#god Steve let people love you not the idea of you or the actions you perform

[corrodedcoughin]

Hello! I'm back with more thoughts! I've seen so many posts and fics lately where everyone is super mean to Steve and I'm emotional I just want people to be nice to him. He gives so much to everyone! He cares so much! Idk I'm just an emo Steve Girlie rn

Give me a Robin who loves Steve with all her heart. He's her best friend, her platonic soulmate, her favourite guy. Robin, who makes sure to say "love ya, dingus" every time she says goodbye to Steve. When they hang up the phone, when one finishes a shift at Family Video, when one leaves the others house. And Steve always responds in kind, saying he loves her, and calling her Robbie or Robs or Dork or Dweeb. It makes Dustin absolutely insufferable, with him still not shutting up about them dating, but neither of them want to stop. Steve got literally tortured for her, she thought he died down in that bunker and there's no way she's stopping telling him that she loves him.

Robin and Steve who tell each other everything, things they've never told anyone else. Steve who tells Robin about the Halloween party. About bullshit. About how Nancy never loved him. How she broke his heart. He's over Nancy, but fuck, sometimes it still fucking hurts. And Robin who responds by immediately phasing the phase bullshit out of her vocabulary. Who makes sure to let Steve know that she loves him and always will.

Give me someone actually acknowledging that Steve is smart in his own way. Steve, who will occasionally venture into the Wheelers basement when Hellfire runs overtime to round up the kids, only to find absolutely everyone arguing over what to do next. Gareth, Jeff, the other one, all of the party. They'll ask Eddie a question (who is sitting behind his screen looking smug as hell) and then get back to bickering. And almost automatically Steve just says "What about X?" And proceeds to point out a detail that literally everyone missed. Because he's good at noticing things! He's aware! He's smart! He's the one who pointed out the Indiana Flyer music on the Russian message. If it weren't for him - Robin and Dustin still would have thought the message came from Russia itself. And someone says 'Good idea Steve'. And later Eddie admits to Steve that he was 100% right. The others were running themselves in circles, overthinking everything. If it weren't for Steve, they'd probably still be stuck there.

Give me a Dustin who loves Steve like a brother. Who keeps inviting Steve over for Sunday roast with his mother, and for a sleepover and pizza on a Friday after school because he genuinely loves spending time with Steve. Who tells him things he doesn't tell his mother, asks him for help with his hair. Bring back their dorky handshake that they made together when Dustin made Steve watch Star Wars with him (it wasn't super his thing, but he liked the teddy bears and Dustin loves it, so). They argue and bicker and tease each other like siblings - know exactly how to push each others buttons - but they love each other (even if Steve still thinks Dustin needs to learn more about humility and personal boundaries. If he has to hear one more comment about him dating Robin he swears to God...)

Give me an Eddie who starts dating Steve and instantly turns into the sappy, cheesy, absolutely head over heels goofball he really is under all that bluster. He put on a mask of his own, just like Steve used to. The freak, the metal head, the Satanist, and intimidating drug dealing son of a bitch. But he's really just a dorky guy who cares so passionately about the things he's interested in, trying to make his way and find his place in the world. Eddie, who realised he can be a bit of a hypocrite - once saying all jocks and popular kids were conformists and assholes, putting them in boxes - and then dating Steve who genuinely likes his light wash jeans and polo shirts. Who has fun playing basketball with Lucas and watching the baseball with Wayne (and doesn't that make Eddie's heart clench, seeing his two favourite people together). Who does these things because he likes them, actually, not because they'd make him popular.

So Eddie makes sure to tell Steve that the new polo he bought looks really good on him, nice pick babe. (And he's not lying - that shirt does amazing things to his shoulders, and the colour looks really nice with his skintone.) Eddie who smiles and nods when Steve starts talking about this really cool car he saw drive through town the other day, you should have seen it Eds; or about this really awesome play in the game last night, he was on the edge of his seat, because Steve just lights up having someone who listens. His parents never did. Tommy and Carol never did. So Robin does. So Eddie does.

Just Eddie loving and caring for this amazing guy he got the privilege to date (scared as they both are). Steve, his wonderful boyfriend who tries to learn about metal for him, and goes to Corroded Coffin concerts for him, and takes him to the drive in to see a horror that Steve doesn't like but Eddie does.

So Eddie goes on hikes with Steve (they're exhausting, but Steve seemed so happy to have him with him); and tries to learn the rules of Basketball to surprise him; and picks cheesy action movies to watch together because Steve likes them.

I just want fluff

And I just want to live in this. Oh my god this has squeezed my heart to the point of immobilisation. I can’t say anything other then please please if you ever expand on this I’ll be first in line. Steve has been the protector, the carer, the overseer, the worrier for everyone important to him and he is so reluctant to let somebody do that for him. Reluctant because he doesn’t want to get used to something that could be so easily taken away from him.

It takes him time but eventually Steve learns to accept this love from his friends. Let’s himself be loved with no expectations. The thing is it’s hard, really hard. He keeps trying to ‘pay people back’ for the kindness they show him. Thinks it is an exchange and panics when he thinks he hasn’t held up his side of the friendship. Tries to practically throws gifts at them, hoping he can buy their favour and that they won’t throw him to the side.

It gets to be too much and he gets overwhelmed and he cries. He’s in family video with Robin, eddie and Dustin. The three of them planning weekend activities, making sure to ask Steve what he wants to do and he just cracks. Can’t stop himself. Apologises, tells himself he’s being stupid. Takes himself off to the back room. It’s so abrupt that they all follow him, asking if he’s okay. Steves reluctant to say but then they see the tears in his eyes

‘so stupid guys I’m so sorry I’m trying really hard. Please tell me what to do. I need to make it up to you, please. I promise I can’

Robin crowds into his space, hugging him from behind.

‘Steve. This isn’t how this works. It’s okay. You are okay. You don’t buy us. I’m too expensive for that anyway’

Eddie is leaning up against the doorframe, fingers twitching to touch steve, reassure him, but restrains himself

‘Stevie, sweetheart, believe it or not, we want to do stuff with you. I have personally found a deep and unspeakable love for hearing you wax poetic about cars, so please. Now that I am acclimatised, don’t take that away from me?’ It’s all said with a smile but it’s sincere and Steve can see that

Dustin goes to start talking but Steve stops him

‘Henderson if you say one nice word I swear to god I’ll never let you live it down.’

So Dustin just flips his middle finger with a smile but still lets out a ‘love you man’

Steve brushes Robin off, tries to act like it’s no big deal. Tries to accept what he’s been told. Its not instantaneous and it’s not easy but he wants to accept it, wants to try and see what his friends see.

Robin and Steve close up family video, Eddie and Dustin getting in the way and are lovingly pushed out the door. Steve tells them to go wait at his house, that he’s having a movie night and they should get snacks. Robin smiles at him, glad that Steve is letting them stay close, that he isn’t pushing them away after being vulnerable. It’s a big step and they all know it. Steve Harrington is letting himself be loved.

#I’m so sorry I took so long to get to this I’ve been pretty overloaded at work and didn’t want to rush this #I wish I could do your words justice. #your ask deserves to be its own text post #just like all of your writing #I am but a clown in your court #thank you for sharing thsi #I feel so strongly for stebe and he deserves to much and he probably pushes so much away #god Steve let people love you not the idea of you or the actions you perform #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #ask #stobin

[strangersteddierthings]

"Whatever you say, King Steve."

It's the way Eddie says it, full of sarcasm but laced with an undertone of something that causes Steve to flinch and take several steps back. It's definitely an overreaction. Steve knows it's an overreaction because Eddie hasn't even said anything mean and they aren't even fighting. Eddie's just teasing him, like he always does, yet Steve's body has entered flight or fight mode and he feels gut-punched. He'd rather that Eddie would have punched him in the gut. "Don't. Don't do that."

Eddie's entire body language shifts. He changes from playful to concerned in seconds. "Do what?"

"Call me that. King Steve. Or-or some variation of my high school reputation. 'The Hair' or when you say Steve fucking Harrington like I'm some- some- some thing and not just Steve."

"You are anything but Just Steve, my liege," Eddie chuckles, taking a step closer.

"Stop!"

That does bring Eddie to a stop. Steve doesn't yell. He's not a yeller. Voice raiser? Sure. But there's a difference between raising your voice and yelling, and Eddie's just found out how the difference sounds with Steve.

"I- it's like everyone does that! Talks about me like I'm not- like I'm some unachievable thing. Like I've got a title or some shit and it's just so- It makes me feel-" Steve cuts himself off, unable to find the words he's searching for.

"You really don't get it," Eddie says, voice soft, placating almost. "How we see you? You're like, the kid's idol, you know? A monster fighting god or some shit. How can we not speak of you reverently?"

Steve doesn't know what reverently means but he hates it anyway, because it makes him feel- "It makes me feel othered. Singled out. Like you've all placed me on a pedestal I never wanted." That's the crux of it, he realizes. Having said it out loud, he gets why he hates it. His house is a museum more than a home, and it's filled with expensive, pretty things on pedestals of their own that are only for looking at but not touching. Not loving.

"Shit man, you've built that pedestal with your own actions. I think you deserve to be on it."

He's not getting it. Eddie isn't understanding what he's trying to say, and Steve doesn't know what words to use to get his point across. He knows, he understands, that Eddie is trying to compliment him. Trying to make him feel good or whatever, but the pedestal doesn't feel good. "No. You don't get it. I don't want the pedestal."

"Then, what do you want?"

"I don't want to be on the pedestal. I want to be on ground level with you all. I- On the pedestal I'm not- It's like I'm out of reach or something and I'm not. I don't want to be," Steve runs a hand through his hair, then tugs at it, frustrated that the words he needs won't come. How can he explain this? Defeated, he says in a small voice, "I don't want to be out of reach."

Eddie closes the distance between them and raises a hand cup Steve's cheek. He shoves his face further into Eddie's touch.

"I'm sorry," Eddie says, "I'm sorry I made you feel like I wouldn't reach for you. You deserve the pedestal, sweetheart. I'd climb any height to hold you, you know?"

Steve shakes his head because he didn't know. He had no idea that Eddie would reach for him when no one but Robin had ever really tried. (And even then, being tortured by Russians together did put them on an even playing field at the time.) "I don't want to be just another thing people look up to."

The hand on his face slides to the back of his head and Eddie pulls him into a hug, smooshing his face into Eddie's neck but that's fine. Steve doesn't mind it at all.

Then Eddie holds him in a hug and doesn't let go until Steve's the one to pull back.

#steddie #my fic #just a lil thing because i was thinking about how eddie thinks about steve as 'he's steve fucking harrington' in fics a lot #and how that might make steve feel if he knew #being on a pedestal can be lonely

[linberlyy]

HBO recently released a new video with mini-interviews with actors on green/black team. And do you know what conclusion we made? Our greens actors are so afraid to express their opinions and views on the actions of the characters that they begin to laugh them off, albeit in short phrases, and explain what we already know.

Just take a look:

Tom: “Why should Team Green be on the throne and not Team Black? My name is on the lease for the castle." (We know, Tom, how much you get hated, and we understand that this is all you can say in principle at such events).

Fabien: “I think it's more a loyalty thing for Cole. I think it's his loyalty to Alicent. He wants what she wants. I myself… no comments.” (I was already shy at the end, you are our sunshine).

Ewan: “Aemond, he was bullied and wronged as a kid. They carved his eye out. He bounced back. He put a sapphire gemstone in his eye. And yeah, they're gonna get what's coming to them.” (Here Ewan revealed what we've already...sort of...seen? Why do we need a summary of the events of the first season? Even the last encrypted phrase sounded without the connotation we needed, so that, obviously, God forbid, we put him against mailwife Daemon, against whom he is nothing).

Olivia: "We have bigger dragons." (Poor Olivia, she was hated, it seems, more than anyone else. She looks thinner and tighter. I really hope that we are wrong. They didn’t even say the words in using their party, just so as not to cause a storm of negativity, how dare this ungrateful person go against Rhaenyra!)

While the actors of the opposite side can afford to make too eloquent and provocative statements, it is clear that most of the normies will support them and begin to squeal with delight:

Steve: “Team Black should be on the throne instead of Team Green. Team Green are usurpers. Team Black are the rightful heirs. They were named by the King. They're just better looking, generally.” (Even green actors cannot afford to call their characters “legitimate” and make any comments in favor of the opposite side, but here there is just basic cringe. Everything we like).

Eve: “They're the best. And the annoying people are pretty obviously the Greens. They're all just a bunch of knobs, and they need their heads being knocked together." (No comments, right? Everything is clear here).

Harry: “Team Black are decent people. We are more of a functioning family. We do things the right way." (The funny thing is that the whole Dance is the struggle of ONE family. The fact that EVEN the actors divide both groups into TWO different families already says something, and we do not take this into account, as it is about the same persons in the scripts).

Phoebe: “I think we love each other way more. I think we have a family base that is incredible. (Yes, let's also compare who loves whom more).

Bethany: “Team Black are the most fun. We get on the most. They all hate each other. „You have no idea the sacrifices that were made to put you on the throne“. (In the video, after the actress’s words, they accidentally removed Alicent and Aegon from the trailer, obviously, there was a visible emphasis on the fact that there is no love in the green family, and in general they watched without exception, but with their black maniacs, everything is cool with them).

Matt: “My uncle is a challenge I welcome. If he dares face me." No chance. I'm coming for his head. I'm gonna put it on a spike. Me and Rhaenyra, there's a bloodline to us, isn't there? We're the thoroughbreds." (Compare Ewan's lines with his. There is a big difference. Matt has the ability to say things like this to please the surviving fans, while Ewan does not, because all he gets in response is judgment, hate speech and swearing. And the phrase “We're the thoroughbreds” each time comes closer and closer to the name of H*tler with his “pure Aryan blood”, don’t blame me).

Emma: "We have madness on our side. And we have a powerful naval presence. Thanks to the Velaryon fleet." (Ok, do we need to remind you in what right and wrong ways the characters got it? Do the Velaryons themselves even know what the key is? However, Emma’s words carry disgust, like the words of her fellow actors, so she’s just a bun. Thanks for that too).

Does anyone have any other suggestions as to which side we present to get our ass kissed? The answer is obvious.

#hotd #anti team black #houseofthedragon #pro team green #team green #the greens #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen #pro alicent hightower #alicent hightower #criston cole #olivia cooke #ewan mitchell #fabien frankel #tom glynn carney

[athena-writes-i-guess]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: “There you are”

A/N: I am aware it’s after Halloween. I just got this idea and thought it was cute. Hope you like this little fluff piece.

“There you are.” You heard from behind you. You turned around to find Eddie with his hands in his pockets and a fond smile on his face.

“Eddie!” You smiled back at him as you shivered on a pool chair in Steve Harrington’s backyard as people milled around the Halloween party around you. Eddie had dropped you off earlier so you could enjoy the party while he went around town to supply weed for other gatherings. You had been drinking and had stumbled into the pool, thank god it was heated, and now you were wrapped in a big towel trying to dry off.

Eddie sauntered over and sat next to you on the long chair, taking in your disheveled appearance. “I leave you alone for a few hours.” He tutted teasingly as he wrapped an arm around you to bring you close. “What happened, sweet thing?”

“I fell in the pool.” You chuckled, smiling more as Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Yes I see that, how did you end up taking a swim?” He pressed, pushing some of your wet hair out of your face as he checked for any damages you may have caused yourself.

“I was doing my Mrs. O’Donnell impression,” you smiled as he snorted, “and you know how animated I can get.” Eddie nodded his head, “Well I was doing it and I got too close the edge and slipped backwards. Now I bet I look like a drowned cat.” You joked.

“The cat ears don’t really help.” He said with a cheeky smile, you shoved your shoulder into him as he laughed. “Did you hurt yourself anywhere?” He asked, bringing one of your arms out from your towel to check for bruises.

“I don’t think so.” You said. Eddie made a hum of acknowledgment before quickly kissing up the length of your arm. You could feel him smile against your skin as you giggled lightly at his actions.

“Sorry, I just had to check for myself.” He grinned once he reached your shoulder, leaving a quick kiss there before adding a peck to your nose. “How about we get you home, you and I can hop in a steamy hot shower together,” he waggled his eyebrows at you, “then we can watch one of the horror movies I got us and make out on the couch.” He suggested.

He was incredibly close, Eddie usually was, and your senses were full of him. The smell of his cheap drug store cologne and cigarettes always seemed to cloud your head deliciously, his long curls tickled your exposed shoulder, his thumb was stroking the back of your hand as he held it, his plush lips were pulled into that little cocky smirk you loved, and his eyes were so intensely full of love, yet so soft as they looked at you, it was as if you hung his moon and stars. Eddie knew you were crazy about him, but it was obvious just how crazy his was about you too.

“Sounds perfect to me, handsome.” You beamed as you watched that cocky smirk turn into a goofy, shy, smile. Eddie loved when you complimented him like that.

“Let’s get you home, sweetheart.” He said before you quickly captured his lips in a sweet kiss, one that he return enthusiastically.

“Take me home cutie.” You giggled once you broke the kiss, taking in his love drunk expression as he mumbled a little “Gladly.”

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[stevenose]

don’t delete the kisses - 2/?

landing page

a camboy!steve au

this installment contains: gender unspecified reader; camboy!steve; steve leading guided masturbation; mentions of weed!!! reader and steve will smoke in this series i’m very sorry!; high!reader; pining

author’s note: thank y’all for the love and support on the last one!!

you know you shouldn’t, and you tell yourself don’t log in about one hundred times until you cave. it’s another tuesday evening and steve’s promised this stream was going to be good - something new and exciting. he hasn’t mentioned his “coworker” since the first time you watched him, which is equally relieving and annoying. at the very least, you’re thankful that over the last few weeks, you’ve been able to act semi-normal around him. seeing steve naked was almost routine now, as bizarre and perverted it is. but the big thing that helped was smoking a bit before watching. it kept you grounded, let you lose some inhibitions just long enough to see if he’s mentioned you again - and it admittedly helps you get off, too. seeing if steve’s going to talk about you - or his “coworker” - is like it’s own drug. you’re addicted to it and you know it’s dangerous for you to be.

you promise yourself tonight that you won’t touch. you’ll just watch, like it’s a fucking movie or something. you’re just here to observe, see if he says your name or talks about his crush, and that’s it.

but then.

steve’s on camera and he’s not naked. he’s actually fully clothed, and you cringe at how disappointed you feel. some of the viewers feel the same, asking what the deal is, some of them saying how sad they are they can’t see “big stevie” (and it makes you feel a thousand times better about yourself).

