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eddiesxangel · 5 months

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Redemption| Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie is forced to work community hours for a petty crime at a retirement home; what he didn’t expect was the pretty girl at the front desk, you. This is so self-indulgent don't come for me

Word count: 3.8k

Cw: mutual pining, male masturbation, Perv!Eddie, Dom!Eddie/ Sub!reader, unprotected sex, corruption kink? breeding kink, sex at work. (Briefly proofread)

An: after 85 years I finally got around to finishing this! It’s not where I thought it would go originally bc it was just suppose to be a fluff piece but the horny gremlin took over

Boredom wasn't even a way to describe how you were feeling. The phones were dead, the day had been dragging on, and it was not even 12:00pm. The residents of the home were also not doing you any favours. Having to repeat yourself about six times in a row at the top of your lungs was starting to get old; your day had just not been going the way you wanted. Any other day, you'd be happy to help, happy to repeat yourself, but today was not one of those days. You were irritated and annoyed; your work bestie was off today, so you couldn't even complain to her about your shit day.

A sigh of relief fills you when the phone rings, a rare occasion, but today has been so slow you were begging for something to do.

"Sunny Acres Retirement Home! How may I help you?" your customer service voice was overly sweet, too sweet. However you can't seem to turn it off, being the people pleaser that you are.

"Jesus Christ'' You hear mumbled from the other end of the line.

"Hello? How can I help you?" you roll your eyes, having to repeat yourself, but keep up the chipper act.

"Yeah, listen, I was assigned to do community hours at this place, and I need to talk to a manager." Damn, this guy had an attitude.

"Yeah! Sure thing. Can I get your name, please?"

"Seriously?"

What the fuck crawled up this guy's ass?

"It's company policy, Sir." You rolled your eyes again, not wanting to deal with more bullshit.

"Eddie"

"One moment, Eddie, I'll transfer your call." You put him on hold and transferred him to the manager with a good luck warning.

The next day, you were in much better spirits; your work bestie was with you, it was casual Friday, and you were allowed to wear jeans instead of business casual attire.

It was around 1:00pm when you saw Chief Hopper walk in accompanied by someone you had not recognized.

"Hey Hopps," you greet him with a smile.

"Hey, you." He said with a smile.

You and Chief Hopper had a friendly relationship because you're close friends with his girlfriend's oldest, Jonathan.

"To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Brought in another delinquent for you to roughhouse into shape" he steps out of the way.

Your giggle dies as you lock eyes with the prettiest boy you've ever seen.

"This is Edward; he is here to complete two hundred hours of community service, and he will be starting today."

"It's Eddie," you hear him mumble under his breath.

Oh so this is the jackass you spoke to on the phone yesterday... a really cute jackass.

He looked to be around your age, but you didn't recognize him. You'd only been in town since the second half of senior year, hating your parents for making your move to a new school so close to graduating. You have been in Hawkins six years now you're here working 9-5 as a receptionist at Sunny Acres Retirement Home.

"Nice to meet you, Eddie." You introduce yourself and proceed to call the manager to let her know he is here. Once Hopper leaves and your manager shows him around, you immediately call your best friend, Robin's, extension.

"Get over here now! We have a code, hottie," you whisper into the phone. Whenever you see a cute person enter the building, whether it be adult grandchildren, paramedics, or firefighters, you always let one another know when there is one on the premises. No less than two minutes later, she approaches your desk.

"Where are they?"

" There," you point to the dining room directly across from your desk as he is being given a tour of the building.

"Eddie Munson?!" she half yells before covering her mouth.

"You know him?" you ask excitedly.

"Know him? He's the town freak," she scoffs.

"I'm sure he is a freak, alright?" You wiggle your brows at her."

"I'm serious! He's bad news."

"Clearly, he is doing community service hours."

"Seriously? That is what you're into?" she giggles.

"I don't know? There is something about him?" You bite your lip as you check him out from afar. He turns back to walk towards you, and you quickly look away, not wanting to be caught.

You've always been into bad boys, but your golden retriever, good girl image, always scared them away.

