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stevesjockstrap · 5 months

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Alone on Thanksgiving? Mad at your dad?

Based on this post

Or, Steve invites Craigslist!Eddie to Thanksgiving as his fake boyfriend for entertainment and drama purposes

Rated: T? Always with the swearing idk | read on ao3

ETA a/n: shout out to @rocknrollsalad for a direct quote in here and putting up with me and @machtaholic for encouraging this 🖤

“Are you serious?”

Steve sighed. “Yes, Robbie. You know how much my parents have been on me since they’re losing what little power they have left. This is going to be awesome.”

She was pacing around their living room, making him anxious. “But why are you going to take this stranger from Craigslist? Why can’t you find someone you know? Argyle would do it. What if this guy doesn’t show, or he comes and steals something?”

“If he doesn’t show I’m in the same boat anyhow, but hey, there’s a thought. You think I can pay him more to steal something from my parents? I’d love to see that.”

“Steve!” She rounded on him, eyes wide. “You’re paying him? You didn’t tell me that!”

“For fuck’s sake, Rob. He didn’t ask for money, the post actually said he would do it just for food. But the guy’s driving half an hour and I’m willing to bet my family is worse than he’s expecting. Sit down, you’re making me dizzy. Read this and tell me this isn’t exactly what I need.” He scrolled on his phone and handed it to her.

Her shoulders relaxed as she read on, laughing finally, “You’re not going to make him propose or fight your dad on the front lawn, right?”

“Maybe for Christmas,” he smirked.

His parent’s house was always so cold and empty. It was his childhood home but he had never really felt any attachment to it. His apartment with Robin was small and cluttered but cozy, and full of memories of them and their friends. They had done a Friendsgiving the previous weekend that had been a dangerously good time. (The smoke detector had only gone off three times, a new record.)

Running his hand through his hair again, he looked at the clock. Would Eddie show? He checked his phone again, knowing there were no missed texts because he had just looked thirty seconds ago. Why was he more nervous about meeting him than introducing him to his family? They’d had one phone call and some texts, mostly arranging the time and place and Steve already apologizing for his family.

Eddie had laughed, “It’s okay, Steve. Trust me, I’ve dealt with worse.”

He went to the bathroom, just to kill time.

And of course the doorbell rang.

He quickly washed and dried his hands, sparing a second to pull his hair into a less raked-through mess.

Quickening his pace when he saw his mom still holding the door open, not allowing whoever was on the stoop in, he craned his neck to see out the door.

Oh fuck.

“If you’d just go get him, ma’am, we could clear this all up,” Eddie was saying. The words were polite but there was an edge to them, just the tinge of a sneer on his lips. It was perfect.

“He’s mine,” he heard himself say. His mom whipped around, eyes crazed and mouth open. “Uh- I mean,” his eyes returned to Eddie standing on his doorstep. Taking in the long thick wavy hair, big brown eyes, his lips pulled into a toothy grin now. He’d clearly attempted to dress up, grey slacks and a black button down, paired with heavy combat boots. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal tattoos up his forearms and the backs of his hands. There were more tattoos on his neck, and Steve’s eyes glued themselves to the ring through his lip. Guh. “He’s, uh, here for me.”

“Hi Steve,” he watched the lips form. “Was just meeting your lovely mother.” Again there was nothing wrong with the words themselves, nothing anyone could pinpoint or take offense to. But that slithery way he said it with a razor sharp sting, Steve was impressed. He was clearly an expert at this.

Steve tried to school his own expression and voice. “My apologies. Mom, this is Eddie, my boyfriend.”

There was a long silence where he thought his mom was going to combust. She opened and closed her mouth several times, her eyebrows furrowed. He’d never seen her speechless before.

Eddie sent him a smirk and he almost matched it but his mom looked at him finally and stammered, “Y-your, ah, I’m sorry.” She closed her eyes and pulled in a steadying breath. When she opened them she asked, “He’s your boyfriend?”

“Yes ma’am,” Eddie answered from almost behind her now as she turned to question Steve.

“And why is it you didn’t tell us he was coming? Why is he ringing the doorbell like a stranger?”

“I, um, well I did think he’d text when he got here or something…” Steve started, meeting Eddie’s eyes over her shoulder.

“What, and miss out on this warm welcome?” Eddie winked at him but quickly settled his face when his mom turned to him. Doing the exact thing he’d hoped for, Mrs. Harrington remembering she’s leaving a guest out on her doorstep.

Steve delighted in the fact that this was going to be a chess match and his mother was already several moves behind.

Her eyes narrowed and she held a hand out to welcome Eddie in, walking them all into the foyer. “Well, don’t let me stop you, go ahead and greet your boyfriend, Steven.”

It was a challenge, he knew, but they hadn’t discussed this. Eddie was on the ball, however. He continued his momentum to slide a hand under Steve’s suit jacket to settle on his ribs and the other he brought up to cup his face, leaning in and angling their heads together. Steve tried to relax and closed his eyes. Eddie pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, but from where his mom was standing she wouldn’t be able to tell.

“Hey, baby. Missed you,” he breathed when he pulled away. Steve was halfway to believing this himself.

“Yeah,” he sighed stupidly.

Eddie pulled his hands away and he almost reached back for them before stopping himself with a shake. He found he’d only gone a foot away when he opened his eyes though. Oh he was in trouble.

His mother cleared her throat from behind Eddie like she hadn’t put them up to this. Steve reached out for his hand and held onto it.

“Okay so I’m going to go introduce him to everyone else,” he said quickly and walked further into the house. Holding his hand.

They made their way through the dining room, Steve taking more and more pleasure with each stilted interaction Eddie weaved through with his family members.

His dad was propped in the living room with his uncle and Steve could feel his eyes on him as they made their way around. He knew his mother had ran to tell him all about it but he wouldn’t take being ignored well. It was making his skin crawl but he knew it would further piss off his dad so he kept it up.

After everyone else had been formally introduced to Eddie and Steve had gulped half a glass of wine, he felt almost ready to go deal with him. He took Eddie’s hand again and turned, but navigated them to the sliding glass door and outside instead.

It was chilly, late November in Indiana, but it felt amazing after the stuffiness of the house.

Steve remembered he still had Eddie’s hand in his and he quickly dropped it. “Uh, you smoke?”

Eddie grinned, all teeth and tongue as he held a battered pack of Newports out to him. “Not usually, really, but it makes for a good prop. Sorry they’re shit.”

“Holy shit. You’re amazing. I mean- perfect, I mean- fuck.” Steve laughed and shook his head. “The on-the-spot fact checking of my aunt’s political shit was next level. You could do this year round and make a killing, man.” He did pull a cigarette out of the pack and Eddie leaned into him, clicking the lighter for him, meeting his eyes as Steve sucked in.

“I don’t-“

The door slid open behind them and Mr. Harrington walked out.

“Looks like you and your date are avoiding me, Steven,” he said. Steve watched as he gave Eddie a very slow up and down look.

“No, dad. Just needed a break. It’s warm in there.” He made his face remain neutral. It’s not like anyone was cooking anything, his mom always got their big family meals catered.

His dad narrowed his eyes at him as he held eye contact, taking a drag from his bummed cigarette.

“Where is Robin today?”

He sighed. “With her family, dad. And for the last time, I’m not dating Robin. She’s a lesbian. This is Eddie, by the way. My date? He’s my boyfriend.”

When Steve had tried to come out as bisexual to his parents, his dad especially had made it clear that he did not accept that about his only child. As the years went on and he hadn’t spoken much about this part of his life, it seemed his dad had hoped it just went away.

Mr. Harrington scoffed, “I don’t understand why you want to throw your life away, Steven. I thought we’d raised you better-“ Eddie made a noise next to him and Steve knew he couldn’t look at him or he’d burst out laughing.

“Save it, dad. Believe it or not I love my life. Which is something I’d never thought I would be able to say. Can you even say that?”

His dad shook his head disappointedly and walked back inside.

“Excellent job. I don’t think you need me here after all,” Eddie joked.

Steve propped himself against the wall of the house, deeply tired from having to defend his choices to his dad for the umpteenth time.

“Maybe not need. But it’s been really fun having you here. Usually dinner conversation is about how big of a disappointment I am. Oh, I guess I didn’t give you that backstory. I’m graduating with my masters in psychology in the spring, and I’ve been early accepted into a PhD program. And there’s no money in helping people,” he chuckled. “So.” He scuffed out the butt with his heel and left it on his dad’s pristine patio.

“Steve. That’s amazing! Congratulations.” Eddie seemed genuinely excited for him and it brought a small smile to his face. “You look like you could really use a hug, man. Can I hug you?”

“Of course.” If he let himself hold on for a few seconds longer than strictly necessary, Eddie allowed it.

Dinner was quiet. His uncle asked Eddie what he did for work and he enthusiastically explained he was a line cook and worked nights at a bar. Steve surreptitiously looked around to take in everyone’s expressions and quickly covered his mouth with his napkin. He actually enjoyed himself during a holiday dinner for the first time he could remember.

Eddie at one point threw an arm around the back of his chair and he leaned in a bit into him, catching the disapproving stares they got from the corner of his eye.

Pie was passed around and by then Steve had had another glass of wine or two. He reached over to thumb the whipped cream from the side of Eddie’s lip without thinking, before popping the thumb into his own mouth. Eddie’s eyes widened and it was on the tip of his tongue to apologize but he caught himself.

“Thanks, babe,” Eddie said with a chuckle.

After saying their awkward goodbyes to everyone, Steve walked Eddie to his van. He looked down at his feet, fiddling with his keys.

“Hey, um, this may be out of left field and let me know if it’s too much, okay?” Eddie waited for Steve to nod. “Do you want to come to my uncle’s with me tomorrow night? It’s just the two of us and he always volunteers to work the holiday. But we do a thing, you know. A-and he’s always bugging me to bring someone.”

Steve blinked. “Would it have to be a fake date? I’m not as skilled at that as you are.”

“No, I mean, it wouldn’t- god I suck. I’m actually asking, like for real. If that’s okay? Just be you. And I’ll just be me.”

“That’s very okay. I’d really like that.” He couldn’t hold back his smile. Taking the chance, he leaned in, Eddie meeting him in the middle to finally press their lips together.

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strangerstilinski · 23 days

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𝙞𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

word count: 2.5k warnings: none really, fluffy ending, steve is kind of a dick, mention of alcohol, gender neutral reader (pls let me know if i missed anything) based on that scene in tasm where peter spins gwen around to kiss her — with just a dash of enemies to lovers

It should go without saying that Steve Harrington is the bane of your goddamned existence. If the two of you aren't at each other's throats, it typically just means that you're both doing your best to pretend the other doesn't even exist.

And, sure, maybe it drives you a little bit insane that he seems to get along just fine with every person in your friend group except for you. It was like you pushed buttons that Steve wasn't even aware he had.

Nancy finds the whole thing amusing, says that Steve's clearly so in love with you that he doesn't know how to handle it. Eddie swears that Steve looks at you with hearts in his eyes, though any time you've caught his stare those ‘hearts’ tended to look a whole lot more like daggers. Argyle and Robin both insist that love and hate tread a very thin line, and eventually, a little push will have the two of you stumbling head over heels into each other's waiting arms. Johnathan tends to stay out of it, but then, he doesn't really need to say anything, because you've seen that look he gives you when he catches you looking a little too long at the moles dotted along the length of Steve's throat, or that stubborn lock of hair that tumbles over his brow bone, or the way his tongue pokes out and his eyes narrow cutely when he's concentrating-

You hate it. You hate Steve. Even now, you swear you hate him, regardless of the way you shamelessly ogle the curve of his bicep when he reaches across the back of the sofa to drape his arm loosely behind Robin's shoulders. You've accepted it. At this point, allowing yourself to admire his stupidly handsome physique was merely reparations for being forced to put up with him on a near-daily basis. Compensation for the never-ending bad attitude that he seemed to direct solely at you.

“Does anyone hear that?” Steve's voice speaks louder than your own suddenly, effectively cutting you off even though you'd been in the middle of a sentence. His eyes meet yours for just a brief second before his gaze is moving elsewhere, “It’s like, this annoying buzzing sound?” He's sitting up a little straighter following his interruption, brows drawing together like he's listening intently for something.

His sudden line of questioning has thoroughly derailed your train of thought. The longwinded story you'd been regaling to the group about a customer at work is cut short, the words dissolving on your tongue as your try to work out what on earth Steve is referring to. Until his interruption, you hadn't heard anything.

“What are you even talking abou-”

“There!” He cuts you off once more, “There it is again! Did you hear that, Robs?” The fingers he nudges into his best friend's ribs makes her squirm away with a deep laugh.

“Are you seriously implying that I'm the-”

“God, you are hearing that, right?” Steve interrupts with an irritatingly pleased grin on his face, “Like nails on a chalkboard-”

Though Robin's laughter isn't actually directed at you, your face burns hotly anyway. A pity-filled smile graces her lips when she meets your gaze after escaping the wrath of Steve's tickling, and the boy's chuckles of amusement only serve to make you grind your teeth together in irritation.

“Real mature, dickhead.” You snap, snatching up the beer you'd set down on the coffee table when Eddie had actually asked you about your day a few minutes before. “I was in the middle of a story.”

“Yeah, no offense, honey, but I don't think any of us were that invested hearing you talk about the ‘big tip’ that some douchebag with a hand tattoo left you.” Steve grumbled with a roll of his eyes, “If your stories weren't so boring, maybe we wouldn't all be sitting here hoping for a hole in the earth to open up under us just so we don't have to keep listening to-”

“Steve, c'mon man-” Eddie tries, though his voice is drowned out by your own.

“Jesus, do you have to be such an asshole all the time?” You snap in Steve's direction.

“I'm just saying,” Steve shrugged, “Probably the only reason he left such a big tip was because pulled the wrong bill out of his wallet. It sure as hell wasn't 'cause of your shining personality.”

“What, and just 'cause you're a jackass that means no man could ever possibly find me appealing?” You bite back.

“Yeah, well, your pretty face doesn't quite make up for your constant need for attention.”

“My need for attention?” You scoff incredilously, beer slamming back down onto the tabletop in front of you as the rest of your friends seem to fade even further into the background. “You're the one who can't stand when the focus is on me for ten fucking seconds.”

“Well I don't care if some prick hit on you at work-” Steve argues, “So, I guess, if that makes me an asshole-”

“It does, as a matter of fact,” You interrupt easily, “Because I'm constantly listening to you whine about your conquest of the week, and I'm able to do so without acting like a fucking-”

“Careful,” Steve hums, cocky little smirk reemerging on his lips, “You're sounding a little jealous, there, honey.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“'S my house,” He returns just as quickly, “How 'bout you fuck off.”

The blood in your veins is full of fire. Your face is burning with rage and your eyes prickle traitorously with frustrated tears, because that customer from your story? That was the highlight of your day, because the rest of it had been a fucking disaster.

You'd slipped on freshly mopped floors and dropped an entire table's drink orders. You'd been forced to finish your shift with sticky, soda pop-soaked socks squelching wetly in your shoes with every step. Your boss had given you shit, even though it was one of your coworkers who had failed to put out the wet floor sign in the first place. You'd burned yourself on a hotplate, twice. And then, after all that, you'd had no choice but to take an ice-cold shower before heading over to Steve's house, because the hot water heater in your decrepit apartment building was apparently broken. Again.

“Y'know what? Fine.”

You're already rising to your feet, wiping the palms of your hands down your jeans to dry the lingering condensation from your beer. You blink furiously to push back the tears that had been pooling at your waterline, shaking your head at the ridiculousness of the turn in your evening.

“Wha-” Steve is watching you with something like concern in his eyes now, “Wh-Where're you goin'?”

“I'm leaving,” You announce, gaze steadfastly avoiding where Steve has removed his arm from around Robin's shoulders so he can sit at the edge of the couch, like he's planning to rise to his own feet at any moment. “I, um. I'll talk to you guys later.”

There are protests from everyone, but you don't bear them any mind. You're already turning on your heel and moving toward the entryway with hurried steps. The front door slams shut behind you before you've even gotten your jacket all the way on. You've still got one arm still struggling to find the hole of your sleeve when you hear the door swing back open behind you.

“Hey! Wait up.”

Steve's voice does make you slow where you've begun to move down the driveway, though you don't turn around. Your steps finally come to a stop when he calls out to you again.

“C'mon, honey wait, wait, wait-”

You blow out a frustrated breath as he finally catches up with you, your arms crossing over your chest like that might somehow put up a physical barrier between the two of you.

“I really don't want to do this with you, Harrington. Alright?” An air of defeat laces your words, one hand coming up to rub at the headache that’s begun to pulse between your brows, “Just.. Not tonight.”

You move to step around him and the heel of your boots click against the pavement once, twice. But then something hooks into the belt loop on your jeans and you're tugged back around. You lose your footing at the unexpected shift in momentum, knees wobbling unsteadily for just a moment before you're twirled back around to face him and then your palms are meeting a firm chest.

The adrenaline has your brain whiting out for just a moment, any and all thoughts screeching to a halt. There’s warmth seeping into your palms from beneath Steve’s tshirt. The racing of your own heart in your ears drowns out the distant sound of laughter and the opening trailers of a movie rental coming from inside. Your eyes are level with his chin, wide gaze locked on his lips as they quirk up at one corner with his gentle smirk. You’re still standing pigeon-toed between his own larger feet, a little off balance but held firmly in place by the wide hand splayed across your waist.

“I'm sorry.” Steve says quietly.

It’s only been a second or two since he dragged you back into his space, and to your surprise, his head dips, just a fraction. Steve brushes his nose against your own, a gentle stroke that sends butterflies in your stomach fluttering wildly. The cool mint clinging to his breath fans out over your face smelling of the gum he’s always chewing and smacking obnoxiously, but the scent this close is intoxicating. The hand he brings up to cradle your jaw is intoxicating. The loose flap of leather on his watch that tickles at the side of your throat. The way he’s leaning in-

The passion he kisses you with, from the moment your lips touch, is intoxicating. It's all-encompassing. You can’t think, and you’re not sure you’re even breathing, but his lips are moving in unhurried synchronization with your own. Your knees are weak. You’re gripping the material of his shirt in your fists just for something to hold onto, but Steve’s arm is curled tight around the curve in your spine now to hold you steady.

His tongue brushes against your lips, licking softly at the seam of your mouth like he's asking for permission. The desperate sound that crawls up your throat at just that quick brush of his tongue nestles in the depths of Steve's brain where he files it away for later. He hitches his arm even tighter at your waist, pulling your stomachs flush until your chest heaves against his own.

Your head is a little fuzzy when your lips separate long enough for you to take a breath, and you’re gasping comically in an effort to fill your lungs. Steve’s quiet chuckle meets your ears, his hand sliding back from your jaw to cup the back of your neck.

“You kissed me.” The words fall from your lips in a whisper of disbelief. Your eyes are still closed, lashes fluttering against the tops of your cheeks. You’re terrified if you open them even a crack, the entire scene will suddenly fade away around you like some kind of dream. The airy cadence of your voice is partially due to your surprise, but also thanks to the far-too-easy grace with which you've been spun and manhandled and swept entirely off your feet.

“I did,” Steve agrees just as quietly, “I did do that.”

His forehead meets your own as your eyes flutter open and he simply holds you there for a moment, nose dragging across your cheek before he presses another quick kiss to your lips. His head tilts, thumb stroking soft over the side of your throat before his mouth finds yours again, and again. These kisses are different — casual, tender, sweet and unhurried. Like he’s kissing you just because he can.

“You-” Is all you manage to get out before your words are silenced by his lips slotting between your own, but you carry on with barely a pause as you click apart once again, “Y'r still doing it.”

“Mhm.” He hums easily, the sound rumbling beneath your hands on his chest.

“Why-”

Kiss.

“Are you-”

Kiss.

“Kissing me?”

Steve’s breath mingles hotly with your own in the narrow breadth of space between your parted lips, “D’you want me to stop?”

“No. Hell no.”

And there's that perfect smile of his. Straight teeth make an appearance as his lips quirk up at the corner, a breathy spearmint scented laugh that sounds a little too relieved for the casual coolness that he's clearly trying to give off. His mouth opens like he's going to say something, but no words seem to come. Lips parted, throat bobbing as he swallows around the heavy silence weighing down his tongue.

He looks so pretty like this, you think. The light shining above your heads catches in his brown eyes, caramel sparking with flecks of gold and green that you've never noticed before, but you're sure you'll never be able to forget the sight of it now. You're still sharing breaths, faces so close that you can't avoid watching the way his full lashes blink at you dumbly. As if he isn't the one who spun you around and pulled you close and effortlessly gave you the best kiss of your entire life. As if, maybe, he didn't quite expect to make it this far, and now he's at a loss for how to proceed.

You release his shirt from your fist, the fabric crinkled and stretched with how tight you'd been gripping it, only to slide your hand up the back of his neck. The tip of his nose catches the bottom of your own, lips brushing faintly while your hand finds a new home in his hair. The soft strands tangle between your fingers when you give it a gentle tug and push up on your toes to draw yourself impossibly closer.

“If I'd known kissing you was all it took to shut you up, Harrington, I would've done it ages ago.” Your quip lacks its usual bite, but it breaks the silence between you, and it also seems to break Steve out of whatever spell he'd fallen under.

His tongue pokes out to wet his lips as he searches for an appropriate response, “Maybe we'll just have to keep kissing then.”

You find yourself swaying just a little on your feet at the way his eyes flick slow back and forth between your own, “Maybe we will.”

When his lips descend on your own again, it takes ages before he lets you back up for a decent breath of air, and even then he parts from you with obvious reluctance. You're both breathing heavy, lips a little swollen and shining wetly. Steve's expression has a warmth that you realize you've never actually seen directed at you before. Steve smiles at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and suddenly all you can think about is what Eddie has said a hundred times over.

It’s like there are hearts in his eyes.

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dearharriet · 4 months

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I Want Your Video; Steve Harrington x Reader 📼

summary: steve always takes care of you on a night out.

word count: 1.4K

warnings: drinking, smoking, swearing, fem!reader, fluff

a/n: inspired by a djo song with the same title. i’m such a sucker for steve <3

“I ‘ave to go t’the bathrooom,” you tell Steve, holding tight to the hot skin of his bicep. In a drunken stupor, your thumb swipes sweetly over it once, unable to resist.

His other arm, the one you’re not holding to, has your clutch tucked under it. It’s unclear if he’s being gentlemanly or if he’s monitoring your intake. He certainly didn’t take Nancy’s or Robin’s. Or Argyle’s belly bag.

“‘Kay, be safe,” Steve says, patting your elbow. He looks a touch hot, red-cheeked and a little damp around the edges. Dancing must’ve made a mess of you if he looks so disheveled from just standing and talking. You furrow your brows.

“Come with me?” Pouting, your grip slides down to take his hand, but he pulls away.

“Uh—maybe Nance or Rob should do that.”

He says it like such a request is verboten. You look back towards Nance and Robin, relentlessly moving on the dance floor.

“They won’t go with meeee—“ you whine, and then simper when he sighs in defeat.

Steve steers you toward the stairwell that leads down to the toilets. While you weave through the crowds, he stays behind you, a steadying force at your back.

The stairwell is much cooler than the bar. It’s a relief to suck in air that’s not muggy with sweat and beer. At the bottom of the dingey stairs a couple is draped over one another talking closely, and nearer to the bathroom there’s a trio of people sharing a smoke and waiting. Steve and you take up residence just next to them. The concrete wall is cooling on your hot back and it elicits a sigh.

“Having fun?” Steve asks, facing you with his arms crossed and a shoulder leant on the wall. Your clutch is shoved in his front pocket like a miniature Bible.

“Uh-huh.” You nod with exaggerated windedness. “Wish you’d dance with me, though.”

