moan that erupted from Steve was almost too loud in the quiet house, the only other sound being the crackling of the fire before them. 

Pushing his hand down into Steve’s sweatpants Eddie grabbed the head of Harrington’s erection, growing harder himself at the fact that Steve was already dripping with precum. Releasing Steve’s neck Eddie started kissing the shallow teeth impressions. 

“Big boy,” Eddie whispered into Steve's ear. “How fitting.”

Steve hugged the blanket tighter to himself, lifting a bunched up piece to his mouth to keep himself quiet as Eddie stroked him. It was possibly the hottest thing Eddie had seen the other man do.

“You look so fucking beautiful right now.” Eddie breathed into Steve’s ear. 

Harrington relaxed in Eddie’s hold, his head tipping even further back to rest against Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie gently pressed his nose into Steve’s cheek nudging him softly in hopes of getting Steve to turn into him. 

Thankfully Steve had done exactly what Eddie wanted, turning to look into Eddie’s eyes. They kissed, slow and lenguid, like Eddie’s strokes. Slow dragging pumps that twisted and rubbed at Steve’s head. 

Eddie was enjoying the way Steve's body twitched and shivered, the soft keening sounds of lust and pleasure and teasing touches which tighten Eddie’s body with arasoul. 

Dropping the blanket Steve reached one arm up to fist his hand in Eddie's hair which made him moan into the kiss. The other hand had started to roam Eddie's body, but by the frustrated huff and breaking of the kiss Eddie guessed Steve wasn't too fond of the angle. 

Steve pulled out of Eddie's hold and turned to face him, which was the perfect opportunity for Eddie to push him down onto the couch. 

Steve started to get back up when Eddie dropped to his knees and slid Steve's boots off. The pants were the next to be removed before Eddie set his mouth to work on Steve's cock.

Harrington groaned, slipping his hands into Eddie's hair, pulling it all back and out of Eddie's way. Looking up at Steve through his lashes Eddie dipped low, swallowing up every inch of Steve delicious cock before bobbing back up to suck at the head. 

Eddie trailed a hand up Steve's body then angled him down onto the couch, Eddie popped up long enough to readjust them both. Steve laid longways across the couch one leg thrown over the arm while the other dangled off the edge leaving him splayed open for Eddie. 

“I'm not normally a bottom,” Steve breathed, he was sitting up on his elbows watching Eddie position himself between his legs. 

“I'll take really good care of you, baby. I promise.“ Eddie spoke against the Head of Steve's cock.

When Eddie started sucking again Steve let his head drop back between his shoulders, hips ever so slightly bucking into Eddie.

“L-lube in the side table, t-there.” Steve spoke better moans, pointing to a table by the other end of the couch.

“You keep lube in the living room table?” Eddie asked in an amused tone.

“I'm an animal, what do you want from me?”

“Don't move, big boy.” Eddie said before going to rifle through the drawer for the lube and a condom. 

Settling back in position Eddie poured a small amount of lube over his fingers then rubbed it slowly into Steve's asshole. Beads of precum dripped down Steve's cock and Eddie groaned at the beautiful sight. 

Sliding his tongue up Steve's shaft Eddie lapped up the clear fluid enjoying the taste. When again Eddie fully took Harrington’s cock into his mouth he also pushed his middle finger into Steve, painfully slow, reveling in the feel of each inch of his finger being gripped by Steve's tight entrance. 

A high crescendo of sounds escaped Steve's throat, sharp intakes of breath followed by half formed moans. Eddie was almost too excited by the way Steve reacted to his touch, he pulled out and pushed in again at the same sole pace. 

Steve made a sound close to a whimper then started grinding down on Eddie's fingers, fucking himself at a faster pace. Taking the hint Eddie added a second finger then a third and started finger fucking Steve at a brutal speed, working Steve cock faster and deeper swallowing hard when he had Harrington's cock buried deep in his throat. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Steve cried out, bucking and grinding in time with Eddie's movement. 

Eddie was desperate, he wanted so badly to make Steve drown him with cum, wanted it hot in his throat and spilling out his lips. It only took a few more moments before Steve gave him exactly that. 

Moaning at the cum spurting down his throat Eddie swallowed, and swallowed his fingers now fully pushed into Steve as he milked at his insides. 

Once Steve finished cummung and his body started to relax Eddie pulled away long enough to pull his own throbbing cock out and slide the condom over himself. 

“Do you still want me to fuck you” Eddie asked in a husky voice. 

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” Steve answered as he readjusted himself on the couch making room for Eddie to climb between his legs. 

“You want my pretty cock inside you?” Eddie asked in a teasing voice. 

Steve yanked Eddie down on top of him, kissing him roughly as he wrapped his legs around Eddie's back. Eddie groaned in pleasure at the eagerness of the man under him, Steve reached down and grabbed Eddie's cock aligning it with his ass and slowly pushing himself up onto Eddie's erection. 

Steve tossed his head back and moaned, squeezing his legs tighter around Eddie to push him further inside. Again Harrington moaned, loud and satisfying, Eddie flicked his hips up just as he sunk his teeth into Steve's neck, one hand holding the back of the couch for support and the other digging into Steve's hip. 

“Fuck!” Steve screamed, his body twitching into Eddie's as he started fucking himself harder with Eddie's cock. 

“God dammit, Steve. You're so fucking needy, fucking me like a little slut.” Eddie growled into Steve's ear as he ground his hips into Steve. 

The way Steve's ass gripped his cock and the moan that spilled out at the word Slut had Eddie's balls tightening and his blood singing with pleasure. Moving the hand on Steve's hip down to roughly jerk up Steve's thigh Eddie fucked into him deeper, harder, faster.

Steve was writhing under Eddie, moaning like he was trying to be louder than the thunder rattling the windows, his hips jerking in a frenzied rush. 

Eddie bit into Steve's shoulder, hard and unforgiving, which pushed Steve over the edge and him splattered hot cum between them. Eddie moaned at the way Steve's body clenched around him, pounding harder and harder into him it till he spilled into the condom, pushed as far into Steve as their bodies would allow. 

Eyes half lidded from the orgasm Steve continued to ever so slowly fuck himself with Eddie's spent cock causing him to bite down deeper into Harrington's shoulder. 

After a moment their body's began to relax, Eddie sucked at the deep bite before pulling away from Steve and collapsing on the floor.

For a long moment they both just laid there, trying to catch their breaths while the aftershocks of their shared orgasms passed. Eddie closed his eyes, pulling the used condom off and tying the end up so it didn't leak out.

Eddie felt Steve take the condom, then he felt Steve lay down beside him, pulling the thick blanket over them both before he settled into Eddie's side. 

#steddie holiday exchange #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #Tattoo artist Eddie Munson #Bookshop owner Steve Harrington #Au #Harringroveson #Steddie #harringrove

[thecapricunt1616]

Goddess - Chapter One Steve Harrington

♡ Chapter Inspo: Lyrics - "Lay all your love on me" (ABBA) " It was like shooting a sitting duck. A little small talk, a smile, and baby I was stuck. I still don't know what you've done with me; A grown-up woman should never fall so easily..."