“sorry, guys, but tonight’s not about me,” he says, grinning so sweetly it almost makes you sick. “i thought tonight could be about you guys. ‘m gonna walk you through touching yourself. how’s that sound?”

just watch just watch just watch you repeat to yourself, shifting in your seat because you’re already turned on just from the idea, mind hazy and comfortable with the thc in your system.

“don’t worry, i’ll touch myself, too. it’s just not the point, y’know? but here’s the catch - you have to edge for me til i hit my goal. okay? no one’s allowed to cum til i tell you. got it?”

and the chat lights up, promises of yes daddy and whatever you want and he gets $100 in donations in just a few short moments. you bite your bottom lip until it’s near bleeding, nails digging into your thighs.

“alright, sweet thing, get nice and comfortable, okay? what’re you wearing right now?”

you’re blushing hot because steve’s acting like he’s talking directly to you. eyes staring right into the lense of his camera, those coffee-colored irises poking out under hooded lids.

fanta20: i’m wearing nothing :)

b00geymAn: i’ve got on black lace underwear

and you’re kind of caught up in the comments because you wonder if people just say that shit. and you wonder if they really think steve would give them the time of day. but you wonder it, too - if he knew you watched, if he knew of this growing crush you have on him, would he take action? or politely turn you down?

“so good for me,” he purrs. he literally sounds like he’s purring. his voice is hushed and deep. “spread your legs for me, honey. feel up and down your skin - god, you’re so soft, huh? so pretty for me. play with your nipples, baby. get them nice and perked for me. y’know i’m a tits guy, yeah? but i don’t mind a nice ass to stick my cock in, either.”

your head spins and you adjust in your seat again, thighs clenching together.

“mm, yeah, there you go. that feel good?”

and with the typos in the comments, you know people are typing with one hand. there’s a steady stream of money coming in, but steve hardly seems to notice or care.

“it does, huh? keep touching yourself - let that ache between your legs build. want you dripping before you touch yourself there, got it? go on, tease yourself. show me what a little slut you want to be for me.”

and there you go - hand in your own pants, rubbing yourself through the cotton of your underwear, cursing yourself and him for being so stupidly hot.

and he really does make his audience edge, makes them take their time until the comments are practically begging to be able to touch themselves.

“how do you want me to touch you, huh? where at, baby? can you tell me, or are you too horny? got your brain melting with want?”

you can see his biceps flexing - he’s definitely jerking off, along with the rest of you.

anna9220: my pussy, steve

hung9: i’d do anything for your cock dude

“go ahead and show me,” he smiles, and your eyes roll back when you finally let yourself feel your bare skin, how turned on you are. you whimper and groan, rocking back and forth on your fingers.

“just like that, there you go,” he says, biting his own lip. “slow down, angel. can’t cum til i let you, yeah? if you can put a finger inside, do it slow.”

he’s so pretty like this, you think. so gorgeous. and you feel a little jealous that he really isn’t talking to you. and an idea - a stupid, pot induced idea - strikes you. you grab your phone and open steve’s contact. you type are you busy? and press send, watching his face closely. you’re sure his phone is somewhere else, or at least on do not disturb -

but his eyes flick over to the side and you watch his eyes widen and breath hitch. it’s almost microscopic, and you feel sure that no one else had noticed it. you can’t help but to smile at his blush, or how he looks back at the camera quickly, like nothing ever happened.

“how’s that feel, huh? want another?”

and as people type their responses, you see his eyes flick back over to the side. a few moments later, his eyes are facing forward again, and your phone dings.

Nope - everything okay?

you feel like you might pass out. you have to completely stop touching yourself, only rocking back and forth on your chair. you can’t be sure if he’s texting because he wants to or because he’s concerned, but you decide to play with it, gnawing on your lip and thinking of what to say.

i’m good, just wondering what you’re up to!

he groans when he reads that one, and you fidget nervously as you wait for a reply. he’s admittedly pretty damn good at multitasking.

“go on and add another finger, sweetheart. let me see how loose you can get that hole for me. y’know you’ll need nice and stretched out if you wanna take my cock.” he stands, then, showing his cock, just peaking out of his sweatpants. “you want this, huh? you wanna taste me?”

you lick your own lips as comments flood in, begging for something, for anything. he smiles over it, jerks himself nice and slow, the camera picking up on the precum dripping out of the tip. “bet you wanna choke on it, yeah? keep fingering yourself, gonna need at least four fingers if you want to take me. wanna use your mouth to get me slick enough to fit.”

he stays standing, upper body cut off from the view, and you see him pick up his phone quickly. “yeah, like that, keep goin’,” he says, nearly absentmindedly, and your phone dings again as he quickly throws his back down on his streaming table.

To what do I owe this pleasure? You never text me. Do you have a shift that needs covered?

you’re impressed with his one handed typing and, though knowing you’re being a prick and you’ll regret it once you sober up a bit, you type back, no! i just wanted to see if you wanted to hang? i’m a little bored :/

and then, after a beat, oh my god! aren’t tuesdays when you stream? i’m sorry, steve, i totally forgot! i hope i’m not interrupting

and it takes a moment for him to see it, as he’s fully immersed back into his job. praising and gently degrading, jerking himself off, letting his eyes roll back with his own pleasure. a lot of comments are begging to cum, and you’re so thankful, because you’re really hoping steve takes your bait. and when he does see it, his brows falter slightly, and the red on his cheeks deepens. “o-okay, guys - okay, sweetheart, you wanna cum now? go ahead, let it out for me.”

he’s so quick to end his stream, giving thanks a million times. you wonder if he even reached his goal. you kind of can’t find yourself caring when he texts you a moment after the stream ends: No, no worries! I didn’t stream tonight. Been wondering when we’d hang out since you’re so obsessed with me 😎 What’s your address? I can bring some alcohol.

you bite your lip. this was such a bad idea. but you aren’t about to turn back now - and, anyway, you’ve got plenty more to smoke.

no biggie, i’ve got some Special Stuff here if you’re into that? the kind you smoke? ya get me?

“you’re such a fucking idiot,” you say out loud, but steve replies pretty quickly.

😄 Loud and clear. That sounds great. Address?

you’re a bit relieved with how dorky he is, too, and you reply quickly before hurrying to get yourself off before he knocks on your door. you’re so keenly aware, once he’s standing before you, that he hasn’t been able to cum - and he still smells like sex.

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#steve harrington smut #stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #camboy!steve #he uses all of the stupid emojis your honor !

[artiststarme]

Ex-fucking-cuse you

Thank you to @carlyv for the title idea! I don’t know if I really like whatever this is but other people seem to so I’ll leave it be. Let me know what you guys are thinking in the comments!

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Whenever he had shared his feelings in the past, he’d had them stomped on. From crushes to life goals, anyone he’d ever confided in had laughed in his face. The first memorable time had been when he told Tommy about his crush on Heath Sellers at recess in fourth grade. Tommy H. told him that he wouldn’t be friends with a fag and if he ever mentioned liking a dude again, he’d kick his ass. That circumstance really showed Steve that he couldn’t trust anyone. If he couldn’t share what he was thinking with his best friend, who else could he tell?

The second time was with Nancy Wheeler. Steve told her he loved her even though he knew it was too early into their relationship and he knew she was still grieving Barb. But he still told her and all she did for the first few times was call him an idiot afterwards. Steve loved too much and too hard. Sure, after a few weeks she said it back but Steve could tell it wasn’t genuine and was most likely said out of pity.

The fact that she called him bullshit just two weeks later kind of cemented that fact in his mind.

It made him feel sort of hypocritical. He told the kids to be open and honest, prided them on their communication. And then he neglected to do the same. He hid his nightmares and semi-suicidal thoughts behind an impenetrable wall that no one in the Party could breach.

Until Eddie.

For months, Steve hated Eddie because it felt like he was stealing the kids away from him. He was jealous that they shared a common interest that he couldn’t understand and was gearing up for the kids to leave him behind. But then, Eddie told him that the kids worshiped him and he’d been jealous too. Jealous of the cool babysitter that influenced their actions in DnD and could do no wrong.

Steve felt like Eddie could truly see him, could understand Steve, and liked what he saw. He could tell that Eddie was going to be a great friend of his, or more. He liked more.

But when he ran back to the trailer park after flambéing Vecna, he saw a blood soaked Eddie being cradled by Dustin. His slow paced jog turned into a full blown sprint. Steve yanked Eddie out of Dustin’s arms and made a mad dash towards the portal in his trailer. He wasn’t going to lose the one guy that made him feel more understood than anyone else had ever made him feel.

The girls and Dustin tearfully followed them but Steve couldn’t spare them any attention. He was solely focused on the sluggish bleeding of Eddie’s wounds.

“Ow, Harrington. Calm the fuck down.”

“Eddie?!” The metalhead’s eyes were blurry but somewhat focused on Steve’s face. “Hey man, you have to stay awake. When we get out of here, you can teach me all about your shitty yelling music and nerd game, okay?”

The blurriness lifted slightly as pure offense filled his face, “ex-fucking-cuse you. That “shitty yelling” is true music unlike your Tears for Fears garbage or whatever the hell else you listen to. I have taste. And yeah, Harrington. I will be teaching you Dungeons & Dragons when we get out of here. Lugging my body out of here when I was trying to make a noble sacrifice is disgraceful.”

“You’re not allowed to die, Eddie.” Steve said, panting with exertion and stress.

“That’s not up to you,” and then he passed out.

“Fuck!” Steve screamed. That fucking dramatic shit, if those were his last words, Steve would bring him back just to kill him again.

Steve’s feelings were threatening to overcome him as his hands shook while he put Eddie into the car. Nancy held one of them and gave him a look of meaning. “I’ll drive.”

“Um, yeah, yeah. Okay, thanks. Henderson! Keep pressure on his wounds. We need to stop the bleeding.” He desperately put pressure on the worst of the wounds on his torso and prayed to a god he no longer believed in.

And then they sped towards the hospital.

Steve was there when Eddie woke up, just as he had been in the four days he’d been unconscious while recovering from shock. He was trying to read the dancing letters in The Hobbit but when he looked up and met Eddie’s eyes, the book dropped from his hands.

“Didn’t take you for a fantasy nerd, Harrington.” Eddie mumbled, his voice hoarse but unwavering.

“We need to talk about your theatrics, man. You almost gave me a heart attack, Eddie.”

“Oh, we’re on a first-name basis now? If I’d known all I had to do was risk my life to be in King Steve’s court, I would’ve done it a long time ago.” Eddie smirked at him.

“I’m not a king anymore.” Steve said and shook his head. It’d been a long time since anyone had called him that and he didn’t like the way it sounded on Eddie’s lips either.

“My apologies, Steve. You’re not a king, you’re a paladin. And that’s better than any noble.” Eddie said wisely.

Steve had no idea what the fuck any of that meant or what a pal-man was but he could listen to Eddie rant at him for hours as long as he kept looking at him like that. His face was fond and his lips, though scarred with a vicious bite marring their softness, smiled softly at Steve.

He coughed a bit to clear his throat and tore his eyes from Eddie’s lips to his amused eyes. “Um, do you said you were going to explain your screamy metal shit?”

That got Steve his desired reaction and Eddie squawked. “You motherfucker-”

As Steve listened to his enraged ranting, he made himself a promise. He was going to be more like Eddie. He was going to be more free with his feelings and he would find a way to talk to his friends about them. But for now, he’d listen to Eddie’s virtriolic soliloquy about the merits of metal artists and the importance on nonconformist music in “this sweaty armpit of a state”. And Steve couldn’t be happier.

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❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: prince!steve harrington x fem!servant reader

❥ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: “You’ve been in love with the prince for god knows how long. For the longest time you were content with admiring him from afar, knowing your adoration for your favourite prince could never be revealed. Until one day, everything changed.” royal!au. childhood best friends to lovers. fools/idiots to lovers. forbidden romance.

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff + angst + smut (18+ mdni)

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 3,5k so far (it’s gonna be a big BOI)

⟶ A/N: I know for a fact that this will be a big fic. I have so many ideas that it’s driving me insane and I have to have this finished!!! NOW!!! anyways pls anticipate this fic with me 🫶

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You had worked at the palace of the kingdom Pagrarus for as long as you could remember. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, making sure that it was clean and pretty every day. Your childhood wish was to work for the royal family, just like your parents did. Your family had served the royal family as maids and whatnot for generations, so it only made sense that you grew up around them, and subsequently, their child.

Steve Harrington.

You don’t regret it. Working for royalty.

In fact, if anything, you’re grateful. Because if not for your position now, how could have you crossed paths with a soul like him?

You still remember the day you met him. Clear as day.

Such a sweet sweet day it was. The memory is still fresh in your mind, like the scent of your childhood room. A scent you never quite forgot. It faded over time, sure. But if you strained your memory even now, you can still smell it. The scent of comfort.

—

Decidedly, there have been many days in your life. Some happy, some sad. Some you remember better than others while others fade away into the back of your mind. Some are ingrained so deep in your mind that when you close your eyes, you can see every detail as if it’s currently happening. None, however, do you remember more clearly than the day you met Steve. It had been almost two decades ago; when you were five, and he was six.

You remember being nervous - your parents had brought you along to the castle, to introduce you to the royal family - you used to be a very lonely child, not being able to make friends easily. You were in awe as you walked through the luxurious castle with wide eyes, seeing it for the first time, it was truly a beautiful place.

As a reward for your family’s many generations of loyalty, they got the honour of working directly for the royal family. Your parents were close to the royal family despite that they were working for them. When you were very young, your mother was a personal attendant to the young prince.

It had all been incredibly overwhelming back then, and you’d only hidden further behind your mother’s legs. Until - you’d spotted a boy, looking just as lonely and nervous as you, also behind his mothers legs. The prince.

A fond smile curls on your face as you remember Steve’s little frame. With cute round cheeks, curious brown eyes, long brown hair, dressed in fine fabrics that were only made for royal people. He had sparked your curiosity, his intriguing eyes looking at you as if he longed for your friendship already.

Your parents pushed you into his direction, you’d approached him hesitantly. Immediately, he’d give you the brightest smile once you were in front of him. And that one action - that one smile - had sealed it between the two of you. Ever since then, Steve has been your best friend. He’d stick out his hand for you to take and would tug you along with him down the hall, showing you around the palace as you both giggled.

Nostalgia cascades through you as you continue mulling over your relationship with prince Steve. You’ve lived twenty-five years, and throughout the vast majority of it - he has been your only constant.

And for as long as you could remember, you’ve had an intense and hopeless crush on the prince, Steve Harrington.

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Little Green Dress

Oneshot - Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (Y/N)

Ratings: Mostly clean, suggestive comments and actions throughout.

Warnings: Bullying, strong language, harassment, sadness and self doubt. Let me know if I missed something.

Summary: You are nervous, but for a good reason. Hanging out with Eddie's friends is scary considering how different you look from them all. Not to mention they don't seem to like you all that much, hopefully you can change their minds this time. Of course now there is a new factor involved... Eddie's Ex will be in attendance tonight.

A/N: I wrote this at 3am because sleep will not stop me from thinking about our beloved Eddie. Here is a quick oneshot while I work on finishing up Love Luna and My Rockstar. NOT PROOFREAD

Word Count: not sure atm

***Go check out my other Eddie fics! Eddie Munson Masterlist***

You are perfect just the way you are.

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You couldn’t help but be nervous to be hanging out with Eddie’s friend group again. They all were very intimating even when they didn’t mean to be. You stuck out like a sore thumb when you hung out with them. Dressed in floral patterns, flowy sundresses, and pastels all the time whereas they all dressed like Eddie. Leather, metal, and ripped up jeans. Of course they all looked good doing it too.

You felt their judgements the first time you met them. Why would Eddie pick you of all people to date. You two looked like something out of a romcom that Steve would force you to watch when y’all were younger. Your brother was always the more sensitive one even though you looked to be the obvious answer.

You look on the mirror. Your green sundress flowing around your thighs as you twist and twirl. You love this dress but you question if it’s right for a night out with Eddie and his friends. But the outfit struggle wasn’t even the worst part of this all.

Eddie’s ex was tagging along tonight as well. Her name is Gemma. You haven’t met her before but Eddie promises she’s sweet but that doesn’t stop the worrying and honestly… jealousy from building up in your stomach. Gareth invited her.

You got the feeling that Gareth didn’t like you that much the last time you saw him. He was standoffish and a bit mean. You tried to smile through it for Eddie but honestly you couldn’t understand what you were doing wrong. Tonight you hoped you could break through to him and become friendly at least but him inviting Eddie’s ex girlfriend makes you think he’s not up for that.

Eddie was a bit peeved when he found out Gareth invited her but you could tell it was only because he saw the look on your face when he told you. Your face turned pale and you looked as if you were going to have a panic attack. Eddie assured you there was nothing to worry about.

But as you stare yourself down in the mirror holding up another dress to your body you felt yourself beginning to do just that. Panic. What if she was still in love with Eddie. He was the one who broke up with her after all. He wasn’t too specific as to why but still.

Your eyes flash between the green dress you have on and the blue dress in your hand. Light blue with a shimmer to it when it moved. You decide to change.

Once in the blue dress you smile. The soft shimmer maybe you feel more elegant than before. It was nice. God. You looked in the mirror again. All ready to go. Makeup done. Hair done, curls bouncing against your shoulders. Dress done. You grab a pair of heeled sandals and you sigh.

