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evansbby · 10 months

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bestfriend!Ari Levinson x naive!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: HEAVY SOMNO, dark!Ari, smutt, daddy!kink, non-con, 18+ only, minors dni.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your best friend, Ari, wants to fuck you. And he doesn’t care if you’re awake or asleep...

𝐀/𝐍: SUPER DARK. Please, if you don’t like, don’t read! The whole thing is basically somno, and this is a dark fic! Please beware of that. Apart from that, enjoy! Also, this is completely unedited lol please be kind.

“Ow! Ari! I told you; my boyfriend won’t like it if you do that!”

“What? This?”

Ari plants his lips against the nape of your bare neck, giving the sensitive skin a hearty suck. His fingers dance down your body, digging into your ribs and making you giggle and squirm on top of him.

“Stop! It hurts!”

“Oh yeah? Why are you laughing, then?” He tickles you harder, holding you tightly in his arms lest you try to escape. You’re too busy laughing your head off to notice his lips press against your skin once more, his tongue lathering at the hickey he’s just given you. And then he sucks again, so hard that your laughter is cut short and you gasp, feeling like your sensitive skin is going to break as he continues to suction it.

“Nooo, Ari, please! Steve won’t like that! He’ll get the wrong idea!”

Ari draws back and smirks, “Please. We’ve been best friends longer than you’ve been going out with Steve. And best friends are allowed to cuddle every now and then, I’m sure your tool of a boyfriend will understand that.”

“Hey! Don’t call him a tool!” You smack Ari on the chest but all he does is grab both your wrists with one hand, his other one snaking down to tickle you some more. You scream and laugh, trying to break free but he’s way too strong as he pins you down on the sofa, climbing on top of you and continuing to attack your ribs with his fingers.

Ari had been your best friend for years – ever since high school, to be exact. He was big and protective and strong and confident, making you feel safe whenever you were around him. He was also goofy and fun and kind, but he usually reserved those personality traits for when the two of you were alone. Everyone else knew him as Ari Levinson, the football star with huge prospects – the NFL’s newest recruit, in fact – and a man with a dangerous streak in him.

But you knew him as just Ari, the boy you’d grown up with. The one who you’d watched funny movies with till the two of you peed your pants laughing, the one who’d always helped you study for all your tests. The one who you’d shared so many of your firsts with. Your first time on a plane had been with Ari when the two of you had jetted off to Bali (a graduation present from his parents). Your first-time smoking weed had also been with Ari (he’d laughed and assured you that the police were not going to lock you up for smoking a joint).

Even your first kiss had been with Ari. (“Don’t worry, I’m just going to show you how to do it.” Ari had assured you, “No strings attached, baby. I don’t wanna jeopardise our friendship, it’s the most important thing in the world to me.”) And show you he had, and you still remember his soft lips on yours, like a warm pillow working against your mouth. His breathless whispers against you, coaxing you to use your tongue, and his big hands holding you close to him, almost like he never wanted to let you go.

You’d kissed many guys since then, but Ari didn’t know about all of them. He seemed to grow upset and irritated any time you mentioned going on a date with anyone, let alone kissing and making out and all that other stuff. All of which you’d done with Steve, your current boyfriend. In fact, Steve had taken your virginity this past summer – but Ari didn’t have to know that. It had taken him weeks to accept that Steve was your boyfriend, you knew it would take him another year to process that you’d given your virginity to Steve too.

But Ari was just protective, you always reasoned to yourself. And there was nothing wrong with that. In fact, you liked how secure he made you feel and how he was always there for you. How he always dropped everything for you, even with the bazillions of girls who were after him. (Ari, with his rugged good looks, was always popular with the ladies. But being an NFL star boosted his popularity even more – he had supermodels regularly going in and out of his house. You could confirm, you’d run into one or two a few times).

“Hello? You still there?” Ari bounces you in his lap to get your attention. “It’s no fun torturing you when you don’t give me a reaction.”

“Sorry, I was just thinking.”

He nudges your nose with his and shoots you his winning smile, the one that makes his blue eyes sparkle. “I’m the one who does the thinking, remember? You just look pretty.”

You blink, “Steve says he likes it when I space out. He wants me to write all my thoughts down so he can turn them into poetry.”

Ari rolls his eyes, “He sounds like a douche.”

You smack his hard chest once more. “He’s not. If you just agreed to meet him once, you’d like him just as much as I do.”

“I doubt it.”

You bat his chest again.

“Ow! Okay, okay, I’d like him! Now can we stop talking about Steve when it’s you and me time?” Ari huffs, giving you a squeeze. “I finally got you all to myself for the weekend and all you want to do is talk about Steve.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, Ari. What do you want to do?”

The two of you end up putting on a movie and cuddling on the couch. It’s raining cats and dogs outside, but the steady pitter-patter of the water droplets against the window creates an oddly calming atmosphere. Inside, you feel toasty warm in Ari’s embrace, the big brunette holding you tightly against his chest as he spoons you and all you can hear is the movie mixed in with the crackling of the fireplace and your best friend’s steady breathing against your neck.

“I always get sleepy when we cuddle.” You yawn, giggling when his lips find your neck again. Cuddling with Ari was always fun – the two of you had been doing it for years. Ari had told you that all best friends cuddle like this, where the two of you are so close that you can feel every part of him. Even his hard crotch as it nestles against your ass, and every few seconds he shuffles or grabs your hips and moves you up and down. But he probably doesn’t realise what he’s doing, or that you can feel him getting… excited. He probably doesn’t mean to get excited anyways.

You sometimes get excited while cuddling with Ari too. Excited down there. But you’re too shy and embarrassed to ever tell him. You’re meant to just be best friends with him, for Godsakes! Nothing more!

“Ari?”

“Mm, sweetheart?” He mumbles against your neck, where his tongue is currently licking over a spot that he’s been sucking for a while now.

“I know you said that all best friends give each other hickeys while cuddling, but I don’t think Steve would like it if he saw these.”

Ari groans, not letting up at all as he continues to suck at the one spot on your neck. In fact, you feel his teeth graze against your sensitive skin and you gasp when he bites down. Not too hard, but enough to make the mark even more prominent. God, you’d need a lot of makeup to cover that up – you knew without even looking at it.

“There you go again, talking about Steve when it’s meant to be us time. Now shh, I’m trying to relax and watch the movie. You should try and do the same.”

You do try, feeling your eyelids grow heavy as you watch the movie play out on the television. The pitter-patter of the rain outside makes you feel even sleepier, so much so that you barely even register it when you feel Ari’s hands slip under your tank top. He did that sometimes, claiming that his hands got cold very easily and he needed the warmth of your bare skin to heat them back up – which was totally understandable. His palms always felt warm against you, however, but you knew that Ari knew best.

“Is this the new bra I got you?”

You yelp when you feel his hands cup your breasts over the material of your bra, giving them a few squeezes that have you involuntarily pressing your thighs together.

“Ari!”

His hands don’t move, instead he squeezes your breasts harder, and your face grows hot as your nipples stiffen, poking through the lace material and straight against his palm.

“Well? Is it?”

“Yes, it is.” You answer, stifling a yawn and deciding you’re too tired to fight him off you. He was just feeling extra touchy – he as like that sometimes. It was purely platonic and didn’t mean a thing. And it’s not like he was feeling you up, he was probably just trying to detect the material of the bra. It was one of the few (about twelve) lingerie sets from Victoria’s Secret that Ari had had delivered to your apartment a few days ago. He was always surprising you with gifts, it was actually very sweet of him.

“Good. I like it when you wear things I bought for you.”

“Mmhmm.” You’re feeling drowsier and drowsier, and it’s so comfy being in Ari’s strong arms as they hold you in place against his chest. Cuddling with Ari really was the best, and it just made you so sleepy…

“Go to sleep, baby.” Ari croons in your ear, giving you another tight squeeze. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Ari watches you drift off in his arms, his boner unbearably hard as he digs it into your ass. Fuck, you had the world’s cutest little bubble butt, and the way it was currently nestled against his dick was making him so fucking horny, it was unreal.

In fact, he was so riled up that everything you did tonight was making him horny. From the way you pranced around your apartment in those tight grey legging that made your ass pop, bending down to pick up God knows what and giving him an eyeful of your backside, making his palms itch to give it a slap or two. He’d gotten away with it in the past, various times while the two of you play-wrestled. And he’d just blame it on the innocent “rough-housing” as he’d smack your ass quickly in succession, loving how you’d squeal and dig your face into his chest in embarrassment. (Or pleasure, because Ari knew you secretly liked it).

And now here you were, cute little you practically unconscious in his arms. Wearing the pretty pink lace bra that he’d bought for you and cuddling up close to his chest. Unknowingly, you rub your butt against his crotch, making him groan in frustration. Goddamit, did you have to be so fucking hot? In your sexy leggings and your tight tank top that just about left nothing to the imagination. Not to mention how cute and innocent you were, and so much smaller than him, so much weaker than him…

“Fuck, baby, you’d run for the hills if you knew the thoughts I was thinking.” Ari tells you, giving your breasts another squeeze.

“What?” You mumble, but it seems like you’re halfway in dreamland. Which is exactly what Ari wants, because fuck it. He’s done waiting around for you, picturing you when he jacks off. He’s been doing that for years now, because he cums the hardest when he pictures you. All sweet and innocent, getting fucked by him in various positions. Crying because his cock is so big as it violates you, tears you open and claims you as he fucks you deep and hard, till you can feel him up in your womb. Till you’re screaming his name, telling him that he’s your daddy, telling him you’ll do anything for him.

Ari still remembers the first time you’d made him cum. You hadn’t been aware of it, but the way you’d bounced up and down on his lap, excited about some silly thing or the other, he couldn’t really remember. But what he does remember is busting a nut hard, your breasts pushed up prettily against his chest and your butt rubbing against his boner, practically milking his cock as he came in his pants. He’d had a taste of heaven that night, and that was years ago. He’d been sneaking more tastes ever since.

“But never the real thing,” Ari sighs to himself, his thumbs hooking under the waistband of your leggings. “I still haven’t been inside that tight snatch of yours, sweetheart. Isn’t that sad?”

You mumble something incoherent, clearly still half asleep. And Ari’s too horny to care, trying his luck by snapping the waistband of your leggings against your skin, licking his lips when you don’t stir.

“No panties, huh?” He teases you, slipping a hand down your leggings to cup your butt cheek and give it a hefty squeeze. “It’s like you’re begging me to fuck you, sweetheart. I wonder what Steve would think?”

God, Ari hates Steve. Hates him with a blind fury. He hates that the idiot blonde has weaselled his way into your life. Ari turned his back for one second (he was in the NFL, so football took up 90% of his time) and Steve just scooped you up before Ari could talk you out of it. He’s never officially met Steve, but he’s seen him. Seen him holding hands with you. Kissing you. Taking you out on dates. And Ari hates him for it.

Most of all, Ari hates that you let Steve fuck you.

“Oh, you think I don’t know that you’ve been a naughty girl?” Ari coos, chucking your chin and smirking when you pout in your sleep. He strokes your face with one hand, the other one still firmly cupping your bare ass from under your leggings. “My little baby girl, giving herself to another man. Let me tell you, baby, I was furious when I found out. I almost went over to Steve’s apartment and killed him with my bare hands.”

“But you’d hate me if I did that.” Ari sighs, pinching your cheek lightly. He licks his lips, lifting your tank top up till it rests above your chest, before pushing the cups of your bra down to your ribs. Your breasts spill out attractively, and Ari feels a thrill go straight down to his crotch. “I should’ve been the only one who ever got to see you naked. I mean, remember all those showers we took together?”

Ari had persuaded you on multiple occasions to shower with him in order to conserve water. Oh yes, he’d managed to convince you that he was all about saving the environment, and water conservation was number one on his list. And you hadn’t seemed to mind, giggling and washing his hair for him, not noticing how his eyes remained glued to your hot, soapy body, how his fingers itched to grab your hips, bend you over and fuck the living daylights out of you…

“But you just had to let Steve fuck you, didn’t you? Before I even got the chance.” He can’t help but dip his head down, latching his mouth on your bare nipple. God, he’d touched and fondled you over the years, but nothing like this. He tries to keep his excitement at bay but he can’t help but suckle the stiff peak of your nipple, growing hornier than ever as he keeps from suctioning your whole breast into his mouth, his one hand fondling your body while the other slips down to undo his fly and take his dick out.

“Mm, Ari… Is that you?” You murmur, sounding surprisingly eloquent for someone who’s meant to be asleep. But you’re indeed still asleep, softly snoring while Ari continues to have his way with you. He releases your nipple with a pop, gently turning you over so that you’re lying on your stomach, your cheek pressed against the arm rest of the couch.

“Now sweetheart, I’ll show you what it’s like to be with a real man. And I’ll make sure you remember it, even if you do think it’s all just a dream.”

He wastes not in slipping your leggings down to your knees, hungry eyes drinking in your cute, bare ass. He gives it a little smack, hands itching to hit you harder but he knows you’d wake up. And then how would he explain himself? Well, he could probably think of something (“I was just giving you a full-body massage, sweetheart. Your muscles seemed tense.”) You’d definitely believe it, since you were gullible enough to believe all the flimsy lies he’d been telling you for the past few years.

Ari presses a soft kiss to your butt, simultaneously grabbing a handful of your cheek and giving it a lewd jiggle. God, you were so sexy, lying down so nice for him as he violated your body. Well, it wasn’t a violation because he owned you. He’d owned you since the day he met you, and no sorry ass loser by the name of Steve Rogers was going to take you away from him. Steve may have gotten to pop your cherry, but Ari was going to make sure that that never happened again. The only dick you’d remember the feel of would be Ari’s, and that was a promise he was making to himself and to you. (If you were conscious right now, that is).

“You’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen in my life.” Ari breathes, one hand on your hip and the other on his cock as he drags the tip of it up and down your ass. Tracing it over your butt cheek and smearing his precum all over the skin before he grabs and spreads your ass, pressing his dick between your crack and rubbing it up and down. “God, fuck, baby, I can’t believe you’re finally letting me do this.”

He spits, his saliva dripping down your ass crack and gathering in your puckered hole, making him grin. He’d fuck you there one day too – but you’d need to be awake and aware for that. There was no way he was stuffing his big dick inside your virgin ass while you were asleep.

“Ari? Feel kinda wet…” You mumble, trying to turn over but he presses his hand in the small of your back to keep you in place.

“You’re just dreaming, baby.” He tells you, stroking your hair to lull you back to sleep. “It’s raining outside, and so you’re dreaming of rain. That’s why you feel wet, sweetie.”

“Ohhhh, makes sense…” You answer, and Ari can’t believe his luck that you’re still asleep. Or not fully conscious… Same difference.

He spreads your ass cheeks wider, placing a pillow under your hips to prop you up. And then his eyes drink in your glistening pussy. And now he understands why you were mumbling about being feeling wet…

“Naughty little baby pussy, getting all wet just because daddy’s playing with your ass.” Ari scolds, talking to your pussy and not you. He itches to spread your wet folds with his fingers and give you a hard slap right on your bundle of nerves. But he knows the jolt from something like that might wake you up.

You’ve soaked the couch cushion underneath you, and that’s hen Ari knows you’re ready. Well, you’ll never truly be ready for his dick. Ari knows he’s bigger than average – enough girls have told him so. But none of those girls are you. He’s not in love with them like he is with you, all those supermodels and actresses are just placeholders until he settles down with you. Makes you his wife and fucks you good every single day.

“I can’t believe you’re asleep for our first time.” Ari whispers, gliding the tip of his dick up and down your slick folds. “I mean, I think it’s kind of hot, but that’s not the point. You weren’t asleep when you let Steve fuck you, were you?”

A spark of anger courses through his veins just then, and he can’t help but reprimand you by smacking your ass hard. And all you do is whimper in your sleep, his naughty little girl.

“I bet he didn’t even make you cum.” Ari breathes, mounting you and angling your hips upwards. “Not like how I will. And you know why? Because I’m your daddy and I know your body better than anyone.”

Ari still remembers the first time he made you call him daddy. It was during a game of truth or dare, and he’d dared you to call him daddy for the rest of the night. And fuck, you had done it. And his dick had grew harder and harder through the course of the night, as you addressed him as daddy all cutely, pouting those pretty lips of yours and blinking up at him innocently. Fuck, you had no idea how much of an effect you had on him. Even when he was fucking all those models, he’d imagine they were you. He chose the ones that looked like you, and sometimes he’d even call them by your name. They were too fucked out to notice, and it’s not like Ari cared about their feelings.

No, Ari only cared about you.

It feels like heaven as he slowly eases his dick inside you. You’re so wet and warm, your walls hugging his huge dick as if he’s being encased in warm velvet. God, this is everything he’d ever dreamed of, and he doesn’t even care that he isn’t the first one to fuck you. He supposes he could forgive you for that, because you’re his baby and he loves you.

“Nnngh, Ari…” You moan in your sleep before your body goes stiff with alertness, “Wh-What’re you doing?”

“Shhh, baby, go back to sleep. It’s just a dream.” Ari manages to coax you, despite the fact that your little snatch is squeezing his dick so good and he’s not even halfway inside of you but it’s such a goddamn tight fit and he knows that if you were awake right now you’d be crying from discomfort.

“Just a dream?” You murmur, before your body jolts and you let out another moan, “Mmm, Ari, so full…”

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna tear you in half.” Ari promises you, resisting the urge to drive his big dick all the way inside you from the get-go. No, you’re his baby, his princess, his best friend, and the love of his life. He has to be gentle with you – at first, at least. He doesn’t want to split you open and make you bleed. Well, he does, but there’s plenty of time to do that in the future.

He pushes his dick further into you, pinning your body in place as you squirm from the sheer size of him.

“I’m already fucking you better than that asshole boyfriend of yours ever did, huh?”

“Mmhm, yess….”

“Damn straight. I bet his cock ain’t as big as mine, huh?”

“Oh, Ari… Nooo.”

It’s a marvel that you’re asleep yet answering his questions, but he figures you think it’s all just a dirty little dream you’re having. He begins to rock his hips harder, still having trouble stuffing his whole length inside your tight pussy. Not to mention, your walls are hugging him like a vice, and he resists the urge to bust a nut every time he looks down to where you both meet.

“Call me daddy, sweetie. Like how you did that night we played truth or dare.”

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, just like that. God, I love how well you take instructions even when you’re asleep. You’re so perfect for me, sweetheart. I need to move you into my house soon. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being an NFL player’s girlfriend? Getting fucked by me every single night till you can’t walk straight ever again. That’s just half of what I plan to do to you.”

Finally, finally, Ari bottoms out inside you, his heavy balls slapping against your pussy as he shudders with relief. You’re moaning sleepily underneath him but all he can focus on is the delicious squeeze of your walls against his thick dick, and how well you’ve taken him.

“Good girl.” Ari praises you, giving your ass another hard squeeze. “Taking your best friend’s dick so well, aren’t you? Or should I say, your daddy’s dick?”

“Daddy…” You mumble as if on cue.

“Damn right.”

Ari fucks you hard. Well, as hard as he can while still ensuring you remain asleep. He keeps a steady pace, unable to bite back his own moans of pleasure at the fact that he’s finally fucking you. And you look so pretty, your soft body underneath him, tensing and clenching around him like it’s your job to take his daddy dick in your little fuckhole.

He grabs a handful of your hair, tugging your head to the side and spitting down on your cheek. Loving how your nose scrunches up all cutely before he reaches out to smear his saliva all over your face, making you look as slutty as possible. Slutty just for him, because after tonight, no other man would ever have you like this. Or have you at all, for that matter.

“Tell me you love my daddy dick.” He repositions himself till he’s lying over you, his body pinning yours down and his chest against your back, his hips pistoning in and out of you at a steady pace. He licks the shell of your ear lewdly before nibbling on your earlobe, “Tell me you love it when daddy fucks you with his big daddy dick.”

“L-Luh your dick!”

“My what?” He slaps your ass, doing it hard even though he knows he’s pushing his luck.

“Love daddy’s dick.” You murmur dutifully, and Ari can’t believe you actually said it. A part of him wonders if it’s all an act and if you’re awake, but one look at your unconscious face, albeit sweaty and breathing hard, confirms you’re still out of it.

“Fuck, baby. Daddy can’t hold on much longer, your baby pussy is just too sweet.” Ari tells you, feeling his thrusts get faster and faster as he chases his release. But before he can even think of what’s happening next, he feels you clench around him hard.

“Nngh! Daddy!” You whimper and your body quivers and tries to toss and turn except he holds you in place, watching in awe as you cum. You squeeze his dick so tight he forgets to breathe momentarily, just watching your sweet cream squirt out of you as if you’re being paid to squirt all over him. He forgets about his own pleasure for a second, hand sneaking down and fingers finding your clit. You jolt in his arms, whimpering and moaning underneath him as he rubs your button, pinching it cruelly before slapping it. Alternating between circling and rubbing, and does he imagine it or are you humping up against his hand as he does it?

You let out the cutest squeak in the world before you cum once more, and it’s enough to tip Ari over the edge too. He grips you so hard, he knows it’ll leave bruises on your skin. But he doesn’t care, his dick explodes as he releases his heavy load inside you, not caring that he isn’t wearing a condom. Not caring that you’re not on the pill (he knows, because he makes it his business to know everything about you). The idea of getting you pregnant doesn’t deter him at all, despite the fact that he’s at the start of his NFL career. That doesn’t matter, being a football player’s pregnant wife is a look that would suit you well.

And the idea of you pregnant with his baby gets Ari hard all over again.

“Look what you’ve done, sweetie.” Ari tsk-tsks, “You’ve got daddy hard again.” He strokes your hair back, wiping the sweat off your face as you breathe hard underneath him, miraculously still asleep. “But don’t worry, I’ll give you a chance to catch your breath before I fuck you again.”

He lays on top of you, breathing hard with his dick still lodged inside you, stroking your hair and cuddling you close. And that’s when your eyes flutter open.

“Ari? What’s going on? Why do I feel so…so…”

“Shhh, baby, it’s just a dream.”

“It is?”

He sits up, fishing out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lighting one before taking a long drag, looking down at your spent body that he’s just used and feeling extremely proud of himself. “Of course. Go back to sleep, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”

“Mmm,” The claws of sleep already have you closing your eyes again, and you snuggle up closer to him, a look of serenity on your face as if you haven’t just been fucked and filled with his cum. Cigarette between his lips, Ari offers you his thumb, smirking when you immediately encase it between your lips, sucking on it like it’s a lollypop.

“Love you, Ari. Thank you for always taking care of me.”

FUCKEFNVD THE END! NFDKSLN IDEK! FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED PLS TELL ME WHAT OYU THINK AND REBLOG AND ALL THAT GOOD STUFF THANK U BYEEE

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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Eddie had heard plenty of stories about Steve losing fights.

He had the concussions to prove it.

But what Eddie saw with his own two eyes was far more impressive than whatever version of Steve had let Jonathan Byers and Billy Hargrove win.