Eddie notices you staring at him because you're not very subtle. He isn't mad that he caught you staring because he felt that you were checking him out rather than judging him. Unlike your co-worker standing beside you...

Just his luck, he recognized Robin from high school. She was always neutral towards him and didn't say much, but he knew how the people in this town operated. She would turn you against him in no time.

"Buckley." He nodded.

"Munson," she mimicked back.

You watched the scene play out, hoping she would introduce you. Wrong. She goes straight in for the kill.

"My friend thinks you're cute." She points her thumb at you, and you immediately slap her shoulder as a gut reaction.

"Robin?!" you scold her. Mortified about what she admitted to him just to break an awkward silence, you feel like you want the ground to swallow you whole.

Eddie gives you a cocky smirk before the manager comes back to continue with the tour.

"Why do you hate me? Did I do something? Are you punishing me?" you whine.

"You know I just blurt out things when I get uncomfortable!"

All you can do is roll your eyes, you loved the girl, but she could be really dense.

Eddie couldn't stop thinking about your brief interaction all night. Was Robin telling the truth? Did you really think he was cute? Or was she teasing? He hoped that she had grown up since high school and was telling the truth because he also thought you were cute, like really, really cute. He hadn't seen you before, and Hawkins was a small town; he must have known you from somewhere? He wraps his brain around any memories of your face, but he comes up empty. He had to find out more about you. He needed to know you. Something about you infatuated him so much. He thought about how your body looked in the adorable outfit you had on. He thought about what was under the outfit to... Maybe being forced to volunteer his time at Sunny Acres wouldn't be the worst thing that happened to him after all...

The next day, you were assigned to show Eddie some of the duties he was to do for the residents. Talk to them, run bingo, help them with their phone if the line was giving them any trouble, or their TV if they put in the wrong input, serve them beverages, and get to know them and keep them company. A lot of them don't have families or anyone to come visit them. The staff are their family. That was the main reason you stayed at this job for so long.

Eddie was quiet the whole orientation. The tension from yesterday was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Small talk was not your strong suit; you dreaded it, but you also really wanted to talk with Eddie, so you went for it.

"So what did they book you for? Steal candy from a kid on the playground?" trying to make light of the situation.

"Murder," he deadpans to you.

"Ha ha. Nice try. They don't give community hours to murderers." you couldn't keep your eyes on the task in front of you.

He was dead silent, but you could feel his eyes burning into you.

"Okay, don't tell me; I'll just keep guessing until you do." you gave a cheeky smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Another eye roll was shot your way, but you swore you saw a glint of something behind those eyes.

"So what was it? Trespassing? Vandalism? shoplifting? Public intoxication? Speeding?" you raise a brow at him.

Eddie just smirked and shook his head as you interrogated him. Your bubbly personality was nothing compared to his. He noticed how you would light up the room when you walked in. The residents of the home adored you, and he could see why. You were one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen; your eyes sparkled, and he loved how you styled yourself. He wasn't used to being so infatuated by someone so cutesy. He noticed you wore a lot of pink and has yet to see you in anything black. He thought of what you would look like with black underwear... then he snapped back out of his thoughts. He tried to think of something less sexy, but as he was trying to do so, your top slipped down when you went to reach for the deck of cards across from you. He caught a glimpse of the frilly light yellow bra you had on under your top.

Eddie noticed the room was getting hotter, or was that just him? You made him nervous; he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of you more than he already has. He felt shame that we had to be waltzed in here by the chief of police, never mind what offence he committed. So he stayed quiet, not wanting the next thing to come out of his mouth to be offensive or crass. So he kept quiet, not saying anything or indulging in the conversation more than he had to.

Another week went by, and you still hardly spoke to Eddie. Work was unbelievably slow yet again. you thought that would give you a chance to speak with Eddie, but you hardly had time to see him because the residents kept hogging him. That was until your manager asked for you to help with the Bingo because everyone decided to show up today. Eddie was in charge of rolling and placing, and you were in charge of announcing and checking.

This was it, this was your chance to speak to him...

"How do you like it here so far?"