Here goes nothing.

~~~~~~~~~~

When Eddie pulls up to your house and hops out of his van you rush out the front door. You close the door behind you and just as it latches and you smile at Eddie your brothers voice scares you.

“You sure this is a good idea?” Steve’s voice is laced with worry. You turn to see him sitting on the banister to the porch drinking a soda.

“It’ll be fine.” You smile at him. You had made the mistake of confiding too much in your brother many times and this was one of those times.

“Call me if you need me.” He hums softly. You nod in response and skip down the stairs to your boyfriend who has opened the passenger side door for you.

Eddie had in ripped black jeans, his regular white Reeboks, and a loose fitting Dio shirt on. His shirt is worn and light under his black leather jacket and usual denim vest. His patches growing in number everyday it seems.

“Hi baby bat.” He smiles as he pulls you into a hug.

“Hi.” You giggle. You pull back and Eddie whistles lowly.

“Have I ever mentioned I love this dress.” He scans your figure and lets his hand slide down to your hips.

“Eddie. I’ve only worn this dress once before.” You giggle and he squeezes your hips.

“Yes. And I fell in love with it.” He hums and leans in to kiss you until your brother shouts.

“No!” Steve growls and Eddie glances over your shoulder to see you brother, hands on his hips, glaring at the two do you.

“Steve!” You shout turning around to look at him with wide eyes.

Eddie leans down into you and smiles against your ear. “Maybe we should get going. I want a kiss.” He whispers softly. You giggle and nod.

“You keep her safe Munson!” Steve shouts as Eddie helps you into the van and shuts the door.

“Don’t I always?” He smirks and hops in the van himself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

When the two of you pull up to the Hideout Eddie immediately throws the car in park and grabs your hand.

“Finally.” He chuckles and tugs you closer across the center console. You giggle as he presses his lips to yours and smiles into the kiss.

When you pull apart Eddie hums and shakes his head slightly. He licks his lips and grins. “Ready?”

You nod despite the fact that you are so not ready. You look down at your pastel blue shimmering dress and for some reason regret it. This group of people really knew how to make you rethink everything at least ten times over.

Eddie rounds the van and helps you out. The two of you start to walk and you quickly grab onto the sleeve of his leather jacket for comfort. He chuckles and pulls you into his side. He looks down at you and smiles his stunningly sweet smile as always.

“Don’t be nervous.” He kisses your temple and leads the way in. God. That’s easier said than done when you looked like a pastry compared to him. “Oh there they are!” He shifts his arm from around you and quickly grabs your hand instead.

The bar is rather packed tonight considering the fact that it’s a Saturday. The busiest day for the hideout.

You bite you lip as Eddie leads you up to his friends. Gareth stands there with Jeff, both laughing. Jeff seemed to be the nicer of the two. The only one who seemed to like you last time. Dawn and Crystal both frown when they see you but quickly smile when their eyes fall on Eddie.

“Eddie is here!” Dawn smiles brightly. Gareth looks up and you can see him sigh. Jeff is the only one who smiles at you. He grins and gives you a smile wave to which you eagerly return.

Once in front of all of them you can’t help but slink into Eddie’s side. Gareth swigs his beer while rolling his eyes and Jeff quickly elbows him.

“Hey guys.” Eddie moves from you and you find yourself standing awkwardly hands at your side. Eddie hugs the girls and before fist bumping the guys. He moves to stand back at your side to which you welcome. You wraps his arm around your shoulder and you take this moment to hide from Dawns bright blue eyes.

“Cute dress.” She hums. Nodding to you slightly. Her comment makes Gareth chuckle and you can’t help but feel like you’re the butt of a joke here.

“Thanks.” You say softly.

“Gemma should be here soon.” Gareth grins widely at Eddie and wiggles his brows. You almost wonder if your missing something. Jeff rolls his eyes and looks at you with a sad smile.

“Cool.” Eddie hums.

“Speak of the devil and she shall appear.” Crystal smirks looking over your shoulder. You and Eddie turn to look and your eyes nearly drop from your skull.

In front of you is a tall girl with a bright smile walking towards you guys. Her long black hair is straight and falls smoothly over her shoulders. Her top is a tight green tank top with rips all about and she’s wearing a tight little black leather skirt to go with. When you finally get to her shoes you see tall black strappy heels.

She looks like a model. A rockstar’s girlfriend.

When she finally reaches you she immediately holds out her arms and smiles.

“Hi Eds.” She hums and wraps her arms around him causing him to let you go and quickly wrap his around around her waist. They squeeze each other tightly and when she pulls back you don’t miss her glancing at his lips.

You feel like vomiting. You feel so small and insignificant around her. Not only was she tall and gorgeous, her and Eddie looked like the picture perfect metal couple.

Her eyes shift to you and she grins. “Cute dress.” She hums and extends her hand. “I’m Gemma. You must be?”

You freeze when her hand touches yours. She has the smoothest skin. “Y/n.” You squeak.

“Cute.” She hums again. She then passes you and begins to hug the others.

Soon enough all of you are standing in a circle chatting. Well they are all chatting. You are standing quietly beside Eddie gripping his jacket sleeve.

When Gemma laughs it’s angelic you think to yourself as you watch Eddie watch her.

“So Eds.” Gemma smirks at him. “How have you been. Babe.” She punctuates the last word and you quickly look away from the two of them. You glance around the bar behind you before looking back, eyes landing on Jeff who is watching you. You smile softly and he returns the favor before taking another swig of beer.

“I’ve been good. What about you?” He smiles at her and you feel your stomach turn. This was a bad idea. Your brother was right. You should’ve just stayed home and watched shitty romance movies with him. You would much rather wonder how Eddie was acting around his ex rather than see it in full swing.

“Lonely. I’ve missed seeing you…” her eyes flick to you and then back to Eddie. “All of you of course.”

“You should come around more often.” Gareth cuts in quickly.

“I think I might just.” Gemma hums. As she twirls her hair around her finger.

“We’d all love that!” Dawn grins brightly.

“Yea!” Crystal giggles and spits her drink.

“How about you Eds, babe.” Gemma smirks at him and her eyes narrow. She points at him with her long sharp nail. “Do you miss having me around.”

You can’t help but glance down at you nails. Short and honestly a bit dirty from gardening earlier. You garden when you have to much on your mind and honestly. You wish you were gardening now.

“Sure I do Gem.” Eddie’s voice is gentle and sweet with her. And you don’t miss the nickname. God you feel sickly and invisible.

“Y/n.” Jeff says softly to get your attention. You look at him, ripping your eyes away from Eddie and Gemma. As they stare at each other, standing directly across from one another.

“Hm?” Jeff, who stands across from you smiles as you hum in response.

“You okay? You look… pale.” Jeff’s words seem to catch Eddie’s attention as you looks down at you for the first time in a while.

“Baby? You okay?” He hums and places his hand on your cheek.

You nod. “I’m good. Just thirsty I think. I’ll go get myself a drink.”

“I’ll come with you.” He hums.

“Get me my usual won’t you Eds?” Gemma smiles at him, batting her eyes. You felt a bit angry at this but more than anything. You felt sick.

“Sure Gem.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Eddie wait at the bar for the drinks as you watch the hideout patrons busy dancing and laughing. From here you can’t see Eddie’s friends and honestly. It sends a wave of relief over you.

“Baby.” Eddie’s voice breaks you from your staring. You look up at him and he smiles at you. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

“I don’t think your friends like me very much.” You force a small laugh but Eddie’s face shifts from smiley to serious.

“Sure they do. What’s not to like about you.” He grabs your face with both his hands and presses his lips firmly to yours. You melt into him a bit until he pulls back. “You just gotta jump in okay? Speak up and they’ll love you! Just like I do.” You raise your brow at this and he chuckles. “Okay maybe not just like I do.” He smirks as his hands slide down your body and quickly find your ass.

He pulls you into his body and hums to himself slightly before meeting your gaze with big brown eyes filled with lust. “If we were alone. I’d wreck you. In this pretty pastel dress.” He smirks causing you to blush deeply.

You shove your face into his chest and shake your head. “Eddie!” You giggle into him and he chuckles back.

“Gimme a kiss.” He says quickly. You pull back without hesitation and lean up onto your tiptoes. He squeezes your ass tightly as your lips meet and then pulls back. “I gotta use the bathroom. Will you take the drinks back to the group?”

“You…” you want to say… ‘you want me to take this back and hangout with your friends alone?!’ But instead you stop yourself and smile. “Okay. Yeah. Sure.”

“Baby bat. Don’t be nervous. You’re too lovable for any of them to hate you.” He quickly kisses your cheek and heads off into the back of the bar.

You grab your water and chug it down before grabbing Eddie and Gemma’s beers which you don’t miss the fact that they are the same. You start to head back over and just as they come into view again a guy accidentally cuts you off. You don’t mind as you try to slip past him while he talks with a friends.

As you try to weave your way back to them you half when you hear Gareth’s voice. “I told you she was freaky.” He chuckles and you hear laughter from several others.

“What is she wearing by the way?” Gemma’s smooth voice breaks through the music.

“Oh! She always dresses like that!” Crystals voice this time.

“She looks like a wannabe Barbie.” Gemma laughs cause the others to join.

“Oh and she is always clinging to Eddie like a lost puppy. It’s annoying!” Gareth slurs his way through the sentence. Then you hear Jeff cut in.

“Hey. She’s just different from us.” He adds in and you feel a bit protected but it doesn’t stop the others.

“I can’t believe Eddie actually likes her. I mean she’s not exactly his type.” Gemma scoffs.

“Yea! When they first started dating I literally laughed in his face I couldn’t believe it. She’s like a child to be honest. Always dressed like a doll.” Gareth jabs. More laughter erupts. You feel the tears pricking your eyes.

“We’ll. It’s still early in the relationship. He has time to change his mind.” Crystal says.

“Yea. To make the right decision.” Dawn giggles.

“I just don’t see what he sees in her.” Gemma says harshly. “I mean. We were much more compatible than whatever the fuck she is. I mean. She’s literally a pint sized, pastel covered nightmare.”

“Well. Eddie was totally flirting with you tonight. I think the old spark was coming back to him.” Crystal giggles like a schoolyard girl.

“Yea. I noticed that. Honestly. Do you guys think if I gave him the option he’d actually choose her. I don’t think so.” Gemma says cockily.

“Honestly. That was my plan. Get you here to knock some sense back into Eddie. Cause there is no way I can handle being around her much longer.” Gareth groans.

“What? Why would you do that?” Jeff asks sharply.

“Because she’s annoying Jeff.”

“She never says anything to us. She’s nothing but nice. I don’t understand y’all. Plus Eddie seems to actually like her why would you wanna ruin that.”

“Oh please Jeff. He only likes her cause Gemma was out of the picture.” Crystal cuts in.

“Ya think? I honestly can’t with how sexy he looks tonight.” Gemma practically moans as she finishes her sentence.

“Bottom line is. Y/n is annoying. And she’s got to go.” Gareth hums casually.

Just then the guy and his friend decide to head to the bar and you are there staring at the group. You blink back your tears as their eyes land on you. Gareth shrinks back when he sees you. His eyes going wide. Jeff frown at you with sad eyes and Gemma and the girls all try to hide their giggles.

You quickly walk over to them and smile but you know it probably looks sad.

“Eddie is in the bathroom but wanted you to get you drink. So here ya go.” You smile at Gemma having to tilt your head up slightly.

Gemma takes the drink from your hand and smiles. “Thanks.” She immediately takes a swig. “You drink as well?” She questions.

You nod but shrug “Yeah but not tonight. This is Eddie’s.” You look down to the floor briefly.

“Mmm so he still gets my usual. How sweet.” Gemma hums. You look up and her eyes are still on you. Everyone’s eyes are on you. The only one who seems nervous that you heard though seems to be Gareth.

“Yeah sweet.” You force a smile. “Actually could you hold this for him. I’m gonna go make a call.” You hand her his drink and she grins like an animal.

“Sure.”

“Who are you calling?” Jeff asks quickly. His eyes scanning you with what seems like worry.

“My brother.” You frown and turn away.

“Awe cute.” Gemma giggles.

As you rush away back towards the bar and phone you hear Gemma laugh loudly. “You think she heard us?”

~~~~~~~~~

“Steve you were right.” You sob into the phone finally letting the tears streak down your cheeks.

“What happened?!” Steve says into the phone and you can heard him grabbing his car keys already. And you are beyond thankful.

“Please just come get me.”

“I’m coming. I’m coming. Stand out front. I’ll be there in five.”

The hideout was ten minutes away but you knew your brother would be here in five just like he said. You hang up the phone and sniffle before pushing your way to the front door.

As you step out into the cool night air and shivered a bit. You rub your hands up and down your arms praying Steve would get there quicker.

Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder and you spin around. You half expect to be met with Eddie’s worried brown eyes but instead you are met with a random stranger.

“Whatcha doing out here s’all lone?” The man slurs.

You shrug his hand off your shoulder and step back.

“Waiting on my brother.” You say flatly.

“Why don’t you come back in and let me buy you a drink, pretty thing.” He reaches out for you again but stumble back once more.

“No thanks. Please. Just leave me alone.” You practically beg but it seems to only upset the man.

He grabs you by your shoulders and squeezes you.

“No need to be a bitch.” He spits and you turn your face away from him. “Just come inside with me. Or bet yet my car is over there.”

“No I don’t want to!” You feel you heart beat pick up and you try to yank free but only manage to get away enough for him to grab both of your wrists.

His grip is so tight you know they will be sore if not bruise by tomorrow. “Please let me go.” You practically cry out as he starts to tug you towards his car. You hear a car pull into the lot and you yank yourself back from the man against but he still doesn’t release your wrist.

“Let go of me!” You scream out and you hear a car door slam.

“HEY!” The sound of your brothers voice echoes across the parking lot. You hear gravel beneath his feet and just as he approaches you she the hideout doors open from behind the man and you see Eddie with all his friends behind him.

Eddie’s eyes widen and you can see him start to move into action but your brother beats him to it. Taking a baseball bat to the man’s back.

“Get the fuck away from her.” The man immediately lets you go and you practically fall back into Steve’s arms.

Steve squeezes you into his chest and points the bat at the man who is now sprawled out in the gravel lot.

“You ever touch my sister again and I’ll beat your face in.” Then Steve quickly points the bat at Eddie. “And where were you?! Fucker!” Steve let’s you go and moves towards Eddie whose eyes are fixated on you.

“Baby! Are you okay?” His voice is strained and his face looks as if he is in physical pain.

“She’s good! No thanks to you or your asshole friends. You stay the fuck away from her, Munson.” Steve walks closer to Eddie making him rip his eyes away from you and focus on him.

“Steve I-“

“You stay away from us. Don’t you ever even think-“

“Steve stop!” You shout as you stomp over to him. You rip the bat from his hand and swing it over your shoulder. “Let’s just go.”

“Y/n” Eddie’s voice pleads from behind you. You whip around to meet his eyes but you can help but notice all his friends staring at you too.

You turn back to your brother and shove the bat into his chest. “I just wanna go home.” You huff. Anger about the whole night begins to set in. Steve glares at Eddie and then looks to you.

“You said you would keep her safe.” Steve says simply. “I trusted you.” He huffs and grabs your arms gently and starts leading you to the car that is still on and sitting in the center of the lot.

“Y/n wait please!” You hear Eddie from behind you and it seems like he’s about to follow you until you hear Gemma’s voice.

“Just wait Eds. Let them go.”

And he does. He lets you go.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were right about your wrists. They are bruised pretty bad as you slide your garden gloves on.

After you got home Steve demanded to know what happened. After your telling of the night Steve was a little less mad at Eddie and more mad at his friends but he still wouldn’t let go of the fact that he trusted Eddie to keep you safe and he failed.

In your eyes Eddie didn’t fail. You were the one who left. And without telling Eddie. Which Steve scolded you for. But he couldn’t really be mad when you started crying about how mean his friends were and how beautiful Gemma was.

You slide open the back door and begin to step out until you hear Steve walk into the room.

“How you feeling?” He asks.

You turn to face him and sigh. “I miss Eddie.” You admit. Maybe Gareth was right. Maybe you’re annoyingly clingy. Because all you wanted right now was to curl up in Eddie’s lap and stroke his hair. You missed him even though it’s only the next morning.

“Y/n. I’m sorry I snapped last night. I know he wasn’t really… the problem. But… if he shows up here I’m punching him in his nose.” Steve crosses his arms and you giggle. Your brother is protective but there is no way he’s going to punch your boyfriend.

If Eddie even still wants to be your boyfriend. After the scene you caused last night you’re sure his friends have talked him out of it. If anything you’re sure he’ll show up just to break up.

“Okay Steve. Whatever you say.”

“You going to the garden?” He asks softly and you simply nod. “Want some company?”