He’d seen how quick he was to defend the kids, defend Nancy and Robin, even defend Eddie when he barely knew him. He’d thrown himself head first into the mix, nail bat in hand or not.

So when Eddie asked about it, Steve shrugged it off.

“Everyone loses fights.”

Sure, everyone does. But he’s seen Steve win against literal alternate dimension monsters.

No way a human teenage boy or two could be harder to beat.

But he let it go. If Steve insisted on it being a couple of genuine losses, so be it.

But Eddie doesn’t let things go. Especially not when it comes to Steve.

“I guess I just don’t understand how you lost to Jonathan. I mean had he ever even been in a fight before?”

“No. But neither had I.”

“But you should’ve won that fight with no effort. No offense to Jonathan, but he’s scrawny and doesn’t even punch right.”

“I don’t know. Why are you so hung up on this?”

Well, because this wasn’t simple. Eddie could tell Steve was hiding something, he just didn’t know what.

“I guess because no one else ever asked you.”

Steve stared at him, probably trying to figure out how to avoid answering.

“No one seems to ever ask you about you.”

Steve looked down at the floor.

“They don’t need to.”

“You deserve to have people care. So I’m gonna care for now and then I’m gonna have a chat with your idiot kids about relational reciprocity.”

“What?”

“They have to show they care about you as much as you care about them. That’s kind of the deal with friendship.”

“Oh.”

Oh? Did Steve genuinely not know that?

Jesus Christ.

“So?”

“I think I just wasn’t good at fighting.”

“Nah. That’s not it.”

Eddie could see Steve thinking.

When he finally spoke, he wasn’t making eye contact. Eddie reached his hand out towards his face, cupping his chin and lifting his face so he had to look at him.

“Try again, Stevie.”

Steve took in a shaky breath.

“I wasn’t good at fighting for me.”

Eddie nodded. “Why’s that?”

“Just didn’t seem like I deserved to win. I deserved the hits I got.”

“Why?”

“Because I was awful. I said shitty things or did shitty things. Or with Billy, I knew I had to let him take it out on me and I guess I thought I deserved it. I dunno.”

“Mm.”

He released Steve’s chin, watching as his head dropped back down and he seemed to curl in on himself.

Eddie couldn’t allow that to happen.

So he pulled Steve into his lap, smirking to himself just a little when he let out a yelp of surprise at the manhandling.

“So all this time, you’ve put your body and mind and future on the line for everyone else without a second thought, but when you had to protect yourself and only yourself, it’s not worth the effort? Am I understanding correctly?”

Steve didn’t respond, but then again, Eddie hadn’t really expected him to. He was too busy hiding his face in Eddie’s chest.

“That’s what I thought. So who taught you that you’re not worth fighting for? Who told you that anything you’ve done wrong should be considered a debt owed to whoever wanted to raise their fists? Who made you believe that your mistakes could only be absolved if you let them get punched out of you?”

Steve was crying; He could feel the cold wetness seeping through his shirt.

“You tell me who it was and I’ll make sure they know how it feels to lose a fight.”

“Just me.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

He let Steve sit with the words for a few minutes before speaking again.

“You did some not great things as a teenager, as many teenagers tend to do. Have you seen the way Mike talks to people? He’s a shithead. But do you think he deserves to get concussed from a punch to the temple?”

Steve shook his head.

“Dustin gets an attitude anytime we don’t immediately bend to his will and calls us names all the time. Do you think he deserves to get a plate smashed over his head?”

“Of course not.”

Steve’s voice was quiet.

“You have more than made up for any mistakes you may have made in the past, even without the punches being thrown at you. If I have to tell you that you deserve to be treated with kindness and respect every day, then I fucking will. Hear me?”

“Hear you.”

Steve was staring at Eddie, tears still silently and rapidly falling down his cheeks.

Eddie wiped them away and gave him a small smile.

“You have no idea how special you are. But that’s gonna change.”

“Okay.”

Eddie placed a kiss on his forehead before he wrangled him against his chest again, moving his legs so he could relax completely.

“Just relax, okay? I got you. You’re worth protecting.” Eddie sighed softly. “You’re worth everything.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #this was literally typed on my phone in the 15 minutes it took Liam to change out of his hockey gear #so it’s not substantial and may have mistakes #just thought a little brain worm needed an escape #headcanon #stranger things

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𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 | 𝐣. 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞

♡ 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ *𝒐𝒉, (𝒚/𝒏)? 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒕𝒐𝒐. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓. …𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 *

𝐎𝐍𝐄

"Watch it, Steve!" You exclaimed, giving the boy a quick kick to the ankle as you rolled out from under the car you were working on.

He let out a dramatic howl, jumping and clutching his foot like a cartoon.

"Keep goofin' around like that and this car's gon' take my head clean off."

"Ow, (y/n/n)! Watchu got stones in your shoe or somethin'?" Steve smiled, a flicker of pain in his eye.

"Now, c'mon, you two, let's finish this up. I don't know about y'all but I'm tryna get home tonight," Sodapop sighed, rolling out from his side with a tired look.

You, Steve, and Soda all worked at the DX together, and were working on your last car of the day, before Steve started up his usual shenanigans.

"Home? All the things to do on a Friday night and y'all wanna go home? S'enough to make a grown man cry..." Steve gasped dramatically, wiping away some fake tears.

"Not me. I got somewhere I gotta be. So if you would kindly shut your trap, maybe we could get this done," you glared, giving him another kick to the foot before rolling back to your spot.

Steve let out another loud whine, and Soda rolled his eyes, going back to his spot as well.

"You keep that up and you'll cripple 'im," he chuckled.

"Yeah, and maybe then he'll finally sit himself down."

"You said you got somewhere to be..." Steve smirked, his pain seemingly gone as he sat down next to you.

"Got a hot date?"

You scoffed, "Yeah, right. I'm meetin' Johnny at the Dingo."

At the mere mention of Johnny, the two boys let out loud coos, Steve making obnoxious kissing noises.

"Will you two cut it out?!" You exclaimed, embarrassed as you rolled out from your spot again, the flush on your cheeks clear as day, just like the grease on them, too.

"Johnnycake, you can stay at my house if you like. Johnnycake, could you walk me home?" Steve impersonated in your voice, tossing a rag on his head to make his hair look like yours.

"Johnnycake, it's freezing! Lemme get you a jacket," Soda chimed with a smile, throwing on your voice as well.

"I don't know what y'all are talkin' about," you rolled your eyes, standing up and grabbing the rag off Steve's head, using it to clean off your hands.

"You should. Poor Johnnycake's the only person in the world you're nice to," Steve gave you a playful poke in the side as you wiped your face.

"I'm nice to plenty. Pony, Darry, the man at the drugstore-." "Then why ain't you nice to me?" Steve gasped, offended.

"'Cause you don't deserve my kindness," you smirked, dropping the dirty rag bag on his head, which earned you his childish pout.

Soda rolled out with a groan, stretching his arms, "(y/n/n), we're pretty much finished here so you can head out after we close up."

"S'all right if I go on ahead? I really don't wanna be late," you asked, clasping your hands together and giving him your best pleading eyes.

"I don't know..." he shook his head, "I don't wantchu walkin' out there by yourself. You know the Socs have been real wild lately..."

"Relax, Soda," Steve smiled, throwing an arm around your shoulder. "(y/n/n)'s meaner than a wildcat, and can hold 'er own just fine."

Sodapop groaned, wiping his face before looking back to you, "You got your switchblade on ya?"

You nodded, whipping it out your pocket and flicking it open, "Never leave home without it."

Steve smiled, "See?"

"...I guess it wouldn't hurt none. So long as you're careful," Soda caved.

"YES!" You cheered, running over to grab your jacket off the hook.

"Your brother's gonna skin me when he finds out..." he sighed, shaking his head.

"Oh, now that's a hood. Guy's so grease he glides when he walks," Steve chuckled.

Your brother was a little bit older than Darry but they used to buddy around in school all the time.

Your parents were never in the picture much so he took up the mantle of breadwinner in junior high, and works the same job as Darry, and a couple others here and there.

"If he finds out," you grinned, turning to walk out, "I'll see y'all tomorrow. You two have a goodnight, ya hear."

"Yeah, yeah, just go on an' git," Soda rolled his eyes with a smile, waving you off.

"Do 'er one lil' favor and all a sudden she's all smiles," Steve scoffed, also smiling.

"That girl's a head case."

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

'Damn idiots. Don't know what the hell they talkin' 'bout.'

You'd started your trek to the Dingo about 20 minutes ago, and despite leaving the DX early, you were horribly late.

You sighed, roughly rubbing your hands in your pockets to try and gather some warmth in the cold, September air.

Although you were nearly there, the temperatures were beginning to get to you.

'Shoulda known not to take this flimsy jacket. Damn thing's thinner than Dally's patience.'

Letting out a shivering breath, your mind flashed to the image of Johnny, sitting in the drive-in all by his lonesome.

His sad, pleading baby browns staring up at the screen, open and empty seat next to him, collecting dust while waiting for your arrival.

'Dammit!'

Deciding your brisk walking pace wasn't enough, you kicked it into a jog, which slowly, but surely, turned into a full on sprint.

And with the Dingo's sign in sight, you smiled, speeding up even more.

That is, until you were suddenly grabbed by a set of hands.

A ringed set of hands.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where you goin' in a hurry, grease?" The Soc boy known as Bob sneered, holding you tightly against his sweatered-chest.

"Away from your slimy paws, that's where," you spat, slamming your foot down on his, making him let go of you with a yowl of pain.

But sadly, Socs never travel alone.

In an instead, you were grabbed up by about three other Socs, two grabbing your arms and one taking your switchblade out your pocket.

"You gimme that back or I swear I'll knock in your teeth!" You shouted, your tone venomous and probably flammable if such a thing was possible.

You sharply threw your head to the side, knocking into the nose of the boy holding your right arm.

"Goddammit! The bitch broke my nose!" He shrieked, the boy that took your blade taking his place as the other nursed his poor, bloody sniffer. "This on got a mouth on 'er, don't she? Well, I'm sure we can fix that..." Bob gave you a lidded smirk, his words slurring in a way that made it clear as day that the boy was drunk.

Cracking up his knuckles and winding for a punch, you hardened your look, already prepped and braced for the oncoming beating.

'If this guy don't beat me to death, then (b/n/n) sure will...or even Soda.'

"DON'T YOU TOUCH 'ER!" A familiar voice shouted, that greasy mop of hair you liked so much sprinting out the Dingo and towards you.

"Johnnycake..." you sighed with a smile, relieved.

"Y'all Socs want a fight?! You got one!" Two-Bit added, donning his favorite Mickey Mouse shirt as he ran up right behind Johnny, breaking a beer bottle on the fence next to him.

But suddenly, you were hit with a full force, four ringed punch straight to the mouth, the metal on his hands nearly knocking your jaw off its hinges.

The two holding you let you fall to the floor before they sprinted away from the oncoming crazed dog that was a mad Two-Bit.

And with his running start, Johnny landed his own punch on Bob, with about three times the kick, and sent the Soc tumbling to the ground.

Though the catch was Bob got him as well.

A small gash on his left cheek.

Quickly, Bob scrambled up and scurried away, hopping into the safety of his Mustang and driving away.

With your vision getting clear, you could clearly see Johnny and Two-Bit fussing over you like mothers to an injured baby.

And it didn't help none when you coughed up a bit of blood you swallowed.

"Aw, shit! It looks like it slashed 'er lip real bad! We gotta get 'er to Darry's, quick!" Two exclaimed, throwing one of your arms over his shoulder

"Right," Johnny quickly agreed, grabbing your other arm.

"Don't you worry, (y/n/n). We're gonna get you fixed up just right. Just you hang in there."

Seemed like he was saying that more for his sake than yours.

"Broke one a their noses, y'know," you smirked, looking up at the boys with a bloody grin as hey started running down the street.

You let out a hardy laugh, "Damn thing looks like a bendy straw."

Johnny smiled, giving a quiet chuckle.

Two scoffed, letting a smile crack out the side of his mouth.

"You still got your sense a humor. Glad to see the Socs ain't knock you loopy."

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

"Darry! Soda! It's (y/n/n)! She's hurt bad!" Johnny exclaimed as he and Two-Bit burst into the Curtis house.

A crowd of eyes snapped over to you, and you cursed under your breath as you realized nearly the entire gang was there.

"The hell happened to you, Nails?!" Dallas asked as he caught sight of your face, eyebrows furrowed with concern as he slammed his beer bottle down on the table.

He always called you Nails because you were just like a bag of 'em when you were young.

Still are.

"Same ol', same ol'," you shrugged with a smirk, your head resting on Johnny's shoulder.

"Jesus, get 'er on the couch, quick!" Darry quickly ordered, jumping up from his recliner.

"Soda, go get the medical kit from under the sink!"

"Right!" Soda nodded, hopping off the couch and jogging into the kitchen.

Darry started keeping an emergency kit in the house after a rumble went bad and Steve wouldn't stop bleeding out his arm.

Steve and Dally got up and sat down on the table to give you some room, and Johnny and Two-Bit placed you down on the couch.

"The Socs caught 'er on the way to the Dingo. 'Bout four of 'em," Two panted, placing his hands on his knees to catch his breath.

"The guy with all the rings socked 'er good, cut up her lip real bad."

"Ooo, right in the kisser," Steve winced, Darry giving him a rough elbow.

"I got the kit," Soda announced, moving quickly back into the living room and opening it up.

"I told you to wait for me an' Steve to drop you off. But you ain't wanna listen to me. I though you had your blade witchu?" he scolded, his face trying to be angry

But Soda was never an angry guy, and was truly blaming himself for this happening.

"They all grabbed me an' took it, the bastards," you groaned, sleepily plopping your head down on Johnny's lap.

"I can take on a Soc or two, but four was just too many. I'm not Wonder Woman. Though I did break one of their noses, an' Johnnycake knocked Bob silly after he hit me."

You looked up at the boy above you with a thankful nod, Johnny turning away with a shy smile, "It was nothin'."

"Here," Darry handed Johnny a clean rag from the bathroom, "Use that to get up the blood."

The boy nodded, carefully dabbing the cloth on your face as if you were a porcelain doll, subject to crack with even the slightest hint of force.

"I shoulda never let you go by yourself," Soda sighed, raking a guilty hand through his hair.

"Socs think they're so tough jumpin' one of ours with four in their corner. I say we teach 'em a lesson now before they start gettin' too comfortable," Dally firmly stated, standing up as if he was ready to hunt them down right that second.

"I'm with Dally! We're lucky it was just 'er lip. What happens when it's 'er eye? Or 'er arm? Or there are more of 'em? We gotta nip this in the bud!" Steve agreed, standing up as well and crossing his arms.

"I'm sure 'er brother would join us. (b/n/n) would pound 'em into ground beef," Two chimed, his breath now caught and standing upright.

"No way," you shut down, sitting up. "Don't none of y'all dare bring him into this. He's already got enough on his plate with his jobs."

The whole room got quiet at your tone, even Dally tensing slightly.

"We're not wagin' war on the Socs just 'cause I got a lil' split lip," you turned to the Curtis boys, "If y'all an' my brother get caught in the middle of a rumble, him an' Darry are goin' to jail, an' me, Soda, an' Pony are gettin' put in a home."

The quiet turned to silence as the boys realized the weight your words held.

If the three of you got put in a home, there would be no guarantee that you'd stay together, or that you'd ever see the gang again.

"So, just play it cool. No jazz unless they start it, understand?" You cocked a brow.

A couple of grumbles and sucked teeth echoed around the room, but you figured that was about as much as you were gonna get.

"If that's what (y/n/n) wants, then we respect it. No jazz," Darry crossed his arms, further pushing them.

"Whatever," Dally scoffed, roughly tucking his hands into his jacket pockets.

"Fine," Steve sighed, stuffing a fistful of chocolate cake into his mouth as he sat back down on the table.

You turned to Johnny, about to check on him since he'd been so quiet, only to notice the small gash on his cheek.

"Oh, Johnny, you got cut real bad! I'm sorry I didn't notice," you apologized, placing a hand on his cheek and carefully gliding your thumb over the wound.

"It's fine. ...It don't hurt none, honest," he managed to putter out, red as a beet.

But you didn't seem to notice.

"Nonsense. Lemme getchu a rag," you got up, going straight for the bathroom, not noticing the looks that the boys were giving you and Johnny.

"They're in my room, (y/n/n)," Darry smirked, nodding over to the hallway.

"Thanks," you nodded back, going into the hallway and out of earshot.

And once you were, the teasing ensued.

Quiet whoops and coos slipped from the boys as each one gave Johnny their own little nudge.

"You see 'er? She jumped at the chance to take care of poor, ol' Johnnycake," Steve grinned, chocolate all over his teeth.

"Got 'er hook, line, and sinker, man," Dally took a swig of his beer, giving the boy a rough pat on the back.

"Y'all, cut it out, would ya? Don't know what you're talkin' about," Johnny rolled his eyes, pushing their hands off him with a sigh.

"She's crazy about you, kid. You see how she was all caressing' your face? Was like we weren't even here," Two chuckled, gliding his hand over Johnny's cheek just like you did, though Johnny tore his cheek away with a wince.

"Hush up, I think she's comin' back," Darry whispered, the whole group staging themselves as if they were going about business as usual.

"Hey, Johnnycake, come over to the bathroom! I found the rag," you called from the bathroom.

"Comin'!" Johnny called back, standing up to more coos and kissing noises.

"Go get 'em, tiger," Soda smirked.

"Use protection," Dally loudly whispered, turning around on the couch.

Johnny shot them a sharp side eye, turning the corner to be met with your beautiful smile, which immediately washed away everything else.

"Here," you started, wetting the rag as you motioned for him to sit at the edge of the bath tub. "Imma clean out the cut."

He complied, quietly sitting down and turning to leave his cheek open.

As you started tending his wound, pangs of guilt began to bang in your chest at the sight of it.

A part of you felt responsible. If you had just paid more attention like Darry, or had been more capable like Dally, he would've never gotten roped up in your mess.

Him getting hurt was your fault.

"I'm real sorry, Johnnycake," you admitted, a sullen look replacing the smile he loved so much.

"For what? You ain't do nothin' to me," he asked, turning to you.

"I was late, I got jumped, and I gotchu hurt. I ruined our night," you listed, hanging your head.

"None of them things was your fault. Four Socs is a lot for anyone to take on all alone," he assured, placing a comforting hand on yours and giving you his signature doe eyed look, nearly making you melt right there.

"This cut looks a lot worse than it feels, trust me. I'm just glad you're all right."

You smiled up at him through your beautiful lashes, making him flush as you two locked eyes for a quick moment.

"It was funny seein' you pounce on Bob like that," you grinned, folding up the rag and placing it back on the sink.

"Funny?" He scrunched his nose.

"Yeah! The way you jumped you looked like an angry tabby cat, claws an' all," you snickered.

He smiled, looking down at the bathroom floor with that familiar warm feeling buzzing in his chest, "Yeah, I guess I did."

Little did you two know, there was a crowd of boys right outside the door, a glass to the door as they tried to listen in on your conversation.

"Don't understand why he won't just tell 'er how he feels. They've been like this since grade school," Soda sighed, shaking his head

"A packs of cigs says they break before the year's over," Two smirked.

"I'll take that action," Dally smirked back.

"Two says that (y/n/n) breaks first," Soda chimed.

"With their pace they'll break in the next 30 years," Steve scoffed.

"Alright, to bed all of you. Let's give 'em some privacy," Darry smiled, pushing the boys away from the door.

"I think we've had enough excitement for one night."

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

#johnny cade x reader #johnny cade #the outsiders #outsiders #the outsiders x reader #cade x reader #johnnycake #ik some of the words look wonky on pc #it's meant to be read on mobile #so deal w it ig

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infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

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Steddie accidental voyeurism and ‘Steve owes Jonathan Byers an apology because if he had a camera he’d also be tempted to immortalize Eddie in this moment for future reference’

hi anon !! omg i’m in love with this prompt 💛 thank you so much for the submission, hope you enjoy :)

warnings: this one is heavy on the perv!eddie in the beginning so if that’s not your thing, feel free to skip, accidental voyeurism, frotting

eddie knows he’s all types of fucked up for this. he knows there’s a sick place in hell for guys like him.

steve’s his roommate, his supposed ‘best friend,’ the guy who saved him from imminent death in an alternate dimension.

yet here he is—jerking himself off with steve’s favorite pair of gym shorts clutched between his dick and his fist. thrusting and dirty talking his way to the finish line as if his best friend can actually hear him:

“you’re such a cocktease, stevie. always bending over right in front of me in those tight little outfits. just love to whore yourself out for my attention, don’t you?”

“does your girlfriend know how desperate you are for my cock? does she know how dumb you get when i choke you on it?”

“so beautiful, baby. so goddamn beautiful. gonna paint your pretty face with my cum. stay still. be good and take it, baby. let me fuck you right.”

he’s wearing Steve’s cologne—doused himself in the piney scent to enhance the sensory experience. he’s got a spread of stolen polaroids laid out in front of him.

a glorious mixture of cutesy and depraved pictures that steve’s ‘girlfriend’ of the month has taken of him (pictures that she finds mysteriously missing from her wallet whenever she comes over and eddie’s home).

eddie’s gazing at his three favorites as he works himself over—a close-up of steve’s blurry tits, steve smiling with his tongue poking out between his teeth, and steve eating pussy like it’s his last fucking meal on death row.

everything about that boy—correction: his boy—is perfect.

none of the girls he brings home deserve him. he’s pure gold, the sun personified, rare.

eddie watches them. observes the ways they take advantage of his kindness. the little jabs they make at his intelligence. the quipped commentary surrounding their exits. it boils his blood, makes his skin burn, and if steve was his? he’d never let him forget how loved he is. he’d treasure him, keep him safe, worship him up and down.

it doesn’t matter. it can’t matter, because there’s nothing eddie can do to force steve to feel the same way.

he understands that. he’s not delusional. but, he has to do something about it. he has to cope with this insatiable itch somehow.

so, while steve’s at work, eddie sneaks into his best friend’s bedroom and rolls around in his sheets.

he gets stupidly high off of it, doesn’t need a joint to do the trick.

he rubs his cock over his pillow and smiles with pure love while he does it.

he digs through steve’s hamper and finds his gym clothes from that morning—still ripe with natural musk, sweat, and salt. eddie buries his face in them. licks over the crotch. fingers himself with his ass pointed skyward, head in the sand—drowning in steve’s pretty filth. crying out and letting his unfiltered desire flood the room.

and if he’s really lucky, like today, he’ll find an old sock that steve’s used to wipe himself clean after fucking one of those careless girls. dried with wasted cum because steve’s a good boy who pulls out and never cums inside one of his hook-ups.

meanwhile, eddie dreams of cumming inside him with the gross, used cotton pressed to his lips. he loves to suckle on the fabric. pretends he’s eating steve out after pumping him full. it’s nasty and bitter and all he thinks about. can’t get enough of steve on his tongue.