"It's fine I guess." He mumbled.

"Everyone really loves you." You smiled.

Eddie gave you a look that said what the fuck?

“No really! … Do you not like it here?” What you were really asking was do you not like being around me?

"Don't you get it? How can I serve these snotty rich people when all they do is look down on someone like me?"

"Eddie, are you blind? The residents love you."

Eddie scoffs at your confession. "I'm serious! When you are gone, Pat always asks where you are! And Linda always refers to you as her boyfriend, and I overheard Martha and June arguing over who got to braid your hair next. You're a real ladies' man around here," You giggle.

"A ladies man you say?" his mood slowly changes as he smirks at you. That made you blush, the heat rose to your cheeks as you looked away bashfully. He was just so pretty… and the way he looked at you like how he is now is making you so shy.

"Yeah, I'm kinda jealous of Linda, if I'm honest." You flirt. You feel like your stomach was in your ass by the time you finished the sentence.

"What's the next number! come on!" Bob yelled from the table. You had completely forgotten about the game.

Small glances were stolen throughout the following weeks. You would feel the heat rise to your cheeks every time he caught you, and you couldn't tell if he found it endearing or annoying. You never got a response out of Eddie after your admission to being jealous over an eighty-three-year-old.

Eddie definitely thought it was endearing and he can't seem to get you out of his head. He would think about you when he was alone in his room at night. He would think about how you always smelled like marshmallows, how your hair looked so cute with the little bow you put in it occasionally, or how you tease him by wearing those short skirts with stockings underneath. He knew you were teasing him. Everyone else bought the Goodie Two Shoes act, but not Eddie. He saw right through it, and he was fed up. He felt like if he didn't have you, he would actually explode.

Eddie had been watching you from afar this whole time. He would sneak around your desk, finding things he could take home with him as a keepsake. Like little doodles you would leave out, or the pen you were using, or your lip balm. The best was when you left your purse out, and he got a chance to take the travel-size perfume that was lying there on top of everything. There was a reason he got booked for defacing public property and not theft. Theft he was good at.

Eddie sprayed his pillow with your perfume and then used your lip balm that smelled and tasted like strawberries, fuck, everything about you was so sweet: your personality, looks and smell, even your fucking lip balm. He thought about how his lips were touching the thing that touched yours as he applied it to his own, and his dick got hard. Then he thought about how your strawberry lips would look around his hard cock.

You were taking over Eddie's senses as he began to tug at his cock. He thought about how he would love to flip up your skirt and fucking you in one of the empty rooms. His imagination ran wild. He thought about your voice, how your tits would look bouncing in that frilly yellow bra he got a peek at. He wanted you in every position, especially under him. He knew you would be the perfect little sub for him. He needed you to be; he was so close to cumming. He thought about you crying from how much you needed his cock to fill you. He thought about how good you would look and feel swallowing his cock. He needed to take what he thought, no needed to believe, was your virgin pussy.

Eddie came so hard that night, the first night he indulged in his fantasies of you with your smell lingering in the air of his room. The mix of your sent with his was too much. He needed you, and he would do anything to try and get you.

"Ok, I can't take this anymore, you need to talk to him." Robin shook her head.

"And say what?"

"Yo Munson, come here!"

"Robin!" You scolded.

As Eddie approached, you felt your heart rate go up; you could hear the blood pumping in your ears. What on earth was she going to say now?

"Okay, I can't take watching you two dance around one another any longer." "She thinks you're cute. Okay..." Robin gestured to you. "Do you think she is cute?"

Eddie didn’t say anything, he just slowly nodded his head.

The tension broke when the shrill of phone ring broke you out of your trance and shook you a little. You just stared at the phone and Robin butted in.

“I’ll take it, you take your lunch” she gave you a wink and you looked to Eddie.

“I could eat.” and he wasn't talking about the chicken they were serving for lunch.

You felt your stomach do a flip-flip; you heard the insinuation in his tone.

"Um, uh- yeah. Okay." You cleared your throat and went to find an empty room for some privacy.