You shake your head and turn to head outside. “I just wanna be alone right now.”

~~~~~~~~~~

About an hour passes of you crying into the soil of your lilies. You can’t help but let the tears roll down your face. Replaying the night over and over again. Wondering if there was something you did to encourage them to talk that way about you. Maybe they were right. You were just a pastel nightmare. An annoying girlfriend. Why would Eddie chose you when someone like Gemma wants him?

You sigh as you weakly pull at a weed. And pull and pull and pull. So weakly it barely moves from the soil. You cry harder.

You look down at yourself. Jeans covered in dirt at the knees. Dirty old shirt hanging loosely around your frame. Your hair in a ponytail. You were a mess. Gemma probably never looked like such a mess. God. There is not a doubt in your mind that Eddie is going to end up choosing her but damn if it doesn’t break your heart.

You sniffle as you tug at the weed once more. Still no movement.

“You’re probably gonna have to pull harder than that, baby.” Eddie’s sweet voice makes you jump. You quickly wipe your puffy eyes with your sleeves and turn to face him. You stay huddled in the dirt on your knees as you look up at him. The sun beating down on his back.

He stands before you in jeans and a loose shirt and smiles down at you until his eyes settle on yours. He frowns deeply. “Baby. How much have you been crying?!” He drops to his knees in front of you and grabs your face causing you to shift and turn your whole body towards him. “Baby.” He coos as he runs his calloused thumbs over your puffy cheeks.

“Sorry.” You sniffle and pull your gloves off to wipe your eyes. As you do Eddie gently grabs your arms and pulls your hands down in front of him.

You watch as his teeth grit and jaw clench while he softly rubs the bruises on your wrists. “Do they hurt?” He says continuing to stare at them.

“No.” You rush to answer. He glances up to you and squints.

“My love.” He says lowly.

“A little.” You frown. And he sighs.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers his voice breaking as he does.

“It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have left without telling you.”

“I should’ve been there.” He huffs as he rubs your wrist again and you see his knuckles all black and blue.

“Eddie what happened?!” You shift and it’s your turn to grab his hands. You frown and look up into his eyes. His brown eyes narrow and he grimaces. “Eddie.”

“Steve only got in one good hit. I did the rest of the work that’s all.” He says this so calmly you almost feel as if you shouldn’t be worried. But you are.

“What?! Why would you do that?!” You stare into his eyes and he chuckles.

“Baby bat. He can’t just do this to you and get away with it. I had to beat his teeth in.”

“Eddie!” You gasp and he smiles at you. “You didn’t hurt him too badly did you?” His grin grows when you say this.

“Only you would be worried about your attacker.” Eddie shakes his head causing his curls to fall around his shoulders.

“I’m not worried about him! I’m worried about you. You could’ve gotten hurt or ended up in jail!” You watch as his face falls and he blushes. “You ended up in jail?!” You groan and he chuckles.

“It was only overnight. Hopper let me go once I told him what happened.”

“Eddie.” You practically whine and before you can say anything Eddie leans in and kisses you softly. You lean into him until you hear him whine a bit. You pull back and stare at him. “You okay?”

“Uh yea… it’s just my nose. Your brother got in a good one.” Eddie’s sentence makes your jaw drop.

“He actually hit you?!” You grab his face and scan it intensely causing his cheeks to squish in a bit.

“Yesh.” He says. His lips puckered and squished. You let go of his face and pull back. “I deserved it. Plus it was only one punch. I don’t think he broke anything.” Eddie shrugs.

“Eds I’m so-“ you stop. Eds. It feels tainted now.

“Hey what just happened?” He grabs your hand and pulls it to his chest. “Where did you just go.”

You shake your head and shrug pulling your hand back. And suddenly you realize your hand is on his knee as well. You pull that back too. You are too clingy.

“Hey hey hey. What’s going on baby bat?” He searches your face as you try to avoid eye contact.

“Nothing. I just… it’s nothing.”

“Look at me.” He says gently. “Please.”

You look up and immediately are met with his gentle brown doe eyes.

“Jeff told me everything that happened. Said you probably heard most of it if not all of it.” Eddie frowns as he grabs you hand once more. He brings it to his lips and gently kisses your knuckles. “No matter what you heard. It’s not true.”

You shake your head a bit. “That’s the thing though. It is.” You go to drop you head but Eddie takes his other hand and grabs your chin.

“It’s not. You are far from a nightmare.” He grabs at your waist now with both hands and pulls you into his lap. He shifts so he is crisscrossed and you are straddling his hips. “You are not annoying. You are not any of the things those assholes said. Besides pint sized.” He jokes and you can’t help but smile.

His thumbs dip under your shirt and rub circles into your hips as he continues to talk.

“And most importantly. I do not want anyone besides you. All the scheming in the world would not make me want to leave you. Gemma is a ghost of the past. And now you can see why I left her there.” He stares into your eyes and continues to rub your skin.

“Oh yes. Her overwhelming beauty, style, and commonality with you. Yes. Makes sense.” You sigh and go to look away but Eddie captures your lips with his. He smiles when you start to kiss him back and then he quickly pulls back. Giving you one more peck before continuing.

“You are everything she is not. You are kind. Caring. Gentle. Beautiful. Loving. And most importantly you are nothing like me.” He grins and you shake your head a bit.

“I wanna be like you.” You frown. And all he can do is chuckle.

“My love, I wanna be like you.” His gentle smile is contagious and your lips tug up into a grin as well.

“She likes you.” You whisper.

“I love you.” He whispers back. Your eyes widen as you stare at him. Searching his face for a joke or hint of one. He stays serious which he doesn’t often do.

“You what?” You quickly place your hands on his shoulders as if to stabilize yourself.

“I love you. Only a few months in and I’m head over heels in love with you my baby bat. I don’t want anyone but you. I go to bed and think of you. I dream of you. Then I wake up and think of you again. My every moment is consumed by thoughts of you and your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your kindness, your everything. I don’t care what any of those fucks think of you or me or us. It’s our relationship. You’re my baby. No one needs to understand us but us. Sure. You’re bubbly and kind and covered in flowers and dirt most of the time while I’m sweaty and standoffish and covered in leather and metal but that’s us. And I love us. I love you. I’m so in love with you it hurts. It hurts to be away from you. It hurts to see you cry. It hurts to know I let you get hurt. I’m so stupidly and happily in love it drives me fucking wild. I just can’t get enough of you ever. I love when you cling to my jacket and hide in my side. I love when you whisper to me when you’re nervous. I love when you-“

You smash your lips into his causing him to lean back a bit. You wrap your hands up in his hair and tug gently as his hands travel up and down your back pulling you in as close as he can get you. You kiss him until you’re both out of breath and his eyes are blown out black circles. When you pull back you stare at him with flushed cheeks and smile.

“I’m in love with you too.” You smile as you nudge your nose against his forgetting momentarily about your brothers punch until Eddie hisses softly. You pull back and grab his face. “Oh! I’m sorry!” You cry out and he chuckles.

“Come back here.” He whines and pulls your face back to his. Foreheads touching and he closes his eyes.

As you sit here all your worries wash away. Eddie loves you. He’s in love with you. That’s all you want. That’s all you need.

Eddie’s hands gently run up and down your back and he hums softly.

“They said I dress like a doll.” You sigh. “Is that true?” You wonder. Not really offended anymore. Not now that you had Eddie wrapped around you. More just curious.

Eddie pulls back gently and scans you. “You aren’t dressed like a doll now.” He points out but you squint. You gasp and point at his face.

“You think I dress like I doll!”

“Not all the time!!” He whines and quickly covers your face in kisses. You giggle until he settle his head on your shoulder. Hiding his face away in your neck. His warm breath fanning your skin sending shivers down your spine.

Suddenly Eddie licks a strip up your neck till he reaches your ear. He nibbles at your ear and sighs softly and you tighten your hands in his hair.

“Besides. I like when you dress like a doll if it means you wear that sexy little dress of yours.” He practically moans in your ear and you can’t help but sigh into him. “In fact I love all your little dresses. Especially that little green number you got.” He gently kisses your neck before nipping at your skin. You let out a soft moan and he grins against your skin.

You both sit there for a moment as Eddie lays soft kisses along your neck.

“Why don’t we go inside and I’ll slip into that green dress.” You whisper shyly and Eddie snaps up. You giggle when he scans your face and smirks.

“Awe. You wanna put it on just for me to take it off again? Hmm.” He leans and pecks your lips softly. “Seems time consuming but I’ll be damned if I don’t wanna see you put it on.”

“Come on. You know your favorite part is taking them off. Im being generous.” You smirk.

“God I love you like this. Let’s go!”

Eddie helps you off his lap and jumps to his feet. He grabs your hand and the two of you stumble over each other to get inside. Wandering past Steve, giggling at each other and rushing up the stairs to your bedroom.

As Eddie basically slams the door shut you pick the green dress up off the floor and disappear into your closet. Quickly you change and when you come back out into the room Eddie is sitting on your bed with a soft smile on his face.

When he sees you his face falls and his eyes widen. "Damnit. Okay." He huffs mostly to himself as he sits up a bit straighter on your bed.

"What?" You giggle as you twirl around in front of him. You can barely finish the turn before Eddie grabs your hips and pulls you closer. Now you stand between his legs and he stares up at you with a shit eating grin plastered across his lips.

"You're too beautiful. I can't think." He groans and throws his head back causing you to laugh loudly.

"I was actually gonna wear this last night but got too nervous." You hum gently as your hands find his chest and gently run up and down his shirt.

He snaps his head up and gapes at you. "Are you kidding me?!" He shakes his head and leans into your stomach for a moment before pulling back to look into your eyes once more. "Actually it's probably good you didn't wear this cause... we would've both been in that bathroom."

His smirk provokes a giggle from you. he grabs your hips and squeezes them before planting a kiss on the side of your ribs.

"Wanna skip to your favorite part? Taking this thing off." You smirk causing his eyes to meet yours and he smirks.

"Fuck yes." He moans out as he quickly moves you both. He tosses you back onto your bed and you giggle up at him as he crawls over you. Running his hand up the side of your thigh. "On Second thought... let's keep it on." He smirks.

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That's all folks. Let me know what you think about this! Hope you all enjoyed the angsty romance.

Peace and Love, Babes.

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His Sinful Devotion

Part 5

Older! Dark! Church guy! Steve Rogers x Innocent! Naive! Preachers daughter! Reader

Warnings: Age gap, Dark, manipulation, dubcon-ish, power imbalance, Talks of god, talks of praying, talks of courtship. Steve is hardcore manipulative I’m serious, reader is hardcore innocent, groping, innocent kink(is that a thing???), praise kink, daddy kink. P & V action (but not sex). Naked humping (Is that how I describe this? idk) . I think that’s all? Idk let me know if I’m missing something. Obviously this is very much nsfw and 18+ only

AN 1: I posted this to my second account on mistake :/ so here it is again lol! If you're here for smut, its at the end. If you're here for storyline, it's at the beginning. If you're here for both, enjoy :)

Word count: 3,793 Series Masterlist

The annual church retreats happens every summer, starting during the first week of June. The church owns a small campground with a few single cabins, along with two dorm style cabins, one for the men and one for the woman, and one big cafeteria shared between all of them. 

The first retreat is the kids camp, where the all the church kids, ages 7-12 spend 3 nights, learning the layout of the Bible, pushing their bunk beds together to talk all night without getting in trouble, and playing down by the water in the sun. 

You loved those times when you were a kid. Those five days were really the only time you had friends all year, since your parents were so strict, and unlike the other kids who all went to school together, you were homeschooled. 

The next retreat is the teens camp, aged 13-18. They get to spend 5nights at the camp. They also have more class time, learning more about sin and the devil, how to not be like “the world”. Nights are spent sneaking into the kitchens for leftover dinners, days spent whispering about which boy or girl is cuter while trying to make it seem like you’re singing the right words during worship.

This is when retreat started being a little less fun for you. Cliques start to form around this age, teens usually sticking with the group of friends they have all year, which is something you weren’t accustomed to. But you still had fun, even if you were off reading passages while the other teens were whispering about crushes. 

The third week is for the single young adults, ages 19-24. They spend their 7 nights at camp, learning how to navigate the world and help turn more people to Jesus. There’s no sneaking out to the kitchens or whispering during worship. The Young adults that do go to retreat usually want some sort of career in ministry and enjoy the connections they make. They also might be looking for potential spouses, but it’s not as obvious as when you’re a teenager. 

The past two years, you’ve got to enjoy this retreat, make some acquaintances with people your age in the church. There’s a lot less games and lots more reading than the retreats passed, but you didn’t mind. 

This year however, you will be attending the adult retreat. It’s for ages 25 and up, but if happen to be younger than that and you are courting, engaged, or married, you can attend as well, since a lot of the courses during the 7 night stay are relationship based. 

Your parents thought it would be a good idea so you and Steve can attend some of the classes together. Steve also wanted you there, since he would be teaching some of the classes himself. Why would he spend 7 days away from you when he didn’t have to. 

It’s been about 2 months since Bucky’s visit, almost 3 months total of courting you, and Steve has you exactly where he wants you. You follow his every word, follow his every command without complaint. He felt like he hit the jackpot with you awhile ago, but now, molding you into the perfect little wife, he knows for sure. 

And after this week, everyone else will too, he’s sure of it. 

Steve hates the church retreat. Every year, same he attends, and every year it’s as if the single bachelorettes of the church vie for his attention. But this year, with you by his side, he’s almost looking forward to it.

Steve finishes packing his bag and grabs his phone, checking the time. He’s meant to be picking you up in 30 minutes, which gives him enough time to jack off before. He’s not sure if he will be able to sneak off with you this week, the retreat going to be packed with the rest of the adult congregation. He also didn’t think he would be able to stop himself if he had you blow him off on the way there. It’s only a 10 minute drive from your house to the camp grounds, and 10 minutes isn’t nearly enough. 

As he washes himself off, changing into a new set of clothes. He grabs his bag and drives to you. He’s quick to knock on your parents door and help you with your bag when you come out. 

“You look beautiful angel.” Steve smiles over at you as he gets back in. 

No matter how many times he’s complimented you, you still get flustered every time. You still don’t understand why Steve, this extremely handsome, most eligible bachelor of a man, has picked you out of every woman in the church. Steve is great, perfect even.

Sometimes though, you get a little, scared, of him. He’s never done or said anything hatful to you. He’s only ever been extremely sweet and loving. But one Sunday at church, when one of the men at church made you a little uncomfortable, Steve stepped in, and the way his voice got low and dark, paired with the murderous glare he had, sent a cold chill down your spine. 

But whenever you think of that moment, you shake it off. Steve is a wonderful church going man. He’s nothing short of perfect. 

“Thank you.” You return his smile, “you look very handsome as well.” 

Steve rests his hand on your thigh for the rest of the drive. When getting to the camp grounds, Steve kisses you sweetly after grabbing the bags out of the back, handing you yours. 

You split off, you going to the woman dorm as Steve heads to his private cabin. You can’t stay in the same cabin, considering you are only courting, so you will be in the dorm with the other women. 

You unpack your bag, making your bed on one of the lower bunks, smiling when it’s completed. The bunks are only twin beds, which can be a little uncomfortable when the springs poke into your back due to thin mattresses, but you don’t really complain about it. You have used the same twin sheets and comforter for the camp bed since you were 13. White with pink and yellow flowers embroidered all round. It’s almost like a tradition for you at this point, and it always makes you smile. 

As you turn around, you see Sharon at the bunk across from yours, unpacking her own things. 

“Hi Sharon.” You greet her.

She looks up from her suitcase, face falling when she sees you, “Oh, hi.” She blinks a few times, eyebrows scrunching in confusion, “I didn’t know you would be attending this retreat.”

“My parents believed it would be beneficial since me and Steve are courting.” You shrug. 

“Hmm.” Sharon nods, going back to unpacking her suitcase. 

You feel like she’s disappointed you’re here, and it makes you a little uncomfortable, but you shake it off, thinking she’s probably just tired. You bid her a goodbye as you head to the dinning hall, helping set things up for the week wherever you can. When you’re done, you head back to the dorms to wash for dinner, but stop when you enter through the door, hearing what’s being said in the room. 

“What is she, a child? Why is all her stuff so innocent looking.” 

“I know! I can’t believe she’s courting Steve.” 

“Well, she won’t be for long if I have anything to do about it. Steve wants a real woman, not some idiot little girl.” 

The woman in the 

Tears threaten to spill down your face, making you bump your shoulder into the door panel as you scramble to leave. You’re eye sight is blurry as you stare at your feet, sniffling and trying to get as far away from the dorms as possible. 

You know you aren’t the most sharp when it comes to relationships, mostly due to your upbringing, and you aren’t unaware of how people view you as naïve. The kids used to make fun of you, as if you wouldn’t understand the words they would spew. But you did, and this feeling, is not one you’ve learned to deal with well. 

You don’t understand why people feel the need to be rude and judge, especially with the fact you only ever really interact with people that are supposed to also be meme era of the same church. Supposed to follow the same ‘do not judge’ command. Sometimes you feel like you’re the only one that actually tried to do that. 

Maybe you are naive.

“Hey sweetheart!” You hear Steve’s voice call out to you. 

Steve.

You have Steve. 

He’s never once been mean to you or judges you. He’s only ever been caring and sweet. 

You wipe your cheeks as you look up, seeing a smiling Steve walking towards you. When he gets close enough to see your red eyes and puffy face, his smile turns to a frown, rushing to you and bringing you into his arms, “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.” You shake your head, burning it into his chest. The warmth in his arms is comforting, something you’ve found the last few weeks. 

“No.” Steve pulls you back, voice hard but eyes still soft on you, “Don’t lie to me, sweetheart.” 

You look down, trying to blink away the tears that want to fall again, mumbling out, “Th— the other woman were just saying some things.” 

“Saying what?” Steve asks. 

Were they making fun of you? 

Steve will not hesitate to hurt anyone that hurts you. No one can make you cry except for him, and he only wants to make you cry out of pleasure. 

“They said I’m not a real woman and the—they don’t kno— know why you’re courting me.” You let out in a broken whisper. 

All Steve can see is red. 

How dare they say such things to you. 

How dare they question him, question his actions. 

He wont stand for it. 

“Come on.” Steve grabs your hand, dragging you back to the dorms. You don't try to pull away, following obediently. Steve doesn't even bother knocking politely to make sure everyone was decent,not caring he wasn't technically allowed in the women's cabin. 

When the door swings open with a bang, Steve charging in, the women gasp. 

“Steve!” Sharon stands up, ending resting on her chest, “Goodness you scared up.” 

He does nothing but glare at her and her little group of bitter, single church woman. He pulls you in front of him, not turning his glare away from the others in the room when he addresses you, “Pack your things up, angel.” 

“Oh, is she leaving the retreat?” One of the woman speak up, watching as you move to follow the order. 

Steve can hear the underlining amusement in her question, and the red starts to turn to black, “No, she's not. She will be staying in my cabin, with me.” 

All the women’s eyes go wide at the harshness of his words, how scary he looks. 

“Do you think that’s appropriate?” Sharon speaks up, the only one that seems to not be affected by his tone, acting as if his eyes weren't piercing through her. 

Steve smirks darkly, turning to you, having finished repacking your bags and was now watching them all innocently, “Go stand outside sweetheart, I’ll be there in a second.” 

“Okay.” You nod. 