♡ Summary: Steve x Persephone do some heavy flirting, Robin is grossed out, but- She forgives Steve since he picks a movie for the 3 of them containing their mutual favorite - tits.

♡ W/C: 1,816

♡ Posted Date: 03/09/2024

♡ A/N: It's here!!! It's finally here! This is a rewrite of a fic I wrote a few months ago & posted to AO3 - I am such a softie for some Stevey omgg I really love him!! IMO He is one of the most important characters in the entire show, his character growth is beautiful, Genuinely - as a Character Steve Is so complex and wonderful and such a good person, so I had to write for him hehe!

♡ Warnings for BTC: None really! Oh - Robin getting a pack of gum to the face for being a cheeky bitch, and swearing.

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓟.𝓞.𝓥. -

I'm awoken to a sudden rapping on my door, “Persephone!!” Robin said as she flung my bedroom door open, her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth. “Dude- you seriously fell back asleep? We need to be leaving in 5 minutes! I am not the person to be timekeeper!” I sit up quickly, fuck- fell back asleep again. 

I jumped up out of bed quickly, my pajamas wrinkled from sleep. “Uh-” I lift my hand quickly, wiping dried drool from the corner of my mouth. “Sorry- sorry,” I stumble past her over tiredly to my dresser, digging out a pair of jeans and a striped blue sweater. 

“Dude- Steve is my friend, but he told me yesterday that if I’m late one more time and he doesn’t write me up, the GM is gonna fire him - Hurry UP!” she said annoyed as she returned to the bathroom. I stripped my pajamas off quickly.

By the time I’d gotten outside and hopped in the driver's seat of my mom’s wood-paneled station wagon that’d been passed down to me when she died, starting it quickly and peeling out of the driveway, we were already a good 5 minutes behind, but I didn’t doubt that I could make it up if I just focused really hard while driving.

 “I don’t know how we haven't gotten in an accident yet” Robin mutters as I slow down briefly at the stop sign to be sure no one is coming before speeding off again.

“If we were in one, Steve would be a real ass to give you a write-up” I teased, earning a giggle from her. 

We got to the video store in one piece thankfully, and pulled into a parking spot. “Comin’ in?” she asked, grabbing her backpack from the back. 

“Yup, wanna pick out a movie for t’night, we're still getting Chinese right?” I questioned. She nods with a smile popping open her door and stepping out.

“Wouldn’t miss it, but please not another romance- I can’t handle your weeping” she teased, I giggled a bit, nudging her with my hip.

“You cried too! The Rachel Papers was fuckin’ amazing! You can’t deny.” I pulled the door open for us and Steve’s head popped up from the paperwork he was looking at on the counter, a stray adorable clump of hair falling over his forehead with the movement, causing him to sweep it back with his hand absentmindedly. 

He glances at the clock on the wall, smiling “15 seconds and you’dve been fired” he jokes, causing Robin to snort a laugh as she walks behind the counter, dropping her backpack in a heap on the floor.

“Sure like you’d lose your best employee right?” she replied, causing him to laugh a bit. 

“What brings you in, goddess? How may I be of service? ” he teased me with that boyish smile of his. I rolled my eyes lightly, biting back an amused grin. 

“You’ll never stop calling me that, mm?” I wandered over to the romance section to which Robin groans. 

“Shes here to torture me. Apparently, a ride to work every day means she always gets to choose the movies we watch, Steve can you puhhhhleeease start bringing me again?” She whined dramatically, causing Steve to chuckle. 

“You like romance, mm?” He follows me into the isle. I felt my heart quicken in my chest, butterflies swarming my stomach. I’d thought Steve was so cute ever since I’d moved here, but I’m far too shy to make a move myself- and he’s one of Robins best friends. It feels like it’s breaking girl code, if not family code to not make a move on one of your cousin's best friends. 

Even if they were as charismatic, and kind, and handsome as Steve Harrington. 

“Mmhmm” I hummed, stopping and picking up a random movie, hoping he was just coming back here to do some work. 

“That one’s no good” he plucked the copy of Love Story out of my hands, looking over the back “Yeah, this one’s a bore. You want somethin’ really steamy?” He takes a movie off the second to top shelf and extends it to me. 

I smile a bit “Manhattan? Really? Didn’t peg you as a Woody Allen guy” I turn it over to read the excerpt. Robin makes a dramatic ‘bleh’ noise causing me to snort. 

“Ew! He seems like a total skeez.” She said and I giggled, looking up at Steve, then over at Robin, before back at him again. 

“I guess it’s a no go…” I said softly, gently offering it to him. 

“Robin!” He looks back at her and she looks up from the stack of movies she was coding into the computer. “There’s boobies.” He stated, raising his eyebrows. 

I laughed, even harder so when Robin sat up at the mention of potentially seeing bare chests. “Deal, she’ll take it.” She nodded, going back to highlighting movies as she punched them in. 

“See she just takes a little convincing” he nudges the tape back towards me with a grin. I smiled, shaking my head amusedly. 

“You are a really good friend to her, you know that right, Harrington?” I said quietly, so only we could hear. His cheeks went pink, the smile on his face growing slightly. 

“I try. She’s not too bad herself.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck lightly. “Uh- I was gonna tell you y’know if she- if she didn’t want to watch it with you, I don’t mind a good romance” 

Now my cheeks were certainly pink. “Oh!” I manage to squeak out, my nails nervously picking at the tattered please rewind sticker on the case of the tape. “Sure- sure, I mean. Yeah! Come- come over, if you want to watch it with us. I’m sure she’s gonna like- pass out. After 20 minutes, you probably know how she is” I swallowed quickly, my mouth suddenly feeling dry and my voice sounding small. 

“Shit I didn’t- sorry I didn’t mean to like…invite myself? I just- I dunno, I hate watching movies alone” he clears his throat awkwardly. I bit the inside of my lip to contain a grin.

Was I making Steve Harrington nervous?

“Please invite yourself over any time, I can only handle her ramblings for so many hours before my head starts to hurt” I said loud enough just to tease her and she sits up. 

“Hey! You said you love when I talk to you about stuff!” She pouts and I giggled. 

“I’m just kidding tweedle-dee. C’mon y’know I love you” I went over to her, planting a large wet smooch on her cheek just to mess with her. 

She groans, pulling away and wiping her cheek. “God I feel bad for any boys you’re sucking face with if that’s how you kiss” she teased. 

Steve came back around the counter, leaning on his elbows and looking at me. 

“Member card please” he said, holding his hand out with a smile. I rolled my eyes slightly, “can’t just use Robins?” I huff, digging around in my purse. 

“That would be against policy, what kind of boss would I be if I broke the rules right Robin?” He looks over to her and she laughs. 

“You are one to talk about rules, mister I-go-over-10-minutes-every-break.” She said and shook her head. “You just have a yucky crush on my cousin and want her to stay longer,” she said causing us both to blush. 

“Dude shut up” he kicks her shin and she groans and winces at the contact.

“OW! You’re a Butthead” she muttered, and I looked up at him with a small smile on my lips.

“And what if I don’t have it?” I asked, resting just in front of him on the counter, leaning on my hand and looking at him with big doe eyes from under my lashes.