You guided Eddie up to the eighth floor. There were a lot of vacant rooms up there, and hardly anyone went in the west wing since no one was living there yet. The elevator ride up was silent; you felt an awkwardness, like Eddie was looking into your soul even though he wasn't even looking at you... The elevator dinged, and Eddie let you step out first, guiding him to the privacy he yearned for.

809 Eddie read on the door as you fumbled with the lock and key. Finally, you opened the lock and guided him inside. The room was completely empty; it echoed a little as your footsteps filled it.

"So..." You started but Eddie had no time for talking. He wanted you and he wanted you now.

Eddie surprised you by cupping your face and kissing you passionately. No one had ever kissed you like this before; it was strong and hard but also careful.

"You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart." He spoke into your mouth. The kissing got more and more sensual. You ran your hands up his middle before you knew what was happening he quickly turned you around and pressed you up against the wall.

"You think it's cute? Teasing me for weeks with your sweet little outfits?" Eddie's hand was wrapped around your mouth to keep you quiet as his fingers explored you meat of your ass.

"Mmmmmph" You were so scared someone would find you in the empty suite, but it also turned you on more than expected.

"What was that sweetheart? I didn't quite catch that?" His fingers found the waistband of your stockings and pulled them and your panties down with one swift motion. His hand loosened its grip on your jaw so you could speak.

"N-no," You whimpered. This was turning you on way more than it should. You thought you would come up here to talk; maybe he would ask you out on a date. You never thought you would be fucking!

"I don't believe you."

You felt your skirt flipped up and a cool breeze on your wet pussy.

"Tell me, sweetheart, has anyone ever filled this pussy?" Eddie asked as he ran a single finger through your wet folds.

"Yes," You admit shakily. You gripped Eddie's wrist of the hand that was clamped around your throat.

Eddie can't say he was surprised that you’ve had men before him. You were beautiful, smart, funny, adorable. It's too bad you had to be with them before he got a taste.

"What a shame you've had to suffer through that before meeting me, babydoll."

"Why is that?" you ask bravely.

Eddie chuckled darkly... "Because baby, I'm about to ruin you for all men."

That made you gulp. You can't believe you were about to fuck your crush in the middle of the work day. You didn't do stuff like this! you were a good girl, a rule follower.

Before you could think anymore about the consequences, Eddie, he slipped his throbbing cock into your needy pussy.

"Holy fuck!" You screamed, and Eddie's hand clamped back down over your mouth to keep you quiet.

Just when Eddie didn't think you could get any hotter, the curse word you let slip from your mouth made his cock twitch inside of you.

"Fuck me, you stretch me out so good," You whine, and Eddie thinks he will bust a nut right then and there. His perfect little angel had the mouth of a whore.

"Yes, you like that, don't you, you dirty little slut." Eddie jerked his hips up into you. It was sharp and hard and hit that delicious spot inside you each time. “You wanna be my good girl? Or my bad girl?”

“Good- oh fuck- good girl. I want to be your good girl!”

“That shut the fuck up and take it like I know you can”

"oh my god, you're so big." Your eyes rolled back into your head as he became more controlled with his rhythm. His hands gripped your hip, and he wrapped his hand in your hair, yanking your head back like he was riding you.

The view Eddie had was your ass bounced off his cock was making his head spin. He knew you would hand a perfect pussy. It was his now and only his.

"This pussy is mine now, understand? Im going to fill this pussy so good you won't know what to do for days. The only thing you're going to be thinking of is me and my fat cock."

All you could do was moan in response. "Yea you like that you dirty little whore. You like that I own this pussy now…” Eddie slowed down, he rolled his hips slowly into your pussy and he swore he saw the light “You have everyone convinced you're a goodgirl but all you are is a cumslut. Tell me how much you want my cum coating your walls"

"I want it so bad!" you cried.

You've never had a dick like this before. Eddie was right, he's ruined you for all men and he hadn't even made you cum... yet. You had full faith that he was able to do so because you could feel it. The warm fuzzy feeling was bubbling up in your core. Eddie had picked up the pace at your omission, and fuck if he wasn’t hitting your g spot with each delicious stroke of his cock hitting your walls.

