#jonathan is a bit of a douche

[bowiebond]

My favourite Byler hc is that Hopper is going to be so mad that Mike is dating one of his kids AGAIN. Like “I warned you the first time with El and now you’re dating my STEPSON??!?!?”

Joyce is just happy to have Mike a part of the family because he’s always been ‘one of her boys’ 😭❤️

#mike wheeler x will byers #mike wheeler #will byers #joyce byers #jim hopper #the poor guys been through enough #now he has to deal with another kid dating MIKE #can you imagine his disdain when ANY wheeler kid is in the house #Nancy comes by and he goes “MIKE BETTER NOT BE WITH U #he is but she says he’s not #hopper only likes her because they go shooting together sometimes #if it wasn’t for that he’d probably be all grumpy whenever he saw her and Jonathan trying to be sneaky 😂 #“the wheelers are invading this house Joyce #“quit being a baby Jim they’re cute #if will comes back from a date and he’s not smiling ear to ear Jim is getting the shotgun #Mike has anxiety at this point looking over his shoulder all the time #El thinks it’s good payback for Mike being a douche boyfriend for a bit

[artiststarme]

Part 1 of a new thing I’m working on. It only gets juicier from here! I hope you guys enjoy it and if you have any name ideas, please send them my way.

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Steve was confused most of the time, everyone knew it. Especially since his run-ins with the Upside Down, he never had any idea what was happening. From not sensing the obvious when everyone else grabbed a flashlight to missing blatant social cues, it wasn’t unusual for something to go over his head. And yet, sitting on the little Byers’ floor of his bedroom while Will paced around in front of him, ranting to the air, was the most befuddled Steve had ever been.

Of all of the kids, Steve was never very close to Will. He was the shyest of all the kids and he didn’t seem to need an older role model like Dustin or Max did. He already had Jonathan and his mom, two people that would risk their lives to save him so he never really needed Steve. Don’t get him wrong, Steve loved the kid. He just didn’t have a bond with him the same way he did with the other kids. Nonetheless, when Will asked him for a quick word as Mrs. Byers spoke to El and Jonathan said his goodbyes to Nancy, Steve followed him to his bare room without complaint. He didn’t know what he expected, maybe some advice about girls or hobbies or maybe just Will asking him to look out for the other kids. Something expected, something mundane. But that’s not what Steve received.

Will stopped stalking back and forth, took a deep breath and said, “I’m gay.”

He cringed as he said the words, immediately losing his confidence and breaking eye contact with Steve. And Steve just blinked.

“Okay… Is that all?”

He didn’t really know how to answer that. It didn’t really matter to him if Will liked other dudes and it certainly didn’t change the way he saw the kid. It was still confusing that Will was choosing to tell HIM of all people, he had no idea what about him made everyone want to come out to him with Will being the second person to do so in as many days. But regardless, there was nothing that the kids could do that would make Steve turn on him.

It may not have been the most tactful way of voicing his acceptance but Will felt a weight lifted despite it. He knelt down to give a thankful hug to Steve who returned his hug awkwardly.

“Thanks Steve, I knew out of everyone that you would understand.” Steve was about to ask why he of all people would understand but Will continued, “No one else knows yet, not even Mike and uh… I really like him, Steve.”

All thoughts left Steve’s mind as he automatically started insulting Will’s taste. “Mike? Mike Wheeler? What the hell, dude. I have no problem with you liking guys but Mike? Jesus Christ, he’s like the worst person you could choose. His attitude sucks, he’s got beady little eyes full of anger, and he’s kind of a douche.”

Will looked stuck somewhere between amused and offended. “But… he’s my best friend? He’s always been there and I, I think I love him a little bit. What do I do?”

Steve sighed and put a heavy hand on his shoulder, his bruised face grimacing in sympathy. “You’re young so you have plenty of time to fall for other guys. Move on. Trust me, you do not want to date a Wheeler. Especially Mike. My god, kid, have a little taste. I can understand Nancy but Mike? No way.”

“But, but you’re sure you’re okay with me… being gay. I like boys, not girls,” Will prodded.

“I know what it means, Byers. It doesn’t change anything. Liking boys doesn’t make you any different and you’re still another one of the runts to me, alright?” He ducked his head to meet Will’s eyes and only when he nodded did he put space between him. “Good. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to me. I’ll always be here if you need me.”

“Can I call you? After we move to California?” Will asked with trepidation.

“Hell yeah, I’ll be around. You can call me, El can call me, hell even Jonathan can call me if he wants.”

That last part got him a weird look in response. “... you want Jonathan to call you?”

“I mean, sure, if he wants to. He probably won’t because I’m no Nancy and we’re not really friends but it would be nice to have people calling,” Steve shrugged and ignored Will’s look of appall.

“I thought you wouldn’t like Jonathan because he stole your girlfriend.”

He frowned, “nah, there were other things wrong between Nance and I long before your brother came around. He’s pretty cool and he’s got an awesome little brother too, what’s not to like?”

Will smiled and they sat in silence for a few moments before Steve cleared his throat, said his last goodbyes, and made his way home. He slunk back to bed to sleep off the oncoming migraine and pain in his beaten face. Steve didn’t think much more about Will’s admission or their emotional conversation. Instead, he focused on the warm feeling in his chest that came with two people trusting him enough to be honest to him, to be themselves without fear around him. Robin and Will were the first people who trusted him with something important beyond reputation or popularity. It made him feel like he was finally doing something right, like he had finally moved past all of the King Steve bullshit and he’d never felt better about it.

#this is probably going to be like 3 or 4 parts #it’s been in my notes for ages #stranger things #fanfic #eventual steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #will byers #byler

[slut4thebroken]

The Incident

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Pairing | Jonathan Crane x patient!reader

Summary | Dr. Crane talks to a new patient.

Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, non con, use of r word multiple times, violence, Jon is a douche, masturbation, blackmail?, abuse of power, gaslighting probably, breeding kink, he’s a bad therapist.

Words | 2.9 k

Notes | I don’t even know anymore. Like I probably need a psych eval because of all the fucked up shit I come up with😭

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

I want to make it clear that while Jon doesn’t assault reader, rape is talked about heavily. Reminder: I’m not responsible for the content you choose to view.

“I prefer to record my sessions rather than take notes so I can give you my undivided attention. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes.” You said quietly. 

“Good.” He pushed a button on the tape recorder, then set it on his desk. “Why don’t you tell me a little bit about the incident? You can start with the end because I'm rather curious to hear from you directly what got you put in here.” He smiled, watching your leg bounce incessantly as you picked at your nails. 

“Um— okay…” You swallowed audibly and looked down. “When it was— when it was over, I tried running away.” You started, letting out a shaky breath. “He ran after me and tackled me to the ground… I landed on a big rock, that’s what,” you paused and lifted your hand to gesture at a healing cut on your forehead, “this is.” He nodded, waiting for you to continue. 

“Go on.” He said softly, trying to comfort you. 

“I don’t,” you cleared your throat and shifted uncomfortably in your seat, “It’s a little spotty, my memory of this, but I grabbed the rock and hit him with it, making him roll off of me.” He noticed that your hands were trembling as you stared at them. “And then I— I just… started hitting him. I couldn’t stop.” Your voice trembled as you spoke. When you paused, you took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself. “There was a cop who was on duty at the park I guess… and he stopped me, but—”

“By then it was too late.” He finished for you and you nodded as you closed your eyes. 

“I didn’t— I didn’t mean to… I just,”

“I know.” He said with a warm smile. “That’s why you’re here with me, instead of in prison.” You nodded and sniffled, so he pushed a tissue box toward you on his desk. He waited until you were a little calmer before continuing. “I need you to walk me through what happened before that. I know it will be hard, but I only want to help you.” 

“Okay— okay, I know. I trust you.” You said shakily, making him smile. “Um… My friend and I were at the park for a few hours. When it was getting dark, we decided to go home, but we live in opposite directions so I had to go alone.” He nodded, patiently waiting for you to keep talking. “I don’t.. I don’t really know where he came from or how it happened. It felt like one second I was walking and the next I was on the ground a few feet away from the path.” 

“Was it completely dark out by that time?” He asked curiously. 

“N-no. The sun was just starting to set.” He nodded and motioned for you to continue. “He, um… I was on my back and he- he opened his pants then just…” You trailed off, letting out a shaky breath. His cock was already fattening up at just the thought of what you were about to say. 

“I know it’s hard, but in order for me to help you to the best of my ability, I need to know exactly what happened. You have to be very specific.” You bit your lip and nodded in agreement. 

“I tried screaming and pushing him away, but he covered my mouth. And when I bit his hand, he punched me. I remember my vision getting blurry, then just… pain.” You whispered, crying silently. He reached under his desk and unzipped his pants, pulling his already hard cock out without unbuckling his belt or doing anything else that would make too much noise. He stroked himself slowly, watching the way your bottom lip wobbled as tears rolled down your cheeks. 

“Be specific.” He urged gently— well, as gently as he could with his dick in his hand. 

“It— it burned and it felt like I was being… ripped open.” You whimpered. “When I screamed, he covered my mouth again, but I didn’t try to bite him that time.” He let out a quiet breath and dragged his thumb over the tip, smearing the bead of precum. “He pulled my dress and bra down and started… grabbing me there.” 

“You mean your breasts.” His voice was already thick with arousal and you nodded wordlessly. 

“All of it just.. it hurt so badly.” You whispered. “I couldn’t do anything but… lay there and cry.” The shame you felt about how you handled the situation would’ve been obvious to anyone. 

“He was bigger than you? You couldn’t fight him off?” 

“I've never been very strong and he was putting most of his weight on me to hold me down.” You said quietly. 

“I see… And what happened after that?” He started stroking himself faster, imagining forcing you to the ground, making you tell him all of your trauma while he held you down and raped you again. 

“He said.. upsetting things, and I just cried harder. I didn’t know what else to do.” 

“What did he say to you?” He asked eagerly. 

“He called me a w-whore for the dress I was wearing. And said that I was asking for it.” You trailed off into another sob and he bit his lips to stifle any sounds. “He said that I deserved it.” 

“Did you?” You finally looked at him when he asked that. 

“What?” Your voice was breathy and strained. 

“Did you deserve it? Were you dressed like a whore, tempting him?” Your brows scrunched together and more tears filled your eyes. 

“I— It was just a normal sundress.” 

“You weren’t wearing anything else?” He wanted a very clear picture of the scene so he could see it more vividly when he replaced that man with himself. 

“No, but— it almost went down to my knees and…” He almost laughed at the way you were trying so desperately to prove yourself to him. Instead, he gave you a warm smile and shushed you softly. 

“Relax, I believe you.” He cooed. “Please continue.” 

“Um… he kept doing it for a while— I don’t really know how long. Then he called me a… a dumb- cunt,” you closed your eyes again and tried to keep your breathing steady, “and said he was going to… breed me. That I was just asking to be knocked up.” Jonathan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he reclined in his chair a little. 

“And,” he had to clear his throat when he heard how raspy it was, “what did you do after that?” 

“I tried begging him not to and screaming because I…” 

“You’re not on birth control. Yes, I remember seeing that in your medical history file.” You nodded in response. 

“But he didn’t listen.” You whispered. He couldn’t believe that man was stupid enough to cover your mouth. Jonathan wanted nothing more than to listen to you cry and beg him not to come deep in your fucking womb— breed you properly the way a dumb whore deserves.