“want you to sit on my face, stevie. don’t be afraid, love. you won’t hurt me. i’ll take such good care of you. don’t even need to breathe. just need to taste you,” he babbles to himself and tightens his grip, “that’s it. want you to squeeze me between your pretty thighs. so fucking perfect. jesus.”

eddie’s moments away from blowing his load when steve rounds the corner and saunters on into his bedroom. home hours early from work without any warning.

“hey man! thought i heard you in here. powers out at family video and—”

he stops in his tracks. mouth gaping wide open.

“fuck. fuck. steve,” eddie’s stuck in place like a deer in headlights. dick fully erect and leaking onto his best friend’s shorts which are still in his hand, “im so sorry. i—let me get dressed and i’ll—um—i’ll leave—”

steve approaches eddie with a curious look on his face and pink coloring his cheeks. his chest rises and falls slowly and there’s a dazed look behind his eyes. he licks over his lips once and reaches a hand out. so close, he’s almost touching eddie’s cock which doesn’t make any sense because—

“let me,” he nods emphatically and eddie realizes they’re both shaking from something other than fear, “please.”

“steve. you don’t have to. you shouldn’t. i’m—i’m the one who fucked up,” eddie says unconvincingly, because all he wants is to continue basking in the wonder of this absurd fever dream.

“eds,” steve shivers visibly and shoves down the waistband of his sweatpants to reveal his dick. “i’m so fucking hard. can i—i wanna make you feel good—make us feel good.”

eddie pinches his own arm.

he’s waiting for steve to snap out of it. he’s convinced the guy is drugged or hallucinating or both. but, then, he leans closer and ghosts his lips over the corner of eddie’s open mouth. flicks his tongue and runs it over his bottom lip.

“please. let me give you the real thing.”

“okay,” eddie agrees, as steve takes them both into one hand with obvious urgency, “anything—you can have anything you want.”

steve winks at him, ducks down to kiss his throat, and releases a weak sigh into eddie’s neck as he watches his huge hand encompass both of their dicks.

the spread of shared precum eases the sticky drag of skin on skin and creates the perfect balance of friction. steve’s cock is wider than eddie’s. it’s pinker, too. but eddie grins happily at the few inches of length he has on his friend.

“y—you don’t care that i was being a creep?” eddie moans, knowing he won’t last long. fuck steve’s even prettier this close up, “why don’t you care?”

steve pumps them faster. his hips are bumping into eddie’s as he thrusts harder. moans dripping from his throat like honey.

“because i’ve been trying to get you to fuck me for the past year and a half,” steve uses his other hand to push eddie’s head forward and kisses him fully which sends him to the goddamn moon and back.

they lick behind teeth, tangle tongues, swallow groans and filthy words.

steve bites eddie’s lip and eddie does it right back.

they mirror each other in the strangest and most stunning way—nothing and everything alike.

eddie’s hands are kneading the meat of steve’s ass. he grazes a finger over his boy’s hole and revels in the sharp gasp it coaxes out of him.

“do that again,” steve groans and eddie obliges, “no one’s ever touched me there. feels so good.”

steve is going to be the death of him. steve’s going to kill him and eddie’s going to smile the whole way through.

“steve—i’m a fucking freak,” eddie pulls away to admit as he nibbles on steve’s ears and pumps the tip of his pointer finger into his ass, “i’ve been sneaking into your room and stealing polaroids from—”

steve bites him on the shoulder to demand silence and leaves the gorgeous imprint of his teeth. eddie whines and folds instantly, breathing heavily.

“and i jerk off with your rings on whenever you go to band practice so shut the fuck up and cum for me,” steve slams their lips back together and at the sound of his words and ridiculous confession, eddie cums harder than he ever has in his entire fucking life. a minute later, steve follows suit.

later, after a quick nap in the mess they’ve made, steve wakes eddie up with his mouth stretched around his cock and whispers, “it’s time for round two, baby. go get your rings. we’re trying something.”

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buckgasms · 11 months

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Doctors Barnes and Rogers (Part 6)

So this is the final part of this official story, but I am absolutely open to writing little drabbles for them so please do send them in to me 🩷

Thank you for all the love and reblogs and comments throughout it! Love you all loads!

What a wild ride this has been 🤣

This was the absolute most typical thing that could happen. Both of them had gone out, Bucky to work and Steve to get groceries and as you had gone to get yourself a drink.....

Your waters had broken.

You stood in the kitchen in a state of shock and nerves. It wasn't a total surprise given how huge you were and the fact the two doctors had been checking you out regularly and explaining each part of the journey in excellent detail.

It was just that you were alone and the fear of what the next day or two would hold, let alone the rest of your life, would be like.

Finally your brain caught up with the situation and you started scrambling to your phone and called Steve...

"Hey honey, did you ne-"

"Baby is coming!!!" You screeched down the phone, "water broke, it's coming you need to get home!"

He was silent for a beat before he chuckled and his calm voice filled your mind. "Ok pretty girl, it's all gonna be fine. Just relax, I'll be home before you know it." He pauses and you can picture him with a shy smile on his face. "Wow... Can't believe it's finally happening..."

You smile and he tells you he's on his way home. "Don't forget to get chocolate... I still want chocolate, baby or not!"

🍼

By the time Steve arrived home you had already called Bucky and he was zooming home from the office. Your contractions had also begun and although they were quite minor, they still felt really uncomfortable. Luckily Steve was fine with you squeezing his hand and did a really good job of helping you breathe through them.

Your serenity was interrupted by Bucky bursting through the door and storming into the living room. You can't help but giggle at how crazy he looks, your giggles becoming louder as he becomes indignant at yours and Steve's laughter.

"What?? You called me in a panic about water breaking and now you're laughing at me?" You peal into more giggles until another sharp contraction hits you. You can't help but whimper as Bucky grabs your free hand and sits down next to you.

"Sorry Bucky" you say between breaths but he just smiles and kisses your head. "It's ok sweetheart, anything to make you smile hmm?" As it passes you smile and press a kiss to his cheek, quickly providing one for Steve before he could complain about it.

🍼

After a few hours it was decided it was time go to hospital. It had been agreed between the three of you that that was the best place to be, and both Steve and Bucky could be there to support you and enjoy the moment, rather than work. Although you had no doubts they would try to take over as much as they could.

You sat in the back of Steve's car with Bucky as he held your hand and stroked your tummy. "You feeling ok darlin'?" he said, analysing you a little as you smiled tightly. "Yeah I'm ok, just feel nervous. What if something happens? Or what if I'm not cut out for being a mother?"

He smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. "You are amazing, everything you've done has just been incredible and we love you so much. Whatever happens we are in this together, we'll take care of you, and this one..."

You wiped your eyes and kissed him again, feeling better as you squeezed his hand. "Still think it's going to be a girl?" You said and he nodded, "1000%" Steve laughed from the front and shook his head. "That's how much you're gonna owe me when it's a boy" he said wiggling his eyebrows at you in the mirror, making you giggle and roll your eyes.

You were more interested in who the baby's daddy was. But you had never asked, afraid it would make one of them feel left out. But you just wanted to know... Blonde or Brunette.

🍼

Your contractions were coming thick and fast now you were settled in your hospital bed. You had been given gas and air which was delightful, but it was still so painful and you couldn't help let your groans loud in an attempt to relieve some of the pain.

Steve was rubbing your back as Bucky gripped your hand in his, both of them coaching you through it. Sadly they were doing it in quite contradictory ways.

"Deep breaths" said Steve, while Bucky suggested "breathe quickly through the contractions to help you manage it" and in an attempt to please them both you were doing short, deep, fast breaths until you felt dizzy.

After a while of this you finally flopped back on the bed and swatted at both of them. "You must stop" and they both looked shocked as you glared towards them. "I can't do both, just let me breath and if I need help I will ask you!" They looked sheepish and apologised before offering a hand each for you to grab, just in time for your next contraction.

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It had been 12 hours. You were utterly exhausted and every bit of your body was either in agony or just aching. You had cried, cursed and yelled with no end in sight.

In a moment of calm you sat with Bucky as he pressed a cold flannel to your forehead and pressed a kiss to your hand. "Bucky I'm so tired" you croaked as a little tear slid down your face, he leaned in to kiss your cheek. "I know sweetheart, but you are doing so well. Steve and I are so proud of you..."

"But why won't he come out?" You said as your head flopped back on the pillow. "Ooh so you think it's a boy huh?" Bucky leans over and kisses your face, teasing as you can't help but huff out a laugh. "At this moment I don't care if it's bright green, just get it out of me..."

He chuckles as Steve leans in as well and strokes your hair. "You want us to have a word? See if we can move things along?" You giggled as he moves down to your tummy and taps gently.

"Hey buddy, Daddy here. Listen, you've been driving your momma crazy and we can't wait, so can you get a move on in there?" He presses a kiss to your tummy and you giggle again.

Just then the doctor comes in and gives you a commiserating look. "You've been doing so well, let's see if we can get you moving along now..."

She takes a seat at your bottom half and lifts your gown as Bucky moves to take a look. "Bucky don't be a backseat Doctor" you groan but he ignores you with a smile on his face as the Doctor checks your dilation.

"Well, I don't know what you said Dr Rogers but it's time... Baby's ready."

Your laugh turns into a whimper and turns back into a giggle. "Oh I don't think I can actually.... Maybe we can wait...?"

All three of them look at you with that annoying doctor face. "Honey, don't worry, we'll be with you the whole time, it's gonna be ok..."

"It's coming out of me! A baby! One of your babies, it's going to be huge! I can't do this. I won't..."

The doctor moves outside to give you a moment as they join you again, soft looks on their faces. Bucky strokes your cheek and rubs his nose against yours. "It's alright pretty girl. I know it's scary, but once it's done we'll have our baby. Our little baby who we can love and treasure and take care of... Let's go and do this now, she's ready and so are we sweetness..."

You nod after a shaky breath and finally you are wheeled into the delivery room.

🍼

After another hour or so you were back in your hospital room, but this time you had a little baby in your arms. It was so quiet compared to the screaming and beeping and talking in the delivery room.

Now it was just the two of you, a baby with a little pink cap softly gurgling and breathing deeply in your arms. She was so beautiful and smelled so heavenly, her warm little body felt like a little hot water bottle. She was so tiny, but your love for her was enormous.

Bucky and Steve joined you and settled on the bed next to you, making a lovely little sandwich of you and your baby girl.

"She's so perfect" you whisper before looking at them both. Bucky's fingers rub over the little pink hat and Steve brushes your hair and presses a kiss to your temple.

"You've done amazing sweetheart. We're so proud of you."

You smile and kiss them both, as your eyes flutter closed, the adrenaline finally running out and exhaustion taking over you.

"Sleep honey, we've got you... We've got you both..."

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grace-writes-shit · 11 months

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I Found You (Bucky Barnes X Rogers!Reader)

Words: 4.1k

Warnings/Themes: Angst! Character death, abduction, torture, human experimentation, allusions to PTSD, depression, thoughts of wanting to be unalived

Characters/Pairings: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter (Mentioned), Howling Commandos (Mentioned)

misspygmypie asked:

Hello 🥰 I saw your request post and figured I'd send something in. I've had this idea for years, and it would be fun to read it!

You know when Steve finds and rescues Bucky at Hydra in the first movie? What if it's reader who they're rescuing and Hydra did some experiments on. Maybe she's Steves sister and they wanted to get to him through her and obviously Bucky has a thing for her lol 🥰

A/N: Sincerest apologies for taking so long to get this up. I've been taking on extra duties at work since my partner got fired and things have been super crazy since it's end of quarter. it also hasn't been the best for my mental health, so writing had been a struggle. probably why this ended up being so dang angsty. Sorry. Adulting seriously sucks. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Rain pattered gently on the canvas walls of the medical tent, while boots splashed noisily in the mud it created. Outside of the tent, she could hear the daily drills going on, soldiers training, and officers shouting commands. Her own fellow nurses milled about the tent, tending to wounded soldiers or doing other daily chores. It was a quiet day for the 107th Infantry Regiment.

“Alright, Private Richards, try not to go sticking your hand into random holes again. I doubt the next rabbit will be so kind.” Nimble fingers began tidying up the bloodied cotton balls and gauze used to clean and wrap the boy’s hand. 18 years old, you would think he’d know better than to stick his hand in holes in the ground.

“Yes, First Lieutenant, ma’am…” The boy grabbed his jacket and sulked out of the med tent. She laughed to herself as she watched him go. Knowing him, he’d be back soon enough. Not unlike his Sergeant, who wandered in a few moments later, a lazy smirk on his lips.

James Buchanan Barnes. Or as she’s known for most of her life, Bucky. The charming Sergeant was her older brother’s best friend, having been around since she was small. They were all thick as thieves, hardly seen without one of the others.

It may or may not have been a blessing to constantly have Bucky around. He was kind, funny, and took good care of her and her brother. However, other boys and men didn’t seem too eager to get to know her with him hanging at her shoulder. It’s even worse now with Steve being triple the size he was a year ago.

Occasionally, a brave soul will strike up the nerve to enter the medical tent and ask her out to the nearest town for a drink and a dance. But Bucky had uncanny timing. He always popped up just as she was about to answer.

“Now, a pretty face like that shouldn’t look so angry.” A voice sounded in her ear. A startled gasp escaped her and her hands fumbled the tools she had been organizing. Bucky caught a pair of forceps before they could hit the floor.

“James! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” She admonished him with a firm smack on the shoulder. He chuckled and rubbed the sore spot.

“Ow, careful there, doll. Gonna take my arm off with that strength.”

“Oh please, it’ll take a lot more than that to get rid of you.” She spun out of his reach when he tried to grab her arm. A small smile graced her lips as she made a final spin to face him. “Did you need something, Bucky?”

“What, I can’t come see my best girl just because I want to?

“I know your troop is supposed to be running the course right now, so no you can’t just come see me because you want to,” she said while gesturing for him to sit on the cot in the corner or her station. “Now, what mess did you get yourself into to be sent here?”

“You know me so well, Darlin’,” he whispered wistfully, smiling up at her with those big blues. He wore a dopey smile as he presented his cut left hand. She pursed her lips and tried to fight the blush rising to her cheeks. Damn him.

Stepping closer, she took his calloused hand into her softer one and observed the cut. It wasn’t too deep but still needed to be cleaned and dressed.

“What happened?” She remained in between his legs as she prepped some alcohol and gauze. His right hand toyed with the fabric of her skirt. With a narrowed look, she smacked the back of it.

“Just a climbing exercise; a nail was sticking out of the wall and caught my hand.” His voice was hushed as she worked. She hummed and began cleaning the wound. He hissed and jerked his hand back. With eyes rolling, the nurse grabbed his hand more firmly.

“You big baby.”

“Your big baby.” She smacked his arm again.

<><>

Gunshots fired all around her, men shouting and screaming. Some in pain, some as a battle cry. But all she could think about was how gentle Bucky’s hands had been in hers. And how much she wished it was his hands on her right now.

But larger, rougher hands now tore at her. Pushing and pulling. She screamed from behind her gag and her hands strained against the restraints. Black boots kicked out at her captors as she fought like a feral cat. She twisted this way and that, anything to loosen their grip on her. But against four burly men, she didn’t stand a chance.

She guessed they had gotten tired of her struggling because a blunt weapon struck the back of her head and she fell limp to the ground.

It was cold. Colder than she had ever been. The air was damp, making the ache in her lungs worse. Blurry eyes peeled open. The room she sat in was dark, only a green-tinted light on the other side of the room illuminated the space. Its murky light cast deep shadows around the room that seemed to move. Her head lolled to the side as one shadow moved closer.

Ah, not shadows. Men. Hydra.

“Good evening, Miss Rogers.” His voice was heavily accented and polite. Nothing like what you’d imagine a torturer or murderer to sound like. “I am honored to have Captain America’s sister as my guest.”

She groaned. The gag was no longer wrapped around her mouth, but her tongue felt like lead. Thoughts struggled to focus and grasp what this man was saying.

“Such a shame, a First Lieutenant, Chief Nurse, so much promise in your future. But because of your brother, you’ll never get to meet that future. We have another one much better suited for you.”

His words floated through her mind but didn’t stick. She was a nurse… She helps people. Why was she here? There were soldiers at camp that needed her. Bucky needed her…

“..ucky…” She slurred, drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Her bones felt heavier than lead and her muscles were like the slop served at breakfast. The shadows at the edge of her vision danced ever closer.

“Don’t worry, my dear, you’ll forget the pain soon.”

<><>

Bucky tore through the camp, Steve hot on his heels. His blue eyes roved over the multitude of bodies and injured, searching for that familiar head of hair. Always done up so prettily. Like last week when she was bandaging up his hand. Her nails were painted red, and her hair was twisted up into a flawless bun. Her red-painted lips smiled warmly at him. Fear gripped his heart at the idea that he would never see that smile again.

“Bucky, stop!” Steve clamped a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, forcing the Sergeant to a stop. It wouldn’t do his sister any good if they lost their heads. As much as he wanted to tear the whole world apart until his sister was safe, he knew that reckless actions could get her killed. If she wasn’t dead already…

“She’s – she’s gone, Steve. Where is she!?” Bucky spun to face Steve, his eyes wide and slightly crazed. He can’t lose her. He never got to take her on a date. Never got to hold her close and confess how deeply and fervently he love her. Bucky bit down on his lip to stop its wobble. He can’t cry, not yet. Not while there’s still a possibility she’s out there.

“I know. I know, Buck. We’ll get her back. No matter what.”

Footsteps rushed up to the pair. A soldier stopped in front of them, slightly out of breath. “A-a letter for you, sir. It-it has the hydra insignia.”

Upon reading the contents, Steve and Bucky took off to Colonel Phillips' tent. The older man sat at a desk, signing letters to the families of the deceased and missing. Steve hardly gave the man time to put his pen down before requesting a team to rescue the captured. He decided to leave out the fact that he was only doing this to get his sister back.

“I understand the heroic need to save the day, but those who have been taken prisoner are far behind enemy lines and we don’t have the manpower or resources to conduct a rescue mission.” Phillips’ response was expected, but it didn’t stop Bucky’s jaw from clenching or his hands from balling into fists.

The Colonel looked at the two young men standing in front of him. He knew exactly why they wanted to go. Only a fool would think that Captain America wouldn’t move heaven and earth for the younger Rogers. An even bigger fool wouldn’t see the lovesick look every time James Barnes was near her, or the way his gaze follows her as she walks across the base.

Phillips sighed heavily, digging through a stack of letters yet to be signed. First Lieutenant Y/N Rogers. MIA.

Steve took the letter with shaking hands. Bucky felt a tear roll down his cheek.

They were dismissed and the two trudged away. A silent look was exchanged and they agreed. They would go after her with or without permission.

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“…name… Rogers…” Chapped lips mumbled her name over and over again. A tired mind determined to hold on to herself. Don’t forget. Don’t forget. “…Y/N… Rogers…”

“Y/N?” A voice hissed.

“Y/N/N?” A different voice, closer this time.

“Steve! She’s here!” The buckles around her wrists and ankles fell off one by one. Warm, calloused hands that she dreamed about cupped her face. She groaned and willed the fog from her brain. These hands. Bucky’s hands.

“Buck…” She croaked, red lipstick smudged, and once pristine hair hanging limply around her face. His smile brightened the shadows in her vision. Steve had joined them and helped her sit up.

“Hey, doll. What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” Giving her a watery smile, he pushed the hair from her face. The cheap line earned him a weak chuckle.

“Oh, what any girl does in a place like this,” she responded. Together, the two men helped her to her feet. The room pitched suddenly, her legs giving out under her. Whatever they had given her made her legs weak.

“Guess you make me a little weak in the knees,” she joked as Bucky swept her into his arms. She tucked her head into his neck, leaning heavily into him. Steve carefully led the way out, checking around corners and taking out any enemy soldiers that they crossed paths with.

Eventually, the trio made it out of the now-burning building. A mass of freed soldiers met them and together the company fought their way back to their camp. Bucky cradled her close to his chest the entire time. He stuck close to Steve, letting him take the punches. Steve didn’t mind.

For almost two weeks she was laid up in a cot in the medical tent. It was strange, in the years that she had been an army nurse, she had been the one giving care. She had never been the patient. And the patient of her subordinates, no less.

Her closer friends teased her that she was a horrible patient. Their teasing helped ease the residual anxiety and adrenaline from her ordeal. But what had really helped, was Bucky’s constant presence. During meal time and recreation time, he would come to visit her in the medical tent. Steve would drop by as well, but it was mostly Bucky.

As the days passed, Bucky seemed more and more nervous, however. Like he had something to say, just on the tip of his tongue. Sometimes, when he maybe thought she wasn’t looking, she caught him looking guilty. She hoped beyond hope that he didn’t blame himself for what had happened.

“You’re cleared to return to light duty, First Lieutenant,” Second Lieutenant Fredricks said with a smile.

The first few days of light duty were spent organizing and assisting. Then after a week, she was cleared to begin training again. Nurses didn’t necessarily need to do the drills the men did, but it didn’t mean they couldn’t. She also preferred to stay in shape and to keep her skills from going rusty.

Growing up with her brother being bullied, Y/N learned how to defend not only herself but Steve, as well. The elder Rogers sibling didn’t care for her fighting but he did appreciate that in a pinch, she could defend herself.

In the early morning, dressed in a pair of trousers and a simple shirt, Y/N makes her way to the track. A run should be light enough.

She could make out the tall frames of Steve and Bucky amongst the other men getting ready for their morning run. Bucky smiled as she approached.

“Hey, how’s it going? You sure you’re okay to be running?” Bucky brushed his hand over hers when she stopped in front of him. The touch made her stomach flutter but she smiled confidently at him.

“Actually, I’ve never felt better. I’m tired of being cooped up in the med tent for so long.” She bent to tighten her boots’ laces. Bucky shrugged and patted her shoulder, teasingly telling her to not fall behind. She scoffed and took off after the troops in a light jog.

Steve and Bucky kept pace with her, both worrying she might become too tired and collapse. Their hovering and not-so-subtle glances did not go unnoticed by her. Irritation settled quickly in her bones. She wasn’t some fragile flower. Just because something bad happened to her doesn’t mean she going to break at any moment.

Spurred by anger, her legs moved faster on their own accord. Steve glanced at his best friend as they sped up to match. Soon, the three of them were overtaking the other troops. Bucky was breathing heavily as they passed the frontman, now in a full sprint.

“W-wait!” He panted as the two Rogers siblings were now racing down the path. How was she running that fast!? How wasn’t she tired? Her smaller frame broke past Steve, who was now struggling to keep up.

The younger Rogers didn’t even notice the concerned and shocked looks she was receiving. The wind rushing in her ears and the trees blurring in her vision was all she could focus on. She felt like she was flying; her feet barely touching the ground. She felt free.

She burst into the clearing at the end of their running trail, the morning sun warming her wind-chilled skin. The grass kicked up as she skidded to a halt. A laugh erupted from her, her head light with adrenaline and awe. Then reality sunk in.

Bucky and Steve broke through the tree line a few minutes later.

“Y/N!”