The bathroom door clicks open and a guy comes out, nodding awkwardly at all seven heads turned his way. The queue dwindles to three again—plus Steve, who is smiling at you apologetically.

“Nah, you wouldn’t wanna see me dance. I tend to intimidate people with how skilled I am.”

A laugh bubbles out of you. “Ohhh, right,” you nod. “Must be hard, having all that talent. And you’re s’busy keepin’ me sober.” You speak so fast the words slur on the way out, and Steve chuckles teasingly.

“I’m doin’ a shit job, aren’t I? You’re in a state already.” He reaches out and brushes your arm when he says this, his knuckles leaving goosebumps behind them. When he pulls his hand back he’s grown more sincere. “Who said I’m keeping you sober? I’ve let you drink all you want.”

“You let me,” you tease, “But you’re keeping my wallet. And you’ve been watching me all night.”

“Yeah, well.” He looks defensive. “Someone’s gotta have your back.”

The bathroom door opens again, and the line shrinks even more. You pick the conversation right back up.

“What ‘bout Nance and Rob? And the guys?” Turning toward Steve, your arms cross so you’re mirroring him. “They’ve all got their wallets.”

“They’ve got each other, too.” Steve playfully swings at your shoulder, and you take the hit willingly. “Who’s got you, huh, rockstar?”

A smile splits your face with glee at the nickname. You step closer and you’re about to answer—you, you’ve got me—when Steve clears his throat.

You frown, and Steve smiles, juts his chin toward the bathroom door. It’s empty, you realize, and Steve and you are alone. It seems the third member of the bathroom trio was only company, like Steve.

“You know what to do,” Steve mutters, and you reluctantly peel away from the wall.

“Oh, wait!” You whip around and offer a hand out for your wallet. Steve gives it over wordlessly, and then you’re locking the door behind you.

As suspected, you look a mess. Your hair is frizzed and a touch tangled. Dark mauve eyeliner has smoked itself out—all over your undereye—and your cheeks are red and dampened with sweat.

Despite it all, you feel good. You brought your clutch so you could touch up your lipstick, and you do, but you don’t need to. It’s almost like what Steve said; You’re a rockstar. You look like one, anyway.

After washing your hands, the only thing you do to your appearance is fluff your hair up even more, playing up this smudged version of your original look.

It feels impossibly easy to grin at Steve once you emerge from the bathroom. Steve laughs.

“Why do I feel like you got more drunk while you were in there?”

You tighten your smile primly. “Not drunker, just better looking.”

Steve pulls his brows together almost painfully, his features unreadable. You saunter over to him anyways, stepping into his bubble. His full back is pressed to the wall now, a leg kicked up, and you’re as close as you can get without being thigh-to-knee. Steve’s nervous eyes scan you.

“Want me to take that?” Steve points to your clutch. You nod, but ignore the hand he has waiting for you. Feeling bold, you reach around him and tuck it into his back pocket. Your chests meet, and then crush closer as you both gasp. Pulling away feels suddenly impossible, so you don't, and Steve doesn’t make you. He licks his lips.

“Y’didn’t lock the door,” he mumbles, but your brain jumbles as his hand smooths over your ribs.

“Hmm?” You can’t be bothered with words, feeling more intoxicated by his touch than the three drinks in your system.

Steve rubs a small circle over your side. “The bathroom door,” he says softly, “it stayed on vacant the whole time.”

Oh, yeah. It had. Your mouth pops open, and then you shoot him a wry grin.

“Whoops.”

Steve’s responding head shake is exasperated but fond.

“You trust me too much,” he sighs.

It’s not a joke. A string of insecurity holds the sentence together, and you know what it is. It’s easy to see that he knows, too. Moving closer, committing to the embrace you’ve found yourself in, you pin Steve with a sincere stare.

“Do I?” It’s excessively rhetorical, stilling any rebuttal he has. Steve purses his lips together, and then glances at yours. You toe up ever so slightly, in anticipation. Both of Steve’s hands are on you now, though they’re holding your arms, keeping you at bay.

“We can’t,” Steve whispers, glancing at the stairwell, and you realize the bar is still upstairs with all of your friends. They’d probably come looking soon, vying for another round, another dance. You look to the stairwell too, and then to the other side of the hall, and back to Steve.

“Yet here we are.” The murmur is sultry, luring Steve closer, tempting his hand to wind into the soft hair at the nape of your neck.

“Here we are,” Steve repeats, and then your lips are abruptly too occupied by his to respond.

Steve’s hand that’s not gripping your neck winds over your shoulders, keeping you close. His nose crushes to your cheek as he drags his mouth over yours again and again.

A part of you—the same part that’s observing how good of a kisser he is—can’t believe you’re mouth to mouth with the Steve Harrington from high school. The other half, probably the truer half, knows it’s been a long time coming. Years of patching up and skirting around each other, protecting each other because you had to, and now taking care of each other because you wanted to. Because no one else would.

When you separate, you’re both breathless and effervescent. Steve is staring at you like you hung the moon.

“You’re so beautiful,” he coos, his thumb caressing the rosy apple of your cheek. Steve has a way of marrying sincerity and charm, and it needles at your heart ruthlessly.

You beam and kiss him again as a thank you.

“Think you might be glowing,” he continues, speaking right into your mouth. His teeth clack against yours as the kiss grows too smiley for its own good.

“You look pretty, too,” you goad, tracing his lips. “Cherry’s a good look on you.”

Steve pinches his brow and then notices your smeared lipstick.

“Aw, come on.”

You laugh and help him wipe it off, but when you return to the bar later, Argyle still complements Steve’s beautiful makeup.

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My Girl Part 1 (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: swearing

Synopsis: When Mike visits El and the Byers in California, the last person he expected to meet was Eddie’s girlfriend, who apparently exists.

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I was originally gonna call this one “The Dungeon Mistress” but that sounded WAY kinkier than I wanted it to be

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The Byers got back to theirs after meeting Mike at the airport. El had been talking excitedly about her plan for the day non stop and everyone but Mike was ready to get out.

Jonathan took the keys to the front door out of his pocket and began walking up the pathway, the rest of the gang behind him. He spotted his neighbour sitting on her porch and waved.

“Hey Y/N!” He greeted. She looked up from playing her bass and smiled.

“Oh hey guys!” Mike squinted at her as they walked. Something about her vibe seemed strangely familiar. He just couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Hey El who’s that?” He asked, leaning closer to his girlfriend.

“Y/N. She’s our neighbour. She’s really cool.”

“Jonathan and Argyle hang out with her a lot.” Will added. “They pretty much just get high in Jonathan’s room. But yeah like El said, she’s cool.”

“You still up to come round mine later?” The bass player asked the older kids.

“Yeah we just gotta drop Will, Jane and Mike off at the roller rink.” Jonathan replied. That’s when Y/N noticed the unfamiliar face. El linked arms with him and pulled him forward.

“Y/N this is my boyfriend Mike! He’s visiting us for a couple days.” She explained excitedly. Mike waved. Y/N smiled and got up, holding her bass in one hand as she walked over. That’s when Mike saw her shirt.

The Hellfire Club.

He stared in shock and confusion. How the hell did she have that?? It looked faded and worn out. Way older than the one he had. But it was definitely the shirt.

“Hey nice to meet you!” Y/N greeted. She noted the odd look she was getting. “You okay there bud?” She asked, tilting her head slightly.

“W-Where did you get your shirt?” Mike asked, pointing. Y/N looked down at her outfit.

“My shirt? I made it when I was a freshman in high school.”

“… no you didn’t.” Mike stated. Y/N pulled a face.

“Yeah? I did? I designed it too. It was for a club me and my boyfriend were starting-“

“Boyfriend?” Mike repeated in disbelief. No. She couldn’t be. He couldn’t have. No way.

“Yeah it was a-“

“A D&D club?” Y/N stopped.

“How did you?…” Her eyes widened. “Where are you from Mike?”

“Hawkins, Indiana.”

“NO FUCKING WAY!” She screamed and jumped. Pointing at him as she came back down. “You go to my old high school???”

“Yeah!! And I’m in the Hellfire club!!!” Mike matched her energy. Y/N looked at the Byers family.

“Why did you guys never tell me you were from Hawkins too???”

“You never asked!” Jonathan spluttered. They all seemed too shocked to properly speak.

“Wait. You dated Eddie Munson???” Mike asked, pulling a face.

“Dude I still do!”

“What?!” Mike exclaimed, making Y/N laugh.

“Wow great to know he talks about me then.” She said sarcastically. She looked back at El. “Jane I’m borrowing your boyfriend for a minute!”

“Where are we going?” Mike asked. Y/N grabbed his wrist.

“Come here kid.”

She led him inside her house and to her room. Mike had never seen Eddie’s place but he wouldn’t be surprised if it looked exactly like Y/N’s. Dark, messy, walls covered in band posters.

Y/N hung her bass back on her wall. Kissing her fingers and gliding them across the strings before going to kneel by her bed. She pulled out a shoe box from underneath and lifted the lid. Mike sat on the floor with her as she began to go through the pieces of paper inside.

“I moved to Cali for college last year. I’m lucky my uncle lives here so I don’t have to worry about housing. Eddie and I have been sending each other letters since I left Hawkins. Here.”

Y/N began handing them from the box to Mike as she continued to look through them all.

Mike took the letters and started reading. They were all from Eddie, dates going back over the past two years. He got to the one at the end of the pile. The paper was crumpled and torn in places. He could just about read it.

My girl, Y/N.

You don’t know this yet but I’m writing this before you’ve even left. You’re actually next to me right now, taking a nap. We’re in my van, AC/DC is playing. It’s your favourite song, you know the one.

I’m gonna miss this. I’m gonna miss this so much. We’re not even doing anything and I am having the best time of my life.

What am I actually gonna do when you’re gone?? I have no idea.

I promise I’ll keep Hellfire alive and continue to give the freshman nerds somewhere where they belong. I promise to use all the notes you’ve given me for our campaign. You were always the better DM. I promise to keep playing guitar so we can jam again when you come back. The band’s not gonna be the same without you.

Nothing’s gonna be the same without you.

Once I graduate, I’m running like hell outta Hawkins and straight to you.

Wait for me. I love you.

Eddie

“Wow. I had no idea Eddie could be so sappy.” Mike chuckled.

“That boy is full of surprises.” Y/N said with a loving smile. “So how’s my weirdo doing? Does he still jump up on the tables at lunch and yell things?”

“Yeah, yeah he does.” Mike chuckled again.

“Well it was much more annoying when it was both of us up there and we’d be dancing from table to table.”

“Eddie dances?” Mike asked in disbelief.

“Only with me.” Y/N shrugged. “We’d do anything to piss off those jocks. They hated us way before we did any of that shit anyway.”

“Yeah sounds about right.” Mike nodded. “This guy Jason is the worst.”

“Jason Carver?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah you know him?”

“Yeah I know the little shit. He acts like he’s king of the fuckin’ world. I bet he’s worse now that he’s a senior. He had this girlfriend, Chrissy, sweet little thing. Way too good for him.”

“They’re still dating.” Y/N made a disgusted noise as Mike handed her the letters back. She took out a Polaroid from the box before placing the letters down. She smiled at it fondly then handed it to Mike.

The photo was of her and Eddie at her graduation. Eddie was grinning as Y/N’s arms were wrapped around him, kissing his cheek. Mike turned it over to read the message on the back.

You get the fuck outta here and never look back. I’m right behind ya babe.

Mike suddenly felt a twinge of sadness.

“Y/N?” He said.

“Yeah?”

“When’s the last time you were in Hawkins?”

“The day after that picture was taken.”

“Wha- really? So you haven’t been back to visit in the last year and a half??” Y/N shrugged.

“We always planned to get out of that shitty town and never go back. Besides, plane tickets aren’t cheep. The only reason I’m even in California is because my Uncle said he would look after me.” Mike could see she was sad too, really.

“… don’t you miss him?”

“More than anything in the world.” Y/N said softly. She looked over that the calendar hanging on her wall. “Mike, when are you going back home?”

“Next Saturday.” Y/N got up and looked closer at the dates. She mumbled to herself.

“Well I don’t have anything due around that time… and I’ve got some money saved up…fuck it.” She turned back around. “You wanna see Eddie loose his collective shit?”

Mike grinned, standing back up.

“Uh yeah?” He replied, like she even had to ask that question.

“Well then, I’ve got a plane ticket to buy.”

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Dirty Words

Steve Harrington X Eddie Munson

Summary: Steve gives Eddie a lesson on dirty talk, but things start to get carried away.

Word Count: 10.2K

Chapters: 1 of 1

Content Warning: Explicit m/m sexual content including dirty talk, masturbation, hand jobs, spit and cum as lube, allusions to anal sex, scent kink, spit kink, multiple orgasms, and oral sex. Excessive swearing. Recreational drug use and drinking. This post includes explicit sexual content, foul language, and sensitive themes. It is intended for those 18 and older ONLY. I am not responsible for the media you consume.

Disclaimer: All characters in my fics engaging in sexual acts are—and always will be—18 or older, even if not explicitly stated.

DIRTY WORDS

Eddie is feeling all floaty and shit. The weed Argyle gave him really is better than the skunkweed he’s been peddling in alleyways since he was sixteen years old. Not that he’ll ever admit to it. Definitely a fact he’ll take to his grave.

But for now, Eddie has the weekend off from his new, lousy day job that Steve and (mostly) Robin managed to bag him at Family Video. To be honest, it had been a last resort. But turns out, business is shit after he fucking finally graduated high school. And now—cherry on top!—he’ll have to figure out how to file taxes and shit. Welcome to the corporate world.

With a sigh, Eddie takes another drag from the perfectly rolled joint that he made himself. Argyle can’t top him on that, at least.

Eddie giggles to himself. Top him. Shit, Argyle could top him if he really wanted to, considering how fucking pent up—

The phone rings, making Eddie jump a good six inches from the sunken couch cushion he’s lounging on. He scrambles to a sitting position, and then lifts himself onto his legs that only slightly wobble like a newborn giraffe underneath him. He runs to the yellowing, plastic phone that’s hung up on his uncle’s trailer’s wall, hoping that maybe it’s the guy Eddie’s been fooling around with on the other end of the line. Maybe he could try the whole phone sex thing. Again. And not fuck it up this time.

“Hello?”

“Eddie?” Steve asks, voice all staticky through the speakers. “Why does it sound like you just ran a marathon, dude?”

Eddie realises he’s panting. He’s not sure if it’s from the short dash to the telephone, or if it’s because his blood was rushing to his cock for a minute there instead of his lungs.

Either way, he should probably consider going for a jog once in a while or something. It’s kind of sad that he’s winded.

“Shut up, man,” he says. “Maybe I was running a marathon. You’d never know.”

“I do know. It’ll be a cold day in Hell when you decide to exercise willingly. The sun will be rising in the West. The sky will be green and the grass will be blue when Eddie Munson runs a marathon.”

“You forgot when pigs fly.” Eddie scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. He nearly drops the phone that’s wedged between his ear and his shoulder. “Did you call to talk about my general lack of fitness, or is there another reason you called, Harrington?”

“I’m bored,” Steve whines. The phone line crackles. Eddie can only assume Steve is, like, laying in bed or something.

Laying in bed, in those navy blue sheets. Shirtless. Maybe fresh out of the shower. A little wet still, his hair sticking up around his head—

No. Nope.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and tries to will away the next image (a towel slipping away from Steve’s hips), because three months ago he made a rule for himself. No more fantasising about Steve goddamn Harrington.

It had been becoming nearly impossible to look the other man in the eye after some of the things Eddie imagined doing with him.

Steve continues on, completely unaware of Eddie’s wandering mind. “Robin is working tonight and tomorrow so she can’t hang.”

“Glad to know I’m your second choice,” Eddie teases.

“No! No, I would have called you either way.”

“Sure you would have.”

Eddie smiles to himself. He’s not actually miffed. He and Steve have become way closer than he would have ever imagined possible. It started when Robin would ask him to hang out, and then she’d invite him along with her and Steve, and then somehow he and Steve just started hanging out alone. And it wasn’t even all that awkward.

Turns out Eddie is cooler than Steve thought, and Steve is more of a loser than Eddie thought.

“Eddie,” Steve groans. And Eddie tries not to be perverted about how good it sounds. “Come on, dude. Let’s hang out.”

“Can’t, man,” Eddie says. “I’m busy.”

“What? No you’re not. It’s nine at night and you’re at home. I also know Wayne works a double, so he won’t be back until tomorrow night.”

“It’s weird that you know my uncle’s schedule.”

“No it’s not; he works the same shifts every week. Point is, I know you’re alone. Unless you have other friends that I don’t know about?”

“I do have other friends!” (Not really. Just a guy Eddie’s made out with a couple times in the city, and the members of Corroded Coffin who’re away for the summer.)

“Oh.” Steve goes quiet for a moment, and Eddie feels like he won. But then, “Well, are they over right now?”

“No, but—”

“Then you’re not busy! I can bring movies. I have Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, and Wildcats—”

“What makes you think I want to watch a sports movie?”

“And Labyrinth.”

Eddie’s jaw clenches. Shit, he loves David Bowie, and he hasn’t been able to get his hands on a copy yet. But he also knows Steve won’t just return the movie before Eddie has the chance to see it, because Steve isn’t mean like that. Not like Eddie is.

“I’m busy.”

“Doing what?”

“Getting high and being alone!” And jerking off for the next hour and a half to see how many times he can make himself come before it becomes unbearable.

Eddie doesn’t add that last point, for obvious reasons.

“I like getting high. Please, Eddie? I’m so bored. And my house is empty and quiet, and you know how I get nightmares when—”

“Okay! Okay, oh my god, fine. You’re so whiny.” Eddie had no idea Steve was such a beggar. He kind of likes it. “But you have to bring beer as payment. Afterhours fee.”

“Yes,” Steve says, sounding like he’s doing something dorky like punching the air. “Beer it is. See you soon.”

“Hey, Harrington, can you give me, like—” half an hour, Eddie wants to say. But the line goes dead.

He wonders if he can manage to pump one out before Steve gets to the trailer. And the thing is, his dick is harder than he’d like to admit after hearing Steve’s voice. So he’s going to try.

Eddie runs to his room, pulls down his flannel pants so the elastic sits taut under his balls. He doesn’t bother laying in his bed; he just sits on the edge of it, facing his mirror, watching as he fists his own cock and gives it a few tugs. It’s not a narcissism thing, Eddie just likes the visual. Likes to imagine it’s someone else’s hand, or someone else’s cock. Likes to see the tip of it, shiny and red, as his foreskin pulls down his shaft to expose it.

He wonders if Steve is cut or not.

Fuck—no. No, no, no.

Eddie shouldn’t be thinking about Steve, he should be thinking about the guy from the bar. About how hard his dick had been, pressing into Eddie’s hip as they made out against the wall in the alleyway.

Yeah. Yeah, okay, that’s doing something…

Eddie watches as his hand pumps over his cock, watches as it starts to strain, the veins popping from the skin as he builds himself up. He squeezes hard around the crown. It only gives a little under the pressure, considering how hard he is, but it makes his dick offer up a pearl of precum that he gathers and spreads around the slit. When he lifts his thumb away, a sticky string connects his hand between his legs.

He likes the way that looks. He likes when things start to get messy. He wonders if he’ll ever get to see the guy from the bar’s cock like this, if he also likes to play with cum and spit.

If Steve ever plays with cum and spit when he’s on his own, like Eddie does. He wonders how Steve touches himself, what he likes, what he doesn’t like, what sounds he makes, what face he makes…

Oh fuck, oh fuck. Yeah, that’s fucking good.

Okay. Okay it’s fine, Eddie will just think about Steve one more time, and then he’ll for sure stop doing it. Just this one more time…

A jolt travels from Eddie’s cock into the tight muscles of his stomach as he imagines Steve’s face all twisted up in pleasure. Those strong thighs bracketing Eddie’s head as he sucks back little dribbles of salty white that leak out of Steve. His nose brushing against a mound of dark hair that Eddie just knows would grow thick around the base of Steve’s cock; little curls that smell like honey and almond soap, because Steve uses the expensive shit.

Jesus Christ. What he wouldn’t give to go down on Steve, just once. Just one time.

Eddie’s mouth waters as his hand flies harder, faster. He’s so fucking close. Just a quick, dirty orgasm before Steve comes over. Steve. Fuck, yes, Steve—

There’s a loud knock on Eddie’s front door.

No! Shitshitshit. He just needs two more minutes. Maybe not even that, just one—

“Eddie?” Steve’s voice is muffled beyond the walls of the trailer. Eddie almost considers letting him wait outside while he finishes up, but he can hear Steve’s footsteps getting closer to his bedroom window.

A rock hits the glass and shocks Eddie enough that it sets him back. Now it would definitely take the full two minutes.

“Shit! Goddamn fucking Harrington—” Eddie stands from the mattress and releases his cock from the death grip he had on it. It bobs between his legs, so fucking stiff that there’s no way it’s going away on its own anytime soon. “One sec!”

Eddie has no choice but to tuck his cock into the waistband of his pants. The tip pokes up under his navel, like it’s staring angrily at him for not finishing the job he started. It’s throbbing, and leaking, and getting the fabric it’s tucked into all damp.

“Same,” he mumbles to his dick as he grabs a longer t-shirt and pulls it over his head.

Another rock smacks against his window.

“Coming!” Well, he was about to anyway.

He doesn’t jog to greet Steve, because he doesn’t want to risk his dick slipping from its hiding spot. That is a conversation Eddie wants to avoid.

When he opens the front door, Steve has another rock in his hand, aimed towards Eddie’s window.

“You better not throw that, Harrington.”

Steve’s head whips around. His eyes are full of mischief, a small smile on his lips. His hair is freshly washed and styled, just like Eddie suspected. And his outfit is positively sinful (if you’re horny like Eddie is). Grey sweatpants and a plain white tee, which Eddie thinks is the guy version of lingerie.

Totally unfair, especially when Eddie would just like if his dick would go soft again.

“Why did you take so long, dude? Your trailer park is scary in the dark.”

Eddie gawks at Steve. “You’ve literally fought monsters and a dark wizard in an alternate dimension, and you think my trailer park is scary?”

“Yeah.” Steve points over his shoulder to a mobile home down the lane. “There was an old dude watching me from his window.”

“Mr. Jackson?” Eddie tilts his head, sees the curtains ruffling as his neighbour draws them back. “He’s… mostly harmless. I think.”

“You think?” Steve flings up Eddie’s steps and quickly locks the door behind him.

“Totally. I mean, besides the shotgun he keeps next to his couch. But that’s reserved exclusively for handsome young men that come around the trailer park after nine PM.” Eddie checks his watch, gasps in mock fear, widens his eyes, and peers out of the window behind Steve’s head. “That means you’re not safe! I think—I think I hear him loading the gun!”

Steve grabs Eddie’s arm, just for a second, as he cranes his head to look out the window. When Eddie’s sarcasm finally sinks in, he lets go and punches him (a little too hard) where his hand had been. “You’re such a dick.”

“I think that was kind of a compliment,” Eddie says, rubbing at the place where he would surely bruise. “I did say you were handsome.”

Steve flops down on Eddie’s couch and tosses a bag full of VHS tapes and a six pack onto the ground by his feet. He leans back, like he’s making a point, flourishing his hand over the length of his body with the most disgustingly sexy lazy smile on his face. “Yeah, well, that’s common knowledge.”

Jesus.

Eddie looks down to make sure his cock is still out of sight. He can feel it pulse between his legs as he hears Steve’s voice, sees how he stretches on the sofa. But thank God, he’s still tucked away and Steve should be none the wiser.

He takes his place next to Steve—makes sure his shirt drapes loose enough around him that it hides how hard he is.

He wonders if blue balls are a real thing. Will Eddie have severe health defects if he doesn’t come? Will his boner go away on its own?