Steve waits until the door closes behind you before he moves his gaze back to the other four women, “This ends here. If you ever say or do anything the hurts her again, I will not hesitate to make you lives a living hell. And believe me, my hell is a lot worse than the one we preach about. Do I make myself clear?”

The woman all nod their heads, fear in 3 of their eyes, one with distaste. Steve leaves,heading outside and grabbing your bag from your hands and interlacing your fingers together as he leads you to the cabin he's been assigned. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Lets go get you settled, yeah?” 

“Steve,” You pull on his hand to get his attention, “I can’t stay with you. Its not proper.” Whispering the last sentence. 

Steve laughs softly, “It’s okay. I’ll handle it. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” 

And Steve means that. He’s not letting you out of his sight again. 

The cabin Steve was put in is very small, just a small lounge room, bedroom, and bathroom in it. All the furniture, like the rest of the cabins, is old and outdated.

By the time you've unpacked your bag again, it’s time for you and Steve to go to the dinning hall for dinner. 

Steve keeps you glued to his side all night, not that you complained. It’s something you've grown accustomed too since courting him. It’s probably normal to always want to be close to your significant other, so you assume that’s why Steve does it. 

One of the elders come up and ask Steve some questions regarding the reasoning for you not staying in the women dorms anymore, giving Steve a smile after he reiterates some of the story why, “You’re a good man Steve, looking out for your lady like that. That’s what a husband does.” 

“Thank you.” Steve shakes his hand, as the last sentence of the man runs through your mind. 

That’s what a good husband does.

You’ve only been courting Steve for a few months, but comments around the two of you getting married have been happening around the church more frequently. You’re not sure if you’re ready for marriage, ready to be a wife. 

But then again, it’s the one thing your parents have always tried to prepare you for. How to be the perfect church wife. 

It makes since, you suppose, that you and Steve will get married one day. Everything just happening much faster than you were aware. 

Are you in love with Steve though? 

Sometimes you think you are. You know you at least care for him deeply and you suppose that’s a part of being in love with someone. You do enjoy spending time with him, even when you get a little uneasy when he asks you to do things that seem bad. He always assures you it’s okay though, and you know Steve wouldn’t lie to you. 

He has no reason to. 

After dinner, Everyone heads to one of the outside chapels to listen to a message and sing some worship songs, before retiring to their beds. 

When you enter the cabin, you stop by the couch in the lounge room, “I should sleep here.” 

Steve furrows his brows at you, shaking his head, “Absolutely not.” 

“It’s more proper—“ 

“Angel.” Steve cuts you off, “What kind of man would I be if I had my girl sleeping on the couch when there’s a perfectly fine bed 10 feet away.” 

You shift awkwardly where you stand, “I just don’t want people to talk.” 

Steve smiles brightly, walking over to you and rubbing your arms in what he wants to be a comforting notion, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll take care of anyone that says something bad.” 

“Okay.” You say quietly, Steve’s smile growing wider at your acceptance. You both quietly get ready for bed, changing your clothes and brushing your teeth. 

You’ve never shared a bed with anyone before, and as you crawl underneath the covers, you can’t help but be a little timid, staying almost on the edge of your side. 

When Steve gets in bed, he looks over at you and frowns, “Why are you all the way over there?” 

“I— I’m nervous.”

Steve chuckles, “Why you nervous, baby?” grabbing your arm softly and pulling you closer to him. 

You shrug, “I don't know. I’ve never shared a bed before. You aren't supposed to.” 

“Mmm.” Steve nods, tilting your chin up so you look at him as he tucks some of your hair behind your ear, “That’s true. But it’s okay for us to share a bed.” 

“It is?”

“Of course it is.” Steve smiles, “We just can’t have sex.”

Your eyes go wide at his words, putting you in a flustered state like every other time he uses such crass langue. 

Steve’s smile turns to a smirk as he gently pushes your back down onto the pillows and bed, moving himself to be positioned on top of you, “Which we won’t. But, since we do get to share a bed this week, we should at least have a little fun, right?”

You blink up at him as his hands move to the bottom of your sleep top, taking it off and throwing it to the floor, his mouth effectively finding your bare breasts underneath. This is something Steve has done before. One of those ‘‘you feel like you shouldn’t be doing’’ things from earlier. But it does feel good, and you trust Steve. 

A small moan leaves your lips, making Steve’s dick harden even more. He’s been hard since he he saw you crying earlier. He doesn't like that those women hurt your feelings, but he's not upset about the fact he gets to share bed with you all week, which give him the opportunity to do whatever he wants to you. 

Well, not whatever he wants, considering he can’t have sex with you. But he can still use your body for pleasure in other ways. 

And he will. 

He positions himself better between your legs, making them spread around him as his clothed hips meet yours. His hand massages one of your breasts and his mouth envelopes the other. He moans around your hardened nipple, savoring the breathless gasps from you. He switches to the other, making both your breasts plumb with his mouth. 

Once he is satisfied with your breasts, he uses his hands to get rid of your shorts, leaving you in only your underwear. His right hand goes to rub over your mound, making you closing your eyes as you arch your back into him at the feeling. He continues rubbing you over your underwear until an evident wet patch is formed.

His cock is unbearably stiff to a point he can’t handle anymore and he removes himself from you, throwing his clothes on the ground with yours. 

You’ve never been bare at the same time, and despite the fact you still have your underwear on, your heart starts beating faster out of the implication of what this might mean. 

“It’s alright.” Steve assures you, having seen the fear in your eyes at the lack of clothes for both of you, “Just need a little bit, Angel. Just a little release. We won’t have sex, promise.” 

He grabs the fabric of your panties, slowly moving them down your legs, until it’s discarded on the floor with the rest of the clothes. His voice is thick with lust and wanting, a sprinkle of darkness in it you don’t properly hear due to heartbeat in your ears, “Just need a little bit, baby.” He says, looking down at your body. But you don’t think he’s even really talking to you. 

He slowly, so slowly you think he’s waiting for you to say something, brings his hips closer to yours, groaning loudly at the contact of his bare skin on yours. He has to close his eyes so he doesn't just dive right in, taking you here and now. 

We can’t have sex.

Steve knows that. He knows he can’t just devour you right now. All of his plans would be ruined. But god does he want to. He didn't think anything could feel better than when he has your mouth around him. But this, his dick slowly sliding through the lips of your pussy? 

Heaven. He has entered heaven.

If anything, it just makes him harder at the thought of what it will feel like when he can actually be inside you. 

Steve rubs himself against harder, his cock finding a home between your lips and he groans, rubbing himself faster. He knows you’re getting something out of the friction too when your low whimpers turn to loud moans. He wants more, and needs a way to ground himself, grasping your wrists, forcing them above your head.

“God, baby.” Steve moans out, cock sliding through your wet lips. Hips rutting against yours almost painfully. His balls slabbing against you with each thrust, “Feel so good. My good girl. So good.” 

He looks down at you, and he thinks this is where you look the most perfect, underneath him, completely at his mercy. The friction of his cock rubbing against your clit causes you to shake as you come, and again, like the very first time he made you come, he relishes in the knowledge that he will be the only one to ever know how you look when you do. He will be the only one to ever make you come. 

“Steve.” You cry out in a whine as he continues to rub his cock over your clit, riding you through your orgasm. It’s too much, feels like to much for you. But Steve doesn't stop, instead, rubbing himself against you harder and faster.

“Just a little more, sweetheart.” His voice is hoarse as he tries to keep control of himself, “Let me just use you a little more, okay? Doing so good for me.” 

His words, his praise, the fact he hasn't stopping with his attack on your clit, all push you over the edge again, making you shake as practically shriek at the feeling of your second orgasm. You have to close your eyes due to the black spots in your vision. 

It pushes Steve over the edge, seeing you lose yourself like that, his head dropping down to your neck again as his finishes with you. His come spurts out over your stomach, thighs, and cunt, mixing his wetness with yours. 

He looks down to you as he starts to come down, blissed and covered in him, it makes him hard again, but he has some of his self control back. That control doesn’t stop him from rubbing his come over your breasts and stomach, mixing his own scent in with yours. He hums when he’s done, leaning down to give you a soft kiss to your lips and releasing your wrists. You’re desperately trying to stay awake, the festivities of two orgasms exhausting your body. 

Steve lays back down on his stomach, not bothering to clean either of you up. 

He wanted to mark you. 

He pulls you, so you’re laying on his chest and chuckles when you try to stay awake, “Sleep, sweetheart. We have all long week ahead of us.”

And Steve can’t wait for it.

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[kitsune024]

Stucky Fic Recs Part 2 - will add later

Bucky and Steve's Excellent Adventure by blue_beans I Chapters: 48/48 I Completed Post-Avengers: Endgame Bucky Barnes is very suicidal for a good chunk of this, Sentient Infinity Stones, Fix-It fic, Action/Adventure, Time Travel, slow burn

Six months ago, Steve set out on a final mission to return the infinity stones to their proper timelines, and returned a minute later having lived out a life of peace and contentment with Peggy Carter in the past. He died in his sleep a few days later, surrounded by his friends. Or so Bucky assumes. He wouldn't know, he'd been busy being locked up on the Raft while the government decided whether or not to pardon him for the whole Winter Soldier thing. What with the court-mandated therapy and the constant surveillance by alphabet agencies and the crushing weight of his past, he's not sure if giving him a chance at "normal life" is more cruel than the alternative. But he's doing fine. Great, actually, so don't ask. He didn't have a nightmare. Especially not that strangely disturbing one about Steve... *** AKA I wanted to write the reverse time-heist and I'm still salty about Endgame. This is the result.

Seasons of War by eretria I Chapters 11/11 I Completed Friends to Lovers, World War II, war horrors, Dark

Chasing Bucky, always a step behind, Steve remembers the cycle of seasons that took him from the raw and naive young man to the Captain America who led the Howling Commandos into hell and, except for Bucky, out again. As his memories center on Bucky, one question haunts him: Is the Bucky he knew in the war the same one he knew before?

ampersand by kaydeefalls I Chapters 1/1 I one shot World War II, Friends to Lovers, the Winter Soldier started long before Bucky fell from the train

They've been steveandbucky since they were kids, but that ignores the parts of their lives that don't wrap around each other, that never did. (Bucky needs to figure out who he is, just him, with or without Steve.)

In Vain by kireteiru I Chapters 1/1 I one shot James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers(unrequited), Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Endgame, All hurt no comfort, not a fix it :(

"Nothing of the heart remains, Even if we could've stayed, We've been here long enough, Long enough to know it's all in vain. Everything we tried to say, Up until the final day, I guess we said enough, Said enough to know it's all in vain." _ "In Vain", Within Temptation (Resist) A choice was made, and now the world will bear its consequences.

i'm the furthest thing from heaven, but the closest to home by @buckyismybicycle I Chapters: 6/6 I Completed Guardian Angel Bucky, Identity Reveal, Canon Divergence, Memory Loss

When Steve loses Bucky in Kreischberg, he’s lost the only thing left he cares about. He crashes the Valkyrie into the Arctic, ready to be reunited with his love, but instead, he’s saved by an angel. Except this angel isn’t like the ones he’s read about — no, his angel is armed to the teeth and has wings the colour of blood and night. Yet, there’s something eerily familiar about this angel.

Good God, Let Me Give You My Life by @bellefyre I Chapters 6/6 I Completed Bucky/others, One-Sided Relationship, Non-Consensual Touching, rape, Hydra, Steve/Bucky is Endgame

5+1 meme, five people over the decades who fell in love with the Winter Soldier and died because of him and the one person the Winter Soldier loved and lived because of him.

How to Woo the Winter Soldier by @writeonclara I Chapters 6 /6 I Completed funny fic, gift giving, Steve falls for the Winter Soldier before finding out his Identity, Courting, Identity Reveal, Identity Porn, bad ideas

“I think I’m ready to date again,” Steve said. “What,” Natasha said. “What?” Clint said, lowering his binoculars. He blinked at the dumbstruck look on the Captain’s face, then followed his gaze to where he was staring dopily at—at the Winter fucking Soldier. “Steve, no,” Clint groaned. Or: Steve courts the Winter Soldier.

Ready to Comply by @exclamation I Chapters 31/31 I Completed Canon Divergence - Post-CA: The Winter Soldier, Dehumanization, Hurt/Comfort-But Mostly Hurt, Angst, Protective Steve Rogers

The asset's orders at the end of The Winter Soldier weren't to kill Captain America, but to capture him, so that he could be wiped and turned into another asset. The asset has succeeded in that mission, capturing its target and taking him back to the Hydra base. But the Hydra soldiers are dead, captured, or fled, so there is no one there to give the asset new orders. Alone with its captive, the asset has no instructions on how it is meant to act. But the more time it spends with its target, the more old protocols start to assert themselves, like the protocol that when that face is hurt and bleeding, the asset is supposed to clean away the blood.

From Grit to Pearl by @bluesimplicity73 I Chapters 38/38 I Completed Bucky & Rebecca Barnes, Bucky Recovering, Body Horror, BAMF Bucky, BAMF Rebecca Barnes, Angst, AU - Canon Divergence, Hydra

He does not have a name. He has been called many things over the years; a weapon, a ghost, HYDRA’s Fist, the Soldier, and from what they have told him his work has shaped the century. But he does not have a name. His name, like so many other things, has been taken from him, stolen. Forgotten. Until the day it is not, and remembering, he breaks free, killing his handler and making his escape in a desperate bid for freedom. Frightened, lost and hurt, he seeks out the last person in the world he can trust, his baby sister, now an almost eighty-year-old widow, somehow knowing she is the only one who can help him. It is a difficult journey, one filled with pain, tears, and things that should not be possible. But also with recovery and redemption, rebirth and miracles, family and hope. This story is a love letter between Bucky and his sister Rebecca, the world, and eventually his childhood best friend, Steve Rogers, the boy he once loved. But ultimately, it is the love letter Bucky writes to himself, as he reclaims who he once was, discovers who he is now, builds a new life for himself and realizes he might, just might, be as strong, as beautiful, as precious as a pearl.

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Til the Sun Goes Down by @scyllaya I Part 1 - 2 I Bucky & Loki, Thor & Loki, Kid Loki

Stucky with Fanart

to memory now I can't recall by @etharei | Chapters: 16/16 I Completed Time Travel, World War II, Memory Loss, Identity Porn, Alien Technology The Good Monster by Taste_is_Sweet | Chapters: 2/2 | Completed Canon Divergence, Transformation, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, Self-Sacrifice, Self-Harm despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by @praximeter | Chapters: 20/20 | Completed Non-Consensual Body Modification, Canon Divergence, Identity Reveal, Drug Withdrawal, Body Horror, identity Porn, American Sign Language The Second Labor by @aidaronan I Chapters: 18/18 I Completed wartime imagery and violence, pre-serum steve, Alternative Timeline, Psychological Torture, Medical Torture, AU - Canon Divergence

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Ipseity by @skyisgray I Part 1-3 I Completed Dissociative Identity Disorder, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Torture

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[luciusgerard]

How to tell if someone is going to have the absolute worst Stranger Things takes:

If any of the things on this list apply to a user on any social media site (particularly Tumblr, Twitter, or TikTok) or a person IRL, chances are they're not worth engaging with because their opinions and theories regarding the show will be hot garbage.

This is just my opinion by the way, if you disagree you may continue on your merry way and continue having crappy opinions. That said, let's begin.

1. They stan this bitch.

Now, don't get me wrong. When I say this, I don't mean people who like Billy as a character because of what he adds to the show. I'm talking about people who have allowed themselves to become so obsessed that they make excuses for his abusive and racist actions. A place of understanding is not a place of justification. I'm also talking about the people who ship him with Steve (or anyone), believe he and Eddie would be friends, hate Max because she "insulted" their "baby," and the people who shit on Eddie and the Steddie ship as a whole because they view Eddie as some kind of carbon copy of Billy. You know who you are, and you suck.

2. They hate Robin or Lucas.

Neither of these characters have done anything wrong. I've never seen anyone justify their dislike of Robin for a non-ableist or non-homophobic reason (because they don't exist), and Lucas, one of two Black main characters in the show, gets criticised so harshly and so often compared to White characters who have done inarguably worse things. Y'all don't realise how damn quick you are to antagonise a Black boy in situations where he's behaving in entirely reasonable and rational manners, like when he was "mean to El" in season one when he's doing what the majority of people in his situation would do, meanwhile I hardly ever see people calling Mike out for being so needlessly rude to Max in season two. Case in point: If you hate on Robin or Lucas, your opinion is trash.

3. They're strongly against Byler and its shippers.

I honestly don't care whether you personally ship Byler or not, you can't deny that people who are 100% against even the idea of Byler are at least a little homophobic (well, technically you could, but you'd be wrong).

"Mike is straight!"

Has that been confirmed? Did Mike tell you that? Did the Duffer Brothers tell you that? No? Exactly. Besides, even if it were outright confirmed that Mike is only into girls, why is it so difficult for you to let people enjoy things that aren't causing you or anyone else any direct or indirect harm? God, please just make some friends.

"But Mike has only ever shown interest in girls!"

Tell me you have little to no media literacy skills without telling me you have little to no media literacy skills. Seriously, babe, that's not even remotely true. I can guarantee that if Will and/or Eddie were women, people like you would be all over the Byler ship and the Mike-having-a-crush-on-Eddie headcanon.

"Mike and El are in love, didn't you hear his monologue?"

See the first sentence of my last point and shut up.

4. They unironically refer to Will as "the gay one" or a variation of it.

This one is more specifically talking to the allocishets: Why is it that for three seasons Will Byers got to be referred to by his name like every other character, but season four comes out (no pun intended) and all of a sudden he's being reduced to his sexual orientation? Answer quickly.

Anyway, I'm done ranting. If you have anything to add, comment or reblog. Have a good day, people these points don't apply to.

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Mark || nomad!Steve Rogers

Summary: Avengers timeline but with a soulmate twist. No one knew who their soulmate would be until after you slept with them. The matching mark on both of your hands would only appear after your bodies joined in union which left for a few strange outlooks on sex.

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, threat of rape implied, unprotected sex, oral.

A/N: another one written on my phone, I’ll edit it next week. I also said I wouldn’t write over the weekend but I had an idea and it won’t go so here we are.

The shadows of the alley seemed to swallow your screams before a gloved hand pressed tightly over your mouth. Your knee moved on reflex, just like your momma taught you, hitting the man square between his legs and sending him collapsing to the ground with a painful cry.

“You little bitch!” He hissed as you grabbed your handbag you had dropped and sprinted back to the street.

Oomph. The wind was knocked from your lungs as you crashed into what you assumed had to be a wall but found the wall had arms. A fresh wave of panic set in as they closed around you and your knee jolted up again.

“Ugh.” The man grunted low and bent at the waist but still he didn’t let go. “I’m trying to help.”

You looked up at his face, recognising his voice from the many videos you had seen of him over the years. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry Captain.”

His lips curled slightly but there was also a hint of a grimace that left you feeling guilty as he let go and stepped past you. “Just wait there, let me deal with this jerk. You like attacking beautiful women huh?”