"Fuck I'm going to cum!" You scream, all caution thrown to the wind, you'd forgotten where you were. The only thing you could think of was Eddie and his delicious cock.

"Fuck yes, babydoll. Come on this cock." Eddie's hand let go of your hair and wrapped it around your throat, pulling you flush to his body.

"More" You whisper.

"Greedy greedy girl."

"Please" You begged. You needed him to touch you.

"There is my good girl." His hand that had gripped your hip slid down and started playing with your swollen clit and your legs almost gave out.

"Next time, I'm keeping my word, and I'm going to eat this pretty little pussy." Eddie growled.

That did it for you; your inner walls squeezed, and you felt your orgasm rush through you. Eddie trusted in you as your body convulsed around him.

"Fuck you're so fucking tight," Eddie grits through his teeth, and he fights off his impending orgasm. He doesn't want this moment to end, he wants it to last forever. What if this is the last chance he has to feel your pussy wrapped around him?

"Please, Eddie, I want your cum! I want your cum so fucking bad, my pussy needs it."

That did it for Eddie, he let go and his hot seed was being shot into you with a roar.

After minutes of silence and heavy breathing, Eddie bent down and pulled up your panties and stockings for you, trapping his cum with it. You turn slowly, afraid to look him in the eyes, but Eddie doesn't allow it. He brings your cin up, guiding your eyes to look into his.

"Don't shy away from me now, babydoll. You're going to go back down to the lobby and finish the rest of your work day knowing my cum is going to be seeping through your pretty little panties, ok?" He ordered, and you dumbly nodded your head, still fucked out by the amazing dick you just received.

"Good girl" Eddie patted your ass, and you walked to the elevator with wobbly legs. Eddie laughed and held you stand straight before letting go before you reached the first floor.

You returned from your break fifteen minutes later than allotted, but Robin covered for you. You couldn't even look her in the eyes, and she knew you got freaky with the freak of Hawkins.

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justburningdaylight · 2 years

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The Garden Within

Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

Summary: Reader has been in love with her best friend Steve for longer than she’d care to admit. When he requests her help to gain another girl’s attention, she agrees to be his girlfriend. Kind of.

Warnings: angst, like for real a ton of angst especially in the beginning, happy ending though !! my devotion to bruce springsteen popping out multiple times, a fair amount of pining, slight fake dating au, reader being incredibly oblivious, a kiss or two, no spoilers!

Word count: 4.1k

a/n: literally nobody asked for this but it’s one of my favourite things i’ve ever written so i wanted to share it with you! p.s. requests are open, come chat with me besties !!

You weren’t entirely sure when it stopped happening.

When the soft smiles, the ones that started at the delicate curves of his plush lips and trailed up generously to perfectly crease his shimmering golden eyes, had stopped appearing the moment he saw you.

When the gentle brush of his agile fingertips against your skin, lingering just a moment longer than necessary, stopped occurring as often as it used to.

When the euphonious sound of his laughter stopped ringing captivatingly through the air after every bad joke you told.

You weren’t sure when it stopped but you knew why it had.

Nancy.

It was no secret to you that your best friend had feelings for the Wheeler girl. After all, they had dated for months. But that was before.

Before Nancy had fractured Steve’s unassuming heart. Before she began dating Jonathan.

Before you had fallen hopelessly in love with your best friend.

You remember the exact moment you knew it was love. You remember the juncture with the fondest of touches, as though if you thought about it too hard or for too long it would swiftly dissipate from your memory, leaving nothing but empty space in its wake.

‘You- You saved my life! Holy shit Steve what- Are you okay?” Your best friend had just absconded from seemingly out of nowhere in the nick of time. Gently pushing you ahead as the two of you run as fast as your legs will allow, fleeing the mind flayer that was previously conterminous with your face. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” He answers once the two of you are safely hidden behind a corridor, “Jesus (y/n), I thought- I thought-” His eyes are swimming with such a multitude of emotions, Sherlock Holmes himself couldn’t decipher their meaning. “I’m okay,” you state breathlessly, “You made sure I was okay. Steve, I don’t even know how to thank you, I-” He places his hand tenderly on your cheek, calloused thumb running imperceptibly gently along the curvature of your face, “You don’t have to thank me, (y/n), I couldn’t take it if anything ever happened to you.”