Questions that he’ll find out sooner or later, he supposes.

“Little full of yourself, are you, Harrington?”

Steve sighs. “Not at all. It’s actually hard work being this gorgeous. You would know.”

Eddie feels his cocky expression fall from his face.

Did Steve just call him gorgeous? Or did Eddie totally misinterpret his words? He blushes and figures it’s better to be safe than be sorry. “Sure,” is all he replies with.

“So,” Steve says casually, “where’s this weed I’ve been hearing so much about?”

Eddie smiles, big and sweet, and points towards his bedroom where he left the joint to fizzle out in an ashtray before he molested himself. “Be a dear and go grab it from my nightstand?”

The truth is, Eddie’s pretty sure the tip of his dick slipped from under the elastic of his pants when he sat down. Miraculously, he thinks it’s starting to deflate by the teensiest fraction, but it would still basically slap Harrington in the face if he tried to stand.

Which—good thing or bad thing? Eddie isn’t sure. That would all have to do with Steve’s reaction. But he’s not willing to find out.

Steve rolls his eyes but gets up like a good little boy to fetch the ashtray. He brings it and the lighter to the coffee table where Eddie had been smoking before.

Fifteen minutes later, Eddie is back in his floaty state with a beer between his legs instead of a hard on. Turns out, stiffies don’t actually last forever if you don’t let yourself come. It’s just very, very frustrating.

“You up for another beer?” Steve asks slowly, reaching into the bag to grab two bottles. His eyes are glazed and blown, and Eddie thinks he looks totally fucked up already. It’s hilarious.

“Yeah, I’m down.”

Steve hands Eddie a new PBR, and his eyes do this little flare thing that makes him look adorable. “Woah.”

“Woah what?” Eddie asks, popping the cap and replacing his empty bottle with the new one.

“Being up for something and being down for something mean the same thing, even though they’re the opposites. I just realised that.”

Eddie smiles against the lip of the bottle, feeling the glass clink against his teeth. “Shit, man, you’re so high.”

“Am not.” Steve honest to God giggles as he makes eye contact with Eddie. “Okay. Maybe a little.”

“I’m glad you came over, Harrington,” says Eddie after a beat. “Better than another night alone.”

Steve opens his mouth, like he’s about to say something, but he’s cut off by the sound of the telephone ringing.

Both men turn their heads to stare at the wall phone, but Eddie doesn’t make a move to stand up to actually answer.

Because, for some reason, his mind is suddenly going a million miles a minute.

He knows it’s not his uncle calling in the middle of work, and he knows it’s obviously not Steve. The chances that it’s Robin are slim to none because her shift doesn’t end for another half hour. Gareth and Jeff are away with their respective families.

So the most logical answer to who’s calling after dark, would be the guy from the bar.

And the thing is, Eddie doesn’t want to raise questions. Isn’t sure if he’s capable of thinking of a good enough excuse as to who it was or why he’s calling. Yeah, he could probably have at least answered and told Bar-Guy to call back tomorrow, that he has company, but his brain isn’t thinking fast enough. So he just kind of… stares at the phone as it rings.

“I’ll get it,” Steve says after a few seconds, and suddenly he’s standing from the couch and reaching for the telephone—

“No!” Eddie pounces, because that’s even worse than if Eddie just answers the damn phone himself. He flounders towards Steve, grabbing the outstretched hand, stopping it from curling around the phone. “Stop! Stop—just let it ring!”

Steve gawks at him, but holds his hands in surrender in front of his chest.

The phone rings one more time, and then the kitchenette goes quiet.

Eddie heaves a sigh of relief, even though he probably just made more questions arise than he avoided by not picking up.

“What—what was that about?”

“Nothing,” Eddie huffs, dragging his feet back to the couch.

Steve follows closely behind. Just as Eddie flops onto the cushions, Steve is on top of him, tickling the shit out of Eddie’s arms, his sides, his stomach.

Eddie was not expecting anything like this—Steve’s hands all over him, his leg slung over Eddie’s to hold him down, the smell of Steve’s breath hitting his face. It’s not a bad smell, like freshly brushed teeth and beer and weed, and it’s warm, because their faces are so close together.

All Eddie can to is half-shriek-half-laugh, even as his mind muddles with confusion (and lust. Obviously).

“Tell me!” Steve commands, digging his fingers into Eddie’s neck, down his back, dangerously close to his thighs…

The boner that he just got rid of starts to fill out once more.

“Stop, dude!” Any sense of authority is lost under Eddie’s laughter that he can’t control. “No! Stop!”

“Come on, Munson. Spill the beans.”

Eddie tries flipping onto his stomach, but Steve follows him, blanketing over his back. The panes of his chest press behind Eddie, hard and warm, crowding him against the pillows. And there’s also friction.

Friction that could easily become a problem if Steve keeps goddamn moving against Eddie, making his hips rub against the couch—

“Okay! Uncle. Uncle!”

Eddie keeps panting face-down as Steve lifts himself away from his back.

“So?” Steve asks with a smile in his voice, triumphant from his win. An unhonourable win, as far as Eddie is concerned. Tickle torture is a serious offense. “What’s up your ass?”

Eddie snorts as he sits up, casually grabbing one of the throw cushions to hold against his lap.

Nothing, he wants to say. That’s the problem.

Instead, he just kind of adverts his gaze and goes for the truth.

“I’ve—kind of—been talking to…” this guy.

It’s not like Eddie has been hiding his sexuality from Steve, per se, but other dudes are way less accepting than girls about it. His first official ‘coming out’ had been to Robin (an obvious choice after she told him she’s a lesbian), and then to Nancy.

Apparently, Steve had been really cool when Robin told him she likes girls. But this is a different situation. Steve might be afraid that Eddie will, like, come on to him or something. Which… fair enough. Eddie probably would.

So, instead of finishing with the whole truth, he dampens it down a bit, and says, “Someone.”

“Oh. Shit.” Steve’s eyes do this thing where they drop to the floor, and then shoot sideways to Eddie, his eyebrows crumpled like a cartoon above his nose. He grabs the blunt, takes a deep drag. “That’s good though, right?”

Eddie shrugs. “Sure.”

“Sweet. So what’s the issue?”

All of it. Everything.

Because said guy lives all the way in Indianapolis—two hours away—and the only chance they have to communicate is through phone. Which, by proxy, means that the only times they can actually meet up is after a phone conversation.

Not to mention the fact that they aren’t, like, official—that they just made out a few times. Once outside of the bar, and a couple times in the back of Eddie’s van, which left him achingly hard when they parted ways.

This circles back to point number one about the phone conversations. They’re awkward. They don’t know each other well, don’t know what to talk about. Things don’t just flow naturally. Not like they do with—oh, say—Steve.

Maybe the worst part is that Eddie is a twenty-one-year-old man with raging hormones that—as much as he wishes otherwise—he cannot control. His self-discipline is basically nil. Nada. Zero. He’s fucking horny all the time.

So how is he supposed to deal with long-distance plus rare phone calls?!

Bingo. Yep. Phone sex. It’s the obvious answer, is it not?

So Eddie, like, tried.

And he thought it started well!

What are you wearing? Is that not fucking obvious where Eddie was headed? Is that not the exact line that they use in movies and shit? That’s what he said—What are you wearing?—and then he shoved his hand down his pants and waited for Bar-Guy to get into it, start saying something filthy into the speaker that would get Eddie going.

Maybe like… ‘Nothing at all,’ or, ‘tight boxers that show off my cock,’ or—fuck—'a towel slung low on my hips’. Something like that!

But all Eddie got was, “Uh—sweatshirt. Jeans. Why are you breathing hard?”

And then Eddie had said, “Just thinking about you,” with his low and gravelly voice, to help keep the conversation moving (again, he thinks this is pretty obvious and, like, at least a bit sexy).

Here’s the real kicker. The dude then said, “Are you… touching yourself?”

And it was not a sexy question. He sounded completely weirded out! Horrified! Disgusted!

So Eddie pulled his hand out of his pants and basically yelled, “No!”

Deny deny deny. Eddie is good at that shit.

The conversation had gone on to other things. Dinner plans, or something. Eddie didn’t really care. All he could think about was that this guy probably didn’t want to fuck him. They’d had the opportunity before, and it never progressed. And the thought of Eddie even fisting his own cock all but repulsed him.

Such a damn shame. Because Eddie is so desperate, so pent up, so sick of fucking his own hand, that he’s literally about to drill a hole in one of Uncle Wayne’s oranges and go to town until there’s nothing left but pulp.

Eddie doesn’t tell Steve any of this. He just groans really loud and buries his face in his hands, and says, “I don’t know!”

“C’mon, man. Something’s up. Out with it.” Steve waves his hand in encouragement, vaguely gesturing to the empty trailer and himself. “Safe space.”

Eddie peeks through his fingers at Steve, and he just looks so… genuinely curious. Like he actually wants to help, or at least hear, Eddie’s problems.

“Okay, fine.” Eddie snatches the joint from between Steve’s fingers and sucks it back like it’s water, keeping his gaze from Steve’s (beautiful) hazel eyes. “It’s just that I… I kind of made it awkward. Last time we talked on the phone. I tried to initiate… uh”—he clears his throat—“phone sex.”

Steve’s eyes go wide, his forehead crinkling with surprise. His lips are shiny and pink. But that second part doesn’t have anything to do with Steve’s expression—Eddie just happened to notice them.

“Fuck,” Steve says, leaning forward to set his bottle on the table in front of them. “Yeah. I’ve been there before, man. What happened?”

“What do you mean, what happened?”

“I don’t know. What did you say? I assume it didn’t go well considering how you’re all… tense and shit.”

“Tense and shit.” Eddie laughs once, then mumbles, “You have no idea.”

“It can’t be that bad,” Steve encourages.

“It’s not! I started with the classic, what are you wearing?” Eddie drops an octave, making fun of his attempt to sound hot. “And then I got an actual play by play of what they were wearing.”

Steve sits back and thinks about it for a minute—his legs splayed, and his arms crossed over his chest. “I think the issue with that is… it’s obvious, but it’s not sexy.”

“How is it not sexy, dude?” Eddie asks, exasperated. “It’s literally a steppingstone into, like, a form of sex!”

“Yeah, sure, but it doesn’t get you hot. You know?”

“No, Steve, I don’t know. Because I’m always hot. Someone could bend to tie their shoes and I’d fucking cream my pants.”

Steve hiccups a startled laugh. “Fuck. Me too. It’s been forever.”

“I don’t think it’s natural for a guy to go this long, man.” Eddie swigs back the rest of his beer and cracks a third. Lights up a new joint, too. And honestly, regardless of his tolerance, he’s pretty fucked up.

“Do you know how many chicks I’ve gone out with? None of my dates have even led to hands stuff. It at least sounds like you’re close to sealing he deal.” Steve lolls his head towards Eddie with a cheeky little smile on his lips. “I mean, if you didn’t suck at talking dirty.”

“I do not suck!” Eddie cries, grabbing the throw cushion from his lap to smack it against Steve’s smug face.

Steve catches the pillow and rips it playfully away from Eddie’s grip. “Then show me.”

Eddie stares at Steve for way too long. He narrows his eyes after a few seconds. “You’re kidding me.”

“Not kidding. I can’t help you if I don’t know what you’re doing wrong.” Steve leans forward, plucks the joint right out of Eddie’s slack lips. “Just pretend I’m on the other end of the line.”

“No way, dude.”

Steve curls his hand up to look like a telephone, pretends to dial in a number. Brings it up to his ear. “Riiiinngg. Riiiinngg. C’mon, Eds, you’re getting a sexy phone call. Pick up. Riiinngg.”

Eddie feels his face flush red. He’s not sure if it’s from where this conversation is headed, or out of sheer embarrassment for Steve’s sake. “Holy fuck. You’re such a loser, Harrington.”

“I’ll just pretend you already answered and said hello. Hey, Eds. It’s… wait, what’s this guy’s name?”

Eddie opens his mouth. Then closes it again, because Steve just said guy. Not girl. Guy. Is this a slip of the tongue? Or did Buckley out Eddie to Steve? Or Nancy?

No, neither of them would do that. Maybe Steve just figured it out from context clues.

But still, to be sure, Eddie just says, “What?”

“What’s his name?” Steve askes again.

So—shit—it definitely wasn’t a slip of the tongue. But Steve isn’t freaking out. Hasn’t freaked out in the past. And he’s looking at Eddie expectantly, but not judgy or anything.

Eddie clears his throat. “Nick.”

“Nick! Strong name. Not as strong as Steve, but not everyone can be a Steve—”

“Come on, man!” Eddie groans. Again. Hides his face. Again.

“Okay, Okay!” Steve clears his throat. “Hey, Eds, it’s Nick. What’re you up to?”

Eddie sucks in a breath and lets it forcefully out of pursed lips. “Uhh—hey, Nick… I’m…”—his eyes flick sideways to catch Steve staring at him with a half-smile on his face—“no. Nope! I can’t do this.”

Eddie goes to stand from his perch on the couch, but Steve’s arm shoots out to grab him. “Alright. Let’s just do it, you and me. No phone roleplaying required. Just start with saying a compliment you’d tell Nick or something.”

“Alright… Okay… Uh, you’re—I mean Nick—is really funny?” Eddie says. Nick isn’t all that funny but, fuck, it’s all Eddie can think of. Steve is funny, though, so it’s easy enough to say.

“Yeah, good. That’s good. What else?”

“And you’re really hot. Really fucking hot.”

“Good.” Steve shifts around on the couch, maybe trying to get more comfortable. “And then Nick would say something like, You’re really hot, too.”

Eddie stifles a giggle. “I really don’t think he would.”

“Well, just pretend he does. And then it’s your turn to keep the conversation heading in the direction you want it to.”

“By saying what, Harrington?”

“Try saying how I—Nick—makes you feel.”

“Okay. You make me feel… like I’m vibrating. Like I’m pressurized, or something.”

“Yeah?” Steve breathes, his voice dropping an octave. Probably just getting more into character. “What does that make you do, when you feel like that?”

“It makes me… makes me hard.” Eddie feels his hips pitching forward. His cock twitches under his flannel pants.

A dangerous game they’re playing. Maybe Steve doesn’t know just how serious Eddie was when he said he’s pent up.

“Fuck,” Steve says lowly.

“Too much?”

“No! Nah, it’s good. It’s hot. I mean, sometimes it’ll take longer to build into that kind of stuff, but keep going.”

Eddie nods nervously. “Okay. Uh, what do I say now?”

Steve sits up a bit to adjust the band of his sweats. “Sorry. So, you said it makes you hard. And then I’d say… me too. That it makes me hard just talking about it. Just thinking about it.”

Eddie’s dick is starting to properly fill out again. It makes sense since he never got to come after taking himself right to the edge before Steve came over.

He takes a steadying breath to try to will it away. “Shit. Okay.”

“Do you like that?” Steve asks. “Do you like thinking about how hard my cock gets when I think about you?”

“Fuck, Steve.” Eddie pulls at the hem of his shirt, desperately trying to stretch it beyond his crotch where he is most definitely about to tent his pants. Maybe if he wore boxers it would have been easier to conceal. “I don’t think we should do this.”

“It’s okay. It just means we’re doing good, right?” Steve slides his hips forward, making his sweats tighten against the bulge between his own legs.

Eddie lets his eyes linger there for longer than he should. There’s no way that Steve is getting turned on by all of this, but shit, he is. The proof is in the pudding—if the pudding is his dick that is suspiciously growing under the heather grey fabric.

He can’t help but blurt out, “I want to suck your cock.”

Because it’s true. Eddie’s mouth is watering just from the thought of it. But as soon as the words push past his lips, he realises that it’s not exactly fitting in the theme of phone sex. So he quickly adds, “If we were together right now. Instead of—uh—just on the phone.”

“Fuck, yeah. You’d suck my cock so good.” Steve licks his lips, and Eddie swears his eyes trail over his body, landing between his legs and then back up to his mouth. “I’d fuck your throat so deeply you’d gag and drool all over yourself.”

Eddie can’t help himself from groaning at that image. And as if his body is proving to Steve just how right he is, a trickle of saliva escapes the corner of his lips before he’s able to swallow it back.

He lifts his hand to wipe the back of it against his mouth. “Jesus, Steve.”

Steve shifts closer to Eddie. His voice is low and soft and seductive, and Eddie is having a very hard time remembering that this is a game as he says, “And then I’d ask if you’re touching yourself.”

The words echo those of Nick’s. But when Steve says them, he doesn’t sound horrified at the thought. He sounds like he wants Eddie to be fucking his hand while they talk. Like the thought turns him on almost as much as it does Eddie.

“I would be, by now,” Eddie confesses, wiping his sweaty palms against his knees. He desperately wants to trail them higher, wants to rub between his legs where he’s throbbing and hot. His pants feel like a sauna. They’re humid and sticky, and he knows it’s partly because he’s radiating heat, but also because his cock is already starting to dribble.

“I would be, too,” Steve says. “I mean, Nick would be, too. If I was Nick. And I’d—I’d ask how you were touching yourself. What it felt like.”

Eddie glances between Steve’s legs again. And—holy shit—Steve is hard. As hard as Eddie.

His cock is fucking massive, as far as Eddie can tell. Thick, and long, sitting sideways inside his pants against his hip. Eddie knows it would stand proud by Steve’s belly button if it wasn’t trapped.

And he’s also pretty sure Steve is circumcised by the obvious ridge he can see under the fabric.

Maybe it’s dumb, or false hope, or just how ridiculously horny he is (again), but Eddie is feeling encouraged. Because he’s not the only one who’s getting hot. He’s not the only one who’s participating, or the only one who’s bricked up.

So… why not get into it a bit more?

“I’d say that I have my hand wrapped around my cock. That it feels heavy in my hand. And wet. That I’m leaking all over myself.” Eddie’s hips pitch forward on their own accord, the sensitive tip of his dick deliciously grazing against the flannel of his pants. “And I’d tell you that it feels good. Really fucking good. But it would feel better if it was your hand instead.”

Steve is the first one to break.

Eddie can tell it’s an automatic reaction when he reaches for his cock and squeezes where it’s straining under his sweats. Awareness shimmers in Steve’s eyes, and he quickly pulls his hand away again. “Shit. Sorry.”

“It’s all good,” Eddie says fast as a whip, repeating Steve’s words from earlier. “Just means we’re doing good, right?”

“Yeah.” Steve’s laugh is small and breathy. “Really good.”

Eddie swallows his nerves, decides to see if he can keep whatever this is going. “What would you say after that?”

It seems it’s Steve’s turn to be flustered. Eddie can see red creeping up his neck, like his chest is flushed. It reaches his cheeks and makes him look all bright and pink. “I’d tell you what I’d be doing.”

“Which would be?”

“I’d be reaching under my pants, and I’d circle my fingers around my dick. Gently at first, because—because I’m sensitive down there. And I want to make it last.” Eddie watches as Steve’s hands lift back to his lap. And then pinch the hem of his shirt. A strip of his sun-kissed stomach flashes as his fingers tease against the drawstring of his pants. “Like this.”

Steve’s hand disappears as it pushes down into his sweats. It moves along the length of his cock. He adjusts so it’s no longer sitting sideways; it’s now straight up, as big as Eddie assumed, dangerously close from peeking past the waistband.

Eddie would not be upset if it did.

The best part is when Steve’s hand starts moving under the fabric. Long, soft strokes that Eddie can tell are featherlight, mostly just fingertips teasing against his skin. Just enough to make Steve bite down on his lip and his breath hitch in his throat.

“Steve—fuck.” Eddie’s mouth goes dry as he watches Steve touch himself. And he has a few fleeting thoughts.

First is the classic, Am I dreaming? Because surely Steve Harrington is not jerking himself off in Eddie’s living room on a Friday night while they say filthy things to each other under the guise of another dude.

Impossible.

The second comes after Eddie subtly pinches himself and doesn’t wake up. Which is, Is this a joke? Because now that he knows he’s (probably) not asleep, there must be some other horrible explanation for what’s happening. He racks his brain, plays back the events that led him here.

Eddie doesn’t think he could misinterpret everything. But he’s probably done dumber things in his life.

Plausible.

And the third—which is the thought that’s taking up the majority of his consciousness—is, Am I allowed to touch myself, too?

He doesn’t let himself consider this one too long. Because there’s no way in Hell that Eddie would be able to stop himself. Not if a gun was pointed to his head.

So he shoves his hand down the front of his pants and squeezes his cock way more aggressively than Steve.

It’s both not enough and instant satisfaction. Like when you start scratching an itch and it seems to get itchier as your nails dig into your skin, but at the same time it’s doing exactly what you need to soothe the discomfort.

Eddie’s lips part as he grabs his balls and gives them a taut squeeze. His dick basically weeps against his skin. So much precum is pushing from his slit that it’ll be a miracle if there’s any left when he actually comes. Fuck, he hopes this time he can actually come.

His heart is beating so goddamn fast in his chest that there’s a good chance if he stops for a second time this evening, it will give out. He really, really will die.

“Does it feel good?” Steve practically purrs the question.

Eddie nods fervently, but he’s not able to form words. He doesn’t know where to look; Steve’s blown eyes that seem more black than hazel, his hand that’s speeding up under his sweats, the damp patch that’s forming where his cock must be leaking nearly as much as Eddie’s if it has already soaked through the fabric, or the growing expanse of abs on show—flexing in tandem with Steve’s strokes—as his free hand continues to lift the hem of his shirt.

Fuck, Eddie wants to come. Right now. He wants to come right fucking now.

He squeezes the base of his cock, bordering on the verge of pain, to stop his orgasm in its tracks. “So good, Stevie.”

Steve’s head falls back against the couch cushion, his eyes flicking between Eddie’s legs, his mouth, back down again… back up. He’s pumping himself with more intent now, his wrist twisting with each upwards stroke. “I wish it was your lips on me. I just know how good they’d feel. You have perfect dick-sucking lips.”

Eddie attempts stroking his cock again. It zaps into the coil in the pit of his stomach, but if he goes slow he’s sure he can go at least thirty second before he’s on the edge again.

“You have no idea, Steve,” he says, his tongue wetting his lips like he just might fall to his knees and start sucking Steve off for real. “I’d keep them nice and soft like you said you like. The inside of my mouth would be so wet—fuck, I’m salivating just thinking about it. And then I’d seal them around your big cock and hallow my cheeks when you least expect it, and you’d fucking thrust into my throat in surprise—”

Eddie moans, dropping his grip on himself yet again. That time it was really close; he can feel his dick pulsing under his pants. If he were alone, he’d push them down and watch as his cock twitched against his abdomen, angry at the loss of his fingers at the last possible moment.

Across from him, Steve speeds up; his hand moving in quick, short bursts against his tip. He makes his own noise, his eyes rolling back into his skull and then closing altogether.

It takes everything inside Eddie not to grab himself and come inside his pants right then and there. Shit, Steve looks so fucking good. Eddie desperately wants to see more. The colour of Steve’s dick, the way it strains, if it’s curved or straight, if it’s shiny. He wants to see it leak, wants to see Steve’s fingers catch the pearls of precum that are soaking through his pants and rub them into his skin. Wants to see it web between his fingertips—sticky and white. Wants to suck it off of them.

Shit. Fuck. It’s a miracle Eddie isn’t coming untouched. He’s still right there, on the verge of his orgasm. One single, insignificant, breath of a touch would one hundred percent set him off.

Steve’s eyes open. He drops his own dick, wipes his palm against his t-shirt. And he scootches closer to Eddie.

Just the brush of Steve’s thigh against Eddie’s makes him tremble, makes Eddie feel like he’s going to lose any semblance of control that remains.

They’re pressed right against each other. The length of Steve’s leg is warm and strong against Eddie’s, bigger than his. Thicker. Just like the rest of him.