One of his famous, half Steve smirks appears on his lips, leaning in, mirroring my position, and looking into my gaze at eye level. 

“Guess you’re real lucky that I’m comin’ over then, I guess I could take responsibility of the movie…since you’re such a loyal customer, and a friend” he said, his eyes flickering to my lips momentarily.

“Wow…Who’d have guessed Steve Harrington is such the gentleman?” I slide the tape towards him, our fingers brushing. 

“Oh gag- Will you two just get a room?!” Robin groans and I raise my eyebrows, looking over at her.

“S’you wouldn’t beeee…” I narrow my eyes, hoping she got the hint.

“EW! You think I care?! Have at it, weirdos” she said, and my eyes flicked back to his hazel ones. 

“Care about what?” he asked, obliviously.

“That I hear her like ‘ohhhh steeeeveee!!’ in the shower at least once a week, she has the total hots for you” she said and I nearly choked on a gasp, chucking the closest thing to me at her head which just so happened to be Steves pack of spearmint gum.

“OW! Will you both stop hitting me?!” she said frustratedly and Steve laughs.

“She's saying what in the shower now?!” he turns towards her, a wide shit eating grin on his face. 

Smug bastard.

I give her the ‘try me, say it again’ eyes and she laughs, trying to play it off.

“Oh - kiddinggg! Just kidding.” she said, shooting me a ‘please, spare me.’ look.

“Girls are weird” he muttered, punching his member ID in from memory, and scanning the movie before handing it to me. “Due in 14 days, don’t be late- I got a stellar record” he smiled a bit. “Do I get one of those kisses you gave Robin? Y’know, for being so lenient” he wiggled his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes, cheeks still bright cherry red from Robin’s slick comments.

I shrug a bit, “Sure, C’mere, pretty-boy” I stood up with a small smile and he came around the counter, hands tucked behind his back and leaning so my lips were perfect height with his cheek. 

“Waiting” he said softly. I snort a laugh, leaning in and pressing my lips to his cheek gently, lingering for a little longer than needed, but neither of us seemed to mind. 

When I pulled away, his eyes were still fluttered shut, his cheeks the same tinge of red that surely matched mine. 

“Totally not at all the kiss I got, but okay” Robin mutters and I turn, sending her a death glare and digging around my purse for something else to throw. She covers her head and face in her hands nervously “Sorry! I can’t help it!” she squeaks.  I look back at Steve. “Handle my light stuff while I’m gone, yeah? See you at 6 Harrington, this movie better be as hot and steamy as you say.” I said next to his ear softly before turning and leaving before he could stutter a reply.

➵ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⋘ 𝐖𝐈𝐏 ♡♡♡ ⋙

#steve harrington x oc #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things netflix #stranger things #steve harrington smut #MDNI Banners + Cottage Core dividers by #saradika

[alchemistdetective]

So Chloe, what do you feed Steve?

"Ohhh, Stevey! Let's see... we feed him some food leftovers from the cafe, in case people don't finish their food! Even if they're leftovers, they still make up for a healthy and balanced diet with dairy, meat, and vegetables! Isn't that right, Stevey?"

"̸m̷y̵ ̵l̷i̶f̶e̸ ̷e̸v̶e̴r̸y̷d̷a̶y̷ ̶i̸s̴ ̸s̴u̷f̶f̷e̶r̵i̸n̸g̶.̴.̴.̶.̴.̴.̸.̴.̶.̴.̴ ̵r̶e̶l̴e̸a̵s̵e̷ ̴m̴e̸ ̵f̴r̴o̸m̴ ̷m̶y̷ ̵t̸o̷r̸m̸e̸e̸e̴e̶n̸t̶.̸.̷.̴"̴

"He likes it! Hooray!"

"Hey, umm... Crescent? What's that?"

"Eri. Please. Please don't ask."

#Anonymous #ANOTHER ANCIENT THING #muse: chloe #muse: rirune #muse: crescent

[trashbag-baby666]

 I thought of a really good idea. The reader‘s older brother is in a pop punk band or some thing that claims to be more hard-core than they are. Hunter absolutely despises that but then falls in love with you

Omg period!!! I decided to do head canons for this because I couldn’t really get a good plot running! But thank you sm love! 💐💜

•You’re new to the school but not to the area.

•You’d dealt with bullying your whole life and it had gotten to be too much.

•You met Hunter when you saw Skullflower playing a party. The only reason you’re at the party? Emily invited you because she noticed you were new and she knew how that felt.

•You watched as Hunter sat in a folding chair with his guitar on his lap as they played Machinery of Torment.

•You wondered what had happened to Hunters leg that it was in a bulky cast with penis’s and fire drawn all over it.

•After their set you waited for Emily to get done helping Kevin pack up. Hunter approached you first.

•”I like your shirt, I’ve seen them live twice now.” Hunter shrugged and nodded towards your Black Flag shirt.

•”Cool I’ve seen them ten times my brothers band opened for them on their last tour.” You leaned against the wall trying to come off as cool.

•”Damn who’s your brother?” Hunter raised his eyebrow.

•”Stevey y/l/n from Ocean Drive.” You shrugged.

•Emily and Kevin walked over and Kevin clapped Hunter on the back carefully to not knock him off his crutches.

•”Don’t let him scare you, y/n.” Emily smiled.

•”He doesn’t my brothers friends are way scarier and their music is heavier. No offense.” You smiled and flicked your eyes up at Hunter quick then back to Emily. Hunters had a glare on his face, he’d heard Ocean Drive before and they were not as heavy as Skullflower.

•Hunter spends the next week bickering with you during your study hall in the library the teacher hushing you two.

•You weren’t quiet mad bickering but fun bantering at each other. He made you listen to the demo’s he had saved on his phone.

•You told him about the bands you’ve met from going to concerts and your brother having traction in the music industry.

•You end up dragging Hunter to one of your brothers show’s.

•He talks a lot a shit until their set actually starts. Then Hunter gets blast away by how good they are.

•Hunter wants to play it cool though so he asks like he totally isn’t fan girling.

•After the show you take Hunter backstage where they were all hanging out.

•Your brother gives you a hug and you introduce him to Hunter and tells him that Hunter thinks that their band isn’t cool.

•Hunter quickly corrects you and you laugh as he admits he loves Ocean Drive.

•When you guys arrive at your house to drop you off you both have a mini staring contest. But you break it first and kiss Hunter.

•You get nervous and go to pull away but Hunter wraps his arms around you and pulls you over to his seat. You guys make out with each other till Kevin won’t stop calling Hunter wondering if he forgot they were going to hang out later.

#metal lords #hunter sylvester #hunter sylvester x reader #head cannon #thanks for the request!

[hypersonicxd-blog]

Day 02 Kinktober

Mind Control - Dark fic.

Pairings: Dark Loki/ Reader

Warnings: Non-con, supressed memories, mind control. Dark Loki. R*pe. Do not read if any of these could trigger you.

MINORS DNI!

This is not a cute story.

Loki is your sisters boyfriend, but he takes a liking to you.

