#could lead to a side of jealous eddie

[thisissirius]

Do you think they're gonna fight?

hmmmmm

it might go something like this

"What is your problem?"

The words ring through the weird echo in Buck's kitchen. Eddie's furious, the lines of his body tense, holding himself apart from Buck.

Which shouldn't be as life-changing as it feels.

"Eddie," Buck says, fingers tight around the counter. "I thought you were out with Tommy."

"I was," Eddie says slowly, and there's confusion in the way he stares at Buck, a little betrayed, a little hurt. "You said you were busy tonight, but then Maddie sent a text. You told her we were going out?"

Fuck.

Buck shrugs, sliding his beer bottle off the counter. "Does it matter?"

"You're lying to your sister, to me, and you're asking if it matters?"

It's not lying. It's preservation. Buck can't—can't do this. "You were having fun, I was having fun," as if, "everything is fine."

Eddie watches him as he crosses the kitchen, cradling the beer bottle in his hands. Buck wants him to leave, to let him have this, whatever it is, in private. "You don't lie to me."

"Yeah well, people change," Buck mutters, because the hurt lances through him. Eddie and Tommy, getting on better, their relationship so effortless when Buck was jealous and angry and, and, and. "Tommy's—"

"I don't care about Tommy right now," Eddie says, coming to stand on the other side of the counter. "I care about you and whatever you have going on! it's not like you, Buck, and you can talk to me, you know you can."

Buck opens his mouth, closes it. "Not this. Not this."

There's definitely hurt in Eddie's expression, but he turns before Buck gets a good look. "Aren't we," Eddie starts, cuts off. His shoulders fall, sag a little. "Alright, Buck. Just—there's nothing you can tell me that I wouldn't—"

"Eddie," Buck whispers. He always thought it would be some furious thing, angry and heavy with emotion. Instead, he feels desperate, knows that if Eddie leaves like this, tension and hurt between them, it won't matter anymore.

"I think I might be bisexual!"

The words fall faster than he can stop them. It settles like lead in his stomach and he takes an involuntary step backwards.

Eddie turns, his eyes widening a fraction, his mouth closing. He stares.

The stretch is long enough that Buck starts to panic, feels something claw at his chest and it's tight, so tight, he definitely need to be somewhere else, anywhere else.

"Why would that," Eddie starts, cutting himself off.

Eddie's not stupid, of course he's not, but Buck hopes, begs, that he thinks it's Tommy, that Buck's like this because—

"Buck," Eddie says.

Shit. "Eddie, I don't—"

"Look at me." Eddie's words are soft, so soft. Buck wants to look up but he can't, he can't. Not if he wants to keep breathing or standing or doing anything that isn't collapsing because this is Eddie and he's, he's, everything.

Feet move into his periphery, fingers curling around his bicep.

"Buck," Eddie says again, this time firmer. "Buddy, look at me."

Like he's moving through mud, chest still tight, body warm, Buck is helpless to do anything but look up. Eddie looks the same way he always does. Buck isn't sure what that means; aren't things supposed to change? To shift beyond comprehension?

"Me?"

The word shouldn't be so life-changing. It's two letters, but it feels like so much more as Buck stares at his best friend. He wants to say yes, wants to run, but whatever Eddie sees in his face must say everything he can't.

"Shit." Eddie's fingers rest against Buck's collar, and he tips his head forward. Their foreheads touch and Buck doesn't know what to say, what to do. "Your timing, man."

Buck swallows. "I didn't know, not really. Not until—"

"Tommy," Eddie says. "Did you think—?"

"It seemed so easy, you and him," Buck starts.

"It is," Eddie agrees, shaking Buck a little. "But that doesn't mean anything against you. How could it? How could anyone come close to you?"

It's—Buck's fingers curl slowly around Eddie's waist, hooking in his jacket. "I'm sorry," he says, "about the lying, about not telling you. I couldn't, I didn't want to ruin anything."

"I know." Eddie sighs, pulling back, but his hand stays on Buck's collarbone, thumb rubbing against the exposed skin. "I'm so proud of you for saying it."

Something loosens in Buck's shoulders. "Thanks."

"But," Eddie says, and the lead is back, molten and hot in Buck's stomach. "I can't—Marisol and Chris," Eddie starts. "I need to speak to them and I can't, I need—"

The words trail off into silence.

Buck stares at Eddie, at the stricken expression, the concern. "I'm not going anywhere."

A smile curves Eddie's face and god, how could Buck have thought he'd be okay with this losing this? With letting Eddie go and being alone?

"It doesn't have to be now," Buck says, finding himself back on familiar ground. "You're the forever kind of guy, Eddie."

Eddie looks gut-punched, and his fingers flex against Buck's collarbone, tugs him forward by his shirt. A kiss brushes against Buck's temple, and Eddie drags him into a hug. "You're something else, Evan."

The hug is warm, tight, and Buck clings to the back of Eddie's jacket. He feels wrung out, worn and used, and he buries his face in Eddie's neck. "I'm sorry."

"Shut up," Eddie says gently. "It's not an easy thing to say."

Buck doesn't ask what about you or why did you come here or you make me so fucking happy.

Eddie doesn't say I don't know or I'll always come for you or you're the forever kind of guy, too.

Eventually, they will.

For now, it's enough.

or something :)

#911 spoilers #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #fic by me

[joshlmbrt]

hi angel, im so excited to read your stories :)

would love to make an angsty Steve x reader request. im forever such a Steve Harrington girl 🥹

an angsty enemies (more like rivals) to lovers. they get roped into the upside down things together, and their mutual love for the kids really brings them together. over the seasons they get closer and closer, silently falling in love. then towards the end, something happens and they all get separated.. and they all think she’s dead? until they’re somehow reunited and realize she’s okay? and Steve’s just a wreck, completely inconsolable thinking that she’s gone. and even more of a mess when he finds out she’s alive?

…or is that stupid… 🥲🥲

Angsty Teens. ( s. harrington x reader )

【𝜗𝜚 warnings; enemies to lovers!!!!, canon compliant, r is dustin’s sibling, r makes a joke about a father leaving during the middle of the night, dustin & erica gets TIRED ( robin enjoys the banter ), they think r is dead, blood, long over-due kissy kiss, sort of changed it a bit - i hope that’s okay! NO ONE DIES! i don’t think there is any use of pronouns, but if there is, let me know!

【𝜗𝜚 an; oh, oh, this is NOT stupid AT ALL!!!! ( no request is ever stupid! ) i was just gonna do 1-3 but then …. i rethought and decided to do all four. i hope you enjoy and this is what you had in mind!!

1983

There’s something about Steve Harrington - Steve ‘King’ Harrington as many people loved to call him - that you hated.

You weren’t for sure what caused this deep hatred. Maybe it was the many girls who he kept wrapped around his finger and he just messed with them, loved to parade it around.

‘Look at me! I have someone, and you don’t!’

Or maybe it was the fact that he used to be your friend and completely ditched you for Thomas Hagan and Carol Michaels.

“Your face is going to get stuck like that.” Eddie notes out loud, a small smirk on his face as he watches your face scrunch up in disgusted as the boy walks past with his goons and the girl of the month.

Nancy Wheeler.

Pretty. Pristine. Good grades. Never in trouble.

Her poor friend Barbra Holland - also known as Barb - was following behind quietly, books tucked close to her chest.

“Shut up,” You grumble to Eddie, slamming the locker door shut. “Hey, Barb!” You wave, giving her a kind smile.

Her head towards yours, waving with a small smile. She continues to follow behind Nancy.

You sigh. “I don’t get why he goes from girl to girl.”

“Well, he seems pretty serious about her.” Eddie shrugs, walking out with you.

“He seemed serious with Vanessa, Tiffany, Erica, Monica, and-”

Eddie clasps a hand over your mouth. You stare at him with wide eyes. “Okay. Okay,” He breathes, removing his hand. “I think I know why you feel this way.”

“What way?” You open the passenger door to Eddie’s van and slips in. He shuts the door for you, jogging to the other side.

He opens the door. “Jealous.”

You sputter on words. “What?! Me? Jealous? You cannot be serious!”

He slips into the car, shutting his door. “You had a small crush on Stevie boy and then - boom - he suddenly gets popular overnight with his big hair and nice polos.”

“Okay, first,” You hold up an index finger. “Gag me with a spoon. Secondly, I am not jealous. I could care less who Steve Harrington dates. He’s just. . . a boy.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You know what I mean. I just hate that he leads everyone one, making them think he cares for them, then - bam - he’s gone like a father who leaves in the middle of the night.”

He purses his lips and squints his eyes at you. “I feel like you just related Steve to your father.”

“I did.”

He hums, nodding and turning in his seat. “Alrighty, then.”

ও

NOVEMBER 24TH 1983

There’s a knocking on the door that causes you to flinch and Nancy turn quickly, high on alert.

You’d never guess you’d be fighting faceless monsters with your brother and his small friends, plus Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers.

“You don’t think they knock, do you?” You breathe out, a bead of sweat dripping down your temple.

“Jonathan! It’s me, Steve! I just- I’m not looking to cause any trouble, I just wanted-” Nancy is marching towards the door, opening it only a crack. His bruised face is confused when he sees the girl. “Nance? What-what are you doing here?”

“You need to leave.” Is all she says.

His eyes dart over her face, shaking his head. “What are you doing here? What happened to your hand?” His eyes peek over her head and you gulp once they land on your face. “What’s she doing here? What’s going on?”

He pushes his way in, stumbling a bit. He stands straighter, eyes moving over all the lights in the home.

“What is all this? What’s-”

“Steve,” Nancy says, catching his attention. He looks over at her, holding his hands up quickly.

You quickly step in front of Steve without thinking. “Nancy, what are you-” She cuts you off.

“You need to leave. And now.”

“Nancy.”

“I don’t understand what is going on! You all are acting craz-"

“Nancy!” Jonathan finally catches the attention of you all, he places his finger on his lips. “Listen.” He whispers.

Everyone goes silent, eyes lifting towards the roof.

“This is crazy. . .” Steve whispers to himself. “This is crazy! This is crazy!”

He rushes towards phone, picking it up. Nancy yanks it from his hold, slamming it back down. “Leave. Now. While you have the chance.”

And of course, Steve leaves, the door slamming behind him.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head.

The lights cut off, before flickering. You freeze, eyes darting around.

“Nancy!” You call out. “I can’t see anything! What’s-�� A scream leaves your lips, your legs getting lifting from the ground, the blood flowing down to your head quickly.

“Oh, my god! Oh, no! Please! I don’t want to die!” You didn’t feel like you were going to die, but. . . with these things? You never know.

Your dropped onto your back, your breath being knocked from your lungs. A hand grips your shoulder pulling you up.

“Come on!” A voice eerily similar to Steve yells out. You check over your shoulder, before heat suddenly licks up your body.

You flinch back from the fire, staring down at the flames.

“Do you think it’s dead?” Nancy whispers. Jonathan steps forward, her hand shooting out quickly to grab at his arm.

“I’m just checking.” He says. She nods hesitantly, dropping her hand. He kneels down in front of the trap, watching it bubble.

“I think it’s dead.”

ও

Dustin’s head was laid over on left your shoulder, Lucas’ head occupied your right shoulder. Your arms were fuzzy but you weren’t going to complain.

Happy Will was alright and all the kids were fine. . . besides the poor girl who had grown on you.

Jonathan steps into the room, a small smile on his face. “Guys,” Mike was the only one away, slapping at Dustin’s arm. “Will’s awake.”

Mike stands from the seat, slapping both their shoulders now. You laugh softly, shaking your head as both of them startle awake.

“Come on! Will’s awake!” Mike cheers. Dustin grins, shooting up from his seat, Lucas following behind him down the hall to his room.

You’d go visit him later, allowing the boys to have their own time.

You stand from the seat, yawning as you walk towards the water machine, grabbing a small paper cup and filling it.

“Uh,” There’s a throat clearing behind you and you turn around. Steve Harrington. “Thanks for. . . not letting Nancy shoot me.”

“That’s only because I want to,” You shrug. “Not to help you.”

Lies. It’s still in your nature to care for your old friends and it’s tiring. Especially when they wouldn’t do the same for you.

Except, Steve had taken care of you. Made sure you weren’t eaten.

His lip quirks at the corner and he nods. “Right.”

You nod, lifting the cup to your lips, chugging it all. He nods a bit again, turning and making his way towards the door.

“Uh,” You wipe the corner of your lip off. You watch as he stops and turns towards you. “Thanks, too. I guess. For, uh, saving me?”

He nods and smiles a bit. “Anytime.”

ও

1984

You curse yourself for feeling bad for Steve as he watches Nancy stand next to Jonathan, her hand placed on his head.

He steps towards the back door, sitting down on the small step. You sigh a bit, looking out the window above the sink.

“Go talk to him,” There’s a nudge at your side. You turn and look at Dustin. “You know you want too.” He grins.

“Oh, shut up. I don’t want too,” You grumble, turning away and resting your back on the counter. “Why did you even get Steve in the first place?”

He squints his eyes at you. “You were on a date.”

“So? Couldn’t you have called someone else?”

“He was just there,” He says. “Literally.”

You let out a sigh, looking at your chipped polish. “I come home to you and Steve chopping up cubes of steak. It was weird.”

He rolls his eyes. “Go. He’s. . . he needs a friend.”

“You both are friends now,” You lift a brow at him. “Why can’t you go talk to him?”

“Because you know him better than me,” He shrugs. “Than anyone really. Weren’t you both best friends?”

“Key word: were. We aren’t anymore.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you know him better than anyone.”

You frown - because Dustin is right. The little brother who you had taught to be nice to everyone, kill them wiyh kindness even, was giving you the same talk you’d give to him if it was between him and one of his friends.

You sigh and push yourself off the counter. “Fine. But don’t think I’m going to listen to you all the time just because I do this one time.”

He grins cheekily at you, despite all that has happened tonight, and makes his way towards the table and sits down.

You inhale deeply before exhaling, stepping outside now. You shut the door, stepping next to Steve and placing yourself next to him.

You stay quiet, eyes staring at the small building in the back.

“You didn’t have to come out here, you know?”

Your head reels back at the bite in his tone, a frown on your face as you turn to look at him.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

You rub your lips together, wanting to keep everything in.

“Just because your girlfriend doesn’t care about you anymore, doesn’t mean you can just snap at other people. It’s not an excuse,” You snap back. It was a low blow, really. Especially after learning what actually happened at the Halloween party. You stand from your seat.

“You are not going to speak to me that way. I won’t allow it. I came out here to see if you were okay, but. . . I can see that was clearly a mistake. Maybe that’s why she doesn’t love you anymore.”

Your cheeks are flushed red with anger and you walk past him, your dress hitting your thighs as you make your way towards the back door. He calls out your name, but you don’t stop and listen to him.

You shut the door.

ও

1985

Your head slams into the metal wall, a groan leaving your lips. “Booby trap.” You whisper to yourself.

“What?” Dustin murmured.

You stand slowly from the floor. Dustin stands next to you. “The canisters that Steve pulled out was a booby trap,” You narrow your eyes on him. “Why would you do that?!” You throw your arms up.

“Do you think I meant for us to get stuck down here?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “I wouldn’t be surprised. Because you never think!”

“Like I wanted to get stuck on an elevator with you!”

“Oh yeah?” Your brows furrow. “I had a date after this and now I won’t be able to go! Because of you pulling out that stupid canister! I mean, really?! Who pulls something out of a box that comes from Russians?!”

Erica leans towards Dustin. “Oh, they hate each other.” She whispers.

Dustin shakes his head, Robin does as well. “No, they don’t.”

“It’s the angsty teen, enemies to lovers plot.” Robin whispers, fingers giddily fiddling together. Erica furrows her brows. Robin cuts her eyes over to the confused girl. She then quickly looks back. “You’ll understand when you read Pride and Prejudice.”

“Pride and what?”

“Prejudice. It’s a-" Robin looks at Erica who has a brow lifted. She stops, lips rubbing together. “I don’t have time to describe it.”

Erica hums, turning towards you and Steve once again. “You know what,” You grumble. “I’m through with arguing with you! You never change!” You throw your arms up, stepping towards the center of the room.

“Dustin,” You say his name. He’s standing next to you in an instant. “Help me up there. I’m going to see if we can climb our way out of this. . . this literal hell. Especially if it has him in it.” He nods and pulls a chair over. You step on top of it, reaching up and pushing the tile up and over. You grip the sides, grunting as you pull yourself up.

You slide back before standing up, pushing your hair back as you stare up, hands on your hips.

You sigh and close your eyes.

You’re all stuck there.

ও

Your forehead is resting on your knees, eyes closed as you rest on top of the elevator.

It had been quiet the whole time, Dustin trying to get ahold of anyone. But of course, no one was answering.

You almost cry at the feeling of being stuck.

You feel someone’s knee bump into yours, and you know who it is before they even speak.

“Are you, uh, okay?”

You huff out a small laugh. “Oh, yeah,” You nod, lifting up your head. “Perfect. I love being stuck in an elevator with no way out.”

He looks down, fingers intertwining together. “It is my fault. I’m sorry.”

You sigh a bit, shaking your head. “It’s not your fault,” It pains you to say it, but it’s right. It’s not his fault that he pulled out a canister filled with mystery green goop. “We just know now that Russians can’t build elevators now.”

He snorts. “That’s exactly what I said.” You smile a bit.

“I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean what I said,” You let out a sigh. “I was just. . . angry.”

He nods a bit. “I understand,” He pushes a hand through his hair. “I promise to listen to you next time.”

You lift a brow. “Oh, that’s going to be so hard for you, Harrington.”

He nods and scoffs. “Definitely.” You give him a small smile.

Your heart feels a bit warm at the interaction.

ও

1986.

“Steve!” Dustin cries out, his knees digging into the unnatural ground. “She’s. . . She’s not waking up!”

Steve drops the bags, Nancy almost stumbling over the thing before coming to a stop. He jogs over, dropping to his knees.

The color had drained slightly causing Steve to worry. “Okay, move.” He pushes at Dustin’s hands. Dustin looks up at him with a worried express, tears falling down his cheeks and onto your shirt.

“What are you going to do?”

“CPR.” He nods, his hands moving onto your chest.

“You-you know how to do CPR?” Dustin’s voice wavers. Steve nods, huffing as he mutters numbers. He leans down over your mouth.

He lifts back up, pumping once again. After four times, tilts your head back, unhinging your jaw more. His lips press to yours, blowing into your mouth.

Dustin’s eyes dart between you both, eyes wide with worry. Robin, Nancy, and Eddie stand behind him watching.

There’s a deep greedy inhale that has Steve pulling back, allowing you to breath in the air. He pulls you up, hand pushing back your hair.

“Hey, hey. . . God,” He mutters to himself. His hand trails down your back. “Thank God you’re okay.”

Dustin throws his arms around your neck. You wrap an arm around his side, patting his back. “Steve saved you.”

“What?” You pull back.

“I didn’t.” Steve quickly denies, shaking his head.

“What are you talking about?” Eddie shakes his head. “You absolutely did.”

“No, I-”

“Could everyone give Steve and I a minute please?”

Everyone’s eyes dart to you. “You’re not gonna kill him are you? We just literally survived this whole thing.” Eddie shakes his head.

“No, I’m not. Now please, give me a minute alone with Steve.” They nod, making their way towards the trailer.

“Look, I’m sorry about mouth to mouth. I had too, you were-"

“Steve,” You cut him off. “It’s fine. I’m not mad.”

“You’re not?”

“Why would I be mad about you saving me?”

“Because you. . . hate me?”

You let out a small sigh, shaking your head. “I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t?”

“I did,” You say. “But not anymore.”

He smiles a bit, pushing some of the strands of hair that had fallen back to your face. “I’m glad.”

You stare up at him quietly, moving to your knees in front of him. He gulps slightly.

You press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, hands moving up to cup his face. “Thanks for saving me.”

His own hands press to yours on his cheeks. “Anytime.”

You grin and lean in again, pressing your lips fully to his this time. He gladly allows you.

Robin grins as she peeks through the window with Dustin.

She leans closer. “Told you.” She whispers.

Dustin makes a face and looks over at her. “Told me what?”

“Pride and Prejudice, my tiny friend.”

【𝜗𝜚 thank you for reading! comments, feedback, likes, & reblogs are encouraged, welcomed, & deeply appreciated!ও

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[eddiesghxst]

PRICE OF FAME (PART 5/12)

HEHEHE THIS ONES PACKED W LOTS OF... STUFF, ENJOYYYY!!!

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18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader

summary: eddie doesn't think he hates you anymore and you can't figure out eddie's game

contains: enemies to lovers trope, smoking, drug and alcohol use, sexual themes, masturbation (f), maybe a little kith (hehe), flirting, and eddie being a jealous boy <3

word count: 6.5k

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The four-day break seems to go by in the blink of an eye, and before you know it, it’s show day again.

As always, everybody is busy and filled with pre-show jitters. Although Eddie and Gareth have yet to speak with one another and resolve their dispute, breakfast is not as tense as last time, and you assume the time away from each other has aided in that realm. But then again, you have an inkling that Eddie is only putting up a nice front for Wayne since it’s his last day in New York.

Eddie is stiff and rigid throughout the morning, taught as a guitar string and vividly battling something he has yet to announce. He’s quiet at breakfast and only speaks when directly addressed, and he doesn’t taunt any back and forth that could transpire between him and Gareth. Jeff’s girlfriend joins the table for the first time, and you sit beside her. 

Naomi is kind and bubbly with tight, curly brown strands that smell of honey and lime whenever she brushes past you. She’s from a small town in Georgia, where she spent most of her life before going off to college and getting a bachelor's in fine arts. She tells you about her most recent projects and showcases and even invites you to attend if you’re ever in town, and you take her number to keep in contact.

Jeff has radiant energy throughout the meal, and you think he and Naomi make a fine couple with how they seem to complete each other.

After breakfast, you make a few calls for work and fill in Anna on your progress. She informs you that they’re working on setting a date for Corroded Coffin’s photoshoot for the magazine and should be in contact with Richie sometime soon. When Anna asks how the trip has been so far, you lie and tell her it’s been seamless and fun. 

You never told Anna about Eddie hating your guts, and you don’t even debate telling her that you’ve somehow stirred the pot between two of the band members or that you kissed the lead singer.

You’re still having a hard time convincing yourself that it was even real.

For a moment, when you woke up this morning, you thought you’d dreamt of kissing Eddie, but no dream ever feels as vivid as that.

You could feel the warmth radiating from Eddie’s body, the coolness of his rings stinging your cheeks when he placed his hands over your jaw to pull you in. The taste and smell of weed mixed in with the worn-down scent of his cologne from the day. And the kiss was so quick, and you were so sleepy you barely had enough time to memorize what his lips felt like or how the feeling of his warm breath against your upper lip sent shivers down your spine.

It left you in a daze for most of the day. Every time you remembered what had happened, your heart raced and the back of your neck heated— and you wanted to ask Eddie what the fuck that was about, but Eddie was nowhere to be found.

After breakfast, Eddie practically falls off the face of the earth. Nobody hears from or sees Eddie, and he doesn’t even show up for rehearsals, which is when Richie becomes suspicious.

“Has anybody fuckin’ seen Eddie, for the love of god?” Richie exclaims. Off to the side, the bass player plucks a deep tune in boredom. Standing center stage, Jeff looks at Richie and shakes his head before glancing at the other two members. Gareth sits behind his drum set, twirling the thick drumsticks between the knuckles of his fingers, lower jaw promptly working a piece of gum as he shrugs. His eye looks better, you note.

And that’s another thing. Gareth has been avoiding you like the plague. You didn’t talk to him much before, but now it’s as if you don’t even exist, and fuck is it making your job more complicated than it already is. How are you supposed to write about Corroded Coffin when half of the said band hates your guts?

Wayne had been spending the day at the hotel, preparing to fly back tomorrow morning, so you doubt he knows where his nephew went. Richie asked an assistant to check if Eddie was being a hermit in his room, but to nobody’s surprise, Eddie wasn’t there either.

By the time 8 o’clock rolls around, the doors to the venue have opened for fans to flood in, and Eddie is still yet to show up. You stand in front of the barricade, a perfect and obstructed view of the stage where you can see everything, including the hustle backstage. 

Wayne has opted for a seat next to the sound booth in the crowd, claiming he’d rather not spend the next few hours standing on his feet, “When you’re older, you’ll understand.” He claimed.

You enjoy the opening act, bopping along and singing to the lyrics you know, and before you know it, the band is leaving, and the clock for Corroded Coffin’s appearance is ticking— still, no word from Eddie.

You’re busy watching the stage crew set up Corroded Coffin’s display when a familiar face approaches you. “How’s the article coming along?”

James, one of the three tour photographers for Corroded Coffin. You sat next to James on day five of breakfast. James is kind, and with your little snippets of conversation, you’ve come to peg him as not exactly what you’d expect. 

James’ skin is littered with tattoos, sleeves up both arms with intricate ink slithering up his neck. You’d ask him how many tattoos he has in total, and he’d confessed that he lost count a long time ago and has now resulted in just throwing out a random number when people ask, to which you laughed.

He has jet-black curly hair that you’ve only seen at breakfast because he likes to slick it back most days, and he has piercings in each ear and one on his right eyebrow. 

He’s a character, James. Intimidating from the outside, but nothing but soft, fluffy teddy bear warmth on the inside. 

“It’s… well, it’s going. I’ve still got a bit of work to do, but so far, so good.” You nod. James smiles and nods, “I’m excited to see the final product. I won’t lie, after we spoke at breakfast, I did a little digging,” he responds. You raise your eyebrows in interest, “Digging?”

“Yeah, you know, looked at some of your past work and whatnot— which, by the way, the piece on the Cocteau Twins was insane,” He exclaims. Your eyes widen, “Really? Not many people talk about that one; I didn’t think it got around.” You laugh.

James tells you about his favorite pieces of yours he read, and he asks questions about each one of them. What your favorite interview was, who were you most excited to write about, and which of your works is your favorite piece so far.

You eventually end up talking about James and his current projects aside from the tour. He tells you about the new exhibit he’s partnering with in downtown LA. It’s an immersive piece, something new in the art world where the audience, for the first time, will get to experience art in a more tangible way. It’s more interactive and fulfilling for those who struggle to grasp the full context behind the art, and James seems more than excited about it when he tells you to stop by if you have the time.

However, before you can respond, the lights in the venue dim, and the crowd roars. 

This has always been your favorite part of a show, that moment when the lights cut off and the arena comes to life with a shared excitement. It’s exhilarating and pulls you to the edge of your seat, no matter how often you’ve seen it.

Through the smoke-filled venue and the dark atmosphere, you can see each of the boys file out onto the stage, Gareth spinning his drumsticks between his knuckles as he steps onto the drum riser while the other two grab their instruments. Three members are on stage, and you remember that Eddie has been missing in action for the entire day.

The crowd grows louder when they see the shadows of the boys on stage, screaming their names and chanting in anticipation. And as he shreds the first chords to the opening song, you worry that Eddie really might’ve skipped out on tonight’s show.

You’re happily mistaken, however, because soon you see another figure step out, and the crowd goes deafeningly loud.

Beside you, James smiles and shakes his head, “Shit never gets old,” he yells over the screams.

And your heart is racing for some reason as you watch the tall figure walk in the darkness, curly mane of hair akin to a halo as he steps up to the mic, electric guitar strapped across his body.

He leans into the mic and says a few words, words you don’t even hear due to how loud the crowd is, but you feel the gruffness and bass of his voice booming through the speakers, and you nearly mistake it for your heartbeat.

Because when the song finally starts and the stage lights go up, you’re at a loss for words.

Eddie is gorgeous, undeniably so; he always has been, and you never thought he wasn’t. The only thing that got in the way of Eddie’s beauty was his shitty attitude towards you. But this… the way Eddie looks tonight— you’re a speechless and wavering mess of mixed feelings.

Tonight, Eddie is beautiful.

His hair is down as usual, curly and healthy strands sitting pretty atop his shoulders, and he’s opted to play the show in nothing but leather pants and his usual boots.

His upper body is on full display, broad shoulders, and muscles flexing with each strum of his guitar, back muscles working overtime as he trashes along to the music. He’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat, tattoo-covered skin glistening beneath the lights, and you want nothing more than to run your hands down his chest and watch the way it smudges beneath your fingertips.

When the second song finishes, Eddie’s chest is heaving as he pauses and looks out into the crowd, scanning the rows with a lopsided, smug grin.

You can hear faint pants leaving his lips as he leans into the mic, jewelry-wrapped fingers hugging the fret of his guitar. He gazes in silence for a moment, listening to the cheers of the crowd that pull the corners of his mouth into a wider grin. And you don’t even notice the rest of the band on stage because all you see and hear is Eddie.

You hold your breath when his eyes find yours, and your knees nearly buckle at the sight of his dark eyes shining beneath smudged, black eyeliner. 

“Fuck,” he breathes with a smile, softly laughing when the crowd screams at his voice, “Do you look good tonight, New York.”

And he’s saying this and looking at you.

He is staring at you like he can see through to your soul, and it makes your head dizzy with a whirlwind of emotions and greedy wishes.

You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until Eddie finally looks away from you and into the crowd, “Are you ready to have a good time, New York?”

Eddie has never, in all his years of living, played as well as he did tonight.

He’s not sure what exactly caused this; maybe the fact that Wayne is in the crowd tonight, or perhaps because he’s still pissed with Gareth, or maybe because he can’t stop thinking about kissing you, or probably because he hates the way you and James won’t stop fucking talking to each other.

Eddie doesn’t know why it pisses him off to see you laughing and enjoying the company of James, but it does. It ticks him off to no end, and he can’t help the feeling that brews in his chest when you lean forward to hear James over the music or when James innocently squeezes your bicep to get your attention before he says something.

By the middle of the show, Eddie has had enough. He’s four shots of tequila in, and he’s feeling bold with the crowd's energy, so when his infamous guitar solo in one of the songs comes, he doesn’t stand center stage as usual.

No, Eddie makes sure to walk over and stand right in front of where you and James stand and play his solo like it’s the last time he'll ever play.