The guy that had tried to drag you into the depths of the dark alley whimpered from where he lay in a puddle. His head was shaking as he tried to deny what he had done but he could hardly get the words out through the pain in his groin.

“I, I barely touched her.” He managed to stammer. “Bitch is lying.”

“I hope you have a lawyer.” Steve said as he heard sirens echoing along the street.

“And insurance.” You added, Steve’s head cocking in your direction as you stepped up behind the safety of his back. “You’re gonna need it for your testicle retrieval.”

Steve tried to cover his laugh with a cough and held his hand out for you. “You should be proud, most people freeze in these situations.”

You stared at his hand, thinking it would be simple to shake his hand but even though you didn’t need his help he had still come when everyone else ignored your cries for help. He stiffened for a moment as you wrapped your arms around his waist and whispered your thanks to his broad chest.

“No more walking around by yourself at night, alright?” He said as he relaxed and let his arms fall around your back, feeling an odd sensation in his stomach as he inhaled your mouthwatering scent.

“I have to.” You uttered as you loosened your hold, not wanting to make a fool of yourself but missing the sense of security you felt in his arms the instant they disappeared. “I have to get home somehow.”

Steve ran his hand over his beard as he felt his inside twist at the idea of you out at night, alone. “Is there anyone who can pick you up or walk with you? A boyfriend maybe?”

You shook your head, looking down at your hands clasped in front of you, the skin naked of the mark. Some days you longed to find the one you were destined to love, some days you feared who it would be. Every day you felt alone.

“I don’t have anyone.” You whispered.

“Shit.” He sighed heavily, wanting to find out more about you but the sirens were getting closer. “I have to go.”

You nodded, understanding the weight of Steve’s actions and what he risked to help you since he was technically a fugitive on the run. “Thank you, Captain.”

“Not Captain.” He shook his head with a sad smile. “Just Steve.”

“Steve,” you tasted the sound on your tongue, the interaction suddenly more intimate just from saying his name, “thank you.”

You turned as a pair of headlights filled the alleyway and when you looked back Steve was nowhere to be seen. The blanket of security that had enveloped you was gone just as suddenly and you began to tremble as the adrenaline burned out.

“Ma’am, we had a call about an assault.” The officer said as she got out and noticed your shivering, her hand signalling to her partner to get out. “Are you alright?”

You pointed a shaky finger at the man trying to pull himself up from the ground, but from the veins popping from his forehead he wouldn’t be getting away. “He tried to…”

You didn’t have to finish the sentence for the the policewoman to understand as she turned her fearsome glare to the man.

“It’s not like that.” He hissed as he cupped himself. “She’s my soulmate, I know she is, I just need to show her.”

The policeman looked down at his marked hand and closed it into a tight fist as he struggled not to punch the attacker. “You don’t deserve one. The mark is a gift, it has to be given you idiot, you can’t just go around forcing yourself on people. I’m sure when we run your prints we’ll find it’s not your first attempt at this sort of thing. Am I right?”

The man kept his lips tightly shut as a pair of handcuffs snapped around his wrists and he was roughly pulled from the ground.

“Here’s my card, come down to the station in the morning so we can take your statement.” The policewoman said softly. “Do you have anyone who can come and get you?”

“No, but I just live around the corner.” You said as you took her card and slipped it into the pocket of your apron you still wore.

“If you’re gonna walk ‘round here at night I’d suggest pepper spray.” The officer said as the car door closed behind your attacker. “Can’t be too careful, seems to be a lot of people who can’t wait to meet their soulmates, it drives them insane.”

You nodded at the truth. There were some people that burned through sexual partners, hoping that they would meet their destiny by playing the numbers game. There were some who believed that the mark would come if they took the time to get to know their would-be partner, thinking a genuine connection would make the mark appear when they finally make love. Then there were your kind, it was a mixture of both where you didn’t wait to fall in love before having sex but you also didn’t have sex with someone you had no attraction or spark with. You did not want to find yourself marked to someone you didn’t have any similarities with.

You stood under the streetlight as the police car disappeared down the street, not moving towards your apartment block until the red taillights were completely gone.

“Want some company?” You jumped as your shot nerves jerked your body around and you clutched your chest as you saw Steve step out of the darkness of the alley. “Sorry, I would’ve called your name but you didn’t tell me it.”

“Jesus Christ.” You cursed as your heart raced a mile a minute.

“Pretty sure it’s not that.” He teased, his attempt at humour calming your nerves quicker than you thought could be possible after your evening.

“And the dad joke of the year goes to…”

His smile sent butterflies flapping in your tummy and you couldn’t breath as he stepped closer until the light of the street lamp.

“It’s y/n.”

His smiled grew as he absorbed the name and committed it to memory. “Well, y/n, would you be comfortable with me walking you home?”

Your head was already nodding and you swore a bolt of lightning jolted your senses as he held out his elbow and you looped your arm through. From the widening of his eyes and the stumble of his step, you were sure he felt it too. Your body felt like static, every second that you were touching it was increasing and you didn’t know how the hairs on your body weren’t standing upright from the electricity.

“Do you want to come in?” You asked as the elevator to your floor opened and you pulled your key from your apron.

His answer was almost out before you have finished your question and it only made you smile more as you unlocked the door.

“Steve?” You pressed your back to the door after closing it behind you and played with the bow of your apron. “I hope I’m not too forward but am I crazy to think there’s something between us?”

Steve turned and saw your hesitation, an ache in his chest as he felt the need to reassure you. “You’re not crazy.”

Your mouth went dry as he stepped closer and you licked your lips to moisten them. “Do you want to kiss me?”

His answer came in the form of his touch. His lips were soft and supple while his beard tickled your skin. His hands pulled your hips towards his before snaking around your body and you threw your arms around his neck as the kiss deepened with his tongue caressing yours.

Steve pulled away first with his irises swallowed by his dilated pupils and his hair a mess from your fingers combing through them. “We shouldn’t do this tonight, not after what you have been through.”

“That is exactly why I need this, Steve.” You said as you held tighter to his body, feeling his erection straining beneath his jeans. “I don’t want to go to bed remembering his hands on me. Chase away his touch, please.”

His eyes searched yours and time felt suspended as you watched his internal monologue reflect in the emotional depths of his eyes. “You let me know the second you feel uncomfortable, alright?”

You nodded eagerly as he looked around your apartment and spotted the open door to your bedroom. His hands trailed down your back until they spread across your ass and he lifted your feet off the ground. You held his shoulders in a death grip as your legs locked around his waist and you both moaned at the friction of your core pressing against his cock.

Steve laid you gently across your bed before stepping back to pull his shirt over his head and you propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched his muscles ripple with every movement.

“Holy shit.” You sighed longingly at the delicious v shape of muscle that disappeared into his waistband. “I wanna taste you so bad.”

His chuckle rolled over your skin like silk and he unbuckled his belt, leaving his jeans hanging open before deciding to undress you first. You were more than happy to have the restrictive clothing gone and his heated stare set fire to your skin as he drank in the sight of you laid bare for him.

“I wanna taste you so bad.” He moaned as he settled between your legs and blew cool air across your clit. “Can I?”

“Oh god yes, please, Steve.” You begged as you looked at his eyes watching your from above your mound.

His smile disappeared below your line of sight and your head tipped back as his lips sealed over your clit and sucked. Your fingers laced into his hair as you rolled your hips against his face, his beard tickling the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Your moans were quickly filling the small room and when he lowered his kiss to your slick folds you saw stars. His lapped at the juices flowing, pushing inside as he fucked you with his tongue until your legs trembled around his head, deafening him as they clenched over his ears with a cry of ecstasy.

Crawling up your body, you should have felt intimidated by his size domineering your person space but it had the opposite effect. You felt safe and secure between his beefy arms and his broad shoulders promised the strength to carry any burdens you might have. Reaching between your bodies as his lips shared the taste of your desire, you pushed his jeans over his hips and he kicked them off without breaking the kiss.

The weight of Steve’s cock hung heavy on your thigh and you felt his tip touch your dripping folds as he shifted closer. “Are you sure?”

Your palms pressed to his chest, feeling the beat of his heart hard against them and you nodded and slid them over his shoulders while your legs locked around his hips. “I’m sure.”

Steve bit his lip as he fought the urge to slam himself home when his head slipped through your slick entrance. His cock was already throbbing and his balls tight with the need of release but he counted to 10 as he eased himself in, one inch at a time.

Your lips were parted with the deep breaths you were taking and your nails dig into his back at how full you felt with him inside you. You could feel the tension in his body as he held back and you rolled your hips to get the movement you desperately needed.

“Please, Steve, you’re not going to break me.” You promised as he gave you long, slow, methodical strokes that teased you with the potential. “Fuck me hard.”

His hips bucked at the order and he caught himself before his hips crashed into yours and caused any bruises but it wasn’t enough for you. Your hands trailed down his back until you reached his firm ass, clenching with every thrust and you dug your nails into the tissue and pulled yourself up to meet him.

“Oh, shit, that’s it.” You moaned as he bottomed out in you, pushing against the deepest parts of you. “I can take it, Steve.”

His control was waning as he felt your walls fluttering around him and he let go just a little more, his strokes speeding up as he pushed your leg higher over his hip and moaned at how tight you were. “You feel so good sweetheart, so fucking good.”

You buried your face in his neck as his deep voice reverberated through your body and the aural stimulation tipped you over the edge, his name falling from your lips as you came around him. His rhythm faltered as your pussy clamped around his girth, the walls massaging his cock until he spent himself with guttural cry to the ceiling.

His body collapsed above and his elbows beside your body kept most of his weight from crushing you as he regained his breath. He chuckled and shivered as your hands drew lazy designs along his spine and you felt his smile against your neck. “That tickles.”

He slowly retreated from your body and fell heavily onto his back beside you, pulling you into his arms so your head rested on his hard shoulder. You looked at your hand resting on his defined abs and felt the ache of disappointment begin to spread in your chest. You had accidentally let hope fill you when you felt the spark but the proof was bare for you to see, no mark.

Steve could feel the change and he looked down to see you looking at your hand. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” You said with a weak smile. “I shouldn’t have expected anything, then you can’t be disappointed right.”

His high was quickly draining as he felt his own pain growing, the idea of going back to being alone a bitter pill to swallow. The pain in his chest began to radiate through his body and his back arched as the burn of a thousand needles pricked him. He couldn’t think through the sudden searing heat until he heard your scream in his ear and felt you writhing in your own world of pain.

“It hurts.” You whimpered as the pain flooded your veins and traveled across your body until it seemed to concentrate in your hands. “Make it stop.”

Steve wished he could take it away but he knew what was happening and that it would be over soon as he reached for your hands. His fingers entwined with yours and the invisible flames licked your skin and the mark appeared in swirls and lines as unique as a fingerprint. The burn dissipated as fast as it arrived and you sagged back onto Steve’s chest equally excited as you were exhausted.

“They’re beautiful.” You gushed as you looked at your joined hands.

“They are.” Steve agreed as he captured your lips, his body already stirring awake as the excitement of finding his soulmate renewed his strength. “I can’t believe, after all this time, I found you.”

You slipped your hand from his and traced the soft hairs below his bellybutton until you wrapped your fingers around his shaft, stroking him slowly as you shifted on the bed. “Me too, now I need to taste you, so bad.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x poc!reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers imagine #Steve Rogers smut

[matchingbatbites]

"Now I have to remember you for longer than I have known you" Sorry, I make my self sad imagining Steve standing by the grave stone they put up for Eddie even though they couldn't bury him

GOD Anon just stab me next time, it would be kinder. (Jk jk I love this actually, thank you for blessing me with it) I've never cried while writing something until now, so I hope you're proud of yourself. Somehow this ended up being 1.1k so it's going under a cut. <3 This one does not have a happy ending folks, it's all just Steve being sad at Eddie's grave.

Steve feels almost awkward as he stands before the makeshift grave. He says makeshift because- can it really be a proper grave when there's no body to inhabit it? When it's just a slab of stone with some words on it, marking an empty plot of land?

He doesn't think it does, but it will have to do, will have to be good enough to bear the weight of their grief.

He'd brought Dustin by earlier, had stood off a little ways as the kid sat and talked to the stone, just like he had watched Max do- God, last month. Just last month when they'd nearly lost little Red, and the thought of that is what kept him closer to Dustin, the latent paranoia clinging to him like a second skin at just the idea of it happening again.

But Dustin is fine. He'd talked to the rock for nearly half an hour before Steve drove him back home, left him with his mother and a crushing hug. And then Steve had- gone back.

It's only been a week since it's been set into place, a chunk of stone resting on solid ground that the others have all visited in turn, trying to turn their grief for their lost friend into words, trying to unload their emotions onto something tangible.

This is the first time Steve has been here alone, and he- he doesn't even know if he should be. He hadn't known Eddie, not like the boys had and- and maybe that's the problem. For the first time in his life, Steve feels like something has slipped through his fingers, and he doesn't know what to do about it.

He sits on the grass, cross-legged in front of the stone, and reaches out to brush his fingers over the granite.

"Um, hi Eddie. I know everyone else has kind of had their turn just, uh. Just sitting out here and talking to you. I know we weren't really friends, but- but I wanted-"

Steve frowns, his fingers press into the stone as his free hand clenches around nothing.

"I don't- I'm not great with- with words. Not like the way Dustin described you. Fucking wordsmith he called you, whatever- whatever that actually means. And that- that's what fucking sucks about this whole thing, is that I won't- I'll never get to see that in action myself. Dustin talked about you so much, always saying how great you are- were-"

The slip-up stops him cold, and he sniffs, brings his free hand up to rub at his nose and keeps the other firm against the headstone.

"I have this, uh, memory. Of you. Right after you transferred into Hawkins Middle, and you were just so quiet and- and you got picked on, of course, because you were new, you were a stranger. And then one day you jumped in front of Danny Matthews who was just going crazy on this 6th grader, and you-"

Steve stops to laugh wetly, the memory still so vivid, even to this day. "You fucking bit him, and you told him that you had rabies and he- he went fucking crying to the principal. You got in so much trouble, but from that day on you never let that stop you from standing up for other kids.

"I was thinking about that the other day. How I've known about you for years, but never interacted with you. I was always too worried about what people would say about me. You know, Dustin is the one who really, finally broke me out of that mindset. And yeah, okay, he was trying to talk me into dating Robin, but- He's right, that little shit. It doesn't fucking matter anymore.

"So when- when everything went down with you- When we found you, I kind of had that in the back of my mind, because you were- you were both the kid I admired and someone I didn't know at all. And then I got to spend that week getting to know you, like for real, and you were everything Dustin said and more, and now-"

He takes a shuddering breath and scrubs at his face, finally lifting his hand from the stone to wipe at the tears that are starting to fall.

"Now I have to remember you for longer than I've known you, and it's not- it's not fair, Eddie."

A sob rips through him unbidden, and the floodgates open with it. Steve curls in on himself as his chest heaves and he gasps into his hands. He speaks around it as best he can, needing to get the words out before he drains himself completely.

"It's not- it's not fair that you can just come in- into my life like a fucking whirlwind before just- just vanishing. You gave me just a fucking taste of what it's like to know you, and that- that's what I have to live with for the rest of my life."

Steve sobs into his hands as he thinks about the what ifs, the impossible possibilities that have plagued him for weeks since they were forced to leave Eddie's body behind in that absolute hellscape. The 'Maybe's and the 'I should have's and the 'If only's that have been growing and stewing inside of Steve finally take their chance to claw to the surface, ripping out of him in something that grows too close to hyperventilation, but he doesn't fight it.

He lets it happen, lets every little want and wish and regret flow through him here, lets them all drip down between his fingers to land on the gravestone of someone who should not be dead. Who should be alive and happy and with Steve. He cries for something he lost before he ever even got close to having it.

At the end of it all he feels hollow, like a deflated balloon that's been discarded, just waiting to be trampled on. And yet. He's also lighter, like something inside him has shaken loose and he's finally able to breathe freely for the first time in weeks.

He cleans his face on the sleeve of his jacket, makes a mental note to wash it when he gets home, and just. Looks down at the slab before him. It's pretty traditional, and Steve thinks Eddie might hate how boring it is, but it's enough for now. It has to be.

Steve presses a kiss to the tips of his fingers before he reaches down and brushes them against the marker, smiling softly at the "Son, Friend, Rockstar" that adorns the stone. "I'll be back next week, Eddie. See you then, okay?"

#anon im kissing you for this idea #i hope you like it because i really love it actually #literally got home from work and smashed this out #currently 2am tho so it's going in the queue #steddie fic #steve harrington #joey writes #stranger things #ficlet

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Always watching

PART 1!

Thank you to @raecortes for this new idea for a one shot! This story i have in mind is way too good for a one shot, so it's going to be a 2 parter ♡

TW: STALKING, Mentions of past abuse, mentions of abuse from parent(s). (All that i can think of. Will add more TW's if I see any)

Please if any of the mentioned is triggering pass on reading this one! Your mental health means more than a quick read.

It started off innocent... cute, even.

It was at first him just watching her when he first moved into town. All eyes were on him, while his were on her. He figured what wasn't to like about her? She was beautiful, she was a sweet girl. Super nice to EVERYONE.. she is the type he would have loved to bring home to his mom to meet.

Then it moved on to him finally getting the courage to talk to her and that resulted in him walking her to and from class, driving her home..

When they started dating Billy got extremely protective. If anyone so much as walked past her without using their manners and excusing themselves, Billy was there and in their face.

His stalking tendencies got worse also, from the little small moments of checking in to now watching her every move and Rae didn't even know .

After awhile, though.. he started to get sloppy in his actions. He got way to comfortable and she was starting to notice that someone was watching her but she couldn't figure out who for the life of her.

"I don't know Nancy... I swear to god someone or something is legit watching me at all times. It's extremely unnerving! " Rae exclaimed, facing the small group of friends including Nancy, Steve, Johnathan, the newest to the group Robin and Sasha, Rae's cousin.

"Well, Rae you are an extremely attractive girl so you're going to be oogled" Sasha replied in place of Nancy.

"No, this is more than that. I have things starting to go missing.. little trinkets, personal items like my hair ties.. brushes.. panties. It's the oddest thing" Rae continued, smoothing out her dress.

Robin snorted, causing Sasha and Johnathan to start giggling and Robin joined. The three earned a lovely look of death from both Nancy and Steve.

"What? What's so funny?" Rae asked, looking at them.