Steve spits in his hand. Eddie watches as it pools in his cupped palm, watches as Steve brings that hand back down to the front of his pants. He stretches the waistband away from his body, and for a split second, Eddie catches a glimpse of his cock. Just the crown, broad and pink like Steve’s lips, right before the elastic snaps back and covers him again.

Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t you dare fucking come, Eddie Munson.

“And then,” Steve says, adding fuel to the fire, “I’m gonna bend you over the arm of this couch. You’ll look so hot, with your back arched and your ass on full display.”

“Jesus Christ.”

Fuck it. Eddie sticks his hand back down his pants, but barely touches himself. Just draws a line up the fat vein on the underside of his cock. He can feel his heartbeat under the pad of his finger.

“I’ll push into you so slowly. You’ll feel so full with my dick in your tight little asshole. And you’ll make those sexy little noises the whole time.”

Eddie makes one of them right as Steve says that—a low, quiet rumble from the back of his throat.

“Yeah, just like that. And then… then I’ll start fucking you. It’ll feel so good, Eddie.” Steve fucks his fist harder, his hips lifting from the couch like he’s chasing his own touch. His hand sounds wet on his cock, slapping and squelching each time it smacks against the base. “I’m gonna fuck you so good that you start crying. That you start screaming. Your scary neighbours will know how good I’m fucking you from the noises they hear coming out of your trailer.”

Eddie wonders if he lets himself come if it’ll be the end of whatever is happening. He knows for a stone-cold fact that he’ll be able to stay hard after the first time. But Steve doesn’t know that. Not yet. Maybe he should tell him.

But for now, Eddie tries to regain some control, some semblance of his quippy, cocky personality, just so he doesn’t come off entirely as a whimpering fool (if it’s not already too late). He tries to smirk. “Bold of you to assume I’m a bottom, Harrington.”

“A bottom?” Steve asks, and Eddie realises that maybe it’s a term that he’s never heard before. Because he’s straight… (question mark?). Again, Steve uses context clues. Smart guy. He presses impossibly closer into Eddie’s side, and asks, “Are you telling me you don’t want to feel my cock inside of you? Don’t want my cum dripping from your asshole for hours after we fuck?”

Eddie’s whole body vibrates. That’s it. The end. He fists his cock and pumps it hard, pulling his foreskin forward enough to cover the head, back to expose it, all underneath the checkered fabric of his pants. “I’m gonna come, Steve. I’m coming.”

His teeth bite painfully into his lower lip as he lets himself tumble from the ledge. Cum surges from his cock hard enough that he knows it would have painted his entire chest if it wasn’t contained inside of his pants. Each wave of his climax makes him whine aloud. It sounds crude, mixed with the slick slap of his hand against his skin.

“Shit,” Steve mumbles, staring as Eddie’s working fist, eyes blown wide like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.

And maybe it shouldn’t, but Eddie’s left hand reaches out with a mind of its own, gripping high on Steve’s thigh. Squeezing it hard enough to leave a bruise, while his right is covered with hot, slick cum.

“Don’t stop,” Eddie babbles, riding out his orgasm for everything it’s worth. “Keep going. Keep talking. Don’t stop. I’m not finished yet, I wanna come again. Please. Please.”

“Oh, fuck, Eddie.” Steve brings his own hand down atop where Eddie’s is still sunk into the flesh of his upper leg. For a moment, he thinks Steve is going to pry his fingers away, but instead he laces them with his own.

It’s such a simple thing, holding hands, but it feels intimate. Intentional. Like this isn’t just some game.

Eddie shouldn’t be thinking that. But he is. He is. And it’s the moment he consciously knows he’ll be ruined for anyone else. End game for Eddie Munson. Steve held his hand while they jerked off. He’s in love.

Steve yanks him from his internal monologue. “You can come twice in a row?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, his hand still squeezing between his legs. Each stroke sends a bolt of lightening through his entire body, but his dick barely softens in his hand before it stiffens back up to steel once more. “Usually more than that. Four times if I want, but—but not as much cum comes out as the first.”

“Oh my God,” Steve breathes. “Fuck, that’s so hot. Can I… Can I see?”

His eyes flicker down to Eddie’s crotch.

“Sure.” Eddie pretends he’s confident as he tugs down his pants, lifting his hips enough to push the fabric under them.

His cock springs free from where it was trapped.

He doesn’t want to be self-conscious of his body, but he can’t help but wonder what Steve sees. If he’s at all disappointed that Eddie’s dick isn’t as big as his. It he thinks it’s weird that he’s uncut or that his dick curves upwards. If he let his pubes grow too long.

But Steve’s eyes go heavy with desire, taking in every inch of Eddie. The way his entire dick is shiny and sticky with his own cum, how it gets stuck in the hair that grows below it. His fingers squeeze around Eddie’s, involuntarily or in encouragement, he doesn’t know. But it makes him feel better.

Eddie is about to ask if Steve would show him more, too.

Steve beats him to it. “Do you want me to—?”

“Yeah. Fuck, yeah.”

Steve brings the hem of his shirt to his chin, catching it between his teeth. His whole chest is on display, his olive abs flexing as he pulls down the front of his sweats, tucking the elastic waist under his balls. His hand circles his cock, so thick his fingers barely meet.

And now they’re both just… bare. Basically naked as they jerk off next to each other, hands still intertwined like they’re some sort of couple. Things go quiet for a few moments as they just watch each other. How their hands work against themselves, speeding up, slowing, twitching.

Eddie’s cum gets sticky on his hand, against his cock. When he pulls his fingers away from his body it feels a bit like glue, tacking his hand up so much that it’s hard to slide it over his length.

“Spit on it,” Steve whispers, like he knows exactly what Eddie is thinking.

Eddie nods, bringing his hand up to his mouth—

“Wait.” Steve unlaces his fingers from Eddie’s, grabs his wrist. “Can I?”

“Shit.” Eddie huffs a breath through his nose. “Sure, Harrington.”

Steve lets a long string of saliva fall from his pretty, pink lips. It wets Eddie’s palm, mixing with the cum that covers it, making it slippery instead of sticky. Instead of letting go, though, Steve brings Eddie’s hand down to his own lap.

“Wanna switch?”

And—holy fucking fuck. Eddie trembles with ill-contained delight. He doesn’t even reply, just wraps his fingers around Steve’s cock before he can even think about what’s happening. What it means. That it’s changing the dynamic—they’re getting involved with each other instead of just themselves.

It doesn’t even matter. Not right now.

Steve’s head falls back against the cushions. “Oh God, that’s amazing.”

Eddie slides his fingers up Steve’s shaft—so heavy and hot in his hand—just as Steve described he liked. Soft and gentle. He twists his wrist in the same way Steve touched himself, watches as his lips part and his brows crinkle together, marvels at the vision of Steve’s cockhead surging from his grip, so flushed against the paleness of his hand and the silver of his rings.

He squeezes a bit harder and watches Steve’s hips rut towards him.

“You look so good,” he tells Steve, voice getting lost behind the moans that Steve keeps loosing from his lungs.

“Eddie?” Steve pants, thighs twitching as Eddie dares to circle his thumb around Steve’s slit, gathering more wetness to join the rest.

“Hmm?”

“Were you serious earlier?” Steve asks, barely a whisper. “About wanting to suck me off?”

Eddie’s hand stills on Steve, his eyes shining wide with shock and want. “Yeah? I mean—yeah. Very serious.”

“…Would you?”

Steve doesn’t have to say anything else. Eddie is already sliding onto the floor, already grabbing Steve’s knees and spreading them apart so he can slot himself between them. As soon as he’s bracketed by those strong thighs, they clamp down against his waist. A powerhouse of muscle, locking him to where he kneels.

Eddie is slightly intimidated by Steve’s cock. Will he have to unhinge his jaw like some sort of python to fit it in his mouth?

He leans down and kitten licks the tip, testing how it might feel on his tongue. Steve’s body jolts from that alone, makes a little whimpering noise that makes Eddie’s dick dribble onto the carpet.

“That’s it,” Steve encourages as Eddie’s lips close around the crown of his cock. “That’s perfect. Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening. It’s all I think about.”

Eddie moans, opens his jaw wider, and then sinks forward. Steve’s cock glides against Eddie’s tongue. It tastes like hot, sweaty skin. And cum—whether it’s Eddie’s from his hand, or Steve’s pre, it’s salty and heady and makes Eddie’s mouth even more wet as he salivates.

“Fuuuuck.” Steve’s fingers bury themselves in Eddie’s curls, tugging him closer.

It’s different than his fantasies. Steve doesn’t smell like honey and almond soap, and Eddie’s nose most definitely cannot reach Steve’s pubes, even as the tip of his dick brushes against the back of his throat. But the dark curls at the base are exactly as Eddie pictured. Perfectly trimmed and up-kept, as nicely as the hair on Steve’s head.

Eddie can’t help but pull off Steve to trail his tongue all the way down his shaft. He noses along Steve’s inner thigh, shamelessly burying his face in that thick thatch of chestnut hair. And then he deeply inhales the musky scent of Steve.

Steve groans, shallowly thrusting against Eddie’s cheek, the tip of his cock grazing Eddie’s ear, getting lost in his mane of hair.

A rope of drool connects Steve to Eddie, his tongue lolling from his mouth to rub against the side of Steve’s balls as he drinks in his smell. He dips his chin lower, until Steve’s dick is standing straight up, resting against his forehead.

The noise Steve makes is fucking sinful—completely wanton—as Eddie shoves his nose into Steve’s balls and breathes him in, committing everything to memory. His scent, his taste, his sounds, his face—everything.

Eddie isn’t sure if this will happen ever again. Isn’t sure if it’ll even be acknowledged. So he’s going to enjoy every goddamn minute while he’s so up close and personal with Steve’s cock.

“Ah—Jesus Christ. You are a freak, Munson.” Normally, those words might hurt. But Steve says them with such lust that it can’t possible be construed as anything but a compliment. Eddie wraps his hand back around Steve’s cock and starts pumping him with purpose, sucking his balls into his mouth and rolling them around his tongue. The wet, slurping sounds are totally lewd in the quiet air of the trailer. “Shit. Ohhh—shit. I’m close. I’m about to come.”

Eddie hums in encouragement, keeps his lips sealed around Steve’s balls. His hand flies above his face until he can feel how tight Steve’s balls get, can feel his cock pulsing in his hand.

He pops off, rests Steve’s cockhead onto his tongue, and jerks him off fast and dirty.

“Eddie—Eddie!” Steve’s thighs tense around Eddie’s middle. Cum surges from his slit into the back of Eddie’s throat in thick rivers, coating his tongue and teeth in sticky white release that he happily swallows down.

Fuck, Steve tastes good. Feels good. Sounds even better as he comes with Eddie’s name falling from his lips. Eddie closes his eyes and revels in the moment, lets himself savour the twitch of Steve’s dick as it empties into his mouth, the intrusion as he thrusts into Eddie’s throat, and the threat of himself gagging against it. He keeps swirling his tongue, even as Steve’s cum stops spurting. Even as his noises become high, and his body starts seizing with each flick against his sensitive tip.

Eddie desperately wants to make the moment last forever, doesn’t want to acknowledge that Steve is basically crying from overstimulation above him.

Finally, the fingers in Eddie’s hair tug him away. He whines at the sudden emptiness, wants to lean back in and feel Steve’s cock soften completely inside of his mouth.

Steve’s eyes are still blown and lustful, and strangely soft, as he says, “That was so fucking good.”

He smiles and gives Steve’s knees a squeeze as he leans back, his own shaking under his weight as he hauls himself back up onto the couch. He feels a little weird now that Steve came, because Eddie is still hard. Still wanting. But he also came once himself. Not from Steve’s hands but from his words, and it was enough. Maybe he should just tuck himself away and let this thing end naturally—

Before he can make a decision, Steve is reaching towards Eddie’s lap. “Is this okay?” he asks as he wraps his fingers around Eddie’s cock.

Eddie lets his gaze fall between his legs. His dick gets swallowed up by Steve’s big hands. He likes the way it looks so red as it peeks out from his fist.

“Is that a real question?” Eddie’s hands flounder in the air before they land on the couch cushions and bury themselves there, his nails digging into the upholstery as Steve starts fucking him with his hand.

“I knew you’d be good,” Steve says lowly. “Knew your hands and your lips would feel incredible. I can’t believe how hard you made me come. I wanna make you come like that.”

Eddie’s jaw swings open and his eyebrows knit together, and he thinks to himself that it’s not going to take long at all for Steve to get what he wants.

Steve leans forward, and for a second Eddie thinks he’s going to put his mouth on him, but he just lets a string of spit fall onto the tip of Eddie’s cock and gathers it with his hand, spreading it along his skin that moves in tandem with his strokes. It’s almost as good.

“Oh, Jesus—Steve.” Eddie sucks in a breath as Steve’s fingers tighten, forcing a bead of precum from his slit. “I’m gonna come again. Keep doing that. Keep—keep doing that!”

Steve nods, watching as he works Eddie back to the edge. Watching as he expertly rubs his thumb against the spot that makes Eddie see stars.

His second orgasm is stronger than his first. Eddie’s vision blurs out of focus—probably because his eyes are crossing—and the noise he makes sounds like an animal getting fucking murdered. The muscles in his torso tighten and tense and shudder as Steve enthusiastically jerks his dick, cum gathering in his fist, eyes watching with rapt attention.

Eddie’s body goes limp as Steve slowly lets go of him. When he’s able to focus his eyes, he notices that Steve is looking at his hand in fascination, watching Eddie’s cum stretch between his fingers as he scissors them.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever done that,” he says, bringing his wet hand up to his face. Steve smells his fingers, and then decides to bring them to his spit-slicked lips. One of his fingers pop into his mouth, and he hums around it, as if he’s actually enjoying the taste of Eddie’s release.

Yep. Eddie could definitely, without a doubt, go a third round.

But before his dick does something stupid like get stiff again, he tucks himself away. “And? What did you think?”

Steve pulls his finger from his mouth, grabbing an old napkin from the coffee table to wipe the rest of Eddie’s spend from them. “I think I was wrong.”

Eddie’s heart hammers in his chest, waiting for Steve to start berating him or something for making him do something gay. Even though he’s pretty sure he wasn’t the one who initiated it.

But Steve just smiles and cocks his head to one side. “You definitely aren’t bad at dirty talk.”

A sigh of relief heaves from Eddie’s chest. He smacks Steve’s shoulder, but he smiles right along. “You’re a prick.”

As he stands to grab a towel from the bathroom, Steve calls behind him, “You seemed to like my prick.”

Eddie blushes ferociously. He catches his expression in the mirror and tries to wipe it away, but it’s impossible. He’s just bound to look like a totally fucked-out dipshit for the rest of his life, he guesses. As soon as the water runs warm, Eddie washes his hands and wets two towels. He cleans off his dick and his sticky thighs, and brings the second one to the gorgeous man who’s back to lounging on his living room couch.

“Did you?” Steve asks, taking the towel to better clean his fingers. When he shoves it down the front of his pants, Eddie adverts his eyes.

“Did I what?”

“Enjoy it?”

“Jesus,” Eddie laughs. “Yes, Steve, I enjoyed it. Fuck.”

“Good.”

Eddie sits next to Steve and tries not to let himself feel awkward. “Yeah. Good.”

“Want to watch Labyrinth now?” Steve casually digs into the bag he brought, grabs the VHS and wiggles it in front of Eddie’s face.

“Absolutely,” says Eddie.

They pop in the tape, and the TV screen glows blue before it starts playing through the ads. Steve sits next to Eddie, their thighs pressed up against each other, just like they had been before.

Steve reaches over and laces his fingers with Eddie’s. They stay like that for the whole movie.

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It’s been three days since Steve left. Since Eddie has even heard from him. Keith makes sure they don’t have many shifts together at Family Video (because they never got any work done), so it’s not uncommon that they go this long. But Eddie’s anxiety makes it feel like it’s the end of the fucking world.

God forbid he reach out to Steve himself.

But by the end of the third night, he gets a phone call.

“Hello?” he answers.

“Hey, man.” Steve is on the other line, sounding chipper and unphased.

Maybe Eddie was overthinking it.

“Oh, hey!” he says, a little bit too enthusiastically. He dials it back a bit, clears his throat. “What’s up?”

“Not much. Just got off work. I have the afternoon off.”

“Sweet.” Eddie nervously twirls the chords between his fingers. Time to be brave. “Do you—maybe—want to hang out then?”

“Yeah. That’s why I called, actually. I stole Psycho III from Family Video. Want me to bring it over?”

Eddie’s shoulders sag in relief. Things aren’t changing. Steve won’t estrange himself after what happened, because he’s a good person. Eddie doesn’t even know why he was worried in the first place.

“Sounds perfect.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah, cool.”

A few ticks go by, and then Steve quietly asks, “Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m just wondering…”

Eddie waits, the suspense nearly killing him. “Wondering what, Steve?”

“…What are you wearing?”

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The Criminal And The Princess III

Grumpy!College!Eddie X Sunshine!Skater!Reader

Summary : the nights in full swing, but what happens when billy hargrove messes with eden when eddies around?

Word Count : 1.4k

Warnings : billy hargrove, assault, there’s a fight, swearing, billy’s a prick, apart from that it’s pretty fluffy.

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Eddie and his bands set was incredible, all of us were cheering loudly. They played a couple of their own songs and the some covers. Metallica of course, Black Sabbath and even some Led Zeppelin.

Eddie came over to us, a huge grin on his face, Steve pulled him into a hug. “You were great man!” Eddie laughed, loudly, squeezing Steve’s shoulder as he pulled away.

“Thanks man, thank you all for coming!”

“Of course, I was excited to see you play outside of class!” Robin said.

“You know each other?” I asked Robin. The girl nodded, “Yeah he’s in music with me and Vickie.”

I hummed, nodding my head. Eddie was chatting away with Steve, when his band mates came over. “Guys these are my friends Steve and Robin, and this is Nancy, Jonathan, Vickie and Argyle.”

His brown eyes met mine, “And this is Eden.”

“Oh Eden?” One of the boys cocked a brow at him, throwing a smirk at him too. “Yeah,” Eddie said, elbowing him, “This is Gareth, Jeff and Doug,” he spoke, motioning to each.

Greetings were exchanged, “Let’s get another round in, Herrington give me a hand,” The curly haired boy spoke, heading to the bar.

“I’ll go give them a hand,” I told Robin, following after the two boys. “I’m here to help,” I smiled at Steve.

“What are you having?” Eddie asked me.

“Vodka lemonade please, I’ll pay you back for it,” I spoke. Shaking his head, he brushed me off, “No need, playing bands and friends get free drinks.”

“Friends?” I smiled.

“As soon as you spoke about Metallica we became friends Princess.” My skin was covered in goosebumps at the pet name, I couldn’t meet his gaze as my cheeks flushed.

“Okay these are Vickie, Robins and Nancys,” Steve said, passing me three drinks, “You good with those?” I hummed, nodding my head as a yes, and began walking over to group.

“Bennett, how you doing Sweetheart?” a slimy voice said from behind me. “Billy,” I said, and continued walking. “Oh come on, stay and drink with me.”

“I’m with friends,” I tried as hard as I could to get away, but I hand on my waist. “Come on, why are you still playing hard to get? You know it’s gonna be me and you in the end, star hockey player and ice skating queen.”

“I’d say Harrington was the star hockey player.” He was stunned silent, a couple of his friends sniggered behind him, but Billy made them shut up with glare.

“Come on Sweetheart, join us.”

“I said no Billy.” Without a second to react, the blonde boy grabbed me, yanking me towards him. The glasses that were in my hand dropped, smashing on the floor, causing a cheer to go through the room.

Billy pulled me to his chest, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Billy let go,” I said, trying to tug away. “You’ve been playing with me for too long, so we’re gonna have a drink and then we’re gonna go home together.”

“No we’re not!” I shoved his chest.

“You little- why can’t you just do as you’re told?” he snapped, yanking me back.

“Let her go Hargrove,” I felt another arm pull me close, “Or what Munson?”

“You don’t want to know.” It was Eddies arm around me, he gently pulled me behind him to shield me. “Oh fuck off you freak! She’s mine.”

“Well she said no.”

“So what?” With that Eddies first smacked into Billy’s face. “Eddie!” I shouted. With a sadistic grin, Billy grabbed Eddie, yanking him forward and smashed his head to his own.

The pair threw punches at one another not stopping, even when Steve stepped in, he was pushed away. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Y-yeah I’m fine.”

“COPS!” some yelled. With that Eddie shoved Billy over and grabbed my hand pulling me from the bar. “What the fuck? Eddie where are we going!?”

“Just keep up will you!”

Our feet slammed against the floor as we ran, Eddie letting out wild laughter. “You’re crazy,” I chuckled, out of breath.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

Finally we came to a stop, both breathing heavily. “Are you okay?” Eddie asked, turning to face me. “Yeah I’m fine, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Of course I did, you’re my friend, right?”

“Right.” Eddie squeezed my hand, I hadn’t even noticed he was still holding it. Letting go, he smiled at me. “Do you like milkshakes?” he asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“If we carry on down here, we’ll be at Benny’s diner, want one?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

Motioning at me to walk, we went on our way side by side. “Are you going to be in trouble?” I asked.

“Probably but it’s fine, wouldn’t be the first time.”

I cocked a brow at him, “Uh, petty crimes.”

“Ah I see.” Bumping his shoulder against mine, he smiled, “What about you?”

“What a criminal record?”

“Yeah.”

With a grin I shook my head, “Nah, don’t have the time.”

“Oh yeah, ice princess.” I laughed at that, “Something like that.”

“When did you start skating?” he asked.

“When I was 4, my mom used to skate so. When did you start doing music?”

“About the same as you, my mom played guitar.”

I hummed, “She must be proud, you’re great.”

“I hope she would be.” Oh. You know that saying. “Yeah, I hope my mom would be proud too.”

“When did she pass?”

“I was 12.”

“I was 10.” I hummed, “We have more in common than I thought.”

“What for a criminal and a princess?”

“Something like that.”

“Oh we’re here.” There was Benny’s diner, proper 50s all american movie looking. Red booths lined the walls, with road signs and wheel covers. “Woah, it’s cool in here.”

“Right.”

Leading me to a booth, I slid in, feeling the cool leather beneath my legs. “So what shake you feeling?”

“Strawberry.”

“Good choice, I’m more of a Chocolate shake guy myself.”

“Munson,” a gruff voice said, making me look up and away from Eddie. “Benny, how are you man?”

“Good, you keeping out of trouble?” The man, Benny, asked. “Trying too,” Eddie flashed a cheesy grin.

“That’s what I like to hear, and who’s this?”

“Benny, this is Eden. Eden, Benny is the owner of this fine establishment.”

“Eden? You’re Ethans daughter?” I nodded my head at the man.

With a hum, he faced Eddie,”You know what sucking up gets you Munson?”

“Two free shakes? One Strawberry, one chocolate?” With a deep laugh, Benny nodded, walking away. “Damn Munson, you really have a way with people.”

“I know,” he smirked, resting his face on his hands.

I couldn’t help but smile at the boy. “I’m sorry I haven’t text you yet.”

“Oh it’s okay, first week back after summer is always crazy for everyone.”

“Well I’m free Sunday?”

“Yeah, Sundays good. Speaking of texts, I should let the girls know where I am.”

“Go for it.”

Pulling out my phone I saw the groupchat consisting of me, Nancy and Robin was going off.

🤍🔮✨The Girls ✨🔮🤍

E, Nance, Robs

Robs : E where did you go?

Nance : steve said there was a fight?? There were cops ????

Robs : are you okay????

Nance : steve said hargrove grabbed you so eddie hit him???!??!?

E : Hey! sorry i’m okay, im with eddie don’t worry!

Nance : thank god! Do you need us to come get you??