It’s a sinful view, and the crowd goes wild, the big screens zooming in on his skilled fingers dancing across the frets, the flexing of his wet torso, the flutter of his lashes when he closes his eyes and tosses his head back. His lips are slick and parted in ecstasy from the adrenaline high. 

And Eddie can feel your eyes on him. Can feel the heat of your gaze burning through every inch of his body, rolling over every movement he makes and taking him in like he’s a prized possession in a museum. He thrives off of it, and he plays harder.

When his solo ends, Eddie doesn’t bother looking at the crowd or James or his band; no, Eddie only looks at you, making sure you understand what he’s trying to say through his eyes. And for a moment, Eddie wishes James would turn the camera away from him and capture your beauty instead— because you look like an angel under red lights.

Eddie has only allowed himself small moments to appreciate the sight of you, but now, he is greedy with the upper hand he has. He takes in every piece of you; your hair, your eyes, your lips, the delicate necklace kissing the skin of your collarbones— and Eddie wants to run his tongue up the side of your neck and hear you whimper for him. Wants to dig his teeth into your skin until you keen and whine and beg him for more more more. 

The skirt you’re wearing, god, it’s fucking short, and Eddie imagines the way your skin would feel beneath his fingers, pressing into the fat of your thighs and marveling when the skin gives way to the pressure. Hot and messy fingerprints all around your hips and ribs. Teeth bearing marks across your stomach and chest. Eddie is dizzy with lust and need, and he feels like a fucking animal writhing and waiting to pounce.

Greedy, greedy, greedy.

He wants it all.

The rest of the show goes back and forth like that. Eddie catches glimpses of you and James talking and takes it upon himself to direct your attention back to the stage— back to him. Near the end, James finally focuses on his fucking job and busies himself with taking pictures instead of flirting with you, and Eddie walks off the stage feeling satisfied.

The band does their meet and greet backstage and signs a few autographs before they can do their usual post-show rituals: drinking, playing games, and making plans to go out.

Despite his love for post-show rituals, Eddie wants nothing to do with it tonight because he can only focus on you. 

You’re standing with James and a stage crew member, talking about something Eddie could care less about, given how he cuts into the conversation, “Can we talk?”

Your eyes are wide and bright when you turn to him, shocked by Eddie’s ability to even acknowledge you, and Eddie thinks about last night and how your lips felt against his. “Um… talk?”

Eddie’s still high on post-show energy, and he doesn’t like that James is standing so close to you, so he takes a leap of faith and wraps a hand around your wrist, gently tugging with a short nod, not even waiting for an answer before he turns and drags you out of the green room. 

He doesn’t know at what point his fingers traveled down your wrist to slip between your warm and gentle fingers, but he becomes hyper-aware of it as soon as you both step out into the hallway, the slam of the door echoing behind you, “Eddie, where are you taking me?”

Eddie glances back at you, fingers subconsciously squeezing yours, “Dressing room. I wanna do the interview.” He answers.

You halt at his response, heels digging into the cement floor and tugging Eddie back, “What?”

The heat of your palm is burning through Eddie’s skin, and he’s not sure if he’ll be able to stop himself from what he wants to do if he continues touching you, so he lets go. “The interview.”

You shake your head and squeeze your eyes, “No, I heard you, but… I mean,” you pause, “why? And why now? This can’t wait until—“

“Look, if you don’t want to do it now, that’s fine, but I’m not doing it any other time.” He doesn’t wait for an answer before turning around and continuing to walk towards his dressing room.

You silently watch for a moment, clearly confused by the sudden change of heart, but you nod either way and follow after him.

Eddie hardly pays any mind to you when you walk in behind him, busying himself with walking over to the bar cart and pouring himself a glass of the first bottle he sees. Glancing over his shoulder, Eddie notices you awkwardly standing near the door and snickers. “You can take a seat, sweetheart; I didn’t bring you here to, like… chew you out or something.” He jokes.

He makes you a glass despite not asking, and when he turns around, you’re now seated on the light brown couch in the middle of the room, hands fiddling in your lap as you silently wait for Eddie.

He sits on the opposite side of the couch and places the second glass on the coffee table, wordlessly nudging it toward you before leaning back in the seat and taking a long sip.

“Where’s your cute little journal?”

You’re confused.

You don’t understand the game Eddie is playing, and it’s driving you insane the longer you look at him, leaned back against the plush couch, smug smirk kissing the rim of his glass as he takes a slow sip, brown, hazy eyes glazing over your nervous figure. The sheer button-down top he now wears is fully unbuttoned to reveal his sweat-glistening torso, leather pants hug his thighs, snug and tauntingly, the button popped open and zipper pulled down to show the sinful sight of a trail of hair that leads to places you’ve been trying so desperately not to imagine. You don’t mean to stare, and you catch yourself when he shifts his hips upward to get more comfortable, the sight of his lower stomach flexing and tattoos coming alive on his skin sending shivers up your spine.

You clear your throat and turn to grab your journal out of your bag. You haven’t had the time to buy a new journal after you ruined the binds by tearing out those pages for Eddie, so you must handle the remaining structure carefully.

You take a deep breath and flip to a clean page, clicking your pen once before glancing at Eddie, “Okay, I guess we’ll… start.”

Eddie smirks, and you want nothing more than to wipe it away.

You open your mouth to ask your first question, but Eddie cuts you off, “I have a proposition,” he begins.

You look at Eddie, blinking once and thinking over if you want to indulge in whatever trick this is. You relent, “Okay?”

Eddie smiles triumphantly and leans forward to put his glass on the table, yours still untouched. He grabs the pack of cigarettes lying to the side, picking a single stick and grabbing the lighter before leaning back onto the couch, lighting the cigarette before shifting to face you. He drapes an arm across the back of the sofa, blowing out a cloud of smoke before speaking, “I get to ask you questions as well. Like a trade-off, for each question you ask, I also get to ask one.”

And it’s not as bad as you’d thought, really. Knowing Eddie, you had expected him to propose a game involving stripping or drinking of some sort, and you had prepared to immediately shut him down— but this, you can settle for this.

So, you shrug, “Okay. We can do that.”

Eddie hums in delight, taking another drag of the burning stick and nodding for you to begin.

“Okay,” you sigh, shifting to get more comfortable. In the distance, you can hear the chaos of backstage rituals happening, and you fight through the noise to focus. “We’ll start light. What made you choose music?”

Eddie twiddles the cigarette between his fingers, silently thinking, “I don’t know. I grew up with music, never went a day without it, so, in a way, I guess you could say music chose me.” He responds.

You nod, “What are some of your first memories with music?”

Eddie smiles and gazes up at the ceiling, and you watch as he seems to wander down a road of memories. “When I was younger,” he begins, “before my mom died, I remember waking up and going to the kitchen to watch her cook breakfast,” he pauses as if trying to see through the fog of time to explain it clearly.

“And she had this small green radio that sat on the window sill, and she would play all of her tapes; The Mamas and Papas, Jefferson Airplane, Sam and Dave— you know… hippie shit.” He says. “I knew Surrealistic Pillow like the back of my hand by the time I could talk, I swear.” He jokes, smiling when you softly laugh. He looks at you, a glint flashing in his eyes, and you can tell the memory brings him a joy he misses. 

And you find yourself thinking back to a few days ago, when you were walking beside Wayne with Richie and Eddie a few paces back. You remember what Wayne had told you then; you remember the tone in his voice and the careful thought he’d used behind each sentence.

“Give him time,” Wayne softly says. You glance over your shoulder and catch a glimpse of Eddie and Richie sharing a cigarette. You turn back to Wayne when he adds, “You’re a nice girl, and Eddie… Eddie doesn’t know what to do with nice.”

You dig your teeth into the inside of your cheek, chest tightening at the pained gaze in his eyes when he speaks, “He hasn’t had much of that in his life.”

“I know you don’t owe it to him, but just give him some time… he’ll come around.”

Eddie glances at your empty page before gazing back into your eyes, “You gonna write something down? I’m not repeating any of this, just so you know.”

You nod, snapping out of your daze to begin writing. Eddie patiently waits as you jot down your thoughts and conversation, burning through his cigarette and watching your every move.

You look back at him when you finish, and fight the urge to shy away when you realize he hasn’t looked away from you this entire time. “Um, okay, tell me about—” “I believe I get to ask two questions now.” Eddie cuts in with a smirk.

“Oh,” you pause, “Yeah, okay. Go ahead.”

Eddie ashes his cigarette and grabs his drink again, “When did you start writing?”

And Eddie keeps surprising you. For some reason, you thought Eddie would ask something dumb, inappropriate, or condescending— nothing of this matter. You didn’t think Eddie was interested in actually learning something about you.

You sigh as you think, “Well, the first time I ever wrote for myself was around middle school; I had a diary.” You respond, and Eddie’s eyebrows raise in interest, “It was lilac with a gold lock on the pages, and I carried the key around on my necklace because I was so afraid someone would get ahold of it.” You shake your head as Eddie laughs.

“Now, what in god’s name was little middle school Birdie writing about in her secret diary?” Eddie pries.

You scoff, “Like I’d ever tell you that.” You roll your eyes, and Eddie makes a sound of protest, “Come on, it can’t be that bad.” He pokes. You raise an eyebrow and glance at Eddie, “You’d be surprised by what goes through the mind of a twelve-year-old girl on the precipice of puberty. I’m taking those pages to the grave.”

Eddie laughs loudly at that, head tossing back with the action. You find it beautiful, the way his neck stretches and his skin molds against his bones— kissable and enticing.

“Okay, well, aside from your secretive diary. What made you choose this,” Eddie nods towards the journal in your lap.

You hum and purse your lips in thought, “I’ve always loved writing. I loved reading too, still do, and I tried writing fiction, but there’s something about writing people’s stories that just… feels good.” You respond.

“I know how easy it is to become misunderstood in this industry, so I want to hear the truth and help the audience see things from a clearer perspective. I want to help create an understanding if that makes sense.”

Eddie nods, eyes soft and smiling within his gaze. “That’s neat.” He comments, and you smile.

He sips his drink before speaking, “So, how did you end up writing for Rolling Stone Magazine?”

You laugh, “A shit ton of groveling, I’ll tell you that.”

You reach forward and pick up your drink for the first time, taking a sip before speaking, “I’d been trying to get an interview for the longest time, and then I finally just gave up for a while, but then my friend saw an opening a few months later and sent in one of my writings and… I guess they liked it enough to hire me,” You shrug.

“But,” you hold up a finger, “I spent a good year just running errands and shit for the managers; it was awful,” you admit. “So, how’d you end up with the big guys?” Eddie asks.

“Well, I wrote a hell of a paper and blew their fuckin’ minds.” You jokingly say, smirking over the rim of your glass as you take a sip. Eddie softly laughs and takes a sip of his drink as you place yours back down on the table in exchange for picking up your pen.

“My turn,” You remind him.

He nods, and you glance at your journal, thinking about what you want to ask next. “I know in the past you’ve mentioned that you don’t particularly release songs about your life, but you rather opt to tell stories within your music,” you mention, and Eddie nods in confirmation. 

“What’s the reasoning behind that?”

It’s a slightly more in-depth question, and Eddie has to take a few moments of silent pondering before he answers. “Well, for starters, I’ve always considered myself more of a storyteller. I like to create different scenarios and characters and find ways to bring them to life,” He begins.

You quietly jot down notes as you listen to him speak, “When I was in high school, I got really into Dungeons and Dragons, and I still love the game, but I guess you could say it stems from that— the storytelling aspect, I mean.” 

“But as for why I don’t release more personal songs… I don’t know; I guess I just like to keep a part of my life private to some degree. However, that doesn’t mean these made-up characters and scenarios I sing about aren’t in some way correlated to me,” He hints, and you nod in understanding.

“That’s neat.” You copy his words from earlier, and you both smile.

You and Eddie go back and forth with questions for a bit, touching base with topics like childhood, friendships, current projects, and such. It’s nice to have a decent conversation with Eddie, and for a moment you forget that you’re even doing your job because interviewing Eddie feels like any normal conversation you’d have— lighthearted, smooth, and innocent. Until—

“Alright, my turn. This one’s good,” Eddie starts.

You’re both two glasses in, and your cheeks feel warm from the drinks as you gesture for Eddie to go on. Eddie gazes at you and studies you briefly before speaking, “What’s going on with you and James?”

You blink in confusion, “James?” You question. Eddie nods, “Yeah, James. The photographer.” Eddie explains.

Your face twists in slight confusion as Eddie sips his drink, “What about him?” You ask.

Eddie laughs, “What’s up with you two? Are you guys together or something?”

And there it is. The game that Eddie’s been playing all along, revealed in all its true nature. 

Your eyebrows furrow in defense, annoyed with the sudden shift in demeanor, “Is that any of your business?” You question, and Eddie laughs, tapping his ring against the glass of his drink with a soft clink, “Sweetheart, it’s my business if I’m cutting the check.” He snickers.

You narrow your gaze at him, clearly irritated with his words. You don’t know why you ever gave him the chance. Eddie has only ever shown you his true colors, and he’s, more than once, told you that he doesn’t take you or your profession seriously. This has reminded you so.

“You don’t pay me,” you snap, “And I doubt you’ve even touched a check in the last three years.”

Eddie smirks, amused by your sudden frustration, “Maybe you have a point,” he relents, “But you still haven’t answered my question.” He points out.

You roll your eyes, “Why do you care, Eddie?”

Eddie shrugs, “I’m curious.” He smugly answers. 

“I don’t ask you who you’re fucking, do I?” A lousy attempt at dodging the question.

Eddie shrugs again, “You could if you want to, I don’t mind. I bet you’ve been curious to know anyway, haven’t you?” He replies.

You don’t like the way that makes your insides squirm with heat.

And you could tell him the truth. You could tell him the simple and honest answer that, no, nothing is going on between you and James. But as you look at Eddie sitting across the couch, you can’t find a single reason why Eddie should even care or why he should have the satisfaction of an answer. “Ask something else.” You say.

Eddie doesn’t waste a second to spit out his next question, “Did you like the kiss?”

“A different question.” “Those are my questions, princess.”

God, you don’t even know why you’re putting up with this. You could easily just get up and leave, but you hate to give Eddie any room for thinking he’s won whatever stupid battle this is. 

You shut your journal, refusing to stay another minute, going back and forth with Eddie. You stand and grab your bag, shoving your journal in before looking at Eddie and finally answering his original question, “No, nothing is going on between me and James.” You admit. And you think Eddie will leave it at that, but you're sadly mistaken.

“And the kiss?” He asks.

“What about it?” Your composure is beginning to falter and your frustration is seeping into your tone. Eddie’s eyes glint with mischief, gaze never leaving your fidgety frame as he speaks, “Did you like it?”

“No.”

A lie. A terrible one that Eddie can see right through.

You begin making your way to the door, but Eddie catches you before you can even lay a finger on the handle, turning you around to face him when he speaks, “You’re a shit liar.” He points out.

And he’s so close you can barely think straight with his overwhelming presence. You find your footing through the haze, gazing into Eddie’s eyes when you speak, “Did you ask me to come in here so you can answer my questions, or did you just want to waste my time?”

Eddie is silent for a long moment, eyes dancing between your wide and sharp gaze, darting down to your lips, the tip of his pink tongue darting out to lightly lick across his bottom lip. You can smell the smoke on his breath, reaching out to mix with your liquor-coated exhales.

“Did you like the kiss?”

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Eddie has you cornered now, pressed against a wall so tight you have no choice but to admit defeat, moving forward to press your lips against his liquor-slicked lips.

It’s hasty. Messy, greedy, drunk, and needy, and it rids your mind of all rational thought as Eddie presses himself against you. 

Eddie kisses you like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get, pressing into you so close you’d think he’s trying to jump into your skin. And the taste of Eddie is addicting.

You crave for more, and you’re hesitant to push, but Eddie understands the second he feels your tongue lick against your lips. He takes it upon himself to push his tongue into the warm, wet cavern of your mouth, and you happily let him. All clear thinking has gone out the window at this point, and you let your bag slink off your shoulder to plot onto the floor, busying yourself with sinking your fingers into the curly strands of his hair and gently tugging at the root. Eddie moans against your lips, and you pant, your brain going dizzy at the heavenly sound.

Eddie’s hands are eager and hungry as they rest against your hips, sneaking up your torso to squeeze and grab at your skin. And he hates the fact that there are so many layers of clothes between you, and he wants them gone.

His hand travels down the side of your body and digs into the thick of your thigh, dipping lower to catch the back of your knee and hitch your leg around his waist. You keen, pitching your hips forward into Eddie’s, and he moans, greedily squeezing your skin and gliding up your leg. Cool rings send shivers up your spine when he slips under the hem of your denim skirt and kneads the fat of your ass.

If breathing weren’t a necessity, you would kiss Eddie forever, but your lungs burn with the lack of air, so you find yourself pulling away with a wet gasp, “I—“ Eddie presses a kiss to your lips, cutting you off before you can speak and you whine, fingers moving to dig into the soft material of his open shirt, “Eddie, I can’t… I can’t breathe, I gotta breathe,” You pant.

Eddie laughs, and you smile as he trails his kisses down to your neck, licking against the base of your throat before sinking his teeth into the skin. You moan, whiney and loud in Eddie’s ear and he hums in appreciation, grumbling into the skin of your neck as he speaks, “I wanna fuck you.”

His teeth scrape against your pulse, and you gasp, head dropping back against the wall with a soft thud as your nails dig into the skin of Eddie’s shoulder. “What?” You hazily blink.

Eddie moves back to see you, lust-ridden eyes darting all over your face. And he looks so pretty, hair messy, shirt skewed against his lean frame, lips swollen and pink from kissing, and you want him. You want him to a dangerous degree.

He kisses you, muttering his words against your lips as he squeezes your hips and pulls you closer, “I wanna fuck you.” Eddie repeats.

You pant, opening your mouth against his and preparing to speak, but you’re interrupted by the door opening, the two of you jumping at the sudden intrusion, your hand swiftly shoving at Eddie’s body to push him away. 

And you think you might die because who better to walk in on you and Eddie practically devouring one another than fucking Jeff.

“Oh, shit, uh,” Jeff looks the other way as soon as he sees you and Eddie. You hastily pick up your bag and tug your skirt back down to a modest length from where it had ridden up to your hips.

You and Eddie are still breathing heavily from your extremities, and Eddie— fucking Eddie; he snickers when Jeff glances back at him and makes a lazy attempt at holding back a laugh. Your face and neck heat up in embarrassment as you shift in your spot, wanting nothing more than the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

“The car is here, man, let’s go,” Jeff snickers before leaving.

And truthfully, you don’t currently have the confidence to look Eddie in the eye and register what’s just happened between you two. So, you grip the strap of your bag and flee before Eddie can say or do anything.

You’re not sure how that happened, and you’re not sure why it makes your stomach twist in a way that makes you blush, but you like it. 

And you can’t believe yourself.

You can’t believe that you spent the entire drive to the hotel thinking about how Eddie’s hands felt on your body, his lips against the skin of your neck, or how you could feel him pressed against your thigh, begging to be touched.

When you shower, you try to ignore the throbbing ache between your legs when you think of those words Eddie whispered to you. You try to ignore it as you get ready for bed and ignore the toe-curling sensation of the cool hotel sheets brushing against your hardened nipples when you slip into bed. You try so hard; you really do.

But you can’t help it when you begin imagining how Eddie’s hands would feel across your chest, the light and rough feeling of his calloused fingers ghosting over your nipples to watch as you writhe beneath him. 

Fuck, you really try to ignore it.

But you can’t. It’s annoying, the way Eddie clouds your mind. And you feel like a bitch in heat when the only thing running through your mind and body is the burning desire to cum. And if you stuff your hands between your thighs and bring yourself to cum to the idea of Eddie and the feeling of him pressed against you with your name on his tongue, who’s to judge you but yourself?

Because despite everything your mind is telling you, you can’t help but find yourself wanting Eddie.

But all of that flies out the window the following day.

You’d decided to order breakfast to your room, and the hotel sends the daily newspaper with each meal, and you like to read it while sipping on a hot cup of coffee on your terrace. However, when you see the newsletter cover, you’re not sure you have much of an appetite for coffee.

A picture of Eddie from last night with a familiar red-headed girl wrapped around his arm and a caption that makes your stomach twist in knots. The caption, ‘Corroded Coffin lead singer, Eddie Munson, new girlfriend debut!” in bold and italicized letters.

And you don’t know why, but your stomach sinks. You should’ve known better.

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part six

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a/n: HIII YOU MADE IT TO THE END!! i know i said there would be drama drama in this part BUT it started getting too long for my liking, SOOO THE REAL DRAMA WILL COMMENCE IN PART 6 HEHE. THANK YOU FOR READING, AND AS ALWAYS, I LOVE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS SO PLS LMK IN THE COMMENTS OR REBLOGS HOW YOU FEELLL <3

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[trashmouth-richie]

hi, ziggy! ahhh i missed hih ❤️ could you pretty please do something for jealous!eddie where maybe somebody flirts with tooty because she got that milf glow after she had the babies lmao ily ❤️

anon💕💕 thank you for the req! this took a little spin and has an open ending, but!!! the twins are in this and some other familiar faces ❤️ might get a part 2? who knows!

a night out without the kids. almost an unheard of event. but tonight corroded coffin were performing their annual concert the night before halloween.

sissy & oz toted their overnight bags up the paved sidewalk to grandma and grandpa’s house— the same house you had once called home when the wheeler’s took you in as a teen.

reaching the front door eddie squats to eye level with the twin three year olds. “okay you two,” he says in his fatherly tone, “last time you stayed the night grandpa said you terrorized the cat.”

“i no do it daddy,” sissy speaks her little voice high pitched and tattling, “ows chaseded hims.”

a frown spreads on her brothers face his brown eyes pleading, “i did not! sissy made tinky swim in the potty!”

eddie bites his lip to hide a laugh and you take a deep breath, “that’s another thing, the cat’s name is bruce, not stinky.”

“but mama,” sissy complains, head held high in a defiant pose— one eddie recognizes as a mini version of his wife, “boose 's hard to say.”

eddie ruffles her hair and stands up, talking out of the side of his mouth, “always arguing like someone else i know,”

his large hand slides down the curve of your ass pinching the leather fabric snug on your skin, giving it a tight little squeeze.

“eddie!” you scold, swatting his hand away, “not in front of the babies.”

he grabs your waist and pulls you back into him before you can rap your knuckles on the front door. his mouth is hot in your ear, “sorry mama,” he purrs, dancing his tongue on the shell of your ear, “you just look so fucking hot tonight.”

sissy and oz are both slapping the door with both palms as it swings inward. “who’s makin’ all that racket?!”

“gwampa! it’s us!”

“issy and ows!”

wayne smiles as big as he always did when his grandbabies visited, “are you sure y’all ain’t no robbers are ya?”

“gwampa’s silly, daddy!” oz squeaks, squeezing wayne tight around his leg.

eddie grins and chuckles, “aww nah buddy that word is ‘senile’”

you smack eddie in the chest and usher the kids inside to play with their cousin, alex. “thanks for watching them tonight, we really appreciate it,” you say to wayne reaching through the threshold and giving him a hug.

“ah, ain’t no problem,” wayne says flipping eddie the bird behind your back, “karen and i love these little turds.”

“u too oh two be good for grandpa and grandma okay? eddie hollers, “be nice to the cat, sissy… i’m talkin’ to you.”

her little nose wrinkles into a pout and her brows furrow together.

“swear to christ himself, that kid is the spittin’ image of you, tooty.”

“god help me.” eddie pouts, “i’m gonna go gray before i’m forty.”

—

you kiss the kids goodbye and wave from the windows of your jeep before heading to the hideout. eddie looked particularly good tonight, leather pants, a cut off shirt, he even let you smear some eyeliner on his eyelids before tonight’s gig.

“nervous?” you ask, carrying some cords from eddie’s old van that now belonged to big d.

gareth walks past you with an amp, “not really, the hideouts like home away from home, makes me feel 18 again.”

you smile and ruffle his still thick curls, “will coming tonight?”

a sad look replaces his smile, “haven’t talked to him in a week… last i heard from jonathan he was staying with joyce and hopper.”

“he’ll come around man,” eddie says coming through the back door, “he loves you.”

“yeah, i hope.”

—

the boys— men now— rocked a killer show, fans still screaming for the band even though half of them were married and the lead singer had two kids.

you were front in center, in your designated spot that you always stood after the first show where eddie sang ‘lady evil’ just for you.

now you were sporting a new homemade shirt, ‘sitter’ crossed out with ‘mama’ his old leather jacket on your shoulders.

a hand sits on your lower back you giggle, “jeez nance, how drunk are you?”

only it wasn’t nancy, but a random guy. burly and tall, a thick beard on his face matching the short hair on his head, balancing a cowboy. you didn’t recognize him from anywhere and you pull back with a shocked face,

he smiles and you can smell liquor on his breath as he leans in real close, “been watchin’ you all night little darlin’ looks like you need a drink.”

you scowl and turn away from him, looking for jonathan and nancy but they’re nowhere to be found.

“hey,” he blunders stumbling towards you, “you like cowboys?”

you don’t want to give him the time of day or even the satisfaction of a tasteful retort so you do your best to ignore him, looking at eddie as he turns to thrash the guitar riff with jeff.

eddie turns back around to continue the song and shoots you a wink, the same time a big sloppy pair of lips press on your cheek, hard and unwelcoming.

you didn’t see eddie’s eyes turn to black or the way he dropped the neck of his guitar hands balled into fist, you were seeing your own scarlet red, turning and slapping the face of the drunk asphalt “cowboy”.

eddie cuts the band and grabs the mic, “hey fucker!” he pushes his lips in a smooch and whistles like a dog, “here boy, up here.. yeah you— the guy who just got slapped.”

cowboy slap face looked up to the band, “what?”

“you must be new to town, huh? a drifter maybe?”

he lifts his head and spits on the ground, “what’s it to you?”

eddie laughs a little crazy-like, “… that,” he says pointing to you, “is my wife… and i’m sure you don’t know this or maybe your marbles are a little rattled up there with the cobwebs, but..” he jumps from the stage in a dramatic flare, wet hair bouncing behind him, skin slicked in sweat.

he tossing the mic behind him, standing tall and flicking the brim of the guys hat, toe to toe. “i’m not afraid to kill a man.”

“you’re bluffin’,”

“wouldn’t be my first, and for her,” he says moving you behind him, “won’t be my last,”

….

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Jade! I was re reading your zombie au steve fics and I just love our bestie eddie and jealous steve in tbem so much:’) I would love to see more of their relationship love you!!!

love u ♡ steve zombie au. fem!reader

“Would you mind fucking off?” Steve asks. 

Eddie tsks under his breath, “You know, this whole jealousy thing you have over me is kind of sexist.” 

Steve could melt metal with the way he's feeling. “It's not sexism, I'm not jealous, and if I were, it wouldn't be over you, it would be of you.” 

Eddie grins. “That's all you had to say, baby.” 

You laugh but quickly stop, eyes darting to Steve's as you push Eddie away from you. It honestly makes it worse, not because you aren't allowed to sit with your (Steve shudders) friend, and not because it doesn't feel good to see you so quick to remove Eddie from your side, but because by doing so, you've proven to Steve that you are, in fact, aware of his jealousy. 

“I'm not jealous!” Steve lies. 

“And I'm not interested,” you say quickly. “Sorry.” 

Eddie shrugs and sits right back next to you in the grass. He kind of has to, considering the knot he's trying to teach you to tie needs demonstration, but still. Steve hopes he ties the knot around one of his fingers and needs an emergency amputation. 

“Jealousy is a horrible thing,” Eddie says, almost like he can hear Steve's thoughts. “Have you considered finding a friend for Y/N to be jealous of?” 

“I already did that for a bit,” you say, squinting at the shoelace in your hand unhappily, “but then she made me cry and Steve bought me cherries and I didn't worry about it again.” Ah, Vanessa. Old camp, old friend, you told Steve she was making fun of you and he never looked her in the eye again. 

He'd quite like it if you followed his lead, but Vanessa was a bully, and Eddie, to Steve's dismay, is a good friend. 

“So what I'm hearing,” Eddie says, his grin audible, “is I get to make Steve cry.” 

“Are you gonna–?” Steve asks you. 

You sigh and shove Eddie away again. He actually pretends to fall onto his side in the grass. “This is really impeding my progress in becoming a knot tying expert, Stevie. Are you sure we can't kiss and have you get over it?” 

Steve is jealous, but lots of the outward symptoms he shows are either from a want to be immature or just to make you laugh. He trusts you completely and doesn't think for a moment you'd ever, ever cheat. He even knows —deep down— that Eddie's a good guy who'd never do that to him. But it still rubs Steve just the tiniest bit the wrong way when he sees Eddie's pinkie finger brush yours as he corrects you, or your stupid matching coats. 

You and Steve used to have matching coats until your sleeve tore on a branch. Steve decides he has a vendetta against trees, and then he takes a few calming breaths. 

“How would us kissing help Steve get over it?”

“Not you!” you laugh. 

Steve loves the sound so much he pretty much forgets what he's annoyed about. “Sound more disgusted,” he encourages cheerily. 

“I'd never kiss him,” you say, tying the string around your two fingers and pulling the aglet through the loop you've made. Your wrinkled nose smooths as you check your knot against Eddie's, and then, in one of your cutest moments to date, you gasp and turn straight to Steve. “I did it!” 

“What was I impeding again?” he asks. 

You push your foot out with your over complicatedly tied laces and turn onto your thigh. He's a genius (he knows you better than he knows anyone, past or present, knows you better than he knows himself), anticipating your movement with his arm already out to welcome you for a victory hug. “Our laces will never need tying again,” you say.

“Except when you need to change your socks,” Eddie says.

Steve puts his middle finger up behind your back, nosing at your forehead. “You're amazing.” 

You really want the hug. Your hands meet behind his back and your lips brush his throat as you press in close, his lovely girl; you don't know how lovely you are, how the exact details of your hug play out in his mind frame by frame. He's made a million mistakes and he still gets to have you. 

You hug him and it's like the end of the world didn't happen. 

Eddie scratches his scalp. “Harrington, not that I think you'd be into this, but I've been tying that knot for the last year, and nobody ever kissed me for it.” 

“He hasn't kissed me,” you say. 