"Well you have an extremely over protective boyfriend..it'd be extremely hard if not impossible to get anywhere near you let alone your underwear without Billy blowing up on them" Robin replied, wiping a now formed tear from her eye.

"Ok? And? It doesn't mean it can't be done!" She complained.

"Yeah but it doesn't mean that it can be either.." Johnathan mumbled, which to his disadvantage Rae side eyed him.

"It just.. it really freaks me out ok? Jason Carver used to do weird shit like that and im still pretty traumatized from it. You guys know that.." she spoke, going kind of silent after the mention of her ex, Jason.

Before Billy, there was Jason Carver. He's the captain of the Hawkins High basketball team, and also Rae's ex.

At first..Jason was amazing. He treated her like a queen.. but then he started getting angry, and angry at Rae for things she never had anything to do with and he'd take his anger out on her. It started when they lost a game and Rae tried cheering him up. He wasn't having any of it and started going off on her saying that she wasn't helping and she never tried to help him in a way that was truly beneficial to his team.

Then it got violent.. but Rae didn't like talking about that for obvious reasons.

"Billy isn't Jason, though...." Steve started.

"Obviously I'm not, shit bird." She heard from behind her. Instantly the hair raised on the back of her neck but in a good way. Despite his upfront personality and real charming way to piss people off, he made her feel safe.

"Ah, Billy. Didn't realize your hostile tendencies were because you think i resemble your kid sister" Steve replied, not amused with the situation at all.

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Wheww. Here's part one... who's ready for two?!

#stranger things #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut stories #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargove x reader #billy stranger things

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A/N ; I'd apologize for this but honestly we all know I'm not sorry about it. I got the idea earlier and decided to humor it and thus, here we are. This is not connected to my Henderson!Reader or Henderson!OC writings, btw.

Territorial Steve, anybody?

Your mood song for this is River by Bishop Briggs. Or Pillowtalk by Zayn.

Pairing ; Steve Harrington x fem!reader

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18+ just to be safe. Don't you dare, I swear to God. If you're not into possessive / territorial actions including but not limited to biting/marking, fingers, body fluids, kissing,teasing, heavy sexual tension, just a real quick fight between Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington and the act of sex being hinted at well... All I can say is keep scrolling and turn away now. Definitely don't read this.

[ not my gif but i love how eddie is like cover up you slut. ]

How do you fall in love?

Harder than a bullet could hit you

Billy Hargrove always seems to find you, to corner you up with no chance at escape. Any other girl at Hawkins High would find it hot, they’d probably throw their panties right at him and lie down - let him do whatever dirty thing he wanted but not you, oh no.

You loathed the guy. He reeked of entitlement and that was only somewhat overshadowed by the fact that the boy smelled as if he swan dove headfirst into an industrial sized vat of Brut. Stetson. Any number of heavy and smothering masculine scents that guys in your school -and probably every high school ever, seemed to think bathing themselves in was a good idea. 

Tonight’s party wasn’t any different. You’d just gotten yourself a cup of punch -heavy on the rum with a few pineapples and cherries  swimming around jovially that you’d feast on, and you leaned against the wall in Tina’s living room just sort of observing. People watching as you usually did. You’d grow bored, as one does because there’s only so much open groping and grinding a girl can take before that ol’ green-eyed monster sets in, and so you turn to leave the crowded living room. Maybe you’d wander out onto the deck, it was usually quieter out there.

The problem with this was Billy Hargrove. He stood in front of you, blocking your path. Unmoving. Expectant, somehow. When he realized it was you, his mouth turned up at the corners into a lazy smirk. A smirk that still irked you to see because somehow it was just so cocky. Annoying.

Like him.

“You.” the word came, accompanied by the usual roll of your eyes as you firmly planted a hand against the thin denim button up he wore. Every intention to push him back just a little, just enough so you could shove past him easier. But Billy was twice the usual level of drunk and dumb on this particular night so for some reason his brain completely ignored the eye roll and the tone of your voice in favor of picking up on the way you had your hand on his chest. Or the fact that you hadn’t just moved it already. Mostly because you hadn’t pushed him away like you planned yet but it was coming.

You could sense the shift in his mood and you groaned inwardly. Your hand was snatched away from the firmness of his chest with quickness and you grumbled to yourself because it was in that moment you knew.. You’d just fucked up.

He stepped even closer and you stepped away. You even hissed at the guy, this somehow didn’t deter him.

This baffled you because normally, crazy worked.

“Don’t make me pour this over your head, nimrod.” you spoke up as your bare foot tapped against hardwood flooring and you stared up at him, unamused.

Billy wasn’t comprehending. “Aw, c’mon.” he pouted. “E-every girl but you l-likes me. I j-just wanna k-know w-why. Tell me.”

“Well.” you blew at loose strands of hair in your eyes as you glanced helplessly over his shoulder. All your friends were either upstairs making the bases with their chosen person for tonight or they weren’t present.

You were all alone.

It didn’t sit right with you at all.

Billy sober was just annoying but Billy when drunk… He lacked any sense of boundaries, he’d even gone as far as to lick you at the last party you got dragged out to.

He stood taller. His hand against your hip until you lowered your own hand and swatted his away. “Stop touching me, holy shit.” you complained as you rubbed the bridge of your nose. Annoyed. Praying for a distraction. Any distraction, really.

“Answer t-the question.” Billy was firmer when he said it. Demanding. All in your personal space yet again and when you tried to get away, he’d just step closer and get right back in it.

“You’re annoying, okay? You’re annoying and your boundary issues are a huge turn-off. You’re fake, you’re an asshole and you’re too cocky. Are you happy now, Hargrove? This is why I don’t like you. Will you go now? Will you leave me the fuck alone?”

It came out louder than you meant it -no thanks to the short fuse you’d been cursed with at birth, and you stepped away even more.

Only thing is, you stepped right into somebody standing behind you.

You tensed. Were Hargrove and his idiot Hagan going to double team you now? They had the habit of doing so, to tease and harass you until all you wanted to do was punch them both in the throat after knocking their heads against each other repeatedly.

To your surprise, Steve Harrington cleared his throat.

You whirled around and you did it fast enough that the red alcohol laden punch in your cup sloshed all over his white tee shirt. You gulped.

Brown eyes settled on the spreading stain and then they settled on you. Studying you intently. Concerned.

You were distracted by the brighter brown flecks in his irises to notice when he shifted you so that you were pressed closer to him and thus, further away from Billy’s pesky and groping hands or the way he tried to stomp every single one of your personal space boundaries when he was in the mood to irritate you by popping up like this. 

“Lay off, Hargrove.” Steve’s voice was calm. Too calm. Deathly calm.

Billy chuckled, the sound was dark. Menacing. “Y-you gonna m-make me, H-harrington?” he steps up, this effectively puts you into the dream position of at least half the female population currently attending Hawkins High.

Possibly even some of their own mothers if the rumor about Billy and his thing for the older ladies that went around last week was anything to go by.

You gulp again. Gazing up at Steve and over your shoulder at Billy. Billy reaches to grab your hips but Steve snatches you out of the middle and you’re behind him so fucking quick you barely realize it. Steve steps up to Billy and there’s shoving. Swearing.

“Fuck.” you mutter, mostly to yourself. Your eyes dart around helplessly, looking for somebody. Anybody to pry the two fighting males apart but then you happen to pick up on something said in the heat of the moment.

“I told y’ to leave her the fuck alone, Hargrove.” -it was Steve who said it and he is furious, straddling Billy’s hips as his fists slam against what all the girls say is a perfect nose and batter his face relentlessly. Billy’s got his hands at Steve’s throat and he’s taunting him about it. Rubbing in the fact that you don’t even know Steve exists but you had your hand on Billy’s chest.

And you don’t like it, the fact that Steve is fighting because of you. You feel so bad about it, you had to do something.

Enter the shoe you discarded beneath a tall stool at the kitchen island after your last remaining present friend coaxed you down from dancing on the bar to some stupid -yet catchy, pop song. You were in a moment of desperation so it worked.

You threw the shoe at Billy just as he got the upper hand. It bounces off the back of his head just as he’s straddled Steve and he’s got him choked and pinned to the wood floor.

His distraction to look back at you in sheer confusion gave Steve just enough time to both get away from Billy and get his arm behind his back while holding his face down against the wood floor. He was seething in anger, you couldn’t recall a time you’d ever seen the mild-mannered boy in front of you absolutely feral with rage about something.

You’d never admit it out loud but seeing him like this was well… Kind of hot. There was something about the way he was fighting right now to defend your honor that had your thighs clenched tight and had you watching intently, flinching every time a hit landed against him. Desperate to do something else, anything else to end the altercation.

You just didn’t know what.

You reach out tentatively to tap his shoulder. “S-steve?”

He seems to come back into focus. Turns to look at you and gets off of Billy. Spits out some blood from where he’s bitten his lip or one of Billy’s wayward punches busted skin.

Billy’s threatening him that this isn’t over, that he’ll kick his ass but you step between them because hell, it seems as if none of their so-called friends seem to give a shit and this whole debacle did start because of you.

Didn’t it? It all happened so fast that you’re not even honestly sure what started it.

“Get fucked, Hargrove. He was o-only tryin t’ get you t’ stop t-touchin me.” you’re brandishing your other shoe because you’d grabbed it a few seconds prior when you thought the first shoe wouldn’t do the trick.

He gazes at the heel and back at you.

“You want this loser? Fine. Have ‘im.” Billy seems to finally grasp the fact that you don’t want him and you couldn’t want him less if you tried and the thought has you relaxing all over as you take a deep breath.

How do we fall apart?

Faster than a hairpin trigger

You turn to Steve and you grimace at the way his eye is already starting to blacken and his jaw is starting to as well, strong features marred by blackish purple bruising.

And you can’t just walk away and leave him be.

You barely know him that well but the fact remains, this is your fault somehow.

You grab him by the arm and pull him into the kitchen. Your hand against his chest to shove him down into a chair at the breakfast nook over by a bay window. And then you make your way over to the fridge and rifle around in the freezer area until you find a frozen ribeye to hold against his face.

You wander back over and you sink down, seating yourself at the edge of his lap as you gingerly press the ribeye against his face. “You didn’t have t’ do that.”

“I did.” he insists.

“No, you didn’t.” you argue.

“Fine.” he pauses, shifting around so that you wind up scooting much closer to him all of a sudden, “I didn’t have to. But I wanted to..Alright?” he holds your gaze and you can’t look away and there’s something… Hungry… about the way he’s looking at you that has your tummy doing a lazy flip or two. You bite your lip and he licks his lips, your eyes catching on the slow drag of his thick,wet tongue. 

The whimper slipped out and as soon as it did you absolutely froze.

Maybe he hadn’t heard it.

But then he’s leaning closer, leaning into you and staring up. “D-did you just…whimper?” there’s this hot little goofy smile on his face and you shiver when you feel thick digits digging against either one of your sides. Holding you in place on his lap.

You gulp, again.

“I.. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you answer with a shrug as you try to pretend that this is fine, everything is fine and you’re not suddenly staring at his lips and wondering how they’d taste.

But you’re staring so hard you’re leaning in a little closer. And the closer you lean, the more his fingers dig against your side. His other hand raises, catches hold of the side of your face and the pad of his thumb rolls over your soft skin. If you thought you shivered before it’s nothing compared to right now, this second.

He chuckles and the sound is deep. It’s husky. It’s velvet and gravel all rolled into one. “You’re lying. Why?”

You shrug. Shrugging is easier right now than attempting to make your brain and your mouth work together. Shrugging is easier than telling him exactly why you whimpered.

“Am not.” you insist, pouting at him a little.

“Are so.” he argues, leaning in closer. Close enough that his nose bumps soft against the tip of your nose. Your stomach goes from lazy little flips to feeling as if someone released a swarm of bees inside. Your free hand rests against the front of that white t-shirt and you focus on the stain from your spilled beverage of choice. “I-I think Tina’s got something for the.. The uh.. Stain.” you manage to get the words out and you’re about to pull yourself off his lap but his fingers vise against your hip and the way he’s holding you locks you in place where you’re sitting.

If he knew he was playing with fire right now, you think to yourself.

See, all the other girls may want Billy now. Billy Hargrove may be the new king of Hawkins. But while all the other girls want Billy… You’ve always wanted Steve.

It blew your mind that Nancy Wheeler actually let herself be dumb enough to let him slip through her fingers. And for what?

Byers?

She chose ice when she could’ve easily chosen fire and it always made you wonder about her. 

The thought is shoved out of your head because Steve is staring at your mouth intently. Licking his own lips. Steve is looking at you with those gorgeous deep brown eyes and you’re sitting in his lap. What’s more, you marvel, he doesn’t seem to plan on letting you move off of his lap.

“If you’ll g-give me your.. Your um.. Shirt.” you attempt.

He places the ribeye to the side and without breaking his gaze on you, he tugs the white tee shirt up and over his head. He holds it out to you but when you go to slip off his lap he grabs hold of your hips again. Holding you there.

“It can wait. Stain’s not gonna come out.” Steve winces a little as he says it. But he’s still focused on you, staring intently.

“It will if it doesn’t set up.” you argue despite wanting to kick yourself in the face the entire time. Why are you putting up a fight when you want exactly what’s happening?

Steve chuckles quietly.

“Do I make you nervous?” he asks quietly. Studying you intently all over again.

“Well no.” you start but your words die and fall away.  You look down, study the way your dress is hiked up as you balance on his jean clad thighs. Your legs are wrapped around him too so there’s that.

He seems to notice it around the same instant you become fully aware you’ve done it. You don’t unwrap your legs, despite knowing maybe you should.

Then again, he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to tell to move them, either.

He leans into you. “That’s gotta be it.” he shakes his head as if confused.

“As if you could make me nervous. Class daredevil, remember?”

Steve snorts when he laughs after you’ve said it. The laughter dies away and you’re both doing it now, the thing where you both quietly stare at each other. You’re still holding his discarded shirt in your hand.

And this party has become the last place on Earth Steve really wants to be.

“D’ ya wanna leave?” the question is quiet. Tentative, almost as if he’s bracing himself to be shot down.

“And go where, hm? Nothing is open after 8 in this hole in the wall.” you ask the question as you dare to scoot up in his lap a little better, this puts you closer to him. You melt against him a little but it’s awkward. Careful and clumsy because you’re still waiting on him to tell you you’re crossing a line of some sort.

His arms wrap around you and you’re caught against him. Your face buried between his neck and shoulders. “You don’t make me nervous, y’know.” you admit it easier because you’re not forced to look right at him as the words finally work themselves free from your lips. You raise your head to glance up at him. The way you’re sitting in his lap means that you can feel him starting to strain against his jeans. He whines quietly when you wiggle in his lap to try getting a little more comfortable -and because the friction from accidentally rubbing against him feels so good you can’t resist it as soon as you realize.

“You act like it.” he pouts a little when he makes the observation, kind of like it bothers him.

 The slightly wounded look in his eyes after he goes quiet kills you and you have to… You have to do something, you have to say something because you hate seeing him upset.

“Steve, I..” you go quiet, swallowing hard. It came out so easy just before when you weren’t looking right at him. Stands to reason that it’ll come out easier a second time if the same conditions are met. So you lean into him, your mouth against the shell of his ear so you can whisper what you want to say against the shell of it softly.

“I like you. I like you a lot. It’s not you that makes me nervous. It’s uh.. It’s that.” you feel relief crash over you like a tidal wave when you finally bring yourself to say it. And you’re waiting because in your mind he’ll laugh and this is when things will become awkward as hell… Right?

Except that’s not what happens at all.

He grabs your neck gently and he turns your head so that you have to look at him. “Say it again.” he’s got this soft and wary little grin, a look in his eyes like he can’t quite believe that you just said it. Or maybe it’s the fact that somebody’s saying those words… to him.

“I like you. I like you a lot.” you repeat quietly. The way he’s still gently holding on makes it so that you can’t look anywhere but those magnetic eyes when you say it.

Wordlessly, he stands. You’re still tangled around his body and he’s carrying you towards the front door. You giggle quietly, still in awe that this all actually happened. It doesn’t click that it’s not a dream and it’s really happening until he carefully seats you in the passenger seat of his BMW and plants a shy kiss on the freckled bridge of your nose after reaching across to buckle your safety belt and before he closes the passenger door.

Can't change the way we are

One kiss away from killing

The only stoplight in town catches you on a red. One of Steve’s hands leaves the wheel and settles on the exposed part of your thigh, squeezing gently. You squirm a little and whine before finally deciding that you can’t take it, you gotta do something. One of you does.

But Steve beats you to it, thankfully, leaning across the car and into you as his hand tangles up in the hair at the back of your head and he uses that grip to pull your mouth against his mouth. The closer your faces inch towards each other, the more time seems to slow down. The more your breath hangs in your throat. The more your heart races and the more it feels like all the bones are rapidly dissolving in your body. You close the distance and your tongue drags over the outline of his kissable lips, the soft drag of your wet tongue met by a growl from deep within him as his hand tugs at your hair and his other hand squeezes your thigh like he’s trying hard to keep himself from falling apart completely.

“I’ve had a crush on you all year.” he mumbles husky against your lips as his meet clumsily, “Those cute little dresses, fuck.” he squeezes your thigh just a little harder when he says it, “Y’ drive me crazy.” his tongue drags over your lips and traces your teeth and your mouth falls open with a whine as you shiver all over. “So.fuckin.sexy.” he adds as the kiss deepens and you can already see colored dots lining your vision. His hand creeps up your thigh a little higher.

The light goes green and you come apart. Steve’s driving again and you’re pouting a little because things were just starting to get a little heated. Your pussy is dripping, throbbing. And every single time his hand moves up towards it just a little closer, you get wetter, you’re almost certain he can feel it, he has to feel it.

The wonder is answered when his finger brushes against the wet fabric that barely covers you there. And he swallows down a lump in his throat, gazing at you out of the corner of his eye. “Fuck.” he groans out quietly. He removes his hand but he grabs hold of your wrist, settling your hand in his lap as he bucks against your palm. “That’s what you’re doin’ to me right now, princess.” he groans out.

Your entire body is burning, on fire. So hot you almost can’t breathe. “M-me?” you stammer.

Steve chuckles quietly. “It’s so fuckin cute the way you skip around. No fuckin clue what you do to a guy.”

You rub your hand over the way he’s strained at his jeans and he swears in frustration, his hips arching up to meet the clumsy touch. His knuckles white against the steering wheel as he bites down on his lip, wincing in pain because he manages to bite the part of it’s that got busted in the fight.

You lean in a little, you study him. You’re curious.

Naturally, this curiosity is what lends to you reaching out. Stroking his face with one of your hands as you press your lips to his all over again.

“Now you’re teasin me, babe. C’mon, fuck.” he moans and god, the sound. You’re beyond dripping now, you’re soaked and you can feel the way it gushes down the insides of your thighs. And so can he. His hand settles on your slick inner thigh and he growls this time.

“Is that for me, princess? Hm?” he asks in a low voice as he squeezes his hand against your cunt, bucking his hips upward in the seat.