You groaned as you rolled over, your alarm clock blaring Master of Puppets across the room. You didn't want today to happen. You were supposed to be going to stay with your sister for a week, help her settle in to her new home. This wasn't what was bothering you. It was her boyfriend, well now fiancé. 

Loki.

You'd been 16 the first time you met him, when Annabelle - your sister- brought him home to join the family holiday. Your parents were enamoured quickly but you always felt something was off with him. With the way his eyes lingered on your body for too long. His gaze always dark and mischievous as he looked you way.

On top of that you'd had to give up spending time with your boyfriend and that put you in a sour mood. He'd planned a cute little getaway for you both and you were hoping to lose your virginity on it. Despite pleading with your mum and dad, they hadn't budged. So you'd had to cancel on Steve.

Thankfully he didn't seem mad, a little upset. But he assured you he would be okay, deciding to take his friend. You'd just assumed that he was taking James with him for a bro getaway so you were okay with that.

"Get up, Loki will be here soon to pick you up." Your dads voice called from outside your door.

Fuck. You bolt up, panic consuming you. You could have sworn Anna was supposed to be picking you up. Now you had to spend 3 hours in a car with the devil as you'd dubbed him in your head.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you throw on the ugliest, baggiest clothes you can find, opting for loose grey joggers and your boyfriends oversized hoodie. Perfect.

Grabbing your carry on and backpack you head downstairs phone in hand. As you reach the bottom step you freeze. Loki's deep voice reaching you as he makes small talk with your parents, filling them in on how Anna's doing etc.

"Is it too late to convince you to let me go with Steve instead?" you ask your mum ignoring the looming darkness that is Loki.

"We've spoke about this, your father and I don't approve of Steve. So regardless of if your sister needed help or not you wouldn't be going." She snaps, her head still turned towards the intruder.

"Whatever. Let's just go." You storm out of the door, just wanting to get the drive over with. You notice Loki's pickup and lean against the back. You look across the street at Steve's house, seeing him packing up the car. You go to call out to him, before you notice the red head walking out of his drive towards him.

You watch her embrace him in a hug, ducking behind the side of the car slightly. You watch as he shuts the door and they both get in his car, before he pulls off and drives out of view. Taking your phone out you shoot him a message.

So bummed I can't be with you. Which friend did you choose to take babe?

Stevey: Hey babe, I'm bummed too. Me and James are on our way, actually just left a moment ago.

Your eyes blur as he lies to you. Locking your phone in anger you shove it in your bag. Could today be any worse? You just found out your boyfriend is a lying scumbag and you have to spend 3 hours in a car with a man you can't stand.

You hear the front door open and your parents saying goodbye to Loki, wishing him a safe journey, before the car beeps, signalling its unlocked you climb into the passenger seat, hating that the pickup doesn't have a back seat, just a cab.

Loki climbs in just as you've buckled yourself in. "Who's Steve, petal?" He asks. No hello, how are you? Just invasive questions as per usual.

"None of your business and don't call me that." You snap, huffing in your seat. You get lightheaded for a moment almost as though something is probing at your brain. Sighing you turn to Loki.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have snapped. Steve was my boyfriend. Was being the key word, seeing as I just seen him leaving with his girl best friend, who he told me not to worry about."

Your brain hazes as you wonder why you just told him that. Fighting against the fog clouding over your brain you decide to remain silent.

"Tell me pet, has this boy had you the way I have?" He purrs, pulling away from the house.

Your body freezes, fog clearing slightly.

"What? You haven't had me. So fuck off Loki. I'm not in the mood for your mind games." You hiss.

"But they're always so fun. You put up such a fight every time, until you remember how you bled and came apart on my cock."

"What the fuck are you talking about? Have you gone insane?" You spit, Goosebumps rising on your skin.

His dark laugh fills the cab. "Ahh Petal, you always bring me so much fun."

"But for now I need to drive. So go to sleep for a few hours and while you sleep remember."

You try to fight the sleep that suddenly clouds you, exhaustion growing in the deepest parts of you. Your eyes close of their own accord and you succumb to the blackness. Memories flicker behind your eyelids before one comes into focus.

You stand in the corner as your younger self haunches over a desk, English homework splayed over the surface. The door opens and you watch from the corner as Loki stalks up behind the 16 year old you.

You watch as the portrayal of you tense. You feel a probing in your mind as you remember the events that had been supressed. A voice whispers in your mind telling you to strip and you watch in horror as the younger you follows the command.

Standing up from the desk and robotically stripping off her clothes.

Another whisper causes you to flinch as younger you tenses, trying to fight off the mental manipulation that shouldn't be possible.

'Good girl, now get on the bed. Hands and knees.'

The younger version of you obeys, body still tense. You watch Loki stalk forward gripping the arse cheeks of the girl on the bed, admiring the view he shouldn't be seeing.

"Tell me has anyone ever broken in your tight pussy, or is my cock going to be the first, the only?"

Your younger self mumble a reply you don't catch, but Loki does.

"Good Girl" His monstrous voice purrs as he unzips his pants and palms his hard cock. You feel your stomach roll as you watch the scene unfold.

"Scream for me, your sisters and parents won't save you."

Terror eats at you as he lines himself up with your younger self. That version of you screaming as he buries himself into your untouched pussy in one brutal thrust. Tears stream down your face as Loki turns to you, locking his cold eyes on yours.

"Remember" He purrs as more memories assault you.

Image after image flash in your mind. Loki's cock buried in your throat as your sister sits dazed on the couch. Loki's head between your thighs as you sleep. His cock stretching your pussy and arse as he violates you.

Your mind blacks out as a voice reaches you.

"You have and always will be mine, Y/N"

#dark loki x reader #kinktober2022 #dark fic

[cevansbaby-dove]

Lust Royale 4

Warnings: talks of sex, stalking from Andy.

You went out to work out and then you see Steve texted you.

Steve-Are you coming back to the tower yet?

y/n-Jesus Christ Rogers, let me out of the tower for longer than two hours please..i'm not a kid.

Steve-fine..call me when your able to.

y/n- aye aye cap!

You put your phone in your gym bag and get to your car and just then remembered that you needed to grab stuff from the store and it's only ten minutes from the tower Steve will be ok with just ten extra minutes.

You drive away from the gym and then Andy's card falls out of your purse and you pick it up and bite your lip.

He was handsome...but you were with Steve and if he found out about Barber it's game over for you.

You got to the store and pull into a parking spot and see Andy's car..noo..it can't be his...you get out of your car and grab a cart then head into the store.

Andy watches you from his car with lust in his eyes but he can't bee seen. But he came ready to not been seen by you.

Andy grabs his bag then gets out of his car and walks to the store and heads into the bathroom to change.

Andy walks out into the store and looks around then he spots you in the produce aisle.

Andy slowly walks past you and you glance at him and he turns his face before you can see him.

You must be seeing things that can't be Him..can it? you shake your head and see a text from Steve.

Steve-y/n where are you? it's been more then a few minutes!

you walk away from the aisle and bump into Andy's arm. "Oh God I'm sorry" You look up from your phone and see him. "You were at the party..Andy right?"