“Don't stomp on a downed man,” Eddie says severely. Then, sweeter, “Just a quick one, Stevie.” 

“A whole camp of people,” Steve says to you. “Any best friend you want. Hell, I'll share Robin.” 

“You do share Robin,” you say, languishing in his hug much longer than he was expecting you to, your arms having curled tighter now around him with no signs of letting go. 

Eddie Munson might have a crush on you. He might have a crush on Steve, too, or neither of you. The boy’s too jovial to tell. Steve will sleep better at night if he believes the latter though, so he marks the hug for your achievement with a kiss pressed softly to your forehead and decides for the hundredth time since you came here that he won't be jealous anymore. He has nothing to be scared of and he knows that, so why give Eddie a hard time.

Eddie smirks and closes his eyes. “M'waiting.” 

Steve puts his arm over your shoulder. “And you'll wait more.” He turns to you, murmurs, “How about we go and find you something sweet?” 

Eddie's lips part in disgust. “What kind of dirty talk is that?” 

You stand and kick Eddie without force in the thigh. “Thank you for teaching me, Eddie. Same time tomorrow?” 

Eddie drops his theatrics. “Sure. Let's do the next one Risky Business style.” 

You pull Steve away by the hand. He thinks you sorta like that he's jealous, being the object of his attention and affection at all, so he says, “If you leave me for him I'm gonna let a bachelor take me out, and not for dinner.” 

“A bachelor couldn't get its teeth through all this muscle,” you say, squeezing his arm.

Doesn't make a lick of sense, geeks only have to break the skin to get you, but it doesn't matter. “I love you,” he says happily. 

You lean into his side heavily as you walk. “I love you, too. More, for sure.” 

“Not a chance.” 

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alone with you, take two

Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: jealous wally, frustrating neighbours, mwah mwah kissy smooches!!

although it is not necessary, I highly suggest reading my fics in their recommended order for the best experience! here is the link to all my silly lil wally fics in order. this is #11 :)

Jealousy isn’t a frequent feeling for Wally, but sometimes, things get on his nerves.

“Hun, would you mind helping me with these treats please?”

Your attention was drawn away from Wally, once again. 

It was a Friday night, and the neighbourhood was gathered for their weekly get together, of course. Lots of eating, game playing, and mingling going on.

You left Wally’s side, assuring him you would be right back, off to assist Poppy with whatever it was she needed.

Wally blew out an irritated huff.

And this get together seemed to mean he barely got to steal any of you for himself.

Everyone was taking you left and right. ‘Hey, come play a game with us!’ ‘Would you help me set these up?’ ‘Come take a look at this!’ No matter what, it was one thing or another, back to back to back.

Now, despite having quite a way with words, Wally still didn’t know how to use them, at times.

Occasionally, he didn’t know how to ask for things, particularly when it comes to a new challenge he's unsure of how to approach. He just… didn’t. So, what would he do instead?

He would stare.

And he would stare.

And he would stare.

He would stare, until the other person picked up on his silent plea for assistance. Or, until it will have been long enough where he figures it out himself.

This was the predicament you were in now. Although, unfortunately for Wally, you were still yet to notice you were in any sort of predicament at all.

He wasn’t sure how long it had been. He almost couldn’t complain, because it provided an extra good excuse to look at you. At the same time, he was getting frustrated, because how haven’t you realized yet? 

Well, actually, maybe you had. But, whenever it seemed like you were going to inquire, someone stole your attention away, which would irk Wally just a little bit more.

It’s happened multiple times now. By just about everyone. Twice, by most! Were they doing it on purpose, at this point? Wally was beginning to question.

For now, Wally watched and waited. And watched and waited. And watched and waited. Until finally, you were finished helping Poppy and on your way back over to him. So, he seized his opportunity.

“Would you—” he began, only to be cut off.

“Hey pipsqueak! Come play a quick round with Eddie n I!” 

If looks could kill, Barnaby would’ve been dead where he stood.

“Deal me in, too!” Howdy raised a hand, making his way over to the table, stretching his other arms and cracking his knuckles with confidence.

“Do you get one or two hands, with two sets of arms?”

“Actually,” you glanced at Wally, looking over at the group again. “Give him two! He can play for me, I’ll hop in later,” 

“Which hand do you wanna be, kiddo?”

“Uh… top? Cause I’m on top, y’know?”

Howdy sniggered.

“Okay, I’ll give you the bottom hand.”

“Jeez. Ask me for my fancy, just to ignore it,” you clicked your tongue in amusement, looking at Wally. He gazed back at you, eyes hopeful. Was he finally getting your attention? All to himself? “What did you want to say, sorry?”

Wally sighed with relief. Finally!

“Would you li–”

“Starlight! Won’t you come join Julie and I’s game?” Sally called out to you.

Nope.

Wally had it.

As you opened your mouth to reply, Wally took you by the hand, answering for you.

“Later.”

His tone was sharp and curt as he stormed toward the door, leading you behind him.

No more distractions.

Wally pulled you along, pausing briefly at the exit and looking at you, ensuring you were fine with this. Your eyes met his, and although surprised and confused, you understood the silent question and gave him a nod to go on.

The two of you stepped outside, walking briskly into the cool night. A sigh of relief left Wally, glad to finally be away from his beloved although slightly infuriating neighbours. When he decided the two of you had wandered far enough, he slowed his pace, sucking in a breath of the refreshing air. He looked at you to apologize for being so brash, only to pause.

You were staring at him, a grin growing on your face.

“Is this what I think it is?” you questioned him. His brows furrowed in puzzlement.

“Were you getting jealous in there, Wally?”

He gaped at the accusation. Jealous? Him? He opened his mouth to shut it down, only to hesitate.

Was he jealous?

His cheeks heated as realization hit him. He gaped like a fish, trying to think of a reasonable defense for himself, to no avail.

“... they were doing it on purpose,” he could only claim, deflating. 

“They were being quite rude, weren’t they?” you empathized with a giggle. “I’m sorry,”

“It’s not your fault,” he shook his head, sure of that much. “But they kept pulling you away, this way and that way. I think that I was deserving of a turn,”

“Well, no matter, now we are alone,” you smiled. “No more interruptions. What would you like, Wally?” you asked him.

He blanked.

Right.

The reason he wanted your attention in the first place.

Wally’s head dipped down shyly, his fingers gently toying with your own.

How does he say it?

He returned his gaze back to your eyes. You were waiting patiently for him to speak. No rush at all. You never did.

“I wanted to step outside with you,” he said, speaking slow as he took the time to figure out his words.

“I wanted to spend some time away, just you and I,” he continued. “Everyone was demanding your attention, but I wanted some for myself. That sounds quite selfish now that I say it out loud, doesn’t it?” He mumbled.

“I don’t think you’re being selfish at all,” you begged to differ. “I think that you have a right to desire some extra attention from me. We are together, after all. And, that being said, you are my top priority,” 

“As you are mine,” Wally nodded, giving your hand a squeeze.

“So, you just wanted to spend some time together?” You hummed softly, smiling at him. “I always quite like that idea,”

“Well, not quite…” he trailed along sheepishly, looking down at your interlocked hands.

“What would that be, Darling?”

“I wanted to kiss you,” he admitted.

“To kiss me?”

He nodded.

“Well, why don’t you, then?”

He peeked up at you.

“... might I?”

“Of course,” you giggled. 

“… now I’m nervous,” he uttered bashfully, gazing downward as he shyly rubbed the back of his neck. You grinned in amusement, leaning closer to him.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” You whispered, placing your finger under his chin to redirect his attention to you. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, gazing into yours as he licked his dry lips.

“Please?” He murmured out. 

With a smile, you tilted his chin up a bit more, closing the gap between you and pressing your lips to his in a sweet, short kiss. He went a little rigid before he relaxed into it, though he didn’t have quite enough time to reciprocate before you moved to break the kiss. 

As you began to pull away, his hand found the side of your neck, not ready for you to leave just yet. He led you back in before you went too far, his lips met yours once again, bringing you in for another kiss, slow and loving.

Moments later, Wally pulled away, more content this time. He gazed at you, any hint of his prior frustration nowhere to be seen anymore, nothing but a look of fondness left remaining in his eyes. He studied you, from your flushed cheeks to your small smile, meeting your equally love filled eyes.

“Are you satisfied now?” You asked with a light teasing tone, rubbing at your warm cheek as if it would make your embarrassed blush fade away. Wally clicked his tongue, glancing towards the noisy home down the way.

“Mmm, I’m not sure…” he hummed with a playful tone, looking back at you with a glint in his eyes.  “I think that I deserve you for some time more. How does another kiss sound to you? Then, maybe I’ll be satisfied,”

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I saw someone request rockstar Eddie with a groupie I was thinking maybe a groupie is all over him and backstage after a concert Eddie hates it and just wants his wife then reader his wife walks in assuming he was cheating and I trust you with the end🤍

Love it!! Here we go! I did your idea! But for some reason made it way more painful than needed so oops

⚠️angst as usual but fluff ending

Also I deleted this like three times and wrote it multiple ways. And I still hate how I wrote this so whoever requested it- if you hate it too, let me know so I can fix it babes

When her husband is a rockstar that girls have wet dreams about, she knows she'll spend a lifetime being jealous. When his fingers can work fast on the guitar while he multitasks with singing, she knows where other girls minds run off to. She was the same. She started as a girl who had a crush on the lead guitar player and singer. She watched him on stage and had dreams about his fingers, mouth, voice, and body constantly. And it was like he knew it. He'd smirk in her direction during his solos. Always standing near her side of the stage when he'd kneel down to sign girls'boobs. Eyes always flicked to hers, never even looking at who he was signing. The sexual tension got too hot and too high. Before she knew it she was in the bathroom being fucked against the mirror.

That's how they started. A bathroom fuck, so romantic right?

She never would have guessed the same man would be proposing to her years later on stage, in front of a sold out crowd in New York.

She was by his side when he was a small bar band and now he took her all over the world as he grew. Eddie was in love with her before he even learned her name. Getting to fuck her was just the bonus.

They were in love and maybe got married too young, but they didn't care. He wasn't letting her go anywhere.

Eddie doesn't even remember what they were fighting about before he left. He remembers screaming and her screaming back.

He remembers yelling, "DON'T EVEN FUCKING COME TONIGHT!" as he slammed the door.

Which he regretted the second he played the first song. Looking to his left where she stood backstage, and just like he asked, she didn't show up.

His first performance in months without her there and he felt like an asshole. He couldn't even remember who started it or why it started. And if he couldn't answer those questions, then he knew it wasn't important enough to keep being upset about it.

He collected together all of his stuff in the dressing room, throwing it harshly in his bag.

"hey Eddie, I know you are in a rush to get home but we have a fan out here who is dying to say hi" Gareth said. He knew Eddie and his wife were fighting before he came here, Eddie showed up tense and pissed off. The couple has been on short circuits. Screaming at each other at the drop of a hat.

Eddie thinks it's the stress of trying to have a baby that was taking a toll on their relationship. She was getting upset at her body for not accepting a baby and she took it out on him. She knew it wasn't fair but she couldn't stop. And Eddie, instead of understanding how hard it must be on her, he got pissed that he became her target. They both didn't talk about their feelings and that's where they kept going wrong.

"I'm really sorry dude. But I am not in the mood. Y/N's upset and I need to apologize. Just ask her to come next week" Eddie sighed. Gareth gave him a guilty look as the door opened and the girl squealed excitedly. Jumping in her dress as she screamed about the band in front of her.

Eddie closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Plastering on his best smile. He could suffer for a few minutes.

~~

She was drunk in seconds. Already throwing herself on Eddie's lap.

"no no" he mumbled, unhooking her arms but she laced their fingers together.

"I'm married" he mumbled again, trying to shift his body from under her. He was not in the mood for this type of game.

But she stayed put. Not even moving a muscle. Eddie looked around the room and noticed he was alone

"if you are married ,where are they?" She asked

"she's at home. I told her not to come" he sighed. And now he wanted her to be here more than ever. He didn't want a random girl on his lap. He wanted his wife to be here.

"how come?"

"because I was stupid and she's pissed.But seriously I need you to get off of me. This isn't happening and will never happen" he tried to push her again

"I know what you can do to make her feel better" she sounded genuine but Eddie still didn't want the feeling of other girls body on him

"okay how about you tell me while you get off of me?" He asked, giving up on moving her for a slight second to hear what she had to say. Letting her absorb his words.

But she didn't say anything. She smashed her lips onto his. His brain was slowly realizing what was going on. The hands that she had laced were stuck. He was trying to pull his body away but he couldn't move anywhere

"Eddie?"

~~

She sat at home all night. Crying on the couch after he slammed the door. She hated what she was doing to them. She was ruining their marriage day after day. But she didn't feel good enough. She couldn't give him a baby, and that's all he talked about.

Finally ready to just apologize and talk things out, she headed to his gig. She knows he doesn't want her there but as a wife, she had the right.

She smiled to Gareth as she walked to the dressing room. Lance, their manager, noticed her right away and let her through the hallway. She smiled gratefully and walked into the room.

Her husband was there, but so was a girl in a tiny dress sitting on his lap, kissing him.

"Eddie?" She gasped out in disbelief. She knew she wasn't being a good wife lately, but he'd really throw it all away?

Her eyes burned as the girl pulled away and looked behind her. Eddie's eyes finding hers once the girl moved.

"hold not. This is so not" he stuttered out fast. Throwing the girl off of his lap as she landed on the couch next to him.

Y/N felt her eyes roll, turning back around and leaving the damn bar

"BABY WAIT. I CAN EXPLAIN THAT!"

But she just kept walking. Never in their relationship did she think he'd ever cheat on her. But apparently she didn't know him well.

She made it out of the bar. Gasping for fresh air.

Eddie was right behind her, arm snatching her hand and yanking her into him.

"listen you need to listen" he pleaded. He knew if he didn't explain soon enough, more damage would take place

"no Eddie I don't!" She spat back, throwing his hands off of her

"is that why you didn't want me to come tonight? So you can go screw a groupie? How many girls were there?"

Eddie shook his head at each question

"no that is not why I asked you not to come. I should have never asked that! I want you here. And fuck no, there has been no one but you. You are my wife, I wouldn't screw that up! I don't want anyone else. She came on to me. I've spent the past hour trying to get her off of my lap. I would never do that to you. I love you"

He watched as silent tears were running down her face.

"why?" She asked, throwing her hands in the air with frustration

"why what?" He spoke softly, seeing she was seconds away from crying harder. One hand held her jaw and the other one rubbed her back softly

"why do you love me? I mean God Eddie, you married me expecting a family and I can't even give that to you! If I were you I think I'd cheat on me too" she sobbed

Eddie felt his heart shattering

"baby no. Just no" he shook his head, holding her face tighter in his hands moving his forehead against her

"when I married you, I married you because I am in love with you and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanted us to share a name, a house and our hearts. Listen to me, I don't need a baby to make me want to stay with you. Nothing would MAKE me, I want to stay with you and that's not ever going to change. I should have been more understanding of the stress you are putting your body in. And I would never cheat on you. There is no one in this whole world that would ever compare to you. You are it for me, okay?"

He smiled and pecked her wet lips. Pulling back slowly as she nodded and sniffled.

"I love you too" she spoke just as soft. Kissing him again.

She pulled away with a small gag, "we need to wash your mouth. Taste like pure alcohol"

Eddie laughed, "yeah that girl was pretty wasted"

He smiled as he threw his arm on her shoulder, walking to the car.

He didn't need a baby to be a family.

Just having her, was the only family he needed.

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(eddie munson x reader angst)

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summary: . . . all you want to do after the school testing season is spend some time with your boyfriend. unfortunately for you, all he wants do is smash your heart to pieces, why else would he cheat on you?

warnings: infidelity, fluff and angst. so sad, very sad. no happy ending. good luck.

a/n: based on this request, cheese and crackers did it hurt to write. once more, everyone lives in hawkins bc i can’t stand them not doing that and of course, beta’d by the talented @kitmon (who also writes eddie stuff that everyone in the whole world should read). happy sad reading and sorry in advance.

You almost didn’t notice it, at first.

School testing season had just come to an end and you’d been thoroughly invested in it; spending every spare second you could cramming your brain full of information. You didn’t test all that well;whatever knowledge you had regarding a subject usually flew right out of your head the second a scantron was placed in front of you, so that meant you were forced to try twice as hard as people who could actually retain academic information like that, which also meant you couldn’t let your boyfriend drag you into janitors closets or meet up with him outside of school like you normally would. 

Of course, you didn’t want Eddie to think you’d be avoiding him, so you had let him know in advance that you’d be focused on your studies until testing was over and while he hadn’t been pleased about not getting to spend time with you, he’d agreed to go along with it. The SATs had passed though, and you were eager to finally jump your boyfriend’s bones.

But you couldn’t.

It started with Robin, who always seemed to be around the minute the last school bell rang. Despite her last class having been on the other side of the school, for the past week she’d somehow managed to beat you to the doors leading to the parking lot. Her skin was always clammy with sweat, hair disheveled and breathing like she’d just run the mile. She always complained about being athletically challenged; specifically, being allergic to running in any way, shape, or form yet you were positive she was doing exactly that.

She’d force you to hang out with her for the rest of the day and despite how much you tried to get out of it (nothing against her, you just wanted to do a couple of other things. Eddie, to be specific. You wanted to do Eddie) she always ended up looping her arm through yours and dragging you in the direction of your car. You figured it was because she didn’t know how to drive, didn’t have a ride and was too afraid to just ask for one so she was doing it under the pretense of wanting to spend time with you.

Then, Steve started up. That was bizarre in and of itself. You didn’t really hang out with him one on one— didn’t want to give Eddie a reason to be jealous, he already hated Thad Schneider and that was only because the poor guy was in your math class and group so he had to communicate with you— so it surprised you when he started stopping by the movie theater after your shifts to ask you if you wanted to get food or head over to Family Video to help him keep Robin company during the remainder of her shift. 

You’d been nice the first couple of times, didn’t want to blow him off considering he was still a friend but usually you drove over to Eddie’s trailer to hang out with him for the rest of the night. You figured your boyfriend would be upset at you for not showing up, but when he didn’t seem to mind all that much when you called to let him know Steve had asked to hang out, you thought he’d gotten over his jealousy. So, where was the harm?

When you thought you were FINALLY going to be able to see Eddie— outside of the kisses you stole in the school hallways that were becoming more brief with each passing day— Nancy had pulled you aside with some bogus story about how she wanted to do a piece on the Color Guard Team, of which you were one of the Captains.

You loved Nancy, but what the fuck could she write about a bunch of teenagers twirling flags and tossing batons, sabres, and riffles around? Sure, it was stupid cool to watch (and felt even more cool to actually be able to do) but who wanted to read about that? You sure didn’t. And why couldn’t she ask you this when you weren’t trying to get to the cafeteria so you could sit on your boyfriend’s lap and smother his face in kisses?

“Yeah, sure,” you mumbled, eyeing the door of the newsroom she was currently obstructing. “I’d be more than happy to answer your questions— hey, why don’t we do this a little later though? I’m starving, so I’m just gonna go grab a bite.”

You made a run for it and something inside of you flared up when you saw her move to step in front of you; she was purposely keeping you from something.

You were faster, easily able to dodge her as you yanked on the handle, pushing the door open. 

Much to your annoyance, Robin and a guilty looking Jonathan were waiting on the other side. Robin looked filled with tension but was trying to appear nonchalant while Jonathan stared down at his shoes, almost slumped in on himself.

“Hey, you! We were just looking for you, you wanna go off campus for lunch? I’m thinking pizza and not the cardboard kind the cafeteria ladies serve. Talk about flat bread,” Robin rambled, moving to loop her arms through your’s like she always did  and, just like you did Nancy, finally fed up with whatever was going on, you side stepped away.

“No, I’ll pass. I’m gonna go find Eddie.” You didn’t give her time to respond, taking off down the hall.

You could hear the sounds of hurried footsteps following behind you but you were focused on beating them to the cafeteria instead. It was becoming increasingly clear that they were trying to distract you from something and you didn’t like that one bit. 

Dread began to pull in the pit of your stomach as you pushed the cafeteria doors open, glancing around fervently for a sign of Eddie. When your eyes fell on the Hellfire table, your shoulders slumped at the lack of the Metalhead.

The dread didn’t go away though, if anything, it worsened.

Nancy, Jonathan and Robin had caught up to you with Robin eagerly surveying the cafeteria before you. You watched as she appeared relieved when her eyes also fell on the Hellfire table before she began biting her lip.

“Well, he’s not here. Let’s go off campus now. I’m sure he’ll find you later.” There was something about the way she said the latter sentence, like she was unhappy with that even being a possibility.

“Yeah, I’m hungry, too. We’ve got like thirty minutes left, we can make it back in time if we leave now.” Nancy supplied, but you noticed the tension in her, too. She was stiff, mouth set into a forced smile. 

You stayed silent, digging your nails into the palms of your hands as your fingers curled into fists at your sides. Steve, Nancy and Robin might be able to hide this from you, but you knew one person who simply didn’t have it in him to keep you in the dark.

Your eyes turned to Jonathan, he’d been quietly observing you with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. The look on his face spoke volumes.

Whatever it was they were trying to keep from you, it had to do with Eddie. 

“Do you know where he’s at?” You asked, eyes tearing up for a reason you couldn’t quite explain. Anxiety weighed heavy on your chest but you were correct to assume he wouldn’t lie to you, Jonathan’s eyes flashed to the windows along the back wall and your eyes followed.

Outside. 

You darted past them and made a run for the gym. Once you’d made it outside, you slowed to a speed walk, aware of them chasing after you but you couldn’t stop your feet from taking you to where you knew Eddie would be; the old picnic table behind the school.

You almost tripped several times, but you refused to slow your pace anymore, fearing they’d catch you and stop you before you could find Eddie.

Once you did find him though, you realized exactly why your friends had been trying to keep you from him.

Oh. You thought, the beating of your heart drumming loud in your ears as it broke.

Eddie was at the old picnic table, all right, Chrissy Cunningham sat on top of it as he stood between her legs, hands at the sides of her face as he kissed her. 

At the sound of Robin shouting your name, they pulled apart, Eddie taking you in with something akin to horror written on his face.

Nancy, Robin and Jonathan stood a little ways behind you, waiting for your reaction.You didn’t know how to react, but your body seemed to make up your mind for you, the warm trail of tears could be felt cascading down your cheeks as your eyes stung with the promise of more.

Eddie’s head kept twisting from you to Chrissy and then he started backing away from her, looking immensely pained as he started towards you, hands held out like he was approaching some dangerous animal ready to attack.

You wanted to slap that pained look right off his fucking face. What gave him the right to look like he was the one who walked in on the person he thought he was gonna marry one day kissing someone else?

He called your name and you could hear the tears on the edge of his voice, the quiver in it.

“Don’t,” you warned as soon as he was alarmingly close. You began taking steps back, shaking your head in protest at the sight before you; the fucker was crying. You noticed the glossy layer over his eyes, the panic on his face. It disgusted you. He disgusted you.

Eddie made the mistake of trying to reach for you and that’s when you broke.

“Don’t you ever touch me again.” 

You whirled around, walking briskly past your friends and towards the school parking lot. You could hear Nancy and Robin start to berate Eddie but you were much too focused on getting out of there instead of crumbling to the ground.

You bypassed the gym building, not sparing  the wide open doors a second glance. Fuck school, you couldn’t deal with existing right then.

Your hands shook as you attempted to unlock your car, cursing when your clammy fingers fumbled with your keys, the suddenly daunting objects slipping from your grasp to the ground. Instead of picking them up, you dropped with them; slowly easing yourself to the ground as your mind began to race with time, somehow,  also managing to still. Your world was coming to a screeching halt as your arms curled around your knees and you buried your face in them, paying no mind to the pebbles and dirt ingraining themselves into the bottom of your jeans.

You started hyperventilating, unable to breathe in enough air in-between your wracking sobs. 

“Will you let me drive you home?” You gathered all of the strength you could muster to turn your head to the voice, red, wet eyes taking in Jonathan’s kind face and gentle voice as he crouched down beside you. For some reason, it made you cry harder and you found yourself nodding as he wrapped an arm around you to pull you to your feet and into his chest for a much needed hug.

You sobbed into his shirt, the reality of what you’d seen and your situation setting in. He held you tight, squeezing the shoulder his hand was gripping. 

“I’m not going to say it’s going to be okay, that you’ll be okay, because we both know you won’t be. But, I promise, you’re not gonna go through this alone,” he mumbled, giving you one last comforting squeeze before he led you to his car. 

Jonathan opened the passenger door for you and you climbed in with his guidance. He leant over you to pull the seatbelt across your chest and buckle you in. Nancy emerged from the woods, jogging over to the car as Jonathan closed the door. They were talking, but you didn’t care to listen, eyes unfocused as you stared out of the front windshield, face wet from continuous stream of tears that couldn’t seem to stop. You couldn’t even think, mind full of static. And your stomach hurt, you’d always heard heart break could make you sick to your stomach, but you’d never experienced it until then.

Eventually, you heard Jonathan get in and then the rock of the car as it started moving. You lifted your hands to wipe at your face, but all it did was smear the wetness around. 

“Nancy’s gonna drive your car to your house, okay?”

You didn’t respond and he was silent as you cried, only reaching over to take one of  your hands in his. He didn’t complain about your tear stained palm as he held it, trying to offer you some kind of grounding to the world because nothing felt real to you anymore, it was as if gravity had released you, no longer bounding you to the earth. There was nothing freeing about it, though. It was as if space was sucking you away into the abyss of the unknown; a blackhole, regardless of Jonathan’s hold on you.

When the car rolled to a stop, you were in front of your home and relief flooded you when you noticed your parents’ cars weren’t parked in the driveway. They wouldn’t see the mess you were and berate you with questions you couldn’t answer. They loved Eddie, what would you tell them? 

Despite that, you couldn’t find it in you to even get out of the car, too absorbed in your pain to move. Jonathan ended up having to carry you inside, trudging towards your room and laying you on your bed where you curled into a ball and muffled your loud cries into a stuffed animal Eddie had given you. When you realized exactly what it was you had pressed against your face, you stopped crying long enough to sit up and yank it from its place, staring down at it with a mixture of emotions.

You bid your parents a hasty goodbye, door slamming shut as you yanked the knob behind you. Wincing, you shouted a quick apology that you were sure they’d heard before you ran across the lawn, towards the van parked alongside the street and nearly jumped into the already open door.

Eddie wasted no time, his body already twisted around to face you as he cupped the sides of your face, bringing you in for a kiss. You melted into it, eyelids fluttering shut as your lips moved in tandem with his. When his tongue rolled along yours you nearly went slack, just about moaning as you tasted the cherry slurpee he’d consumed at some point. You’d seen him last night, he’d snuck over, distracted you from the paper you were attempting to finish and then you spent a good fifteen minutes making out with him while he lurked on the other side of your window, body supported by the large and sturdy tree branch before he had to leave but here he was, kissing you like it’d been months since he’d last gotten the opportunity. Once he was satisfied, having been properly greeted, he pulled a hair’s breadth away. 

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you chirped, eyes glowing with affection for the diamond in the rough before you.

Eddie couldn’t resist going in for another kiss— not with the way you were looking at him— though it couldn’t even be called a proper kiss; you were smiling too hard and he laughed against your grin.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, forcing the grin away despite how happy you were, so you could smash your lips to his. Eddie rested a hand on the back of your head, using it to angle you so he could deepen the kiss.

You reached to grip the lapel of his jacket, desperate to keep him close. Eddie loved it when you did that. He wasn’t going a n y w h e r e, but it made him feel good, relieved to know you wanted him this close to you, wanted him to stay. He wanted you this close, too. Preferably forever.

You only parted when you felt eyes on you, head moving in the direction of your home just in time to see your father hastily move the curtains back into place. 

You blushed, willing your body to cool itself as Eddie admired the dark tinge of your cheeks. The hand that had been on the back of your head moved to caress your cheek. He leaned forward to press a single, tender kiss to it, clearing his throat as he reached for the seatbelt to the side of the passenger door and pulled it across your chest, securing it in its buckle before he finally pulled himself off you. 

You smirked, pleased with your ability to leave him equally flustered, if not more, judging by the bulge pressed against the zipper of his pants.

He ran his hands through his hair as he collected himself, a hand reaching forward to twist the key already in the ignition. You’d already gotten used to the roar of his engine, he sort of missed how it had caused you to jump the first couple of times you’d been in the van for actual driving purposes.

“Oh!” You watched as his eyes widened before he turned in his seat, nearly diving into the back of the van. When Eddie emerged, he had a stuffed animal in his grasp. Not just any animal; an adorable, cutesy looking beaver.

He held it out to you, trying not to seem like he was scrutinizing your reaction to his gift for future purposes, “Wayne sent me out to pick up a few things and I saw this— who would think to make a stuffed beaver, by the way— and it made me think of you, so I got it."

You were just touched that he’d gotten you anything at all, taken with the fact that he thought of you when you weren’t even with him as you admired the stuffy, turning it this way and that way in your hands before it was crushed to your chest as you hugged it,“Eddie, I love him!”

Then you processed exactly what he had said, “Wait— why did you think of me when you saw a beaver?”

He stared at you like the answer should have been obvious, “When we were watching Lady in the Tramp last week, and it got to the part where they met up with the beaver, you said that they mated for life.”

Once again, he nearly had you melting in your seat, “Are you saying you want to mate with me for life?”

Eddie turned shy, ducking his head to stare at you from under his lashes. “I wouldn’t be opposed. I mean— yeah. Yes. I would very much like to mate with you for life.”

“Then it looks like you’re saddled with me and Eddie Jr.”

You snorted at the brief look of shock on his face, holding up the stuffed animal when it looked like he was going to pass out, “The beaver, Eddie! I’m not pregnant.”

He ran a hand down his face, glaring playfully over at you, “You are gonna be the death of me, you better knock on wood when we get to the trailer or your dad is gonna skin me alive. How on earth did you come up with a name for it already, it’s been like two minutes!”

“Him, Eddie. God, he’s our child, don’t refer to him as an ‘it’.”

Eddie regarded you with a tender look, brown eyes warming you to the bone.“Our child, huh?"