“Did you start fighting again? Or were you still just laying under him.” 

“I tried.” You said through a small whimper. “I tried pushing him away and getting out from under him, but I just— I felt trapped with how he was laying on me.” 

“Are you claustrophobic?” 

“I- I don’t know. I didn’t think I was…” You said, unsure, and he hummed in acknowledgment, but it was more of a quiet moan. You’d look so adorable underneath him, trying to squirm out of his grip and crawl away, free yourself from his assault. “Keep going. You’re doing so well.” He was already getting close. 

“He started moving faster and harder, which just made it hurt even more. But after another few minutes of that, he— he finished…” 

“Tell me about that. What did it feel like? What emotions did it invoke?” He practically begged, stroking himself even faster. 

“I felt disgusted because of the way his breath felt on my neck and how his body felt pressed against mine… I felt.. scared because I’ve never had to deal with the consequences of this— I didn’t know what I should do after. But I also felt… relieved? Because I knew it was almost over.” 

“You always use protection?” 

“Yes.” He tried not to scoff at that. If he was your boyfriend and you were selfish enough to deny him that pleasure, he’d either break up with you or start raping you raw. 

“This was the first time a man has ever ejactulated inside?” You nodded with a dark blush. “How did that feel? Physically I mean.” 

“Um, I… I don’t really know how to describe it.” You said, almost sheepishly. 

“That’s okay. Why don’t you tell me what he did after that?” 

“When I stopped screaming, he took his hand off my mouth. Then he pulled out and stood up to start buttoning his pants again. That was when I ran.” Of course this man was pathetic enough that he couldn’t even be bothered to properly enjoy his efforts. Jonathan wanted to push your legs open, see how puffy and abused your little pussy would look… and he wanted to watch his come leak out of you. He’d have it no other way. 

“Why risk running? If you thought he was finished, why not wait for him to leave?”

“I just— I panicked. I didn’t… I wasn’t sure what else to do.” He nodded, thinking of what he was going to say next. 

“So. You were raped violently in the middle of the park in almost broad daylight, then you beat a man to death with a rock. Which do you think was more painful for you?” You stared at him in shock, clearly not expecting him to be so blunt. “I understand it is a hard question, but I need to know. It will help me figure out how to treat you.” He said calmly. 

“I-I’m not scared that I’ll… do that again. But I am scared that it will happen to me again.” You whispered, unable to say the words. 

“You’re scared you’ll be raped again, you mean.” You nodded and he could feel himself nearing the edge. He just needed one final push. “Are you finding it hard to trust people now? Men in particular.” 

“Yes.” 

“But you trust me.” He pointed out, watching you stiffen as panic flooded your body. “That’s the thing about rape, most of the time, it’s not a stranger in a park. It’s usually someone you trust; a friend, coworker, classmate, doctor, etc. It could even be a family member that you trust.” You swallowed audibly, keeping your eyes on your lap. “How do you think you’ll react when it happens again?” Not if… When.

“Um… I- I don’t…” You cleared your throat, getting even more uncomfortable and scared. 

“Will you handle it better? Or will you snap and kill again.” 

“I didn’t mean to,” You whimpered. 

“I know. Don’t worry, I know.” He cooed sympathetically, but his voice was getting noticeably breathy now. “However, we don’t know whether or not you’ll be raped again. I must consider the fact that it led you to kill a man when deciding how to proceed.” He could see that you were trying to find the words, but couldn’t figure out how to respond. “That’s why I need to know if you think you’ll handle it better the second time.” He explained. 

“I- I’m…” You swallowed and let out a shaky breath. He stared at you for a moment, then his eyes narrowed and his lips curled into a smile. 

“Oh I see. You don’t think it will happen again do you?” He tried not to laugh. “You think now that you’re part of the statistic, you’re safe from it happening again… Unfortunately, most rape victims will be assaulted more than once— more than twice, even. So it’s only a matter of time.” He didn’t know shit about rape statistics, but it was making you cry more and that’s all that mattered. 

“Dr. Crane…” You whimpered, tears rolling down your cheeks. It took everything he had to swallow down the moan that almost escaped when you said his name like that. 

“Hm?” He stroked himself impossibly faster, if you weren’t such a mess you would’ve noticed the movement of his arm by now. “Will you cry like you’re doing now? Will you beg, plead, and scream to not get pregnant with your rapist’s child again?” He doesn’t know if you’re pregnant right now, but he’s pretty sure you didn’t pick up a morning after pill on your way to the police station. He’ll be sure to give you one to deem otherwise though. If you’re going to get knocked up, it won’t be from anyone other than himself.  

“Or will you lay nice and quiet like a good little girl, and just take it.” Even though he liked the thought of you screaming for him to stop, he also liked the idea of you being so broken that you just let it happen. “Because we both know you’re too weak to fight back, so that’s not even an option.” He said amusedly. Your body was shaking almost violently now— you were obviously having a stress response, but it just made his cock throb even more. 

“If you refuse to answer, I’ll have no choice but to have you transferred to prison instead.” He warned and you let out a choked sob in response. 

“First.” You whispered, so quiet that he almost didn’t hear it.

“Speak up.” He snapped, enjoying the way you flinched. 

“The first!” You sobbed out. “The first one.”

“What about the first one?” You cried harder, still looking at your lap. 

“I- I’d cry. And… and beg.”

“Really? Show me how you’d beg.” He smirked. When you stayed silent, he continued. “If I don’t know that you can properly beg, how do I know you’re not lying? How do I know you won’t murder a man with your bare hands again?” You let out a strangled sob at his words. 

“P-please..”

“I’m not convinced.” He said plainly. “You have one last try to show me how you’ll beg the next lucky guy who rapes you or I’ll make the call right now to have you transferred.” If you noticed his slip up, you didn’t react to it, which he was grateful for. He does not want to waste time getting your trust back. 

“Please!” You cried out. He couldn’t tell if you were begging him or showing him until you continued. “Please stop— please.” 

“Stop what?”

“Fucking me!” That made him laugh quietly. 

“Use the proper word, darling.” He tried not to sound too patronizing. 

“Please stop r-raping me.” You whimpered. 

“What else? Use the right words on the first try because you don’t have another chance.” He couldn’t wait to play with you like this again while he tormented you. Your teary eyes and whimpering voice were just too pretty. 

“Please don’t… don’t- breed me..” Your words were almost incoherent through all of the crying now. But he wasn’t going to let you stop, not when he was so close. 

“Do better.” He suddenly yelled, making you jump and cry even harder. 

“Please don’t breed me! I- I don’t want to get pregnant, please..” He closed his eyes and let his head drop forward, seconds away from release. 

“Should I make the call?” 

“No! No, I'm sorry! Please don’t,” the words caught in your throat and you let out another sob before sputtering out, “Don’t breed me! Please, I- I don’t want to be pregnant with your child…” You trailed off and started crying even harder. It was so easy to imagine that you were truly begging him to not knock you up right now and he couldn’t wait to listen back to the recording. To hear the fear and desperation in your voice and the way you sobbed.

He groaned quietly, then felt his orgasm finally crash over him. Ropes of come spurted out from his cock, landing on the floor, but he imagined he was deep inside your little cunt right now. Splitting you open on his cock, making you beg him to stop, raping a kid into you. He couldn’t stifle the moan in time when he had that thought, but you were crying hard enough that he’s pretty sure you didn’t even notice. When his orgasm finally faded and his fist slowed to a stop, he caught his breath for a moment, then cleared his throat and sat up in his seat again. 

“That was good. It’ll be a challenge, but I think I can help you.” He smiled, already thinking of a “treatment” plan for you. “Is that what you want? For me to fix your broken little head and make you all better again?” He cooed almost mockingly. You nodded in response. 

“Look at me.” He ordered, waiting to continue until you were staring at him with teary eyes. “Answer verbally.” 

“Yes.” You whispered. 

“Good. While I work out the best treatment for you, I’m going to give you a mild sedative. It will help calm you down and keep you stable.” The closest thing to a vegetative state that is actually reversible, is what he didn’t say. He wanted a chance to see what he was working with and he knew if you were fully conscious you’d never allow him anywhere near your body, no matter how much you trust him. 

“Okay.” You said quietly. 

“I promise you, you’re in very good hands. The only thing I want is to help you.” He smiled, deliberately avoiding details on how he would help, or what his ‘help’ would result in. 

“Thank you.” You spoke through a whimper, making his smile widen into something more sinister. He’s going to have so much fun with his new toy. 

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[clumsykleptorocketscientist]

Can I just say, whoever Nancy ends up with, be it Jonathan or Steve or neither, it is not what matters the most about her character. HOWEVER, I really don't think she should end up back with Steve. Steve is not a bad guy in the slightest. He is one of the best guys and characters in the show. But, he and Nancy want different things and I think that's really important to focus on, because it's why they don't work. Steve talks about how he had this fantasy with Nancy as a mother to his children, and that's okay that it's what he wants from a partner, but Nancy doesn't. Remember the argument her and Jonathan had all the way back in season 1 where Jonathan mentions her "rebelling" and then settling down with Steve just like her mother (which Ted and Karen Wheeler should NOT be your romantic goals). It's clear she doesn't want to do that. She literally wants to fight the government and the patriarchy, seen especially in season 2 where she wanted to "burn the Hawkins lab to the ground" and season 3 where she wanted to stick it to her douche bag bosses. Jonathan, I don't think he wants that perfect family either. He seems perfectly fine with helping Nancy do all her illegal shit. He's fine with standing on the side, holding the camera and telling her that she's doing amazing sweety. Of course, if Nancy ends up on her own, that's fine, although I LOVE Jancy especially for the dynamic of it's them against the world. I just don't think Steve and Nancy rekindling their romance is the best idea.

Quick side note, I like the idea of Ronance, but I personally love Jancy and, from the few bits I've seen, Robin and Vickie ( Rovickie? Unsure if the ship name).

Edit: Let me just address some things.

A.) I think Jonathan talking about going to the community college and not wanting Nancy to follow him and resent him wasn't saying he could ONLY see the relationship becoming loveless, he was just saying that the plan they had was not working for both of them. That he had to deviate, but it doesn't mean Nancy should and he was afraid she would and inadvertently ruin what they had. In a round bout way it's a preservation move. Going to a college because your girlfriend or boyfriend is, is never a good thing. Now, yes, Jonathan and Nancy's relationship seems strained. I don't want to say loveless, but strained. But Jonathan has been in California for awhile now so that's bound to happen. I do think there is still love there, it's just difficult to navigate and they're still technically teenagers ( in the show). I'm just saying strained, yes, but loveless, no.

B.) In season 2 Jonathan was very much willing to help her burn the lab to the ground. They knew it was dangerous, but they did it anyway and he supported and helped her. Season 3 while, yes, at first Jonathan did not want to rock the boat at first, it was because he needed that job. Think about where he comes from vs. where Nancy comes from. Really in that argument, I see both sides. Sexism bad but also he needs a job for his family. Anyway, he came around in the end, from what I remember, which again is difficult with the money decision. Again sexism is bad but he never dismissed that the bosses were douches, just that they needed to put up with it. Something I'm very sure he changed his mind about.