He flashes a smile. "hello Kitten" That nickname was new for you and God it was kind of hot....a hot man picking a nickname for you..damn.

"Um hey sorry what are you doing-" he looks around. "Nothing just shopping, you?"

"Same I mean that's what people do at stores so...." Andy flashes you a smile and says. "I heard you left the avengers...on your own now?"

"No I didn't leave them...where did you hear that?" Andy's eyes darken. "I saw it online"

You roll your eyes. "Ah one of those kinds of men who trust everything they see online uh?"

You walk around the store and Andy follows you. "Oh I didn't know it wasn't true"

you smile. "of course you didn't" Andy watches you as you look at somethings and you say. "it was nice seeing you again Andy" He nods. "You too kitten, oh I have a masked ball tonight...if you wanted to join me"

I look at him and say. "I'd love too thanks" he smiles "i'll text you the place and time." I nod and walk away.

Back at the Tower Steve was pacing the floor so much that Tony says. "Don't wear a hole in my floor please Rogers"

Steve looks at the front door. "She should be her by now where is she!?"

You walk in. "I'm back sorry ran into Andy at the store" You put the stuff away and Steve walks up to you. "Did you talk to him?"

You turn and look into Steve's eyes. "yes sir but he was nice so I didn't see a reason to ignore him"

Steve's jaw clenches and you fold your arms. "Damn why are you like this Rogers!? All I did was talk to him he didn't fuck me like you have"

Tony's eyes widen and he says. "oh? is that so Steveie boy? you and y/n have had sex?"

Steve says not taking his eyes off of you. "Stay out of this Stark"

You walk around Steve and he says. "Where are you going?"

"to punch something! I am not going to punch you that would be dumb"

You storm out and Steve sighs. "damn it" Tony says. "uh uh"

I am at the gun range when I hear Steve storm in. "Y/n!" I turn and put the safety on my gun and put it away. "What do you want Rogers?!"

He walks to me pinning me to the wall by my neck. "You really want to keep that bullshit talk up?"

I gasp. "Language Steve" he tights his grip on my neck. "What do you call me Y/N"

"Si...sir...I'm sorry" He smiles and let's go of my neck. "Good girl" I hum at his praise. "So your not mad at me?" I asked grabbing my jacket.

"I'm just looking out for you" He said folding his arms. "oh I see"

"What? just because we had sex doesn't mean we can't be friends..with benefits" I look over at him with a smirk. "Oh yeah? and what if I told you that I was going to Andy's for a masked ball? what then?"

Steve walks to me and says. "I'll have to join you"

I smile. "But you have a mission, come on Steveie i'll be fine" I kiss his cheek. "trust me"

I walk away and head into my room and grab this outfit.

I fix my hair into a bun and slip my heels on and then I see Andy's message of the address and time at five and it's already four fifty.

I walk into the living room and Tony looks at me and says. "Well hello beautiful Y/N" I smile at him. "I'm off for the evening see you boys later" I walk out to my car and drive off.

i walk out of my car and I see so many people already filling up his home. I put my mask on and walk into the house and look around. I see a tall man walking to me and he hands me a glass of wine. "Nice to see you"

I take the glass and smile at him. "Glad to be here" I look around the room and a lady walks up to me. "Hello I'm Laurie" I smile and shake her hand. "Y/n" "oh it's very nice to meet you y/n how long have you been here?"

"oh not long I live in New York, Mister Barber invited me to this party, oh is he here?"

"he is but being that this is a masked thing I can't give out where he is" I send the lady a warm smile. "Right I'm sorry I forgot" She smiles. "well if you need me you know where to find me"

I nod. "yes thank you" She walks away and I hear someone say behind me. "hello Kitten" I turn and see him but he's in a mask but that nickname he gave me was what made me know it was him.

"hello Sir"

Andy and I talk for hours about many things. I look at my phone and say. "I should go Andy it's getting late and Steve he'll-"

"He'll what?" Andy asks looking into my eyes. I take my mask off. "He is protective of me" Andy cradles my face in his strong hands. "Just once Kitten...let me take care of you" and with that his lips softly touched mine. I should have pulled back, I should have said no..but there was something about the look in his eyes.

A/n:whew...y/n is in hot water if she kissed Andy. Will Steve be mad? What will Andy do after this kiss? More coming as soon as I can, I hit a writings slump for this series but I am back at it :)

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[marksbear]

So this was also on my mind with Dom avengers reader. So how about sub Steven who had a picture of reader as his lock screen and Donna walks pass saying how handsome he is and wish she could hit that. Which then leads to Steven saying that is his boyfriend and Donna (being the worst) says sure he is and walks off. But they have a office party soon and steven asks for reader to show up and prove Donna wrong. Reader says yes but shows a little late and has to find steven in the party and try to walk away from fans. He sees steven talking to Donna about something and speeds walks to him and kisses him saying how much he missed him. Donna is shocked and they both enjoy the party. And reader then asks if that was his boss and steven says yes and why he brought him here was to make her jealous.Which leads to them going home and steven goes to ride reader while saying how he is his boyfriend/fiance/husband (whichever you prefer) and saying to steven how he won't ever leave him.(I just read this and now see how similar this is to the other avengers party one. And am sorry bout that I've been having a headache for the past couple of days so sorry if this all over the place.)-🐻‍❄️

I'm so sorry for not posting jack shit 😭! I've been so busy and tired nowadays, but I will make it up to everyone. And thank you my 50% for requesting I love you!

Warnings! Jealous Steven, petty Steven, SMUT, eating out, fingering, spit as lube, riding, jerking off, making out, PDA, HERO reader,

SUB STEVEN GRANT X HERO MALE READER

"Steve, what time is it?" Donna says walking to the souvenir counter leaning onto it looking at Steven. Steven picks up his phone and checks the time. "It's 5:31" Steven responds back turning his head to the side to face his boss.

Before Steven could turn off his phone and put it back in his pocket Donna's voice rings out.

"Is that the new Avenger H/n? A handsome bloke isn't he. I wish I could hit that y'know? I bet he's a beast in bed." Donna says gesturing to Steven's wallpaper with a smirk imagining all the things the new hero could do to her. Steven stares at Donna wide eyed before responding.

"He's my boyfriend actually. We've been dating for a couple years."

Donna rolls her eyes in disbelief and says "Sure he is Stevey. Think you're going a bit mad Steven." Donna mocks before leaving a puzzled Steven by himself.

Steven watches her walk off before turning back to his phone and goes to his messages and sends Y/n a quick text. "Could you please come to my office party? I don't wanna be alone and I miss you so much." Steven waits a little before getting a quick response back from Y/n.

"When does it start?"

"In about six four hours." Steven responds back.

"I'll be there Steven. Love you and see you in a few hours." ❤

"Love you too!"

Steven smiles to himself before turning off his phone and goes back to work. The whole time Steven was working he kept imagining everyone's shocked faces when they all found out The Y/n is dating him. He couldn't wait for the party.

Since him and Y/n haven't been able to hang around a lot since Y/n is an avenger and all, but the one thing Steven loves about it is that Y/n would honestly drop any meeting or mission to be with him.