“Mhm,” your head bobbed once as you secured Eddie Jr. under the lower half of your seatbelt. “A placeholder, if you will.”

“Oh, I will,” you laughed as Eddie buckled himself in, finally pulling the van away from the sidewalk and your dad’s spying eyes. “Since we’re mates for life, you can’t move on after I die. Just making sure you know. It’s the law.”

“There’s no moving on from you, Munson.”

Your fingers indented into the faux fur of the stuffed animal as you gripped it, grasp tightening in fury at the memory. Before, you’d affectionately referred to it as your shared son, now it was just a painful reminder of everything he’d thrown away, a reminder of how he’d thrown you away. So, you threw it away; chucking it as hard as you could at your farthest bedroom wall. Despite how soft and cuddly it’d been, it gave away to the wall with a dull thud, falling to rest against the carpet of your bedroom.

Your chest heaved with your breaths, teeth gritted as tears rushed past your waterline once more; this time, tears of anger mingled with those of your anguish and you collapsed back into your bed.

Jonathan sat faithfully beside you, saying nothing about your momentary fit as his hand rubbed along your back and you wanted to scream because it should have been Eddie offering you comfort. 

The exhaustion of the day's events wore you down and you slipped into a restless slumber.

You weren’t safe from your emotions even as you slept; you dreamt of the last time you were with Eddie, the final  carefree moment before it all went down the drain.

“Eat your own!” You laughed, trying to pry your dripping ice cream cone away from Eddie. That only made him try harder, hand winding around your wrist to pull both you and the cone closer to him.

“It’s not fair, yours always tastes better.” It was a poor excuse and you both knew it, he got the same exact flavor as you.

Despite your earlier statement, you let him drag you over, watching his tongue dart out to lick the mint ice cream. The eye contact Eddie held with you while doing so was surprisingly intense and what he was attempting to do finally dawned on you.

“Eddie, are you trying to seduce me?”

He licked his lips, teeth nipping playfully at your fingers as he kept you in his hold, “Is it working?”

A snort sounded from you and you both started laughing, though yours quickly turned into a squeal when the ice cream began to trickle down over your knuckles. Eddie made quick work of it, though, tongue skillfully gliding over your fingers to gather the sweet, runny liquid.

“Well, if you’re not gonna eat it, I might as well.”

Your nose wrinkled as you yanked your wrist and cone out of his grasp, tongue swiping over your ice cream to show him that you were in fact eating it.

“You will do no such thing. Keep your hands and that tongue to yourself.”

Eddie’s grin was downright sinister, he hadn’t even replied and your face was already growing hot at its implication.

“Didn’t hear you saying that last night.”

You hummed, pursing your lips as you feigned indifference. 

“That’s on me. I set myself up for that one. I’ve been with you all this time, I should’ve known better.”

“You really should have but it’s okay, you’re gonna be with me forever so it’s bound to happen again,” he mumbled, dropping his own cone in favor of throwing himself at you; smacking wet, cold kisses against your cheek with exaggerated smooching sounds. You were helpless to do anything but hold your own ice cream safely out of the way as he gently gripped your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger, smooshing your face while he planted kiss after kiss. 

“Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah…”

You awoke, when it was slightly darker outside, to the sound of yelling coming from outside your window. Jonathan was gone, too.

You sat up and climbed out of bed, peeking through your tear-swollen lids outside of your curtains.

Steve, Robin and Nancy were standing on the walkway leading to your front porch; the three of them facing down Eddie, who looked disheveled and desperate. While you couldn’t make out what was being said, it was clear they were keeping him out of your home and away from you.

Steve said something to Eddie and he ran a hand through his wild, curly hair, gripping at the roots of it in frustration as he screamed something back at him.

While your nap hadn’t provided you any relief, it had allowed your emotions to subside into a numbness. You turned away from your window and made your way out of your room, down the stairs, to slip past Jonathan who was watching the ordeal from the open doorway.

All eyes turned towards you when you emerged from your house, a mixture of relief and fear slipping over Eddie’s expression as he tried to move around Steve to reach you, croaking out your name through his dry throat.

You only had one thing to say to him, voice cold. 

“Leave me alone.”

Eddie’s face crumpled further into something resembling despondence but he wasn’t quite done begging just yet.

“Please, baby, let me explain! I didn’t mean for it to happen! I can’t even figure out why I did it because I’m so fucking in love with you, I swear, I only want you. I am so, so sorry.” 

It’s not what you wanted to hear. You began to shake your head, hands reaching up to cover your ears. You couldn’t listen to his excuses, his lies.

You’d never been in love before, until you met Eddie, but you knew you’d never in your life hurt him like he’d hurt you because you loved him. People don’t cheat on the people they love, they don’t break the people they love. And that’s exactly what Eddie had done to you. He’d crushed you, the first moment you weren’t available to him. 

Still. There is one thing you needed to know, despite the amount of power it had to destroy you.

“Was that the first time?”

You wanted to throw up as soon as the words left your mouth, it made you sick that there was even a possibility of there being a second occurrence, in a hypothetical future— that would never exist— in which you took him back.

You saw the way his eyebrows pinched together, the way his lips parted and the regret in his eyes. 

That was the only answer you needed. 

You ran back into the house, only aware that he had tried to follow by the commotion you heard in your wake, Steve physically preventing him from doing so. That was all left behind when Jonathan closed the door behind you, jogging up the stairs after you.

He found you in the same position he had left you in earlier. This time, you were silent as the tears fell.

Despite her role in it, you couldn’t even find it in yourself to hate Chrissy. You two weren’t friends, but you weren’t enemies either. You came from two different social circles and simply lacked interactions, you doubted she was even aware of your relationship with Eddie. Or at least, you hoped that was the case.

As you lay there in your bed, allowing the heavy weight that was the end of your relationship to bury you further in your blankets— a soft, makeshift coffin to you at that point— you could only hate one person.

In that moment, you truly hoped you’d never see or hear from him ever again.

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[lemotmo]

Queer-coded Eddie Diaz theory

Okay, walk with me here. I have this theory.

I’ve been thinking about what Lou said in his interview. He said that the Tommy storyline was initially meant for Eddie. (Which still sets me reeling whenever I think about it.) But they changed their mind because something fell through and they decided to give the storyline to Buck. Which I’m happy about to be honest. Eddie is a whole different case of ‘being in the closet’. That man will need a lot more time to come to terms with his sexuality than Buck.

But, let’s imagine they would have stuck with the Eddie/Tommy storyline:

Obviously Marisol would have quietly disappeared in between seasons and Eddie would have been single again.

They hired Lou, a big bulky white man, to play his love interest. I know that we often say that Eddie is the Latin Lou, but he could also be a slightly bigger Buck (if you squint).

They would have bonded over the many shared interests and their army past. From there on their romance would have started and bloomed.

Buck would have probably still been with Nathalia or perhaps he would have also been single. Not sure about that. It would have depended on the actress being available or not.

In his interview, Tim Minear has stated that Buck has always been queer-coded, from season 1 on.

So, if we follow that line of thinking, wouldn’t Eddie have been queer-coded as well? Because, after all, he would have been the one in a romantic relationship with Tommy.

And then what? Would Buck have found his inner bisexual by being jealous of Eddie and Tommy? Like something we saw play out in 7x04. Everyone would assume, in the beginning, that Buck was just jealous of having to share Eddie’s attention with Tommy. But then, after a few episodes, it would have been revealed that he was actually in love with Eddie? Because, remember, according to Tim Minear, Buck has always been queer-coded. So it would only be logical to continue the storyline like that. Especially because everyone seems to lean into it this season. Oliver, Ryan, Tim and even Lou have been talking about Buddie.

Then what? Would Eddie have found out about Buck? Would he have realised that he loved Buck back, breaking up with Tommy, only to be with Buck? Or would Tommy have set him free from the relationship?

See the logic here? If Buck has always been queer-coded, why did they plan to have Eddie come out? It doesn’t make any sense, UNLESS Eddie has always been queer-coded as well (whether gay, demisexual or something else).

Now, if we go back to the current story that is playing out on our screens right now. If we take the above Eddie/Tommy scenario and change it to Buck/Tommy, then it would only be logical for the second character that has also been queer-coded since season 2 (Eddie) to end up with the other queer-coded character, now established bisexual (Buck).

Whichever way you look at it, all roads eventually lead to Buddie.

Mind you, this is only my train of thought and my opinion. Also no hate on Tommy or Buck/Tommy. This is just something that has been slow cooking in my brain ever since those articles from Tim and Lou came out. Couple that with Ryan’s interview, where he clearly states that Eddie has lived a very different life from Buck. He talks about how Eddie always looks for a mom-figure for Christopher in a relationship, and that he has always lived a ‘straight’- laced life. But that he is slowly discovering parts about himself he didn’t know were there in the first place. And now with the whole ‘catholic guilt’ storyline suddenly popping up out of nowhere, it just would make so much sense for Eddie to be some flavour of queer.

It would set up such an interesting storyline for his character as well. He would potentially struggle with his feelings, a lot more than Buck ever did. He might even have problems with accepting that side of himself. But ultimately it would all come down to Buck and his feelings for him. And Eddie has always been brave, so he would eventually own up to it and tell Buck.

All of this makes so much sense to me and I can't shake it.

Tell me, am I losing my mind here? Has 911 and Buddie finally broken me beyond repair? Have I boarded the train to delulu-land? Talk to me.

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[blazinghotfoggynights]

Go ahead and convince me that is just a friendly look. 😒 I'll wait.

Last night, I clocked it but felt I overlooked something. I caught "the look" going on, but I was missing something.

This morning, I see this and i have some thoughts. What if there is a bi arc but it isn't what we've all been speculating? Like the writers of this show wouldn't love throwing curveballs.

So, give me a minute and stay with me? Okay? Just hear me out.

These two seem very familiar with each other. I don't think Hen touched Tommy, but Buck easily reaches for him and Tommy turns into the touch before even looking at Buck. Then the return touch to Buck is just as familiar. It almost screams, "Go on. Get outta here!"

What if the journey for Buck isn't figuring out he is bi? What if the journey is his being bi being revealed to his family and friends via an old fling or an ex and figuring out how he really feels about Eddie?

Also, Tommy is staring Eddie down like a starving man seeing a buffet. (We get it, Tommy. Trust me. Millions of us would be drowning in a puddle of our own drool if that man walked by, so we completely understand.) He was about to follow Eddie and walk away without sparing Buck a glance. (Which is criminal because Oliver Stark is fire!)

So here are some alternative theories that are floating around in my mind:

1-Could the revelation about Buck happen because Tommy pursues Eddie, which pisses Buck off? If Buck and Tommy had a fling, maybe Buck tries to warn Eddie against getting involved with Tommy, because Eddie has mentioned in canon he is a nester and doesn't like games or just messing around with people and Tommy isn't the type to settle down. Buck is asked how he knows, and BOOM! Bi Buck is revealed. Buck is jealous of Tommy being into Eddie. Eddie finds himself hurt that Buck never came out to him, although Buck was never in the closet, his sexuality just never came up, and jealous that Buck would be with other men, but not him.

Cue both men going on a journey of self-discovery.

2- Tommy hits on Eddie. Eddie responds positively and begins considering opening himself to the possibility of being with a man. Eddie has the bi awakening. This leads to either:

a. Eddie discovering his possible interest in men and confessing to Buck, who then tells Eddie he is bi, too, and will support him no matter what. There is eventual jealousy, realizations, etc.

or

b. Eddie discovering his possible interest in men and confessing to Buck. Eddie explores his bi side, whether it be with Tommy or just trying dating men. Buck tries to be supportive, but his inner green-eyed monster rises and makes him realize a few things about how he really sees his best friend.

(Also cue multiple new plot bunnies! 🙄🙄🙄 Stills, interviews, episodes, random posts... The bunnies are hiding everywhere!

The silver lining of all this inspiration is my creative juices have definitely been flowing like a raging river. It's helping me find my muses for my original works.)

(Thank you to everyone who has read my fics, commented, left kudos, and been supportive. You are much appreciated! 😘)

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[skyebounded]

Object Of My Desire

© Skyebounded, do not use my work, but you may share it.

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premise: Robin gets a little jealous seeing how happy you are with Eddie.

{request}: They’re hanging with the group in the woods, but Robin is jealous of Eddie and Reader? They get time alone laying in the grass talking, and Robin ends up playing with Reader’s breast, which leads to sex as they try to be quiet. But Robin keeps teasing her because she wants Eddie to hear. (TO THE ANON WHO REQUESTED, SORRY I DELETED THE REQUEST)

Warnings: Jealous Robin, oral, fingering, swearing, semi edited. 

WC: 5.9K

A/N: Hey babes, sorry this took so long, and sorry if it fucking sucks because you know it is what it is. Don’t hate me this is my first ever thing like this, so again sorry if you don’t like it. MY BESTIE TOLD ME SHE COULD REALLY TELL THAT I HAD A THING FOR EDDIE.

A special thanks to these babes for all of their help! @ccosmic-illusion​, @whotfisemi​ @anothernightsky​ @brydizzel​, @23victoria​ Thank you sweet sweet babes!

“Lovers lake, six o’clock…tell Steve and don’t be late!” 

Robin rolled her eyes, chuckling to herself as she watched Keith usher you out the forbidden front doors to Family Video, for the tenth time this week. 

You had been banned from the establishment far too many times, starting the day both Robin and Steve got the job. Each time you had managed to make Keith like you..until he didn’t, resulting in your permanent banishment. With each time you found a way in, and yet it always ended with you being shoved out the doors. 

Surprisingly he hadn’t discovered that Robin and Steve had been letting you in through the back door, and every time he asked how you passed him you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Don’t come back.” 

The doors fall shut behind Keith as he stands there, watching to make sure you got into your car and left. Sticking out your tongue at him, you promptly climb into your car and set off. You had to grab a few things for the ‘hang’ before you made your way over to Eddie’s. He had to be told physically because you knew there was no way he was going to remember the plans that were made a week ago, he never could. 

You pull your car to a stop in the parking lot of Bradley’s Big Buy, determined to gather everything you could think of to make the night's shenanigans all that much better. Grabbing a cart from the front you traipse around the supermarket, grabbing assortments of chips in every flavor that you craved, bags of marshmallows and chocolate bars, the basic essentials for smores. Swiping a few sodas off the shelves and sticking them into your cart, so focused you didn’t notice the long-haired freak approaching you. 

    “Y/n?” 

Eyes darting up to meet his tall lean figure, leaning over your very cart with a wild smile on his face. 

    “Jesus, Eddie!” Your hand finds refuge on your chest, as you try to settle your nerves. Eddie’s smile is followed by a soft chuckle, as he moves around to stand beside you. 

    “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” 

You roll your eyes, playfully shoving him away with a grunt. He barrels into the nearby shelf for dramatic effect before he's back at your side in no time. You can’t help the little laugh that escapes you at his touch for the theatrics, he always seemed to have a knack for them. 

    “It’s okay, I was actually going to come find you after this little excursion on mine,” you say with a smile. His brow shoots up, as he looks at you, confusion written all over his features. 

    “And why would you do that?” he asks, peeking through the contents of your shopping cart, grimacing at your chip selection. Picking up the different bags and exchanging them for different flavours. 

    “The lake?” you lead, wondering if it would spark any realization in that cloudy head of his. It clearly didn’t when he looked at you, brow raised higher and eyes narrowed. 

“The lake?” He repeats slowly. You could see the numerous broken gears in his head turning as he struggled to figure it out. Pushing the cart forward, Eddie in tow beside you, you reach for a box of graham crackers. 

“Yes, the lake, doofus. We made the plans last week..you said you’d bring the dr-“ eyes wide you look around quickly, dropping your voice to a low whisper, “you said you’d bring the drugs?” 

Eddie can’t help but laugh at your cautious measure, as it finally dawns on him. “Ohh, yeah I remember..I was just testing you,” he says, with no confidence in his rebuttal, and it showed. You just roll your eyes, smiling as you carry on. 

“So, you’re still coming right?” You say, glancing over at him, “it wasn’t really a question now that I think about it, nor is saying no an option, so.” 

“Well, then I guess you know my answer then…don’t you.” He offers a wink and you just smile at him, not sure how to take it. 

“Okay, perfect..so you’ve got the goods then?” 

Snagging some other necessities, matches, fire sticks. Once you’re content with the items in your cart, you stop and turn to Eddie, eyes staring up at him expectantly. 

    “Yeah, I’ve got it. It’s at my trailer.” Eddie pushes you aside, now taking the cart from you as he pushes it towards the registers. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, I’ve got it.” 

He helps you unload the items onto the belt, standing there watching as you pay for the items before he helps you carry the bags off. 

    “Do you want to just ride with me, we can head off to the lake right after we hit up the trailer?” 

He wasn’t really asking, because he had already started to load the bags into his van, opening the passenger door for you. 

    “Yeah, I guess,” you chuckle. 

******

Never again would you ride anywhere with Eddie Munson. You clung to the side of the door, as he cut corners, and ran through the stop lights. In all honesty, you weren’t convinced that he even had a driver's license, something he and Robin had in common if that was the case. As soon as he pulled into his home, you made a show of it, throwing yourself down to the grass, “Oh sweet sweet land! I will never take you for granted again!” 

You don’t miss the roll of Eddie’s eyes, as he makes his way around the car, thinking that by some chance you had fallen, only to see that you had done so on purpose. 

    “Ha ha ha” he teases, holding his hand out for you to take, only to pull it away when you reach for it. 

    “Well, now that's just rude, Munson.” 

Soft chuckles escape him, as he makes his way inside, emerging before you have even had the chance to follow. Carrying his little tin ‘drug’ box that he carried almost everywhere. 

    “Tada,” he exclaims, holding it up triumphantly. “Let's go!” 

He climbs back into the van, waiting for you to reluctantly climb in as well before he’s peeling out down the road once more. Despite his loud music and the hectic driving, you didn’t mind being in the car with him, in fact, you quite enjoyed his company. You had been extremely pleased when he finally gave in and started hanging out with you, Steve and Robin, he added a new aspect to the group that you didn’t even know you had been lacking, and you were grateful that he did. 

           “You look scared,” he points out, the subtlest smirk on his face as he cuts yet another corner. The dumbfounded look on your face wasn’t missed by him at all, if anything it earned a little laugh from him. 

           “Yeah well, you drive like a headless chicken! Do you even have your license, Munson?” Gasping as you see a squirrel rush onto the road, whilst Eddie expertly maneuvers around it. 

           “Eh, technically no,” he grimaces, his eyes trained on you instead of on the road like they should be. Nothing but panic sets into you, clinging tighter to the handle of the door.

    “Well that’s not unsettling in the slightest!” you gripe. He just chuckles, turning his attention back to the road. “You’re completely safe in my hands,” he winks. 

As much as you would like to think that you were, you seriously doubted it. You wanted to screw your eyes shut, but you knew that if you did, there was a chance that you would never be allowed the luxury of opening them ever again. Only when the van pulled to a complete stop, and Eddie climbed out of the car, did you exhale the breath that you had been holding onto. He could call you dramatic all he wanted but you knew the truth, you had nearly witnessed your own death, and lived to tell the tale. 

Clamoring out of the vehicle, completely unaware that just across the way, Robin and Steve sat comfortably in the confines of Steve’s car, waiting for the rest of you. Stumbling over to Eddie to give him a shove at a smartass comment he had made. 

Robin didn't have to say much, not to say that she didn’t say anything, but it wasn't needed, not when the look on her face said enough. Steve could tell without a doubt that something was bothering her, and when he followed her eyesight straight to you, he had an inkling as to what it was. Robin hadn’t disclosed anything regarding the nature of the relationship between the two of you, all Steve knew was that she had somewhat of a crush on you, not the fact that you two had been casually dating for some weeks now. 

    “Why is she with Munson?” Robin gripes. Steve could hear the discontent in her tone, the way she said Eddie’s name like it was something utterly foul. She had nothing against Eddie, in fact she liked him a lot, but when it came to seeing you with him, well things were slightly different.

     “You okay,” Steve asks, his brow arched ever so slightly. 

Robin doesn’t respond, far too focused on the exchanges going on between you and Eddie, every little laugh, and longing looks that you shared. 

    “What are they even laughing at? It can’t be that funny..Right?” she says hopefully, her eyes glued to you. Steve shrugs, watching along with her, “What’s going on with you and her?” He asks, using his best ‘I don't really care I’m just curious’ tone of voice. Steve had always been respectful of Robin’s exploits, despite being more than curious, but when it came to you, he wanted to know more. Perhaps it was simply because he wanted to be supportive, but also the fact that if his intuitions were correct, there was something more here than meets the eye, something that Robin hadn’t bothered to share with him. 

    “Nothing, nothing, I'm good.” 

Noticing them sitting in the car, you rush over, reaching for the door handle to the passenger's side, as you drag Robin out of the car. 

    “You made it!” you remark, pulling her into a hug.

    “Yeah, I made it too,” Steve adds, leaning against his car. 

Your eyes dart over to him, rolling them at his obvious remark. “I can see that Steve, I am so glad” your tone laced in sarcasm. Pulling away from Robin, you wouldn’t have even been able to tell that just moments ago she had been upset, because now, the largest grim took over her glossed lips. It was taking a lot from you not to just lean in and kiss her, but you knew that you couldn’t, not here, not in front of everyone. 

It was a decision that both of you had made, no one was to know the nature of your relationship, not until you both were ready to share it. It had been Robin’s initially, you weren’t entirely sure why, perhaps it was because you were her first, but regardless you respected it all. You were more than happy to have her all to yourself without others weighing in. The only problem was times like this when you wanted to shower her in kisses, but you couldn’t, it was painfully annoying. 

Giving her a wink, you drag her with you towards Eddie’s van. “I missed you,” you say, just quiet enough for her and only her to hear. You watch as her smile grows, the subtlest hints of pink rushing to her pale cheeks. Pulling open the back of the van, you start to grab out the bags of groceries, handing her some of them. Looking back at the boys, you could see Steve nonverbally begging for someone to need him, to get him away from Eddie. 

    “Steve, are you just going to stand there or help us?” 

    “Yeah Steve, we need a big strong man to help us carry all this shit,” Robin adds, the mockery clear in her tone. He rolls his eyes as he makes his way over to you, running his hand through his perfect hair. 

    “I knew you needed me, Robin, you can joke all you want but I know the truth.” 

You gesture for him to grab the blankets, and the few remaining bags, light stuff just as a show to say ‘we don't really need you Steve’ but you’re not sure he catches on. 

You throw all of the items down on a little spot next to a fire pit, deciding to leave the rest of it to the boys to set up. Clawing off your clothes, leaving you in nothing but your bra and panties, you turn to Robin, who was starting to physically look ill. You had never specified whether or not swimsuits were needed, and you figured there was no need to bring one, not to the lake with friends, so you didn’t, and as far as it seemed, neither did anyone else. 

    “What?” 

You couldn’t help the butterflies erupting in your stomach as you watched Robin completely malfunction at the sight of you, her mouth agape, eyes wide and glued to you, not to mention the awkward stance that she was in, she looked mesmerizing. 

    “No-nothing.” she stutters. 

You chuckle to yourself, making your way slowly over to Robin, gesturing for her to lift her arms, which she does. Quickly you help her take her shirt off, completely oblivious to the fact that both Eddie and Steve were absolutely gawking at the pair of you, standing side by side saying nothing. 

    “Okay,” you smile. It takes her a few moments until she’s climbed out of her clothes and is just as exposed as you are. Now it was your turn to silently admire her, standing before you. You could feel the heat rushing through you, straight to your face. You couldn’t lie, she was perfect. You had never seen her like this before, it was new, but boy was it now one of your favorite things to see. The red matching set was the perfect contrast to her pale skin or the way that it hugged her so nicely without being too provocative. If it wasn’t for someone clearing their throat, you would have forgotten that anyone was actually there. 

Reluctantly pulling your eyes from her, you glance back at the boys, who were both struggling to hide the fact that they had been staring the entire time. 

    “Are we all just going to stand here or are we going to go swimming?” you remark, grabbing Robin’s hand and dragging her down into the lake with you. 

****

The sun had already started to set as Eddie snuck up behind you, taking advantage of you being utterly distracted by Robin, and wrapped his arm around your waist, heaving you out of the water in one fell swoop. 

    “Edward, you better put me down!” You yell, doing your best to pry loose from him, only to come up short when he throws you into the water just beside him. You clamor to the surface, spitting the water that you had managed to inhale in the process before your gaze fell on Eddie. The smile that was on his lips was slowly fading as he could see the look of warning on yours. 

    “Hey..hey it was just a joke,” he argues, slowly backing up from you, hands held high as a sign of surrender. It took you no time to pounce on him, knocking him back into the water with a thud. 

Steve slowly approaches Robin, who was watching closely as you and Eddie wrestled in the water. She couldn’t help the fall of her face, nor the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach. 

    “Robin?” Steve’s voice is soft as he looks at her, and then to where she was so obviously staring. “Wanna tell me what's going on with you and y/n?” 

Robin slowly turns to look at him, debating on whether or not she should, but ultimately she needed to tell him and she knew it. 

    “We’ve been seeing each other for a month now, and I really like her, but so does everyone else, and I feel like sooner or later she's going to realize that, and then I’m not going to be good enough for her anymore, I mean look at her, she’s perfect and stunning, and funny, and she seems to get along really well with Munson, which I mean makes sense because he's great too, but then there is me, and I thought that she likes me but now I'm not so sure, and I am trying not to be jealous of it but I really can’t so that’s unfortunate.” She sighs heavily, and Steve can't help but wonder if she had even taken a breath through it all. 

“Oh and not to mention, I know it's only been a month but I can feel myself falling for her so quickly and that's scary because what if she doesn't feel the same at all, and Steve I am panicking so hard right now that I really don't know what to do.” 

Steve’s eyes widen, trying to process everything and formulate a response all at the same time. He quickly looks over at you and Eddie, who he can’t deny, do look all over each other, before he’s back to looking at Robin. 

    “Hey, listen. She likes you, I’ve seen it, she was so excited to see you today, and I know you probably didn’t notice but she was mesmerized by you only a few moments ago when you two were, weirdly stripping down. I don’t think that you have anything to worry about. You are amazing and I know she sees it, and even if she doesn’t someone else will, I promise.”  he smiles. 

Robin looks back at you, taking in what it was that Steve was saying. She badly wanted to believe him, but seeing the way you and Eddie were all over each other, laughing, acting like you two were the only ones in the world, she just couldn’t. She hated that she was feeling this way, insecure, and like she meant nothing to you, which most definitely was not the case, but she didn’t know that. Robin wasn’t usually a jealous person, but when it came to you, everything was different. 

She managed to pull her gaze away from you, trudging out of the water and back towards the woods where everything was set up for camp, ignoring the way Steve called after her. Robin sat down in the grass, cursing to herself over it all. She felt unbelievably stupid. 

Noticing she was gone, you rush from the water, keen on finding where she had wandered off too, completely unaware that the boys were hot on your heels the entire time. You spot her, sitting down on one of the blankets you had brought, her t-shirt covering her form, that you can’t lie, wished wasn’t covered. The skip of your heart when you stop to just admire her, wondering how someone could be so perfect. If things were different, you would rush up to her and kiss her, letting everyone know that she was yours, but instead you just casually make your way over to her, throwing yourself down onto the blanket next to her. 

    “Hey you, why’d you leave me out there by myself?” you joke, nudging her shoulder playfully. You could tell that something seemed off, the way she was acting quieter than usual or the inability to meet your gaze when she spoke. 

    “Hey, sorry,” she huffs, she flops down on her back pinching the bridge of her nose as her eyes fall closed. You watch as the boys start to build up the fire, more so Steve than Eddie. Lying on your back next to Robin, you turn to her, your hand slowly inching towards her, but she moves hers away. Unsure if she did it on purpose, you bring yours back to your side. 

    “Are you okay?” You ask. 

Robin begins to nod quickly, clearly trying to end the conversation before it's even begun. 

    “Yeah, I’m great!” she says, her voice getting slightly higher in pitch as she spoke. You just hum along, not wanting to push her, even though you know there was clearly something bothering her. 

    “Y/n! Where is the bag for all of the chips?” Eddie sings out. Sighing heavily you yell back at him “In the back of the van you dumbass!” 

Eddie ruffles around in the back of the van, throwing unnecessary items out into the open woods. 

    “Nope! Not here!” 

You groan, looking back at Robin with an apologetic smile, pulling yourself to your feet as you rush over to him. Reaching inside you move a few random things that he had resting in there, to reveal the bags of chips that you assured him were there. 

    “Told you,” you say smugly. 

Eddie cups your cheeks, leaning down like he was about to kiss you. 

“How did you do that you witch?” he jokes. 

“I just looked properly, dummy.” 

Eddie just hums, his eyes boring into yours as he leans closer planting a small friendly kiss on your nose. 

    “Thank you!” 

Robin’s stomach drops, and her blood begins to boil as she watches the pair of you. You weren’t hers, it wasn’t like you owed her anything, but this felt too far, it felt like a kick in the gut and it hurt. She didn’t want to be there to see whatever was unfolding. She drags herself from the blanket, slipping on her shoes as she heads off deeper into the woods, needing to just get away, and clear her head, ignoring the way that Steve calls after her.

    “Robin?” Steve calls out, heading off towards her. You pull away from Eddie and push past Steve, shooting him a look, a warning that you would deal with it. “Robin!” you call racing after her, close on her heel until you grab her arm and spin her around to face you. 

    “Hey, what's going on?” you ask, searching her eyes desperately for an answer. She closes her eyes, squeezing them tightly before she opens them once more to look at you.     

    “I really like you, and I don’t know what to do about it because you and Eddie seem like you’d make a really cute couple or something like that, and I don’t want to come between that because you guys are always so happy when you’re together, always laughing and smiling, and I am so desperately trying not to be jealous about it, but it's really hard when I have these strong feelings for you, so I removed myself that way I didn’t have to see it, and I’m sorry but I don’t know what to do right now-”

Before she can finish what you assume was going to be a much longer rant, you silence her, pressing your lips firmly against hers. The very thing you’d been dying to do all day long. It takes her a moment to ease into the kiss but once she does, she's all over you. Her hand comes up to cradle the side of your face, her thumb brushing over your cheek lightly, and her tongue moves delicately against yours. You let out the slightest moan at the feeling and Robin can’t hide the smile at the sound. 