C.) When I say that Nancy doesn't want that, I mean that Nancy doesn't want to be like the perfect mom Steve's fantasy has her to be. I never meant no family, just no perfect family. That if they did have a family they would teach their children to make waves because " Nobody normal ever accomplished anything meaningful in this world."

D.) as for Steve wanting Nancy in his future and that's all that matters, yeah I may have misread that maybe, but the perfect mom scenario he painted just wasn't something I agree with. But, hey, that's just me.

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #steve harrington #jancy #nancy wheeler is a badass

[rougepancake]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒

FT. Dio Brando; AFAB! Reader

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My submission for @dolcezzzza’s cabin collab event

WARNINGS: DARK CONTENT. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI. Vampire Dio, rough sex, marking, Dio’s sexy vampire fangs, extremely dubious consent, creepy Dio, non-consensual touching, noncon themes, gore, religious & sacrilegious themes, Dio being treated as a god, slight soft sex??, implied breeding, implied objectification

SUMMARY: You and your… rather odd friend get snowed in a cabin together in the middle of summer. What you don’t know is that he’s withholding some rather interesting information from you. Just what exactly have you gotten yourself into?

Snow. What a beautiful sight it is when it’s falling from the sky. How gorgeous it can be when the light reflects off of it just right. It’s glorious in its own right, as is life.

Regardless of the time of season, snow perseveres. It thrives at the tops of mountains in the coldest of temperatures, shining brightly at those who seek it out.

Snow is the most enjoyable in a cabin. Where one can do as they please and sit up in their chair with a book and a cup of coffee.

That’s exactly why you and your friend booked a cabin in Lapland, Finland.

Though, for whatever reason, your friend was incredibly sensitive to the sunlight. He claimed that he would simply burn alive if he were to ever come into contact with it. This ‘allergy’ of his was the main problem for you while you were trying to book a cabin. Because how in the world were you supposed to find a cabin with little to no sunlight??

“It’s a shame that Jonathan and Erina couldn’t join us.” You looked up from your book and over at your friend, who was sitting in the dark corner of the room, watching the sunset in disgust. He ignored you completely, his eyes fixed on the window. “Oh. Do you want me to close the curtains?”

“It’s snowing.”

“It is indeed.”

A long, pregnant pause followed.

“It’s summer.”

“We’re in Lapland.”

It always snows in Lapland, he ought to know this by now. Actually, he simply just ought to know better. You were the one that paid for the whole thing, and he didn’t seem to respect that one bit. A part of you wanted to think that he expected it of you, but you shut it down immediately. He was your friend. And as much of a douche bag as he was, you didn’t take him as the type to take advantage of you. He wasn’t supposed to take advantage of you.

Your friend sighed heavily and rose to his feet, retreating further into the darkness. He didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk this over with you. He was acting like it was your fault that it was snowing, when, clearly, there was no way for such a thing to be possible. His attitude towards it was really starting to get on your nerves, especially since this vacation was his idea.

“Dio come back,” you frowned as he left. The sun was now setting, which meant he would want to go out soon. Though, you didn’t know why. You never knew why. He’d often leave in the middle of the night, coming and going without saying a word. “Come now, Dio. We can wait for the sun to set together.” You watched him slide on his coat and reach for his boots. “What are you doing?”

“It’s snowing. I want to make sure I can leave later.” With a huff, he leaned against the wall and forced his boots onto his feet. “I do not wish to be stuck here with some harlot. Especially when-” He cut himself off, avoiding your gaze. It was bold of him to call you a harlot when you were the one with the money.

And boy did Dio love money.

“Especially when what, Dio? Do not forget that you’re the one who wanted to come on vacation with me. I’m not going to listen to you bitch and moan like a child, do you understand?” You placed a hand on your hip, your eyes following his movements. He scoffed and shrugged off your comment, his hand resting on the doorknob. He could feel the cold through the wooden door, and he frowned at the thought. Would he really be stuck here with you?

“Don’t speak to me like that.” Dio opened the door and was met with a wall of snow, one that towered over the doorway and ensured that you were stuck with the blonde. Silence swept over the two of you as you took in the awkwardness of your situation. He was clearly upset, slamming the door shut with a grunt before turning to meet your gaze. “Why didn’t you check the forecast?” He growled. His tone of voice caused you to shiver, and your breath caught in your throat. Why was he so mad all of a sudden? What plans did he have that were so damn important that he just had to leave right now?

“Why didn’t you do it yourself? You’re the one who stays cooped up in his room all day and doesn’t leave until night.” You returned his tone, giving him a frustrated look as you spoke. “What do you even do at night, hm? Flaunt around to get laid? I don’t wanna hear it from you. Actually, I don’t wanna hear anything from you for the rest of the trip. I’m the one who paid for it, so suck it up,” you scoffed and stormed off. Your book was waiting for you, as was your peaceful vacation. You weren’t about to let his mood ruin your day.

You could feel his eyes on you as you walked back to the den of the cabin. They practically bore holes into your back, searing straight through your clothing along with your skin. What you had said definitely struck a nerve.

“I suppose there’s nothing I can do about it,” you mumbled to yourself as you reached for your book once again, taking a moment to admire the beautiful summer snow outside of your cabin. Though, the thought of reading now bored you. In fact, you’d much rather chat with that jerk that you called a friend, but he was in too much of a bad mood to allow such a thing to happen. It was a shame that Jonathan hadn’t come, maybe then he’d be able to help you deal with Dio. Or at least he could help you learn how to appease him.

With a huff, you rose from your seat once again. You wanted to head to the kitchen, but you didn’t overly feel like cooking, so you opted out and headed to the conservatory. The snow made the room look brighter as it clung to the windows, reflecting the setting sun beautifully. Damn that snow, leaving you trapped with Dio. What did he even do at night anyways? Was he some form of vampire?? You scoffed at the idea. Vampires didn’t exist, after all. They were merely tall tales created to scare tourists away from historical areas. Nothing more, nothing less.

Though, there were many times where you found yourself questioning if Dio was even a human. It was all in the way that he acted. He carried himself in a way that simply exuded confidence, far more than any other person you’d met. He was incredibly strong, and way more intelligent than Jonathan. Sure they sound like normal things, making him sound like some random try hard from England, but to you that wasn’t the case.

In your mind, Dio Brando was an enigma, about as well understood as God. No one really questioned his actions, because no one was brave enough to challenge him. And it surely didn’t help that he was as intimidating as he was beautiful. His body looked as if it were chiseled and sculpted by the finest of artists, as each muscle was defined in such a sickeningly gorgeous manner that made him hard to ignore.

Regardless of how you felt, you knew that it would be best to push your feelings to the side. Sure he was hot, but he was also an inconsiderate prick. About the only time he cared about anything was if it affected his wellbeing. Though, you and Jonathan were used to it by now.

The more you thought, the more guilty you felt for getting upset with him. It’s not his fault that he can’t go out in the sun, so why blame him for it? That wasn’t fair of you. It was a low blow, really. Maybe you should apologize—

Just then, a rather loud thud came from upstairs, startling you out of your thoughts. The sun had completely set by now, with the full moon shining brightly in the sky behind you. It alarmed you to hear something so disruptive. And as your panic set in, you made your way up the stairs, praying that you wouldn’t find your friend dead on the floor.

“Dio? Are you feeling alright?” You called out, peeking up into the hallway anxiously. Silence met you in response, only to be interrupted by a loud groan from Dio’s bedroom. “Hello? Dio please answer me-“ You scrambled up the stairs, your eyes wide. All you could really hear was the thrumming of your own heart, as it was loud enough to overpower your racing mind.

“Go away.” His voice rang out and you froze. What was with his tone? Had he injured himself? Either way, it drove you to get closer to his room.

“C-Come on, Dio! The most you could do is let me help you!” You paused. What were you saying? You didn’t care about him that much, did you? Hesitantly, you placed your hand on the doorknob to his room. “Dio?” You were answered with another groan, this one seemingly more strained than the last. It was beginning to make you nervous. “I’m coming in-!”

“Did you not hear me wench?!” He shouted at you, his voice seemingly farther away than before. “I said go away!”

His tone caught you off guard, causing you to shake. Was his voice… wavering? No- it couldn’t be. Dio would never show any form of weakness to you, regardless of how close you are. He knew better than that.

You frowned and glared at the door, lowering your hand from the doorknob with a frown.“Fine! Fucking be that way you dick!” You stomped your foot and huffed angrily. Why did you even bother? All your kindness would do was backfire, so there was no point in trying to be nice to him. But you tried anyways, which upset you further.

The sudden sound of his bedroom door flying off its hinges caused you to scream loudly, pure terror spreading throughout your body and forcing you to freeze. His heavy breathing along with yours echoed in the hallway, his heavy steps echoing loudly within your ears. That strength… it was inhuman.

“What did you just call me?” His voice was low, just quiet enough to be menacing. “Don’t be shy, say it again bitch.” He was behind you now, bent over so his lips could hover above the skin on your neck. This was a side of Dio that you had never seen before, and it frightened you. He was much bolder than usual, his hands wandering along your sides as he waited patiently for you to respond to him.

“I said you’re a dick, a real son of a b-bitch,” you didn’t know what came over you, and your body tensed further when his long fingers caressed your throat. You felt like a woman in a medieval painting, cradled by a monster who was too beautiful to be the same creature as you.

“You know, your veins are really something…” Dio trailed off into silence. It was incredibly hard to ignore his lustful tone, and it took everything you had to not turn around and meet his lidded eyes. His hand tightened around your throat, forcing a whine to pass through your lips. You couldn’t believe this was real. Was he really this close to you? Honestly, under different circumstances, you wouldn’t have minded.

For Dio Brando was simply that divine of a being.

“Your blood must taste as amazing as it smells…” The words caught you further off guard, and if you could, you would have run away and never looked back. But why? Dio was supposed to be your friend, someone you could trust to protect you if need be. You shouldn’t be afraid of him. It just didn’t feel right. Even if he was a monster, it didn’t feel right.

Your instinct, nine times out of ten, was right. And you should have listened to it and run, but as Dio led you into his bedroom, you knew it was over. Lines had been crossed, and each step he took dragged you closer to the point of no return. The regret pooling in your stomach was almost great enough to drown out the pain of Dio’s fangs breaking your skin. His sharp nails tore through your clothing, and he wasted no time in tossing them across the room. With every move he made, a plea escaped you, but you argued in vain. Dio couldn’t have cared less, you knew this.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve dreamt of this moment?” He whispered into your ear, his left hand trailing down your bare stomach at a tauntingly slow pace. It stopped at your core, hovering over it as if to prove a point.

His fingers slipped into you with ease, relentlessly stretching your cunt so that you stood a chance at being able to take him. Horrible things were whispered to you, things that made you tighten around his fingers helplessly.

“H-Hah- Dio- don’t stop, please—“ You grabbed his arm and squirmed, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt your high building up. It was an all too familiar feeling, and it was stolen from you within seconds by the monster behind you.

“That’s Lord Dio, to you, got it?” His fangs grazed your neck at the same time his thumb discovered your clit. A whine escaped you, loud and shameful. You couldn’t even form a single coherent sentence, your mind going fully numb as your hips bucked upwards for more friction.

“Yes-! Lord D-Dio, I- ah-“ His thumb pressed down harshly onto your clit, purposefully interrupting you. At this point, there was no telling what his goal was.