TIMESKIP

Steven waits nervously waiting for his boyfriend to show up. Steven checks his phone again for the time. "9:12..." Steven mumbles to himself feeling a bit anxious. To make things even worse Donna stalks up to Steven talking about whatever.

"So Steven. I may need you to work a few more hours on Wednesday because" Before Donna could finish theres a crowd of people screaming and cheering from outside.

Y/n moves past them trying to get inside so he can finally be with his boyfriend. "Excuse me. Excuse me please."

Y/n says trying to get by them. Paparazzi and etc take pictures of Y/n and interviewers trying to ask him questions. Even fans trying to block Y/n from where he's trying to go.

Y/n lets out a sigh before speed walking past them.

Finally Y/n is able to get inside the office building looking around in the crowded party for Steven.

Once Y/n finally finds Steven he walks straight to him with open arms.

"Steven!" Y/n shouts with the biggest smile on his face before wrapping his arms around Steven pulling him in for a kiss. Donna stares at the couple wide eyed even dropping her drink from surprise.

"I missed you Stevey~" Y/n says against Steven's lips before kissing him once more not giving him time to react. Y/n pulls away and kisses Steven's head. "Cmon let's go find something to eat. I'm starving" Y/n suggests taking Steven's arm leading him away from his boss. Steven head turns to Donna's direction and a smirk crawls onto his lips as he sees many of his co-workers behind Donna staring at them.

As the two enjoy the party Donna alongside Steven's co-workers were beyond shocked as the "Nobody." Steven Grant and "The world's hero." Y/n L/n are actually dating. Nevertheless a happy-healthy relationship.

Many took pictures of them as Y/n has his hand on Steven's lower hip guiding and taking him wherever. People tried to get autographs from Y/n, but he just declined gently saying "I'm not H/n right now sorry. I'm just some guy with his boyfriend."

After a while Y/n couldn't shake Donna's eyes off of him, so he finally speaks up to Steven. "Hey, weren't you talking to your boss a while ago?" Y/n asks turning his attention away from the blonde woman to his boyfriend. Steven glances at Donna before looking back at his boyfriend.

"Yeah she was." Steven answers.

"Shes staring at us harder than the others. What did you do Steven." Y/n points out watching Steven's facial expression becomes a bit embarrassed. "W-well I brought you here to make her jealous----"

"Ahh~ So you didn't miss me you actually just wanted to make your boss jealous." Y/n cuts him off with a giggle. "N-no! I didn't just want to use you! I did miss you!" Steven blurts out panicking a little. "I'm just kidding! But what else did she say about me?" Y/n says taking Steven by the hips pulling him in closer.

"She said y'know I wish I could hit that." Steven answers before adding "She didn't believe me when I said we have been dating for a few years." Steven watching Y/n let out a little giggle.

"Oh really huh? How about we show her who's the only person in the world that gets to hit that alright?" Y/n suggests before kissing Steven deeply. Steven quickly kisses back wrapping his arms around Y/n's shoulders.

The two honestly forgot they were at a party as they makeout only focusing on the other. Y/n pulls away, but not too far so his lips are still against Steven's. "Well then, let's go home." Y/n steps away from Steven before taking his hand leading him and himself out of the party.

As soon as they step out paparazzi are already taking pictures. "Ah shit-- forgot about them." Y/n breathes out.

TIMESKIP

Once they reached home Steven makes sure to feed Gus before turning his attention back to his boyfriend. Y/n picks up Steven with ease carrying him to the bed. Y/n sits Steven down on the bed before stripping out of his clothes with Steven doing the same.

After their both naked Y/n climbs into the bed laying Steven down on his back as he towers over him biting and sucking into his neck creating hickeys at the visible spots. Steven whimpers and trembles feeling Y/n bite and nibble into his neck. Steven's hard dick presses up against Y/n's own, so he takes the chance moving his hips up and down rubbing his cock against Y/n's own.

Y/n slowly takes Steven's hand and takes his fingers into his mouth sucking them and coating them with saliva. Y/n moves his tongue around between each finger making sure they're wet enough before pulling away. "Prep yourself while i'll do the same." Y/n says into Steven's ear.

Steven begins to do what he was told moving his fingers down to his hole and uses his middle finger to circle around his hole teasing himself before moving it inside. Steven watches in awe as Y/n jerks himself off. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Y/n watching his every movement.

Steven begins to move his finger in and out faster going at the same pace Y/n is. "You're really getting off to this." Y/n breathes out a tiny moan. Steven could only whimper in the response as he begins to add another finger. Precum begins to leak out of Steven's tip signalling that he's close.

Y/n lets go of his cock and move in front of Steven spreading his legs open wide before slowly taking Steven's hand pulling his fingers out of his hole.

"Wha-- Y-y/n! ohhhHh~ fuc- Fuck I love you so much!" Steven moans out feeling the tip of Y/n's tongue push inside his hole. Y/n holds onto Steven's hips pulling down on his tongue."You're my boyfriend! O-only my boyfriend a-alright~". Steven moans while Y/n begins to lick around Steven's hole moving his tongue deeper and deeper. "Y/n! Y/n mhm~ I-I'm cumming!~" Steven moans out shooting his load all over Y/n's face. White long streaks of cum lands on Y/n's head and face. Steven didn't realize about the mess he created on his partner until Y/n stopped eating him out.

"I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to! I am so--" Steven apologizes, but only gets shunted up by Y/n kissing him. "Okay i'll shut up." "Thank you." Y/n says with a giggle. "Can I ride you?" Steven asks barely over a whisper.

"Sure baby~" Y/n responds back before laying down on the bed with Steven quickly crawling on straddling his hips. Steven could feel Y/n's cock pressed up against him poking him.

Steven takes Y/n's cock in his hand lining it up to his hole before sinking his hips down. Once the tip was inside Steven held onto Y/n's chest to stabilize himself before moving down deeper. Steven takes a deep breath before pushing himself all the way down on Y/n's cock. A loud moan falls from Steven's lips as he tries to get used to Y/n's size. Steven's walls wrap around Y/n's cock perfectly.

Steven begins to roll his hips up and down squirming under Y/n's eyes all over him no doubt making him hard again. Steven begins to ride Y/n's cock faster bouncing up and down. Y/n bites onto his lips silencing the noises he's making. "Fuck Steven!~ You feel so good!" Y/n praises before adding "I won't ever leave you baby. I'm only yours."

Steven could feel Y/n's dick twitch inside him, so naturally he tries to go faster. Bouncing up and down no doubt making the bed and the floor under them shake. At this point Y/n begins to chase his own pleasure thrusting up inside Steven as he rides him hitting his prostate dead on. "I'm close! gah~ Steven!" Y/n warns feeling his cock twitch. Steven was on the verge of cumming again, but he wanted to do it at the same time as Y/n.

Steven held onto Y/n's shoulders bouncing up and down as he pull away from Y/n's cock just to go back down all the way to the base repeating the action over and over again.

"Cumming! Fuck i'm cumming!" Y/n moans out with a few more thrust he cums deep inside Steven painting his insides white. Seconds later Steven cums hard again for the second time landing on Y/n's chest and stomach. White streaks of cum kept going deeper and deeper inside Steven some even leaking out. Steven felt so full eyes even watering as he rode out his orgasm.