You reluctantly pull away from her for a moment, your lips still hovering over hers.

    “I really like you too, and only you.” you breathe, pulling back just slightly to look in her eyes. You watch as they trace over the features of your face, her gaze now resting on your swollen lips. 

    “Really?” she asks, a hopeful look in her eye. 

    “Yes! For crying out loud I have only been able to think about kissing you all day…and other things” you whisper seductively. Robin doesn’t know what came over her, but hearing you say that drove her wild. It was a matter of seconds before her lips were on yours once more, but this time with fervor. Robin backs you up against the nearest tree, carefully not to trip over anything in the process, which you have to say was a rather large accomplishment considering how clumsy she usually was. 

Back hitting the rough bark, you let out a gasp at the abrupt feeling. Robin’s hands slowly start to caress your exposed skin. Trailing up your sides slowly, gently. Your hands eagerly find her hair, tangling your fingers in the locks as you pull her, urging her to do more, to kiss you harder. Robin’s hand finds your lace-covered breast, her index tracing the delicate pattern, completely aware that she was toying with your nipple that sat just below the fabric. Moaning against her lips as soon as her hand cups your breast, kneading it in her palm. Robin bites down on your bottom lip, giving it a slight tug as she pulls back from you ever so slightly.  

    “So have I…I can’t stop thinking about how good you taste.” 

You can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks at her words, your eyes widening and your pulse hastening. It was drawing on you knowing that you wanted nothing more than for her to do just that. 

“Well stop thinking about it, and do it,” you remark with a smirk. 

The shock on Robin’s face wears off quickly, and the biggest grin forms on her perfectly pink lips. She kisses you again, this time it's slower, softer, and at the same time, hungry, and needy. Swiping her tongue over your bottom lip, coaxing you to open your mouth and let her in, which you do happily. 

You find it hard to focus when you feel her hand slip down the front of your panties, her deft fingers toying with your folds, collecting your slick, her knee pushing your thighs further apart. She revels in the soft moans you press against her lips as her fingers start to brush against your clit, eagerly pushing your hips into her hand, seeking out more friction.  

    “Robin, please,” you breathe.

A sharp gasp falls from you as soon as you feel two of her digits push into your core, slowly bringing them to pump on and out of you. Robin's mouth is quick to stray from yours, finding purpose as she kisses down the side of your neck, desperately restraining herself from marking you up, trailing her soft lips over your collarbone and down your chest, over the curvature of your breasts. 

“Is it okay if I take these off?” Robin gestures down towards your panties just before her eager eyes meet yours. 

“Well most people normally ask before they slip their hands down someone else’s pants, but…” You joke, a small grin on your face.  

She removes her hand, and you whimper at the loss, her face falling slightly. You could tell that she was feeling a little embarrassed, which you couldn’t help but chuckle at. 

“No Robin, I am just joking! Please..please don’t stop, I promise that it's okay….” you lean closer to her, your lips ghosting over her neck. 

“Everything you do is okay,” you say, planting a kiss against her skin, working a small welt into the crook of her neck. You grab her hand, guiding it back down to your panties, helping her to loop her fingers around the band resting comfortably on your waist. She quickly gets the hint. Wasting no time, she lowers herself to her knees, pulling them down with her and tossing them to the side. Her fingers come back to you, gliding through your folds, collecting your arousal. You feel your walls clench around nothing but the air, desperately begging for her to do more.  

“You’re already so wet,” she remarks, looking up at you with a smile. 

“Usually am when it comes to you,” you pant, your heart rate rising at the sound of her voice, and the filthy words she uttered. Robin feels the blush rushing to her cheeks. “Oh.” Her lips purse and her eyes widen. She brings her fingers to her lips, before letting her tongue run over them. “So sweet,” she remarks. She leans forward, grabbing one of your legs to slink it over her shoulder, as she brings her mouth inches from your now bare heat. 

She looks up at you searching for some consent. Nodding, you give her the push she needs. Your anticipation is high as you take in the sight before you, Robin perched on her knees in front of you, eager for the slightest taste of you. Robin’s mouth practically watering at the sight of your dripping cunt. She licks her lips quickly. Robin’s fingers sink into your center, slowly beginning to toy with that spot inside you. Your walls clench around them, desperate to keep them deeply buried inside you. 

Your head falls back against the tree, a sigh of pleasure leaving you as soon as you feel her tongue glide along you, flicking over your sensitive clit. 

    “Fuck, Robin” you groan, your voice already hoarse. 

You try to find anything you can to anchor yourself to reality as you focus on Robin and the licking, sucking, and the way she was devouring your pleasure for her own. Her eyes find yours one more, as her tongue your best swirls around your clit, coaxing those sweet sweet sounds from you, the very ones that she loves hearing. You on the other hand, throw your hand over your mouth, doing your best to hide the sinful sounds. You didn’t want the boys to hear you and come looking for you, ruining your high in the process. Robin notices, pulling away from you momentarily. 

    “Don’t cover up those beautiful sounds, I want to hear them.”

Robin had her motives for telling you not to hide them, part of it was because a small part of her wanted Eddie to hear you, to know that she was the one that's making you feel good and not him, and the other part of her wanted to hear them strictly for her pleasure. Pressing your lips into a firm line you remove your hand, nodding softly. 

    “Good girl.” 

Her mouth is back on you in a flash throwing you back into the thralls of pleasure, her tongue lapping at you before she's sucking on your clit once more, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. It was enough to render your legs weak. Robin was determined to push you over the edge, to make you moan and squirm all by her hand and mouth. Your hand finds her hair, tugging on it every time she brushes that spot inside you, or every time a wave of euphoric bliss washes over you. 

The moans fall freely from your lips now, not bothering to hide the sounds that escape you this time. You can’t help the involuntary grind of your hips against her mouth, so focused on the tight coiling sensation building in your abdomen. 

    “Just like that Robin, don’t stop please, god don’t stop..” 

Her piercing blue eyes find yours in the chaos as she increases her speed, her fingers curling inside of you perfectly, brushing against that spot that makes you sing. It's only a matter of moments until your orgasm rolls in, the coiling in your stomach bursting. A loud and sinful moan leaves your lips as your head falls back against the tree once more. This time you couldn’t care less who heard you, not when you were feeling so good. Your legs tremble, ready to give at any second, but Robin keeps you steady with a firm hand. She removes her mouth, tongue brushing over her swollen lips, savoring the last remnants of you. Her fingers still thrusting in and out of you, letting you ride out your high while she watched in awe of you, her eyes trained on your blissed-out face. 

A few more strokes of her fingers until she's pulling them out, sticking them into her mouth to clean them off. 

    “Delicious,” she moans. 

She lets your leg down, standing up before you, careful to hold onto you to keep you steady. Your pupils are blown, as you start to come down from your haze. You go to move forward, eager to return the favor when you hear the loud steps of the boys coming. You quickly grab your panties, slipping them, completely unaware that they were inside out the entire time. Eddie and Steve come into full view. The blush creeps to your cheeks as the embarrassment seeps into you. 

    “Are you okay? We heard some sounds?” Eddie pipes up, looking between the both of you with a brow raised. Looking at Robin, you try to bite back the smile that grows on your lips. 

    “Yeah, we’re good,” you say, still trying to recover your breath. 

    “Really good, right y/n,” Robin chimes in. 

It took Steve one glance at Robin to gather a strong idea of what had actually happened, and once he does a grin grows on his face. Eddie gives a skeptical look at the pair of you, his eyes landing on you as he quickly looks you up and down.

    “Your underwear is inside out just so you know,” he says. 

Your hands fall to cover yourself much to your dismay. Steve grabs Eddie by the shoulder pulling him away.

    “Come on Eddie, I think I smell something burning.” You chuckle at Steve’s poor attempt at an excuse, but secretly you thank him for it. As soon as the boys are out of sight, you grab Robin’s hand, pulling her body against yours as you wrap your arms around her. 

    “I have a confession to make?” 

    “Oh?” Robin says, brow raised.

     “I know we said that we wanted to keep this a secret, but I have to be honest with you…. I told Eddie the moment we kissed for the first time.” 

Robin’s eyes grow wider in confusion as she tries to figure out exactly what you meant by it all. 

    “Wait what?” 

    “Eddie has been one of my closest friends ever since we were children, that's why we are so close, and I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you because I could sense that it's been bothering you, but I promise you have nothing to worry about, he is just a friend and only a friend, you’re my girlfriend.” 

You press your lips together to silence yourself. Neither of you had discussed labels and what you were to each other, but it was something that you wanted, you wanted to be able to call Robin your girlfriend, and to tell everyone. 

    “Your girlfriend?” Robin starts, “Is that what I am, your girlfriend?” 

    “I would like you to be? I mean I would actually love it, and I mean we wouldn’t have to tell everyone, but maybe just our friends, but I mean, I don’t know if it can go without you being mine for much longer.”    

You watch as the biggest smile takes over Robin’s face, grinning ear to ear at the thought. 

    “I would love that actually,” Robin giggles. 

    “Yeah?” 

    “Yeah!” 

Cupping her cheeks you pull her into a kiss, soft and slow before you begin to pepper her face in them, listening to the way she just chuckles softly, enjoying the few minutes of peace that you assuredly would have before the boys came looking for you once more.

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Another Steve Has seizures idea,

Steve has a seizure around the party, but the symptoms lead everyone to assume he's getting vecnaed

Vecna is back. 

Eddie didn’t want to believe it. He really didn’t. It’s been six months since they saved the world and everyone (including Eleven,) had promised them that Vecna was dead. The upside down was permanently closed, there were no secret government experimenters trying to reopen it, and there were certainly no evil wizards using telekinesis to kill wayward teens. 

Evidently, Eddie thought, they were wrong. 

Everyone was chilling at Family Video, which rarely got any customers these days, since the earthquake, but still somehow managed to stay open. Robin had been named manager (after Keith packed up and left with his mom) and she let the party go wild in the isles as long as they put everything back. 

Steve had started cosmetology school a month prior and spent his entire shift attempting (and failing) to memorize all the different names of hair textures. He had his sparkly pink Lisa Frank notebook near the cash register, aggressively running his hands through his wilted hair. Steve already had trouble with reading, adding letters and numbers together seemed to be the worst possible thing for him. He had called Robin crying multiple nights just this week about how stressful it had been for him. Eddie only knew this because he got Steve high yesterday and a high Steve is an oversharing Steve. It’s the only reason Eddie knew anything about the aforementioned ex-king of Hawkins high. 

A high Steve was also a really cuddly Steve, which would have been a good thing (because Eddie had been drowning himself in his gay pining since Steve carried him out of the upside down) except Jonathan had been there, and for some reason, high Steve loved cuddling with Jonathan more than anyone else, so Eddie had to seeth in the corner until Jonathan had to leave. 

Eddie was still very jealous about it, much to Robin’s amusement. 

“You feeling better now?” Robin whispered. Eddie was hiding behind one of the racks, watching Erica try to climb up Steve’s legs and onto his shoulders (he pretended not to notice her, continuing to furiously write in his notebook, which she had gifted him for his birthday.)

“Fucking Jonathan.” Eddie spat. 

Jonathan, acting like the innocent asshole he was, didn’t notice Eddie’s glaring. He was sitting in the corner on a beanbag Argyle had made. (Yeah, made, because Argyle knew how to do everything. Half of Eddie’s new furniture was hand-crafted by Argyle.) and Eddie was doing his best to send laser beams in Jonathan’s direction. 

“Yeah, I thought so.” Robin nodded, shelving some tapes to his left as if Eddie wasn’t planning a murder in his head. 

“Steve really likes romcoms,” Robin says after a moment, making Eddie turn his head to her in confusion. She continued shelving. “and I gave him tomorrow off, so…” she pursed her lips. 

It takes Eddie a second to understand what she’s hinting at him. 

“Fuck,” he cursed quickly, arms raised. “I don’t even know what a rom-com is, you couldn’t have given me a warning?” He hissed, waving his hand at her. 

He pushed her to the side and ran down the hall to search the shelves for whatever a romcom might look like. His brain went a mile a minute. Robin had given Eddie the perfect opportunity to seduce Steve, and he couldn’t waste it. 

Eddie went down his mental checklist as he skimmed the tapes. He knew what Steve’s favorite snacks were because he asked all the teens and wrote down every single thing Steve has been eating of his own free will since they started hanging out. He had a chart from perceived most enjoyed to perceived least enjoyed. So he knew he could run to the store and pick some up. Eddie also had to wash all the blankets in his government-assigned house so he and Steve could settle on the floor since Steve preferred watching tv on the floor surrounded by soft things (which Eddie learned from Robin) and Steve also liked painting his nails, (Eddie learned from Nancy) and Eddie could totally go buy nail polish that wasn’t black before tomorrow. Maybe he would be able to hold Steve’s hand. Eddie almost spontaneously combusts at the idea of it. 

They could hang out alone, and Eddie wouldn’t invite Jonathan so maybe Steve would cuddle with Eddie instead of fucking Jonathan. 

“I need- I need to prepare-“ Eddie hissed under his breath, frantically throwing the horror tapes off the shelf as he saw them since he knew they weren’t romcoms, which meant they had no use to him whatsoever. Eddie sent Robin a scathing look. 

“This was your warning.” Robin rolled her eyes, stooping down to pick up the tapes Eddie kept tossing to the floor. “You better not damage these, dingus.”  

“Shit! Shit, shit.” Eddie cursed. 

He almost steps on Dustin, who was laying like a starfish on the dirty carpeted floor, reciting the entire Monsters & Treasure booklet (from the dungeons and dragons box set published in 1974) to Max, who had stopped paying attention and had music blaring on her headphones so loud you could easily hear it from a mile away. She’s gotten into Screamo recently. Eddie knew this because Max’s trailer also went down in the earthquake so their government-assigned houses were right next to each other, and Lucas had bought Max a very high-quality loudspeaker as a moving-in present. Despite Steve acting like Max’s guardian, she still was an emancipated minor and got to live in that house all alone. The noise probably helped with the loneliness. 

++++++

The entire group was spending the day at the abandoned Family Video, making for a cramped and hectic environment. Lucas and Will were yelling at each other as Mike timed them with his stopwatch. They were, Eddie thought, having a contest to see who could keep five tapes stacked on their head the longest. Eleven and Max already lost five minutes ago. Eddie is pretty sure Eleven made Mike lose, but he would never admit to it. 

He gave her a high-five anyways. 

And of course, (evil) Jonathan and Argyle were smoking on the beanbags. Eddie should ask Argyle if he had a particular champurrado recipe. Steve loved anything Argyle made. 

It was driving Eddie insane, actually. He would change his entire personality for Steve to talk to him for even a minute, which Eddie has been advised by both Dustin and Robin not to do, Including begging Argyle to teach him how to make Steve’s favorite beverage. Steve talked to Eddie plenty, Robin always said. Dustin, who was the first to know about Eddie’s crush, kept giving him talks about being himself. 

To Eddie’s right as he hurriedly perused their meager movie selection, Nancy started a very passionate conversation with Eleven about the current downfall of the education system. She started working for a local newspaper after she graduated (every senior from this year graduated without having to actually finish the year since the earthquake had destroyed half the school and killed four teachers.) and Nancy’s current article was about how terrible the education system was becoming. Eleven, who knows very little about what the education system even is, very readily riled Nancy up. 

When Eddie looked back at this moment, Steve’s reaction would make a lot of sense. 

Armed with a load of movies, Eddie approached Robin once more. He had chosen Sixteen Candles, Footloose, Splash, Grease,  Moonstruck, Risky Business, Dirty Dancing, and Pretty in Pink. Some of them looked vaguely familiar.

 “I don’t even know if these are rom-coms, but he can choose the ones he likes the most,” Eddie said, dropping the tapes at Robin’s feet. She tutted at him in disapproval. 

“Are these not romcoms?” Eddie asked after a second, stress in his eyes. 

She crossed her arms, looking up at him. “He’s my best friend.” She stated calmly, “I gotta make you put in the effort. I can't help you.” 

 “What? What?” Eddie yelled, “That’s not how that works-“ 

“Steve?” Erica yelled over the cacophony of noise. “Steve, this isn’t funny.” 

Of course, everyone turns to their resident babysitter. 

Steve stood behind the counter with his notebook where he had been all day, only now he had his hands clenched at his side and his eyes were rolling back in his skull. Erica stood by his side pulling at his knitted sweater. 

The shock of it means that it takes a second for everyone to process what’s happening. To look at him and remember what it means. In Eddie’s head, Chrissy flashes through his mind. 

In less than a second, there is uproar and panic. 

“Steve!” 

Dustin is up, climbing over the counter and hitting Steve’s shoulders before anyone else makes it to him. 

“He’s not waking up!” Dustin shrieks, shaking him harder. 

“I thought Vecna was dead? You said he was dead!” Lucas had his hands on his head, the tapes dropping. He rushed to them and stood a few feet back from where everyone had crowded around Steve in a convoluted circle, all crawling over fallen objects to grab him. 

 “He is dead!” Will yelled back, “I can't feel him.” Will put a hand to his neck. Jonathan clutched at Argyle like the world was about to end, and at the moment, it definitely felt like it was. 

“Then how is Steve getting Vecnaed right now?” Nancy snatched Max’s headphones, the most level-headed of them all, a plan already forming in her head.

 “What’s his favorite song? Max, where's your list?” 

Robin and Eddie ran behind the counter to Steve’s back, Robin grabbing Steve’s shirt and Eddie holding his shoulders in the hopes of keeping him from floating. Eddie wasn’t a religious man, but he did start praying to whatever being out there that might be strong enough to stop it. 

They had finished it. 

The upside down wasn’t supposed to come back. They had done everything that needed to be done. They were supposed to be safe. Safe. And now Eddie was going to lose Steve. Vecna was back, and Eddie was going to lose Steve. 

In the back of the store was a box of tapes with everyone’s favorite songs in them. Max has a list written on her arm in sharpie, constantly updated and improved. It seemed silly to them at first, since the upside down could not hurt them, but they all dutifully helped her keep the list going just in case. Just in case. 

Eddie, with shaking hands, lifts Max’s blue sleeve to find Steve’s name in purple marker. He shouts the name and watches helplessly as Nancy dashes into the back room to grab the tape, somehow running with heels in like they were sneakers. Nancy rushes back within seconds and jams the tape into Max’s Walkman. 

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) plays on the loudest volume as Eddie grapples with the headphones and puts them on Steve’s head, mumbling prayers the entire time. 

“You can’t die or I’ll kill you,” Robin cries, holding onto Steve’s arms.

 In moments, the entire group is in tears as they wait for Steve to fight his way out, shouting encouragement. The sinking feeling in Eddie’s gut spread to the rest of his body. If Steve survived, that wasn’t the end of it. They would all be forced once more into fighting whatever nightmare the upside down concocted. What if they didn’t survive this time? Eddie, Steve, and Max almost didn’t make it last time. Max lost her mom and Lucas and Erica lost their dad in the earthquake. Who else would they lose? What if Eddie lost Wayne? What if the entire party died in the process? 

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight.

Goes the crackling headphones. Eddie could feel the warmth of Steve’s skin from where he held him. What if this was the last time he saw Steve alive? Their last conversation was Eddie making fun of his notebook (because Eddie flirts like a prepubescent teenager, he hates himself for it.) 

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?

Finally, Steve opens his eyes. 

The panic gives way to joyous shouting. Robin and Eddie grab at Steve’s arms, leaning on him in relief. Erica wouldn’t admit it later on, but she starts crying.  

“Steve!” Dustin yelled, holding Steve’s collar. He was still standing on the counter. “Why didn’t you tell us? You could have died!” 

Steve squinted at Dustin, eyes furrowing. He didn’t come out of it the way Max had- alert and scared out of her mind, but lucid. Steve’s eyes were blurred over and he moved slowly like he didn’t know where he was. Eddie could see Max crossing her arms, questioning something. 

Steve opens his mouth, but anything he would have said gets hidden under the onslaught of questions the party starts asking. When did you start getting visions? Is Vecna back? Is the upside down still here? What did you see? Why didn’t you tell us? You could have died, Steve. 

Eddie feels Steve’s body stiffen, his breath quickening. 

 With incredible strength, Steve pushes both Robin and Eddie away, stepping back. His eyes frantically switched from face to face, his shoulders rising and falling. 

This definitely looked nothing like when Max got possessed. 

Steve’s quivering hands grab at his own sweater like it was suffocating him, and before anyone can say anything else, his eyes are rolling back in his head again. 

++++++

The frenzy takes about ten minutes to die down. It’s full of so much confused screaming and crying that Eddie thinks he blocked most of it out. In that time, Steve ends up falling on the floor and Max is the one smart enough to tilt him to the side so he won’t choke. When Steve wakes up the second time, he’s so confused that nothing he says makes any sense phonetically. Steve, unable to handle all the yelling around him, backs himself into a corner and hides his face in his knees until Eddie realizes the noise is making it worse. He throws a computer against the wall to get everyone to shut up (since yelling over them didn’t work.)

“Everyone calm down.” Eddie placed himself in front of Steve, forcing everyone to back up. The aggressive computer breaking had very quickly quieted the room. 

“He’s awake. He’s scared. Get him some water, Byers. Wait no- not Byers. Robin.” Eddie didn’t want Jonathan to win any Steve points, “Water.” 

“On it.” She says, wiping her nose with her sleeve. They were all shaken up and teary-eyed in fear. Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if at least three of them had an aneurysm. 

“Red, keep the Walkman close. Let’s wait for him.” Eddie said, ignoring the shaking of his hands. 

They wait with bated breath. After about five minutes, Steve lifts his head, squinting red filmed eyes at them. 

Dustin is, of course, the first one to start talking again. 

“Is Vecna back? What did you see?” Before Eddie can reprimand him with a swift kick to the shins, Steve rubs his hands over his face and sighs. 

“It wasn’t Vecna.” He whispers slowly.”I was… I was having a seizure. That’s it.” 

Visible confusion falls on the crowding group. 

“You were getting possessed!” Dustin corrected, finally jumping off the countertop. “Your eyes were rolling back and you were standing like Max did-“ Dustin waved an arm. 

“Yeah, a seizure.” Steve placed his forehead back on his knees like he usually did when he had a migraine. Eddie walks to the light switches and turns off a few of them. Not dark enough to panic anyone, but so it isn’t going to irritate Steve’s head more with unnecessary brightness. There was plenty of light coming from the floor-to-ceiling windows. 

Eddie blinks, sitting criss-cross on the floor in front of Steve’s wilted form. 

“You've done this before?” Eddie asks as gently as he can. 

“That wasn’t a seizure!” Dustin yells. Eddie doesn't see it, but he hears Dustin’s small oomf as a projectile hits him. 

“It was,” Steve sighs, not looking up at them. Robin comes in with her water, sitting next to Steve’s side but not touching him, the water in her lap. 

“It’s called a complex partial seizure.” He explains, voice still slow and slurred a little. “It’s really subtle, most of the time. I’ve been having them for years. You said my eyes rolled back, that’s another thing that happens, but it also could be just me staring into space, or picking at my clothes, or smacking my lips a lot.” 

“I just thought you stimmed.” Robin inched closer to him. He doesn’t look up at anyone, but he wraps his arm around her shoulders. She hands him the water. His fist doesn’t properly latch on to it so Robin helps him take a sip. 

“No, it’s a seizure. Sometimes I’ll get really confused or scared because I won’t remember where I am or what I’m doing right away,” Steve explained, taking another sip of the water. His voice started coming out faster, more aware of himself. “So you guys suddenly grabbing and shouting about me dying scared me, sometimes that can cause another one.” He looked down like he was embarrassed about it, for some reason. 

The entire group looked properly chastised despite the fact that Steve definitely wasn’t mad at them and was only looking to inform them so they wouldn’t have that kind of scare again. They all start murmuring apologies. Eddie could practically see everyone trying to wrack their memories for other instances where Steve did this sort of thing. He thought about it too and came up blank. 

“I would have told you if I thought they looked like I was getting possessed,” Steve said, which begged the question of why he didn’t tell them before. He’s been having them for years, he said. Surely, he trusted them, right? Why wouldn’t he have said anything? How did no one notice? The party was so close to each other, yet somehow even Eddie had missed this. Part of him felt a bit ashamed at that notion. Looking behind him, he wasn’t the only one. 

“I’m just really tired,” Steve said once he got everyone to stop apologizing to him. He looked a little annoyed about it. 

“Eddie can drive you home,” Robin demanded. She stood up and forced everyone to get out of their crowded circle around Steve. Dustin and Erica help Steve stand up, much to Steve’s displeasure, and Jonathan and Argyle start quietly picking up the broken computer. Woops. 

Handing Eddie his bag of tapes, Robin winked at him. 

Steve still seemed pretty out of it, so it was safe to assume he wouldn’t notice them if Eddie just locked them in his trunk. 

“You have tomorrow off, too. So you can take it easy.” She says to Steve, winking at Eddie. 

Okay, Eddie thinks. There was a slight change of plans, but the Seduce Steve Harrington campaign was officially still on. 

Eddie would drive himself, Erica, and Dustin to the library on Monday so they could do some research. For now, he would get Steve home safely, and ask if they could have a movie night. 

Resources 

https://eyewiki.aao.org/Ophthalmologic_Manifestations_of_Epilepsy

https://www.epilepsy.org.uk/info/seizures/focal-seizures

https://www.epilepsy.com/what-is-epilepsy/syndromes/epilepsy-eyelid-myoclonia-jeavons-syndrome

https://www.epilepsy.com/complications-risks/moods-behavior/stress-mood-and-seizures#:~:text=Emotional%20stress%20also%20can%20lead,seizures%20is%20worry%20or%20fear.

https://www.webmd.com/epilepsy/complex-partial-seizure

If my interpretation of a seizure is inaccurate, i apologize

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This was probably the first “party” that Steve had been to for years. Though honestly, it was more of a relieved, group crying session to celebrate the first day of Max being out of her wheelchair. She’d been up and awake for a few weeks now, but today was the day she officially was given the go-ahead to walk. She was a little unsteady on her feet, but Lucas and El were constantly at her side, intensely vigilant about her every move. 

And that’s how Steve found himself in the Wheeler’s basement nursing a light beer, more than happy to watch everyone celebrate from his spot on Eddie’s lap. It was always fun when they were all together, they could almost pretend like they weren’t on their toes, waiting for the end of the world to start up all over again. 

They were both in the middle of tag-team arguing with Dustin over the merits of understanding conversational tones, or as Dustin put it, “how to nicely explain dumb things you should already know.” 

And Steve was just on the edge of a breakthrough when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He tilted his head back, surprised to see Nancy standing there, looking uncharacteristically nervous.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” She glanced at Eddie, clearing her throat a little, “Um, alone?”

He could feel Eddie tense up below him, the casual hand on his thigh suddenly tightening. The little display of possessiveness was enough to have Steve stifling a grin. God, he was adorable when he was jealous. Adorable enough for Steve to suddenly have the urge to kiss the hell out of him, spectators be damned. 

He almost jumped when Nancy cleared her throat, immediately lost in the idea because being with Eddie had apparently brought his attention span to zero. 

Steve took a sip of his beer, shrugging, “Uh…why?”

Steve didn’t miss the look of surprise that crossed her face at the ask, like she had just expected him to hop to it without any questions. And okay, maybe Steve from a year ago would have, but Steve from right now was pleasantly tipsy and perched comfortably on his boyfriend’s thigh. 

He wasn’t moving if he didn’t have too. 

“It’s about Robin?” She tried, uncertain, “And us? And I would really appreciate talking about it without the audience.”

Steve almost laughed at how quickly the mention of Robin’s name had Eddie relaxing below him, like he just remembered that Nancy was two steps from declaring herself lesbian. It was definitely something Steve would be making fun of him for later. He was just on the verge of telling her that he was more than fine with whatever they had going on together when he saw it, Robin not so suddenly gesturing with her head up to go upstairs, coupled with her best puppy-dog eyes.

Nancy he could say no to, but Robin? She had him wrapped around her finger. 

Steve sighed, nodding at her as he made it to his feet, “Lead the way then.”

He gave Eddie’s hand one last squeeze before following her up the stairs into the kitchen, sappy enough to already miss the feeling of Eddie’s warmth against him. He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for her to speak. Whatever it was he just hoped it was fast, because being alone with Nancy was not something he looked forward to anymore. 

It was the first time the two of them were left without a buffer since he gave her his massive, embarrassing speech all those months ago.

Which, when he thought of it now he kinda wanted to bury himself alive. But could anyone really blame him? He had been on round four of almost dying because of an alternate dimension, he was in close proximity to the one girl he ever loved, and his mom had given him a long and tired speech on the importance of marriage and kids, like three days before everything went to shit. 

He had compulsory heteronormativity on the brain back then, a new phrase that Robin and Eddie had to teach him, but it described the whole thing perfectly. 

He had kinda…just avoided her ever since. Though that mostly had to do with the fact that he had spent the past nine months completely attached to Eddie’s hip. And then the past two having the best sex of his life with him. 

He’d been busy, to say the least. 

And he had no idea how to tell her that, or if he even should.  

What was he supposed to say? Oh, hi Nance. Remember how I basically confessed my ever-dying love for you less than a year ago? Yeah, turns out that was just me being afraid of dying alone. Please feel free to bang my best friend because I’ve already moved on with that guy who almost died and I’m definitely already in love with him.

Yeah, he doubted that speech would go over well. 

Though there was the small hope that she already knew and they could avoid talking about the whole thing entirely. It’s not like it was a secret, or at least, not a well-kept one. Wayne knew, the kids knew, Robin knew. God, even Hopper and Joyce knew, and by extension probably Johnthan. Definitely Argyle, but he had thought something was going on between them before they were even together, like some weird, high psychic. 

Steve had also been sitting in Eddie’s lap literally thirty seconds ago, so maybe it wasn’t crazy to think the news was officially out there.

Nancy really was nervous, nervous enough to pace around the kitchen as she spoke, “I, um, wanted to talk to you. About Robin?”

Steve cocked his head at her, slightly amused at seeing her so…well, human, “You said that already.”