“Now, where were we?” Dio rolled you over effortlessly, shoving your face into the pillows with a shit eating grin. “Ah yes, I was about to make you my bitch.” He forced his cock into the heat of your cunt, a low groan escaping him in the process.

Screams and cries echoed throughout the cabin, a cruel reminder that you were alone with the mythical Dio. Yet you couldn’t seem to drown in your remorse, not when he was making you feel so horribly good. It was almost as if you were thankful that he fucked like the god he pretended to be.

A loud groan left him, and he threw his head back in pleasure. His lips were parted in bliss, sweat coating his forehead as his hair fell into his face.

“My my, you took me so well…” He released his grip on you and allowed you to turn around and look at him. His eyes flickered with lust at the sight of your fucked out expression. It was as if the sight of your beauty had stunned him into silence. Was he just now noticing how gorgeous you were?

“L-Lord Dio…” You shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. His cock was still buried deep inside you, causing a bulge to form on your stomach. It was something you could get high off of.

He leaned in quickly, his eyes shining brightly as he observed you. How many people had he slept with again? And yet, not one of them was able to make him feel this way.

“I could make you a goddess, you know,” Dio whispered, his tone anything but soft. His breathing grew to be heavier than usual, as if he was waiting for you to agree so he could continue blowing your back out. “You would be my queen…”

His hips began to move once more, slower than before so he could feel you better. His eyes didn’t dare to leave yours, his fangs peeking over his lips as he fucked you.

“From now on, you shall be mine. Got it?” His voice was low and quiet, soft grunts escaping him here and there as he picked up his pace. He had reduced you to a whining mess, objectifying you in just about one of the best ways possible.

You thought, at least.

“Let me fill you with my seed, you filthy being,” he called out, his thrusts sloppy and erratic. “Bear my child, give me an heir.”

Rumor has it that what happens in the cold mountains of Lapland is to stay there, forever lost amongst it’s beautiful scenery. No one speaks about what they’ve seen, for they immediately forget once they lay their eyes upon the glorious yearlong snow.

Ah, snow. It gleams underneath the summer sun, as if to smile at its enemies. How beautiful it can be in its perseverance, spreading its numbing cold to the areas around it effortlessly.

Snow is the most enjoyable in a cabin, where one can kick up their feet and read a book beside the fireplace with a cup of coffee.

That’s exactly why you and your friend booked a cabin in Lapland, Finland.

#feel like I got a little too poetic here but oh well #not me listening to beautifully orchestrated music while writing this #I’m channeling my inner mozart or something but it’s inspiring for sure #x reader #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #dio x reader #dio brando #dio brando x reader #jjba dio #dio smut #jjba smut #jjba x reader #vampire x reader #vampire #vampire smut

[sweatervest-obsessed]

I Should Probably, Probably Not

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

WC: ~2.3k

TW: swearing, mentions of sex, making out, definitely pg18, mdni, poor decisions, bar bathrooms

A/N: this song is so Steve post breakup and I legit couldn’t not write it. Hope y’all enjoy it!!!!

Haven't heard from you in a couple of months But I'm out right now and I'm all fucked up

“Robin. Robsssss.” You tugged on her sleeve. Your shirt revealed a bit more cleavage than usual, and your hair had been done up for just one last hurrah before you became a senior in college. The gang had all decided to go out, bar hopping, but after the first bar, you all ended up going to your favorite bar and staying there anyways. You were sitting in your usual booth, all six of you, well would be seven, enjoying the last night of summer together. 

Steve opted out of the night, which you were more than happy about, really. Steve had broken up with you at the start of summer, citing his internship as taking up most of his time and distance would be too hard, as if your almost two year relationship meant nothing to him. But whatever, it’s fine, who cares about him anyways. You do.

“What babes.” Robin took another sip of her beverage and looked at you, cheeks flushed with tequila and rum. 

“I have to pee and I don’t really wanna crawl under the table or go alone..”

Robin giggled slightly. “I was just gonna ask if you wanted to come with me!” 

“Fucking mind melded we are.” The two of you touched your foreheads together before bursting out into laughter. 

“Stop, stop I’m gonna pee my pants.” You were trying to catch your breath, Robin looking anywhere but you because if she did, she’d laugh again. 

“Bathroom Robin! Go go go.” The two of you hopped up, grabbing your phones and heading towards the bar's bathroom, doing your best to keep your laughter to the occasional giggle. It wasn’t gross in there, but you tried to touch minimal surfaces.The two of you sat in the stalls next to one another, talking about whatever came to mind, and when you went to wash your hands, your phone in your skirt pocket buzzed. You pulled it out to look at who was texting you. 

And you're callin' my phone, you're all alone And I'm sensing some undertone

“Oh my god.” You said, unable to stop the gasp you let out.

“What what what.” Robin leaned against you, peering over your shoulder. 

“Steve texted me.” You whispered. 

“What did he say.” Robin answered back in a whisper. 

Your phone started ringing and you dropped it on the sink. “FUCK. Robin. What do I do??”

“Don’t answer him.” 

“But—“ 

“Don’t do it.” 

“You’re not my mom.” 

“Don’t—“

“Hello?” You had picked it up on the last ring. Robin shot you a glare, peppering her hand along with your mouth, making fun of you. Her face made you giggle a bit. You heard him exhale your name. 

“You picked up.” 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah baby.” 

You rolled your eyes, trying to pretend like the nickname didn’t make your mouth a bit dry. Robin assumed it was for her and stuck her tongue out at you. 

“What’d’ya want Steve?” You hummed, 

“I‘ll text you my new apartment’s address. You should come over.” 

“I’m drunk, not stupid Steve. If you wanted to see me then maybe you should’ve come out with all of your friends tonight.” You hung up, giving Robin a small little smirk before the two of you headed back to the table. 

“What a douche.” She muttered, holding the door open as she left. She missed the way you bit your lip and looked down at your phone. 

And I'm right here with all my friends But you're sending me your new address

Steve texted you his address anyways, and you liked it, telling him that you’d be there in twenty. 

It was only a three minute walk, lucky you. 

You were sitting at the table, now on the edge of the booth, listening to Jonathan’s new ventures while Nancy was telling Robin about some cute girl that came in while they were in the bathroom. 

You sighed, content, finishing up your drink, enjoying the company of your friends, but fifteen minutes passed by painstakingly slow, and Robin watched as your interest drifted away. 

She was correct in assuming the text from Steve had made you reel into your own mind, but she was wrong when it came to how upset you were about it. 

“I think I’m going to call it first guys.” You smiled at them, slamming down five, five dollar bills—leaving first meant you paid the price for it. 

Robin gave you a quick smile and handed you your coat. 

Your goodbyes were quick and filled with promises of seeing everyone tomorrow since you saw each other almost every single day anyways. 

As soon as you were out of the bar, you took in a breath of fresh air before sending the text. 

“omw” 

And I know we're done, I know we're through But, God, when I look at you My brain goes, "Ah" Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts) Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)

This was not your smartest moment, but you were drunk, you were horny, and you were still in love with Steve Harrington. 

And Steve doesn’t do distance well, you knew that, but you weren’t expecting him to ask you for a break over the summer since you thought Steve loved you the same way you loved him.

Steve. 

Steve. Steve. Steve. 

Nothing but Steve. 

Not a single thought in your head was about anything other than Steve. The ways his eyes would rake over you, that stupid infectious laugh of his, his easily pullable hair, the kisses on your forehead, his fingers grabbing at your soft thighs, the pretty little sighs that left his pretty little lips—your body shivered the more you thought about him.

You chalked it up to the cooler air outside since it was almost midnight. 

Should probably not I should probably, probably not I should probably, probably not

One singular moment of doubt entered your head as you made it closer to his apartment. Only one moment. 

“This has to be such a bad fucking idea right?” You mumbled. But no one answered.

Seeing you tonight It's a bad idea, right?

“Think of the consequences here babes.” You sighed, pulling out your phone, realizing you missed a text from Robin:

"let me know when you get home babe!"

You sighed and liked the text before opening your notes app, a pros and cons list has just got to help...right?

Seeing you tonight It's a bad idea, right?

Pros would include:

Sex. Obviously. If one person was good at making you feel like a goddess, it was Steve Harrington. That man knew how to work your body like a violin, just to get you to make the sounds he wanted. You hooked up with someone a week after the breakup to try and get your mind off of him, but not only did you not orgasm, this bitch was a minuteman. 

Steve’s Arms. No explanation needed. 

Seeing Steve after a couple of months. You missed him, of course you missed him. Falling out of love is a difficult process and while the post breakup glow up is real, and beautiful, you couldn’t help but wonder how it affected Steve. He was one of the prettiest people you had ever met, so why wouldn’t he get even hotter? 

Steve’s Hair.

Being able to see Steve and be held by Steve. God you were desperate, it felt embarrassing. 

Seeing you tonight It's a bad idea, right?

Cons:

Seeing Steve. Obviously. That was going to wreck you. If you go and see him right now, you might never be able to get over him, and while you wanted to be under him, this might be a bad idea. 

Learning to not settle for good sex because making someone else make you cum is clearly more difficult that you truthfully wanted to deal with. High expectations for sex is technically good, but not when your ex was an Adonis who literally was addicted to eating you out…that’s something you might never be able to let go of again. 

….

Seeing you tonight Fuck it, it's fine

More Pros than Cons. Clear winner in your eyes. 

Yes, I know that he's my ex But can't two people reconnect? I only see him as a friend (The biggest lie I ever said)

It’s not like he said to come over and rekindle your relationship. You’re just…hooking up, friends with benefits. God you were a booty call for him. 

You haven’t seen him since May, since he broke up with you. At least he had the decency to do it in person, before he left. What a great guy. 

You're not sure who you're trying to lie to, but it doesn't stop you anyways.

Now I'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans I know I should stop, but I can't And I told my friends I was asleep But I never said where or in whose sheets

You double checked the numbers on the brownstone with the text he had sent you, confirming you were standing outside the right place. 

You shot Robin a quick text, hoping she wouldn’t notice that you got home too quickly this time. 

“About to get in bed! Kiss kiss bitch” 

“Sweet dreams babes ;) <3” 

“You have no idea.” You mumbled, walking into the apartment complex once you had been buzzed in. 

And I pull up to your place on the second floor And you're standing, smiling at the door And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men But I really can't remember when

“Missed me Harrington?” 

“How could I not, gorgeous.” 

“Who let you get hotter. Certainly wasn’t me.” You smirked at him, still feeling the liquid courage you had downed earlier. He looked good. You could spend all night eating him up, and you were going to. His tan was back, freckles along his face, and probably arms and back--you were surprised you weren't drooling when you looked at him.

“I could say the same for you. That’s a good look on you, how come you didn’t dress like that for me.” 

He was looking at you and you simply couldn’t decipher which emotion he was feeling. You saw lust, front and present, but there was a wave of something that kept flashing through. 

“You never asked.” You crossed your arms, grateful for the shirt you had chosen for the night, watching as Steve tried to give you the decency of pretending like he wasn’t staring at your chest. “Gonna make a girl stand in the hallway Harrington or…?” 

Seeing you tonight It's a bad idea, right?

Steve took one step forward and pulled you into him, lips on yours. You could melt right then and there, letting out a soft moan into his mouth. He tasted like bourbon and smoke and chapstick, plus something you never could figure out—Steve. He tasted like Steve. 