She turned to look at them, her brows scrunched together and lips forming a thin line.

“They did this to me…” She murmured, gazing turning down at her clenched fists. She had thought she was feeling so good because she survived Hydra’s torment. How quickly this revelation brought her down. They poked and prodded, injected, and dissected. They had changed her.

“Doll?” Bucky approached her slowly, hands out in front of him. Seeing her lip wobble had his heart shattering in him. Throwing caution to the wind, he wrapped his arms around her. She buried her face in his chest, drowning her sobs in the rough fabric of his shirt. Her brother stood beside them, rubbing his hand over her shoulders.

“I’ve got ya, sweets. I got ya,” Bucky muttered into her hair. “We’re gonna figure this out. It’ll be okay.”

Lord, he hoped he was telling the truth.

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Months went by as she adjusted to her new abilities. After she discovered her inhuman speed, she quickly learned she was inhumanly strong. Not as strong as her brother, but definitely stronger than any other man in the camp.

She began training with the men, easily laying anyone flat during sparring. Even Steve struggled against her. While he surpassed her in strength, she made it up in speed and agility. She had been given the moniker of Lady Liberty once the higher-ups found out.

But despite the usefulness of these abilities. She couldn’t help but feel violated. Every night she woke up in a cold sweat, dreaming of their cold instruments and icy laughter. More than once she ended up in the clearing from months before.

Each time she made it out there, Bucky wasn’t far behind. He held her as he had back then, whispering comforting words and stroking her hair. This night began no differently than the others. They sat in the middle of the clearing, the half-moon illuminated above their heads.

“I’m sorry, Bucky… You don’t have to come out here with me every night.” She sniffled, wiping her tears from her cheeks. She was settled in between his stretched-out legs, her own draped over one of his thighs. He shook his head and sighed.

“I don’t mind, Doll. Really.” Soft lips pressed against her temple. “Unless you tell me to go, I won’t leave your side. I can’t.”

Shining eyes looked up into his baby blues. She had never felt so safe and protected as she did in Bucky’s arms. Even though she could easily kick his butt in a fight, she knew he would fight tooth and nail for her. And she would burn down the world for him.

There was no doubt in her mind as she pressed her lips to his. He sighed against her as he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer by the waist. Everything clicked into place with this kiss. They had been dancing around this thing between them for years, neither willing to take the leap and possibly lose what they already had.

But the feeling of her lips on his, the taste of her on his tongue had him bitterly regretting not doing this sooner. How many kisses could they have had? How many dates and late nights have they missed? He sure had a lot of time to make up.

“I love you, Y/N.” His breath fanned across the skin of her neck as his kiss-swollen lips brushed along it.

“I love you, James.”

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Over the next two years, the Howling Commandos slowly but surely made their way through the Hydra bases. First Lieutenant Rogers led alongside her brother, Captain Rogers. Not only as extra muscle, but as a nurse, and occasionally, spy. Bucky didn’t like the idea of his girl being ogled by slimy nazi men, but she convinced him that no one would expect a woman to be a super soldier.

She would infiltrate their meetings as a piece of eye candy, acquiring information as needed and then arresting the men as she saw fit.

But this particular mission didn’t require revealing dresses or sultry makeup. Rather, she wore a winter coat and combat boot with reinforced soles. The speed that she ran quickly ate through nearly all of her shoes.

The Commandos were all situated on a cliff overlooking another with a set of train tracks. They were waiting on the train carrying Doctor Zola. Glove-covered hands clenched at her side. Doctor Zola. One of the men who had turned her into this. Turned her into a weapon.

Bucky’s heavy hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her to his side. His soft lips brushed against her temple.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he reassured. “We go in, kick some ass, and then get out. Easy.”

She chuckled and pressed a kiss to his waiting lips. The other men had the decency to look away from the couple.

“Alright, lovebirds, let’s get a move on.” Steve’s voice called out from the edge of the cliff.

She scoffed at her brother and kissed her sergeant once more. “See you on the other side, tiger.”

<><>

Things were going south very quickly. Hydra had more gun power than she had thought. A huge man with bigger guns than himself stood in the doorway to their car. His guns glowed blue as they powered up.

Steve shoved both his sister and Bucky behind him, holding up his shield. The blast had her teeth rattling in her skull, her body flying back further than the boys. The impact of her head hitting the metal floor caused stars to dance in her vision.

She could barely comprehend the cold rush of air from the massive hole in the side of the train. And before she could gather herself, the man was priming another shot, pointed directly at her. Shaking legs tried to bare her weight as she scrambled for her gun.

Bucky had gathered himself faster than her or her brother, so she could only watch as he picked up Steve’s shield and fired a few shots at the enemy. A scream ripped from her throat when blue light shot out at her sergeant.

Bucky went flying, the shield in the other direction. Both the Rogers siblings jumped into action. Steve went for the shield, quickly taking out the other man. She leaped for the hole in the wall of the train that Bucky had flown out of.

Her eyes widened with horror as she gazed upon the man she loved, hanging on for dear life to the crumbling handrails.

“Bucky! Hold on!” She reached out to him, trying to find her footing to get to him and pull him to safety. The look in his eyes was one she had never seen on him before. Blue eyes wide with fear, his mouth poised in a silent scream. And as his fingers brushed against hers, tips barely able to curl around each other, he was gone.

His scream was joined by hers. The image of him falling to his death will forever be ingrained in her mind. It’ll be the last thing on her mind as she goes to sleep and the first one when she wakes up. It’ll be there when she fights her way through Hydra soldiers, and as she sends her fist straight into Johann Schmidt’s ugly, red face.

Steve worried about his sister’s mental health since that day. She had retreated into herself. Long gone was the witty and strong woman he knew. His sister, who had always been so bright, had been replaced by someone who only knew how to fight.

She only spoke to give orders or to communicate during battle. Her words were always clipped and to the point; no room for banter or sarcasm. The icy wall she had built around herself was all to conceal the torment her mind tortured her with.

If only she had been stronger, maybe she wouldn’t have been down for so long. If she had been faster, she could have reached him before he fell. If she had been better, maybe he wouldn’t have died. Every moment was filled with these thoughts. Awake or not. It was all she could think about.

Eventually, she became too tired. She fought with everything she had; Bucky at least deserved that. She wouldn’t give up simply because it would mean he died in vain. However, with each new opponent, she could help but wish that this one would be stronger than her.

No opponent was ever stronger than her. Until now.

It wasn’t a person that she now faced her death with. But a plane filled with explosives. Schmidt was gone, as was the Tesseract. Now, she and her brother faced the cracked windows of the plane. She tried to keep her lip from trembling as Steve spoke with Peggy.

Even if she hadn’t gotten her happy ending, she had wished her big brother would have gotten his. Tear-filled eyes opened when she felt a hand come to rest on hers. Steve’s face was solemn as he spoke.

“I’ve gotta put it in the water.” He was half telling Peggy and half asking for permission from his sister. It wasn’t just his life going down for millions of others, but his little sister’s, too. The siblings shared a weighty look before she nodded.

Lady Liberty listened quietly as Captain America spoke with Agent Carter. No.

Y/N listened brokenheartedly as her big brother said his goodbyes to the woman he loved and who loved him in return.

And as Steve redirected the plane to the icy terrain below, she closed her eyes and imagined the warm hands of her love. His blue fire eyes and easy grin. The feel of his lips against hers. The sound of her name on his tongue.

I’m coming, Bucky.

#my writing #grace writes shit #reader insert #request #angst #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #avenger x reader #tw: mental health #tw: self loathing #tw: depression #tw: ptsd

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years

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Got another request if you don't mind:) I just love your writing so much I've been reading it alot since I'm in quarantine for the next week so I need some more lol

This takes place in season 3 when Robin and Steve get drugged but...in stead of it being Steve it's the reader and Robin who get drugged. Steve and Eddie(I know he wasn't in there but I just love him and in my head he's making this super funny I feel like he would egg them on a ) have to deal with them acting a fool and they are just driving them crazy. The reader is saying off the wall things about Steve their sexlife and telling secrets Well after everything wears off and they get home the reader is feeling sick and just horrible so Steve takes care of her and is just so sweet and loving and they end up laughing about some of the things her and Robin said while drugged.

Oh no, I hope you get to feeling better soon!

But man that would be HILARIOUS 🤣

No Filter

Steve Harrington x Reader

“What the hell is wrong with them?” Eddie huffed, looking towards the back of the golf cart like machine that Steve was currently carting them in, down the long stretch of the Russian underground lair.

You and Robin were cackling, arguing about which was better peanut butter and jelly with the crust or without it.

“But, but,” you sputtered, “Eating crust is like eating cardboard!”

You two broke into laughter again, being tossed every which way by Steve’s erratic driving.

“Can this boat slow down some?” Robin yelled, holding on, “I get sea sick!”

“We’re not on a boat, silly,” you slurred, trying to slap at her knee but missing it by a mile, “We’re on a plane, duh. Look at those clouds!”

You pointed to the blurry, white things passing in your vision.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with them,” Steve gritted out, managing the vehicle through an opening where they all could escape, “We just need to get them to the car.”

“Jesus, it’s like they took everything I carry in my stash at once.”

Robin was singing at the top of her lungs, badly and you were holding your sides laughing so hard.

“I’m peeing! I’m peeing!” you squealed, “Steve, Robin made me pee!”

“Come on,” Steve said, “We can get out here. You grab Robin, I’ll take Y/N.”

Eddie picked up Robin, carrying her as if he was walking her over the threshold.

“My hero!” Robin shouted.

“Come on, Y/N,” Steve groaned, trying to coax you out of the back.

Of course, now was when you thought it was appropriate in your drug riddled mind to play hard to get.

“Buy me dinner first pretty boy,” you giggled.

Steve sighed, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. He and Robin were still in their Scoops Ahoy outfits and even in your compromised state, you took a moment to appreciate his ass.

“Steeeeve,” you slurred, “Have I ever told you what a nice ass you have?”

“Many times,” he sighed, keeping his grip on you a little rougher than he should’ve, but in his defense, you were being a wiggle worm.

“Ow, babe,” you whined, “You’re never this rough in bed.”

Eddie coughed, trying to hold back his laugh. Robin, on the other hand, cackled.

“Is he vanilla?!” Robin called from Eddie’s arms.

You waved a dismissive hand in the air even though Robin couldn’t see it.

“Definitely not. He’s fucking skilled though, I tell you. The things he can do with his tongue alone!”

You’d reached the car now and Steve sat you down against the side of the car, one hand out to steady you as he unlocked the car. Eddie was full on busting a gut.

“Y/N, please be quiet,” Steve uttered, cheeks flaming.

“Please, don’t. I wanna hear,” Eddie chortled as he helped Robin in the backseat.

“He loves being ridden,” you lunge yourself to the front of the seats, peering at Eddie in the passengers seat, “And believe me when I say I ride him like a cowgirl.”

“Yee-haw!” Robin hollers, sending you both into a fit of giggles again.

“Not. A. Word,” Steve grumbled, throwing a glare in Eddie’s direction.

“But about his tongue-” you start in again.

“Y/N, I swear to God,” Steve groaned, peering at you through the rearview mirror, as he pulled out of the mall parking lot.

“Aw, is my baby sad? Don’t worry, a blow job will fix that.”

“Do you want to trade places?” Eddie asked, lips twitching from suppressed laughter.

“Don’t give her any ideas,” Steve huffed.

“He moans like a little bitch though. Have I mentioned he’s got a monster dick? Like how the hell do I fit that in my mouth let alone my-”

“Okay! Music it is!” Eddie exclaimed, turning on the radio, glancing at Steve, “Sorry dude, but that was becoming too X-rated even for my ears.”

“Oh she’s not living this down, that’s for sure,” Steve mumbled.

You and Robin were now singing loudly to whatever was on the radio—in fact, you don’t even think you’re singing the same song that’s on the radio, but hey, who cares?

“Okay, now they’re getting annoying,” Eddie lamented.

Steve agreed.

“I think it’s way past time to get them home.”

•

Robin had went home with Eddie. He’d insisted on staying with her since they still had no idea what you and Robin had been drugged with.

You were glad to know he was sticking with her because if she was on a similar path as you, her head was probably in the toilet right now as well.

You sat back on your knees, flushing the toilet and groaning. Your head was pounding, the white tile of the bathroom floor was too bright and even the cool porcelain of the tub on your back didn’t cool your hot and sweaty skin.

“Think you can keep down a few crackers so you can take some medicine?” Steve asked, walking in.

You groaned, just the act of chewing seeming like too much effort.

“Can I just take the meds?”

He handed you a glass of water and two pills which you gratefully swallowed. He grabbed a washcloth, soaked it under the faucet and set beside you on the floor, dabbing at your face.

“Is everyone okay?” you managed to ask, your head falling onto his shoulder.

“Yeah. Everyone made it out okay. But I think you scarred Eddie for life.”

“What do you mean?” you mumbled, eyes closing.

“Well let’s just say you did a nice oral presentation about our sex life and would’ve offered me a blow job if you hadn’t already been in the back seat.”

Your eyes popped open and you sat up way too fast. You winced, waiting for the room to stop spinning.

“Please tell me you’re joking,” you moaned.

“I wish I was,” he chuckled, “Eddie now knows you liked to ride me like a cowgirl and give me blow jobs. Oh and that I have a talented tongue.”

You groaned again, covering your face with your hands while Steve just laughed harder.

“You know it’s a lot funnier now when you think about it.”

“No it’s not!” you whined, dropping your hands and looking at him exasperatingly.

“Oh I can’t forget my favorite direct quote of yours,” he smirked.

“I’m afraid to ask.”

“And I quote: “He moans like a little bitch. Did I mention he has a monster dick? How the hell do I fit that in my mouth, let alone my-””

“STOP!” you cried, ready for the bathroom floor to swallow you whole.

“Ironic, that’s where Eddie managed to interrupt you too before you got any more graphic,” Steve snickered.

“Oh god, I’m sorry Steve,” you groaned, it soon turning into a chuckle as his laughter became more and more contagious.

“No problem, babe. If anything, you have quite the stellar review. Good for a man’s ego,” he teased.

“Please tell me that’s all the crazy shit I said.”

“Oh there’s more.”

“Really?” you squawked.

“Well not about our sex life, but you and Robin were debating which was better, a peanut butter and jelly with or without the crust.”

“Okay, that’s a solid argument,” you laughed.

“Just in case you’re aware, you’re never living this down,” Steve laughed.

You whined, pouting.

“I already feel bad enough. Do you really have to kick me when I’m down?”

“You’re just lucky I love you,” he smiled, kissing your forehead.

“Good because I love you, too.”

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

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 2 years

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10 Things I Hate About You

Summary: Jason Carver cannot date Chrissy until her anti-social sister, Y/N, has a boyfriend. So, Jason pays Eddie Munson to charm her.

Basically an Eddie Munson fic based on the movie 10 Things I Hate About You that nobody asked for.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: language

Previous Chapter

Chapter 5-

You took your usual seat in English class and pulled out the latest book you were reading while the rest of the students slowly started to trickle inside.

"Bad luck boys, her shirt isn't see-through anymore." One of the guys shouted as a group of jocks walked into the room.

You didn't give them the satisfaction of replying, instead you kept your head down while you continued to read, waiting for the teacher to show up and start the class.

"Y/N, babe, what do we owe you for the table dance?" Jason's voice suddenly called out as he appeared beside your desk.

"Suck my dick, Carver." You snapped, still not looking up from the book.

"Cool it, girl. At least you've covered your back, those scars are not flattering."

You bit your tongue, knowing that if you said anything it would be bad and the last thing you wanted was to get detention and give your mother another reason to be angry.

"Good morning class. How was everybody's weekends?" Ms. O'Donnell asked as she walked into the room.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe we should ask Y/N." Jason replied causing the class to all laugh.

"Easy, Jason." Eddie's voice suddenly warned and you glanced over your shoulder to find him walking into the room, glaring at the man still hovering by your desk. "Just because she drank you under the table doesn't mean you have to be a dick about it."

The class all laughed again causing Jason to huff in annoyance before taking his usual seat behind you and you quickly turned back to the front of class, not wanting to see Eddie, despite feeling his eyes watching you.

The rest of English went by with limited shit talking from Jason and his goons and before long it was lunch. You found yourself sitting at you usual table at the far end of the cafeteria munching on your food while reading a book.

"Hey."

You looked up to find Robin Buckley sitting down opposite you with her tray of food and a bright smile.

"Uh, hey." You replied, putting your book down and looking at her in confusion. "Umm, are you lost?"

"Me? Oh, no. I just came to say hi and see how you were doing after the, uh, the incident at the party."

Now you were even more confused. Why did Robin care? She didn't even know you and you were pretty sure this was the first interaction the two of you have ever had, hell, you didn't even realise she was at the party Friday night.

"I'm fine. You can go back to your friends now." You brushed off, reaching for your book again before she continued to talk.

"I want to believe that. I really do, but I know that's a lie. I mean, I don't blame you, that was a shitty situation with the drink and white shirt and I heard the comments Jason and the other bozos were saying in English earlier. But, um, if you ever need a friend or want someone to talk to our table is always open, we're right over there." She said, pointing across the room.

You followed her line of sight to find the table of Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers all chatting away and eating together before you looked back at Robin.

"Thanks, but seriously, I'm fine."

Robin nodded, but didn't say anything for a minute like she was debating whether to get up and leave or continue talking. You were hoping for the first option, but then she started to talk again.

"I was surprised to see you at Steve's party. Didn't think it was your scene."

You shrugged your shoulders, "I didn't have a choice. I was doing Chrissy a favour... and it kind of backfired."

"Backfired?"

"I got stupidly drunk. I puked and I got rejected. It was an eventful night."

"Ouch, that blows." Robin responded, looking at you sadly and you nodded.

"Hey, Y/N, can we talk?" Eddie's voice suddenly asked and you looked up to find him walking towards you.

Great, your day just kept getting better and better.

"We have nothing to talk about." You responded, shoving your book into your backpack before walking off, leaving your food and a very confused Robin at the table.

"What was that about?" Robin asked, watching Y/N walk off before turning back to Eddie.

He sighed, "I didn't do anything. She would've been too drunk to remember."

Robin stood up from the table, collecting her tray of food in one hand before patting his shoulder with the other, "she thinks you rejected her, dingus. Just apologise to her and-"

"How do I apologise to her when she won't even look at me?" He asked, cutting her off.

Robin just shrugged her shoulders, "I'm sure you'll figure something out."

With that, she started to walk off back to her usual lunch table and Eddie sighed. That was really no help at all.

He spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how to apologise to her. He thought he was doing the right thing, he didn't want to take advantage of her when she was drunk. But, he didn't realise that his actions would make her think that he had rejected her. God, he was such an idiot.

He began to make his way across the cafeteria to where the other members of Hellfire were sitting at their usual table before Jason Carver suddenly stepped in front of him, holding out a bundle of cash.

"I need you to take Y/N to prom." He whispered, handing him the money. "This should take care of the flowers, the limo, the lux, everything, Just make sure she gets to the prom."

Eddie looked down at the money, not surprised to find a couple hundred dollars worth of notes in his hand. This would literally pay for Uncle Wayne's gas and electricity bill, but Eddie shook his head and handed it back to Jason.

"Do you know what? I'm sick of playing your little game."

Jason glared at him, but pulled out more money from his wallet and held it out.

"You sick of, let's say, 300?"

Eddie hated himself for it, but he took the money without a word causing Jason to smirk happily before he walked off. The money burned in his hand and he shoved the notes aggressively into the pocket of his jeans before storming off, straight past the Hellfire Club who all called out to him in confusion, but Eddie needed some air and a smoke to calm himself down.

Once the bell rang signalling the end of class, he tried to track Y/N down, but by the time he reached the carpark, he saw the tail lights of the Dodge Challenger speeding off out the gate.

He ended up driving up and down the main streets of Hawkins like a creep until he spotted the Challenger parked out in front of the music studio of all places. He stopped the van on the side of the road, looking through the front glass window of the store, instantly spotting Y/N inside admiring the guitars hanging on the wall.

She ended up grabbing an ice blue guitar off the mounts before sitting down and plucking at the strings. He found himself smiling as he watched her, not realising that she knew how to play before she stood back up and hung the instrument back on the wall and started making her way out the store.

Eddie quickly ducked down behind the dash of the van, not wanting to seem like a total stalker for watching her, even though that was exactly what he had been doing.

To his relief, Y/N didn't notice him as she walked further down the street before ducking into the town library and he knew this was his chance to try and talk to her.

It was the first and last time he would ever willingly walk into the library. It wasn't that he didn't like reading, he actually thoroughly enjoyed it, when it was the right book, but the town library was always full of old women who tended to judge him like a book cover by the way he dressed and made him feel unwelcome.

He had actually sent Uncle Wayne into the library last time he wanted a new book. His uncle didn't want to at first, also hating the old women inside, but eventually went and returned with the entire Lord of the Rings series of novels as an early birthday present.

Eddie could feel the looks the old lady behind the reception desk was giving him, but he ignored her and began to search up and down every aisle until he finally found Y/N browsing one of the shelves.

"Excuse me, have you see the Feminine Mystique? I 've lost my copy." He said by a way of announcing his presence.

Y/N sighed heavily and turned to face him with a pissed off expression plastered over her face.

"What are you doing here?" She asked bluntly.

"I heard there was a poetry reading." He joked, immediately regretting his words when she somehow looked even more pissed off.

"You're so-"

"Charming?" He said, cutting her off because he never knew when to shut his damn mouth as he watched Y/N walk away. "Wholesome?" He continued.

"Unwelcome." She shot back, turning around to face him.

He should apologise to her now. There was no need to keep this up. She was a spitfire and was baiting him into this, he should be the bigger person and just stop and apologise, but he couldn't help it.

"You're not as mean as you think you are, you know that?" He ended up saying instead as he walked back over to her.

She raised her eyebrows, giving him a levelled look and if he didn't know her any better, he would've thought he was about to get punched. No wonder most the kids at school thought she was scary. That look could seriously kill someone.

"And you're not as badass as you think you are." She said before shoving a book into his chest, snapping him out of his thoughts as she pushed past him and out the door.

Well, that could have went a whole lot better.

Eddie sighed, looking down at the book he was holding to his chest and started to laugh when he realised it was Feminine Mystique.

As suspected, Y/N was still avoiding him like the plague at school and as the days past, he was starting to run out of ideas on how to make it up to her.

"Eddie, dude, you're not even listening." Gareth said, snapping his fingers in front of his face from where he was sitting at the cafeteria table beside him. "What is going on with you lately?"

"Nothing. Nothing." He insisted, rubbing his face with his hands.

"This got anything to do with that new chick?" Jeff asked.

Eddie groaned into his hands, hating that his friends knew him too well.

"Seriously, what happened between you guys? Wait, did you fuck her?" Grant questioned with wide eyes.

"Dude." Gareth said, whacking Grants shoulder.