“Y-yeah. I guess I did. Because, um, the two of us are…” she trailed off, face already red. 

“Together,” Steve finished for her, “I’m well aware. We kind of tell each other everything, in case you didn’t know.”

Nancy laughed, still tense but at least she was smiling now, “She warned me about that.”

He smiled back at her, a bit relieved that the conversation was steering clear away from his dumb speech, “I already told Robin it was fine.”

“I guess…I just wanted to check for myself.”

“Well you’ve checked, and it’s still fine,” Steve stepped away from the counter, more than ready to get back to Eddie. It was getting late anyway, and there was nothing more he wanted to do than just curl up in bed with him. He started walking back to the basement door, glancing at Nancy over his shoulder, “Don’t worry about it, seriously. You have my blessing or whatever.”

“Steve, wait!” Nancy called after him, voice shaky but determined, “We need to talk about this.”

Steve turned to face her, confused. Didn’t they just talk about it?

He cocked his head, “Talk about what?”

She ran a hand over her face, back to her nervous pacing as she struggled to find the words, “About us. You and me us. You still have feelings for me and I up and fall for your best friend. How can you be okay with that?”

Steve blinked at her, stomach dropping. So much for steering clear. Though he’d be lying if he wasn’t the tiniest bit endeared by her word choice, something he definitely was going to tell Robin about later. Nancy Wheeler “falling” for her? She’d be over the moon that came out of her girlfriend’s mouth.

She kept going, “I…I know it probably hasn’t been easy this past year. Being in love with me and watching me go after her… But I mean it when I say I didn’t know this was going to happen! I wasn’t planning on doing this to you.”

Steve’s eye twitched a little at that, mildly offended. He started to play playing with the loose neck of his shirt while she spoke, or Eddie’s shirt to be specific, fingers dancing over the pretty bruises Eddie had left on his collarbone last night, and was suddenly filled with the urge to snap back at her that he was long over whatever highschool feelings he had had for her.

But he held his tongue, even if her pitying look was starting to make his blood boil a bit. Because to be fair, it was his fault for opening his big mouth a year ago to begin with. If he had just shut up back then he wouldn’t be here now. 

Nancy was still talking, taking his thoughtful silence for an affirmative, “I don’t…I don’t want you to think I don’t care about you Steve, because I do. And I know the things I’ve done haven’t always shown that. And I know it’s probably been really lonely for you lately-”

Steve bristled at that word, upgrading from mildly offended to full-blown. It made him irrationally upset, like it somehow undermined all of the wonderful days he had spent glued to Eddie’s side in probably the least lonely year of his life. 

He was blurting it out before he even knew what he was saying, a knee-jerk reaction to just make her stop looking at him like that, “I’m fucking Eddie.” 

It worked, her big eyes snapped from sad to shocked in record time. But oh Christ, he was still going, “I’m fucking Eddie Munson and I’m in love with him. And I’m pretty sure he’s in love with me too. So when I say it’s fine, I mean it’s fine.”

She stared at him, dumbfounded after what may have been the second worst case of word vomit in Steve’s life, “Oh.”

He rubbed a hand over his face, embarrassed but convinced that he could probably still save this whole interaction, “Nancy, it is so sweet for you to worry about me, but I’m okay. I’m better than okay. I’m sincerely happy for what might be the first time in my life. And I’m not just saying that to keep the peace or whatever the fuck.”

Nancy was nodding along, still shell shocked but visibility relieved, if not a little self-deprecating, “I should have known. I mean the way you guys look at eachother,” She sighed, “I somehow managed to make myself look worse than before didn’t I? How’d I do that?”

Steve shook his head, “You didn’t. Look, I get it. I was like, obsessed with you for way too long. You were my first love and part of me will always love you. But that doesn’t have to be a bad thing right? It just…looks different now.“ 

Nancy smiled, a small thing, “Very different. I…thank you Steve. I’m glad that we’re still friends. I think I’m starting to get why Robin’s so obsessed with you.”

Steve laughed, “I’m just as obsessed with her.”

Nancy rolled her eyes, giggling as she walked past him, “Oh trust me. I know. Now let’s go, I’m sure Eddie’s wondering where you are.”

Steve went to follow her before pausing, his brain still working through his tipsy haze. And his obliterated filter, “Wait. I think I have something to say to you too.”

Nancy raised a brow and Steve decided to just go right into it.

“I love Robin,” Steve waved off the way she narrowed her eyes at him, “Platonically. But Nancy, she is the most important person in my life. So you better be going into this with the intention of treating her like the queen she is. Or else.”

Nancy blinked at him, surprised and vaguely amused, “Are…are you giving me a shovel talk?”

Steve shrugged, “All I’m saying is that if you treat her right you have nothing to worry about. But if you don’t…just remember that your little brother worships the ground my boyfriend walks on and I am not above having him behead your stuffed animals.”

Nancy gasped, only half of it faked, “You wouldn’t.”

“I absolutely would.”

“Eddie has rubbed off on your way too much!” Nancy glared at him, hiding her laughing behind her hand, “I’ll take good care of her. I swear on Mr.Whiskers life apparently.”

Steve put his hands up, the face of faux innocence as they walked back into the basement, “That’s all I ask.”

Eddie and Robin’s eyes were on them the second they both came down the stairs and Steve didn’t waste any time plopping back down into his lap.

Eddie's arms were around him immediately, eyes questioning, “What was that all about?”

Steve glanced over at Nancy, smiling when he saw the way she had her own arms wrapped around Robin’s neck. He shrugged, cuddling closer into his chest with a happy sigh, "Nothing important."

Preview to the first chapter of this fic

#steddie #ronance #the first flashback has been written #like 89% done with that first chapter #the perfect loving nightmare #living the unknown dream #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things #steddie ficlet #you'll pry my insanely long posts out of my cold dead hands #steddie fic #let nancy and steve be friends damn it

[kimmberleeex]

Burnin’ Jealousy

NSFW 18+, TW: Smutty, strong language, usage of Daddy, some spanking, etc…

There was a big end of spring break party being thrown at Benny’s old place and everyone was going to be there. It was supposed to be a huge blowout, and even Eddie “the freak” Munson was going, mainly because you were dragging him to it. The two of you had been dating for almost a year now, you were ex-cheerleader turned freak, but the jocks still tried to chase after you. You always chalked it up to being a jealous thing because you never would bother with them, even at the height of your popularity.

While getting ready for the party and meticulously planning out your outfit, you couldn’t help but to wonder how Eddie would react. This outfit choice was to get a rise out of him, make him go wild for you. At least that was the plan, so when you walked out of your room and Eddie saw you coming down the stairs in fishnet stockings, heels, the shortest leather skirt he ever saw, accompanied by a studded belt you stole from him and the smallest white tank…you thought his eyes were going to bulge out of his head. You couldn’t hide the grin on your face even if you tried.

You watched as he composed his face, putting his ring clad hands together as he looked you up and down. “Absolutely not.” There was a hint of a smile, but his voice is so serious and dripping with dominance.

Feeling defiant, you cross your arms over your chest and lean against the bannister of the stairs. “And why the hell not? Don’t you like it?” Sticking out your bottom lip in a pout to really seal the deal.

Eddie sighed, feeling slightly annoyed, before he stood up and crossed the living room to you. “Of course I like it, in fact, I fucking love it. But if you wear that to the party tonight, I’ll be too busy fighting off moronic mouthbreathers to keep their filthy paws off of you, sweetheart.” He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear before his finger dragged down your cheek and finding place at your chin as he gripped it softly with his index finger and thumb. “But damn, if you don’t look sexy. Which, before you even think of saying anything, you always do. Was this all for little ol’ me?” That crooked grin pulls at the corners of his mouth, his chocolate brown eyes twinkling as he drank you in.

Not being able to help the smile as you looked up at him. “Baby, of course this is for you. I wanted to surprise you, look good for you. It’ll be okay, I’ll fight off the mouthbreathers with you. I’ll stay glued to your side all night. Promise.”

Eddie pressed his soft lips to your forehead, sighing against your skin. “You always look good for me, sweet girl. But I swear, if I regret letting you wear this…you’re in for one hell of a spanking.” Unable to suppress the giggle that escaped your lips, Eddie grinned down at you. He knew that you secretly hoped for that outcome.

Groaning softly, he put his leather jacket around your shoulders. It was his way of trying to cover you up, which you both knew wouldn’t last long. “We best be going, the people are expecting their fallen angel to be there.” His arm wrapping around the small of your back as he lead you out to his beat up old van.

Once at the party, it was like everyone turned to stare as you two entered the place. Eddie groaned internally as he watched people turn and whisper to each other. And it didn’t take long for the balls with laundry basket goons to flock to you. Eddie allowed them to speak to you briefly, but before long he was pulling you away to go grab a beer together. It was so easy for him to get jealous, and you loved it. Giggling as you sipped your cheap beer out of the red plastic cup, you looked at Eddie over the lip of it. It was like he was on high alert and just constantly scanning the crowd for potential threats.

“Hey, your hot girlfriend is right in front of you.” You teased him as you tugged on his shirt, demanding his attention. “If I’m to stay glued to your side all night, the least you could do is pay attention to me.” Smiling sweetly at him as you leaned against the kitchen counter. There were a few people in the room, but they were all too drunk to be paying attention.

Eddie took another chug of his beer before setting his cup on the counter behind you. There was a smug grin on his face as he placed both hands on either side of you, his body leaning into you as he got closer. “Mm, my bad, m’lady. Was simply keeping watch to make sure I didn’t have to fight anyone off of you. I will do better my love.” At this point, Eddie had already downed a couple of beers from the keg in the kitchen. Clearly, he was on edge and uncomfortable and was trying to calm himself. “Might be a little tipsy.” He giggled before leaning down to kiss you. His hands resting on your hips as his pushed into you, his tongue was slipping into your mouth and exploring every inch.

The way he was kissing you, you almost worried he was going to try and take you right there but he had at least the sense not to. He pulled away, both of you a little breathless. “Mmf, you’re so hot.” He groaned softly as he reluctantly pulled away, you watched as he had to adjust himself to be more comfortable and not as obvious. You giggled to yourself, covering your mouth with your hand.

“I have to take a piss, please don’t move sweet girl. I won’t be gone long.” Eddie placed a soft kiss to your temple and then hurried away, cursing under his breath about how the beer was going right through him. You walked over to the keg to refill your cup and go back to your post at the kitchen counter when Jason and his buddies slowly swarmed you.

“There she is! Y/N, are you ready to dump that freak yet and come back to normal society?” Jason goaded, bumping his elbow into his buddy Trevor who stepped up to you. You groaned internally, wishing Eddie would hurry up.

“Yeah, and give a real man a chance?” He put his arm on top of the refrigerator and leaned in close to you. The smell of beer and cheap whiskey on his breath, you leaned away from him, chuckling uncomfortably. “You do look sexy as hell tonight, I must say.”

“I’m good, Trevor. Eddie is more than enough of a real man for me.” Rolling your eyes and taking another sip of beer. Suddenly, Eddie steps in between the two of you, a little out of breath. Clearly he was in a hurry to get back to you, for this is what he feared would happen if he left you unattended. Eddie leaned his hand against the counter once more, completely closing Trevor off from you.

“Sorry, toots. I know you missed me. I tried to hurry, some idiot that can’t handle their alcohol was taking forever.” Eddie said it smugly, completely ignoring the crowd of jocks.

This angered Trevor as he poked Eddie hard in the shoulder. “Hey man, I was having a conversation with her.”

Eddie silently mouthed the words “I told you this was going to happen” before he turned his head to look over his shoulder and coldly responded. “I don’t care, my girlfriend is busy.”

He turned back his attention to you, shaking his head with a grin. Stifling a giggle as Trevor doubled down, grabbing Eddie’s shoulder roughly to turn him around. “I said I was talking to her, freak. Maybe you should leave her to a real man.”

Eddie clenched his jaw, shortly contemplating how he was going to react. But with the alcohol inhibiting his decision making skills, he shoved Trevor back, which caused his buddies to grab him and pull him away from you. Quickly you go to stand in front of him, putting your foot down. “Hey now, you guys need to leave us alone. Trevor I don’t want your small dick anyway. Trust me, buddy. The girls talk in the bathroom, they were never impressed.”

Grabbing Eddie’s arm, you dragged him out of there as the jocks began making fun of their buddy. Eddie was cackling drunkenly, and when the two of you got outside, the cool spring air smacked him in the face. “You know what, I forgot to punch him.” He turns on the heels of his feet and tries to re-enter the party.

Grabbing his elbow, you turn him back around. “Easy there, killer. As much as I would love to watch you clobber him, you’re outnumbered.” Eddie scoffs and waves you away.

“I could take ‘em. They all think they can have you? Pfft. I need to show ‘em who you belong to.” His rage was still boiling inside, it was evident. “I told you I was gonna have to fight ‘em off.”

He pulls you into him, his hands sliding down your sides and over the curves of your ass, gripping each cheek tightly. Groaning in sexual frustration against the column of your throat at the feeling of how plump your ass was. “Fuck, Y/N. It can’t wait.”

Eddie easily throws you over his shoulder, his hand making sure to cover your ass from showing off any goods that might be peeking out to anyone who may be watching. Precarioulsy, he threw open the back doors to his van before carefully setting you on the makeshift bed he has back there for instances such as this.

You absolutely loved when Eddie would get so jealous. You purposely dressed ways that was both hot for him, and for other guys so that they would hit on you. Not because you wanted their attention, but because you craved how wild he would be with you just to prove a point.

Eddie closed the doors to his van, the only light leaking in was from the moonlight shining through the front windows. You watched as Eddie quickly undoes his handcuff belt, pulling his already hard dick out, groaning in relief from springing out of his tight jeans. You could see his massive length barely in the dim light, it made your mouth water.

“Daddy told you what was going to happen, perhaps I should teach you a lesson, babydoll. Hm?” He stroked his long member for a moment before flipping you onto your hands and knees. He hiked your short skirt up to your hips, his hands roamed over your ass and he was pleasantly surprised to find you weren’t wearing panties. “Mmf, what a naughty little princess. That better have been for me.” His hand landed a hard blow against the plump skin, eliciting a moan from you. The sting from his rings radiating to your core, causing your arousal to begin dribbling out of your already slickened folds. Eddie’s other hand roughly slid up and down them with his calloused finger through the mesh tights. Another groan, he loved how you responded to him. It pleased him to know just how much you wanted him.

Another hard smack against your tender cheek, causing you to grip the blanket he had on the van floor and trying to stifle your moan. “Don’t ignore your Daddy when he speaks to you.”

Whimpering softly, you muster out a response. “Y-yes, Daddy. All for you..”

Without warning, Eddie quickly rips a hole in your fishnet stockings to give him access to you. A pair of them never lasted long around him. You can feel his hard tip, already leaking pre-cum, rub against your slick folds. Another hard smack to your rear, it felt like fire was dancing along your skin. “Now, I’m gonna fuck you, show everyone here who you belong to. Make sure you make those pretty noises loud enough for them to hear. Let ‘em know who your Daddy is. Okay, princess?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy.” And just as the ending of the last word leaves your lips, he’s sliding his length all the way into you. The two of you moaning as his hips begin to slap against your ass as his rhythm picks up speed. His fingerprints were etching into your hips as his grip was so tight to leverage himself. Over and over, he slammed into you. Pummeling his hard cock against that spongy spot, you were feeling light headed, your brain fogged in pleasure. Your knuckles were turning white at the grip you had on the blanket on the floor. The only thing that could be heard was both of your loud moans, the wet squelching from your arousal, your skin slapping together, and the creaking of the old metal as the van rocked from Eddie’s pace.

“Who’s your Daddy, princess? Hmm? Mmf, who does this pussy belong to?” Another hard smack to your ass when you don’t respond fast enough.

The delicious pain mixing with pleasure, causes you to cry out in response. You could feel the metaphorical cord in your core tightening, threatening to snap any moment. “Y-you are, Eddie. Mmf, yes Daddy! It’s your pussy, fuck!” Eddie thrusted his hips faster, rotating slightly to hit a little deeper, your make up is running down your face. Tears stinging your eyes from how intense the pleasure was that you were feeling.

“Y-You want my cum, princess? Want me to fill you up? SAY IT.” His voice boomed, his thrusts were frenzied. Your cord was beginning to snap, you cried out in pleasure.

“Y-YES, DADDY! Fuck, I’m cumming!” Your body tenses up and shudders as you come undone, soaking Eddie and the blanket below you. Eddie groans loudly as you clench him tightly, you feel him pulse inside of you as he fills you to the brim with his seed. His thrusts slow to a stop, he leans forward, pulling you upwards by your throat so he can kiss you. His cock is still throbbing while connected to you, the both of you are so out of breath.

“That’s right, princess. Such a good girl for me. And only me, right?” He slowly pulled out of you, his dick growing soft as he stuffed it back into his jeans.

You sit up on your knees and turn to him, a sex dazed grin on your face. “Only for you, Eddie. Only for you.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #fanfiction #fanfic #joseph quinn #eddie munson pov #pov #eddie munson x reader #stranger things 4

[munsonsreputation]

Hey Steven....

steve harrington x fem!reader 

word count: [14.3k] im sorry....not lol

warnings: underage alcohol consumption, reader 18 (senior in hs) + Steve 19 (graduated), reader being a tipsy mess, cursing, mutual pinning, little bit of angst, happy ending :D! -- all credits to taylor swift for writing “hey stephen” and sparking the inspiration for this fic!!! 

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“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet, sweetheart.” Eddie’s voice causes you to snap back, tugging the flimsy stage curtains shut as you turned to face him. A devious smirk on his face and his arms crossed over his chest, reading you like an open book.

“I am not Munson…and how many times am I going to need to tell you to stop sneaking up on me like that!” One of your hands that rested on your sides came up and jabbed at his shoulder aggressively but still he barely shifted.

He only snickered a bit, reaching over to take his own peek at the small crowd that had assembled in front of the stage.

“Don’t be nervous, there’s only like fifty people out there.” He assured you before his eyes caught their small group of friends. He twiddled his fingers at them, getting a wave and thumbs up for encouragement by Robin and Nancy. 

Your voice is what caught the older teens’ attention, sighed and shutting the curtains back to closed, “What if he doesn’t show?” 

“Trust me, Harrington will be here, especially if you invited him…you know he never says no to you.” 

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“Robin, I really feel like I’d be invading! I wasn’t even invited!” You protested, fingers stiffening around the steering wheel as your friend sat in the passenger seat giving you directions to the house party.

“Don’t be ridiculous! It’s a party and all of Hawkins is invited—oh! park on the curb!” she babbled rapidly, pointing at an open spot on the sidewalk.

You turned the key, shutting your car off, and peered out the window. It was unmistakable which house it was throwing the enormous party as people lingered outside, music was blasting, and you could hear the loud cheering and laughter of everyone inside. 

Still while it looked like a blast, you grumbled turning to Robin, “Parties aren’t even our thing.”

“It’s senior year honey, let’s live it up before college inevitably turns us into nerds forever.” She shrugged nonchalantly, opening the car door and leaving you back.

“Fine! But I’m not drinking since I’m driving is home.” You jumped out of the drivers seat and locked the car, catching up to her.

“No complaints here!” 

You and Robin walked side by side up the pavement and towards the home of the one and only Steve Harrington who allegedly was best friends with Robin, who claimed that both you and Steve were her best friends despite you and Steve ever crossing paths with each other. Like ever.

She had met him through her new job at Scoops Ahoy that she landed two months ago. On the other side, you and Robin had been friends since sophomore year of high school when you first moved to Hawkins. It should’ve made you jealous when Robin had told you Steve was one of her best friends other than you, but you didn’t mind.

Stumbling, drunk bodies bumped into you and Robin as you stepped through the double doors into the expanse of Harrington’s lavish home. You let Robin lead you into the home that too was foreign to her, and that where you found yourself wedged between hallways trying to figure out which way to go.

“Didn’t think you’d really show up, Robs.” You could feel the presence of the unknown behind you while his laughter filled the air.

“Well, your offer of free alcohol and a good time seemed rather convincing, so I had to come…plus I know you don’t have too many real friends, so I really had to come.”

“Again with the damn sarcasm Buckley, I swear you never get….who’s this?” 

His eyes faltered to the figure standing beside Robin. Arms crossed behind your back and shoulders stiffly shrugged up and you look awkwardly around the space that you weren’t used to.

“This is my lovely best friend” Robin’s arms draped around your shoulders, making you loosen up a bit and finally meet the gaze of Steve’s, “We met in sophomore year biology and have been connected at the hip ever since.” 

“Hi Steven.” You smiled gently, palms undoing themselves from one another to wave at him. 

“Hey, nice to meet you! Steve is fine.” He returned your hello with his even more excited response pair with a pleasant smile.

Robin unwinded herself from you, curling arms with Steve, “Well, come on! Show me to the drinks!”

You were left bracing yourself up against the living room wall, nursing a lukewarm plastic cup of lemonade while Robin and her crush, Vickie, danced the night away. While it wasn’t your ideal Friday night, seeing your best friend blissfully in love with her crush made it all worth it realizing that they were having a good time and you’d be able to get her home safe and sound at the end of the night. 

So despite the ruckus of loud chattering and mediocre music, you continued to sip on your drink, waiting for the clock to hit midnight so you’d be able to get Robin back home.

“Fancy seeing you here, nerd.” 

You nearly jumped, almost spilling your cup all over the floorboards, but thankfully the suspect steadied you, “You’re insufferable, Munson!” 

“It’s kinda my thing—what’re you doing here?” 

“Babysitting.” You replied with a nod, tilting your cup in the direction of the two giggling ladies who twirled each other around to the music.

He scoffed jokingly, “Jesus Christ, they’re going to have a gnarly hangover in the morning.” 

“What about you?” You rose your brows, following as he yanked open his leather jacket stuffed with drugs and other junk.

“Parties are the perfect place to sell. Usually only come to these for deals. Interested in partaking in some purple palm tree delight?” He winked, pulling out a blunt from one of his compartments and twirling it in his fingers. 

You turned your nose up at the smell. He knew you didn’t smoke, but he liked to mess around with you to see if you’d ever give it a try. But not tonight, so he snickered, cramming it back into his pocket, closing his jacket and leaning up the wall, continuing to make small talk with you to pass the time.

Soon you were joined by King Steve, who cleared his throat beside you, “He bothering you?” He questioned with raised brows, taking a sip of his own drink.

“Seriously, does she look that uncomfortable?” Eddie tried to look offended at the statement, placing his hands over his heart while Steve rolled his eyes and you laughed, pushing Eddie away.

“Eddie and I are friends, actually. I know that’s kinda hard to believe, considering his satanic worshipping.” You mocked, feeling a cheeky smile coming onto Eddie’s face as you heard him let out a snicker while you continued to keep eye contact with Steve.

He simply nodded, peering down to look into your cup as he frowned a bit, “Not drinking tonight?” 

“I usually don’t anyway, plus I’m babysitting Buckley over there.” 

He searched the room, finding the dancing teenagers who were stumbling around his living room to the genetic radio music that was playing in the background.  

“Look, I know that I’m only here for dealing, but Jesus Christ Harrington, the music is absolute shit!” Eddie declared, making you nod your head in agreement while Steve rolled his eyes, hands on his hips. 

“Yea, well, we’ve been through this, Munson. You deal and I graciously provide the people and music, plus I don’t want to hear any of that heavy metal shit alright. Sounds like damn pots and pans banging around.” 

You laughed at that reply, cheeks hurting from the constant bickering the two had, almost like brothers’ to be honest with you.

“Can I play something?” You requested, floating over to the sound system, checking out the different cassettes that cluttered the piece of equipment, fingers shuffling through, expecting you’d find something that was more of your tune. 

Eddie puffed noisily, crossing his arms over his chest, looking at you then to Steve, “Harrington has a strict “no changing music” rule, never lets anyone—“ 

“Sure.” Steve retorted, with a smile widely covering his face, cutting Eddie’s sentence short and leaving him in confusion.

You screeched and quickly shuffled through the tapes, finally finding one that you knew everyone had to love. Sticking it in, hitting play and then the synth rattled throughout the house while your body followed the beat, hips swaying and your feet drawing you towards Robin and Vickie, who engulfed you in their arms as the three of you giggled and glittered. 

“I wear my sunglasses at night!” You sang vociferously, chin up in the air as your eyes closed, savoring the song wrap you in this bubble of sweetness and fun, despite being perfectly sober.

Vickie and Robin cheerfully sung along, “So I can, so I caaannnnn.”

Eddie rocked his head, biting back another huff of disapproval as he watched his friends have a great time, while Steve ooggled at you—without a doubt — the beginning of the fall for you.

“Fucking hell, you bend the rules for a chick you just met a few hours ago, but not for the guy who's been supplying you with the goods for the last three months?” Eddie nudged Steve, who rolled his eyes and tsked away the accusation. 

He honestly only said yes to spite Eddie and get him to shut up, but you looked like you knew your stuff so he could bend the rules for you, just this once.

“She has good taste. What can I say?” Steve held back a cheeky smile, eyes never withdrawing from your dancing figure as he sipped his wine cooler. 

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“Dude…hello…you’ve got to be kidding me.” 

You snapped out of the brief recollection as Eddie flapped his hands in front of your face, stooping down to your height to somehow capture your attention that Steve stole. 

“Sorry…you were saying?” You swung your head from side to side, and Eddie groaned, taking your shoulders in his grip, giving you a comforting squeeze. 

“We’re on in five.” You felt your throat tighten and your heartbeat speed up at the thought of you performing a confessional love song out in public like this. 

Sure, it was one thing to daydream about a perfect moment where you confessed your undying love and admiration for Steve, but standing here in the small space concealed from your friends, all of Hawkins, and the muse of your song was scary. You had balls writing this song and actually working with the band to make the music, but to perform it live took another risk.

Regret. You were feeling instant regret for considering doing this, and you needed to find a way out before you made an embarrassment out of yourself. 

“Maybe you and the guys should just perform your usual stuff tonight, just totally forget about my whole—“ You were rambling swiftly, a bunch of rubbish shooting out of your mouth. 

Something Eddie was accustomed to, but he was not going to let you get away so easily. Especially not after the long hours he and the band spent with you trying to write the goddamn music for the past week. 

“Hey, listen to me alright.” His voice was genuine, needing you to truly understand the situation. Your mouth sealed closed, looking up at him as you tried to regulate your rapid pulse, knowing that time was ticking and you’d be up anytime now. 

“We’re going to go out there and you’re going to sing your heart out to that boy and who knows maybe he’ll finally muster up the courage to finally ask you out on a proper date and you guys can go and be the love birds that you were destined to be.” 

Your cheeks were heating a vivid red just imagining that act. Hoping. Praying. Wishing that would be the outcome for tonight, nevertheless, you let your fears get the best of you. 

“A-and if he doesn’t?” You sought quiet, voice wobbly, trying to balance itself. 

Eddie shook his head, not wanting you to keep that thought in your head, messing you up even more. So instead he bopped your nose with his ringed finger, “Then we say, “Screw Harrington” and we’ll all go out and get pizza’s and milkshakes, then we can watch those stupid romance movies you, Robin, and Nance watch.” 

Laughter finally burst from you, easing your spirits, knowing that you could always count on your friends to make you feel better no matter what. 

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You folded your arms around his lanky frame, giving him a small hug he returned before walking a short distance away, hauling over the rest of the boys who were ready giving you a smile and words of encouragement as they got ready to head out on the stage. 

Gareth, Kevin, and Jeff stepped out through the curtains, waving hello to the crowd and Eddie was last, looking at back at you once more, “See you out there, and hey, it helps to thinking about happy times, makes you feel more at ease.” 

You nodded warmly, watching as he picked up his guitar, slinging it over his body, “Thanks, Munson.” 

“Evening everyone, I’m Eddie from Corroded Coffin…” He went on introducing the band as you listened, squeezing your arms around yourself while you waited for your cue to head out and join them. 

Dustin apologized profusely as he dragged himself and Steve by the arm through the crowd that seemed to get bigger, knowing that they couldn’t miss Corroded Coffin’s set but somehow they got caught up at the basketball booth trying to win a giant stuffed animal for Dustin to gift to Suzie but failing.

Finally, they spotted their friends in a small group within the crowd. Dustin headed over to sit with the younger teens while Steve hung back a length bit with the older crew.

“Well look who finally decides to show up!” Robin scolded, elbowing Steve who shrugged it off, too busy searching for you in the crowed, thinking you got separated from the bunch. He had really only agreed to come to the fair after you invited him two weeks ago and seeing as you were nowhere to be found, he was disappointed.

“She’s not here?” He leaned over towards Nancy, who stifled her giggle and shrugged unconvincingly. Even though she and Robin knew that you’d be performing with the band tonight, they didn’t know that you wrote a love song for the event. But obviously, the girls had their suspicions and theories. 

“And please welcome our special guest for tonight!” Eddie announced proudly, gesturing his hand to the side of the stage where you timidly came in, waving a small hello to the audience as you stepped up to the mic stand. 

Steve was still looking between Robin and Nance trying to get answers about your whereabouts and suddenly the sweet sound of your voice hit his ears.

“What the—”

“Umm…hi everyone, first I really want to thank Eddie and the rest of Corroded Coffin for doing this for me.” Your fingers were tightly gripping the microphone at this point, and you haven’t even got to the most nerve-wracking part.

“… I wrote a song for a special person and usually sappy love songs aren’t Corroded Coffin’s thing, but they are so kind to drop their metal personas for the next four minutes so that I can make sure that this person hears this song…” Your eyes searched the crowd and finally landed on Steve’s he looked surprised, but in a good way. 

Steve smiled, whispered a quiet “hey” to you and you swore you could see his eyes twinkling and the halo above his head…he was an absolute—

Eddie strategically coughed, causing you to snap out of the goddamn daydream once again and say your final peace. 

“I hope you like it.” You spoke honestly, separating your eyes away from Steve’s as the sentence left your mouth and you nodded towards the band and the music begun. 

While you waited for your moment to start singing, your inner self was freaking out, “Think about the happy times” your brain kept repeating Eddie’s words, concentrating on the moments you and Steve shared that made you fall for him and inspired the song. Then it was showtime as you took a breath and your voice carried it away.