Your hands were around his neck, yanking on his hair, earning a moan matching your own. 

His hands on your waist, pulling you flush against him, as much contact as possible. Sparks flew off your skin when his fingers pushed your shirt up slightly, giving him the skin to skin contact he desired desperately.

Seeing you tonight It's a bad idea, right?

After about thirty seconds of making out like teens in the hallway, you moved your hands to his chest and shoved him lightly, making him stumble back a bit. His grip on you tightened, causing you to stumble into his apartment with you. 

“Feisty.”

You rolled your eyes at his antics, but your mouth betrayed you curling into a slightly smug smile. 

You were enjoying this, maybe too much. 

Seeing you tonight It's a bad idea, right?

You kicked the door shut with your foot, kissing Steve again, wanting to get as much out of this as possible because you don’t know what comes after this. But that’s a later, sober you problem.

Steve moved his mouth down to your neck, swearing up and down how beautiful you were, how he couldn’t get enough of you, how much he fucking missed you. 

He lightly bit your neck, sure to leave a bruise in the morning, but you didn’t care, not even remotely. He sucked on another spot, knowing it would elicit the sigh he wanted. 

You felt a finger tap your ass and you took your cue, hopping up onto his kitchen counter. You’ll make it to the bedroom eventually. 

Seeing you tonight

You pulled away for a second. Steve’s eyes were lust-blown, lips kiss bitten and puffy, hair messed up from your hands tugging at it. 

“Should we…” You mumbled, watching the way his eyes flickered up and down from your lips repeatedly. “Do you…”

“Y/N. I swear to god. Just kiss me.” He mumbled, lips back on yours, sparks cascading to the floor. 

You got the memo.

Not a single bone in your body regretted your decision. 

Fuck it, it's fine

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[audhd-nightwing]

i want a steddie fic that starts with eddie’s pov of steve throughout seasons 1-3 before meeting him in season 4. give me eddie hating King Steve and his friends, give me eddie’s reaction to everything that happens with nancy and jonathan. give me eddie being confused about the extreme and sudden change in steve’s behavior after coming to school with a beat up face.

i just think eddie would have watched steve over the years, first in a “this guy is a douche i should watch out for him” way to a “this man is an enigma and i have unyielding curiosity about him” way. eddie notices things about steve that he comes to realize nobody else does; how he stiffens when the lights flicker, how he sits alone at lunch, how most days he looks like he barely slept.

of course, eddie wouldn’t actually ask him about all of it. what if he thought eddie was a creep? but it was always in the back of eddie’s mind, a troubling concern for a guy he should- by all laws of the munson doctrine- hate. and then everything with season 4 happens and eddie actually has to talk to steve harrington and everything he’s told about the Upside Down actually makes him understand steve a bit better.

bonus points if later when it’s just the two of them eddie asks if steve’s okay and steve just breaks down because he’s so so tired and no one has asked him that since all of this first started. eddie takes care of steve because nobody else will (and he definitely has a Word with all of the older characters about this).

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #steveddie #eddie munson #steddie headcanon #steddie hcs #fic ideas #steddie fic ideas #give steve harrington the love he deserves #mini fic #stranger things 1 #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #king steve #steve harrington whump

[ladykailitha]

Telling It Like It Is Part 1

This one will be updated differently in smaller parts as we have now gotten to the point where my stories are much, MUCH longer. But I won’t be tagging. My ADHD would freak out. Masterlist or read it here on AO3

*

Jonathan slipped out back with a six pack of beers, thrilled that Steve was alone for the first time in weeks. He sat down next to Steve on the lounge chair and handed him a beer.

Steve popped lid off both their beers and took a sip. “Thanks, man.”

Jonathan nodded and they drank in silence for a bit.

“They aren’t tearing up my house, are they?” Steve asked, jerking his thumb behind them.

“Nah,” Jonathan said with a grin. “I made sure to put Eddie on guard duty. Those kids will behave for him.”

Steve nodded. Eddie and Jonathan being here was one of the reasons he went outside for a smoke. He could trust them to keep the chaos to a minimum.

He down the rest of the beer and popped open another one.

“Look, you know I don’t like you,” Jonathan began. Steve let out a chuckle. “But I respect the hell out you and that a good place to be.”

“Same,” Steve said. “I don’t think I could ever like you after...well everything I guess. But I trust you. And that’s important to me.”

“Nice to see us on the same page,” Jonathan agreed. “This will make what I have to say easier. On both of us, I think.”

Steve looked down the six pack. “That why you brought the beer?”

Jonathan laughed. “A bit.” He rubbed his hand on his jeans. “Listen close, because if you tell anyone about this conversation I will deny it and pull out all the pictures from middle school and turn them into fliers.”

Steve laughed. “Whatever say, man. No one is going to believe me anyway.”

Jonathan cocked his head. “Fair. But you need to hear this from me and not anyone else, because you won’t believe it from anyone else.”

Steve frowned. “What?”

“Now, I wasn’t there for any of these moments, but I’ve heard it from them,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Bullshit, douche, and douchebag. Sound familiar?”

Steve flinched with every word. He nodded and then pinched his nose and rubbed it.

“From what I gather only Eddie apologized?” Jonathan pressed.

Again he nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

“So take it from me, Steve,” Jonathan said. “You weren’t ever any of those things.”

“But I–” Steve said.

Jonathan cut him off. “You were a scared kid with abandonment issues who followed the first people who said that they liked you.”

“But–”

“And just like with your fucking parents, their love was conditional, wasn’t it?” Jonathan pressed. “Because I sure the hell didn’t see them around after your so-called fall from grace.”

“I left them,” Steve said weakly.

“You want to know why?” he asked.

“I take it you’re going to tell me anyway,” Steve murmured.

“Because deep down, Steve, you were always a good person.” Jonathan finished his beer and wiped his mouth. “I think your very presence kept them in check because they got worse. You were always the first in line to apologize when you thought you’d done something wrong. And yeah, protecting those kids wasn’t an option, it was something you had to do as the oldest of the bunch, but you stuck around. You think Tommy or Billy would have?”

Steve shook his head. He knew that they wouldn’t have. “I made myself useful because I didn’t have anyone else.”

Jonathan stared at him. “Holy shit, dude. This is way worse than I thought.”

Steve reared back his head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You think those kids, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, you think they are only still around because of the fancy house and nice car?”

Steve hung his head, but that was answer enough for him.

“Dude, I couldn’t say for sure about anyone else,” he said, shaking his head. “But my mom, Claudia Henderson, and Wayne Munson have been fighting for months who gets to adopt you when your parents finally disown you.”

Steve raised his head slowly. “Why?”

“Because they see you take care of their kids as if they are your own, and you deserve better than the Harrington name.”

Steve thought about it. “Oh. I’m wanted?”

It took everything Jonathan had not to cry. He barely held it together with Will, and now Steve Harrington. And no way in hell was he going to shed a tear for this dude.

“Yeah, you are,” he said. He stood up and gave Steve’s shoulder a squeeze. “Just think about what I said, okay?”

Steve looked up. “Yeah. Yeah, I will. Thanks.”

Jonathan nodded and went back inside.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Epilogue

#my writing #stranger things #steddie #jancy #rockie stranger things #jonathan byers is saint in this #i love steve's friends #but sometimes it takes an outsider #to tell it like it is #ladykailtiha writes

[isitisitearlymichael]

The miscommunication issue

During the opening of season 4, one of the first things we hear is El’s letter, which Mike is reading. It seems to be an older letter, because it refers to Joyce’s new job and how they get to school. Importantly, El tells Mike about Will’s painting. She suggests it could be for a girl and that she thinks there’s someone he likes.

This is one of several indications we have that El hasn’t been telling Mike the truth, even if it’s not always a deliberate action.

We learn that El has been telling Mike that she has friends in California, and given we know she mentioned Will liking a girl, it’s not a stretch to believe she also told him Will had friends too.

Mike is led to believe that Will has moved on from Hawkins and him. Mike doesn’t feel like he knows who Will is anymore. That’s one of the things that led to this awkward reunion.

As they start to exit the airport, Will learns that El has been lying to Mike. Not only this, but she’s lying in front of him, knowing that he knows the truth. I’ve seen some fans take his actions here as jealousy, but I believe it’s frustration. He doesn’t expose El, but he makes a few comments which bring her words into question - something that Mike does start to pick up on a bit.

Although Will does ask El about her lying, he does so when Mike steps away and stays quiet again once he returns. He mostly keeps himself to himself, while Mike and El continue to talk amongst themselves. He feels like a third wheel and he’s totally uncomfortable with El’s actions. Add to this, Will has been El’s only friend in California, and she’s completely undermining him.

Of course, as Angela shows up and pulls El away, Will grows concerned and realises he needs to tell Mike the truth. We later see this interaction:

Mike accuses Will of barely talking and says he sabotaged the whole day. Will responds by reminding him that El was lying to him.

When Mike accused Will of barely talking, he was using El’s name and claiming he was being a douche to her. But Will picked up that this wasn’t about El at all. He jumped on it and asked why Mike had barely called him.

We’re made aware later that Mike has struggled to phone the Byers household because of Joyce’s job, but Mike turns this around on Will and accuses him of not reaching out either. We know he thought that Will had moved on.

There were a couple of moments where Mike’s pain over the distance between them was evident, particularly after Will said “what about us”.

However, Mike just didn’t get any time to think between what had happened with El and his argument with Will. I don’t think he had picked up yet that El’s lies also extended to how Will had been coping in California.

We started to see them reconnect in their next scene together.

Mike’s admiration for Will is evident all over his face. He recognises that Will hasn’t changed at all, and is offering the comfort that he needs. He realises how much he needs him.

When he enters Will’s room again later, he’s a man on a mission. I think one of the most important details is that he closes Will’s door behind him, knowing that Jonathan was listening in earlier. He wants this moment to be between him and Will alone.

He offers Will the apology he deserves for his behaviour at the rink. But not only that, he opens up to Will. He tells him that he felt like he lost him (loss is something that he and others in the show only talk about in relation to those they love, so it’s a really big deal).

And then finally, after giving Mike the painting, Will tells us why he didn’t reach out to Mike. He was pushing him away because he was scared of losing him too, and he thought it would make things easier if he tried to let Mike go. It didn’t.

So Mike stopped calling because he was struggling to get through and thought Will had moved on from him, while Will didn’t call back because his feelings were growing and he felt he needed to try to let go. That’s how they ended up in this mess.

But they’ve fixed it, and although they don’t know the whole truth (Will doesn’t know how much Mike tried to call and Mike doesn’t know Will was talking about himself) they are now in a stronger place than ever.