E : no i’m okay! you can head home, sorry i ruined the night!

Robs : you didn’t hargrove is a pig

“One Chocolate shake for you, and one strawberry shake for the lady,” Benny said, smiling at us. “Thank you.”

“Thanks Benny.”

E : i gotta go, i’ll text you when im on the way home love youuuuu 🫶🏻🫶🏻

“All good?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah they just wanted to know where I was.”

“With your knight in shining armour princess.”

“Ah yes, sir Munson thank you for saving me from that foul beast,” I played along.

“You’re not like what I thought,” he smiled, tilting his head. “Neither are you.”

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“I’m sorry I couldn’t drive you, my vans at The Hideout and if the cops are there,” he pulled a face, which made me laugh. “It’s fine, thank you for walking me home.”

“Well of course, knights much protect their princess.”

“I’m sorry again for getting you in trouble.”

“You didn’t. So stop apologising. I’ll um .. I’ll see you Sunday?”

“Yeah, 3pm at the library?”

“Sounds great, if anything changes I’ll text you.” I hummed. “Well Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Eddie.”

“Goodnight Princess.

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Steddie week. Day 5: Established relationship. 1.3k words. Ao3 link.

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“Oh no! There’s no seats left! What will I ever do?” Eddie exclaims, like this was an actual problem. Going so far as to put his hand over his forehead, pretending to almost faint.

Steve is sitting on one end of the couch, Robin on the other side with Nancy in the middle. Argyle and Jonathan are sharing the loveseat next to them. They’re having a movie night at Steve’s. Surprisingly, over the course of the summer this group’s becoming closer than ever.

“Oh well, I guess there’s no other option.” Eddie shrugs.

Eddie approaches the couch, Steve opens his arms expecting Eddie to fall on his lap. That’s the only course of action that Steve sees possible. Then again, Steve doesn’t actually know what goes on Eddie’s mind all the time. He can imagine, guess or predict but at the end of the day Eddie keeps surprising him.

Instead of plopping himself on his boyfriend’s lap, Eddie goes and sits atop Nancy. What? Steve knows his face is full of confusion, he hears Robin snort. Well, excuse him for thinking his boyfriend would use this opportunity to cuddle him. That was the most logical explanation!

Eddie sits sideways and puts his arms around Nancy’s neck. Nancy doesn’t even look taken aback, she rests one hand on his leg while the other surrounds his waist. Steve sends them an incredulous look.

“Hey, Wheeler.” Eddie smiles at her. “How are you?”

“Hey yourself. I’m very good. How about you?” Nancy asks, nonchalantly.

“Better now, thanks for asking.” Is Eddie trying to bat his eyelashes?

Steve feels ignored, they’re doing this on purpose. When did they agree to this? “What the fuck?” Steve asks.

“What’s wrong, Steve?” Nancy shoots him an innocent look.

“What are you doing?”

“Well there were no other seats, so this seemed like the logical thing to do.” Eddie explains while knocking his and Nancy’s heads together.

Nancy nods. Her hand starts to move up, almost reaching Eddie’s thigh. Steve follows the movement with his eyes, frowning. “I don’t care how much progress we’ve made in our friendship, Nance. You move that hand any further and it all goes out the window.” Steve warns. They all know he’s joking, but Steve has to find a way for this to stop. He wants Eddie with him, and he doesn’t care how clingy that sounds.

Nancy makes a tsk sound, she turns to Eddie. “Are you sure you want him as your boyfriend? He seems kinda possessive.”

“Wha-! I’m right here!” Steve protests. He even crosses his arms in annoyance.

Eddie sighs. What the fuck is going on. “Is one of the things I have to live with.” He even shakes his head.

Nancy pouts. “Hmm. I wouldn’t be like that.” She nudges Eddie’s jaw with her nose. Steve doesn’t know how much longer he can put up with this. He swears he’s patient. This little game they’re playing should be over soon.

“Aw, if I could pick a lady, you know it’d be you.” Eddie uses his pointer finger to boop her nose. Nancy scrunches it and giggles. For fuck’s sake, Nancy Wheeler doesn’t giggle!

“That’s it, give him back!” Steve demands.

“Dingus, let them have their moment. You’re interrupting a precious thing.” Robin betrays him. Whatever, he’s used to that.

“He’s not your property, you know, Steve.” Nancy calmly says, as if she needs to explain it to him.

“Yeah. Dude’s his own person.” Argyle adds. Damn, Steve kinda forgot he was here.

Everyone is acting as if this was a normal occurrence. Steve wonders when they had the time to decide to mess with him.

“Why is this happening?” Steve asks, almost defeated. If this is how the night’s gonna go, he might as well know why he isn’t getting affection from his boyfriend.

“Well, Steve. Have you considered the possibility that we’re in love?” Nancy almost, almost breaks character right there. Her lips twitch but she manages to keep her face from smiling.

Steve gives them a blank stare. “You’re a lesbian.”

Eddie gasps and puts his hand on his chest.

“And you’re gay.” He directs to Eddie. It’s Nancy’s turn to gasp.

“I guess this isn’t gonna work.” Eddie simply shrugs. Nancy lets him go.

He stands up and settles on Steve’s lap, immediately kissing his cheek. Steve moves his hands to Eddie’s waist subconsciously.

“Hey, babe.” Eddie rests his head on the crook of Steve’s neck.

“You guys are ridiculous.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have introduced them to each other, Stevie.” Robin tells him and gives him a disapproving head shake.

“I didn’t!”

“I knew they would be a handful together.” Robin continues, ignoring him.

“Yeah, you should’ve thought about that.” Jonathan speaks for the first time in minutes, just to pile on to Steve’s distress.

“So today is gaslighting Steve day, huh.” His friends want him to suffer.

“Just play the movie.” Eddie suggests while playing with Steve’s hair. Damn it, Eddie knows it’s hard for him to stay mad when he does that.

So they watch the movie.

After everyone goes home, it’s just Eddie and Steve cleaning up. Steve is washing the dishes when Eddie hugs him from behind. He gives him a kiss on his cheek, then he tries to go for a kiss on the lips but Steve avoids it.

“What?” Eddie questions. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Steve disregards the question.

“Then why won’t you kiss me?” Eddie pouts, he searches for his gaze to give him his best puppy dog eyes.

“I’m washing the dishes.” Steve is aware that he’s acting like he’s angry or upset with Eddie right now. He’s not, he just figured he would get back at Eddie for earlier. He can be a little petty, sue him.

“Are you mad at me?” Eddie lets him go to rest against the counter, looking to catch Steve’s gaze.

“I don’t know. Did you do something to make me mad?” Steve’s used that phrase before, maybe it elicits a Pavlovian response in Eddie because he suddenly straightens.

Eddie seems to think it over, then he sags with what looks like relief. “Is this about the Nancy thing?”

“You tell me.”

“Baby.” Eddie drags the word, almost whining. “We were just messing around.”

Steve just nods, not giving anything away. “Sure.” He starts drying the dishes.

“You weren’t actually jealous, were you.” Eddie grabs his arm, starts shaking it. Complaining like a little kid.

“Careful, I still have to dry these.”

“Ugh. Do I have to make it up to you?” Eddie lets him go, stomps with his feet.

“Do you?” Steve finally looks at him. “I don’t know, maybe I’ll just get even.”

Eddie gulps. “Huh?”

“You heard me.”

“Please forgive me, I need attention to survive, just like Tinker Bell.” Eddie pleads.

“I don’t know…” Steve plays it up.

“What do I have to do?” They’re being dramatic, Steve knows Eddie doesn’t think this is serious. But Eddie’s known to like the theatrics.

“Maybe you need to come up with that yourself.” Steve offers. He finishes drying the dishes. He leaves them there, he’ll put them away later.

Eddie humms. He crowds Steve against the counter. “I have something in mind.” He smiles, mischievous.

Steve arches an eyebrow. “Do you?”

“Follow me.” Eddie takes his hand and leads them to the bedroom.

They’re cuddled up, on the bed. Satisfied and content. Sleep is almost taking over.

Before they fall asleep, Steve asks something that has him genuinely curious.

“Would you really pick Nancy, if you weren’t gay?”

Eddie groans and rolls his eyes. “Oh my god, don’t make this a thing.”

“I’m not! It’s just a question!” Steve isn’t sure what he expected, but it wasn’t any pushback.

“Go to sleep, Steve.” Eddie closes his eyes, ready to fall asleep.

“I’m just curious.” Steve tries again. Really! It’s just curiosity. Pff it’s not like he was actually jealous. That’s ridiculous.

“You’re gay too, you can answer your own question.”

“That’s different. We already tried dating once, and being repressed homosexuals wasn’t the only reason we wouldn’t work.” Steve explains.

Eddie places a kiss on his forehead. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Eddie!” He whisper-yells. Doesn’t get him an answer. He narrows his eyes at his boyfriend. “I’m watching you two.”

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jvblood · 2 years

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home alone

pairing: argyle x fem!reader

wordcount: 1.1k

summary: Hopper, your father, is going on a date, while El is going to hangout with her friends as well. Leaving you home alone with the company of Argyle.

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ minors dni), 69ing yup, pwp

a/n: okay this isn't the fic for the 50 follower special but someone requested this like two days ago and I wanted this one out too. requests are open <3

Your father, Hopper, was going on a date with Joyce. He was pacing around the house, stressing out on what to wear. You and El were in your room, having a sister bonding moment. She was applying makeup onto you, experimenting with different things. You don't mind, you just want to get as much time as possible with her. El was about to leave to go hang out with Will and Mike, who was staying at the Byers house while down in California for a bit. That left you home alone with Argyle.

“Hey, tell me does this look good?” Your father asks opening your door. He was wearing a navy henley shirt and khakis. “It’s cute, I guess.” You say hoping that it sounds convincing.

“It is very cute.” El says as she continues to put makeup on you. “Dad, you look fine, don’t even worry about it.” You reassure. He huffs out in acceptance and calms down. “El, you ready to head out?” He asks, enthusiastically she got up from your bed and made her way to the door.

“Is that kid you call a boyfriend coming over?” You could feel the tension in the room all of sudden as you reach to grab a makeup wipe.

“His name is Argyle, Pops,” you say as you begin to wipe off the makeup, “and yes, he is.” Hopper thought he could have a heart attack. His kid with another kid in a house unsupervised! He might die from the thought of it. “Don’t sweat it, we’re just going to watch a movie.”

“It better just be a movie or I swear to god–”

“Dad! You’re going to be late.” You say ushering him out of your room and out the house. You watch as El and him walk to the car and get in. “Use protection!” You call out as your dad rolled down the window and flipped you off. His car backed up from the driveway and made its way to the Byers. Causally, you went to pick up the phone and began to dial Argyle.

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You and Argyle were watching some stupid horror movie in the living room. Your head rested on his lap while he sat up. The same cliches would play over and over. Teens doing dumb shit and getting killed for not using one percent of their brain. It’s getting boring. Argyle, for some reason, enjoyed this. Alot. Desperately, you wanted his attention. Slowly, you began rubbing his thigh. You could feel Argyle tense underneath you.

“Dude.” He mutters. He’d be embarrassed by how quickly he’s getting hard just from the gentle teasing.

“What, man? I’m just playing around.” You say as you continue. Argyle gave your butt a little slap as you curled onto the couch giggling.

“Come on, man, your dad is gonna, like, be home any time soon.”

“That just means we have to hurry.” You purr, taking his hand to head to your room. The two of you head into your room, closing the door behind you. Once inside, you lead Argyle onto your bed and pull down your pants, leaving your panties for him. “Let me play with you.” You whisper.

“Bring that ass up here, let me play as well.” He groans. You put your cunt towards his face while yours met his cock. He pushes your panties to the side and begins to attach his lips onto your clit. Your mouth licks up onto his dick. He was getting stiff underneath your touch as you took your time on him. You wanted this to last as long as possible. Stroking him while sucking his tip, you skillfully moved your tongue onto his tip. Finally, you opened your mouth a bit more, taking him a bit deeper into your mouth. He licks eagerly onto your clit, rubbing softly with his tongue.

You moan onto his dick as he continues licking. He bucks his hips a bit causing you to gag a bit, you pull him out of your mouth to get a breather. “That’s not very nice.” You pout.

“I’m sorry,” he moans. “ Let me make it up to you.” He wraps his arms around your legs and pushes you down to his face. It catches you by surprise as he laps up your cunt. You could feel yourself dripping onto his face as he begins to dip his tongue into you. You don’t want to feel selfish so you reach down and begin to stroke him. You drip spit onto your hand as you begin to pick up the pace.

He sucks on your clit and brings his hand to your cunt, inserting them in. A moan leaves your throat as he begins to curl his finger inside. He quickens his paces and adds another in, curling in a rhythm. The sound of your moans and your wetness feels the room, the familiar coil coming back again. Argyle could eat you up for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was his favorite thing. You could feel yourself reaching your high as your toes curled. You reached for his cock. Knowing that he was about to cum himself as his stomach kept on tensing,and massaged it quickly.

“Cum for me babe.” You moan out for him. His eyebrows furrowed as he thrust into your hand, releasing his seed into your palm. You lift your hand up to your mouth and lick his cum off.This doesn’t stop him though from eating you out. He wants you to come from his mouth. His arms that are wrapped around him makes you move onto his face, riding it ever so slightly. The lustful noises of sucking and moaning fills the room as his only mission left is to make you cum. Your thighs clench around his face as you instantly meet your high. You whine as you release onto his face. Argyle swore he nearly drowned.

Suddenly, you hear the car door slam. Your head snaps to your door as you come back to reality, too quickly for you liking. A string of curse words leave your mouth as you get off of Argyle’s face. You grab a towel quickly and toss it to him.

“My dad is back!” You whisper–shout. Argyle’s sense came back as he quickly wiped his face. You quickly find your pants while Argyle was situating himself. You dad though was in the house now with El following suite behind him. He sees the tv still on with the menu screen of the film the two of you ‘watched’. Hopper notices your door closed and this strikes a nerve for him. He starts his way to your room and opens the door. Once he did, he saw Argyle sitting at the edge of the bed with you braiding his hair. A cold breeze fills the room as the open window allows it through.

“Hey, Mr.Hopper dude.” Argyle says with a smile on his face. “Hey dad, how was the date?”

#argyle stranger things #argyle x reader #argyle smut #argyle #stranger things 4 #argyle fan fic #argyle fan fiction #argyle x reader smut #mostly pwp #super short im sorry #jvblood

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chirpsythismorning · 1 year

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Mike’s monologue makes so much more sense when you remember, he’s a frickin’ Paladin...

Paladins take their oath very seriously, and I do think that the whole theme of friends don't lie, is in part loosely inspired by this oath that Paladin's make, and how one of their most defining qualities is swearing by tenants of honesty.

All of us often overlook the D&D aspect in the show and how central of a role it plays, arguably even more so than parallels with the hundreds of movies they refer to for inspiration, and that's why this moment of Mike's monologue with El in s4, along with Mike's monologue with Will in season 2, is so important to consider if we want to be ready for what's about to go down in s5.

It's as if Mike is acting out an oath of devotion to these two characters. Though his oath to Will comes off a lot more genuine, it's unfortunately undermined slightly by the oath he presents to El, because they're both attempting to be an oath of devotion. By saying he loved El the moment he saw her and how his life started at that very moment, he's contradicting what he said to Will just hours before about how meeting El was simple dumb luck, as well as directly paralleling (and in turn undermining) what he told Will back in s2, which is that meeting Will/asking to be his friend was the best thing he's ever done.

Mike is inadvertently breaking an oath he once made, while also creating a new oath that stands on false grounds.

We've talked about the whole Watch out dominos, your dominos are gonna fall, and how it's related to Mike because he's in the shot equally to Argyle as he says it. But seriously you guys, it's related to Mike.

It's about the internal struggle he's been having for a few years now, growing and growing and him sort of refusing to examine it closely, because he knows that he's in a situation where he's supposed to be devoting himself to El. It's the expected path, and not only that but he also feels indebted to El after all she has done for him (also what the ga thinks which is why they argue even if Mike doesn't love El, they shouldn't break up bc it would hurt her.... Mike shares the ga's logic...), and so as it becomes more and more clear to him that she loves him and wants him to love her, he's trying his best to accept it, while also not being able to because he knows deep down he's breaking an oath that he already made if he follows through with this.

While I think there are a bunch of different factors at play, very likely Mike is aware of what his heart truly wants, which is why he's having such a hard time following through with devoting himself to El. Because deep down, he knows he's already devoted to someone else.

Luckily (tragically), Mike is breaking his oath because he thinks it's the right thing to do. Which just makes him even more of a Paladin if you think about it. The fact that him not wanting to break an oath is why he's been struggling for so long.

I don't think he knows that he's hurting Will while he's doing it, because the oath has more to do with him and being honest with himself, and I don't think he knows he's hurting El by doing this either, because he's under the assumption she wants him to say all of these things. He had doubts originally because there were reasons to have doubts as a result of Mike stalling for so long, but I just don't think Mike would go through with the monologue, if he thought that it wasn't what El wanted.

What makes Mike's arc so painfully tragic, is that he is led to believe at this point that El wants him romantically more than she needs him and that's the whole problem. He is unable to love her in the way she wants him to at this point, and he knows this. And he's still holding back.

That's another thing that's so sad about Mike going through with it in the end anyways, because I think a lot of his guilt stems from knowing that El wants him to love her, and yet he's unable to meet her halfway. And then going through with it in the end, when he doesn't truly mean it, that's... like he's breaking every code in his own book by doing this.

And it is likely going to really affect him.

The dominos are gonna fall. Not just for him, but for everyone.

The good news is that there is a standard way for this to play out, based on D&D rules and interestingly enough, it fits quite well with what s5 is likely to entail...

#byler #stranger things #d&d #stranger things 5 #mike wheeler #paladin #stranger things theory #stranger things meta #st5 predictions

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xxbottlecapx · 1 year

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Another idea I had for a Steve has seizures snippet

Steve gets temporary amnesia because of a seizure. After trying to ask Eddie out on a date, Eddie gets to tell Steve that they are already dating.

Steve was going to tear a hole in the rug if he didn’t stop pacing.

Dustin had wanted to have a party at Steve’s house to celebrate the downfall of the upside down. From what Eddie has heard, the upside down tended to refuse to stay dead. He hoped that it would make an exception to the rule just this once. Eddie wouldn’t say it, but his greatest fear was that he would have to live through it again, which kind of made him feel like a bad person considering everyone else has dealt with it at least twice, but Eddie digresses.

Anyways, Eddie knew about Steve’s anxiety over the party; or, better put, a small get together.

Steve couldn’t handle the general ambiance of a loud and brightly lit party anymore unless he took some serious steps to bring accommodations along, which still made him nervous.

Even so, he harbored extreme paranoia about having a seizure in public. What if someone that knew his parents saw and alerted them? That’s what Steve had told Eddie, at least.

Fortunately for Dustin, the teenager truly had become Steve’s Achilles heel. Case in point: the second Dustin suggested it, Steve agreed to host a “Congrats, we didn’t die!” Celebration at his house. He even took the cover off the pool and had it professionally cleaned so that the teenagers could turn it in to a pool party, despite how hard it was for him to do so (Eddie had to calm him down multiple times during the process.)

You would think that the party or the pool would be what was currently making him pace back and forth for the better half of the hour, or maybe his fear that he would have a seizure during the party (everyone knew about them, so it’s not like they wouldn’t know how to deal with it) no, it was none of the things you would expect your neurotic demon-killing boyfriend to get nervous over. It was honestly kind of refreshing.

Steve made Pasta Con Patate.

It was his Nonno Otis’ favorite recipe. Steve had a large hand-made cookbook from Otis, which was one of the only reasons Steve had ever learned how to cook.

The problem was that Steve had never been allowed to share it with anyone. His father thought cooking was a disgraceful hobby for a man, and his mother wanted nothing to do with her Italian heritage, so openly making authentic Italian dishes was out of the question.

Eddie and Robin were the only ones that Steve has openly cooked for so far (and, for some reason, Argyle. Which made sense upon further examination seeing as he was the least intimidating person that one could cook for. You could give the man a plate filled with stale almonds and he’d genuinely enjoy it. Indisputable fact: There was no possible way to disappoint Argyle.)

After much encouragement from both Robin (Steve’s platonic soulmate) and Eddie (Steve’s boyfriend) Steve had finally gotten the courage to openly cook for the rest of the group.

That isn’t to say that the others have never tried Steve’s food before. It’s just that Steve usually lied to them.

Once, Steve made cantucci for one of Eddie’s DnD campaigns but made Eddie swear to tell the party that the lady in the trailer to his left had made it.

Eddie was completely and utterly besotted with Steve so obviously he did it, though he didn’t want to. This was a trend that, months later, has still continued.

“Sweetheart, if you keep stressing about this, you’re gonna cause an attack.” Eddie said as he sat a bowl of cheese tid-bits in the middle of the living room table. He walked back into the kitchen to grab some popcorn.

“I know, I need to calm down.” Steve continued walking in the hallway, turning left then right, then speeding around the couch. His footsteps made a gentle thudding sound. “But what if they don’t like it?” He rubbed his shaking hands over his face. Eddie couldn’t tell if it was a nervous thing or a muscle spasm.

“Well, first off, they will like it.” Eddie sat down the opened container of cookies, opening the plastic lid. In the crook of his elbow he awkwardly held two bags of lukewarm popcorn.

“Second off, I put molding hot sauce in all the Oreos, so anything you make will taste ten times better in comparison.”

This makes Steve finally stop pacing, taking his hands off his cheeks.

“Please tell me you didn’t do that.” He said after a second.

Eddie didn’t look him in the eye as he continued stocking the preordained snack table. “Have I ever lied to you, Stevie?”

Steve moved his trembling hands. “Oh my god,” he sighs, “go throw those away.” He picks up a vintage pillow and attempts to hit Eddie in the back of the head, making Eddie drop half of the Oreos.

“I’m just!” Eddie ducked, scrambling behind the couch. “I’m just being helpful! I’m supporting my darling boyfriend!” Eddie clung to the couch and placed his hand over his heartbeat, dramatically leaning back until he was almost completing a backbend. “You can’t punish me for this!”

“Eddie! Away!” Steve threw the pillow and successfully hit Eddie in the stomach.

Eddie sprawled himself on the clean floor, giving out an exaggerated zombie noise in defeat before grabbing the Oreos and dashing madly towards the kitchen to hide them from Steve’s wasteful eyes.

Fortunately for Eddie’s cookies, the doorbell rang before Steve could chase him down the corridor, and it immediately sent Steve into Host Mode.

Joyce is here first. Punctual, as always, carrying a glass tray with her.

Everyone had been tasked with bringing food along. Eddie thought it would make Steve less nervous if his pasta wasn’t the main course. The last thing Eddie wanted to do was make Steve so stressed that he had a bad seizure.

Despite Eddie’s wish to continue watching Steve flutter around like a nervous butterfly, Eddie takes the large dish out of Joyce’s hands and puts it on the table in the dining room. She made chocolate babka and (Eddie had been told) Will and Jonathan made matzo ball soup.

If the list in Eddie’s head was correct, Eleven was making sweet potato waffles, Mike supposedly just bought a tin of muffins from the store, Argyle was bringing mole, Dustin made vegan pudding, Nancy was in charge of drinks, Robin was bringing hotdogs, (he’s sure Murray was bringing vodka) and Max made dandelion salad.

Eddie didn’t have to make food since he’s the one that made all the decorations (a large “congrats, you didn’t die!” paper banner hanging from the ceiling, a bunch of paper bats taped to the walls, and he was of course in charge of the movies and music.)

On top of the excitement, the bubbling anxiety of what might happen if Steve overworked himself sat with striking clarity in Eddie’s gut.