“Hey Steven, I know looks can be deceiving

But I know I saw a light in you

And as we walked, we would talk

And I didn’t say half the things I wanted to”

“And so we meet again.” Steve announced merrily, making his way down the basement stairs, staring right at you where you were seated on the couch reading a magazine while the rest of the gang did their own thing in the cozy area and in other parts of the Wheeler home. 

You looked up from the pages and smiled softly, “Hey, what’re you doing here?” closing the material and pushing it off to the side, you offered him the seat next to you, which he gladly took. 

“Dustin invited me,” He pointed to the curly-headed boy sitting crossed legged on the floor, entranced by a video game that he and Mike were occupied with. 

You let out a laugh and a flashed him an apologetic smile, “They haven’t put that thing down for the last hour and a half, Lucas and Will got tired of waiting for their turn so they went with Jonathan and Nancy to pick up some takeout.” 

Steve glanced at the youngsters, shaking his head disapprovingly, realizing he was called to be Dustin’s ride home in who knows how many goddamn hours, but at least he had his new friend to keep him company for the time being. 

“Little dipshit.” Steve murmured quietly, but still your ears caught it, a small giggle spewing from you that led to him shifting his attention. Watching as your chest faintly moved up and down while you continued to laugh and your smile was wide as day. You knew the kids were always up to something and somehow seemed to trick Steve countless amount of times. 

“Wanna go on a walk around the block? Who knows how long you’ve been sitting here.” He stood up, holding his hand out for you to take and you nodded without hesitation, taking it to help you up before making your way up the basement steps, through the living room, and out the front door where you slid your sandals on. 

The walk started off silent, taking in the afternoon sky that would soon fall dark in the next hour. Despite basically sharing the same, if not all, friends, you and Steve had never run into each other, let alone hung out like this before. The only other interaction you had with him was his house party last week and seeing him through the window at Scoops when you’d pick Robin up from work. So at this point, you still had a lot to learn about Steve, and so you started talking first.

“So, how do you like working at Scoops with Robin?” You inquired, interlacing your hands behind your back as you glanced at him, then back to the path in front of you. 

He let out a half wistful sigh, making your eyebrows furrow together. “It’s not bad, don’t get me wrong. I love Robin and working with her. It’s just that…I don’t know, I thought that I’d be in college—I mean, it’s been a year since I graduated and still I feel lost.” He confessed, hands gesturing in the air as he worked on telling you about his ongoing issue. 

Your bottom lip pouted sadly, softening your eyes at the older guy beside you and shooting him a sympathetic gaze. 

“I’m really sorry to hear you feel that way, Steve,” he was slightly surprised as your hand came in contact with his shoulder, but quickly got used it. Sadly, as soon as that comfort came, your hand withdrew itself, placing it back behind your back.

“I just hope you know that you’re not the only one who feels lost,” You paused mid walk giving him an encouraging expression before proceeding, “I mean trust me, I feel like half the population who claims they have their life together are just lying out of their ass,” your voice held nothing but truth as you rolled your eyes jokingly just thinking about the many adults who were lying to themselves on a daily basis. 

It was his turn to chuckle, head nodding in agreement with your statement before he spoke again, “I applied but just didn’t have the grades to get into any of the schools I wanted to attend.” 

Steve had spent a lot of time in high school focused on popularity and status and while it was a fun run, it ultimately came back to haunt him when he received three back-to-back letters from his top schools sadly rejecting him due to his failing grades. Not only was his parents disturbed, but regularly brought it up whenever they could, which is why he wanted to keep working so that he could save up and get his own place away from his parents and hopefully with a new itch to pursue a career he’d actually enjoy. 

“You could always go to a community college, then transfer.” You pointed out with high spirits as Steve shook his head ferociously with his hand held out as if he was declining the very thought. 

“My parents would lose their shit knowing their boy was going to a community college. They think it’s for broke kids, and I can’t damage the Harrington name.” 

He looked sad. A little crushed, to be honest. Maybe it was because he didn’t agree with his parents’ views on the different school choice. Or maybe it was because he didn’t want to disappoint them. At this point, there was a big possibility that it could be both. 

“Fuck what they think.” You blurted out with no second thought, taking yourself aback as well as Steve, who snapped his eyes at you, filled with trouble and a bit of intrigue to see where this was going. 

“Why should I?” He challenged, standing in the middle of the empty sidewalk, turning his entire body to face you as you did the same, staring into his eyes, thinking of all the right and true things to say. 

Because you don’t give yourself enough credit, Steve Harrington. You’ve changed since a year ago and you have got so much to offer to this world besides living up to your family name. You have an enormous heart that you’ve opened up to these kids who look at you like an older brother who they feel safe with. You’re not the jock jerk from high school that bullied others and that’s because you changed and you hold yourself accountable and make efforts to apologize to the people you hurt. You’re funny, charming, charismatic, handsome, and—

“You’ll only get so far if you keep trying to live up to other people’s standards and one day you’ll realize your unfulfilled because all you ever did was make the people around you accept you rather than doing something that makes you truly happy.” 

You said it so quickly, you weren’t even entirely sure if Steve was able to understand any of that, but your suspicions were proved incorrect as he grinned broadly, nodding his head as his eyes trailed to the pavement unsure if he could look at you without feeling something strong inside him. 

“Thanks.” He replied sincerely, finally catching your face that held a smile, 

“Always.” 

_

Steve’s eyes widened when the first two words left your mouth, his name included, “Holy shit,” his voice faltered, watching the words leave your lips beautifully, accompanied by the music and your nervous stare. 

“She wrote you a song?!” Dustin turned behind him to look at Steve, the rest of the kids following as he ignored them, never letting his eyes leave you.

Steve swallowed thickly, continuing to listen to the words you’ve been dying to say as your mind and his seemed to be united, replaying specific moments in your complicated…friendship?….almost relationship?…but not really? 

Whatever it was, it just wasn’t set in stone.

“Of all the girls tossing rocks at your window

I’ll be the one waiting there even when it’s cold

Hey Steven, boy, you might have me believing

I don’t always have to be alone”

Your fingers held the straps of your backpack that laid over your shoulders while you walked through the crowded mall on this Friday evening, making your way to Scoops Ahoy. 

“Ahoy Steven.” You called out, approaching the register where his back was turned to you, sorting out papers before finally turning around and meeting your saluting figure. 

He beamed walking up to the front counter, resting both palms on the surface, “Hey you, did you come by for some ice cream?” He queried, eyeing the plethora of flavors that were sitting in the deep freezer. 

You shook your head with a tight smile and peeped behind him, trying to see if Robin was in the back, busy or on her break. “Is Robin here? We’re supposed to see a movie tonight and have her mom pick us up.” 

Steve shook his head and frowned, causing you to be confused since she specifically said that it was this Friday. You couldn’t have mistaken it for next Friday since you knew she had band practice that week and—

“Robin left like two hours ago. Didn’t tell me where she was going, just that it was a super duper important emergency that had to be tended to immediately.” He quoted, trying to replicate Robin’s character as you let out a sad laugh and nodded. 

“Well shit, guess it’s just one of those nights again…anyway, thanks Steve!” You were turning on your heel, prepared to walk out of the establishment and figure out how you were getting home tonight as you got dropped off to the mall and didn’t have your car. 

But his voice called out to you and you spun back around to face him, “You have a ride home?” somehow he ended up outside the vicinity of the counter and was now standing face to face in front of you. 

“Not tonight, my mom had to use my car for work today.” You gave him a tight smile as your weight shifted from one foot to the other, nervously, “…but it’s no worries, I can take the bus.” he narrowed his eyes, shaking his head and checking the time on his watch. 

His eyes met yours again when he finished getting the hour. “I get off in fifteen minutes. What do you say I give you a ride back to your place?” 

Your heart raced, mouth not knowing how to answer, but apparently your body did as your head nodded upon instinct, and Steve displayed a radiant smile. 

“Great! You want to hang out in the back room? It’s much more comfortable than out here.” He gestured towards the back and you nodded, following him as he led you behind the counter and opened the back door, motioning you to take a seat at the desk. 

You removed your bag, resting it on your lap as you sat and looked around, “Are you sure I’m allowed back here?” You raised your brows, pointing at the “Employee’s Only” sign that hung on the back of the door. 

Steve waved it off, giving you a reassuring look, “Just there for decoration…I bring girls back here allllll the time.” 

Your eyes enlarged and a pink flush covered your cheeks at what just escaped his mouth and Steve, who seemed to be confused at your expression, immediately caught onto his mistake. 

“No, no, no, no! That’s not what I meant!” He panicked, not wanting you to think he was some douche bringing random girls back here during his breaks. 

You attempted to make him feel less embarrassed, “Steve it’s ok—“

“I meant like El and Max, they come here all the time and nag me to stay in the back since they don’t want their classmates to see them.” He corrected himself, hands on his hips as you laughed and nodded your head. 

“Steve, really you don’t have to explain yourself to me, i’s not a big deal if you have girls back here or not.” You soothed him, but there was a slight pang in your chest. You thought Steve had changed from high school and dropped the player's title. 

“No, really, I’m serious.” He made his way over, standing on the other side of the desk where his hands now rested, “You’re the only girl….besides, Robin, Max, and El that has been in here…just came out wrong and weird the first time.” 

Why was Harrington trying so hard to get you to believe him? 

“I believe you.” You assured him, patting his hand as he let out a breath of alleviation before his attention was taken away from you as the bell dinged from the other side of the wall. 

“Steve, I want my ice cream!” The small voice belonging to the one and only Erica Sinclair. 

He rolled his eyes, yelling out a curt reply as he gave you another one of those famous smiles before telling you to relax back here for a couple of more minutes before he’d close up shop. So you did, pulling out your recent library borrow and reading a couple pages before you heard some ruckus coming from the front of the store, followed by your name. 

Standing up from your seat, you stuffed your book back into your back, slinging over your one shoulder as you walked back out to the front, “Steve?” 

A quirky smile sprawled out on his face as he held up his ice cream scoop and a bowl. “Any ice cream for your liking, M’lady.” 

It caught you so off guard that you couldn’t help the snort that came with your laugh, throwing your head back at how ridiculously cute he looked, especially with the uniform that you came to love every time you came to see Robin at work. 

“W-what? Do I look stupid?” He asked, grimacing sadly at his attempt to pull off something sweet for his new friend. 

“No! No! I think it’s sweet actually, it’s just the whole getup really tops it all off.” Your fingers rounded the air as you pointed at his outfit, stepping closer to him so that you could pluck off his hat and place it on your own head. 

He watched as you skimmed over glass, observing the flavors, letting out a small squeak when you saw your go-to, “peanut butter cup, please.” 

Steve got to scooping you a substantial amount in your bowl, stopping only when you shrieked and told him you wouldn’t be able to finish the monstrous pile of creamy peanut butter ice cream and Reeses’ mix-ins.

“Toppings?” He asked, watching you scrunch your face, instead happily taking your plain old ice cream from his hands and taking a bite. 

“Toppings ruin’s the flavor.” You said with a full mouth, attempting to chew the ice cream that was too cold for your teeth making him chuckle, going back and scooping himself his own bowl of ice cream. 

“I have to disagree. Toppings are amazing.” 

“On vanilla ice cream, sure, but if you’re piling on heaps of candy on an already sweet treat, then you’re just messing with the flavor profile.” 

Steve rolled his eyes, topping off his mint chip with even more chocolate chips and sprinkles, before tossing the scooper into the sink. He took a bite, letting out an excessively loud hum, attempting to convince you that his ice cream masterpiece topped off a plain bowl of peanut butter cup anyday.

“Vanilla ice cream. Sprinkles. Chocolate sauce, but only two small squeezes. And a little dollop of whipped cream.” You said it so specifically, leaning against the counter as you two enjoyed your sweet treat together. 

He seemed to like your order, filing it in his brain for whenever he would see you next time, “Not too bad…no cherries?” 

You gagged in disgust and shook your head, “Hate ‘em. Reminds me of the dentists.” 

He filed that in the “she hates this” folder. 

The two of you finished up your ice cream, you even helping him with cleaning up the last bits of Scoops before heading out the back entrance and making your way to his car. 

“Can’t believe Robin would ditch you for a date.” Steve said, stuffing his hands in his pockets as you walked through the parking lot. 

You brushed it off and opted to smile instead, “I can’t be too mad…Vickie is great and her and Robin seem happy whenever they’re with each other,” you remembered his missing hat that rested on your head now and you smiled, pulling it off and placing it back onto his.

He grinned, thanking you, and pushing it down securely before going back to conversing, “I just don’t understand why she didn’t tell me. I mean, I am her best friend too.” 

Footsteps halting and you looked at him, biting your lip as he finally stopped, realizing you were behind him, “What? Why are you stopping—“ 

“Super duper important emergency that had to be tended to immediately is code for “date” Steve.” 

He looked a little puzzled, not entirely processing what you had said until he repeated it in his brain again, “What! How come I didn’t know about this?” 

You giggled shrugging your shoulders and finally catching up to his spot, “It’s been me and Robin’s thing since Sophomore year…my parents used to be really strict with dating so when I had to come up with an excuse I used that phrase and said I was going over to Robin’s study for a last-minute test. It’s just been a thing that stuck, I guess.” 

“Are your parents still strict with dating?” He wondered, peering over at you, shaking your head. 

“Thank god,” he thought secretly, wanting to fist bump into the sky but hold himself back.

“Not really. They trust that I make good decisions so they aren’t too concerned, but they also know that I don’t get out much besides the Wheelers and Robin’s so they don’t have to worry about me getting knocked up either.” You joked, making him snicker a bit before another voice interrupted your conversation. 

“Steve! Hey, Steve!” 

You both turned around, watching as a girl ran up to the both of you and practically flung her arms around Steve’s neck, making you visibly embarrassed, as if you stormed the occasion even when it was her. 

“Hey….hey Marissa, what’s up?” He was unsure, untying her arms from his body and placing it back at her sides, as she sulked and trudged her foot on the asphalt. 

“Christian is having a party tonight. Do you wanna go?” She asked sweetly, rubbing her arms up and down his biceps as you wanted to shrink yourself into a puddle on the ground and evaporate. 

Again, Steve removed her hands from him and shot her a look, “I’m not really feeling the whole party thing tonight, plus I’m actually dropping my friend off to her house so my schedule is a little booked,” He pointed over at you, who stood stiffly on the sidelines, keeping your eyes on the sky to avoid her harsh glare.

The girl frowned again, letting out a frustrated sigh, turning to you and shooting daggers at your face before heading back to her car. You and Steve continued the walk to his car in silence, but not before he gave you an apologetic smile.

“You really didn’t have to turn her down for me.” You muttered, eventually getting to Steve’s car as he unlocked the passenger door for you, waiting as you got buckled in.

“I really didn’t want to go out with her, anyway.” He answered, shutting your door and jogging over to the driver’s side where he got in. 

A thought lingered, but you didn’t let yourself voice it to him, just fidgeting with in the passenger seat as he looked through the radio stations, finally settling on one until he started up the car and began the drive. 

But you still couldn’t help but ask, “Why?” 

“Hmmm?” He hummed, peering over at you, then back to the road, then back at you again for a few seconds. 

“Why didn’t you want to go out with her?” 

He let out a chortle, almost expecting you to laugh along with him, but you were dead serious. Stone faced as your body veered towards the left of you, getting closer to observe Steve. 

“Oh, you’re actually being serious?” His laughter came to a screeching halt when he saw your deep stare. 

His fingers remained tapping on the steering wheel and the music flooded out the brief silence between the two of you and he spoke without a seconds hesitation.

“I don’t want to waste my time, especially when I know that I don’t see a future with her. Kinda just grew away from the whole hookup scene, you know. I graduated. I had my time to fuck around already, but I just want to settle. Find a great girl and adore her….forever. ” 

Shit, he really is charming. 

“And plus…why go to a boring party when I could give my friend here a ride back home, knowing she’s safe and sound from the evil that lingers in Hawkins?” 

You exhaled, closing your eyes at the answer and nodding before opening them back up, staring at his side profile that illuminated in the moonlight, “Thanks again, Steve…but I should’ve told you to take the last right two minutes ago.” 

_

“‘Cause I can’t help it if you look like an angel

Can’t help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I’ve been feeling since I met you

Can’t help it if there’s no one else

Mmm, I can’t help myself”

“And whose bright idea was it to go swimming during a storm watch again?” Nancy heaved, setting down her things by a nearby tree as you and Robin elbowed her slightly. 

“It’ll be fun, Nance, cheer up!” You argued enthusiastically, throwing off your shirt and pants, leaving you in a black two piece stumbling your way through the rough ground and into the cool lake. 

“Wait up, dingus!” Robin yelled after you, ripping off her own clothing and racing in, practically splashing you while you squealed and hands driving the water towards her in payback. 

The two of you eventually settled and got used to the temperature, looking up at Nancy, who was considering her choices of either watching from her spot and being the conscientious friend she was, or joining in on the fun. 

“Come on Nancy! It’s senior year, have some fun!” Robin screeched, which set something off in the girl, the two of you howling and whistling while she shrugged off her coat and began making her way in the shallow end with you two. 

Nancy and you never were never exceptionally close, but the two of you found comfort in each other and began getting closer when she and Robin starting hanging out more. You tagged along, assuming you’d be third wheeling, but Nancy was a sweetheart, always making sure you were included and inviting you over to her home whenever her nose wasn’t stuffed into a textbook or newspaper club. 

“Ok I’ll admit this isn’t too bad, it’s actually really peaceful out here, even when it’s about to storm,” Nancy admitted, swaying around in the water as you all marveled at the grey sky and the clouds that hovered your small town. 

“And you finally get some time away from Jonathan.” Robin teased and Nancy rolled her eyes faintly, “Oh, and I suppose you and Vickie aren’t together all. the. time?”

Robin stayed hushed, as you and Nance looked at each other and smirked, “You two are sooooo in love with each other, it’s cute.” you complimented watching as her face lit up hearing about how her and her lover were so clearly into one another. 

“What about you? Any guys in your love life?” Nancy relaxed her hand on top of yours beneath the water and you shook your head, “nope, no guys as of right now.” 

“Bullshit. You and Steve?” Robin rose her brows suspiciously as you gasped and shook your head immediately.

Nancy was your friend, and she was also Steve’s ex and you’d be damned if you broke girl code just for a guy.

“Steve and I are friends. All he did was give me a ride home after you ditched me to go on a date.” You lovingly scowled at Robin, who mouthed a “sorry.” 

“He isn’t bad, you know. He actually changed from a year ago, which is telling.” Her voice trailed distantly swimming deeper, Robin following, leaving you behind. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You called out, paddling your arms to catch up to them. 

“Means that if you like him, then take a chance on him.” Nancy said, turning to face you, nervousness covering your expression, not knowing if this was some sort of trick she was playing on you to see if you would break the girl code. 

Nancy could read your mind. She was good at that kind of stuff. 

She smiled sincerely as she reached out, pulling her arms around you in a hug, “You’re my friend and I want you to be happy, and don’t ever worry about the history me and Steve have. It was a good run, but I really feel that Jonathan is my soulmate and you deserve to find yours, too.” 

That was the compassion that you were talking about. 

“Yeah, and Steve wouldn’t shut up at work yesterday. He kept lecturing me that if he wasn’t there that you’d be stranded at a bus stop and something bad could’ve happened to you. Told me to never ditch you for a stupid date again….not unless he was working and could be your emergency ride home. He was real concerned, if you ask me.”

Robin’s confession made the butterflies in your stomach swarm wildly just at the thought of Steve being so concerned with you. You could literally feel your cheeks burning up and you so badly wanted to let out the highest pitch scream of your life feeling like a damn third grader all over again. You were sure that Nancy could feel your heart beating out of your chest since she was still hugging you, but this feeling didn’t last long as you heard tires screeching coming from a short distance away.

“Shit! We’ve been swarmed.” Robin muttered annoyingly, eyes trailing up the small hill seeing Eddie’s van parked while the older teens and kids filed out of the car dressed in their own swimwear. 

Nancy squeezed you in her arms lovingly, “Go get him, tiger!” she released you, swimming back up to the shallow and running into Jonathan’s arm as she pulled him into a kiss.

“Definitely soulmates,” you thought to yourself.

Little by little, the lake was filled with your friends, basking in the peacefulness of their very own private space without needing to worry about nagging adults and bullies. You certainly didn’t want to make the first move to approach Steve, so instead you hung out by yourself, taking in everything all at once.

“Sorry to crash your girl time.” Steve floated up behind you, alarming you as you lost your balance on the uneven lake floor. 

“Sorry! I’m so sorry!” He sprang into action, clutching your arm gently, keeping you up until you gained some sort of stability. 

You let out a relieved breath and finally grinned, getting to meet his eyes. “Don’t be sorry…about crashing…and the jump scare.” 

He returned the smile, nodding his head forward, signaling you to swim with him, and you did, “Max and El complained ten minutes after you guys left and begged Eddie to drive us all here. It wasn’t working up until El threatened she’d rat on Eddie’s drug deals.” 

You giggled, a little water filling your mouth as you swam deeper, feet now unable to touch the ground beneath you, so instantaneously you grabbed the closest thing…or you should say person near you and that was Steve’s wrist. 

“I got you, don’t worry.” He assured you comfortingly, remaining in your spot in the middle of the body of water. The sky grew darker and you could hear the rumbling of thunder that would soon come closer any minute now. 

“Do you guys come out here often?” Steve asked, examining your face while you gawked up at the sky, watching the tiny tiny drops of rain that began to plummet. 

You turned slightly, nodding your head, “Just to get away, but this is the first time we’re here during a storm,”

“There’s a first time for everything, right?” He replied softly, giving your hand a squeeze with his free hand,

“r-right.” your voice shook, melting into his touch.

It was as if you traded positions now. Him staring up at the sky, rain beginning to fall down quicker in bigger drops. He squinted and cursed under his breath, whipping away at his eyes when a raindrop plunged straight into his orbs, making you stifle a cackle. 

You drew him closer by the shoulder to face you fully, “Here, let me see,” your hands letting go of his arm that you gripped on, counting on him to hold you in place to keep you from sinking. Thumbing around his eyes smoothly, you wiped away whatever water particles that were dropped, letting your fingers rest at the high points of his cheeks when you were done.

“He looks like an angel,” you thought to yourself

He blushed, more rain tumbling down and coating your skins, practically blessing you in the cold kiss, “Thanks” 

“I said that out loud?!” 

He bowed, smirking now, realizing that you didn’t even intend for him to hear you say that. Now he knew that you felt it. The magic. And it was about to be sealed, the two of you leaning closer until Robin’s voice echoed and thunder struck. 

“Get your asses back up here! Storms coming in!” 

_

“Hey Steven, I’ve been holding back this feeling

So I’ve got some things to say to you

I’ve seen it all, so I thought

But I never seen nobody shine the way you do”

You bit on finger nails, trotting the front of the Byers-Hopper resident, as it was your last resort at getting some advice without risking running into Steve. It had been two weeks. Two entire weeks since the lake incident and even when you ran into Steve, you made sure the interaction was short and quick. A “hello, how are you doing? That sounds good! I have to go, bye!” was the normal conversation now as you couldn’t bear to face him after almost kissing him. 

Your knuckles were about to knock on the door again, but halted midway when Mrs. Byers opened up the door with a sparkling smile on her face, welcoming you in, “Hey sweetie! Come in, come on.” 

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Byers.” You said hastily toeing off your shoes and entering her home. 

She led you into the living room, gesturing you to sit on the couch. “Are you looking for El? Or Nancy? They’re at the arcade with the kids, honey. I could give you a ride if—“ 

You shook your head, cutting her sentence off as she oh’d and waited for you to speak. “I like this boy. And I really need advice, but I can’t really go to Nance or Robin about it ‘cause they’re with the guy right now. And I really can’t talk to my own mother about it since, I don’t know, I don’t want it to be awkward or anything. And I most definitely can’t talk to Mrs. Wheeler about it since the guy and—“ 

She snickered, slowing you down, taking a seat beside you, and pulling your arms into her lap as she smiled, “Take it easy, sweetheart, I’m all ears alright? You can tell me everything you feel comfortable telling me, and I’ll try to give you the best advice I can.” 

You needed that more than anything, so you hugged her, and you hugged her tightly. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Byers—“ 

“Joyce.” She corrected rubbing your back then drawing away as she pushed the stray hairs away from your face. 

“Thank you, Joyce…I just really like this guy, but I don’t know how to tell him or if I even should.” Your head rested in your hands now, mind racing with a million “what if’s” all going in the right and wrong direction, depending on how you would approach this situation. 

Joyce rested a hand on your back, rubbing up and down soothingly like a mother would, “Honey, why don’t we start off with what you like about the boy?” 

Your list went on for the next fifteen minutes as she sat there, beaming with pride at how enamored you were over this guy. I mean, you just kept going on and on about how kind and hardworking he was. How he had this entire character development, and it wasn’t some sort of phase in order to be liked by other people, but how he genuinely changed to be a better person. 

“He’s just wonderful…everything about him, he’s practically perfect.” Your hands crossed over one another in the air, finishing up your spiel and taking a deep breath before looking at Joyce, who was still smiling from ear to ear. 

“He sounds like it, sweetheart. I just don’t understand why you’re scared to confess how you feel.” Her forehead creased, and you exhaled sadly.

“I hate rejection. I fear it. And, Steve, he’s amazing and I don’t know if I’ll be able to live with myself knowing that I ruined a perfectly good friendship, all because I couldn’t look past some feelings.” 

She hummed when you mentioned his name for the first time since for the past twenty minutes you were referring to the mystery guy as “him or he.” Steve was a good kid. She knew that for sure. He had apologized to Jonathan for some poor behavior in the past, but made the effort to change and actually stuck to his guns.

He was good. Good for you. 

“Honey, there is no doubt in my mind that Steve may share these romantic feelings for you after what you told me, but you’ll never know if you don’t say anything. The worst that will happen is that he says he just doesn’t feel the same. And if that’s the case, just know that there is someone out there who will care and adore you unconditionally.” 

Joyce was right, and you hated to admit that, partly because you just didn’t want to hear Steve utter the words, “I don’t like you back” but because you had been so good at not getting swept off your feet. The last relationship you had was back in sophomore year, and the guy was a total jerk—like the old Steve. It wasn’t the fact that you were scared of old Steve coming back, but more so the idea that you weren’t good enough for the new Steve, and how were you going to be able to keep up with a catch like him? 

But fuck it. Here goes nothing.

“Does that ride to the arcade still stand?” 

Joyce screeched, kissing your cheek excitedly as she stood up grabbing her car keys, and hurrying you out to the car where she drove you to the whole ten minutes down the arcade where she gave you a hug in the parking lot and again pushed you to get the man of your dreams. 

“The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name

It’s beautiful, wonderful, don’t you ever change

Hey Stephen, why are people always leaving?

I think you and I should stay the same”

Wrapping your fingers around the door, you pulled it open, swarmed by the chatter and sound effects coming from the machines in the arcade. Your eyes trailed around, trying to find him or any of your friends…but there he was. Playing PacMan, of course, with Dustin and Eddie practically breathing down his neck trying to knock him off his game so that he wouldn’t beat his high score. The others were doing there own thing to keep themselves entertained on this weekend.

You smiled at the scene, sneaking a few feet behind them in order to conceal yourself as you listened closely to their conversation, even if it felt a little wrong to do so. 

“Stevie you suck!” Eddie rocked out, making up his own tune and lyrics to distract a very focused Steve. 

Dustin played air guitar on the right side of Steve as Eddie continued, “You’ll never beat my score, you’re just bad luck!” 

“Would you two please just…shut…up.” Steve exhaled, evidently agitated, just wanting to beat Eddie’s goddamn high score on this thing without being tormented by the two boys who were making up insults to get him fired up.

“He’s getting angry, knuckles clenched, about to blow…here we gooooo, but noooooooo!” Eddie erratically drummed his fingers on Steve’s shoulders just a few points away from beating the high score then—

“Hi guys!” Your voice peeped happily as you finally approached them. Steve quickly rotating, totally ignoring the stupid game and taking in all of you. Your oversized pullover and shorts. Beautifully messy hair. And even more beautiful face.

“Hey look who decided to show up and hang with the cool kids!” Eddie teased, reaching over to give you a quick hug, followed by Dustin, who did the same. 

“H-hey!” Steve rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly giving you a warm smile since the last time you two properly talked was at the lake and since then he hasn’t gotten the chance to catch up with you.

“Hi Steve,” you grinned, eyes never learning his the second you made eye contact.

“Mrs. Byers actually gave me a ride here. I know I turned down Eddie’s invitation, but I just needed to talk to her about something first.”

It should’ve been weird, the way you and Steve were just staring at each other, but it wasn’t, not until Dustin quirked up, “Well, what was it?” 

Both sets of eyes snapped away from one another, turning to the youngest who smiled like a maniac, and Eddie, who was sensing the tension between you and Steve but not thinking anything of it.

“Y’know, just boy advice, that’s all.” 

You didn’t see Steve’s eyes as they glimmered, but there was a sense of worry behind them. Had you found someone else? 

Eddie and Dustin gasped, “You like a boy!?” 

“Shut up, you guys!” You reached over, pinching their arms, finally getting them to stop acting like toddlers, especially in front of the guy you had a huge crush on. 

They apologized halfheartedly, still snorting to themselves, “Soooo this guy…” Steve’s voice started catching your attention. 

“Do we know him?” He crossed his arms over his chest, staring at you skeptically. And you built up a new sense of confidence after the pep talk Joyce gave you and you nodded your head, “Very, well actually.” 

I mean, it was pretty obvious who you were talking about, right? You were practically eyeing Steve the entire conversation, so he had to know. He was just playing coy…right?

“Well, I mean, I’m having a party at my place tomorrow. You think he’ll be there?” 

Your smile widened, and you nodded quickly, “He’ll be there. Absolutely.” 

A hand patting your back roughly caused you to turn your head, “This is great! Can’t wait to meet the mystery guy! I’ll pick you and Robin up tomorrow, and we’ll head to Steve’s and meet your guy there.” Eddie wiggled his brow as you rolled your eyes.