"I think the problem is that I didn't fuck her?" He answered, but it was more of a question than anything causing his friends to look at him in confusion before he elaborated. "She was drunk at the party and tried to kiss me, I pulled away and then left... now that I'm saying it out loud, it sounds shitty. But, I just didn't want to take advantage over her when she was drunk."

"So, she thinks you like rejected her or something and now she's pissed at you?" Jeff asked and Eddie nodded, snatching his juice and taking a drink. "Since when did you like her anyway? I'm in her Biology class and she's got an attitude, man. Plus, she's kinda mean and have you heard the rumours about her back being covered in scars? People are guessing what caused it, my bets on a car accident. She's always speeding in that stupid car and-"

"Don't talk about her like that." Eddie said, not letting him finish.

He hated that the rumour about her scars was getting around school. She didn't want anyone to know about it, he knew that without her having to say anything. Her reaction when it all happened was enough of an indication, let alone the fact that she was definitely crying in the bathroom when he gave her his jacket... shit, she still had his leather jacket. Oh, he was so never getting that back.

"Sorry, dude. But, what do you see in her? I get she's Chrissy's sister, but she is definitely not like Chrissy." Grant continued to say.

Eddie shrugged his shoulders, "she's just different, you know? She doesn't take anyone's shit and stands up for herself. She's the only chick in this stupid town that has a decent taste in music and when she's not in public, she can be sweet and kinda funny. She's warm and she's- and she's caring and she's selfless and it's real."

"Oh my god. You're in love with her." Gareth said in realisation.

"Nope. Nope. Nope." He quickly said, shaking his head in denial because he couldn't be in love with her. He had only known her for a couple of weeks, he couldn't be in love with her. "I'm not. I'm not... I just... I like her. That's it. But, i don't know how to make it up to her after what I did."

None of his friends said anything for a few seconds as they stared at him, clearly not expecting him to say all of that before Jeff finally broke the silence.

"Well, you clearly embarrassed her. Maybe sacrifice yourself on the alter of dignity and even the score."

He opened his mouth to ask what he could possibly do to embarrass himself enough to even the score and get her to accept his apology, when suddenly an idea suddenly hit him.

"Hey, Harrington!" Eddie shouted, leaning back in his chair just as the other guy walked past with his tray of food.

"Yeah? What's up?" Steve asked, stopping in his tracks and looking over at him.

"You're friend, Robin. She's in band, right?"

Steve frowned a little, but nodded. "Yeah, why?"

"I'm gonna need to ask her for a favour."

The gym teacher decided today was the perfect day to play girls verses boys basketball and you were hating every second of it. The guys all thought they were top shit by showing off, but even the popular girls who were their friends seemed to be getting annoyed with them.

But, there was only like 10 minutes before the bell and then you could go home for the weekend and not see these assholes for two whole days. There was light at the end of this shitty basketball filled tunnel.

Billy Hargrove just scored another goal. It was now 23-2. How you girls even managed to score 2 points was beyond you. It wasn't even that you girls were bad, it was just that your gym class was filled with most the schools basketball team, so it was an highly unfair match to begin with.

The school band were setting up their gear across the gym while you continued to play. They must have practice after school or something because you were pretty sure Music class mainly took place the music class room.

Steve Harrington now had the ball and was dribbling it down the court. A few of your teammates tried to get it off him, but Steve easily side stepped them until you blocked his path.

"What's Nancy doing here?" You asked, pretending to look over his shoulder.

Steve frowned in confusion, "Nance is here?" He said, following your line of sight, giving you a chance to grab the ball from him.

Within a blink of an eye, the ball was in your hands and Steve yelped in surprise, but there was nothing he could do before you passed it to one your teammates who threw it at the backboard and the ball fell through the hoop.

"Focus, Harrington!" Billy shouted from across the court.

Steve sighed, giving you an annoyed look, but there was no heat behind it and you opened your mouth to say something sarcastic before a voice suddenly started to sing through the gyms speakers.

"you're just too good to be true can't take my eyes off of you you'd be like heaven to touch I wanna hold you so much."

You whipped your head around so quickly, instantly recognising that voice just as Eddie walked into the gym with a cordless microphone, his eyes instantly finding you as he continued to sing.

"at long last love has arrived and I thank God I'm alive you're just too good to be true can't take my eyes off of you."

He pointed at you as the sang the last few words before the band across the gym suddenly started to play to the tune of the beat. Robin gave you a wink as she played her trumpet and your jaw dropped.

You covered your mouth with your hands in shock, unable to believe what was happening while Eddie continued to sing.

"I love you, baby and if it's quite alright I need you, baby to warm the lonely night I love you, baby trust in me when I say'

Eddie leant against the wall with one hand, his eyes never leaving yours before he suddenly pushed himself off the wall and jumped up onto the bleachers.

He started to prance along to the bands music making a quite a sarcastic show of it causing you to laugh before he bought the microphone back to his lips and sung;

'oh, pretty baby don't bring me down, I pray oh, pretty baby now that I found you stay and let me love you, baby let me love youuuuuuuu'

He dragged out the last word with a bright smile as he finished the verse before the entire gym class, including yourself started to clap and cheer.

The cheering was short lived though because your gym teacher looked absolutely livid, his hands on his hips as he glared at Eddie.

"Mr. Munson, get out of this gym, right now. I have an important lesson to teach!" Mr. Daniels shouted.

Eddie nodded at the teacher, switching the microphone in his hand off before he caught your eye across the room and you gave him a small smile which he returned before he walked out the gym.

"Okay, now back to-" Mr. Daniels started to say before the school bell rang and you all rushed off the court and into the lockers, ready to grab your stuff and go home.

You hurriedly collected your school bag before rushing out the building in hopes of finding Eddie before he left and to your relief his van was still in the carpark.

Detouring via the Challenger, you threw your backpack inside before walking over to Eddie's van and leaning against the side of it, waiting for him to come out, but as the minutes ticked by, the carpark began to get less and less full and you began to wonder were Eddie was.

You waited a few more minutes before giving up and walking back towards the school to try and find him when you spotted Steve Harrington talking with a bunch of Middle School kids by the bike rack.

"Hey, Steve?" You called out, jogging over to him.

The kids all stared at you in confusion, probably wondering who the fuck you were. Which was fine, because you were kinda wondering who the fuck they were too and why Steve Harrington was talking to a bunch of kids, but you decided it wasn't any of your business.

"Everything okay?" He asked, turning towards you.

"I think so, but have you seen Eddie? I was waiting for him, but he hasn't shown up."

"Oh, you didn't know? He got detention for that little performance earlier."

"What?" You asked in shock, he got detention for something that he did for you? That wasn't fair.

"He knew what he was getting into." Steve said as if he could read your mind. "When he approached me about the idea, I warned him, but he insisted that it would be worth it."

"Wait, you were in on it?"

"Well, yeah, why else did you think I convinced the guys to talk the teacher into playing basketball in the gym instead of hockey outside like Mr. Daniels originally planned to do?"

You didn't say anything for a few seconds as you processed all that information. The kids Steve had been talking to awkwardly left on their bikes and road off down the street before you found your voice again.

"I can't believe Eddie put so much effort into something like that for me." You whispered in utter shock.

Steve smiled, "despite what a lot of people say and think about him, Eddie is actually a good guy. You should give him a chance, he really likes you."

Next Chapter

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fanfiction

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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hi, can you write a steve x fem! reader. Where Steve and reader are together but reader is insecure with how Steve and Nancy interact with each other. And she is very hurt when she hears Steve tell to Nancy that he want children in the RV. She became distant and when they go in the Upside down he tell her that it's with her he want that. Thank you ! I really love your writing!

only you

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

genre: established relationship!, angst, fluff

warnings: skin-picking, anxiety (?)

A/N: okay i’m not sure if i did this request well landksmak please send me your feedbacks 😫 and i’m really sorry for posting this now when i just said that it’ll be posted yesterday.

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

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“Drive!“

You all scream as the old couple were banging at their RV, telling you to get out. A wave of adrenaline rushes through Steve’s body and steps on the gas, causing all of you to stumble back by the sudden movement. “Ow!” you exclaim, putting a hand on the side of your head that just hit the vehicle’s window.

Steve turns back to face you, “are you okay?” he asks worried. You lean on Robin and she rubs your head softly, “uh yeah I’m good” you reply. He sighs in relief and brings his eyes back on the road.

He finally drives smoothly, slowing down after losing the couple running after their vehicle and home that you just stole.

You suddenly hear an incoherent voice, you look in front and see Nancy talking to Steve. You shift your position to hear them better, you pick on the skin around your pointer finger as you start to feel uneasy while you anticipate what your boyfriend has to say.

“It’s silly, but I-I’ve actually, I always had this dream that I’d have this really really big family” he says, Nancy looking at him with a soft smile on her face. Your breath hitches and your skin-picking gets more intense at the sight. “I’m talking, like, uh, a full brood of Harringtons. Like five, six kids” he adds.

“Six?” Nancy questions, a shock look plastered on her face. “Yeah. Six little nuggets. Three girls, three boys” he replies, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

You view gets blurry as tears form in your eyes, you quickly wipe them away and lean on Robin’s shoulder. She takes your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze, she noticed how off you’ve been the whole day - already knowing it’s about Steve and Nancy. He still loves her you thought.

A single tear suddenly rolled down your cheek and you immediately took your jacket off and put it over your face, making it seem like you wanted to take a nap. You feel your throat closing up, tears now streaming down your face like a river. You put a hand under your jacket to cover your mouth and stop the sobs from escaping.

You couldn’t handle it any longer, your fears and insecurities have gotten stronger and are now taking over you. Devouring you whole - making you feel small, weak, and worthless. You let out a huge shaky exhale as your surpressed sobs are choking you lightly.

Only Robin knew how you feel about Steve and Nancy. He asked you before if it’s okay to be friends with Nancy and you assured him that it was totally fine, even you yourself are good friends with her. She’s a great friend and just an amazing person in general but you can’t help but feel uncomfortable when you see them together. Maybe because she was the first person he ever loved and adored, how he tried winning her back a few times before, how much he cried all night when they broke up. You often feel like a back-up.

You never told Steve even if Robin encourages you to do so, how could you tell him anyways? He treats you so well and has been nothing but kind, caring, and loving to you. All of these are just in your head, mostly from your worries and you didn’t wanna seem like a toxic bitch since it makes you feel like you’re telling him to stay away from Nancy if you ever confronted him about this. So you decided to keep them to yourself.

But now, they’ve escaped.

Emotions exploding as your bottle of unspoken feelings is full and could no longer take in some more. The past few days has been long, terrifying, and dreadful for not just you, but for all of your friends. Steve and Nancy have been talking to each other more often than you with him - just like now, they’re seated together at the front, talking about their futures: applying for their dream school, getting a job, having a family. He probably wants those six kids with Nancy.

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Going back to Eddie’s trailer, you all go through your plan once again and talk about what to do if it backfires. The rest of your friends climb to the Upside Down, leaving you and Steve behind.

Steve pats his thigh, motioning you to step on him. You nod and place your foot on him, you grab the rope and you start to climb, and Steve holding you by the back of your leg - preparing to catch you if you fall.

You then land on the mattress and Steve follows soon after.

You all start to head out but Steve holds your wrist firmly, causing you to turn back to him in confusion “Can you guys leave us for a sec?” He tells your friends. Robin gives you a concerned look before she gets out of the trailer with the rest.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks. “Y-yeah” you reply, looking at the trailer’s door to avoid his concerned gaze. Steve places his hands on your arms, “don’t lie to me. You’ve been so distant and your eyes were swollen a while ago, you cried. Please tell me what’s wrong” he pulls you closer to him and holds your chin with his thumb and index finger to face him.

“Do you really wanna be with me?” You blurt out, hot tears immediately stream down your face. Your body trembling lightly and you pick on your skin again as you start feel fear and worry of what he’s gonna answer.

Will he say yes or no?

“Of course I wanna be with you. I love you so much Y/N. Where is this coming from?”

“I-I just thought that maybe you s-still want Nancy. You guys have been talking a lot lately and I just, I don’t know, I can’t help but feel like I’m n-not enough. I’ve been feeling like this for a long- I, uh, you know what? it’s so stupid, I-I’m sorry” you reply, instantly regretting what you just said. Pathetic.

“For a long time? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t wanna be a bad girlfriend, i-it’s just all on me anyways. You didn’t do anything wrong, My insecurities just got the best of me. I’m really sorry”

Steve pulls you into a hug and burrows his face on your shoulder, you could feel your shirt getting wet - he’s crying too. “No please don’t apologize. I’m sorry I made you feel this way, I should’ve been there for you more so you’d feel more comfortable to open up. You are enough okay?” he pulls away and wipes his tears, “You’re the only one I want. I always see myself spending the rest of my life with you. I want to marry you, have a family with you, and do everything with you” he adds.

Your body starts to relax and you let out a few more sobs. You try to catch your breath as you calm yourself down, you’re finally at ease. “So you want those six kids with me?”

“Yes, I want you to be the mother of my kids and be my wife someday”

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stranger-marauders · 2 years

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Hi! i just experienced having to deal with a giant ass bug and was wondering if you could write a steve harington fic about him comforting (and maybe teasing) reader because of there fear of bugs? Thank you <3

entomophobia

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: you don't like bugs and stevie boy comes to save the day :)

warnings: bugs. a beetle. maybe some slight teasing, gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

word count: 1.3k

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a/n: yes!! sorry for the delay i had work (where i totally had to deal with a giant ass bug so this was so relatable)

You had always had a distaste for bugs.

You couldn't remember a time where you hadn't liked them, and you couldn't quite explain why. It wasn't like there was some traumatic event involving a cockroach that happened in your youth (if there was, you certainly couldn't remember it). Somehow, though, your fear of creepy crawlies had followed you into adulthood, which was very, very inconvenient. You couldn't even get close enough to bugs to kill them, not daring to risk your life for such a triumphant task. What if it flew or something?

That was why Steve Harrington always came in handy to you.

Steve, while not being a huge fan of bugs himself, was not near as afraid of them as you were, more so annoyed than anything. You couldn't keep track of how many times he had been with you and he'd scooped up something as harmless as a dragonfly and taken it back outside. He'd even killed a couple of cockroaches for you, which was no laughing matter. At this point, you were pretty sure you owed Steve your life (and probably Robin, too).

Many opportunities had presented themselves for Steve to heroically kill a bug for you, especially at work. Many types of bugs were attracted to the absolute dump that was Family Video, mostly because Keith had a habit of keeping snacks in the back room. You were constantly on edge, waiting for one of them to come at you with their many, many legs and possible pinchers.

Just the thought of it made your skin crawl. Absolutely, positively horrifying.

Today, however, was an escape from the bug pit that was Family Video. While Steve and Robin were scheduled to work today, you weren't so you took a day to do nothing and relax, pop some popcorn and binge watch all three episodes of Star Wars for the first time in a while. You loved yourself a movie day (even though you started at about three o'clock in the afternoon). Even if you were by yourself, there wasn't anything like a big bowl of popcorn, fuzzy blankets, and whatever movie you had deemed appropriate for the occasion.

By the time you got around to Return of the Jedi, you were relaxed, carefree even. About halfway through the movie, though, whenever Leia and Chewbacca had finally befriended the Ewoks, and it immediately disturbed any type of peace you formally had.

There was a giant beetle on your coffee table.

You immediately threw the blankets on the floor, sending the popcorn bowl flying through the air and crashing on the ground. You didn't care that the action had caused each individual kernel to fall on the floor, making an absolute mess: you had to take cover. You ran out of the living room like your life depended on it because beetles can fly and you do not do bugs that flew (while you obviously couldn't do bugs in general, ones that flew were an absolute no-go). Without a second thought, you ran into your kitchen where your landline was, dialing the Family Video store number as fast as you could.

The line rang only once before a familiar voice answered the phone. "Family Video, it's Steve. We're about to close."

"Hey, it's Y/N, can you please get over here? Like, now?"

He hesitated to respond. "What, like right now? To your house?"

"Yes, it's literally a level ten emergency."

"Level ten?"

"Steve, please just hurry."

The drive from Family Video to your place was normally about fifteen minutes, which Steve had made it there in a whopping total of nine. In the meantime, you had taken cover on your kitchen counter, pulling your legs up from the ground and against your chest.

Once he had finally arrived to your house, he knocked on your front door somewhat loudly.

"It's open!"

Steve let himself in hesitantly, scanning the area for you. When he finally caught you in his line of sight, he gave you a confused expression "Y/N? What are you doing on the counter like that?"

"There is a big ass beetle in my living room," you said quickly, pointing to the coffee table. "Huge. Big and scary."

Steve raised his eyebrows, giving you a questioning look. "Are… Are you serious?"

"I am absolutely, one hundred percent serious."

He shook his head, stifling a laugh. "Okay, I know you hate bugs, but I didn't realize it was level ten emergency bad. That's a phobia. Like, diagnosably a phobia."

"You don't diagnose phobias, Steve," you said bitterly. "Can you please stop making fun of me and get the bug so I can get back to my movie?"

"All right, okay." Without anymore arguments, Steve took a plastic cup from the end of the kitchen counter, and you watched him as he moved into the living room—he was in the middle of the battlefield. "Jesus, Y/N, this is bad. I thought you were dying or something. Leave the level tens for actual emergencies from now on, okay? This is at most a seven."

"You are not allowed to speak. Last time you called in a level ten emergency, it was because they discontinued the Farrah—"

"If you even think about finishing that sentence, I will leave you in here to rot alone with the scary-ass beetle."

"Okay, I take it back, I take it back," you replied quickly. You tried not to think about what a disaster your house now looked like with the popcorn and blankets on the floor. You had been hoping that he wouldn't say anything about it, but it was wishful thinking.

"Y/N, it literally looks like a bomb went off in here."

"Did you get it or not?" you finally asked.

You heard the plastic cup tap against the table, making him chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, I got it." He took a couple steps toward the kitchen, holding the cup with one hand and another hand over top of it. "I thought you were exaggerated, but this is the biggest beetle I've ever seen."

"See?" you said, somewhat displeased.

"I mean, I still don't know if it was worth the heart attack I had on the way over here, but I'll take disposing of a big ass bug over most anything else." You watched from the safety of your kitchen counter as Steve walked outside of your house and into the front yard, flipping the cup upside down and into the bushes and flowers in the front yard. He came back inside, closing and locking the door behind him. "There. Consider the beast dealt with."

He walked over to the kitchen counter, sticking out his hand for you to hold as you jumped off. Such a gentleman, he was. "Why didn't you kill it?"

"I'm sorry, kill it?"

You gave him a horrified expression, which came off as more hilarious than serious to him. "What if it gets back into the house, Steve? Then what am I supposed to do?"

He sighed defeatedly, shaking his head. "I guess you can call me again and I'll come and get it."

"Kill it. You are going to kill it next time."

Steve stifled a laugh. "Yeah, okay. Whatever makes you happy." He pointed off in the direction of the couch. "You said you had a movie to finish?"

You only smiled—even if he had only disposed of a beetle, in your eyes, Steve Harrington was and would always be a hero.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington stranger things

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evansbby · 2 years

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Ok but what if.....

Omega gets sick. I mean we all are pretty clear on the bug issue that went round the campus - Omega is preggo. BUT what if she was just simply sick.

I'd love to see Steve try to be soft but still tough cause he ain't no jelly boy apart from when he's drunk (istg that drabble is my fav one after fairy's woes).

I feel like Omega would be literally snuggled or rather buried under a thick pile of fuzzy soft blankets with Steve Jr in her arms. (If he was alive that is) I imagine her to silently assure Steve that she won't need any soup for her illness while Steve squints at the recipe book.

He'd be so irritated and just want someone else to do it but also he just wants to make sure it's perfect for Omega. Meanwhile this might be the most interesting thing Steve Jr. witnesses. " You know how to care for mommy? Well, hallelujah! You ain't all ice, after all!"

What do you think? Would Steve actually make any voodoo secret medication or just hand it out to someone else?

~A <3

Ooh I think I’ve answered this before! And I said that poyt!Steve, when he finds out his omega is sick, he’d at first try and downplay it bc he still wants to have sex with her.

So omega would be like “but Steve, I’m sick.” While he’s kissing and undressing her and Steve would be like, “Shhh baby, don’t worry. All you have to do is lie on your back and let me do all the work. I’ll only put the tip in, I promise.” He’d lie bc he’s come home from practice and he’s super horny, “You can even go to sleep, I won’t mind. Just gotta feel you… I’ve had a hard day too, you know.”

But then Steve would feel how hot omega’s skin is and how she’s sweating and feverish and shivering, so he’d inwardly be like “Damn… for fucksakes.” Bc he wanted sex 😩😩😩

So he’d kinda just… let her be because he doesn’t know how to handle a sick person! He’d eat his own food and offer her some but she’d politely refuse bc her stomach can’t handle it. Then he’d play some games on his phone bc he doesn’t know what to do💀 until he hears soft sniffling and realises omega is crying bc she feels all uncomfy and sick and her head hurts!😭

So Steve would be like “there’s painkillers in the bedside table drawer.” And omega would try and get them but she’d be too weak. And Steve would realise that she needs to eat smth before she takes a painkiller so he makes her one of those ready made soups that you just have to heat up. Then he’d feed it to her bc he likes it when she’s all helpless. And this would also make Steve realise that he likes taking care of his omega bc she’s all dependant on him and needs him for everything😏

And omega’s like, “I’m sorry, Steve. I know this is a huge hassle. You should go to sleep, I know you’re tired.”

And Steve (who is secretly very much enjoying being a caregiver) is like, “Aww, my poor baby omega. Got yourself all sick, didn’t you? It’s a good thing daddy’s here to take care of you.” And he’d coo and baby her and get all horny bc it’s turning him on how weak she is

BUT ALSO he realises he really likes taking care of her: spoon feeding her and carrying her to the bathroom and even bathing her— he loves it all!! He won’t let her know, though… in front of Bucky and Sam, he’s all like: “it’s such a fucking hassle taking care of her.” But he actually looks forward to it, lmao. So when he comes home one day, all ready to feed her soup and cuddle with her, omega is up on her feet and all better and Steve’s just like “….oh.”

Then he proceeds to fuck her bc she “owes” him for lost time 😩😩😩

#BYE why is this so funny #anon #poyt ask #poyt drabble #a<3 anon

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dunnswrld · 2 years

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First off, love your writing and continue to come back and re-read it!

I would love to see something about a fem reader and the Jackass crew (specifically Johnny) out at a bar, or winding up at a club and drinking/dancing together? And the reader going home with Johnny after flirting with one another all night.

Not sure if this is something you’d be up to. But either way, thanks!!

On the Floor

a/n: Two people requested the semi same thing so I'm gonna knock two birds out with one stone here!

prompt: After a long night of partying with the boys and flirting with a certain Johnny Knoxville you find yourself becoming handsy with the boy so he takes you back to his room...

warnings: Smut, alcohol, Fem!reader, sub!Johnny?? (not really)

You and all the Jackass guys decided to go out to release some stress from filming which was very needed between the crew and cast. You finally had the opportunity to wear a new black dress you bought while on the road and finally do your make up and not have it get ruined from something.