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“Look at his cute yellow sweater vest. Isn’t he adorable?” Eddie watched as Steve argued with Dustin about whether Grease was better than Star Wars.

Robin rolled her eyes, standing to Eddie’s side. Half the kids were already in the pool so they had both retreated to the kitchen to hopefully sneak the Oreos back on the snack table without Steve seeing.

“That’s my sweater vest.” She said.

Eddie nodded, hands clinging to his heart. “And I love you for it dearly, I truly do.”

“You’re disgustingly into him.” Robin grabbed four capri suns.

“I’m not the one actively making a wedding planner with him.” Was Eddie’s come back. It was an overwhelmingly thorough wedding planner. He should know, he helped Steve pick out his wedding dress.

This of course sends Robin off into a rant about the normalization of platonic marriage as she cuts off the tops of the Capri suns with scissors and pours the liquid into a red solo cup.

From the hallway, they both hear a subtle bump, followed by a heavy thud.

A second later, Dustin yells.

“Shit, he’s seizing again!”

Eddie is running out of the kitchen and tripping over Robin before he can even process that he’s knocked her Capri sun abomination to the floor.

Luckily, Dustin was probably the best person for Steve to seize around. Dustin had taken to wearing a large winter coat when they hung out together so that he could use it to cushion Steve’s head.

Despite knowing that Steve would be just fine, it was never easy for Eddie to watch his head slam back, arms shaking, eyes rolling back in his skull.

Everyone in the party was pretty well-trained in how to help Steve through his seizures when they happened. They’ve come a long way from the first time, which was probably the most traumatic seizure Steve had ever had, simply because of how poorly everyone had dealt with it.

It had been a focal seizure (who knew there were different kinds) and all he had done was stop moving, eyes rolling back in his skull. Everyone had assumed he was getting Vecnaed and Steve had woken up with the entire party aggressively shaking him and yelling, his favorite song blaring in Max’s headphones. Steve’s postictal confusion (Dustin had taught everyone all the proper terms) only made it worse, leading to him having a panic attack, which triggered another seizure.

All in all, a terrible way to react. Steve had explained to them later that he was not in fact dying, he just had seizures now (since Jonathan, Eddie knew, but Steve hadn’t said it because he didn’t want to make Jonathan feel guilty.)

Despite the fact that they were all completely okay with helping Steve through his seizures, Steve himself hated it with a passion.

Eddie had to comfort Steve on multiple occasions because Steve would get so embarrassed that he would start crying and isolate himself, which Eddie didn’t feel comfortable with especially when Steve had just seized.

For a while, Steve had refused to leave the house after his first seizure in front of the party. He felt such a deep shame from it that Eddie and Robin hadn’t been able to get ahold of him for a week.

Robin eventually had the bright idea to camp in front of Steve’s front door for three days (with Eddie leaving every once in a while to get provisions) before they were able to get Steve to let them inside.

Eddie finds Dustin in the living room, Steve shaking on the floor, having a full-blown grand mal seizure on the carpet.

Dustin’s sweater was already under Steve’s head, but Steve was large and Dustin was obviously having trouble turning Steve on his side. Robin grabs the small stopwatch from Eddie’s pocket and starts timing it.

Eddie takes over, letting Robin and Dustin move the snack table so Steve couldn’t ram his arms against it.

He very gently moves Steve to his side, tilting his head to open his airway, feeling the stiff tendons in his neck.

You weren’t supposed to hold someone down during a seizure, so though it hurt Eddie to do so, he lets Steve thrash around, grabbing pillows from the couch and placing them around him. He wipes drool from Steve’s face more so for Steve’s benefit.

The sliding glass door laid open and Eddie could see everyone in the pool watching, but the party knew it wasn’t good to overwhelm Steve so they stayed further away. Eventually they would make their way inside to check on him once he was awake and actually able to process their presence in a positive manner.

“Its okay, Stevie. You’re safe.” Eddie said, siting near Steve’s head. Robin and Dustin took the couch, talking softly to Steve about some board game they wanted to introduce him to.

It takes about three minutes and twenty seven seconds for Steve’s tremors to die down, his eyes opening.

The second Eddie feels it’s safe to, he places his hands on Steve’s head.

“Hey darling, you had a seizure.” He explained.

Steve squints at him, eyes blurry. Confusion was pretty common after a seizure, so Eddie doesn’t question it when Steve makes a dazed grumbling sound.

Robin walks into the kitchen to get Steve a bottle of water and some Tylenol.

“You’re gonna have an insane headache. You hit your head on the way down.” Dustin pipes up, not getting closer.

“Can you talk?” Eddie whispers.

Steve clumsily grapples with Eddie’s arm, trying to pull him closer, so Eddie helps Steve sit up and holds him to his chest.

After a few minutes, Steve opens his mouth a few times, cuddled into Eddie’s side.

“Who- who’ryou?” He slurs.

Eddie lifts his eyebrows, tucking Steve’s hair behind his ear.

“I’m Eddie.” He says. Sometimes Steve wouldn’t be able to remember things immediately after a seizure. It didn’t happen often but it happened enough for him to not be concerned about it.

“That’s Dustin, and the one bringing you water is Robin.”

Steve slowly moves his head, wincing, to look around at them. Eddie supports Steve’s head with the sweaty palm of his hand.

Eventually, Steve turns back to Eddie.

“My head hurts.” He had a heavy lisp.

“You can take painkillers when you’re more aware. I don’t want you choking.” Eddie clarified.

“You are-“ Steve squinted his eyes as he faced Eddie. Steve inched closer, focusing on Eddie’s features. “So pretty.”

A baffled chuckle leaves Eddie’s lips.

“Thank you darling.” He says kindly, and then a second later; “Why are you crying?”

There was one small tear on Steve’s face. Eddie wipes it off.

“I’m so sad,” Steve sloppily buried his face in Eddie’s chest. Eddie wraps his arms around him tighter. Dustin was snickering on the couch.

“Why?”

“Because- I can’t date you, because- I’m straight.” Steve stuttered, acting like this was the worst possible thing in the entire world.

Now Dustin was full on cackling so hard he had to wrap his arms around his stomach. Robin was loosing it in the corner where she held the water bottle and the painkillers.

Eddie tried to hold himself together, nodding seriously at Steve.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie says, “you are gay.”

“I am?” Steve squeaks, his mood changing in less than a second. “Will you go out with me?”

Eddie couldn’t contain his smile, ducking his head to hide in his hair.

Eddie takes a deep breath.

“I’m your boyfriend.” He informs.

It takes Steve a second to process what he’s saying.

“You are? Holy fuck.” Steve turns his head, like he’s entirely beside himself in shock. The left side of his body wasn’t moving well, so his right arm came to clutch Eddie’s shirt.

Then Steve winces, makes another grumbling sound before resting his forehead on Eddie’s shoulder.

In an hour, Steve would drink his water and painkillers, begrudgingly let himself get checked on by the rest of the kids, and have the entire party enthusiastically fight over who gets his leftover pasta.

Then Eddie would give him a dramatic rendition of Steve asking Eddie out before even remembering who he is, since Steve has no memory of it. Robin will gently tease him about his terrible taste in men, and Eddie will get to successfully cuddle with his boyfriend without a post-seizure meltdown, for once.

Sources;

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK526004/#_article-28844_s1_

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Postictal_state

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3175608/

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anterograde_amnesia.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Todd%27s_paresis

https://youtu.be/dGSf3OeZrHY

https://youtu.be/xW7Bi6DoWGk

https://youtu.be/oA1uDzKBRqI

https://youtu.be/7N74EFyEhUA

https://youtu.be/rEyr4ahlj9Y

https://www.epilepsy.com/complications-risks/moods-behavior/stress-mood-and-seizures

https://www.epilepsy.com/what-is-epilepsy/seizure-triggers/over-counter-medications

https://www.cdc.gov/epilepsy/about/first-aid.htm

https://www.peacehealth.org/medical-topics/id/ty7150spec

#steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steveddie #eddie x steve #stranger things #eddie the freak munson #stranger things s4 #steve has brain damage #steve has seizures #robin buckley #dustin henderson #medical inaccuracies #probably #tonic-clonic seizure

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cherubkeery · 1 year

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Group Dynamic

They all knew about you, Eddie and Steve never shut up about how amazing you are. How pretty, how you had a voice of an angel. You were all they could talk about. It kind of made them uncomfortable knowing both of their friends liked you so much. Just because they knew how it would go. An argument could occur splitting the group in two. Dustin was getting the most frustrated out of everyone. He was the one closest to both Steve and Eddie. He had to fix this before things became a disaster. You’d been too busy staring at the book in your hand, before you heard slamming of hands on the table. You jumped, confused.

“Oh, Dustin what brings you here?” You say, relieve washing over you knowing it was him. But that feeling left as paranoia settled in. Dustin didn’t look happy and Dustin never got upset with you.

“You need to stop this. Do you think it’s fair?” He asked, menacingly. Which was very unlike him as well. You clinched your book, put off by how he was acting. The way he was treating you.

“What are you talking about? I haven’t done anything?” You asked. You seriously had no idea where this was coming from. You wanted to run and Dustin never made you feel like that.

“I’m talking about Steve and Eddie. You know they both like you.” He said accusingly. Your heart fluttered at the sound of both of their names. And the fact that your friend Vivienne had been right. They both had a crush on you.

“I- Dustin I didn’t know I swear.”

“You’re ruining things between all of us. If things go south and they decide to fight over you. It’s gonna ruin everything.” His words cut at you like a knife. You didn’t mean to ruin things. Didn’t mean to ruin their friendship. Your throat felt like it was on fire, one you didn’t know how to put out.

“I-I’m sorry.” You said, before getting up and running off. That was the last time anyone from the gang had spoken to you. Everyone from Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, even Argyle tried to reach out to you. But you’d gone cold turkey on them. Dustin felt the guilt eating him alive. He didn’t realize how harsh he was being until he saw you from a distance. Wiping the tears off your face.

“What the hell did we do? I just don’t understand. I thought things were good. I mean she-she.” Steve said, he had been pacing back and forth. They were all in Steve’s living room. His parents were never home so he had the house to himself. Eddie was on the floor, not speaking. He didn’t know what to make of any of it.

“Maybe, maybe she got eaten by a bear?” Argyle said. Then without even waiting for a response. “Yeah man, I think that’s what happened. Oh no, I really liked her. She would share her pepino con chile with me.” He said sadly.

Dustin felt the guilt building and building.

“Argyle you can’t just say that.” Robin said, pointing at both Eddie’s and Steve’s worried faces.

“It was my fault! It was my fault okay! God, you guys can’t-.”

“Woah, what do you mean by your fault?” Eddie said, finally speaking up. He’d been quiet and not his normal self the entire week. Dustin swallowed before he spoke.

“I kindofwentoffonheraboutherruiningthegroup dynamicifshetriedtogetwitheitherSteveorEddie.” Dustin said quickly.

“You what?” Steve asked, his tone sounded dangerous. Lucas and Mike stared at each other. Max and El were next to them as well as Will. They didn’t look happy either.

“You didn’t you shithead.” Max said.

“I did.” Dustin said, his voice quiet.

“How did you understand what he said?” Argyle asked. “I unfortunately can understand dumbass.” Max said. Argyle nodded like if it was a fact.

“So hold on. What I’m understanding is you went off on her because she might ruin things for the group. Over Eddie and Steve?” Nancy asked.

Dustin nodded slowly.

“Dustin, you’re a major butthead.” Steve said grabbing his keys. Eddie got up from the floor and followed him out the door.

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“I like this song we wrote better. It speaks for all of us. Well everyone expect Dylan. But since we’re all officially sad over someone. Or someone’s for your case.” Your friend Vivienne said. Charlie, your drummer patted you on the shoulder.

You ignored what she said. “Come on, let’s play it than.” Vivienne grabbed her bass guitar. The rest of the band went towards their respective instruments and began to play.

“I’m scared… it feels like you don’t care.” You sang into the mic, closing your eyes. “Enlighten me my dear. Why am I still here?”

You opened your eyes to walk over to Dylan who was on the piano.

“I’m sick of waiting patiently for someone that won’t even arrive.”

Katherine who played lead guitarist shared a look with Ben who was Dylan’s boyfriend. He turned to Dylan. Who shrugged her shoulders. The song was depressing but it was expressing everything you needed it too.

“Woah…”

Little did you know, Steve and Eddie could hear you. The rest of the gang had followed them. After the whole events they’d dealt with. They’d grown a bad case of separation anxiety. So they were always around the other. That’s why Dustin had reacted the way he did. You didn’t know this of course. You were new in town and had chalked up a lot of it to rumors.

“In the back of my mind, I killed you. And I didn’t even regret it.” You sang.

Once the song was over, Charlie got off his drum set and pointed into the air with his drumsticks. “No one can never not say I don’t make good songs.” He said, it was true. He had gotten his heartbroken by a girl the following week. He had showed the song he made to you. Charlie rarely ever wrote the music. So this girl had really broken his heart.

“It was really good Char.” Ben said, a small smile on his face. You smiled at Charlie too. Your mind went to the group. But it then settled on Eddie and Steve. If you had to disappear from their lives. So be it.

“Okay, another song.” You said. Dustin knocked on one of the wooden chairs, making everyone in your band jump. They turned to look over and saw the group standing together. Eddie and Steve eyes widen by how Dustin caught your attention. A knot knit itself in your throat. You couldn’t help it, tears were fighting it’s way out. Katherine held your hand, rubbing circles on the outside of your hand.

“Uh beautiful song.” Steve said, awkwardly. You awkwardly stared at them. This wasn’t how you expected to see them again. All together, probably heard the song you sang. It might have be Charlie’s song but you felt every word you sang.

Eddie had a mesmerized sad expression on his face. Steve gulped, desperately wanting you to respond. You stared back, your eyes unexpectedly landed on Nancy. She had a small smile on her face, an awkward one. Nancy had always been very awkward to you. Maybe it had to do with the fact that you had managed to get Steve. Managed to make his heart sing for another.

“Thanks.” You finally said, “Charlie wrote it.”

Charlie raised his hand in acknowledgement. He looked at you expectantly. Not sure what to say or do next. You climbed down the stairs of the stage, walking straight for them.

“Let’s have this conversation more privately.”

Once away from your band, you managed to hear their side of the story. Dustin apologizing profusely, you reached your hand out to stop him from speaking.

“No, you’re right. I did sort of barge my way into your group. That’s my fault, just know I wont be bothering you guys anymore. I didn’t mean to cause any riffs in your friend group. I apologize if I made a mess-.”

“No, no!” Steve said, “We want you in our group. We want you to be apart of what we have. We don’t want you to feel like a burden. That’s why we’re here.”

“Yeah, you make me feel safer than anyone ever truly has.” Max said, adding on. El nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, you’ve even made me feel heard. I never really feel that I have many friends.” Nancy said. Your heart warmed at that. At everything they were saying.

“Yeah plus I miss your pepino con chile. Shit was delicious.” Argyle said, a weed induced smile on his lips. You smiled back at him. Eddie cleared his throat, almost like he was waiting on his turned to speak.

“And you already know how much I care about you. So please can we just go back to normal?” Eddie said bluntly.

You let out a laugh and nodded your head. Both Steve and Eddie ran into your arms, you engulfed them into you. The rest of them did the same. You’d always belonged in the group. You spoke to Dustin in private, explained how your intentions are never to split the team. You saw how ironclad their love was for each other. Understood something deeper kept them together. And you were not here to break that.

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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For 2k celebration.

Argyle, Pizza Van, tiny baby fluffy kitten. Like I cannot express how fluffy this baby kitten should be. Maybe Jonathan is along for the adventure??? Go wild!

I hope you enjoy this, bb! 💚 shoutout to @loveshotzz for inspiring me to make this smutty.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (f! receiving)

WC: 1.7k

After a long shift at Surfer Boy Pizza, Argyle is exhausted. He’d usually drive straight back to his place and blaze up a joint, but he has something much more important to do tonight.

He goes to the Byers house, knocking on the door three times before Jonathan opens it, grinning and holding a fuzzy orange cat in his arms. “Did someone order a kitten to impress their girlfriend?”

“Shut up, man,” Argyle mutters, taking the kitten from his friend. “You know she’s not my girlfriend.”

“But you want her to be,” Jonathan goads, waggling his eyebrows, leaning over to grab the cat carrier.

“I said shut up!”

Jonathan chuckles. “Dude, you are so in love with her!” He laughs even harder when he sees a blush creep into his friend’s cheeks. “You gotta tell her, bro. Ask her out, kiss her, I don’t know, but you gotta do something besides follow her around like a lost puppy. Or kitten, in this case.”

The long-haired stoner rests his head in his free hand. “Yeah, man, I know. What if she wigs out or somethin’? We’ve been best friends for, like, our whole lives, dude. I can’t just fuckin’ throw that away because of a crush.”

Sensing Argyle’s vulnerability, Jonathan’s expression becomes more serious. “That’s not gonna happen, all right? It’s obvious that she feels the same way; everyone already thinks you’re dating. You just needa go for it. Now,” he places the carrier in front of Argyle, “go deliver a cat to your future wife.”

After bringing the litter box, cat food, and toys out from the Byers’ house and loading them into his van, Argyle buckles the carrier into the back seat. “Okay, little dudette,” he says as he pulls out of the parking lot, “hold on to your little cat butt, because we gotta move fast if we wanna make it on time for it to still be her birthday.” He’s doing 50 in a 30, hoping there are no cops around. “I mean, she’s not gonna be mad if we’re late, but it’s the principle of the matter, you know? ‘Course you don’t; you’re a cat. I’m so nervous, I’m having a conversation with a cat.”

He lets out a soft chuckle as he merges onto the parkway. “Anyway, you’re gonna love her. She’s, like, the sweetest person ever, y’know? And super hot, but that’s besides the point.” He drums on the steering wheel and continues. “And Byers keeps telling me to make a move, but what if it ruins everything? It’s like, yeah, we could live happily ever after or whatever, or she could laugh in my face. Or,” he adds, anxiety rising, “we could get together and fall in love, and then break up. And that would really suck.”

Your exit comes up quickly, and Argyle swerves onto the ramp, still chatting to the kitten in his backseat. “We’re almost there, gatita.” He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as he parks in front of your apartment building. “Okay, I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna tell her that I wanna take her on a date.”

Bringing the carrier and the bags to the front door, Argyle rings the bell, fingers trembling.

“Hello?” your voice trills over the speaker.

“Hey, birthday girl,” he drawls. “Can you come down? Got a surprise for you.”

He can practically hear you smile at the sound of his voice. “Args! Of course, just gimme a second.” A few moments later, the door swings open and you’re there, standing in front of him. You’re in your pajamas, but he swears you’ve never looked so beautiful.

“So, what did you get me?” you question, already walking towards the van. As soon as you slide open the front, the kitten pads to the front of the carrier and meows excitedly. “Oh my God, is that…” Your eyes widen and tears blur your vision. “Did you get me a kitten?”

Argyle nods, a grin stretching across his face. “Yeah, you kept talkin’ about how much you wanted one, and my mom’s friend’s cat had babies…figured it was the perfect match.” He watches, lovestruck, as you carefully open the carrier and scoop up the tiny, fuzzy tabby cat.

“She’s so soft,” you muse, pressing small kisses to her head. “Does she have a name?”

“Not yet,” he replies, reaching out to pet underneath the kitten’s chin. “Got any ideas?”

You ponder for a second, taking in the cat’s light coloring and the man who gifted her to you. “How about Pineapple?” you suggest with a giggle. “So she’ll always remind me of my favorite person in the world and his favorite pizza topping.”

“I’m your favorite person?” he asks incredulously, putting the remaining bags on the floor and shoving his hands in his pockets. He ducks his head, long raven hair falling over his deep brown eyes. “That’s really fuckin’ cool, man, because you’re my favorite person, too.” He forces himself to meet your gaze. “Fuck it, I’m doing this,” he says, though you’re unsure if he’s talking to himself or to you.

“Listen, you’re more than my favorite person. I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s like…I think about you all the time.”

“Argyle,” you start, but he keeps going.

“And we’ve been best friends since, like, what? Sixth grade or whatever? You’ve always been the one who took me seriously, always looked out for me. Never called me stupid or–”

“Argyle.”

“I don’t wanna fuck up our friendship, but I can’t keep acting like I’m not in love with you–”

“Argyle!” You finally break through his thoughts, grabbing his large hand in your own smaller one, the one that isn’t cradling Pineapple. “Argyle, when you told me that you got me the gift I always wanted, do you know what I thought it was?”

Argyle just shakes his head.

You take a step towards him, dropping his hand and cupping his cheek. “This.” You press on your tiptoes and kiss him softly and gently, allowing him to register what’s happening and part your lips with his tongue. When you part, the two of you are wearing matching blissed-out smiles.

“Holy shit,” Argyle murmurs, leaning down for another kiss. “Wanted to do that for so fuckin’ long, and it was better than I imagined.” His gaze drops to the kitten nuzzled into your shoulder. “Pineapple clearly is not entertained.”

As if responding, she lets out a content purr. You place her back in the carrier resting on the front seat. “Y’know, a kiss wasn’t the only present I was hoping for.” You bring your fingers to the waistband of his pants, running them along the elastic. “Only if you want to, though.”

“Oh, I want to.” If that isn’t the understatement of the century.

You kiss him again, harder and hungrier than before. He lifts you with ease, arms strong from years of kneading dough, and you wrap your legs around his waist. One of his hands supports your ass, while the other is on the back of your neck, holding you impossibly close.

“Inside?” he manages, glancing in the direction of your building.

You sigh in frustration. “Stupid roommate is home.” Biting your lower lip, you try to think quickly. “There’s always the back of your van.”

Argyle laughs. “Princesa,” he tells you, and your heart soars at the nickname, “I am not having our first time together happen in my van.”

“But it’s my birthday!” you pout, making him smile wider. “Pleeeeeease?”

It’s your begging that gets him. He flings open the back door, lowering you tenderly before climbing on top of you and closing the door behind him. “Whatever my birthday girl wants.”

You feel his hand on your wrist, sliding a hair tie off of it and tying back his own mane. “Now, Princesa,” he begins, alternating between speaking and sucking on your neck, “I wanna stay true to my word and sleep with you for the first time somewhere special.”

“But–”

“But, I am not opposed to making you feel good, since it is your birthday and everything.” The van is dark, but you can tell that he’s grinning mischievously as he tugs on your pajama pants, pressing his hard length into your thigh.

“Are you sure?” But he’s already pulling down your panties, which are wet with pleasure.

Argyle trails kisses down your torso, sending shivers through your body. His middle finger finds your clit easily. “That feel okay?”

“M-More than okay,” you stammer, still in shock that your best friend is about to eat you out.

“Good.” He flattens his tongue against your folds, teasing you for a moment before bringing his lips to your sensitive bundle and sucking lightly. “Put those legs on my shoulders, baby doll,” he instructs you. “That’s my girl.”

His tongue laps at your pussy, leaving you moaning and gripping the van’s carpet. “Argyle, fuck, right there.” Your voice catches and you feel your eyes well up as he devours you. His fingers dig into the plush of your thighs as you let out a pornographic wail.

The coil in your belly is dangerously close to snapping, and you buck up your hips involuntarily. “Sorry,” you mumble, embarrassed.

But Argyle remains pressed to your core, unfazed. “Nothin’ to be sorry for,” he reassures you, adjusting his ponytail. “Take everything you need. Tonight is for you.” With that, he brings his mouth back to your clit and pumps his thick middle finger in and out of your cunt. That’s the final straw, and you cry out his name as you cum.

“You taste so perfect,” Argyle says, wiping your slick from his chin with the back of his hand.

You lower your legs and push yourself onto your elbows. “You’re too good at that,” you manage, still catching your breath. “When can we have sex?”

Argyle chuckles. “I wanted to take you out to dinner first!”