“Can I come too? Please!” Dustin clasped his hands together, whining as the three of you shook your heads, the kids were never invited to Steve’s parties when there was alcohol present and tomorrow would be no different. 

It could wait one more day. Tomorrow you’d be the first to admit your feelings. 

_

“They’re dimming the street lights

You’re perfect for me

Why aren’t you here tonight?

I’m waiting alone now

So come on and come out

And pull me near

And shine, shine, shine”

Smoothing out the wrinkles on your jeans, you looked in the mirror, appreciating the way you cleaned up for tonight. Deciding to go for the simple casual look with a cropped white tee and your favorite pair of jeans that fit perfectly, paired with your beat up chucks. Today was the day. Operation, get the man of your dreams, as Joyce liked to call it.

A honking of the car horn startled you, your feet speedily taking you to your bedroom window to see Eddie waving his hand out his window while Robin shouted your name from the passenger seat. 

“I’m coming!” You hollered, sealing your blinds shut and frantically grabbing your purse before jogging down the stairs and shouting a goodbye to your parents who sat on the couch watching late night television. 

When you approached the van, passing Eddie’s window, he sighed, “Finally, you took foreverrrr.” Eddie says sarcastically, looking into the backseat of the van as you got in and shut the door loudly, rolling your eyes, “It was like thirty seconds, Munson, and seriously, one day you’re going to give me a heart attack.” 

“You’ll live.” 

Robin shifted around his her seat, “Munson tells me your crush is going to be at the party tonight.” She plays along, already knowing who the guy is, especially after you confided in her and Nancy after the *almost* kiss in the lake. 

“Yeah, I think I’m going to come clean to him tonight….tell him how I really feel.” 

She squealed, clapping her hands excitedly as you finally gathered up the courage to tell Steve that you liked him and no matter the outcome, she was going to be proud of you. It had been a good year and a half since you met someone who swept you off your feet, like Steve did. And it didn’t help the fact that she could read Steve like the back of her hand and she knew that it was mutually pining between you and him. 

“Have you told Nancy?!” you shook your head, “I’ll tell her as soon as we see her.” you responded as she squealed again while Eddie just listened in, anticipating meeting this special guy.

When the three of you finally arrived, you all made your way into the residence. Eddie parting ways to do a couple of deals while you and Robin headed towards the drink table where you found Nancy and Jonathan cuddled up with red solo cups in their hands. It was nice knowing you had full support from Robin and especially Nance with the whole Steve situation. You knew that they wouldn’t let you do this if they didn’t think Steve was good enough for you and you definitely trusted their advice, considering your two best friends were in healthy relationships now. 

Time ticked. About an hour went by and you had yet to come across, let alone find Steve. You, Robin, and Nancy split up, checking every room and area of the damn house, hoping to find him and lead him to you. I mean, it was his own goddamn party, so where the hell could he be? 

“Don’t stress, cupcake, he’s probably just late.” Eddie declared with a cigarette in his mouth, watching your figure pace the porch with what was your third drink of the night in your hand.

You shook your head and glanced up at him through your lashes, evidently not satisfied with that excuse, “You don’t understand, Eddie, he’s supposed to be here.” 

“Maybe he ran out to get beers or something?” Robin suggested from where she sat on the garden bench, head on Nancy’s shoulder while Jonathan kept quiet to himself, not really understanding what was going on thanks to the palm tree delight he bought from Eddie half an hour ago. 

You weren’t content with that either, instead you tipped your cup of spiked punch to your lips, letting the liquid flow down your throat, assuming it would ease some of the stress and worry you were feeling in his very moment. 

Your friends couldn’t stand seeing you like this. I mean, you must have had to be head over heels over this guy, especially he had you resorting to drinking when you usually, didn’t,

“Gosh, come here.” Nancy’s arm sprang out, pulling you mid walk into the last empty spot on the bench. 

She and Robin both wrapped their arms around you in a soothing hold, knowing you needed this. Whenever you were anxious, a good ole’ hug always made you feel safe and secure. 

“He’s going to be here alright, then you can talk to him in private and tell him how you feel.” Robin murmured against your neck, hand rubbing comforting circles on your back as your breathing calmed down. 

Nancy hummed in accord, pushing away the strays of your hair behind your ear, “And we’re going to be here if anything goes wrong. We’re not leaving without you.” 

At that moment, your eyes caught the maroon BMW that you rode in a couple of times since the two of you became friends. It came to a stop, parking just a few feet away from you in the driveway, then the driver’s door opened and there he was. 

Your breathing hitched, watching his every move in slow motion, and then your friends gave you a strengthening pat on the back before they pulled away. “It’s now or never,” you sighed, standing up, your grip on your solo cup tightening as some sort of comfort fidget. 

But the comfort was soon ripped away from you when the cup and its remnants splattered onto the concrete when you saw Marissa get out of his passenger seat. 

“Oh, my god,” lips quivering and your voice barely a whisper anymore

Your heart was breaking, and the tears were beginning to form. You should’ve known that he would pick her, let alone any other girl, over you any day. She was beautiful, popular, and well liked. She’d been throwing rocks at his window while you were waiting around, doing nothing but crushing on a boy you knew you couldn’t have. 

“Hey…woah are you ok?” Steve approached you, just as your drink fell and you nodded, stuck in the place in front of him as your feet couldn’t bear to move right now. 

“Stevie, wanna go in and dance?” Marissa’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard, eating you and all the happy moments you and Steve shared up. 

You cringed, shutting your eyes tightly, causing two tears to leak from each eye, Steve obviously noticing it thanks to the streetlights that lit up the neighborhood. 

He turned his head, shaking his head at the girl, “No, no, you just head inside, alright?” she wailed again, before heading inside all by herself. 

You felt a pair of hands come up to hold your shoulders and you flinched, forcing your teary eyes to snap open and stare into Steve’s, “What’s going on? Why’re you crying? Did your guy do something?” 

Was this a sick joke the world was playing on you? The lump in your throat was supposed to stop you from speaking a single word from him, but it didn’t as you muttered a low, “forget about it,” shrugging his hands off of you roughly and walking away from his home, needing to get away from him and everything that reminding you of him. 

“Holy shit.” Eddie and Jonathan muttered to themselves quietly as they watched the scene unfold. The realization hitting them that Steve was mystery guy all along. Jesus, they were slow.

The girls grimaced, instantly standing up and grabbing the two men to go after you. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” Steve snagged onto Robin’s arm as she passed him swiftly, frowning as she pushed it away from her. 

“I need to go after my best friend, alright?” She left it at that, her, Nancy, and Jonathan running after you down the street. 

Eddie shook his head, standing face to face with Harrington, “You just made the biggest mistake of your life, dude.” he threw his cigarette onto the ground, stomping it out before going after you and leaving Steve a confused mess on the porch. 

Was it a poor choice for a buzzed you to show up at Joyce’s home on a Friday night? 

Sure, but you had no other place to go, and you definitely didn’t want your parents to worry over seeing you crying hysterically over a boy who wasn’t yours. So you begged Jonathan to let you stay at his home, and usually he wouldn’t mind, but at this point you were sad-drunk, a hot mess with a mascara tear soaked face and extremely messy hair. The last thing he wanted was a lecture from Joyce and Hop about parties, but he knew you needed a place to stay so he opened up the doors for you.

“I hate him! I never wanna see his stupid…dumb…perfect….handsome face….ever…again!”

Your fists pounded into Eddie’s chest as you drunkenly continued to break down while he held you up and Nancy and Robin, rushed Jonathan to get the door open with his spare key that he just so happened forgot in his other pair of jeans—

“What the hell—” The front door whipped open, and there was Hopper, standing in his pajamas, staring at the teens who tried to explain themselves.

Thankfully, Joyce came to the rescue, immediately pulling you into her arms once she saw your state, “Girls’ only!” she called out, stopping the moments of the guys who were following. She led your crying body into the guest bedroom where you plopped down onto the mattress, letting the sheets soak in your tears. 

Joyce listened as Robin and Nancy explained the entire situation. How you were supposed to come clean to Steve and tell him how much the romantic feelings for him have grown over the past two months, but instead you were met with the harsh reality that Steve had already found someone. 

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry.” She rubbed your back kindly, as you continued to sob, feeling so pathetic for even thinking that Steve would feel the same for you.

Maybe he was just leading you on. Maybe he didn’t change at all. He was still the same player from high school who broke the hearts of girls who actually liked him. 

“You’ll get over him, sweetheart…you’re a good girl who deserves someone who doesn’t think you’re the second choice.” Joyce continued to console you through the tears, while Robin and Nancy excused themselves, going to get some water and tissues for you. 

There they found the boys. Eddie, Jonathan, and Hopper, sitting on the couch in uncomfortable silence as your cries from the hallway filled the home. The situation would’ve been ever more pressing if they had to explain to the kids that their hero babysitter was actually a prick, but thankfully, they were spending the night at the Wheelers.

“Is she ok?” Eddie stood up quickly. He could kill Steve, to be honest, but he didn’t need Hooper on his ass for another reason other than his drug dealing. 

The two girls shook their heads, “She’s a wreck—umm Jonathan, do you’ve got any tissues around?” Nancy proposed, and he coughed stiffly, nodding as he led her into one of the closets, passing her a fresh box of unopened tissues. 

“I think she’s going to crash here tonight, so Nance and I will make sure she gets home safe tomorrow morning. In the meantime, just keep it hush, alright? She already feels terrible.” Robin told them, as they all nodded their heads. 

That night, you laid in the middle of the queen sized bed, as the girls did their very best to comfort you through this heartache. Cracking jokes at Steve’s expense to make you laugh a little. Putting on some tunes that would lift your spirits. And even having an impromptu movie night, scarfing down popcorn, chips, and soda to make you feel better. 

_ 

“We should totally go!” Robin gleefully threw an arm around your shoulders as the three of you walked down the school’s halls. Nancy had picked off a flyer from the school’s bulletin board about the upcoming Hawkins’ fair that would feature a few booths from school to help raise money for this year’s extra-curricular activities like the sports team and the news writing club. 

You shrugged and sighed. “I’m not really in the mood to go out.” 

You really weren’t in the mood for anything these days. Instead, you opted to stay locked in your room, journaling about how you felt, knowing it was your safest bet on not looking like a lovesick fool in front of your friends. Plus, hanging out with the whole gang meant risking running into Steve, and that was the last thing you wanted. If you had to throw away your social life for the rest of senior year in order to avoid him, then you would.

And you weren’t kidding either.

“It’ll be fun…we’ll play a bunch of stupid fair games, then eat a bunch of stupid fair food, and maybe we’ll even win one of those ridiculously stupid teddy bears.” Nancy tries to convince you, poking your side gently, making a small smile break out on your face. 

The fair was a week away, so you had plenty of time to decide if you wanted to go or not. You didn’t know if you’d be in the right head space when the date came closer, so just to be safe, you left the plans up in the air. Nancy and Robin gave you a comforting hug as they went off to their last period of the day, but since you were waaay caught up on credits, you had a free period to either stay back at school or head home. Today you decided to stay back, heading into the empty music room to get some peace, knowing that no one spent their free period there and you’d have it all to yourself. 

“Finally.” You murmured, tossing down your backpack as you took a seat in one of the chairs, before reaching in and pulling out your journal and jotting down the thoughts that lingered in your head today. 

It was nice being able to have some peace and quiet, especially after being surrounded by noisy classrooms and students. You hummed softly, as you wrote freely, not noticing the door to the music room opening and the figures coming closer to you. 

“What’re you doing here?” 

“Holy shit!” You jumped in your chair, notebook flying out of your hand and landing with a smack on the floor as you looked up and saw Eddie and some of his friends from Corroded Coffin.

You groaned, reaching over and slapping Eddie on the arm harshly. “Eddie, you can’t just sneak up on me like that! I could’ve punched you or something!” 

He and the guys laughed, apologizing before Eddie bent down, picking up your book. His eyes didn’t mean to read the contents, but he really couldn’t miss the name that was written about five times, followed by some catchy and corny phrases. He smiled as he passed it back to you. 

“You wrote a song about Steve?” He pulled a chair out, remaining in front of you as you furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head. 

“It’s just some stupid writing.” You clarified, looking back down into your book and rereading them in your head. 

His bandmates took a seat as well, giving you a smile and hello, “Do you guys want me to leave? I didn’t know you had band practice.” 

“What was that tune that you were humming?” Eddie waved off your question as you peered at him, perplexed. 

He motioned his hands at you, telling you to repeat the melody, and you sighed, rolling your eyes as you did. 

Eddie repeated it and laughed, pulling your notebook to him, reading the lyrics in his head. You were a goddamn genius without even knowing it. 

“Do you hum this every time you write?” He asked curiously, and you shrugged, pulling your precious notebook full of your secrets to your chest. 

“I hum all the time…but that specific tune only for this entry.” You told him as he sat back in his chair and looked over at you, “I’m gonna hum that melody and I want you to sing those lines. Just whatever feels right, sing it that way.” 

“Eddie, it’s not a song, it’s just a—“ 

He placed a hand over yours, giving you those eyes followed by a “trust me.” 

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you opened up the book to those pages, singing quietly enough for Eddie to hear as he hummed the melody over and over, putting his little twist on it as you got further into the sweet lyrics…and bam! 

You were a goddamn song writer. 

“Holy shit.” Gareth smirked, clapping his hands as you finished up the first chorus. 

Soon, the rest of the guys; Jeff, Kevin, and Eddie followed. “You need to perform this song,” his fingers dug into the table, basically demanding you to do this outrage thing that was totally out of your comfort zone.

“No! Are you insane!” You argued, shutting the notebook close and stuffing it back into your backpack, hiding it away from ever being seen again. 

“At the fair…we have a set, but we can give you like five minutes and you can open and perform this song!” Eddie rubbed his hands together excitedly, already planning it, as you shook your head with wide eyes in panic. 

“You know I absolutely cannot go and do that! You expect me to just name drop Steve out in the open like that? Especially after he practically ripped my heart into shreds!“ 

Eddie shushed you, gripping your shoulders in his hands. “I know that your heart still feels broken, but it’s going to stay that way if you never get those things you’ve been wanting to say off your chest. You wrote this for a reason, believe it or not. You deserve to tell him how you feel, and the least he can do is listen.” 

You swallowed, not wanting to admit that Eddie was finally right about something. You had avoided Steve for the past few days and there was still so much you wanted to say to him, even after the incident that happened on that Friday night. You wanted him to know that you really did have true and deep feelings for him. That he messed up overlooking a gem of a girl who was ready and willing to give the world to him because you liked the real Steve.

Not the one that threw drunken weekend parties, but….

The one who wasn’t scared to swim in the middle of god knows where during a storm. 

The one who wore that stupid Scoops Ahoy uniform and ripped off the stupid hat, breaking company policy. 

The one who babysat freshman since he didn’t have anything better to do. 

The one who would offer you rides when you and Robin would spend the entire night at the theaters with no one left to take you home. 

The one and only Steven Harrington. 

“Fine. But you promise I won’t make a fool out of myself?” 

You held your pinky finger out between the two of you and he chuckled, nodding his head, hooking his with yours. 

“And I want a ride after this. To the mall.” 

It was like it was supposed to happen, and everything felt so right. The guys had sprung into action, pitching ideas as they strummed and hit their instruments, coming up with a harmony that would compliment the melody and lyrics. It definitely wasn’t close to metal, more like country pop, but by god it sounded great and they were not going to miss out on this type of talent. When the last bell of the day rang, you thanked each of the guys with a smile and hug before practically dragging Eddie to his van, demanding he drive quickly to StarCourt. 

And now you were here. Maneuvering through the crowded mall with Eddie trailing quickly behind you, trying to get you to slow down, but it only made you want to walk faster until you pulled the doors open. 

“What are we doing here?”

“Steve!” you shouted, quickly grabbing his attention, dropping the scooper and hopping over the counter to stand in front of you.

He had tried to call your home phone, but you never picked up seeing his caller ID. And when he asked Robin, or Nancy, or anyone about you, they’d tell him you weren’t feeling well and were avoiding everyone. But he didn’t believe any of it. Not even for a second. You wouldn’t do that. 

“H-hey, hey, I’ve been worried sick about you—I mean, I haven’t seen you for like five days and that’s a while. You usually come around to hang out with Robin or just to talk…and you haven’t been around, at least when I’m around…did I do something?” 

His voice was unsteady and rapid, trying his best to act relaxed about it, but he wasn’t going to let you run away this easily. He wanted answers. Why were you avoiding him? He needed to know so he could make it all better. Or at least try to. 

“Come to the fair…the one happening in a week.” You told him instantly, standing up straight and not letting your guard down for even a second.

He stared blankly at you, confused, but still he nodded, “Y-yeah, sure. Of course. I’ll be there.” 

You smiled, getting the answer you wanted, “I’ll see you then,” you turned on your heels, about to walk out, but he grabbed onto your arm gently. 

“Wait, just…just give me a second, alright. I want you to have something.” 

He gave you a hopeful smile, as you sighed, nodding your head as you watch him rush to the backroom. You could hear Eddie making some joking comments from behind you, but you ignored him, watching Steve step back out with a bowl of ice cream in his hands, quickly bringing it to you and placing it in your hands.

Vanilla ice cream topped off with sprinkles, two lines of chocolate sauce, and a little dollop of whipped cream.

“I make one every day…..in case you come in.” He said, as you eyed the treat and your heart began to race a little. 

You wanted to jump into his arms and tell him how much you liked him, but instead you settled for a thank you and a smile. Walking out of the store with Eddie smiling behind you like an idiot and Steve left standing, wondering why you were acting so casual when he was clearly into you.

_

For the past four minutes, you had been immersed in the story of you and Steve. Not paying attention to the large crowd that formed, swaying and cheering along to your singing frame that waltzes around the stage without a care in the world. 

And Steve. He was beside himself, feeling so dumb for not making a move quick enough. How you liked him so much that you wrote him a song, but the only thing he did was give you a damn bowl of ice cream that just so happened to be your new go-to and favorite.

But as the last set of lyrics from the bridge left your mouth, you slowed down your dancing. Placing the mic back onto the stand as you beamed at Steve, wanting him to know that in this moment you were only seeing him, and this was for him. 

“Hey Steven, I could give you 50 reasons

Why I should be the one you choose

All those other girls, well, they’re beautiful

But would they write a song for you?”

He smirked, shaking his head and mouthing you a “no!” as you finally laughed. Actually, let out a laugh that perfectly went with the song before getting pulled into the chorus one last time. 

“I can’t help it if you look like an angel

Can’t help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I’ve been feeling since I met you

Can’t help it if there’s no one else

Mmm, I can’t help myself”

You took a deep breath as your song finished up. Totally surprised by the overwhelming applause you received from the town and your friends, but especially Steve, who shouted out a, “you rock!” making you giggle. You quickly bowed, gesturing towards the band who made it all possible, walking over to give Eddie a giant hug. 

“Killed it, sweetheart.” He whispered into your hair as you grinned, pulling away, “All thanks to you…and hey, thanks for encouraging me to do this.” 

“Don’t mention it…now go get your Steven.” His voice teasing, finger pointed at Steve in the crowd, who waved at you, gesturing over to the side of the stage, wanting to meet you there. 

“Wish me luck.” You sighed, giving him a smile as he nodded. 

You gave the crowd one last wave before Corroded Coffin went back to their regular programming, heavy metal and punk as you jogging off to the side of the stage where Steve was already waiting. Hands in his jean pockets, staring down at the grass before you cleared your throat, coming closer to him, just inches away. 

“H-hey.” You said quietly, with a smile, hoping this wasn’t too awkward. 

He let out a relieved sigh and smiled too, “Hey yourself…I….I’m stupid for not chasing after you that night.” 

You nodded, remaining quiet as you tucked your hands behind your back, digging your nails into your palms anxiously,

“I know it looked bad, but it really wasn’t what it seemed. She is nothing but a stranger, I swear. I don’t feel anything for her...at all. I just gave her a ride since I didn’t want her to be stranded after her friends left her on the side of the road.” 

He tried his best to explain it to you, and you listened, heart still stinging a bit,

“All this time, it’s been you…and I meant it when I said I didn’t want to waste any time on another empty relationship. I don’t want to waste any time with another girl because I want you and only you. These past couple of days, I’ve been feeling unfulfilled, and that’s because you’re not around.” 

Your mouth hung open and your heart raced a million times over the speed limit, he removed his hands from his pockets, gently reaching to grab yours from behind your back and holding each of them in his, “I like you and I like you a lot…i know I messed up, but I can make it up to you if you let—“ 

Without a second thought, you drove your head forward, connecting your lips together in the most electrifying kiss of your life. The sparks flew, and you felt the magic coursing around the two of you. His lips moved against yours, arms moving to pull you tighter, basically hugging your bodies together as you gripped onto his shoulders, deepening the kiss, only pulling away when you felt droplets of rain coming down slowly. 

You giggled, blinking up at the sky, both of you realizing how ironic the situation was, especially after the lyrics you had just sung out for him. 

“That’s means I like you too.” You grinned softly, resting your forehead against his as you two dorks gawked at each other, filled with so much lust and affection. 

“How does it go again?” He rose his brows, swaying your body in his cages, “I can’t help it if I wanna kiss you in the raaaainnnn sooooooo!” He sang it loud and proudly as you threw your head back, giggling uncontrollably as you playfully tried to push him away, but he wasn’t going to let you go this easily.

Not this time. Not ever again. 

You shut him up with a kiss and he returned it, still mumbling the lyrics against you, making the laugher never stop.

He finally pulled away, your face in his hands now as he took in your features and those bright eyes, “Let’s go win you one of those stupid teddy bears, I want you to write another song about me!” 

“Of course you do, Steven.” You rolled your eyes jokingly, squealing as he kissed you again, feeling your smile against his lips, which he was sure was ear to ear, and now he was certain he was never letting you go.

And you never looked back as he dragged you into a lifetime of happiness and fulfillment that you never thought was possible. 

He was your Steven and many more love songs that you marvelously wrote.

A/N: I know it was long, but I hope you guys enjoyed it! This is my first fic I am ever publishing on tumblr so I really appreciate all comments you guys leave <3 I’m also planning to write a bunch of Steve and Eddie (maybe even Robin) fics based on taylor swift songs!!!

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[ashwhowrites]

eddie x bestfriend! reader where eddie gets a new girlfriend to make the reader jealous because he really likes her. So he starts to bring his gf around hellfire and the reader and her get along really well. But it’s only because she’s eddie’s bestfriend and wants to support him even though she’s in love with him. Anyways, eddie gets upset that they’re getting along and realizes that he’s jus theming an asshole and should tell the reader how he feels so he breaks up with his gf and she completely understand, and then him and the reader have a heart to heart, happy ending please!!!

I love this!

⚠️angst for the start! I changed it just a tad bit because I don't like the idea of a girl being used :)

Eddie had feelings for his best friend, Y/N for months. But he was always too chicken to make the move. He couldn't lose her if she rejected him.

So he thought, why not make her jealous? See if she has a reaction. A reaction that would tell him everything he needed.

Eddie had the perfect girl in mind. At the mechanic shop he worked out, there was a female coworker around his age that recently moved to the school. He begged her throughout their whole shift.

"please Alex, just for a little while? I just want to see if she'll get jealous" he begged.

"is this the girl you've been talking about since you started here?" She questioned

Eddie blushed and nodded.

"fine. Only because I know you really like her"

Y/N smiled as she walked into the lunch room, heading for her usual spot next to Eddie. She went to place her tray down when Eddie stopped her.

"sorry Y/N, Alex is going to sit there today" he said, smiling.

Watching her closely, searching her face for a reaction.

"oh, who's Alex?" She squeaked out.

"my girlfriend"

The huge smile on his face made her heart sink. She bit her lip and nodded

"oh wow! Okay. No problem" she politely sat across from where Alex would be, sitting next to Dustin.

Eddie deflated slightly. She didn't look bothered at all.

"hi guys!" Alex waved as she took her seat. Her brown eyes quickly searched the table for the mystery girl.

Alex was taken back, she was gorgeous. She could easily see why Eddie was so smitten with her

"you must be Alex! It's so nice to meet you" Y/N said, holding out her hand. Her eyes looked over Alex. She was breathtaking. Dark hair and brown eyes. She had tattoos up her arms and nose pierced. Definitely Eddie's type.

Alex smiled at her pointlessness. Shaking the girls soft hand. Eddie watched the interaction closely. His body deflating even more.

~~

"Great. She looked perfectly fine" Eddie sighed as he sat in his throne chair.

"I'm sure she was caught off guard. She probably didn't have enough time to have a reaction" Alex explained.

The two went quiet when Y/N walked into the hellfire room

"oh Alex! You play?" She questioned. She was the only girl Eddie knew that played, that's what made her special.

Alex smirked, the tone in her voice went higher pitched.

"oh no! I just wanted to see Eddie in action." She flirted, her hand landing on his knee, turning her head to smile at him.

Eddie looked at Alex confused, she knew how to play? Why did she lie?

"oh okay" Y/N smiled. Pulling out a chair and sitting on the other side of Eddie. Once again across from Alex.

Alex leaned up and whispered into Eddie's ear

"you have her on the line now. Follow my lead"

Eddie nodded, eyes looking over to Y/N who quickly looked away. Waiting for the rest of the group to show up.

~~

This was the worst hellfire experience of her life. Eddie spent the whole camping with Alex on his lap. Teaching her the way of the game.

Y/N tried not to be jealous. He was single. He was allowed to teach his girlfriend how to play. She tried to ignore their big smiles and her giggles as she cheered.

As the group cleaned up and headed out of the doors. Y/N was left behind with the couple.

"she's good isn't she?" Eddie asked, nodding his head to Alex, who still was on his lap.

"oh yeah! Alex you were amazing for a beginner. I wish I was that good when I started" Y/N smiled.

Alex felt herself smiling. This girl was like a ball of sunshine. She felt a tad guilty trying to make this girl jealous. But if it ends with Eddie and her finally together, then it was worth it.

Y/N excused herself and walked out the door.

"WAIT I'M YOUR RIDE!" Eddie shouted after her

"It's okay. I can catch a ride with Chrissy. Alex gets the hellfire ice cream welcome right? I don't want to intrude on the date" Y/N said softly as she closed the door behind her. Blinking back her tears. Wanting to ignore the images of them sharing ice cream and kissing all night.

"the what?" Alex asked confused

"I may have told her when someone new joins I take them out for ice cream as an excuse to take her out" Eddie blushed

"and now she thinks we have an ice cream date. She's so adorable Eddie" Alex sighed

"I know but she obviously likes you so just great" Eddie huffed out, standing up.

"she likes me Eddie because she thinks you like me. It's in her eyes, she's jealous. She likes you Eddie." Alex explained

"if she's jealous why won't she say anything?"

"Eddie. She doesn't want to upset you. She thinks we are actually together. Is she really the type of girl to ruin a relationship just to get what she wants?" Alex questioned. She already knew the answer but it needed to connect in Eddie's head.

"no she wouldn't" Eddie sighed

"don't give up. It's working" she smiled

~~

Eddie and Alex kept their fake relationship going for a few months.

Alex and Y/N actually were becoming really good friends. Alex easily learning Y/N's body language.

Prom was around the corner and Eddie's final plan was set.

"you ready to ask her?" Alex asked as she handed Eddie the flowers

"what if she says no? What if we have this all wrong?" Eddie panicked. Rejection was still a 50/50 chance.

"Eddie listen to me. I've spent months with this girl. She's in love with you. She talks about you all the time. She purposely gives me details of things you like so I can do them for you. She wouldn't try that hard to make your relationship work with another girl if she didn't care. She wants you to be happy and she's fine even if it's with another girl. I'm a girl, I know this. So man up and ask your damn girl to prom!" Alex snapped. Pushing Eddie out of the van as Y/N was walking past.

Alex quickly hid in the backseat

"woah Eddie. What's up?" Y/n laughed as Eddie practically jumped out of his van

"I have a question for you" he breathed out, handing her the flowers

She took them confused

"look I've had this crush on you for so long. I've been in love with you just as long. I adore the way you talk. The way you laugh. How amazing you play dnd. You brighten up every single day of my life and I want to ask you, if you'd be my date to prom? How would that sound to you?" He breathed out. Anxiety filling his body.

He watched as she closed her eyes. Tears filling them quickly. He looked at her worried as she smashed the flowers in his chest

"sounds good to me Eddie. She'll love it" she choked out, smiling fast.

"wait what?" He questioned out loud. She was walking away towards her car and he watched her confused

"go after her idiot!" Alex said through the window.

Eddie looked over at her, confusion still in his eyes

"EDDIE GO!" She screamed.

Eddie jumped into action, throwing the flowers on the ground and running after Y/N and yanking her arm back. Turning her around.

She stood there with tears falling down her cheeks

"why are you crying gorgeous? Don't cry or I'll cry" He spoke softly. Wiping her tears with his thumbs

"Eddie I can't do this. I'm sorry" she cried. Shaking her head as she sobbed harder.

"do what? I don't understand"

"I can't keep acting like I'm okay with you and Alex. I know it's wrong but fuck I hate seeing how happy you are. It hurts so bad. And now you are taking her to prom, and I just always dreamed of you asking me. And I'm selfish. I shouldn't be telling you any of this because Alex is amazing and sh-" Eddie cut off her rambling with his lips.

Wrapping his arm around her waist and cupping her jaw. Kissing her passionately. She kissed back. Tangling her hands in his hair as she pushed herself against him.

Once she realized what she was doing she shoved him off of her. Eddie stumbled over his feet at the action

"Eddie! Oh my god we shouldn't have done that"

She just helped Eddie cheat on his girlfriend

"Alex and I aren't together. It wasn't real" he spoke fast. He needed her to understand right away.

"what?" She was confused

"Alex works at the mechanic shop. I asked her to pretend to be my girlfriend to make you jealous. I was asking you to prom. Not asking if it was good enough to ask her. It's always been you and no one else. I'm sorry I didn't just tell you. I was scared. Scared you wouldn't li-" this time she cut him off. Smashing her lips back on his.

He hummed as she threw herself in his arms. Holding her tightly as he kissed her back.

She pulled back with a smile

"I love you too and I'd love to go to prom"

Eddie silently cheered in his head.

Eddie finally got his girl

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