#byler

[thestobingirlie]

It's interesting when people who hate Steve will say he is a former bully when we never see someone call him a bully or bully anyone on screen. They usually call him a douche (according to google primarily referring to annoying cocky or self-important behaviour) or asshole (according to google referring to stupid, annoying or detestable behaviour). I mean you could call a bully these but you could also call someone who is a bit full of themself but doesn't target and harass people these as well. The biggest evidence of Steve not actually being a massive bully is Eddie. Eddie was in that highschool, likely running the D&D club for Steve's whole highschool experience, and he said that he had just assumed Steve was bad. Not that he didn't believe Steve had changed. He said he made assumptions about him. If Steve was bullying the downtrodden of Hawkin's High wouldn't Eddie the protector of lost sheep (or whatever it was) know?

yeah, if steve truly bullied kids, eddie would’ve said that to him in the upside down!! instead their conversation is about eddie having his own ideas about people purely because they’re popular, or good looking, or like sports. the scene is about eddie overcoming his more judgmental side, if steve really bullied people, it wouldn’t be about that.

and also, the few people that have called steve an asshole, have never really named that behaviour.

after the camera smashing, nancy defends steve a little, saying he wasn’t totally wrong (or something like that?) and jonathan says “does that mean i have to like him? i don’t like most people. he’s in the vast majority”. he doesn’t say, “steve bullies me constantly” or “steve has always been a dick to people like me, just because he had a good reason this time doesn’t mean anything”. but nothing of the sort is said. because he never bullied jonathan.

and again, with robin in s3, she calls him a douchebag, but that behaviour was solely him eating in class, him not knowing her, him asking dumb questions, and because tammy had a crush on him. not because he treated people like shit. not because he made fun of other students. nothing. even later with keith, robin says he “wasn’t the nicest to us in high school” which with robins track record, could just mean that he didn’t pick them in gym class!!

#steve harrington #eddie munson #jonathan byers #robin buckley #stranger things #asks #anon

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Just kiss already.

Love your writing!! Can I request Steve x Reader where reader is Hopper’s niece that recently moved to town after he came back and she gets a job with Steve and Robin at Family Video and Steve doesn’t trust her at first and she tries to befriend him. Eventually they’re both idiots in love pining for each other it drives Hopper and Robin crazy.

Warnings; Angst, fluff, mutual pining, Robin and Hopper are sick of this shit, Murray to the rescue.

Y/n wasn't sure what to think of Hawkins at first. Her uncle had recently come back to live here after being captured and held in a Russian prison.

Everyone thought he was dead, and so did she and spent months grieving her beloved uncle.

Then when she found out what actually happened to him she jumped at the chance to live with Hopper, to make up for time they lost.

Hopper and his girlfriend Joyce were more than delighted for her to come and stay and she settled into Hawkins life.

To her uncle's delight, she even got a job at Hawkins Family video store where she worked with a really nice girl called Robin Buckley and a guy called Steve Harrington.

She adored Robin but Steve was another matter. Ever since she came to Hawkins he seemed distrustful of her, she tried to strike up a friendship but he wasn't interested.

It stung because she didn't even know him so how could she have offended him so badly?

Still, she persisted in showing Steve that she could be trusted and the tense atmosphere between them began to soften bit by bit.

He was very handsome she couldn't deny that, she thought his brown eyes were dreamy and that hair? How did he get it that perfect? It made her jealous.

"Hey look at this". Robin nods to her and she sees Steve talking to a few girls at the counter.

They are really pretty and she feels a tightening in her chest, it feels like jealousy and it grows even worse when one of the girls touches Steve's arm and bats her eyes.

Steve is all for it and flirts back and she feels even worse. Robin rolls her eyes.

"If they are babes then Steve is all for it. He used to be the king of Hawkins high, then Nancy Wheeler came along and they dated, then that fell apart, she broke his heart and he really loved her. Then Steve became less of a douche, I started working with him at Scoops Ahoy, that's an ice cream shop w".

"Did you like him?". Robin smiles and arranges the videos.

"Not at first. Then he grew on me and we became great friends, he's my best friend now. The whole Nancy drama started again a little while back but it's died down again".

She follows all of this and nods.

"So you and Steve have never". Robin bursts out laughing startling Steve and his squad of girls.

"No, absolutely not". Having enough of the jealousy swirling around her chest she passes by Steve but trips and his reflexes are fast as he catches her.

She stumbles into him and he blinks looking into her eyes and her heart skips several beats.

He strokes her cheek and swallows.

"You okay sweetheart?". She nods flustered and she thanks him. Even when she heads to the backroom she feels his eyes on her.

❤

Robin face palms as Steve keeps talking about y/n. Since they started to get along better since Steve gave her a chance he's began to fall for her hard.

Y/n was the same for him and it was driving Robin mad at all the love-sick gazes that they gave each other.

She had an ally in Hopper who had grown even more protective of y/n and as much as he liked Steve was despairing as much as Robin at how much Steve and y/n were driving them mad.

Hopper had one secret weapon though.

Murray.

❤

Murray had an astute tendency to cut right through all the bullshit. Steve had never been on the other end of his musings.

Jonathan and Nancy and Hopper and Joyce had been and now it was y/n and Steve's turn.

She had never met Murray but she had heard about him through her uncle and was keen to meet him.

Until he turned his attention onto her and Steve.

She didn't expect him to zero in on them but Murray had caught their longing looks, the way their hands lingered on each other and the desire in their eyes.

Murray nods to Hopper giving him a look of understanding.

It didn't take long for him to say something either. Just a few hours in their presence and he was despairing as much as Hopper and Robin.

"Okay, enough enough enough". Murray barks out and y/n jumps looking at him.

"This is all very cute you two, all the longing looks and stuff aww it's adorable really but jeez enough already. Steve, yes y/n likes you, it's pretty freaking obvious".

"Y/n no Steve isn't interested in Nancy anymore, he hasn't looked her way once because his eyes are on you".

She grows flustered and tries to explain herself at the same time as Steve does and Murray rolls his eyes.

"We aren't...

"I don't know what you're talking about...

Murray sighs.

"Oh spare me, spare me. Spare me. We all know you want to get together. So go and talk it out, confess your feelings and kiss already!".

Hopper grins and collapses onto his recliner seat.

Well, hopefully that did it.

❤

After Murray's outburst, she follows Steve into her room still a little embarrassed.

"Well, that was awkward". She jokes and Steve is looking at her, his gaze is warm and expression hopeful.

"Not really, kinda got my ass moving. I do like you y/n and I hope that you like me too". She softens and moves towards him and gently kisses him.

He returns the kiss and wraps his arms around her.

"I like you too Steve so much". His answering smile is so wonderful and she rests her head against his chest.

"Keep the door open three inches". Her uncle calls through and she pouts then smirks maicheviously.

"Wanna head to yours Steve?". He gets her way of thinking and smirks.

"I'll get my coat". He kisses her again deeply and her body tingles as she imagines what will happen next.

❤

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x hopper!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader

[l0ves1ckf0ol]

BETTER

summary :: you calling mike out on his bs & comforting will

genre :: fluff w will

male!reader x will byers (WOMEN DNI)

you didn't know what happened, you were in mike's basement playing dnd with will, mike and lucas. lucas and mike seemed uninterested so you were trying your best to make the campaign more interesting then will got tired, got up to leave and you heard yelling, specifically mike being a douche and you have had enough.

you only arrived to the point of the argument when will stormed off with his bike, knowing damn well you cant bike for shit.

you turn to mike, the urge to punch him thrumming into your irritation. "why the fuck would you do that?" you ask him, trying to contain your anger from your tone. "wh- are you taking his side?" he yells at you, that was what made you click. "shut up wheeler! i know you guys have girlfriends, i know you have priorities but seriously? do you even know what he went through?" you argue practically fuming, mike clearly pissed off by this proceeds to say, "yeah! he went missing for a week in the most scariest place ever, he got possessed by the mind flayer."

you scoff, "he was robbed of a perfectly good and normal childhood because of stupid monsters! he's used to want to play with you guys because he wants to relive his childhood. not just that but our friendship, how it used to be, before el, before he went missing and before you became the most fucked up best friend i have ever fucking seen." you say to him, jabbing your pointer finger on his chest over and over again.

it was only the rain and the silence, he was frozen to the spot. "i'm going after him." you lean back with a sigh, "let me take-" you sent him a glare, he stopped talking. "you have done enough, i'm gonna do will better." you mutter to him, grabbing an umbrella from the hamper and opened it, beginning to head to the byers household first.

you have been to everywhere will would have disappeared to, the arcade, the byers and the records store. but he wasn't there so you went to a place you never have went to ever since he went missing. it was getting dark but, you couldn't just leave will.

you arrived to castle byers, sweating in your armpits and socks wet from rain. you saw the small wooden hut destroyed, will doing the destroying to be exact. he was punding a large stick on to the wooden hut, completely tearing the entrance.

you immediately ran to him and sheltered his figure with the umbrella in your hand. he seemed to have notice, turning around, red nose- face wet, you could tell he had been crying- it wasn't just evident due to the rain. a sight that broke you internally, making you furious at mike once again.

"mike is a jerk." you tell him and he only stays silent for a while then grabbed you by your neck to hug you. "thank you for trying to make the campaign more interesting for them." he whispers, you could only catch a little of it though, it was still pouring. "yeah and i hate the fact that you biked away, you know i can't bike!" you scoff taking his shoulders by your hands and forced him to look at you. "i looked all over for you." you say to him, dead in the eye. he looked to the ground, upset. "i'm sor-" you shush him, "you know the least bit you could do is maybe don't say sorry because it's those losers fault and not yours, and let's go to your place."

you were in the byers household, no one was there except the both of you. jonathan was probably with nancy, but that was al you knew. will was cleaning himself up in his room while you were busy making pb&j sandwhiches for the both of you, barefoot because your wet socks were feeling uncomfortable. he went back with semi-wet hair and sat down on the dining chair as you slid a plate of the sandwhich towards him. he started eating it and you eat up as well, he kept glancing at you- maybe expecting you to say something.

after a few minutes you set down your half eaten sandwich and looked at him, "i know the others have been ignoring you because of... their girlfriends but i want you to know that, i'm really glad that you're alive, i know you're barely perfectly happy right now and i'm just really sorry for everyone's behavior to you recently." you explain nervously, you really didn't want to touch a nerve accidentally. will finished his sandwich and looks at you with a smile, "you're probably the only one that understands me right now." will admits guiltily. "can i give you a hug?" you ask impulsively. once you realized what you asked you widened your eyes and your hands flew up as an expression "i don't know why i said that- it's just sad to see you like this and a few words of assurance won't totally make up for today." will chuckled, "well- you made me a sandwich." he told you. "but i think it would be better if that hug offer is still open." you felt your cheeks flush of how adorable and timid that sounded out of him. you approached him and your arms slips around his shoulder, the both of you not breaking eye contact, and you could feel your heart flutter and air getting knocked out from your lungs. you buried your head on his shoulder, trying to hide the fact that you're practically blushing right now. he reluctantly wrapped his arms around your shoulders as well and snorts. "this is... so awkward." he laughs as you laugh along. "hey, you asked for the hug!"