“I have a frozen lasagna we can split, and Pineapple can have some kibble.”

“That’ll work.”

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strangerthingslover69 · 1 year

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One night stand

Dmitri + Female reader

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~Drinking, smoking, swearing & smut~

After five years away you find yourself back to Hawkins. It saddened you to be moving away from your parents but after you a pretty rough break up you needed to get away, so you decide where else better than where you grew up? You can’t wait to reunite with your old friends again, the first thing you all decided to do was go out and get absolutely wasted. You bump into someone on your drunken travels and one thing leads to another…

‘I can’t believe you’re actually here!’ Robin practically screams at you as you get out of you car. She brings you for a hug before you even shut your door. ‘Hey Robbie, I’m so happy to see you but you’re suffocating me’ you say laughing. She looses her grip stepping back, ‘Sorry I’ve just missed to so much, talking on the phone isn’t the same.’ She says poking your ribs. ‘I know I should have visited, it’s been a while. I’m sorry I didn’t but I’m here for good now!’ You say with excitement. ‘Do my eyes deceive me or is that you Y/N?’ You hear Eddies voice behind you. ‘Eddie!’ You say excitedly bringing him in for a hug. ‘You’re looking good Y/N, how was the ride over?’ He says hugging you back. ‘Aw Eds’ always such a sweetie. I’m loving this new tat by the way very nice.’ - you say pointing to the large spider on his neck- ‘It was long but worth it, I can not wait for tonight!’ You say with another big smile. You can’t help but smile. It was so good and refreshing to be back in Hawkins. You needed to get out of California after your break up with Issac. It just hurt too much to stay there. Everything reminded you of him. You were sad to leave your parents but they understood what you needed to do. They’d always been supportive of your choices. After talking about it with them you called Robin up and asked if you could move in with her and Eddie since Steve recently moved out to move in with his girlfriend. Everyone was fully aware of the situation with your ex. Robin was over the moon you asked and of course accepted, she even gave you a job at family video since she was now the manager. Everything seemed to be falling into place for you and you hadn’t even unpacked. You close the car door and grab your bags, Eddie and Robin helping you with your stuff. ‘So what’s the plan for tonight?’ You say making your way to the apartment complex. It was nice, lots of trees and greenery around. ‘Got a show in tonight if you fancy coming along to see it?’ Eddie says looking at you. ‘Are you kidding?! A chance to see Corroded Coffin for the first time in forever! I’d love to!’ You squeal with excitement. ‘Where we meeting the others?’ You ask as you get into the lift. ‘Oh, I’m, I’m not sure yet’ Robin says in a weird way. You side eye her confused. ‘Okay, well we best organise that, I can not wait to see everyone. It’s been too long’ you say feeling like you were going to burst with excitement. Eddie and Robin look at one another with a happy expression.

Everyone knew why you and fully understood why hadn’t been back. It was too hard. Your brother dying in the ‘earthquake.’ That’s why your parents decided to move away, they have you the option to stay but you didn’t want to be away from them after loosing your brother. But now you needed to be back, more than ever. It’s where you belonged. The lift door opens and you make your way down to your new home. Robin unlocks the door, you follow her and Eddie in.

‘Surprise!’ An eruption of voices shout at you making you jump, you look around and see everyone. Steve, Nancy, Johnathan, Argyle, El, Mike, Max, Lucas, Erica, Dustin, Will, Joyce, Hopper and Murray. You cover your mouth with your hands as the tears roll down. You hear some ‘awwws’ as you smile brightly at everyone. ‘What, what are you all doing?!’ You say in utter disbelief. ‘Robin and Eddie told us you were moving back home.’ Nancy says smiling. ‘How could we not surprise you honey? It’s been too long!’ Joyce says making her way over to you, she brings you in for a tight hug. ‘I can’t believe it! I’m so happy to see you all’ you say hugging Joyce back. Joyce has always been your second mum, especially with everything that had happened. Of course your parents didn’t know about the upside down, demogorgans, Vecna all that so it helped having Joyce. You loved her dearly. ‘What’s this?!’ You say seeing the shining diamond on her finger. Her cheeks blush a little. ‘Finally manned up and asked her to be Mrs Hopper’ Jim says kissing Joyce on the head. You smile at him. ‘Congratulations!’ You say with happiness. You reach up giving Hopper a hug. Like Joyce feeling like your mum, Hopper felt like your dad. Always being there when you needed him. You were like there other adopted daughter pretty much. ‘Will you two lovebirds be coming out later?’ You ask quietly hoping they might be, you’ve seen Hopper drunk, it amused you a lot he let go when he’d had a drink it was fun! ‘Only because I am forcing them, I told them they need to get out more. Have more fun’ El says appearing at your side. You bring her in for a hug. She’s looking so grown up you can’t quite believe it. ‘Look at you, look at you all, your all adults. How the hell did that happen!?’ You say to all the others who use to be so little. Now many of them taller than you. You mingle with everyone for a few hours till Eddie leaves to go start setting up for his gig and you say you’re goodbyes to the others as they go home. Yourself, Robin and Nancy all get ready together.

‘I am so excited to see Eddie and his band. It’s been forever since I’ve seen them!’ You say taking out the last curler in your hair. ‘They’ve definitely gotten better, not they were ever bad’ Nancy says applying her lipstick. ‘So Y/N what are you gonna wear?’ Robin says with a smile. You got to your suitcase and pull out the dress you’ve been waiting for a special occasion. There’s been numerous times when you wanted to wear it but your ex said to was too revealing so you couldn’t. Nancy and Robins mouths hang open, in a good way. ‘Y/N, that. That dress. Wow. You are gonna look fucking amazing’ Robin says still in shock. ‘I think you will definitely catch someone’s attention in that’ Nancy saying smirking. ‘Well Wheeler my dear. That is the whole point’ you say winking at her. You all burst into a fit of giggles. A hour later and you’re all ready. Nancy in a lightly baby pink dress, light make up, wavy hair, definitely a signature Nancy look. Robin as always rocking her trousers, shirt and vest jacket combo with sneakers, wavy hair like Nancy but shorter and minimal make up. You were in your emerald green glitter dress. Short enough if you bent over you’d show the whole world your ass as you decided against panties. It was lowly cut showing off your cleavage. Not leaving much to anyones imagination at all. Pairing with some black sandal strap wedges, hair curly and light make up, you weren’t the biggest fan of it but it make you feel good. You all definitely had a different style lined up next to each other in the mirror. ‘Guys, you ready?’ You hear Steve’s voice as he opens the front door. He has kindly offered to be your driver tonight. He smiles as he see you all appear from your bedroom. His smile drops and mouth hangs open when he sees you, you see him gulp and pull the top of his t-shirt. ‘Wow, Y/N you look, wow. Erm, you all look amazing’ he says trying to look away from your dress. ‘Dingus tongue back in. You have a girlfriend’ Robin says flicking his forehead as she walks past him. Nancy rolls her eyes and follows. You smile at him, ‘Thanks Stevie, ready to go?’ You say walking out with him, you lock the door behind you. ‘Y-yup already’ he says again trying to not focus on how short your dress is. It doesn’t take too long to get ti the hideout. Outside you meet Johnathan and Argyle. ‘Hey my dudes, Y/N that is one awesome dress’ Argyle says with redness in his eyes, most definitely high. ‘Thanks very much, hoping it’ll do some magic for me’ you say playfully bumping his shoulder. Once inside the place is just like you remember, even the same smell. You use to think it was disgusting but how you love it. ‘You guys go get a table, drinks on me’ you say smiling. ‘I’ll help you’ Steve offers. The others go find a table whilst you and Steve make your way over to the bar. It doesn’t take long for the bartender to come over taking your orders. You also order everyone two shots. Your mission tonight was to get mortality wasted. It had been a long time since you did. My god you missed it. ‘Y/N?’ You near a voice behind you. You turn to your surprise seeing Hopper, Joyce and Murray. You suddenly feeling very exposed. ‘Hey guys, you actually came! Good to see you all again’ you say with a smile. ‘We’re just here to watch Eddie, Johnathan won’t stop banging on about him and his show so thought come see what the fuss was about’ Murray says eyeing your outfit. ‘You look’ Hopper starts to speak as he point to your dress trying to find the right word. ‘Lovely’ Joyce cuts in before Hopper says something that may accidentally offend you. ‘Thanks, just trying something new’ you say in a small voice. ‘Enjoy the show guys’ you say turning around to follow Steve with your drinks. ‘Oh Y/N, if you bump into someone with in a leather jacket, blue shirt, jeans and a Russian accent can you let us know. We appear to of lost him’ Murray says side eyeing Hopper. ‘It’s not my fault!’ He says defensively. ‘Okay…I will be on the look out for the mysterious Russian man’ you say with a giggle as you make your way to your table.

Eddie and his band do an amazing performance, you were screaming along the whole time dancing and jumping around. You were having an amazing time. Safe to say the alcohol was most definitely having an effect on you. When Eddies done he makes his way to find you all, he can’t help but laugh at the sight of you all in your drunken ways, we’ll apart from Steve. ‘Eddieeeeee! That was amazing! You say leaping to hug him. He manages to catch you, ‘thanks Y/N, how much have you had to drink?’ he says steadying you back up. ‘Way too much’ Steve shouts over your shoulder. You throw him a glare, ‘No way Stevie. I’ve not had enough! Wanna do some shots Eddie?’ You say raising your eyebrows. ‘Sure, why not get more fucked up’ he laughs as you drag him to the bar. ‘Good bar tender man four shot of vodka pleaseeee!’ You say with a gleaming smile. ‘No, you’re too drunk, have some water’ he says unimpressed by you. You pout. ‘Please, just two? One for me and my friend’ you say leaning your chest onto the bar your boobs nearly spilling out. You notice him look down and blush. He rolls his eyes. ‘Then no more. Okay?’ He says pouring you the two shots. You throw him a beaming smile when handing him the money. ‘Thank you so much!’ You say as you down the shot. Eddie downs his shot feeling a little buzzed. ‘Fancy a smoke?’ He says bringing out his cigarettes. You nod eagerly. He brings your hand to his and scoots you through the crowd avoiding the men’s grabby hands they make at you. Once outside you feel the chill of the night, sending shivers over your exposed body. ‘No wonder your cold, you forgot to bring clothes’ Eddie joked as he lit his cigarette. He offers you one and you accept. ‘Haha very funny Munson’ you say rolling your eyes. You lean on the wall for balance as you feel the effect of the alcohol hit you now your not in that stuffy place. ‘You okay?’ Eddie asks as he notices you not looking 100%. ‘I, I’m okay’ you say taking a drag of the cigarette. You try to stand straighter but stumble, somehow you end up sitting down on the floor. ‘Shit, let me get you some water okay? Stay here Y/N’ Eddie says leaning down to you. You look up at his brown eyes and smile. ‘Okay’ yuk reply with dopy smile

You finish the cigarette as you wait for Eddie. But being very drunk you grow impatient and don’t wait for long. You try stand up using the wall balance, your hand slips and you begin to wobble. You feel some hands grand your arms and help you back up. ‘Thanks’ you say smiling. ‘How could I not help a pretty woman?’ You hear him say words a bit slurred like yours. You turn around to look at your savour. Someone you’d not seen before but you sure want to know him. He’s tall, moustache, leather jacket, older but very fucking handsome. ‘Well good sir what can I ever do to say thank you?’ You say with a flirty smile, your hand crawling up his chest. His hands move down to you waist. ‘I can maybe think of something’ he says leaning down to your ear. You think you hear an accent your about to ask him what it is but you feel his lips move down and press a kiss on your neck. It sends goosebumps all over your body not just from the cold. Next thing you know hands are roaming all over each other. You feel his hands squeeze your ass, ‘You look very sexy in this dress, I like it very much’ he says biting his lip. ‘I think I’d like it better in your bedroom floor though’ you say seductively. Yours and the strangers lips crash into once another for a hot needy kiss. You feel his teeth bite your lip making you moan. ‘There’s a hotel down the road, shall we get a room?’ He says into your mouth. ‘Fuck yes’ you reply feeling excited. Your hands intertwine with one another as you walk to the hotel. Excitement runs through out your body. This is not usually like you but you think fuck it, well fuck him

Eddie comes out with the water only five minutes later. It was mayhem trying to get the bar tenders attention, if he had tits it would have been no problem. As he makes his way outside he doesn’t see you where he left you. ‘Fuck’ he says rubbing his eyes. ‘Y/N?!’ He calls your name around hoping to find you. Eddie spends twenty minutes looking for you before going back inside to the others. As he reaches the table he’s filled with worry. ‘Guys I fucked up. I, I can’t find Y/N. I swear I left her for five minutes to get her some water. I can’t find her anywhere’ Eddie tells the other with worry in his voice. Even though they are all fairly drunk they all realise what Eddies saying. ‘Fuck sake man!’ We need to go find her, she’s fucking wasted!’ Steve says throwing his hands on his hips. ‘Robin call a cab and go back to the apartment in case she turns up. Nancy call Joyce in case she decided to go back to hers. Johnathan and Argyle look around here in case she’s somewhere. Me and Eddie will look around outside more.’ Steve says setting the plan in place. He was always good in a bad situation. They all do what Steve says and the search begins for you.

Meanwhile you and Mr Stranger are in the hotel room, one room left with a single bed but it’s not that you’d be sleeping much anyway. As soon as the door closed clothes were torn off and thrown across the room. Lips instantly find one another. Tongues collide with one another, sloppy kisses but both too drunk to care. You stumble back into the bed and he falls on top of you. His lips begin to latch onto your neck and mark it up, it feels so good, you can feel your pussy getting more wet. ‘Fuck me’ you whine as you buck your hips closer. He does not need telling twice. His cock bottoms out into you causing you to moan loudly. ‘Fuck! You’re, you’re big!’ You winch slightly as it stings. He laughs into your neck. ‘And you’re beautiful’ he praises make your pussy clench around him. You hear him moan and it’s so fucking sexy. He begins to thrust in and out of you hard and fast, he reaches places you didn’t know existed. His hands pin you down by your wrists, they dig in but you don’t care as you can feel an orgasm approaching already. ‘Fuck, g-gonna cum!’ You scream as you lift your legs higher. ‘Cum sweet girl’ he moans as you clench around and cum all over his dick. He doesn’t even have time to warn you before he shoots his cum into your pussy. ‘ебать!’ (fuck!) He pants heavily as he fills you up. You can’t help but clench at what ever the fuck he said, you lean up and sink your teeth into his neck like he did with you. You move your head back onto the pillow panting heavily. The man still in you, you feel him growing soft. He looks down at you and bringing his hand up to your chin lifting you into a soft kiss. You smile at one another until you winch as it’s starting to become uncomfortable with him in you still, he sees your facial expression. ‘Shit sorry’ he says slowly pulling out and squeezing next to you. ‘You know I don’t normally do this’ you blurt out. He looks to you and replies, ‘Neither do I, but I’m glad I did.’ ‘Me too’ you say smiling. Your head starts to spin as the alcohol starts wearing off, you yawn as your feel tired from being fucked hard. ‘You should get some sleep’ he says stroking your leg up and down. Your eyes give in as they close, you fall asleep in the strangers chest, he falls asleep next to you

You are woken up by bright lights peaking through the curtains. As your eyes adjust to your surroundings your head starts to thump. Where the fuck am I? You think to yourself. You see the clock on the side as it reads 9:38am. Looking around the room and do not recognise it, you soon realise you’re not alone. You turn your head slowly to the stranger you’re sharing a bed with. Who the fuck are you? You think. You carefully move his arm off your stomach and sit up, the room begins to spin a little so you move more slowly. As you sit up your have no idea what the fuck happened last night. You remember seeing Eddies band, drinking and dancing. You creep out of the bed and realise you’re naked as you see your dress on the floor. ‘Fuck’ you whisper to yourself. Then it floods back. You’re pretty sure you met him at the hideout then you came back here and by the evidence on the floor and wetness between your legs. You fucked this stranger. As you get dressed you can’t help but take sneaky peeks at him. He lays naked half under the covers, he’s a very handsome man, you want to pat yourself on the back but as he shuffles in his sleep you decide it’s best to leave. You see a paper and a pen on the nightstand leaving a little note for the mysterious man. Hello Stranger sorry I never actually caught your name? I’m sorry to leave you like this but my friends will be worried about me. I’ll admit I don’t remember too much of the night but maybe that’s for the best? Thank you for a fun night, I had a great time. Hopefully see you around? X

You end up scribbling out a lot as you don’t know what to say. You also think best not to sign your name. You admire him one last time before you open to door and sneak out. Once outside the fresh air hits you hard, you run to the closest bin and throw up. You get some looks from a group of mums with their children clearly disapproving you. Well you can’t blame them, you are most definitely doing the walk of shame. You find a pay phone on the hotel wall and call home

‘Hello? Y/N, is that you?!’ Eddie answers with panic in his voice

‘Y-yeah, it’s me. I, I’m so sorry Eds’ you say in a sad tone

‘Thank fuck you’re okay! I swear I only left you for five minutes, then, then you just disappeared. We all thought something had happened to you! We spent hours looking for you, almost called Hopper to report you missing!’ Eddie says voice slightly raised

You winch at his words and tone. ‘Ed’s I’m so so sorry. I, I didn’t mean to worry you all. I’m okay. I, I erm need to to come pick me up’ you say nervously

‘Y/N, where did you go?!’ You hear Robins voice through the phone

‘I will explain everything when I see you, please come pick me up. It’s cold, I’m hung over and people keep looking at me. Please’ you beg

‘Where are you?’ Robin asks

‘I, I’m at the Golden Leaf hotel?’ You mumble down the phone

Silence from both sides. ‘Guys please?’ You beg again

‘We’re on the way’ Eddie says hanging up

Only ten minutes later and Eddie pulls up in his van. You get in and are immediately welcomed by questions. It seemed everyone stopped over at yours and they all decided to come pick you up. You have not felt this embarrassed for a long time. You sit next to Robin at the front as Eddie drives back home. ‘Sooooo what happened?’ Nancy asks from behind you. ‘I think it’s pretty clear what happened, don’t you?’ You hear Robin say tapping your neck. You flick her hand away and rub your neck, pulling down the sun visor and looking in the mirror you see your neck all marked up with bruises. Your face turns bright red. ‘Y/N, I get you wanted to have fun. We’re glad you did. But you could have at least called’ you hear Steve’s voice say. You sigh sadly. ‘I, I’m so sorry everyone. It, it just happened so fast. I didn’t expect it. I know I’m a shitty friend. First night back and already leaving you all in the dark? Fuck it won’t happen again. I’m sorry’ you say as your bottom lip starts to wobble. ‘Hey, come here’ Robin says putting her arm around you. ‘Your here and safe now that the main thing’ she reassures you warmly. You cry a little into her as she comforts you. ‘So my dude, whose the lucky dude?’ Argyle asks. Your cheeks return to the colour red again. You lift up from Robin and look at everyone. ‘Well, I, I don’t know’ you say awkwardly. ‘Damn, who knew you had it in you Y/N!’ Eddie says laughing. The others all laugh with you. The rest of the drive home is more relaxed and your still bombard with questions you just can not answer, Eddie pulls up in the parking lot. The others all go out to breakfast leaving you and Robin in the apartment ready to join them after you showered. The water helps you feel a little bit better. You winch as you wash your lower area, it felt sore from the night before. ‘Y/N you want some coffee?’ Robin calls through the door. ‘Good yes! Will be out in a minute’ you call back. After cleaning yourself you head to the kitchen to have your ever much needed coffee

Dmitri wakes up his head thumping and his stomach churning. He feels a draft as he realises he’s naked, he looks up to see his clothes bundled on the floor. He thinks about the night before, he can somewhat recall it. Himself, Hopper, Joyce and Murray went first to the pub to have some drinks, however Dmitri had drank more than a few. By the time they made it to the hideout within twenty minutes he’d lost the others. After drinking more and watching Eddie perform he needed some fresh air and a cigarette. That’s when he remembers you. Yes how can he forget? Beautiful woman. Green dress. Curly hair. He helped you with something. Then you ended up here. His dick twitches as he remembers your moans. Dmitri’s memory is not as bad as yours. ‘Hello?’ He calls out wondering if you’re in the bathroom. No answer. He stands up and sees a note on the side

Hello Stranger sorry I never actually caught your name? I’m sorry to leave you like this but my friends will be worried about me. I’ll admit I don’t remember too much of the night but maybe that’s for the best? Thank you for a fun night, I had a great time. Hopefully see you around? X

He can tell you scribbled some parts out he can’t make out what they say unfortunately. And no name either. What a mysterious woman. He folds the note up and walks over to his clothes putting them back on and putting the note in his jeans pocket. He called down to reception asking them to book him a taxi to go back home. He unlocks the door and it greeted with a not so happy Jim. ‘And where the hell have you been?’ He asks slightly pissed off. Dmitri sighs as all he wants is a shower. ‘I, I met someone, went to a hotel. That’s it’ he says shrugging his shoulders. ‘You called off called man’ he says thumping his shoulder, not hard. ‘Sorry, lost track of time’ he says pushing Jim off. Jim’s no longer pissed off, after all he’s a grown ass man and can do what he wants but still a call would have been appreciated. As Dmitri walks through the house (he is currently living at with Joyce and Hopper as he saves for his own place) he like you is bombarded with questions like you were. ‘So who’s this mysterious woman?’ Joyce asks pouring him a coffee. Dmitri takes a long needed sip. ‘You can say that again I do not know’ he says a little sadly. Hopper and Joyce side eye one another. ‘Well done, you are now officially an American!’ Murray says laughing. Dmitri rolls his eyes. ‘I’m going for a shower, thanks for the coffee Joyce’ he says finishing it. ‘Hey we’re not done talking about this!’ Hopper shouts down the hall. As Dmitri showers he really wishes you’d left your name, he wanted to know who you were. Who the first woman he fucked since his wife was. Sure there had been opportunities but he was always too nervous. The drink definitely made his decision but he did not regret it at all you were so beautiful, unlike anyone he’s ever met. He wanted to see you again. He didn’t know how that was going to happen but he needed to make it possible

/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/ One month later -

You’d settled down nicely in your new home and job. As soon as you got your first pay check you bought dinner for everyone as a sorry for that night. They were all nice about it to you and luckily didn’t bring it up again. Today you and Robin had book the day off to go to the mall to go shopping. It’s been a while since you bought some new clothes so you were excited. After two hours of shopping you both decided it was time to grab something to eat as you were starving. You decided on getting some sushi, it was one of your favourites and you hadn’t had it in forever. You and Robin sit down, the smell of sushi hits your nose. Normally you’d love it but this time it makes you feel sick. You nose turns up at disgust. Robin sees your face change. ‘You okay Y/N?’ She asks. ‘Yeah yeah, think I’m just hungry. Skipped breakfast’ you say nonchalantly. Robin nods in agreement. Once the food arrive Robin tucks in making mmm sounds. You pick up your tuna roll with the chopsticks and put it in your mouth. As you chew something definitely doesn’t sit with you right. Your stomach churns at the taste. You look at Robin with a worried expression, before she can say anything to you, you are holding your stomach running to the bathroom. As soon as you reach the toilet you throw up. ‘Y/N? You okay?’ Robin asks making her way to you out of breath. You continue to throw up. Once your stomach is empty you flush the toilet and sit on the floor.m, wiping your mouth. ‘I don’t know what came over me. I love this place’ you say clutching your stomach. ‘Well you’ve been saying you’ve not been feeling great these last few mornings. Your not pregnant you?’ Robin says laughing making a joke

You look up to her, face paler than ever. Shit. Your late. Your never late. Since you were thirteen you’ve always been on time. Robin notices your change of colour and bends down to you. ‘Shit Y/N, are you actually pregnant?’ She asks shocked. You look at her with tears filling your eyes. ‘We need to go to the pharmacy. Now’ you say in a panicked voice. ‘Shit. Okay okay, we will go’ Robin says trying to be reassuring. You walk quickly out the bathroom leaving money for the sushi and grabbing your bags nearly running to the pharmacy. You look around and find a test. You hide it as you take it to the counter. Your in and out fast as you place the money down not bothering to wait for your change. You find the nearest bathroom to the pharmacy. Robin looks at you surprised. ‘N-now?’ She asks. ‘Yes now, I, I need to know’ you say closing the door dragging Robin in with you. She turns as you pull down your trousers and knickers, you open the test reading the instructions carefully. ‘Two for yes. One for no’ you mumble to yourself. You pee on the stick. ‘It says we have to wait three minutes’ you say pulling up your things. Robin turns to you as you sit back down on the toilet, your heart feels like it’s going to jump out your chest. ‘Robbie. What the fuck do I do?’ You say running your hands through your hair. Robin bends down rubbing your knees, ‘Why don’t we see what the test says first, then we can talk about it?’ She says with a small smile trying to help you stay calm. ‘I don’t even know who the fucking guy was!’ You say as tears start to roll down your cheeks. Robin brings you in for a hug as you sob onto her shoulders. You stay like this for a while until you calm down. You pull away and take a deep breath. ‘Can you look? I, I can’t’ you say passing her the test. Robin looks down and sees the two lines. ‘It’s, its positive’ she says showing you. You look at the test hands shaking. ‘Fuck’ you say not knowing what to do. You both stay speechless for a few minutes until you wipes the tears and shove the test in your bag. ‘Okay here’s what we’re gonna do’ you start to say taking a deep breath. ‘We’ve already made plans to go to Joyce’s and Hoppers house for the BBQ. We confirmed we definitely could yesterday. We can’t cancel. It’s a joint belated birthday party for Hopper and his friend. It will look weird if we don’t go. So this stays between us okay? I’m, I’m not ready to think about it yet. We got there and put on a smile. Promise?’ You say reaching for her hands. She takes them and holds them tightly. ‘Are you sure you want to Y/N? I’m sure they’d understand if we just say that your sick?’ She asks. You shake your head. ‘I’m sure, this is the first time in a long time I’ve been here for Hoppers party. I’m not gonna let them down. Let’s just get out of here please?’ You say pleaded. Robin nods, you both get up and leave your situation behind for now. The drive home is quiet, you don’t really know what to say. Once in the apartment you get ready for the party in your room. You chose a pretty purple dress with white flowers on it. Before putting it on you can’t help but look at yourself in the mirror. You look at your stomach and subconsciously your hands begin to reach for it. You quickly move them away when you hear a knock at your door. ‘Just a second’ you shout quickly putting on your dress. You open the door and are greeted by Robin. ‘Ready?’ She says with concern in her face. You shake off the feeling of wanting to hide and nod. ‘Ready. Let’s go’ you say grabbing Hoppers present. Robin grabs his friends, apparently he likes vodka. Just like before the drive over is quiet. Once Robin parks up your heart beats faster. ‘Y/N are you one hundred percent sure you want to do this?’ Robin asks turning to you. You take some deep breaths. ‘Yes, I’m sure’ you reply. You get out the car and begin to walk round to the garden, Robin quickly joins you side linking your arm giving you a warm smile.