The room was filled with heavy breathing as they tried to catch their breath. "M-my hero." Steven breathes out tiredly before his body falling onto Y/n's body head resting on his shoulder with his arms around him falling asleep slowly. Y/n decides to keep his cock inside Steven moving his own arms around him holding him tight.

"Mhm Steven. Your hero is right here baby." Y/n whispers into his ear.

THE END

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[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

"The sad truth is that musicals are the only public art form reviewed mostly by ignoramuses. Books are reviewed by writers, the visual arts by disappointed, if knowledgeable, painters and art students, concert music by composers and would-be composers. Plays, at least in this country, are reviewed by people who don't know de Montherlant from de Ghelderode and couldn't care less, whose knowledge is comprised of what they read in Variety and gossip columns, and who know nothing, of course, about music. Musicals continue to be the only art form, popular or otherwise, that is publicly criticized by illiterates."

Stephen Sondheim has stated that his original ambition was to become a mathematician and that he became a composer largely by chance. A big influence was the fact that famed lyricist Oscar Hammerstein (of Rodgers & Hammerstein) was a neighbor of his when Sondheim was a boy. When he wrote a musical for a school production, he showed it to Hammerstein who told him it was the worst musical he had ever read. However, Hammerstein also told him that nonetheless it showed a lot of latent talent and proceeded to tell him everything that was wrong with it and how to fix it, for which Sondheim was always grateful.

"Oscar Hammerstein had urged me to write from my own sensibility, but at that time I had no sensibility, no take on the world. My voice snuck up on me. I started to develop an attitude in 'Saturday Night,' a laconic lyrical style in 'Gypsy' and a structurally experimental musical one in 'Anyone Can Whistle.' They all came together in full-throated fruition in 'Company.' 'Oh,' I thought at the end of the opening number, 'that's who I am.' From then on I could afford to try anything, because I knew I had a home base that was mine alone and that would inform everything I would write, good and bad."

"Just before he died, he gave me a picture of himself and I asked him to inscribe it, which is sort of odd because he was a surrogate father to me, it's like asking your father to inscribe a picture. And he thought for a minute, and he was clearly a little embarrassed. And then he got a smile on his face, like the cat had just eaten the cream. And he wrote something. And when he left the room, I looked at it. And it said 'For Stevey, my friend and teacher.' That's a measure of Oscar. He wrote a lyric, as a matter of fact, in 'The King and I' -'By your pupils, you are taught.' He was a remarkable fellow."

A musical based on the memoirs of Gypsy Rose Lee was a project of producer David Merrick and actress Ethel Merman. Merrick had read a chapter of Lee's memoirs in Harper's Magazine and approached Lee to obtain the rights. Jerome Robbins was interested, and wanted Leland Hayward as co-producer; Merman also wanted Hayward to produce her next show. Merrick and Hayward approached Arthur Laurents to write the book. As he relates, Laurents initially was not interested until he saw that the story was one of parents living their children's lives. Composers Irving Berlin and Cole Porter declined the project. Finally, Robbins asked Sondheim, who agreed to do it (Sondheim had worked with Robbins and Laurents on the musical "West Side Story"). However, Merman did not want an "unknown" composer, and wanted Jule Styne to write the music. Although Sondheim initially refused to write only the lyrics, he was persuaded by Hammerstein to accept the job.

"Gypsy" opened on Broadway in May of 1959, and is frequently considered one of the crowning achievements of the mid-twentieth century's conventional musical theatre art form, often called the book musical. "Gypsy" has been referred to as the greatest American musical by numerous critics and writers, among them Ben Brantley ("what may be the greatest of all American musicals...") and Frank Rich. The role of Mama Rose was played by Rosalind Russell in the 1962 film version; the closest Merman got to recreating her stage success on the big screen was in the hospital scene in "Airplane!" (1980) (she starts belting out "Everything's Coming Up Roses" and has to be sedated).

Sondheim on the song 'Everything's Coming Up Roses' from "Gypsy": "The difficulty was to find a way to say 'Things are going to be better than ever' without being flatly colloquial on the one hand or fancifully imagistic on the other. I was proud of the solution, and especially so when I picked up the New York Times one morning in 1968 and read the first sentence in the leading editorial: 'Everything is not coming up roses in Vietnam.' I had passed a phrase into the English language." (IMDb/Wikipedia)

Happy Birthday, Stephen Sondheim!

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[astxroiid]

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[dingertdongert]

Chapter 1

You were bored, out of your mind.

Working at the shop counter in a museum should be fun. You've seen Night at the Museum 1 through 3, it's definitely supposed to be fun. Admittedly, there wasn't a security guard position available, not like you could fill that anyway. Plus you did only work during the day, which probably played a role in it. Your new manager Donna, swore there would be someone here to train you, but lo and behold, no one is present.

Hence, the never-ending boredom.

You flicked at the keychains arranged on the tree display in front of you, watching the blues and golds of the charms sway back and forth, clinking together. You only look up when you hear Donna scoff in a disapproving tone as she strides in front of the desk. Straightening up straight away, worried you were somehow already in trouble, you quickly notice her attention was away from you.

Focused on someone speed-walking towards you, keeping his head down, whilst mumbling apologies.

He slid behind the desk, right next to you, hastily shoving his satchel underneath and then standing to attention to Donna.

'Stevey, what was it this time hm? I would be fascinated as to what excuse you have'

'Sorry Donna, my bus came early ag-'

'Oh whatever, I've suddenly stopped caring. You could have at least been on time as a good role model for Y/N' she said, gesturing towards you.

He quickly turned towards you, probably only just realising there was someone else there, and that's when you finally got to get a good look at him.

He's cute. The instant first thought that appeared in your mind. Wavy, dark brown hair that was hastily brushed to the side, thick dark brows, 5 o'clock shadow. Nice tanned skin and chocolate-coloured eyes, with wrinkles on either side, as if he were smi-.

Oh he's smiling. 'Oh god did he say something, cause I definitely didn't hear'

You flushed and gave back a shy smile in return.

'Forgive me for my tardiness, I know Donna won't, I'm Steven, you must be Y/N'. He held out his hand, and you took it, both giving a quick shake. They were large, and rough, definitely not what you expected for a man that works in a gift shop.

As Donna continued to berate him, you went back to observing him as you tried to persuade yourself, out of innocent curiosity. You were in reality just checking him out. A patterned button-up and grey jacket covered his upper half. You still could see that he obviously kept in shape outside of the gift shop, with how the jacket occasionally strained on his arms and over the shoulders before he'd adjust it. He just had a simple pair of dark, loose jeans on, not loose enough, as you could still tell he had a good butt hidden beneath them.

'Anyway, I'll leave you two to it. I've got better things to do' and she was gone.

An awkward silence fell over your area like a vacuum had formed around you.

'So...' Steven started, looking down and tapping his fingers on the countertop. 'Uh, what exactly have you been shown... if anything?'

'Well, uh, nothing... Sorry' You answer.

'Not your fault is it... where to start' He murmured, rubbing his hands on his trouser legs and looking around aimlessly. 'I guess, labelling?'