(this is lowkey so badd)

#will byers #stranger things 3 #stranger things #will byers x reader #male reader #noah schnapp #mike slander bcs ror #xu's fics

[burtonbabygirlguster]

there’s no way in hell Eddie and Jonathan didn’t know each other back in Hawkins

we know that Eddie has lived there a while- he knew Steve when he was still a douche, hence the ‘steve Harrington is actually…a good dude’ bit- so he’s been in Hawkins for a while, and i havnt watched seasons 1-3 in a while but didn’t the whole school know that dustin lucas mike and will played dnd..? or am i going insain

BUT ANYWAY

im sure a bunch of highschoolers somehow knew that the main party played, so Eddie might have like talked to them about it maybe..? and also, like- Jonathan and Eddie were the ‘freaks’ and ‘outcasts’ so like…you’d think they’d at least talk a few times..??? at least in such a small town, maybe??

also plus maybe argyle wasn’t the first to do drugs n shit with Jon, im sure Eddie still dealed a few years earlier..so yeah-

anyway they must have had AT LEAST ONE INTERACTION.

and bc i can’t decide if i like jargyle and steddie or stonathan more, now argyle, Jon, Eddie, and Steve are all dating

they’re all the same age and i (edit: used to, really not so much) ship steddie, stonathan, and jargyle, SO WHY NOT ALL

i rest my case

#stranger things #stranger things season four #st4 #st4 vol1 #jargyle #steddie #stonathan #argyle x Jonathan #jonathan x steve #Steve x eddie #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #Jonathan Byers #argyle #does argyle have a canon last name yet?? i dont remeber one…

[angelamontoo]

Wait I wanna hear about ur Mortimer Brewster hate.

I never cared for him personally but I wanna hear ur reason, if you don't mind.

Oh I probably shouldnt have called myself a hater, that's a bit too strong and negative a word for how I feel about Mortimer. Tbh with how unsympathetic and just plain boring a lot of leading men(aswell as other characters who we, the audience, are expected to have some automatic, unearned liking for)are in a lot of these old films, I can't truly hate Mortimer just cause hes at least consistently genuinely funny and interesting to watch.

Still, Mortimer has a lot of pretty unlikeable characteristics that it took multiple rewatches of the film for me to really notice, or at least think about fully. It's definitely partially my opinion being influenced by other AAOL fans who's post about why they hate Mort got me thinking more about just what a massive douche he is in the film, but plenty of it is stuff I kinda noticed myself and then focused on more with every rewatch while I was waiting for Einstein to appear.

The most obvious shitty trait about Mortimer is ofc the way he treats Elaine, ignoring her, berating her, stringing her along and being a condescending dickweed, all because of his own internal conflicts and as a Lorre fan, I'm obligated to be somewhat offended by how needlessly mean he is to Herman, but what really bothers me personally is the way he treats his aunts and especially Teddy. He talks down to his aunts like they're little kids instead of the people who raised him, essentially his mothers and has 0 gratitude for everything they've done for him despite Abby and Martha treating him like their golden child, being thrilled to cart them off to happydale with Teddy. Speaking of, the utter lack of empathy Mortimer has for his own brother, who has never done anything more harmful to anyone else than blow a bugle too loud, is vile. He has no moral qualms letting Teddy potentially take the fall for murder when he's never shown signs of violence before just because "everyone already knows he's crazy" and Mortimer was always planning to shove Teddy into a nuthouse when his aunts croaked anyway so it's no skin off his nose.

Also, while I'm happy that Herman makes it out of the film unscathed, the fact that Mortimer let's someone who he knows was at least an accomplice to multiple murders walk free just because he helps Mort unload his inconvenient relatives into somebody else's care, is proof that Mortimers eagerness to be rid of his family has nothing to do with him being worried that they'll hurt more innocent people. For all Mortimer knows, Herman's every bit as dangerous as Jonathan.

So yeah if I was gonna make a tiere list for leading men in Lorre films(not including the few where Pete fills that role ofc) Mort would probably rank relatively high for being fun to watch and having some sympathetic moments, but that is not saying much

Also thanks for this ask. My blogs mainly about pete characters ofc, but I like having an excuse to talk about some other characters I'm interested in from his films

#arsenic and old lace #mortimer brewster #idk with the aunts its kinda complicated cause it seems like they kinda fucked up with how they raised the kids in some ways #and even if they pampered him more then Jonathan it seems like the aunts didnt do much to stop jonathan from abusing mort #idk i feel like you have to really not be paying attention it one of your kids is injuring the other kids nails n shit #but we dont know the exact deteils there so its hard to say #plus even if the aunts weren't good caregivers it doesnt justify how he treats teddy or elaine yknow? #idk its hard to pin piint my exact feelings on mort #hes a jerk but hes not boring

[agentem]

I have been thinking of how to cast Dracula for tumblr’s screen adaption. Here is what I have so far. Need more input. Let’s cast this thing.

JONATHAN, male in his 20s, British. He is loving and kind, but he is also a talker, and effervescent about the things he cares about (Mina, work, various spices). But he can also be a bit tightly wound, has very set notions of the world, which will be upended. Type: Daniel Radcliffe-ish?

MINA MURRAY, female in her 20s, British. Curious, clever and thoughtful. Mina pretends she is not a “New Woman” but does have odd ideas. Loves graveyards, Jonathan and Lucy. Doesn’t know she is brave but proves her mettle. Type: Christina Ricci in Casper? (Winona Ryder is not far off really).

LUCY WESTERNA, late teen or early 20s, British. Is younger than her friend and advisor, Mina. She is strikingly beautiful, and you might think that would make everyone hate her but she is so kind and careful with everyone she meets. Even scorned suitors become her friend. Type: Am thinking about Reese Witherspoon in Legally Blonde and Sana Stark in Game of Thrones.

VAN HELSING, older male, Dutch. Must have accent. He is jovial and friendly, but also a scholar who will prove to be a warrior. Man of letters. Actor must do comedy and also action. Type: Dutch Nick Offerman?

QUINCEY, 20s-30s, American. Texas accent required. I have straight fancast Jonathan Majors in “The Harder They Fall.”

MRS WESTERNA, 50s-60s, British. Character actress. About to die at any moment.

MR SWALES, elderly man. Comedic. Accent work required. Will not recur.

ARTHUR, 20s-30s, British. Upper crust but not a douche about it. Type unknown to me. What do British aristocracy do? I am American. Explain.

JACK, 20s-30s, British. I don’t have a good character read. Send help. (ETA: “Good forehead”? Really?)

DRACULA: A cardboard cutout of Gary Oldman from the Coppola movie.

RENFIELD: Could be anyone. Wildcard. Probably played by a rock star.

If any actor-types are out there, pls put yourself on tape. Thnx.

Co-screenwriter who actually knows how to write scripts also needed.

#Dracula daily #Dracula #jonathan harker #mina harker #lucy westerna #van helsing

[eddiemunson-fanfic]

Three is the magic number

Steve Harrington x Plus size!F!Reader x Eddie Munson

Warnings: possessive!Eddie, threesome, dom!Eddie, shy!Steve, name calling, unprotective sex.

Summary: You end up working with Steve Harrington at Family Video, he noticed you from school, because you used to have some classes together, but he never really spoke to you. You end up having a great time together working overtime from time to time, and Steve develops feelings for you. Little does he know you're already taken.

"Steve, stop it!" Dustin exclaims as Steve ruffles his hair, laughing as Dustin gets frustrated.

"Be nice to your kids, Harrington!" you yell at him, and he pulls away from Dustin, putting his hands up surrendering.

Dustin swat at his chest before he walks over to the counter where you and Robin stand, checking something on the computer for a costumer.

He laughs as he stands beside you, his fingers brushing your side in a flirty manner, but you don't think about it that way. You knew that Steve could be a flirt, and he would always be touchy and nice to you.

Besides, you didn't really bother noticing the flirting because you were deeply in love with your boyfriend. He was the light in your life, and you've been together for a while, planning on moving in together. You just needed to find a place that worked for the both of you.

He had warned you about Steve's flirty demeanor before you started working at Family Video, little did your boyfriend know you used to take classes with him in high school, so you knew he could be flirty. You often saw him in the halls at school cuddling up to Nancy when they were together. When they broke up, he always tried to be flirty with the other girls at school, but something had happened between him being broken up with Nancy, until he was ready to go out there again. He didn't have the same spark as he used to.

You heard the girls calling him a dork, and that he wasn't the same guy he was when he was with Nancy. You saw a change in him, that's for sure, but it wasn't anything negative as the other girls made it seem like it was. He was so sweet towards everyone, never a douche anymore.

That was practically the only reason you never talked to him. He was a jock, and a douchebag, but after Nancy left him, he changed for the better.

Eddie, your boyfriend was always protective of you whenever Steve was near you. Whenever Steve used to walk past you in the hallway, Eddie was like a bodyguard, guarding you with his entire body to make sure Steve didn't have a chance to touch you.

He got a bit sad when you were about to graduate with Steve, Nancy, Jonathan and the others. He wanted to walk that stage with you, but he couldn't. He had flunked a bit to many classes, but you cheered him on the following year, making him do his best, helping him with homework when he needed, just so you could see him walk that stage the next semester, uncle Wayne by your side as you both cried together, watching Eddie flip the principal the bird as he took his diploma, running off stage, finding you and Wayne as you stood of towards the side, proud of him as ever as he embraced the both of you in a victory hug.

"I'm so proud of you, son!" Wayne had cried into Eddie's arms as he held him close, proud of his nephew as he let him go after a while, so Eddie could embrace you in a tight hug, and you showered his face in kisses.

"My baby finally did it! You graduated baby!"

"I wouldn't have done it without your support, baby" he returned the kiss as you kissed eachother hungrily before pulling away.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Steve's voice suddenly sounded, as you looked at him, pulling yourself out of your thoughts as his hand brushed against yours.

You chuckled, pulling your hand close to you as Robin finished helping up the costumer as she turned towards the both of you.

"Last costumer for today, and we can close up!" Robin exclaimed, starting to shut down the computer as you nodded, walking towards the front of the desk, tidying up the candy you were selling as Steve came up to help you as Robin tugged Dustin with her to the back, carrying some of the VHS that were delivered today.

"So, you got any plans after work?" Steve said as he helped you rearrange the candy in front, as you sat down on the floor to fix the stuff all down by the floor.

You looked up at him and shrugged.

You and Eddie never made any plans since it was a Thursday night, and Eddie was hosting another Hellfire session. You knew he would be out late, so you didn't really think that he'd ever show up today, which he normally didn't, so you always got a ride home with Steve most Thursday's because of it.

"Your buddy isn't going to pick you up today?" Steve said, motioning for you to look outside to see the parking lot empty.

"You mean Eddie?" you chuckled, knowing quite well that Steve knew his name.

Steve coughed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah, I guess I mean Eddie"

"Are you jealous, Harrington?" you joked, and his cheeks flashed a bright red colour as he looked away, not daring to look at you as he blushed.

"Me? No, never!" he tried to shrug it off as he walked over to another pile of VHS that needed to be put up before tomorrow.

"No, I don't have any plans, it's pretty late too, it's almost 9.30"

He thinks about it for a while, before he turns towards you again, facing you as he gives you a sly smile.

"You wanna grab a bite with me or something? We don't need to show up early tomorrow, we got a late shift, and I'm starving!"

You give him a smile and a nod.

"I would love some food right about now! Haven't eaten since lunch"

"That settles it! Let me just get done here, and help Robin finish up, and we'll go grab a bite!" he smiles his biggest smile at you, as he walks to the back, probably on his way to help Robin as Dustin comes back, a huge grin on his face as he walks and sits on the counter.

You look at him, and smiles.

"What?" you chuckle. "And why aren't you at Hellfire?" you ask, suddenly remembering he also is a part of the club.

"You know he has a thing for you, right?" he chuckles as he looks at you, shrugging his shoulders."Eddie said he just wanted to have the big guys there today" he shrugs, rolling his eyes at the thought as he kicks his feet.

You reach your hand out so he could help you up from the floor as he smiles down at you, giving you his hand as he helps you up.