The garden is decorated in balloons and a banner that says, ‘Happy belated birthday Hopper and Dmitri!’ ‘So is Dmitri Hoppers friend?’ You ask pointing to the sign. Robin nods. ‘Yeah, he’s a nice guy. Russian, you’ll like him’ she says with a warm smile. You smile back as you make your way over to Hopper and Joyce. ‘Happy belated birthday Hop!’ You say smiling. ‘Hey Y/N, hey Robin! Thanks so much for coming’ he says bringing you both in for a joint hug. ‘Wouldn’t miss it for the world’ you say hugging him back. ‘Where should we put the presents?’ Robin asks. ‘Just inside on the table, thanks’ Hopper replies smiling. Robin give you a look to make sure you’re okay whist she put the presents inside, you nod giving her a small smile. ‘Hi sweetie, so glad you could make it’ Joyce says bringing you in for a hug. ‘Thank you for the invite’ you say squeezing her back tightly. ‘Can I get you a drink? We’ve got some wine, champagne, beer?’ Hopper asks returning to the BBQ turning over the sausages. The smell makes your tummy feel queasy again. ‘Sure wine- actually water thanks’ you say quickly. Hopper and Joyce look at one another surprised as it wasn’t like you to turn down a drink. ‘I’m, I’m just trying to have one drink a week already. Gad it yesterday after a long day at work.’ You say hoping they’ll believe you. Before the reply you hear a voice coming from inside getting slowly louder as they come outside. Why do you recognise it? ‘Robin too kind of you to get me a present. Thank you’ Dmitri says as he and Robin walk outside to you. ‘Y/N, I don’t think you’ve met Dmitri yet’ Hopper says gesturing to you. You turn around to greet him. As your eyes meet one another everything feels like it is happening in slow motion. Your heart beating loudly. Sweaty palms. Face turning pale. This is him. This is your one night stand. You stand an stare at him in disbelief. ‘Y/N? Y/N you okay?’ You hear someone ask but everything sounds fuzzy. Dmitri can’t believe it. It’s you? After this long month of wondering it’s you? He’s heard Hopper and Joyce talk about you so much he felt like he already knew you. I guess in a way he did. As Dmitri opens his mouth to speak your stomach churns with the feeling again. You can’t stop what is happening. Your throw up right there on the floor.

‘Fuck, fuck’ you say as you see throw up on Dmitri’s shoes. ‘I, I’m sorry’ you run into the house crying. ‘I, I’ll check on her’ Robin says running after you. Everyone else stands there speechless. ‘Why don’t we go clean them up?’ Joyce says making her way to Dmitri avoiding your sick. Dmitri nods, ‘Yes please’ he sighs. That was not the reaction he was hoping for. The sight of him made you sick. It made him feel truly awful. You run to the bathroom slamming the door behind you. The tears start again. ‘Y/N! Open!’ Robin shouts banging on the door. Your hands tremble as you unlock the door. Robin quickly comes in locking it behind her. ‘What happened?! Are you okay?’ Robin asks as she watches you pace back and forth. ‘Y/N!?’ She says your name louder grabbing your shoulders to look at her. ‘Robbie. It’s, its him’ you say lip trembling. ‘What do you mean?’ Robin asks confused. ‘Dmitri. Dmitri was my one night stand. Dmitri is the father’

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*!*!* Marijuana & Hickeys *!*!*

Pair: Argyle x Cis!Male Reader. Genre: Smut.

WARNINGS: Usage of Marijuana, Smoking, High sex, Anal sex, Praise kink, no protection, spitting, Sub!Argyle, Dom!Reader, Swearing.

!!MINORS DNI!!

Argyle & Y/N sat in the back of his van, smoking marijuana, "What did Byers even have to do today to skip this?" Y/N said, huffing out the smoke, "Something about his girlfriend." Argyle answered, exhaling the smoke, looking over at Y/N, grinning, Y/N started laughing, "Why are you looking at me like that, dude?" Y/N asked, giggling, Argyle shrugged, "Your hot." Argyle said, taking another blow from the blunt, "Nah, your far more hotter." Y/N said back, taking a blow out from his own blunt, "Disagree, you are." Argyle said, making eye contact with him, "I bet your the submissive one of the bedroom." Y/N said, confidently, Argyle stared at him, "What do you meann?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "I bet Jonathan fucks you." Y/N said between giggles, Argyle made a confused face, "I meann- his hot- he has a girlfriend though- shit- i found two people hot-" he said, groaning, taking a blow from the blunt again, "I mean- we can fuck." Y/N said calmly, Argyle sat up immediately, staring at him, "Bet, fuck me." Argyle said, putting out his blunt, looking at Y/N, "Are yo being serious?-" Y/N asked, shocked, "Yeah. Fuck me." Argyle said, smirking, Y/N pinned him against the van floor, staring at him, "Is this somee- sick high joke?" Y/N said, making eye contact with Argyle, "I won't repeat myself again, man, fuck me." Argyle said, looking up at Y/N, Y/N quickly kissed him, Argyle started taking his shirt off, Y/N stopping him, "Let me." Y/N said, grinning, taking Argyle's shirt off for him, "This- this is hot-" Argyle said, his cheeks pink, Y/N smiled, taking a blow from his blunt, putting it out after, kissing his neck, biting down hickeys, Argyle groaned, moving his hair away, Y/N threw his own shirt off, "You sure you wanna do this?" Y/N asked, he might be high, but his still respectful, Argyle nodded, "I've never been so sure about anything more than this, dude." Argyle says, breath heavy, Argyle unbuckled his own pants as Y/N unbuckled his, the two now almost naked in the back of Argyle's van, "Do- you have protection- lube- anything?" Y/N asked, Argyle shuck his head no, "Uh- no-" he said, "We'll come up with something." Y/N said, smirking, pulling Argyle's boxers off, spitting onto his hole, inserting two fingers, seeing how Argyle arched back, "Shit- i've never done this before- with another dude-" Argyle said, groaning, Y/N nodded, "Just tell me when i can move." Y/N said, letting him adjust to the feeling, Argyle nodded, sighing, "You can- start moving them, man-" he said, Y/N started moving in a scissoring movement, "God- your so pretty, Argyle-" Y/N said, kissing him, Argyle nodded, smiling lazily, "You too man-" he said as Y/N hit his prostate, throwing his head back, "Fuck-- that feels-" Argyle panted, Y/N finishing his sentence, "Amazing?" Y/N asked, smiling, Argyle nodded, "Yeah- that's the right word for it-" Argyle panted out, grinning, Y/N continued to thrust his fingers into Argyle, prepping him, "Do you think your ready?" Y/N asked, looking at Argyle, Argyle nodded, "I can take it." he said, a proud smirk on his face, Y/N pulled his fingers out, Argyle whined, his hole wrapping around nothing, Y/N pulled his boxers off, spitting on his cock, slipping it easily in, Argyle groaned, sighing, "Fuck- your bigger then i though, man-" Argyle said, panting, Y/N smirked, "Thank you." he said, starting to thrust into Argyle, watching his bodys reactions & his facial expressions, the whole van shaking, Argyle gripped onto anything, letting out a moan, Y/N let out a low groan, continuing to thrust into Argyle, his thrusts hard & slow, placing hickeys all over Argyle, "Fuck- Can't believe i'm topping you, Argyle." Y/N said, chuckling, Argyle stared at him, visibly embarrassed, high & filled with lust, "One-- time thing." Argyle said, whining,"Then i better enjoy this hm?" Y/N said, hitting Argyle's prostate again.

A/N: i had to make this short, tumblrs word limiting me</3

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Phantom Limb

Synopsis: going into the upside down is easier said than done, the journey draining, the goal unknown. But in your heart you know, you know he’s down there and you know he needs you.

Part five of spiritual reserves

Find part four here

Themes: the paranormal, grief, angst, longing, depictions of gore, vomiting, general distrust, possession

Warnings: gore, death, mentions of weaponry, medical gore, drug use, swearing, non sexual nudity

Word Count: 2.6k

You panted lightly as you regained your breath after the scream. Clearly shaken up as Steve came in, bat in hand as Nancy held her gun high over his shoulder. Aiming both directly at you as you lifted your hands in mild terror. Fear coursing through your body as you shakily exhaled. “I had a bad dream…but I think Eddie is alive. His body was wounded but not dead like Christina Cunningham or um…William Hargrove. Both were in the conditions they were found in during the police investigation. But Eddie was able to transform? His back grew these grey and leathery wings. He was cold and hateful…he chewed through my throat…I think that he’s alive but a vessel.” You explained while people filled the doorway. Piling into the cramped room to listen as you carefully pulled at your nails, picking at the skin around the cuticles. Eddie would have typically stopped you from doing that, and redirected that anxiety. You needed him to be here so badly right now.

“Like I was?…like…I think a lot of you weren’t here for this, but with the mind flayer…I was like a living vessel. He could use me to eavesdrop, to fight…to do whatever he needed truthfully, which wasn’t easy. We essentially cooked him out of my body. We got me really really hot…we scared him out of me…and I think we could do that too? We could use his weakness against him to get Eddie out.” Will bargained as Nancy frowned. “Then…all of you are going to stay here, and us adults will go.” Nancy whispered at you. “So it’ll be you, Steve, Robin, Argyle, Ginerva, Jonathan, myself…” she listed.

Gareth immediately stepped up. “We’re coming too…we’re coming with you and we’re fighting for Eddie. He’s our brother in arms. He’s family. Family sticks together.” Gareth reasoned harshly as Nancy went to feed him some bullshit about being too young, too feeble. Being cut off by Jonathan. “You can come…we were there age when this first started…we fought like hell while also taking tenth grade English.” Jonathan backed them up as a small lull filled the room. “I want you kids by the gate. Keep close enough to help, but not so close you’ll get caught. Understood?” He asked as the kids carefully gave in, agreeing as best as they could.

A dejected sigh left your body as you frowned to yourself. Standing and going to grab your purse. “Let’s go…we need to look for shit to arm ourselves.”

It was an agonizing drive through town, stopping everywhere possible for hairspray, lighters, and lighter fluid. Anything to produce a flame to take down the damned beasts that may be waiting for you all down there, Gareth’s arms piled to the brim with cans of aqua net. “This feels risky…” he murmured softly in frustration, earning a grunt of frustration from you, turning to face him.

“Gareth it’s stupid but it’s for Eddie…” you insisted as you drove through the access roads, stopping at the sight of Murray Bauman’s home. Remembering how much he’d done for everyone with the mind flayer. Pulling into his driveway as you climbed out, Gareth, Grant and Jeff nervously following as they frowned deeply to themselves.

“Isn’t this Murray Bauman’s place…? Isn’t he like crazy?” Grant whispered as you shushed him angrily. Knocking on the door as the buzzer went off. “State your business…oh it’s you…pain in my ass, I just got home from Russia what do you want kid?” He asked as you rolled your eyes bitterly. “I need a flamethrower. You weirdly feel like you’d have one…” you lamented, earning a frustrated sigh from the speaker. Followed by radio silence as you drummed your hands on your sides, the boys muttering in confusion before heading three sets of locks, two deadbolts, and a heavy piece of furniture move as the door pushed open.

Murray’s cigarette hung between his lips as he hummed. “Problem child…problem child’s friends…what do you need a flamethrower for?” He asked softly, earning the same spiel from earlier as he puttered his lips and nodded slowly in light understanding. Walking past the four of you and going to a small shed. Unlocking the nine padlocks and entering as he hummed carefully. Pulling four flamethrowers from the cramped room as he handed them out.

“Full of gasoline…ready to go…don’t die.” He muttered harshly as he carefully put out his cigarette and frowned. “Do not aim them at each other…” he ordered as he carefully looked the four of you over and chewed on his lower lip. Clearly stressed out at the whole situation. There was no hoax or theory to be proven…no lie. The only fact was even a stone cold atheist at could agree hell had cracked through the earth and gone to consume everyone in its wake. It was no act of terrorism, but something entirely otherworldly. Murray going back inside as you wished him luck, earning a sympathetic ‘you too kid’ from the dejected investigator.

“It looks like a heavy metal album…but so much scarier.” Gareth insisted softly as he carefully got into the car. Grant getting everything into the trunk and piling back into the car. The drive to the trailer park agonizing and silent. The familiar ache in your heart returning as your attention shifted to a memory. Humming lightly to yourself.

You dragged your bags into Eddie’s van as your mother yelled from the porch. Hurling insults, ranging from tame to truly hateful. Soon shifting to begging and apologies. Promises to get better as you sobbed softly. Eddie keeping the space between the two of you by threatening your mother with the police. Panting angrily as he watched you climb into the van, following carefully and speeding off in the van as your mother chased. Speeding along the road as he carefully reached over to hold your hand.

“You don’t have to live with that anymore…damnit you don’t have to live afraid anymore. It’s you and me now…” he insisted softly as he gently held your hand, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb as you hissed out a soft ‘thank you’, clearly still distraught as he frowned desperately. Wanting so badly to soothe your upset. Frowning to himself as he gently turned down the small road leading to the trailer park. Gently pulling into the driveway as he parked the car. Taking your hand and leading you to the back of the van.

“I believe you…” he whispered gently as he kissed your cheek lightly. “I believe you I promise. Your parents haven’t listened…nobody has. Whatever you saw at the mall I believe you. Whatever’s wrong with this town, I believe you…” he slowly sat back on the bench in the van and kept you close as he rubbed your cheek lightly. “I’m sticking by you…you’re safe now, you’re home…”

The words echoed, auto pilot driving having successfully taken you to the trailer park. The rest of the group waiting patiently by the massive gash in the earth, hissing up at you as you all carefully stared down at the chasm. Strapping the flamethrower to your back, Steve, Nancy and Robin following suit as you hummed nervously to one another. Wanting so desperately to see answers.

“The hole looks deeper…” you mumbled as you carefully took your lighter from your pocket. Tossing it down and watching it disappear as you counted the seconds. Hearing a distant ‘clink’ and nodding. Going to a nearby shed and grabbing a bundle of rope. Tossing it to Argyle who worked on tying it around the bumper of the car they’d come in. Carefully tossing the other end down as everyone prepared themselves.

“Jane…I need you to find Eddie in your mind for me please, his body…and tell us what the area around it looks like please…” you insisted as the girl frowned. “I can try…” she whispered as she frowned to herself lightly. “But no promises.” She insisted lightly as she carefully stepped back. Heading into the cramped and quiet shed as Gareth cleared his throat.

“If we die will we be ghosts too?…” he asked gently, no response from the group filling him with mild terror. Looking around. “Because I’m too young to die…I haven’t even asked Daphne Goodman to be my girlfriend…” he laughed nervously as Grant elbowed him lightly. Gentle banter amongst the boys earning a light grin from you. You could picture Eddie here right now, talking about how good Gareth was, how anybody would be lucky to have him, how wonderful he was.

Your enjoyment of the moment was interrupted by Jane carefully entered the conversation, stepping up to you as she frowned. “Big chair…a really big chair and a big square table…” she whispered as Gareth stepped forward. “It’s the uh…the game room…” he whispered. “In the high school…it’ll be by the a/v room…” he whispered as you nodded. Going back towards the hole as Argyle and Jonathan chose to stay back, watching over the kids as best as they could.

You took the end of the rope, swallowing your terror before falling back, holding tight as your weight shifted. Up becoming down and left becoming right as you shrieked in terror, side hitting the ground. The wind knocked out of you as you stared at the familiar walls of the trailer. Reeking with decay and death as you heaved. Moving out of the way just in time for Grant and Jeff to come falling in succession. Dragging them out of the way in order to keep them from being crushed by Nancy, Robin or Steve as they came down one by one. The orange-red film having been split open as you stared up at the kids.

“Don’t die please!” Dustin called as you nodded, giving up a thumbs up as you hummed lightly. Heading out of the trailer and stopping dead in your tracks.

Blood coated the ground, recognizing it from what you’d been told. How he fought a living storm till the very end. Tears brimming as you tried not to vomit, approaching the space and swallowed. A heavy exhale leaving you. This wasn’t the right spot, but it seemed as though his body had been dragged along the space. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to see where he’d died, but it felt unlikely.

“I don’t think there’s any bikes…so we might have to walk it,” you mumbled lightly as you got trudging, leading in the forefront as you noticed the eerie silence of the upside down. It wasn’t right, typically there was some sort of storm or guttural screech. The fear that came along with the upside downs typical antics was gone. Earning a whimper from yourself. Turning to face the group, you noticed the angered awe on the remaining band members faces.

“Has this been here all this time…holy fuck that’s my house…” Gareth whispered as he ran to catch up with you. Slowly taking your hand as you stopped to stare at him. You all weren’t close, so his touch was new and confusing. “We do this together…and we take him home.” He insisted softly as you pat his shoulder. Continuing the long and exhausting walk till the high school came into view.

Steve helped pry the door open, easing everyone in one by one as you carefully walked ahead. Stepping over writhing vines and demo dog corpses, Jeff stopping to look at the murdered quadruped and humming. “So you’ve all been fighting this the past three years?” He asked as Robin hummed. “Give or take yeah…”

Your focus was away from your band of misfits, taking the doorknob of the cramped little classroom in your hand. Noticing the smeared trail of blood was leading underneath. Carefully opening up the door and freezing up lightly.

His body was sat atop the throne, vines and tendrils holding tight. Keeping him propped up with outstretched arms, as if welcoming newcomers. Head limply hanging forward as you shivered harshly. Slowly stepping forward and walking around the base of the throne. The vines coming from the floor beneath as you lifted the barrel of the flamethrower. Hands on the trigger as you looked at your friends. None moving, understanding this was your own personal vindication. Your own battle.

You discharged, fire causing the flesh of the tendrils to blister and flay. Curling up and fighting to keep their grasp on Eddie as you panted, tears rolling as your breathing became vengeful, rabid even. Screaming in desperation as you kept the constant stream going. Watching as his body fell forward into the table. Moving to hold him as you heaved. Feeling around his neck before nodding. “He has a pulse…but he’s comatose. I need help carrying him.” You plead as Jeff came forward, helping pick him up before a guttural growling was heard down the hall. Eyes going wide as you frowned. “We need to fucking go, now-“ you insisted.

Steve opened the door, met by a thin but hateful demogorgon as he discharged his flamethrower, the creature gurgling and swinging back as its skin blistered and bubbled. Blood boiling to the surface as Nancy led everyone out and past Steve, attempting to make it past and out the door. Steve moving to catch up as the creature attempted to regain its composure.

“Fucking shit we need to use a car, fuck silence right now-“ you demanded harshly as you went searching, stopping at a hatchback as you wrenched the door open. Feeling along the dashboard and finding the keys. Starting up the car as Nancy held the door open, Steve leaping in as you tore off down the road. Being chased by demo dogs and snarling bats. Fewer in numbers than expected, but willing to fight for another bite to fill their desperate stomachs. Chasing the car as fast as they could as you swerved down the road, Grant’s head slamming into the window, the trunk of the car barreling through a duo of beasts that had been hot on the cars trail.

Tears rolled as you panted, not willing to let anything take this moment from you. Managing to swing into the parking lot of the trailer park and clamoring out. Everything was seemingly moving in slow motion as you went to the door, yanking it open and having everyone pile in. Slamming the door as the beasts outside slammed into the trailer. Rocking it as you all ran to the rope, wrapping portions around your fists and wrists before pulling taut. “Fucking drive Byers!” You shouted, hearing his car kick into gear as it sped forward. Your weight lurching and wrist aching as you were dragged back through just as the door was breached. Gnashing teeth just missing your ankles as you were dragged back up to the right side up. Hitting the ground and gaining a nasty case of road burn as you all heaved. Having been down there long enough to notice the sun had gone down, the dusky air refreshing on your sweaty skin.

Jeff gently lied Eddie down as you raced over, lifting his shirt to notice wounds closed but viciously scaring. Feeling his chest, weak pulsing and no breathing as you worked on CPR. Frantically working as you counted out beats. “I need you to wake up, wake up for me…” you plead as you whimper, feeling a weak squeeze on your shoulder, recognizing it as Eddie’s grasp. Likely whatever limbo his soul was in was finally letting him go, back into its proper vessel.

Your pumping was interrupted by a deep and heavy breath filling his chest, body lurching upright as he threw up. Panting and crying for air as he held his chest. Trying desperately to calm down as everyone stood back, watching what was essentially a corpse come back from the dead as you moved to hold his hair back.

“Breathe…breathe slow and deep baby…” you plead as he heaved lightly. Carefully reaching back and grasping your wrist as he weakly smiled. Licking his mucky teeth.

“Heya Sweetheart…”

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