"Cheers!" You said as you clicked your shot of vodka with Chris. You downed your sixth shot quickly as Chris did the same. Your face scrunched up from the bitterness of the shot as Chris's eyebrows furrowed. "You'd think we would get better at taking them by now." Chris laughed. "Seriously." You joined his laughter.

The affects of the shots were finally starting to slowly hit you, making you feel giggly. You were guessing the affects were hitting Chris as his cheeks began to flush a pinkish color.

"Another round over here!" Chris called to the bartender. "Chris we have already had so many I feel bad since Johnny is paying for us cause a certain someone forgot my purse which had our wallets." "Hey come on that's not my fault I was focused on getting in the van on time so I wasn't left at the hotel! And if you feel so bad just suck him off or something." You slapped Chris's arm quickly at his words. "Ow!" "Don't say that." You said as your cheeks began to glow a pink, and not from the alcohol.

"What I know you think about it." Chris teased. "Do not." "You can't lie to me when you told me you would-" "Chris! Zip it!" You said embarrassed. Chris only drunkly giggled at your embarrassment as the bartender placed two shots infant of you and Chris and walked away to keep doing their job.

You picked up the shot and quickly downed it, not even caring about the bitter taste anymore. Chris did the same as you before you both heard the familiar tune of Just a Lil' Bit by 50 cent ringing through the speakers of the bar. "Oh my god! I'm gonna go dance Chris!" You spoke quickly as you jumped off the bar stool and quickly made your way to the dance floor.

You quickly began to dance in the crowd of many people, the song taking over your body as you dance. But as you danced a small gap formed in the crowd, you looked through the gap and saw Johnny and Steve-o. Johnny's eyes were looking at you as he leaned up against the wall, a beer in his hand. He gave you a small wave once he felt your gaze on him.

You stopped dancing and waved your hand in a way of telling him to come over, Johnny shook his head with a laugh. You placed your hands on him and gave him a look that said 'don't be like that.' Johnny didn't put up a fight as he tapped Steve-o handing his unfinished beer off to the most likely intoxicated boy.

You watched as Johnny's tall figure made his way to the dance floor, gently brushing shoulders with other people until he made his way up to you.

"Hey there pretty lady." Johnny smiled, "Hello Mr. Knoxville." You said with a smile as well. "Well do you care to dance?" Johnny said with a nervous smile. You only took his hand as you turned your back to him, placing his hand on your waist as you began to move your hips.

Johnny was taken a back by your sudden change of demeanor but he didn't mind at all. Johnny relaxed his body as he pulled you closer to him with his hand you had placed on your waist.

"Geez you really like this song huh?" Johnny said in your ear. All you did was giggle at his statement as you continued dancing to the song. Your spun around and now were face-to-face with Johnny, a spread of red on his cheeks as you looked at him, his eye hidden by his sunglasses.

You brought your hands up to his face and took his sunglasses off his face and put them on yourself. You drunkly smiled at Johnny, Johnny smiled as he brought his hand off your face to your chin.

"You look cuter in em then I do." You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and Johnny moved his hands just over your ass. Your eyes now covered by Johnny's own sunglasses which covered your gaze that was directly focused on his lips.

"You know you're real good looking Knox." You said softly but loud enough for only him to here. "Really? Cause I think your real good looking too." "Oh shut up" You laughed, "I'm serious, I've been looking at you all night and the way that dress hugs you so well." Your heart was pounding out of your chest, sure Johnny always flirted with you but something about the way he was right now was really getting you going.

"Wonder how it would look on the floor of my hotel room." "Well we can easily find that out huh." You said as you trailed your hands from his neck to his chest. Johnny pulled up his sunglasses from your eyes and placed them onto your head, after he brought his hand to your cheek. "Can I kiss you doll?" Johnny said as he slowly began inching closer to your lips. You quickly nodded as Johnny wasted no time after your confirmation to pressed his lips against yours.

His lips tasted like alcohol and you were sure yours did too but you were sure neither of you could care. The kiss quickly became hot as Johnny's hands were rested on your ass as yours pressed against your chest.

"Why don't we go back to my hotel room yeah?" Johnny said with a smirk on his lips, "I think that would be nice."

Johnny's hotel door swung open with your lips and his connected, a hot make out session not being broken as your two pushed into the hotel room. Once you were both in Johnny kicked the door shut with his foot and scooped you off your feet resting his hands under your ass as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Johnny walked you over to the bed in the center of the room and gently dropped you onto the mattress finally breaking the kiss you two were sharing. His sunglasses falling off the top of your head falling behind you onto the mattress.

"God you look so pretty from this angle." Johnny spoke. You couldn't help but smile at the compliment, whenever Johnny complimented you you felt like a little girl fawning over her crush. "But why don't we see what this dress looks like on the floor huh?" Johnny brought his hands to the straps of your black dress down your arms; you guided your arms out of the straps helping him take it off.

Johnny then began to pull the dress off your body, you arched your back in order for him to be able to pull the dress off your body easier. Johnny pulled the dress fully off you and tossed it on the floor. He then stepped back and looked at the dress on the floor than looked at you. The only thing covering you was your white underwear and bra.

"The dress looks good on the floor but I think you look way better doll." Johnny spoke as he put a knee on the bed and began to kiss down your stomach, he was surly leaving hickeys on your skin but you couldn't care less even if they would come up on camera while shooting tomorrow.

A whine came from your mouth as you felt Johnny's tongue lick near your clothed heat. Johnny looked up at you, his look asking if you wanted to keep going or if you wanted to stop. You nodded your head telling him you wanted to keep going, he wasted no time doing so.

Johnny took your Lacey white underwear off quickly throwing it off somewhere near your dress as he opened your legs. Johnny slowly licked up your heat as you tensed your body up. A light whimper coming from your lips as Johnny began to lap his tongue around your core.

Your hands found Johnny's short brown hair, you began to tug at his hair only making Johnny feel more turned on.

"Knox-" You tried to say, but you couldn't even think straight from how pleasureful Johnny way making you feel. Your legs came up and tried to block Johnny's way but he was quick to place his hands on your knees and spread them open to keep them open.

Johnny continued to messily kiss your core, he was eating you out as if this was his last meal. Soft moans coming from your lips as you felt a knot build up in your stomach- the oh so familiar feeling.

"Knox I'm gonna-" You tried to say, Johnny knew what you were desperately trying to say. Johnny began to suck on your cilt as he took his hand off his knee and shoved two of his fingers into your mouth. You sucked on his fingers and Johnny looked up at the site of your through his lashes, he thought you look so hot right now. He groaned into your cilt which sent chills up your spin.

Johnny pulled his fingers out of your mouth when he thought they were covered in your spit enough. He brought his hands back down and slowly slid them into your heat which only made you let out a high pitched moan. Your high inching even closer than it was before.

"Knox-oh fuck. I'm about to-" Johnny began to move his fingers in and out of you even faster, causing your high to hit you quickly. You let out a moan as you came over Johnny's fingers, your legs gently shaking as you came down from your high. Johnny did remove his mouth or fingers away from you as you came down from your high, he wanted you to enjoy it as much as possible.

Once you began to pant softly he moved his mouth and fingers away from you and moved his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

"Geez you look and taste good." Johnny smirked, you only let out a breathy laugh as you sat yourself up. "Here let me return the favor." You said with your bottom lip between your teeth. "I don't think that'll be necessary."

Johnny rose from the bed and your eyes moved to the apparent dark and wet spot on his light washed jeans.

"I guess the bed took care of your job." Johnny nervously laughed as a blush of embarrassment spread on his cheeks. "Here why don't we both go take a shower and clean up then you can sleep in my room tonight with me doll."

"I'd love that, Knox."

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spiderking-of-queens · 2 years

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Chapter Twenty-Three: Just Friends

Summary: You and Eddie go on a “definitely not a date” date and learn a little bit more about each other, including how you both actually feel for one another. (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, 13k words)

Warnings: Language, mentions of abuse and violence, eating (Eddie puts peanut butter on his burger bc he’s weird), reader loves Stevie Nicks? This is just pure flirtation, gentle Eddie fluff, and some more angst at the end of course sorry I love drama lol.

A/N: This one’s a DOOZY lol sorry I did not mean for this to be so long. Got a little carried away! Also, once again, I have an album for you! Look up the lyrics to Leather and Lace and think about Eddie or The Highwayman and think about Steve if you wanna cry 🙃

Tags: @princesseddie @dessxoxsworld @blackbirddaredevil23

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September 20th, 1985

As soon as you got home from your little adventure at the Hideout the week prior, your parents were waiting up for you, ready to scream at you for being out so late. As long as you were still stuck under their roof, you would still have to live by their rules. Their cold-shoulder silent treatment from your decision not to go to college was officially over. You had reawakened the sleeping dragon. Now the little freedom you had gained from their passive-aggressive distance was gone, and there was no way they would let you anywhere near their car again. But that Friday night you had made a promise to see Eddie again and return his jacket to him, and you at least owed him that after the mess you made the week before. So you decided to rebel one last time, and drove to the school to meet him after Hellfire.

You would have joined in, but you felt like you owed him some space, too. So you sat on the floor in the hallway instead and read your book to try to slow your thoughts as you prepared to face him.

Eventually, you heard chatter and laughter as the door opened. You looked up as the boys filed out of the room. Eddie was teasing Dustin, pushing his baseball cap over his eyes. Then he saw you, and his smile dropped.

“Hey, Y/N. I didn’t think you were gonna show up,” Dustin said. “Are you good to drive us home?”

“Yeah. Sorry, just felt like reading today,” You replied, holding up your book. It was kind of true, just not the whole truth.

“The Hobbit,” Eddie mumbled. “Is this your first time reading it?”

“Oh, no. I’ve read it a billion times, I just… like to reread it when I need a good escape.”

He nodded solemnly and you lowered your eyes in embarrassment. The other boys looked at each other, clearly uncomfortable from the obvious tension in the air.

“Okay… well, we’ll be in the car, then…” Lucas grumbled and started to walk away. When Dustin and Mike didn’t get the hint, he walked back towards them and pulled them away by the collar of their shirts. Gareth, Jeff, and Freak mumbled their goodbyes to Eddie and awkwardly shuffled away as well.

The two of you stared at each other in uncomfortable silence before you cleared your throat and stood up from the floor, tugging on your shirt anxiously. Then you remembered his jacket. You bent down to pick it up off of the floor and brushed it off, feeling bad that it looked like you weren’t taking proper care of it.

“I, uh, brought you your jacket,” You said wiping it once more for good measure. “Sorry.”

He chuckled.

“No problem. Thanks for bringing it back.”

He put it on and melodramatically fluffed his hair out.

“How’s it look?”

“Great. As always.”

You smiled shyly at each other, then both tried to speak at the same time.

“You go ahead,” You offered.

“I just wanted to say, I’m really sorry about last weekend,” He said earnestly. You couldn’t stop yourself from snorting at him.

“You’re sorry? I’m sorry! I was such a mess. I can’t believe I got drunk. And puked. Oh god, I’m so humiliated. I completely ruined your night.”

You covered your face with your book in shame as the events of the night came back to you. Eddie took a step forward and pushed it down so he could look at you.

“It’s really okay. You didn’t. I’ve just been worried about you, that’s all.”

“That’s really sweet, but despite the embarrassment, I’m fine. I promise.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He could definitely tell that you were lying, but he didn’t press you.

“Okay. Well… I’ll see you next week then?”

“About that…” You winced, clenching your teeth. “My parents weren’t exactly thrilled that I left their car at a bar all night. I don’t think I’m gonna be able to drive the boys anymore. Or… anywhere, ever again, for that matter. I had to sneak out just to drive here tonight. So… no more Hellfire. At least for a while, until I can get them to forget that I exist again.”

His shoulders slumped, and he looked down at his hands to play with his rings.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about that.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine. It’s my fault. You have nothing to be sorry about.”

“But… you wouldn’t have even been there if it wasn’t for me.”

“Yeah, maybe, but I wanted to go. And I chose to get drunk. Listen, even though I was a complete disaster, I still would have chosen to go - exactly as it played out - over staying home. It was fun watching you guys play. I’m glad I went. Really.”

“I’m glad you went, too. I wish it would have gone better.”

“Me too,” You sighed.

You stared at each other for a moment before you took a step away from him towards the school’s exit.

“Okay. Well… I guess I’ll see you around?” You said tentatively.

“Sure. See you around.”

You nodded, giving him a sad smile before you walked away. You made it halfway to the door before he called your name, making you spin back around.

“Yeah?”

He hesitated, punching the palm of his other hand anxiously before he walked towards you, avoiding your gaze.

“Alright, fuck it,” He eventually said with a nervous laugh, forcing himself to look at you. “Lemme just ask you before I lose my nerve again. What are you doing tonight?”

Your eyes widened at him and you looked around like you were being pranked, then you turned your head back to him. His gaze was unwavering.

“Nothing?”

“Good. I mean… okay. Would you wanna… can I take you out to get something to eat? Just to hang out. Nothing weird, I swear. Just a redo.”

You stared at him, stunned. Was this actually happening? He still wanted to spend time with you, even after everything that went down the week before?

He raised his eyebrows and cocked his head when you stayed silent for a little too long.

“Again, you can always tell me to fuck off at any time,” He said with a small laugh and smile that immediately disappeared when he realized there was a chance you might actually take him up on that. But you didn’t.

“Okay,” You said simply instead, unable to fight off a little smirk. He grinned back at you.

“Cool.”

“Cool,” You agreed.

He nodded, then stopped suddenly, his smile fading once again.

“Sorry, that was a solid yes, right? Just wanna make sure I’m not an asshole who can’t take a hint.”

You grinned at him.

“Yes. It was a yes.”

“Good.”

He inched ever so slightly closer to you and you felt a sudden pang of panic. Was this a date? You took a step back, brushing your hair behind your ear anxiously.

“Wait, we are just hanging out, right? As… friends?”

He snorted, subtly leaning away from you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Uh, of course. Yeah. Absolutely. That is what I said. Right.”

He was trying a little too hard to prove to you that this was obvious information.

“Okay…” You paused, narrowing your eyes at him skeptically, then relaxed when he didn’t budge. “I’m paying, by the way. I owe you for last week.”

“You know I’m not gonna let you do that, right?”

You rolled your eyes at him.

“We’ll see about that. So, would you mind picking me up at my place? I can write down the address for you.”

“Of course. No problem."

You rummaged in your bag for a marker, then when you found one and pulled it out, Eddie stuck out his hand before you could rip a piece of paper out of your sketchbook. You eyed him quizzically, and he laughed when he recognized your confusion.

“Just write it on my hand. I won’t lose it that way.”

You raised an eyebrow, but didn’t fight him on it. You bit the marker cap off and held it between your teeth, then took his hand and wrote your address on the back of it. When you dropped it and returned the marker to your bag, he brought his hand up to his face so he could read it. His eyes widened.

“Shit. Nice neighborhood.”

“Yeah… For all intents and purposes, I suppose it is,” You snorted.

“Might get a few disgruntled neighbors. My van can be kinda loud.”

“Good. There’s quite a few people I wouldn’t mind pissing off.”

You hated every single person that lived on your street. It was mostly stuck-up old couples that pretended to be nice to your face but complained about the stupidest little things, or families like yours that hated each other behind closed doors. Families just like the Hagans, and the Perkinses, and the Harringtons.

You were teasing, but Eddie actually seemed kind of nervous about it.

“It’ll be fine,” You reassured him. “I won’t make you wait. I promise. But if you’re really worried, I can totally meet you somewhere. I wouldn’t mind.”

“No, no. It’s cool. I’m not worried if you’re not.”

“Alright. Thanks. If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. So… I’ll pick you up in an hour? Or is that too soon?”

“No, that’s perfect. The sooner the better.”

He smirked at you, and you scratched your eyebrow with uneasiness, letting out an anxious chuckle. That sounded a little too eager.

“I meant, because I probably shouldn’t stay out super late after last weekend,” You added, trying to take him down a peg.

“Right. That’s what I thought you meant,” He nodded, but that stupid smirk was still on his face, making you blush.

“Alright, Munson,” You teased, stepping away from him. “I know you’re always fashionably late, but try your best not to keep me waiting.”

“I won’t. Promise,” He called after you, waving the hand you had written your address on.

“And don’t wash that off!” You added with a giggle, opening the door with your back before turning to walk off to your car.

You tried your best not to wait too eagerly after you got home and changed your clothes, but you couldn’t help pacing around your room, checking your watch. On top of being nervous as hell, you were slightly concerned that your parents would have something to say about a noisy van parked in front of their house. You had a plan to get them off of your back, and you wanted to be ready to go as soon as he pulled up, just as you had promised.

Then at ten on the dot, you heard the sound of Eddie’s van’s engine coming down the road. You were pleasantly surprised that he actually was on time.

You immediately put your plan into motion, opening your window and climbing down carefully onto your porch awning, sliding smoothly to the ground. Then you ran over to Eddie’s van and hopped in, trying to hide the fact that you were out of breath.

“Hi,” You said as you panted. He just stared at you.

“Uh… what was that?” He asked with a chuckle.

“What?”

“The acrobatics?”

“Oh. Uh… I thought I’d try something new. My parents can’t get pissed at me if they don’t notice I’m gone, right?”

“Mhm. Right,” He said with a smirk, and pulled away from the curb. He kept looking you up and down out of the corner of his eyes. You clicked your tongue at him.

“What?” You asked again more impatiently.

“You changed,” He pointed out with a smirk, nodding at your fresh top.

“Yeah… so?” You mumbled, looking down at it. “I was in my work shirt when I saw you at the school.”

“Okay. Just saying. It’s a pretty nice top to wear for hanging out with a friend.”

“Well… I didn’t know where you were planning on taking me. Figured I’d dress to be ready for anything.”

“It won’t be anywhere fancy,” He snorted. “Hope that’s okay.”

“Where are we going?”

He squirmed in his seat nervously, leaning forward over the steering wheel.

“Okay, so I have this place in mind, but it’s outside of town a little bit. Is that okay? I kinda want it to be a surprise, but I just don’t want you to think that I’m, like, about to drive you out into a field to murder you or something.”

“Well… I wasn’t thinking that before. But now I’m slightly concerned.”

“I promise I will not murder you,” He laughed. “I sort of like you too much.”

“That’s… good to hear? I guess?”

He paused to look at you before turning back to the road.

“That’s where you’re supposed to say that you like me, too. You know, or whatever.” “Okay… Eddie, I like you too much to murder you, too.”

“Aw,” He cooed, putting a hand on his heart. “You’re sweet.”

Eventually, he pulled off of the road several miles outside of Hawkins into the parking lot of a retro diner.

“Is this the place?” You asked him with a grin.

“Yep. This is it. What do you think?”

“I think… I’m dying for a strawberry milkshake right about now.”

“Then let’s get you a strawberry milkshake,” He said with a nod, unbuckling his seatbelt. You followed suit, and before you could get out of his van, Eddie had already raced around to extend a hand to help you out. You raised an eyebrow at him but took it anyways as you hopped down. He shrugged, picking up on what you were thinking.

“I’m always chivalrous. Doesn’t mean anything,” He argued, dropping your hand.

“Mhm. Right.”

If he could tease you about changing before seeing him, you could tease him about getting the door for you. It was fun pushing each other’s buttons like this, flirting innocently. When you got to the front door of the diner, you made it a point to hold it open for him, which amused him immensely.

As soon as he walked in, an older woman smiled at him from behind the front counter.

“Well if it isn’t little Eddie Munson,” She called, stopping him in his tracks. You froze beside him and looked between the two of them in confusion.

“Hey, Deb. How have you been?” He asked her.

“Same ol’, same ol'. How are you? How’s Wayne? Still at the plant?”

“Yes ma’am, he is. We’re both great, thanks.”

“Glad to hear it. Your usual booth is open if you wanna make your way over, I’ll be there in just a second.”

Eddie nodded and instinctively put his hand over the small of your back to guide you towards the back of the diner, but corrected himself quickly by shoving it into his jeans pocket instead. When you both slid into your seats across from each other, Deb met you over by the table and smiled down at you before glancing back at Eddie.

“Well, who’s this? It’s a pleasure to meet you,” She said kindly, and reached out her hand to shake yours. “How do you know our Eddie?”

“I’m Y/N,” You answered shyly as you shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, too. I, uh… went to school with him.”

You fought back the urge to ask her how the hell she knew Eddie.

“Well, any friend of his is a friend of mine,” She said, patting his shoulder before turning back to you. “So, what can I get you?”

“Could I please get a hamburger and fries…”

“And a strawberry milkshake,” Eddie interrupted with a smirk.

“Yes, thank you, Eddie. And a strawberry milkshake, please.”

“Of course,” Deb said, writing on her notepad. Then she looked up and pointed her pen at Eddie. “The usual for you, dear?”

He tilted his head at her with a wide smile.

“You know me so well, Deb.”

“Well, I suppose I should after all these years of you ordering the same thing,” She teased him, smacking him gently on the shoulder with her notepad. Of course, Eddie couldn’t resist melodramatically pretending that it had wounded him. “I’ll be right back with your food. You kids have fun."

“Thank you,” Eddie turned to call after her, and then smiled back at you.

“Come here often?” You asked him with a smirk.

“Yeah,” He chuckled bashfully. “My uncle’s been bringing me here ever since I moved in with him as a kid, and Deb’s worked here for forever.”

“And what’s this mysterious order you’ve been getting for the past, what, ten years?”

“A Dr. Pepper and a hamburger, well-done. Extra pickles. With a side of… peanut butter.”

“I’m sorry… did you say peanut butter? For what?”

His eyebrows raised so high in surprise that they disappeared behind his bangs.

“You don’t know about peanut butter burgers?”

“Peanut butter what?”

“Peanut butter on hamburgers. It’s amazing.”

“You’ve got to be joking,” You grimaced.

“I’ve never been more serious in my life. You’ve heard of peanut butter and pickles, right? It’s pretty much the same thing. It’s an acquired taste.”

“I’m not sure if my tastebuds are… sophisticated enough for that yet.”

“Oh, you’re gonna try it.”

“I will not.”

“You will,” He shrugged.

“Eddie.”

“Y/N.”

He was grinning at the horrified look on your face. You could tell he wasn’t going to let it go.

“One bite,” You finally said after he successfully stared you down.

“Deal,” He agreed, sticking out his hand to shake on it. You shook your head at him, but stuck your hand out to grip his anyways. He held onto it for a little too long afterwards, looking you straight in the eye before you tried to turn your face away to hide your blush. You pulled your hand back and immediately turned your attention to the little jukebox that was sitting on the booth tabletop.

“This is cute. I’ve never seen one of these before. How does it work?”

“Yeah. That’s half of the appeal of this place. You can pick a song from any table, and eventually it’ll play over the speakers. My little ten-year-old brain almost exploded with excitement the first time my uncle gave me a nickel to pick out a song. Now every time we come here, we always have to pick something.”

You could picture Eddie as a little kid clear as day, easily excitable, and it made you smile.