“A-all yours.” you choke out the words as his finger drags a line from the bottom of your slit to the top. When he presses that finger right against your clit and rubs it’s all you can do to keep from screaming. Your stomach is coiled tight.

“All mine?” he’s torn between awe and a more feral side coming out to play. The car is sitting at the curb in front of his house now and it has been for at least ten minutes. Steve pushes the driver seat back and reaches out, unbuckling the buckle on your seatbelt before pulling you across to his seat, settling you in his lap. Right on top of the way his cock is twitching, pushing against his jeans and begging for freedom.

“Gonna take you inside, baby.” he growls out against the shell of your ear as his lips latch against the side of your neck and suction forms between lips and skin. The suction breaks after he makes a mark you know won’t be hidden in the morning and he speaks up again quietly, “Gonna take you inside n’ take what’s mine.”

“Please.” you whimper as your mouth latches against the front of his throat because if he’s going to mark you up, you’re gonna do the same.

After all, this might very well be some hyper-realistic and intense as all hell sex dream. Might as well enjoy…

#steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader fanfiction #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington x fem!reader oneshot #// minors dni #// read all warnings + hashtags c a r e f u l l y #// body fluids #// mentions of a fight #// biting and marking #// possessive!territorial!Steve makes an appearance here oof. #// listen i had to do it and something tells me I am.. not done with Steve and this particular 'reader'.

[demons2003]

My Boys (Chapter 57)

Series List

Steve's pov

"Have you seen or heard from Eddie recently?" Dustin asks into the phone for what felt like the 100th time. "Eddie Munson," Max says into another phone. God, why has no one heard from him? I ignore them both and try to focus on the work I was meant to be doing right now. Shit, Y/n's been asleep for a really long time. I hope she's ok. "All right. DoctorZhivago. It's a double VHS. It's long. But that's because it's filled with action and romance, and a little bit of suspense," I flirt a little, feeling worse than I normally do. "So, my boyfriend won't, like, totally puke when I bring it home?" She asks me, filling me with so much happiness. "Oh, you... your boyfriend?" I try to pretend. God, I sound so dumb right now. "Uh, no. He's gonna... He's gonna love it," I tell her. I help her check out around the chaos of the kids and Robin and then let her out of the store, saying see ya as she walks away.

As I walk over to the counter, Max slams the phone down and says, "Hey guys, I might have a lead." Robin puts her phone down and Dustin spins to face her. "Seriously?" He asks, excitement written all over his face. "Yeah. Apparently, Eddie gets drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there," Max explains to us. "That sounds promising," Robin says. Why does that name sound so familiar though? "Where does this Reefer Rick guy live?" Robin asks. "See, that's the thing. No one knows. He's more of a... a legend than someone that people actually know," Max says, the rest of us deflating. "Well, what about a last name?" Dustin asks her. "I don't know that either," Max tells us. "I bet the cops know the last name," I put in. "What?" Max questions. "The cops," I repeat and move over to the trolly with the VHS tapes. "I mean, listen, if this Reefer Rock is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he's been busted at some point. Means he's in the system," I tell them, moving to lean over the counter. "The cops? Really Steve? That's your suggestion?" Dustin asks in disbelief. "I mean, I just think they should be filled in on what we know, what's going on," I say. "You think Eddie's guilty, don't you?" Dustin asks me, sending a knife through my heart. Of course not, he's the sweetest person I know. "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. I believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit. I just, you know, don't think we can rule it out," I say, hating the words as soon as they leave my mouth.

"That's precisely what we're trying to do here Steve," Max says to me. Dustin points back at her in agreement and says, "And maybe we'd have a little bit more luck if you spent less time trying to find a girlfriend and more time trying to find Eddie." "Oh well somebody has to attend to the customers," I exclaim. "Especially if they're babes right?" Robin tease, helping me a little bit. "Hey, not fair. Okay? I attend to all customers equally, babes and non-babes alike," I ramble, hearing the bell go off at some point. "We've got a very big selection in here. It can be super overwhelming for people," I explain. "Yeah, it can be," Robin says, seeming to get an idea. She jumps onto the computer and Max and Dustin look at her confused. "What are you doing?" Max asks her. "Maybe we don't need a last name," Robin says, typing into the computer. "What are you all doing?" I hear a voice say. I look over to find a very sleepy Y/n coming out of the back room. "They're trying to find a guy called Reefer Rick. Hoping the computer has the right one." I explain to her. I slowly move over to her while the other three focus on the computer. "I know where he lives," Y/n says, catching the attention of everyone around the computer. "What?" Dustin asks.

Y/n's pov

I wake up in the back room to no Steve and a very sore head. God, I hate crying and then sleeping. I leave the break room to find Dustin, Robin and Max around the store computer. Oh, thank god Max is ok. I let out a breath and hear, "Maybe we don't need a last name," from Robin. "What are you all doing?" I ask them but none of them turn around to look at me. I look around as Steve explains, "They're trying to find a guy called Reefer Rick. Hoping the computer has the right now." Wait, what? Why the hell are they looking for Rick? Without thinking I say, "I know where he lives." Robin, Max and Dustin all look over to me as Dustin yells, "What?" I shrink a little and wrap my arms around myself. "I um, know where to find Reefer Rick," I tell them, looking at Robin for help. Out of everyone in the room, she was still the only person that knew that I used drugs. She nods and before Dustin can say anything she says, "Then lets go." I nod and notice a customer at the counter. Robin stands from her seat and we double-check he's the last person while Steve serves him.

"You okay?" She asks me when we are out of earshot. I nod and tell her, "Yeah, let's just not tell them why I know where he lives." She nods and we come back to the rest of the group. "All right, let's go already!" Dustin snaps and throws me my car keys. I nod and we all run out of the store, Robin the last one out and closing the store. I jump into my car, Steve hopping into the back seat with Max and Dustin while Robin jumps into the front seat. I start the engine and speed out of the car park. "So, why are we going to Reefer Rick's?" I ask them. They all look at each other, trying to work out who the hell is going to say what's happening. "All you need to know is that a body was found in Eddie's trailer and we think he's hiding at Reefer Ricks," Dustin finally says. I try to nod and smile at him but my heart rate picks up. Robin and Steve notice, Steve giving me a soft look while Robin squeezes my hand. God, I really hope they are joking right now.

At Reefer Ricks

By the time we get to Reefer Rick's night has fallen. "You couldn't have told us that it was really far away?" Dustin says as we all get out of the car. "Well, normally that's the last thing on my mind," I snap, looking around the area. I go to the boot of my car and give everyone a flashlight so we can move around safely. The main house has all of the lights off, not a single thing is out of place. Dustin and Steve walk over to the front door, a flashlight in Steve's hand as well as Dustin, and Dustin rings the bell over and over again. He starts to press it over and over again before Steve says, "Okay. Well, that's settled. I guess he's not here." Before I can suggest going to the boat house, Dustin starts knocking and yelling, "Eddie! It's Dustin! Look, we just wanna talk, okay? No cops, I swear. We just wanna help." Robin and I look through the windows, trying to see if there is any movement inside. Dustin continues to bang on the door and call out for Eddie. Robin shushes him and looks a little closer into the house. Dustin ignores her and starts to ring the doorbell, knock on the door and call for Reefer Rick.

"Let's check down at the boat house, I doubt Eddie would be up in the house anyway if he is hiding," I tell them, pointing over at the small shed near the lake. "Sounds good," Steve whispers and we all walk over to it. I walk in front of the group and quickly look through a window, not seeing anything. I slowly open the door and Robin comes up behind me and says, "Hello. Is anyone home?" We all slowly walk into the boat house, splitting up. I stick with Max and Robin while Steve and Dustin go to the other side. "What a dump," Steve says, looking around the room. I look over the benches and hear Steve and Dustin arguing over something. God, just for once can they not? "Hey, look over here," Max whispers over to Robin and I. We both quickly make our way over to her and look down at the bench. "Someone was here," Max tells us. I nod while Robin says, "Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran." "Don't worry. Steve will get him with his oar," Dustin sarcastically tells us. "I know you think you're being funny, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slight..." Something jumps out of the tarp that Steve was just poking and Steve is dragged across the room and pushed against a wall. "Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!" Steve yells over and over, but the person wasn't listening.

Eddie's pov

A car pulls up to the house and I freeze. Fuck. Did someone find me already? I look out the window and try to figure out whose car it is, but I can't tell from this distance and it being dark outside. Flashlights start to come down the hill towards me and I run over to the boat and hid under the tarp. I grab a beer bottle that I had stashed for something like this. The group of people walk into the boat house and I wait for the right moment. Oh fuck, I'm gonna die. I listen as they all spread out the room, trying to work out how many there are but I can't focus on it. Something starts to poke into the tarp and I freak out more. What if they feel me under here? I hold my breath and try not to make any noises when the oar hits me. When I hear the person start to yell something and stop poking me, I scream and jump out of the tarp, grabbing onto the closest person and shoving them against a wall. They scream at me but I can't hear what they are saying.

I stare at this person in anger but my eyes are too blurry to realise who I'm holding. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Eddie! Eddie! Stop!" Someone yells at me. "Eddie! Eddie!" The person yells at me. I look over to the person and notice a group of people standing around the one yelling. Who the hell are these people? "It's me. It's Dustin," Dustin calmly tells me. "This is Steve," He explains, pointing at the person in my arms. "He's not gonna hurt you, right, Steve?" Dustin continues. I look at Steve and watch as he nods his head, whispering, "Right. Yeah." Shit, that shouldn't have sounded as good as it did. "Steve, why don't you drop the oar?" Dustin asks Steve. A bang sounds behind me, scarring me, so I push more into Steve and press the bottle more to his neck. Steve groans at the contact while Dustin raises his voice saying, "He's cool. He's cool." "I'm cool, Eds. I'm cool," Steve whispers to me, using his old nickname for me. I loosen my grip on him after hearing it and look into Steve's eyes. Fear shines through but something else is hidden in there. What the hell is that emotion?

"What are you doing here?" I ask him, not anyone else in the room. "We're looking for you," Dustin replies instead. "We're here to help," Someone else whispers. I look over to see Robin has stepped forward a little bit. "Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band," Dustin introduces, pointing at Robin while she imitates a trumpet. "This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play Dnd," He points to the other girl, her giving me a wave. He goes to point to someone behind him but they step in front of him and place him behind them. "Eddie, I need you to let him go," they whisper to me. I look up to see Y/n softly smiling at me, the one she used to always use when I was freaking out about things.

Y/n's pov

I pull Dustin behind me and whisper to Eddie to let Steve go. I try giving him a smile but I don't know how well it comes across. He looks at me confused but my gaze flicks to Steve. As much as I trust Eddie, watching him push Steve against the wall and hold the bottle to his neck is freaking me out. My heart rate is beating so fast and I'm trying to control my breathing but it doesn't feel like it's working. "We're here to help you Eds. We're on your side," I whisper to him. He tenses a little and I yell, "I swear on Dustin's mother!" He looks confused at me but Dustin says, "On my mother." Everyone else slowly follows, saying they swear on Dustin's mother. Eddie stares down at Steve still, I step forward without him noticing and he pushes Steve back and walks away.

As soon as the bottle is away from Steve I run over to him and cup his face. "You ok?" I whisper, tears building in my eyes. He tries to smile at me and nod but he only really smiles. I turn back around and watch as Dustin slowly walks towards a blank Eddie sliding down the wall. "Eddie..." Dustin whispers to him. Dustin slowly crouches in front of Eddie and says, "We just want to talk." He reaches out to touch Eddie, the rest of us moving closer, but Eddie flinches and Dustin motions for us to stay away. "Okay?" Dustin whisper. Robin crouches next to Dustin and I follow just next to her, right next to Eddie. "We want to know what happened," Robin says. Eddie doesn't say anything until a broken, "You won't believe me." He shakes his head and looks at us all. "Try us," Max whispers to him. I look back at Max to find her and Eddie staring at each other intently.

Eddie nods at her and starts to talk about how he took Chrissy to his trailer for drugs and what happened while in the trailer. I sit down in between Steve and Robin and listen to every single detail. "Her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, uh... And she just, like, hung there. In the air. And her bones... Uh, she... Her bones started to snap. Her eyes, man. It... It was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling. I... didn't know what to do, so I...I," Eddie explains to us, looking off blankly at the wall. "I ran away," He whispers. Oh god. This is my fault. I told Chrissy to go to Eddie. I lead her to him. If I never said that Eddie sold drugs, she never would have died in his trailer. I stand quickly from my seat and look out the window, holding my hand over my mouth and trying not to let anyone hear me silently cry. We need to focus on Eddie, not my stupid breakdown.

"I left her there," I hear Eddie whisper. Everyone stays quiet, processing everything that Eddie just said. I hear a scoff and then Eddie saying, "You all think I'm crazy, right?" "No. We don't think you're crazy," Dustin tells him, I nod but don't turn around, looking out at the forest. "Don't bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds," Eddie snaps at him. "We're not bullshitting you," Max says seriously. "We believe you," Robin adds. "Look, what I'm about to tell you might be a little... difficult to take," Dustin starts off. "Okay," Eddie whispers. "You know how people say Hawkins is... cursed?" Dustin asks him. I turn back around to watch them all but stay at the window, leaning against it so I'm as far away as possible. Eddie looks at him blankly so Dustin continues, "They're not... way off. There's another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours." "Like ghosts and shit?" Eddie asks, obviously confused about the whole thing. "There are some things worse than ghosts," Max tells him. "These monsters from this other world... we thought they were gone. But they've come back before. That's why we needed to find you." Dustin continues to tell him. "If they're back again, we need to know," Max tells him.

"That night, did you see anything?" Robin asks him, trying to work out if we were dealing with the right thing. "Dark particles, maybe?" Max asks. Eddie shakes his head but they aren't happy with that. "It would almost look like dust, swirling dust," Dustin tries to prompt. "No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh... or touch," Eddie says, shaking his head at the start. I look over at Steve to find him looking at Eddie with concern. "You know, I tried to wake her man. She couldn't move. It was like she... she was in a trance or something." Eddie continues to explain to us. "Or under a spell," Dustin says. Eddie's eyes flick up to Dustin's and whispers, "A curse." "Vecna's curse," Dustin replies. "What is with us and making everything a Dnd thing," I whisper to myself, causing Robin to snicker in front of me. "Who's Vecna?" Steve asks. "An undead creature of great power," I tell him, not liking where this could go. "A spell caster," Eddie adds on. "A dark wizard," Dustin adds more. Without another word, I walk out the door of the boat house and walk towards the tree line.

"Y/N!" I hear someone yell behind me, but I don't look back to check. I walk off to the closes tree and swing at it with my fist. I start to punch it over and over again until arms wrap around my middle and pull me away. "No!" I scream and try to go back to punching the tree. "It's okay. I've got you," I hear a voice whisper in my ear. I let a sob break from my throat and let tears pour from my eyes. "It's all my fault, Steve," I whisper, falling onto the ground. He follows after me and wraps his arms around me. "You had nothing to do with this Y/n. You couldn't have stopped this." He tries to reassure me. I shake my head and break from his arms, standing up and looking at him. "There's a reason I knew where Reefer Rick's was," I say, trying to keep eye contact with him. "Y/n," Robin whispers, coming closer to us both, the other three close behind. "I've been taking drugs since all of this shit went down," I snap, letting my emotions get the better of me. Steve looks at me concerned and walks closer. "I'm confused right now N/n," He whispers, trying to make sure I calm down. He reaches for my hends but I pull away from him.

I shake out my hands and notice that blood is slowly coming out of the cuts I got from the trees. I should fix them soon. "After the whole Jason shit that day, I spent the afternoon till I left with Ms Kelly," I explain, something Steve already knew. "Y/n," I hear Robin whisper again, getting closer to me. I look up at her apologetically and say, "Before I left to go to Family Video like normal, I had a smoke in the bathroom." She stops and looks more concerned than before. "How does this have anything to do with what is happening?" Max snaps at me. "Chrissy came in while I was smoking. Something we've done 100 times by now. But this was different. She was jumpy. She asked me where she could get some fucking drugs. I was gonna say here but Rick's in jail right now. I said she should go to Eddie," I say, whispering the last part. Eddie stiffens a little but I ignore him and look up to Steve. "I shouldn't have told her 'cause now I've done it again," I whisper to him, breaking down even more. Steve tries to step towards me, but I take a step back. "What did you do again?" Dustin asks me. I look over at him and see that he's more concerned than I have ever seen him.

I look back at Steve while Robin walks closer. "I dragged you into this. You wouldn't have come back if I wasn't there," I point out. Steve tries to shake his head to argue but I stop him. "I let the boys bring Max into this mess. I'm the one that's meant to protect them," I continue, still stepping away whenever Steve tries to get closer. "I got Robin and me the job at Scoops. I let her help us with that stupid code. I was the one that thought of Erica helping us to get into the base. I let her go in alone!" I yell, running my hands through my hair, trying to calm myself. "I told Chrissy where she can get some drugs and dragged Eddie into this mess too!" I continue to yell, my emotions spill all over the place. Robin finally reaches me and wraps her arms around me. "I was meant to keep the ones I love safe," I whisper to her, collapsing in her open arms.

Steve runs over to us and places his hands on my cheeks to try and ground me. "I need you to breathe," he whispers, trying to take a deep breath. I shake my head at him as more tears fall from my eyes. "I need you to copy Robin's breathing baby," Steve whispers to me, putting his forehead on mine. I try to follow Robin's breath but mine was breaky and uneven. "I can't breath," I panic, knowing I can but my mind is all over the place. "Y/n," I hear a small whisper say beside me. I look over and find Dustin looking up at me with so much concern. "Dustin," I whimper, hating that I've caused him to feel this way. "I need you to calm down please," He whispers, grabbing onto my hand and looking into my eyes. I try to follow his breathing and Robins, both of them going up and down at the same time. "Okay I'm good," I say to them all, trying to break away. Dustin breaks from me but Steve and Robin both hold onto me. "You are lying to the wrong people love," Robin says, running a hand up and down my back. I laugh at her and shake my head. "Well, can we at least go sit in the car? I need to get Max and Dustin home," I tell her, trying to move in front of her and Steve. She nods but Steve looks at me concerned.

He wraps me in his arms again and turns to the group. "Ok, we're gonna go home. I'll drop Max and Dustin home before I take Robin and Y/n home. I'll grab some food for Eddie and then I'll pick everyone up again and we'll come back here tomorrow. Sound good to everyone?" He asks. I nod and hear others agreeing to what he's said. He nods and picks me up. "What the hell Steve?" I snap a little, confused why he is picking me up. He ignores me and we all walk back to the car. I look back at Eddie to find me sadly waving at us all and giving me a worried look. I look away from him as Steve places me in the back seat, Robin and Dustin getting in on either side of me. I roll my eyes but let it happen. I'd had a complete meltdown in front of everyone. Robin was right, I can't lie to her and Steve. They will be at my side for the rest of the week now.

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