'Sure' you shrugged.

'So, you uh, use this gun thing. Pew pew heh heh' he chuckled nervously, vaguely pointing it at you. You giggled shyly as he looked down. 'God sorry, um anyway, you can see down here our amorphous box of treats. Let's see here-' he pulled out a small, porcelain figure of a man with a jackal head. 'Do you know who this is?' He asks, wiggling him at you.

'A-Anubis right?' You say, doubting yourself for second with the sudden question.

'Yes, well done. He's known as the lord of the dead, and he cares for the dead. Eventually, he took up the role of the 'conductor of souls'. The Egyptian people would credit him with the creation of embalming, saying he did it on Osiris' corpse. Though, Osiris would go on to replace him in the underworld, which is how he became the conductor of souls. When you die, he would weigh your heart, to see how much of a balanced and good person you were, and if you could make it into the field of reeds. That's their version of heaven ya know?'

He continued to ramble on, as you surprisingly listened intently. You never found this kind of thing interesting before, but there's something about listening to him, and his obvious passion, you couldn't help it.

'Oh god sorry... I didn't even explain how to do it... I just talked, how about you choose something'

You walked over to the container, fished around and pulled out a woman with what looked like a kind of basket on her head.

'Ooo, that's a rare one, I bet you won't know who she is'. You shook your head, not afraid to admit when you've been bested. 'She's Nephthys, goddess of the air. She helped with Osiris being brought back to life, so you'll see her on coffins and all that sort all the time, supposed to be a 'Protector of the dead'. Sometimes she's shown as a hawk or a mourning woman'. You again nodded, turning the decoration in your hand to inspect it. 'Anyway, there's this barcode sheet here'. Steven handed it to you, 'Scan the barcode next to the product name, so this would be Nephthys figure'. He pointed for you, and you pointed the gun in turn, which gave out a quick beep. The price label printed out of a small sticker printer on top of the counter. You ripped it off and stuck it on the base of the figurine. 'Nice work'

'It's not hard, really' you shrugged. Another awkward silence. Both of you stood there, looking anywhere but at each other. Your attention focused on the container of figurines, 'So... which one of these is Osiris?'

Steven immediately perked up and quickly pulled out the corresponding figure. He started to spew every single thing he knew about him, as you pulled out each Osiris figure one by one, scanning and labelling them. Eventually, you plucked the one he was holding from his hand and did the same.

This went on for the rest of your shift, you asking about each figurine to find out who it was, and labelling them all. It definitely wasn't an excuse to indulge in Steven's interests and have him talk to you with such enthusiasm. Nothing to do with that whatsoever. The time flew by and it was almost the end of both your shifts. 'Do you have any other questions... not Egypt based this time?'

'How do you see the timetable? And how do you access the electronic pay slips? And uh... how does the register work?'

'Oh... yeah those are pretty important. The timetable was your first question, so I'll show you that'. He pulled out his phone and showed you how to input the username and password based on your name and date of birth. He leaned in close enough to you for you to be able to smell him. Not in a weird way, it was just too obvious, and couldn't be avoided. It was woody, a mix of vanilla and a hint of musk. It was really good.

There was the timetable, 'Hey, your next shift is tomorrow, with me. Ain't that neat'. You didn't have the heart to mention that you were the only two full-time gift shop workers. 'I'll see you tomorrow, and be able to show you the more important stuff. I won't go on about the gods too much'.

'Oh no, please go on about the Gods. I like learning'. You say in protest, without thinking. Steven responded with a shy smile and 'I'll keep that in mind, most people find it annoying... Donna thinks I'm trying to worm my way up to being a tour guide, which you know, would be great! But I just really like this stuff'.

'We need someone here who knows what they're talking about. That's how you sell stuff to all the uneducated'. He giggled, 'Yeah you're right'.

The end of the shift came, and he showed you how to do some of the closing routines. Cash out, clean the counter, etc etc.

You walked out together into the dark. 'Oh bugger, I need to catch my bus, but I'll see you tomorrow'. He gave a quick wave before running in the opposite direction you were heading.

You knew this was going to be an interesting new career experience for you. You just hoped you'd be able to connect with him more before your training period was finished. There was no way you could stand every Monday to Friday, 9 till 5 standing in silence and avoiding each other. But then again, you felt like there was something there, yes it was early days, but you couldn't deny there was just something about him, something special. He was interesting and unique, and you were going to find out everything that made him that way, you told yourself. You carried on thinking about him, as you trod your way home.

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[mystey-here]

If Steven is feeling lee you know for a fact Marc is gonna spend the whole day teasing him every second he can just to see how many people he can get to ask Steven why he's blushing/getting giggly

gOD HOLY SHIT YOURE RIGHT

rather than being MERCIFUL and just WRECKING HIM he’s gonna drag this shit OUT! he’s gonna point that shit out too!!!

this ended up being so long LOL

marc: jake do you know what’s wrong with steven?

steven: *intense head shaking and attempts at glaring*

jake: *big bro panic lowkey* what do you mean?

marc: *ignoring steven* hes really red. do you have a fever stevey? are you feeling warm?

steven: n-nope!! i’m fine :) marc everything is good!

jake: *not believing him*

jake: *sternly* steven. :/

steven: *shudders* i-i’m alright, really!

marc: see, now he’s shivering!! are you lying to us about being sick?! :3

steven: no! bloody hell marc, i-it’s not that!

jake: so there IS something?

steven: *gets redder*

marc: *over-exaggerated concerned face* you can tell us if something is wrong :)))

steven, face on absolute fire: my god, it’s not— i just— *buries face in hands*

jake, confused: ? :/

marc, incredibly entertained: :33 what is it, steven??

steven: *groans, puts head down and removes hands from face*

steven: *makes grabby claw hand motions with his head down, ears blushing red*

jake: *kinda getting it, looks at marc*

marc: *smirking at jake, mouths “tickles”*

jake: *huffs in realization, smiling fondly and rolling his eyes*

jake: *deadpan voice but still smirking* i still don’t get it, steven

steven: *groans louder, head still down*

steven: *grabs one of their hands each*

steven: *places one hand on each of his sides*

steven: *makes grabby claw hand motions again*

jake and marc, smirking: *in unison* ooohhhhhhhh!!

jake: quieres cosquillas, ¿sí?

steven: *looks up* ? :\ que?

marc: he asked if you wanted tickles ^~^

steven, blushing bright red: uUGGHHhhh!! *nervous giggles* yehehehes!

jake and marc: *grinning like the cheshire cat*

marc: why didn’t you just say so?! :D

steven: i triehehed yohohou blohoke—AHAH!! *squeals*

jake, pinching his ribs: thats not how we talk to people who are so kindly tickling us to pieces, is it marc?

marc, squeezing his side: no it’s not, jake! maybe we should stop, since this is what he wants?

jake: we could, or we could tickle him until he regrets having asked ^~^

steven: NAHAHAHA!! YOU TWAHAHATS—AHH!! *snort*

marc, giggling: you’re right, jakey! this is way more fun!

jake: *smirking as he makes steven snort again*

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