"He does not have a thing for me" you shrug it off, as he huffs at you.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that"

"You ready to go?" Steve says as he walks out to you again, handing you your bag as you nod.

"Absolutely!"

The drive to the place where you were gonna eat was uneventful, just listening to the radio as you drove over.

"What about Robin by the way? She usually gets a ride from you, doesn't she?" you say as he opens the door for you to step out of the car.

"Oh, she is off to her girlfriend for the night, she was picking her up"

Oh, guess that made sense. She has been gushing all week that they were gonna spend the weekend together out of town. Good for you, Robs.

Steve opened the door to the small burger shop, and politely bowed to you. You laughed at his antics and shook your head at him.

"Goof" you say as he winks at you before you walk past him.

You eat most of your meal in silence, just glancing at eachother from time to time, talking about how the work week has been so far, and Steve tips the waiter generoulsy before he takes your hand in his, leading you outside.

It was a bit chilly, so you started to shake a bit from the cold as the chilly air hit you. Steve noticed and handed you his jacket, gently laying it across your back as you gave him a small "thank you"-smile.

The ride home to your place was also uneventful, just chit-chatting a bit about what you were gonna do for the rest of the evening, and he pulled up into your driveway, stopping the car as he moved, facing you.

"I had fun"

"I did too, but I really need a cigarette, you wanna have one with me before you leave?" you offer, and he chuckles, nodding.

"Absolutely!" he smiles as he finds his pack, grabbing another jacket from the back as he steps out of his car, walking over to you, opening the door for you as he hands you a cig.

"You know I got my own pack, right?"

A shiver ran through your entire body as the cold air hits you more than ever.

Steve instinctly scooted closer to you, helping as a small shelter for the cold as his heat radiate off him onto you. You lean into his embrace, not thinking about how close you are as Eddie pulls up, scaring the shit out of you as he closes his car door really hard so you can hear it, making you jump in Steve's arms.

"And what do we have here?" he says, platonical as he absolutely can, not daring to show off how mad he actually is.

"When you can't get a girl for yourself, Harrington, you try to steal mine, is that it?"

Steve's eyes get big as he looks at Eddie, pulling away from you, and you wont have it. Eddie could be jealous if he wanted to, but you were cold, and needed the warmth as you took a drag of your cig, huffing at Eddie as you pulled Steve closer.

"I'm sorry man, I didn't know!"

"Oh, as if you didn't!? You've seen us together man" Eddie was starting to get mad by now, and the possessive side of him were truly showing it's true colours watching you pull Steve closer as Eddie walked up to you, trying to pull you away from him.

"Oh, shut it! The both of you!" you glare at Eddie, as you keep a hand on Steve's chest, feeling how his heart was racing, trying to back off from the situation as you held him in place.

You glared at Steve, and warned him with your eyes not to move before you looked over at Eddie.

"I know you get possessive babe, but Steve was only keeping me warm, because I was cold. I asked him to join me for a cig before he went back home. His parents are never home anyway, and I thought I might keep him for a bit of company so he didn't have to keep going back home to an empty house, all alone." you glared at your boyfriend to back off, feeling sorry for Steve who had to keep going back home to an empty house, never anyone waiting for him to come home.

Eddie softened when you stated your fact, and nodded.

"Sorry babe, but I know what kind of flirt Harrington will and can be"

You huffed, pulling Eddie close, as you placed a soft kiss on his lips, looking up at him, not noticing you still held onto Steve, as he chuckled, placing a hand on yours as to motioning for you to let him go.

The thought of having both these beautiful guys at your mercy, made you horny.

You and Eddie had been talking about wanting to try a threesome before, but never had anyone to do it with. So for now, it was just a fantasy.

You knew that in one way or another, you could pursuade the both of them into trying.

"Eds, I have a suggestion I wanna try out" you tried to say as softly as you possibly could to him, as you looked at him. He looked down at you, looking at you with adoration as the pieces clicked. He knew exactly what you meant, when he saw how your eyes were filled with lust.

"Depends if he's up for it" he said as he looked over at Steve who looked as if he wanted the earth to swallow him whole.

"Up for what?" he asked, his voice a bit shaky as you chuckled, looking up at him.

"You ever thought about having a threesome?"

You wanted to just rip the bandaid of as fast you probably could, so he had an opportunity to back out if he got scared of it.

"Threesome?" his eyes shot up in surprise hearing those words leave your lips at all.

"With you two?" he asked, just for reassurance, and you both nodded as Eddie pulled you into his chest, your back against him, feeling how hard Eddie was from the thought of sharing you with Steve. His bisexual self has always had an eye for Steve, and he often told you about it, so it was as if a dream came true if Steve actually wanted to get down and dirty with the both of you.

You could see something in his eyes shift, as if they got darker as he smirked at Eddie and you.

"If I would!" he exclaimed, surprising the both of you as he adjusted himself in his pants.

You noticed and looked down, seeing his erection struggle, and you gasped.

"Told you he was big, babe" Eddie whispered a bit too loud in your ear, making you swat at his arm.

"Eddie!" you gasped, as he laughed, pulling you into his embrace, kissing your neck, making you giggle.

"I knew you were looking at me in the locker room!" Steve exclaimed, making Eddie look at him as he shook his head, smirking slightly.

"Everyone was looking at you, big boy, even the guys who wasn't gay!" Eddie chuckled, bumping Steve's shoulder as he lead you towards your house.

"Your parents is not coming home this weekend, right?" Eddie asked, making sure you had the place for yourself.

"Yes, they're anniversary is this weekend, you know that. They'll be gone until monday"

"Perfect" he says, kissing your cheek as he looks back at a dumbfounded Steve.

"You coming, big boy?"

"Can you please stop calling me that?" he whines, and you chuckle, swatting Eddie's chest.

"Be nice, babe" you warn him.

He pulls his hands up in a surrendering motion, winking at you as Steve almost bumps into you as you stop to unlock the door, feeling his erection press up against you as he does, before he just as fast as he bumped into you, pulls away.

"Just as clumsy as ever, huh, Harrington?" Eddie continued to tease Steve as his cheeks flushed a pink red.

"Stop it, Eds, be nice, please! You'll scare him away"

"Trust me baby, if I managed to scare Steve away, I'd be surprised"

You walked inside the house, turning on the light in the hallway as you took off your shoes, handing Steve his jacket as he scoffed, waving it off as he undressed his own jacket.

"You keep it, it looks better on you"

You chuckled and smiled at him. You could barely button the jacket, it didn't fit that good. Even if he was a tad bigger than Eddie, his clothes still didn't fit properly.

"You know I'm a big girl, right? This doesn't fit that well"

He just shrugs his shoulders as Eddie comes behind you, pulling you in close, placing a soft kiss to your neck, making you squeal.

"You look perfect no matter what, princess"

His raspy voice sending shivers down your entire body, making you turned on in an instant, trying to push it away, you clear your throat.

His body pressed tight against you, as his lips crashed with yours, you felt yourself getting more and more horny by the second.

At some point, Eddie tugged at Steve's shirt to get him closer, breaking away from the kiss, he ordered Steve to kiss you, but before he had time to react, your lips were on his as you pulled him close to you. He seemed shocked at first, but he melted into you quick, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he kissed you hungrily, a small moan escaping his mouth as you fought for dominance with your tongue in his mouth.

"I didn't think it would be this hot to see my girl kiss another guy, but fuck me" Eddie groaned from the side as he was pressed up against you, leaning down to suck a mark at your neck, making you moan into Steve's mouth.

Steve pulled away from the kiss, breathless as he looked at you and Eddie for a second, biting his lip.

"It's been so long since I had any action at all, that this alone could make me cum in my pants"

Both you and Eddie chuckle at his words as you both look at him. You've been wanting to see his dick so many times, and both you and Eddie has been talking about it from time to time, so you fell down to your knees in front of him, looking up at him as you helped him out of his pants.

"I can help with that" you smiled, as you pulled his pants down, Eddie's hand in your hair as he stepped closer, you could hear him chuckle.

"Her throat is like fucking magic man" Eddie chuckled, looking at you as you dragged down Steve's boxers, his dick springing free, making that small jump as he was freed, gasping when you wrapped your hands around him.

"I knew you were big, but damn" you whispered, before your lips wrapped around his tip, Eddie massaging your scalp as you licked the pre cum off Steve's tip, making Steve gasp and moan, his head falling back as you could feel his dick throb in your hand.

"Such a slutty little good girl for us" Eddie praised you.

This encouraged you to push as much of Steve as you could down your throat, choking slightly on his length as his head fell back again, his hand travelling up to your hair, pushing you down more as you choke and try to catch your breath.

"I'm gonna cum" he warns, which encourages you even more, bobbing your head faster up and down his length, until he stills completely, and you can feel him shoot his load down your throat.

When you pull his dick out of your mouth with a pop, he looks down at you and chuckles before he looks up at Eddie and chuckles again.

"You're right man, her throat is magic"

What a damn confidence boost. You smiled to yourself, patting yourself mentally on your shoulder as you looked up at Eddie.

"Daddy?"

You ask softly, making Eddie look down at you, reaching down to place a soft kiss to your lips before he smiles and pulls away.

"Yes princess?" he hums, looking into your eyes, you could see his were blown by lust.

"I want you inside me" you state, looking between the both of them as you wiggle underneath Eddie's touch. "The both of you"

This ignites something in Eddie as he looks at Steve.

"You ready, big boy?"

You must have blacked out for a while, because now you were heavy panting with Steve and Eddie inside you, both stretching out your pussy as you felt yourself cumming around them, Eddie praising you for being his sweet and adorable cock slut as he pounded into you.

You looked at them both, their hair clinging to their foreheads from sweat as they panted heavily, grunting and moaning in unison as they filled you up with their cum, making you cum once more feeling it fill you up.

You collapsed with Steve and Eddie on each side of you after they pulled out, you cockdrunk, giggling, leaning over to Eddie to peck his lips, smiling against his lips.

"I love you" you said, and he chuckled, grabbing your chin to kiss you more passionate before he pulled away.

"I love you, but remember, you're still mine"

Hearing Eddie telling you you were his made your entire body ignite in a whole different way than anything. You loved his possessive side when this was the outcome. You felt safe.

"Thank you" you both jerked your head towards Steve, as he chuckled, propping himself on his elbows as he looked at you both.

"Thank you for this" he smiled, and you rolled over, your back against Eddie as Eddie pulled you close, kissing your neck as you moaned slightly.

"Can we maybe do this again?" Steve asked after a small pause, his cheeks turning crimson red as he looked at you both.

You reached out to grab his hand as Eddie stopped kissing your neck, nodding, whispering into your ear to tell Steve what you wanted.

"Ofcourse Steve, anytime" you smiled, and he looked down at your tits quick before he looked up at Eddie, asking silently if he could suck on your tits, and Eddie nodded as you giggled.

"Come here" you motioned for him to come closer, and his lips were wrapped around your nipple in an instant, making you moan.

You loved this. Having Eddie groping you, kissing your neck, his erection pressing against you as Steve were sucking on your nipples, loosing himself completely, being in his own little world as he did.

You were exactly where you were suppose to be. Sandwiched between the most awesome guys you have ever met. And you would do it all again if you got the opportunity.

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I feel like the ending was shit, but idk, hope you guys liked it!

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