“Your uncle, his name is Wayne, right?” You asked.

“Yup. Good ol’ Wayne Munson.”

“So you guys are pretty close, huh?”

“Yeah. He’s more my dad than my actual dad, so.”

“He seems like a really good man.”

“He is.”

Eddie became uncharacteristically quiet then, seemingly humbled by this vulnerable admission. You tilted your head at him curiously, but he avoided your gaze and began to fish for change in his pocket, then reached out to try to hand it to you.

“Here. Pick something out. It’s too quiet in here.”

“No, you should do it. It’s your tradition.”

“Well, now it can be yours, too,” He objected, reaching out with his other hand to peel yours off of the table, then pressed the coin into it and closed your fingers around it. “Pick a good one.”

Your face flushed as he released you and you opened your fist to look down at the coin in your hand.

“No pressure,” You mumbled to yourself with a laugh.

“What, do you think I’m a music snob or something?”

“Oh, I know you are,” You teased. “In fact, maybe I’ll try my best to pick something you’ll absolutely hate.”

“Now, hold on a minute,” He scoffed. “What did I do to deserve that?”

“Nothing. I’m just not ready to show you my hand yet. I’ve gotta figure out what your limits are first.”

“My limits? Jesus, what kind of music do you listen to?”

“Nothing weird! Just… definitely not what you’re used to.”

He cocked his head at you and raised an eyebrow.

“I think you’re underestimating me.”

“Well, guess we’ll find out then, won’t we?”

You smirked at him deviously as you made your selection, and he sat back and crossed his arms in waiting, equally amused by your game. When it began to play, you sat back, too, staring him down, willing him to react. It took a minute for him to recognize the song, but when he did, he scrunched his eyes shut and let out a chuckle, then opened one of them to look at you.

“Girls Just Want to Have Fun? Seriously? That cannot be one of your all-time favorite songs.”

“No, you’re right. It’s not. That was a test, and you failed,” You laughed.

“Oh, come on. That’s so not fair. How else was I supposed to react to that?!”

“Alright, alright. Fine. I’ll choose a better one for the next song. On my nickel, don’t even try to give me any more change. Got it?”

He put his hands up in defeat.

“Got it. You’re making the rules now.”

“Damn straight.”

He bit his lip, then leaned forward towards you with his hands clasped over the table as if he was prepared to make you some kind of dubious offer.

“I have a game for you, too, though.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm. I challenge you… to draw me.”

“What?”

“Draw me,” He shrugged. “What? You don’t think I could be a good model?”

He daintily pushed his hair over his shoulder and fluttered his eyelashes at you to showcase his beauty, making you laugh.

“I’m sure you’d be a great model. I just don’t think I’m a good enough artist to capture…” You paused to wave a hand at him in a circular motion. “All that.”

He laughed back at your teasing.

“Are you forgetting that I’ve seen your art? I know what you’re capable of.”

“You seriously want me to draw you? For what?”

“So I can hang it on my wall to remind myself how pretty I am, obviously.”

“Right. Obviously,” You snorted. He stared you down, tapping his finger on the table.

“I am serious, though. Draw me.”

“I… with what? I don’t even have a pencil.”

He smirked at you and turned to flag down Deb, then asked her for a pencil. She took one she had been keeping behind her ear and handed it to him, and he thanked her before holding it out to you. You took it from him reluctantly, glancing between the two of them anxiously. Eddie noticed and looked back at Deb, then explained, “She’s an artist. She’s gonna draw me,” With a pleased grin.

Deb smiled back at him, eyeing you knowingly before shaking her head fondly and walking off. You raised an eyebrow at Eddie as he stared at you expectantly.

“Alright,” You sighed, “I have a better idea. I’ll draw you somebody in this restaurant right now - anybody you choose - and if you like it, then I promise I will draw you.”

He tilted his head at you impatiently, but nodded.

“Fine. You’ve got yourself another deal. You do make the rules, after all.”

“That’s correct. So who do you pick? Choose wisely.”

He draped an arm over the back of the booth and turned his body around to look at the other people in the room, not even bothering to be covert about it. There weren’t too many to choose from. He eventually turned back around and leaned over the table to whisper to you.

“See the guy at the counter? Ten o’clock?”

You leaned a little to the left so you could look over his shoulder.

“The one in head-to-toe camouflage?”

“That’s the one. I pick him.”

“Okay. Challenge accepted. Easy.”

He smiled at your confidence, then grabbed a napkin from the holder beside him to pass it off to you. You snorted and took it from him. It wasn’t the ideal material to draw on, but it would have to do.

“So, what music do you usually pick out when you come here?” You asked as you began your drawing. “The selections aren’t very… metal.”

He chuckled to himself.

“Uh… well, see, that’s an interesting story. It’s actually kind of part of the tradition for me to pick a Woody Guthrie song.”

“What? Like, the guy who wrote This Land Is Your Land?”

“That’s the one,” He admitted with pursed lips and a shrug.

“Very interesting. Where did that come from?”

“Wayne introduced me to him as a kid, and I thought he was a cool dude. I had a little bit of an obsession. Read all these books about him. He’s actually the one that made me wanna play guitar.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I know. It’s shocking, right? I started with acoustic, and then when I discovered AC/DC, that was the end of that story. Wayne saved up for a year to get me my first electric guitar, and, hence, my first foray into the world of rock and roll began.”

“Ah. See, now that makes more sense to me.”

“Right. But they were just a stepping stone, obviously. The music I like now is a little more…”

“Loud?” You interrupted him with a smirk, still focused on your drawing.

“Yes, exactly. Heavier.”

“So who do you listen to now then? Anybody I would know?”

“I don’t know. Iron Maiden? W.A.S.P.? Dio? Metallica? Black Sabbath?”

“Oh, sure. Ozzy Osbourne. The guy that decapitated a bat live on stage. Love that guy,” You teased sarcastically, glancing up at his face to see his reaction. He was smiling sheepishly at you, and it was so cute that it made you want to cry. “I’m teasing. I don’t really know any of those bands, but I’m willing to be educated. You did promise me you would lend me some tapes, remember?”

His face lit up again, and his smile became wider.

“Oh, trust me. I remember.”

“Good.”

You smiled back at him, then returned to your masterpiece before Eddie cleared his throat and tapped a finger against the mini jukebox selector.

“Did you forget something? I shared my favorites, now it’s your turn. Pick something out that you actually like.”

You sighed and set down the napkin you were sketching on in your lap.

“For the record, I do actually like Cyndi Lauper. She’s just not in my top ten.”

“Well, of course you do. It’s criminal not to at least like her a little bit. I’m not a total freak.”

You rolled your eyes at him and crossed your arms discontentedly.

“You’re making fun of me.”

“No, I’m not,” He raised his voice indignantly. “I’m serious. Her shit is catchy.”

“Stop it. Do you want me to finish this drawing or not?”

You set the napkin back on the table and continued, trying your best to ignore Eddie as he leaned forward towards you. Then when he realized he couldn’t get to you, he slumped back into his seat like a pouting child. Just when you thought you had won, he began to hum, and you couldn’t stop yourself from glancing up at him. Then he began to sing quietly when he realized that he had finally caught your attention.

“I come home… in the mornin’ light… my MOther says, ‘Whatcha gonna do with your life?’”

“What are you doing?” You tried to ask him, but he ignored you and began to sing louder, drumming his fingers on the table.

“Oh momma dear, we’re not the fortunate ones. And girls, they wanna have FU-un!”

You shushed him, eyeing the people around you, but it only spurred him on more.

“THAT’S ALL THEY REALLY WAAAANT,” He sang as loudly and passionately as possible, closing his eyes and scrunching up his face. You straightened up in your seat in shock, then reached out to clamp a hand over his mouth without thinking.

“Stop!” You hissed, fighting back a grin so he wouldn’t be tempted to keep it up.

“I’m not gonna stop until you agree to pick out another song,” He mumbled into your hand, tickling your palm. Then he pulled away from it and screeched, “SOME FUUUUUN!” to prove his point.

“Okay, okay!” You yelled, waving your hands at him emphatically to get him to stop before reaching into your bag for change. When you found a nickel, you held it up to him in desperation to prove that you were willing to comply, then kept your eyes locked on his as you put it into the jukebox. “Happy now?”

“Yes,” He said with a shit-eating grin. You rolled your eyes at him, then couldn’t resist looking around at the other people in the diner who were still staring at the two of you.

This is exactly what Robin meant when she said that Eddie would be good at getting you out of your shell. Everybody was looking at you, which normally would have made you shut down, but you couldn’t help smiling. It didn’t feel so threatening when Eddie’s goofiness was the cause of it. It was actually kind of fun.

“You’re a child, you know that?” You grumbled playfully as you turned your attention back to the jukebox to pick out a song.

“I know,” He agreed, resting back into his seat triumphantly. You shook your head at him again.

“I can’t believe you actually know the words to Girls Just Want to Have Fun.”

“I told you,” He shrugged. “Catchy.”

Your eyes flicked up at him briefly as you were making your song selection, catching his gaze. You knew exactly what he was doing by playing these games with you. He was softening you up so you would open up to him. Worming his way into your brain, trying to figure you out. Trying to get you to share your favorite things with him. You would have been mad, but recognizing the twinkle in his eyes made it impossible. All he wanted was to get to know you better. How could you be angry about that?

You decided to play nicely and actually picked one of your favorite songs despite the fear that he would judge you for it. After selecting it, you quickly went back to drawing, doing your best to appear nonchalant even though your heart was racing. When the song started playing and you heard a contented sigh from Eddie, you looked up at him again in shock.

“Landslide. Heavy. And not in the way I’m used to,” He joked. “Sad, heavy. But it’s really good.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, hell yeah. Fleetwood Mac was actually… one of my mom’s favorites."

You stopped drawing suddenly and stared up at him, unsure how to react to that bit of information. Judging by the serious look on his face, he wasn’t sure either. But this only lasted for a second before he had his typical, beaming, Eddie smile back, and he quickly cleared his throat and tried to move the topic away from his mom again.

“Stevie Nicks is a total badass. Although, she wasn’t always in the band, right? It’s hard to keep all that straight. They went through a lot of personnel changes over the years, didn’t they?”

“Yeah,” You smiled kindly, trying to ignore the pregnant pause in your conversation. “Although, I really don’t have any interest in them pre-Stevie Nicks. She’s definitely a top ten artist. Top five, even.”

“Understandable. Edge of Seventeen? Great song.”

“Are you kidding?” You scoffed ecstatically. “When that album came out, I listened to it on repeat so much that my record was completely scratched by the end of the summer. I was absolutely obsessed. I probably wouldn’t have survived the start of my freshman year without it.”

He nodded, grinning at you, basking in your joy. He’d gotten you truly excited about something for the first time that night, and he knew it. He was successfully figuring you out. Your cheeks burned red from his gaze. You shook your head and looked back down at your work, trying to pretend that it hadn’t happened.

“You know… you can keep telling me things like that,” He said as gently as possible. “Personal things. I’m not gonna, like, use them against you, or anything. Or make fun of you. Right?”

You weren’t expecting him to say this, and it flustered you.

“I… I know,” You stammered. “I mean… I’m trying.”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to. I just want to make sure you know that. You always seem…embarrassed. I don’t want you to be.”

“I know. I’m sorry. It’s not you. That’s just… my own shit.”

“I get it. Trust me.”

It hadn’t really occurred to you that he would understand. He was so good at pretending like he didn’t care about anything, at being his carefree, happy self, that you almost forgot he had dealt with his fair share of bullshit in his life.

“You can always tell me things, too. I hope you know that,” You added, just in case he didn’t.

“Thanks. I appreciate that.”

“Speaking of…” You were about to ask him more about his mom, but Deb came over and set your plates down in front of you, interrupting you before you could. Maybe it was for the best. You didn’t want to pry too soon. You both said your polite thank you’s to her, and after she walked away, Eddie looked down at the little bowl of peanut butter on his plate, then back up at you. You groaned.

“You’re really gonna make me try that monstrosity?”

“Monstrosity? How dare you. More like masterpiece.”

“Alright, whatever. Let’s just get it over with,” You grumbled, setting your drawing aside to pick up a knife and spread a tiny amount of it onto your burger. You picked it up and stared at it, then glanced up at Eddie for a moment to see him leaning in eagerly, his chin resting on top of his intertwined hands. There was no backing out. You took a hesitant bite and put your hand over your mouth as you chewed, analyzing its bizarre taste profile. After a few moments, you let yourself swallow it and your eyebrows raised in disbelief.

“Surprisingly not horrible,” You admitted.

“You love it.”

“Let’s not get too carried away. It’s… it’s good. Okay?”

He clapped his hands together excitedly, rocking back in his seat.

“I knew it! I knew you’d like it!” He exclaimed loudly and pointed a finger at you, once again drawing attention to himself.

You laughed and shushed him.

“Okay, okay. You were right. Are you happy?”

“You have no idea,” He grinned.

You watched him take the top bun off of his burger and dump the entire bowl of peanut butter on the patty as you took a sip of your milkshake. The boy was weird, and you were enjoying every moment of watching him be himself.

He took a large bite of the burger after reassembling it and then tried to talk to you with his mouth full without thinking.

“What was that?” You chuckled, then took a bite of one of your fries.

He covered his mouth with his fist and swallowed, then smiled at you sheepishly.

“Sorry. I said, are you done with that drawing yet?”

“Oh!” You brushed your hands together to wipe off the crumbs and took the drawing off of the seat beside you to study it. Then you held up a finger and picked up your pencil again. “Just a second, it needs one last touch.”

You scribbled one last detail then held it up, eyeing Eddie as he sat in waiting behind it.

“Okay. I think it’s done.”

He sat up straight in his seat and wiped off his hands with his napkin, then held them out to you in preparation to receive it. You waved it at him then snatched it away playfully, and he reached out and grabbed it from you with a laugh before you could take it away again. It took him a brief moment to analyze it before his face lit up in pure delight.

It was a drawing of the lonely camouflaged man, as requested, but slightly more caricatured with the addition of a little caption that read, “Sometimes I feel like everybody looks right through me.”

“Holy shit,” He said with a boisterous laugh. “That’s fucking amazing.”

He held it up to you to show it off as if you hadn’t just finished drawing it right in front of him less than a minute before. You chuckled at his show of pride in you.

“Why, thank you. Glad you like it.”

“Like it? I’m framing this shit.”

“Alright. Calm down, Munson. It’s just a stupid little joke drawing.”

“No, it’s my stupid little joke drawing and I will cherish it forever,” He argued, clutching it fondly to his chest. “Thank you. I can’t believe you cranked that out so fast. This really is your thing, isn’t it?”

You remembered your conversation at The Hideout about each of your respective talents. His music, your art. Your heart dropped. Seeing the joy your drawing had brought him helped a little, but you still felt like you had all but completely lost that side of yourself.

“Well, about that… I’m not so sure that’s true,” You admitted. “I don’t really know what my thing is anymore.”

“What? Why would you say that?”

“Because I haven’t really been able to make anything new since I graduated. It’s like I’m all dried up. Barely nineteen and I’m already having a mid-life crisis.”

“Dried up?” He scoffed. “Look at what you just did. And what about leaving Hawkins? What happened to your plans?”

He seemed genuinely concerned by your change of heart, and you didn’t really know what to say to him to make him understand what caused it.

“I… don’t know. I just don’t think it’s in the cards for me anymore, you know? Reality kind of whacked me over the head a little bit.”

That was an understatement. And also pretty literal, considering the bruises you received from the battle at Starcourt.

“Maybe it’ll still happen someday, but just… not anytime soon,” You added to ease his worry, even though you didn’t really believe it. He nodded and seemed to relax slightly.

“Well, if you really are going to be sticking around for a while, we could always use your help designing band posters and stuff. Maybe even some new shirts for the Hellfire Club?”

You blinked at him, surprised by this kind offer. He tapped his rings against the table to fill the uncomfortable silence.

“If you’re up for it, I mean. No pressure. We probably couldn’t pay you much, but…”

“I’d love to,” You interrupted him. “Free of charge. Anytime.”

“No, you’ve gotta let me pay you something.”

“Okay, you can take me out to eat again.”

Now it was his turn to be stunned speechless. For some reason, it was a surprise to him that you considered spending time with him valuable.

“That’s all you’ll accept?”

“Yup,” You nodded matter-of-factly.

“Sounds like that’s a bigger payoff for me, but alright.”

You smirked at him, shaking your head. That wasn’t even remotely true.

“I believe you also owe me a portrait of yours truly,” He added. “Don’t forget.”

“Okay, fine. But it’ll cost you an extra meal.”

“I think I can live with that.”

You tried to hide your giddy smile by taking another bite of your burger, and he eyed you over the rim of his soda as he took a sip. Then he set it down quickly and swallowed as he recalled something.

“Oh, I almost forgot. What were you gonna say before our food got here? Something personal, or whatever?”

Shit. He had heard you. You tried to think of something else you could ask him that would be much lighter than the topic of his absent parents.

“Oh… um… I do have a question I’ve been wanting to ask you, actually. Speaking of leaving Hawkins… I’m curious to know what’s in the cards for you when you finish school. Do you have any plans? Or… dreams?”

He raised his eyebrows at you, then reached over to steal a fry from your plate. You glared at him playfully, but didn’t say anything.

“Do I have any plans? Uh… maybe the first two times I was supposed to graduate. But the third? Nah. The plan is just to get the hell out of that school.”

“Okay… Then can I ask you something else?”

He wiped his hands with his napkin again and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms.

“Okay. Shoot.”

“You’re…smart…”

When you paused to think about how best to continue your question, he snorted.

“Is that your question?”

“No, I’m trying to say… you’re really smart, and certainly smart enough to graduate. So how have you been held back so many times?”

He sighed loudly, and blew a puff of air out of his lips.

“Takes a certain special talent, I guess. It was actually sort of hard to do. No, actually, the answer depends on who you ask. If you ask my teachers, they would say it’s because I have an inability to focus in class. If you ask principal Higgins, he would say that I’m a degenerate who cares more about getting into trouble than succeeding in anything. And if you ask the guidance counselor, she would tell you that my unwillingness to move forward in life is due to a ‘fear of the unknown,’ and a direct result of my ‘rocky upbringing.’”

“And if I were to ask you?” You asked, cocking your head.

He took a pause to think about it, sipping his soda again. When the answer came to him, he traced a finger over the tabletop’s pattern absentmindedly.

“I would tell you that it’s because I can’t force myself to give a shit. About any of it.”

He looked sad as he continued to stare down at the table, and you wanted nothing more than to make him smile again.

“Would it be awful for me to say that I’m glad you flunked?” You teased, leaning forward to catch his attention. “Because we probably wouldn’t be here right now if you graduated when you were supposed to. Or last year, either, actually.”

He looked up at you, the first signs of a smile appearing on his face.

“What, do you think I would have actually gone anywhere if I had graduated?”

“Absolutely. Are you kidding?”

“I think the guidance counselor would disagree with you.”

“Well, the guidance counselor can kiss my ass. You are way too good for this town, Eddie Munson. And you are going to graduate this year. I know you will.”

You could tell he wanted to object, but the look on your face was warning him not to. He chuckled with a little shake of his head.

“Alright, how about we make one more deal then? I work hard and actually graduate, and you get the hell out of this town like you planned. Sound fair?”

“Fine. I guess that is fair,” You reluctantly agreed. “But only if you agree to get out of this town, too.”

He nodded and looked down at his hands that were resting flat on the table, then reached to twist the rings on his left hand nervously. You could tell there was something else on his mind.

“Okay. Now can I…ask you something now? Something personal?”

Uh oh.

“Sure?” You agreed tentatively.

“You said something at The Hideout last weekend… while you were…”

“Drunk?” You interrupted him, squeezing your eyes shut in humiliation.

“Yeah. So I don’t know if you really meant it or not, but… you said something about…how you’re a ‘ticking time bomb,’ I believe were the exact words you used? And that I…deserved somebody… ‘good, like me?’”

“Shit,” You muttered, reaching up to rub at your eyebrow. “Yeah, I remember. I wish I could lie and say I don’t, but I wasn’t that drunk. Unfortunately…”

“Right. So my question is… what the fuck was that about?” He paused to raise an eyebrow at you, then added pointedly, “Friend?”

It took everything in you not to slide down in the booth onto the floor and crawl outside, straight into traffic.

“Fuck… I’m so sorry. I was hoping you didn’t hear that part of my rambling…”

“Yeah, sorry,” He scoffed. “Not a chance.”

“I’m so embarrassed… Look, clearly, I… I was having some… confusing thoughts. About… well, I saw you with… with Jo. And I think it just made me feel kinda lonely.”

“Jo? Oh shit… I forgot you met her.”

He forgot? You spent all summer thinking about the two of them together, and he forgot?

“Well… I did,” You said a little too aggressively. “At the movies. In June. Your date with her?”

“No, yeah… I remember,” He said, fighting back a smile at your frustration with him. “But it wasn’t really… a date, date. I don’t think.”

“Oh? Really? Then what was all that then, at The Hideout?”

“What?” He laughed, unable to fight it back any longer. You snorted at him.

“‘Oh, Eddie,’” You mocked her, reaching out to grab his arm while pretending to fawn over him. “‘You looked so hot up there with your guitar. Marry me?’”

He laughed at you openly this time, clearly enjoying how worked up you had gotten. He’d never actually seen you act like this around him. You’d teased him before, but not like this. Not in a way that almost matched his own special brand of charisma.

“Was that supposed to be Jo or you?” He countered.

“Her, obviously!”

“So you didn’t think I was hot?”

You rolled your eyes at him.

“Don’t change the subject, Munson. What’s going on between the two of you?”

“Alright, alright. She came to see my band at the start of the summer, and she was nice and asked me to… hang out a… a couple times. Just casually. And I… I’m sorry, are these still friendly questions? Because I feel like I’m being interrogated a little bit.”

You didn’t like how he was anxiously dancing around the subject. Clearly, there was something about the two of them that he didn’t want you to know.

“I’m not interrogating you,” You argued. “I think I’m asking valid questions. You never mentioned her before.”

“Well, then, can I ask you about Steve?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, annoyed by his quick deflection.

“What about Steve?”

“Is that why you called him to come get you? Because seeing me with Jo made you feel…” He trailed off, then held up air quotes with his fingers. “‘Lonely?’”

“What? No. I… I called Steve, because nobody else would have been able to come get me. He was my only option.”

“Right. Besides… me,” He said indignantly, pointing a thumb to himself. “Who was already there, and completely ready and willing to drive you.”

“Please. That would have been… humiliating.”

“More humiliating than Steve “The Hair” Harrington threatening to kick my ass outside of a bar?”

You covered your eyes in shame. You had almost forgotten that part.

“Fuck… I am so sorry about that. If it helps at all, we fought over it.”

He eased up a bit when he saw how mortified you truly were over your decision to call Steve, relaxing back into his seat with a sigh.

“So what’s really going on there? Honestly?” He asked. “Because I’ve gotta say, the way he tried to defend your honor like that… didn’t seem very friend-like.”

You leaned forward, pushing your plate out of the way so you could cross your arms over the table, readying yourself for a vulnerable admission. It was the first time you would be speaking about what happened between you and Steve with somebody other than him, and it felt strange. It made it feel more real. Especially since it was Eddie.

“Okay…” You began, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know what you were thinking last year with all of the rumors about us, but… I swear we were just friends. Things didn’t become more… complicated… until recently. Over the summer.”

“Oh. The summer. Right.”

You could tell what he was thinking. He knew something changed in you that summer, and he was making an assumption that Steve was the cause of it. You wanted to tell him he was wrong, that it was so much more than that, but you knew you couldn’t. You sighed, and decided to at least give him the full, honest truth about one thing.

“We… we kissed. Once. At the end of August. And it kind of messed everything up. That’s all. I don’t even know if we’re friends anymore because we haven’t really talked since…but that’s what happened.”

“So… you guys aren’t, like… seeing each other causally or anything like that?”

“Like you and Jo, you mean?” You scoffed.

By now, you had pieced together what he meant by “casual,” and it didn’t exactly align with what you considered it to be. It was obvious that he had more romantic experience than you.

“Yeah… I guess,” He shrugged.

“No. We are definitely not.”

He seemed to perk up slightly at this revelation, but didn’t say anything. He just nodded and went back to fidgeting with his hands. You sighed loudly.

“Are you still seeing Jo?” You asked, then added, “Casually?” With an eye roll.

“No. It was just a fun, summer thing. We both knew it wasn’t going anywhere. We’re just friends.”

“Are you sure she knows that? Because she seemed very into you last weekend.”

“She’s just… flirtatious like that. It didn’t mean anything.”

He tilted his head to study you as you nodded slowly with your lips pursed together and stirred your milkshake with your straw.

“Are you pissed at me?” He asked you, his voice pitching up slightly in confusion.

“No. Of course not. Why would I be pissed?”

“I don’t know. Why would you be?”

“Well, I don’t know. Because I’m not pissed.”

Your eyebrows were raised as you took a drink of your milkshake and stared at him the whole time, and he scoffed at you in frustration. You set your glass down and began ripping up your straw wrapper anxiously as an awkward silence filled the air around you, and you couldn’t resist prodding him further to ease the burden of it.

“How many… how many people… have you been with? Casually or… otherwise?”

“Is that a question friends ask each other?”

You glared up at him.

“…Yes. You don’t have to answer it. I was just curious.”

“Not many,” He shrugged. “Two. Three, actually, I guess.”

You sat quietly for a minute to let that sink in. It wasn’t outrageous, but not really what you wanted to hear.

“Can I ask you the same question?” He asked.

You felt your cheeks turn red. Did Steve count as one? Or was he asking about how many you’d slept with? Wait, was three his number for people he’d slept with, or just done… other stuff with? Your head was starting to hurt and you regretted asking him the question in the first place. You looked up at him pleadingly, and he shook his head.

“Never mind, I don’t want to know,” He said with a chuckle, and you sighed gratefully, going back to ripping up the wrapper until it was nothing more than little white paper flakes.

“So… have you ever brought her here?” You asked quietly, staring at the shredded remains of your wrapper. You hadn’t learned your lesson from your previous question. You were dying to know.

“Who, Jo? No. I’ve never been here with anybody before, besides Wayne. It’s kind of, like… my little secret.”

“Then why did you bring me?”

“I don’t know,” He shrugged. “I just thought… maybe you’d appreciate it.”

He’d never brought anybody else there before. Maybe he had been with other girls, but at least there were some things he hadn’t done with them before that he wanted to do with you. It made you feel special. Not that you had a right to feel that way, since it wasn’t a real date, after all.

“I do appreciate it,” You said, barely above a whisper. “Thank you for bringing me.”

You smiled softly at each other, then your eyes drifted to Eddie’s digital watch.

“Oh, shit!” You yelled and reached out to grab his wrist to make sure you were reading the time correctly. He jumped slightly, his eyes widening in shock at your sudden outburst. It was almost midnight. “Is that the time? I should probably go… just in case my secret agent plan didn’t work on my parents.”

He studied your face, tapping his fingers on the table, and let out a disappointed sigh.

“Alright,” He agreed, then paused to take one last bite of his burger. “Let’s get you home, then. Wouldn’t want you turning into a pumpkin or something."

After the two of you went back and forth on who would pay and eventually agreed on just paying for your own meals, Eddie drove you home. You asked him to park down the street just in case your parents really had realized you were gone.

“Thanks again. For driving me,” You said with a contented sigh after he switched off his ignition and turned to you.

“Anytime.”

You knew you should have gotten out and left then, but you didn’t want the night to end yet. Instead, you turned back to him and asked, “Do you have a long drive home?”

“Not too long. I live out at… Forest Hills,” He admitted reluctantly. “You know it?”

“No shit! That’s where I’m helping my friend Max move in next weekend.”

He was taken aback by your excitement, and chuckled a little bit.

“Oh, yeah. Sinclair’s girlfriend. I’ve heard all about her, trust me. She was also… Billy Hargrove’s sister, right?”

It sent a jolt through you, hearing his name. You’d almost forgotten about him for the first time in months that night.

“Stepsister. Yeah,” You corrected him, looking down at your lap. “His asshole dad just ran out on her mom, left them with nothing. Max doesn’t really talk to me about it, but I know she’s struggling.”

You fell silent and he seemed to pick up on your distress instantly.

“I can help keep an eye out for her if you want, if you’re worried about her,” He offered quickly.

You turned your head against the headrest of your seat to look at him. He had a kind, warm smile that made you feel like melting into your seat.

“That would be amazing. Thank you, Eddie.”

He nodded and then rested his head against the back of his seat, too, that smile still on his face as he watched you. He was so kind. So good. Your heart ached.

“Can I ask you something before I go?” You said quietly. He nodded again, his eyes still fixated on you.

“What’s inside of you that compels you to do that? To help people like that?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, his brows furrowed.

“You let the boys sit with you on their first day of school because they had nowhere else to sit. You’re offering to help Max, who you’ve never even met. And… you helped me. Last year. When Carol and Tommy were being assholes in the hallway. You almost got into a fight for me. What drives you to do those things?”

“I… I don’t know. Well, first of all, I helped you with Carol and Tommy because I owed you for the cigarettes, remember?” He chuckled. You weren’t amused.

“Eddie. We both know that’s bullshit. You just can’t help yourself, can you? No matter who it is, whether you know them or not, you just can’t help being the protector. Throwing yourself over the grenade. I need to know what it is that compels you to do that. I have to know where that comes from.”

He blinked at you in the dark blue midnight light, confused by your urgency, unsure how to respond. Then after a few moments, he took a deep breath and began to speak so uncharacteristically quietly that you had to lean in closer to hear.

“Maybe it’s just because… I know what it’s like. I’m sure it’s hard to imagine now, but I was a scared kid once, too. I got beaten up all the time before I met Jeff and the others. And after, too, a little bit, but not as bad. Then when I got to high school and we found Hellfire, it became a little easier to be my loud, obnoxious self once I found other people that liked the same weird shit as me. And I felt some power in that. But I also drew some negative attention from it, obviously.”

He trailed off and looked at you, and you nodded, willing him to say what he was holding back. He bit his lip anxiously, but took a deep breath and continued anyways.

“It did a pretty good job keeping me out of trouble for a while, but when I was 14, I kinda snapped and lost it on this kid who just would not let up. It was terrifying. It was like, I didn’t even have control over myself. I pretty much beat him within an inch of his life before my friends could pull me off of him.”

He stopped to look over at you, and seemed to clock the horror on your face that you were failing to conceal.

“Did you know about that?” He asked, grimacing.

You shook your head no.

“I thought maybe you did. I mean, everybody and their mother heard about it. That’s pretty much when I became the town pariah. The “Freak." I assumed that was why you tried to stay away from me for so long.”

“No. I… I had no idea.”

“Well, the cops got involved, but thanks to my uncle, they didn’t press charges. I don’t know what he did, but I know he saved me. And after, he sat me down, and he told me that I had to make a choice. I had to decide if I wanted to hold onto all the anger and implode like everybody else in my family had, or I could just… let it go. The idea of being anything like my old man really did the trick. So I let it go. I chose to start laughing at all the bullshit instead of getting mad over it. And it wasn’t easy at first, pretending not to care. But eventually I got used to it, and people stopped messing with me. Mostly because they were scared of me, but also because they realized they couldn’t get to me anymore. It just makes life a whole lot easier when you don’t take it seriously. A lot less painful. And after a while I started trying really hard to use that superpower for good, you know?” He paused, laughing at himself a little. “I figured, if people are gonna be scared of me, I may as well use that to help out people like me. Protect the people who need it. People who… who don’t have anybody to sit with at lunch. Like you and me. I don’t know. It’s the least I could do.”

You found yourself suddenly struggling to hold back tears. You knew he hadn’t had an easy life, but hearing these details struck you deeply. He was absolutely remarkable, and much stronger than you could have ever imagined. For him to make it through that and still be the soft, gentle, goofy person he was? He had to be a real-life fucking superhero. He was incredible. And you didn’t even know his full story yet.

“But, how do you keep that up?” You asked, your voice cracking. “I mean, don’t you get tired of pretending not to care? Don’t you ever feeling like exploding?”

“Yeah. All the time. But, you know, I have my outlets. Weed helps. Weed helps a lot. And other… nondescript drugs.”

“Eddie, I’m serious.”

“So am I. Drugs. And music. My band, my friends, my uncle, Hellfire. And… talking to you tonight. That helped… quite a bit.”

You looked away from him and sniffled, trying to pretend like it wasn’t taking everything in you to hold it together.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” You said, your voice raspy.

He didn’t respond. His glassy eyes just searched you in the dark.

“I really like hanging out with you,” He said instead.

“I do, too.”

“I mean, I really like hanging out with you.”

“Eddie…” You said pleadingly, still looking down at your hands.

“What?”

“We’re… we’re just friends. Remember?”

“Right. Yeah. Friends. Because friends get jealous about the people their friends have dated.”

You turned your head back to him to glare at him.

“What?”

“I didn’t like hearing about Harrington kissing you, Y/N. And I know you didn’t like seeing me with Jo last weekend.”

Your mouth fell open, and you scoffed at him reproachfully.

“I… Why would you even be interested in me Eddie?” You deflected, because you knew you couldn’t argue with the fact that you were jealous of Jo. “After everything? After all the shit I’ve put you through?”

“Are you serious? You mean besides the fact that we had a great night and you’re insanely pretty?”

“Eddie… don’t. I mean… why did tonight even happen? Why do you keep… trying? I really don’t know if I’m worth all of this.”

“Don’t say that. Please don’t say that. That’s not true.”

“It is true. I’m a fucking mess, Eddie. And you’re… you. I may have been drunk when I said what I said last weekend, but I still meant it. You’re good, and you deserve somebody good and easy that sees the world like you do…”

“You wanna know what I see in you? What I’ve always seen in you?” He interrupted you quickly. “I remember you from middle school. You know that?”

You blinked at him, your mouth hanging open.

“You do?”

“Yeah. You were… so cool. So tough. Even though you were younger than me, you used to scare the shit out of me, honestly. You had me shaking in my little Reeboks. But I was also completely entranced by you. You just had this… I don’t know what to call it. Light? Just absolutely fucking radiating from you all the time, blinding me. And I noticed when… when things changed in you. Like, something was fighting inside of you to snuff it out. When Harrington and the others dropped you and you started sitting alone at lunch. And I wanted to go sit by you so badly. Just to talk to you, just to see that light in you again. But for some reason, I kept talking myself out of it. I think I was just scared, you know? That you would tell me to fuck off, or you would hate me. And that honestly probably would have killed me. So I just stayed away. And then when you got to high school… I almost went up to you. I should have. But every time I tried to talk to you I couldn’t tell if you wanted me to or not. So I tried to give you your space. But I couldn’t stop wondering… if maybe that light was still there. And each time I talked to you again I kept getting little glimpses of it, and I wanted more. So I kept trying, year after year, rejection after rejection. And then tonight… fuck. Now I know it’s still there. It’s still fighting to get out, despite all the shit you’ve gone through. I just had to earn it. And I gotta say, it’s definitely worth all the effort. Because, I swear… you’re fucking magic, Y/N. There’s nobody like you.”

You couldn’t fight the tears back anymore. It was too much. He was too perfect, too kind. Nobody had ever, ever said anything remotely like that about you before. He had noticed you the whole time, before you even noticed him. He called you magic. Him.

You tried and failed to hide your emotions from him, and as soon as he noticed, he immediately turned his whole body towards you in preparation to comfort you.

“I’m sorry, did I say something to upset you? Did I freak you out?”

“No, it’s nothing,” You said quickly, waving a hand. “I’m sorry.”

“Obviously it’s not nothing. If I scared you away… I understand. I know I’m a lot, trust me.”

You shook your head as you tried to stop your tears.

“No, no. Definitely not. I just can’t believe… I think you’re just a really amazing person, Eddie. Maybe even the best I’ve ever met,” You admitted quietly. “And I wish I’d gotten to know you better so much sooner.”

His face changed from concern to shock, then to something that looked a whole lot like longing, all in one split second.

“Me too. The second you got to high school and you pierced me with those eyes of yours from across the cafeteria while I was acting like an idiot… I wish I’d walked over and asked you out right then and there. I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“It’s my fault,” You sniffled, shaking your head. “I’m always running away. I wish I could stop running away.”

He reached out to wipe one of your tears away, and you shamelessly kept your eyes locked on him the entire time. He let his ring-clad fingers linger on your cheek, and your eyelids fluttered from the shock of the cool sensation of metal against your skin.

“I wanna kiss you,” He said plainly. You were taken aback by his honesty. Nobody had ever said that to you so plainly before.

“You do?”

He nodded, his thumb still brushing your cheek as his eyes darted around your face. If he could be honest, you could, too.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that,” You whispered.

He leaned forward towards you, and you stayed completely still as you watched and waited for him, wanting to take in every single moment. Then his lips were finally against yours, pulling you into a kiss so soft and gentle that it made you want to cry all over again.

The only comparison you had was your kiss with Steve, but you instantly knew that this was what it was really supposed to feel like. It wasn’t fumbling, or rushed, or too heavy. It was perfect. It felt like a thousand tiny little shockwaves being sent through your body.

You recognized the feeling immediately. Electricity. And not just that, but something else, too. Something purer. It was laced with complete adoration and trust. He had been nothing but gentle and honest with you the entire time he’d known you, from the very first time you spoke with him. But this also made you realize that you hadn’t been so truthful. There was a large part of your life that you had been keeping from him. You suddenly felt like a fraud. That you weren’t actually the person he thought you were.

And if you were honest with him, what would happen then? Would he believe you? Would he think you were insane? If he did believe you, would that mean that he would be in danger the next time something inevitably happened? What if something bad happened to him? The intrusive image of Max sobbing over Billy’s body reentered your brain, and you pulled away from him quickly, turning your head. He backed away slightly in surprise, but kept his hand on your cheek as concern reappeared on his face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked with furrowed brows, trying to get you to look at him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… I can’t… we can’t… do this.”

When you said this, he immediately removed his hand from you and sat back in his seat, trying to hide the look of dejection on his face. You watched him as he turned his head away from you to look out the window, clamping a hand to his mouth. It pained you seeing him so shut down.

“Eddie… I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, then turned back to face out the windshield, still trying his hardest to avoid eye contact with you.

“I can’t figure you out, Y/N. You gotta help me out here. Because I’ve been bending over backwards trying to figure out what you want from me for far too long. I’m trying really hard to be patient, because I understand. I really do. And I know I’m not… the best option for you. So if you really want me to leave you alone, it’s fine, but you’ve gotta tell me now. Once and for all. Because I can’t keep doing this.”

“Eddie, it’s not that. I swear to you, it has nothing to do with you. You’re… perfect. I just have… a lot of shit I need to work out. Trust me, I’m the problem here. Can’t we just… can’t we just be friends? Like we agreed?”

He cocked his head at you impatiently.

“You know I don’t want that, right? You’ve gotta know that. I want more than that. I want to spend time with you exactly like this, exactly like tonight, but I want to be able to call it a date, and I want to be able to kiss you again. I don’t want to have to hold back with this. I want to be with you.”

It still shocked you how straightforward he was being, despite the fact that he’d never been anything other than that. It felt strange to have someone fight for you like this.

“I’m sorry. I want all that, too…”

“Then what is it? I don’t understand.”

You leaned forward in your seat to put your head in your hands. You didn’t even know where to begin. He waited for an answer as long as he could before he let out a deep breath.

“Is this about whatever’s keeping you stuck in this town?” He asked, then after another breath, he added more quietly, “Whoever keeps bruising up your face?”

“What?” You gasped in shock, straightening yourself up to look at him again.

“I went by the general store while you were working back in July, and I saw the bruises on your face. I would have walked in right then and there and tried to find out whoever did it, I wanted to more than anything, but I… didn’t think I had the right to. If that person is still in your life now, though, if you need help, I’ll do anything. I swear. I’ll kill them myself…”

“Eddie!” You interrupted him, gripping his arm tightly. “Slow down, it’s not… it’s not like that, I promise! I’m fine now. I’m okay. That person’s not…” you trailed off, thinking about Billy’s lifeless, blood-covered face on the floor of the mall once again, and removed your hand from him quickly. “That person can’t hurt me anymore,” You concluded weakly. Eddie could tell right away from your voice that there was more to the story, though.

“Look, I know you told me nothing is going on between you and Steve anymore, but if he was hurting you…”

“It really wasn’t Steve. Okay? I know he was an asshole once - and you probably still think that he is - but even back then, he never would have done that to me. Ever. Please believe me.”

“Then… please, can you just… can you just tell me what’s really going on?” He begged you wearily. You swallowed, trying to come to terms with some portion of the truth that you could share with him.

“In July… it was… I was there. At the mall, on The Fourth. During the…fire.” It physically pained you to lie to him like that, but that was as close to honest as you could get.

His face softened as he studied the tortured look on your face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

“I know. It’s fine,” You said quickly, trying to brush it off. He fell quiet, and then after a moment, he couldn’t resist pressing you further.

“Is that what you’re trying to save me from? From whatever happened at the mall?”

“Eddie, please,” You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut in exasperation.

“Listen, I’m sorry, but I know there’s more to the story there. And if it’s something you know about, something I can help you with… I want to help.”

When he said this, your fear intensified. He was closer to figuring out the truth than you realized, and if he did figure it out, he would most likely do everything in his power to protect you. Even if it meant putting himself in harm’s way. He could never resist throwing himself on a grenade, after all.

Eddie was amazing. He said all the right things, and he made you laugh, and he made you feel safe and comfortable in your skin. It had been an amazing night. But it was selfish of you to bring him into your messy life. You had roped him in when he had no idea how high the stakes really were.

You couldn’t let him end up like Billy. Or Bob. Or Barbara. Or Hopper. Each person you had to watch your friends lose was a lesson, and it would be thoughtless to ignore it.

He could never really know about what you’d been through. You wouldn’t have it. You wouldn’t take his freedom away from him. His future. It wasn’t right. He’d been through so much already. You couldn’t let him get involved.

You knew instantly what you had to do. You had to push him away one last time.

“You’ve just been dying to save me from myself this whole time, haven’t you?” You snapped. “To rescue me, just like you try to rescue everybody else.”

“What? No. I want to help you, but it’s not like that. It’s… I don’t know. Maybe I thought…”

“Thought what?”

“That… you could save me, too. That we could save each other.”

When he said this, it felt like a punch in the gut. Little did he know that this was your chance to be selfless, like him. Pushing him away was saving him, even if it hurt him. Even though you wanted nothing more than to be the one he could always confide in.

“Eddie… I can’t save you, and you can’t save me. This isn’t some… fantasy novel or D&D. This is real life shit, and it’s… look, if you don’t want to stay friends, then I think we need to move on. This is me officially asking you to leave me alone. Okay? Thank you for tonight. I’m… I’m sorry.”

He didn’t argue. He just frowned at you, his face screwed up tightly as if he was in physical pain. You’d never seen him look so sad or confused in your entire life. It took everything in you to turn away from him, to fight more tears back as you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of his van. You walked briskly away and didn’t stop until you made it up to your room and shut the door quietly, falling face down on your bed. After several minutes of a decent, self-pitying cry, you got the urge to pull out your Walkman and listen to something that might soothe you. When you shuffled through your tapes, you paused when you got to Bella Donna - the album you had talked to Eddie about at the diner - and decided to play it for old-time’s sake. You collapsed back onto your bed and shut your eyes, letting Stevie Nicks take you back to where it all started. You began to feel a little better until Leather and Lace started to play, and the lyrics were like a knife to the heart. You had listened to it a million times before, but now it suddenly felt like it was written for you and Eddie. You began to bawl all over again.

He was the strong, outgoing one who had the ability to bring you to life, and you wanted nothing more than to let him open up to you again the way he had before you’d gotten spooked.

Maybe now it was your involvement with the supernatural keeping the two of you apart, but this wasn’t a new feeling. There was something there already, all this time, keeping you from him. Something that Eddie had clearly noticed as well. Otherwise, you would have gone to see Corroded Coffin the very first time he asked when you were seventeen. You probably would have already been a couple. Maybe you wouldn’t have even wound up in that junkyard last November. But something had always been in the way, keeping him at a distance, and now it was too late.

The problem was that your heart had been broken long before you met him. You didn’t even realize it until then, but listening to the record again as it stirred up old emotions in you, it was apparent that it hadn’t actually ever healed. You remembered how you used to sob every time the final track of the album played. “The Highwayman.” You, in your infinite pre-teen wisdom, believed Steve to be your highwayman. The one who valued glory over your love for him when he suddenly stopped speaking to you and became the most popular boy in school.

“And still, they try again.”

Maybe that’s why you were so mad at Steve about your kiss. Maybe it brought up all of those repressed memories of betrayal the same way your record was now. Maybe you were actually still angry about what you thought had happened between the two of you in middle school, even though you believed you were past it after finding out the truth. You had never been fully honest with him about how much it had shattered you. You assumed it didn’t matter anymore, but if it really didn’t, then you probably would have told him about it. You were still clearly wounded, left with the lingering bitterness of unworthiness and shame. And you really only had yourself to blame.

Sure, Carol and Tommy had done their fair share of filling your head with insecurities, but it was you who believed them and held onto every word. You were still holding on. The lovelorn, anxiety-rattled thirteen-year-old in you was still there, still unsure of how to mend what had never actually been broken by somebody else. Because Steve had never really broken your heart. He never even knew how you felt about him. You broke it all on your own, and you had to figure out how to heal it on your own, too.

You just really, really had to get your shit together.

How was it even possible that in less than a year, you had discovered another dimension beneath Hawkins and kissed two different boys that you had only ever dreamed about getting close to? No wonder you were so messed up.

You started the tape over again and got under your covers with your clothes still on, eventually crying yourself to sleep.

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