You still remember the delicate touch of his svelte fingers on your skin. The impossibly compassionate look in his eye. It was the moment your heart sprouted new growth, the roots blossoming into an ample array of flowering love, vines twisting their way affectionately around the curves and bends of your ribcage.

You didn’t fault Steve for his unwavering affections toward Nancy. How could you? Nancy Wheeler was irreproachable. She was sunshine after a storm; a tepid, radiant reassurance that there is still hope and luminescence after even the most cataclysmic catastrophe.

Unfortunately, that didn’t aid your aching heart.

“Earth to Mars, can you hear me out there?” Steve asks, gently waving his hand in front of your face, an obvious effort to refocus your attention onto him. The irony of this gesture is not lost upon you, considering you can still hear the perpetual echo of his reverberating footsteps as he takes his time exploring the corridors of your mind.

“Sorry, what was that Space Ranger? We’re having some technical difficulties up here.” You reply, willing yourself not to grow weak in the knees after braving a tenuous glimpse into his effervescent caramel eyes.

“I was just asking if you think I should talk to Nance, y’know feel it out a little? Make sure I’m not making this into something it’s not.” You nod absentmindedly from your spot on your bed as he rants, deftly retracing the invisible path he’s carefully constructed while pacing apprehensively on your bedroom carpet.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? I know how you feel about her but you do remember she has a boyfriend right? I’m sure the last thing you’d want to do is make her uncomfortable.” Your judgement is not shrouded by your sentiments, you’re simply warning Steve not to act before he thinks. Even if it stings, you’ll invariably have his best interests at heart.

He sighs, “You’re right. God why are you always right?” He questions, finally ceasing his irritable pacing and collapsing onto his back beside you.

“Well one of us has to be and we’ve already established that it’s not you.” You’re almost sure you hear the mellifluous sound of angels singing in perfect harmony from the gates of heaven at the mere sight of his hallowed smile. “I’ll never forget your morally reprehensible slandering of America’s greatest treasure!”

“For the love of- (y/n)! For the last time, I didn’t slander Bruce Springsteen! All I said was Born in the U.S.A. got a little overplayed! Two years ago! We’ve gotta move past it, alright?”

“Never.” You’re smiling with him now, despite your unwavering devotion to the boss of rock ‘n roll.

“I should forget about it right?” He swiftly returns the conversation back to the subject of his admiration, the divine smile you’re never quite ready to part with has left his face without bidding you farewell. “Get over her for good? Maybe I should just move in with one of those old ladies who loves cats. And if I can’t find one of my own, I’m sure Mrs. Henderson would be more than happy to have me.”

You release a small chuckle at the overdramatic rantings of the boy you so reverently adore.

“Yeah but then you’d have to room with Dustin, and there’s no way you forgot how loudly he snores.”

He scrunches his nose in a captivating display of antipathy. “Right again.” He mumbles, promptly ridding his brain of the thought.

“Why don’t you just bring a date next time we all hang out? If Nance gets jealous then you know you stand a chance.” Your suggestion was marginally unserious to begin with. You know Steve’s going to protest the idea before you even finish saying the words, but you also want to appear unaffected by the constant crushing weight of his affections being aimed anywhere but you.

“Because she’s seen me on dates before (y/n)! She knows I’m not serious about any of those girls. Don’t get me wrong, they’re great but they’re not the one y’know? And she’d have to believe I was really committed to a girl to get jealous of her, right?” Called it.

“I’m not sure how to help then, Steve,” You start, verbalizing your thoughts more to yourself than him at this point. “The only girls you hang out with more than once these days are me and Robin.”

He turns to you, his saccharine eyes widening, syrupy sweet honey pooling out in a delicious display of interpretation. “Oh that’s it! You’re a genius! Seriously.”

Your eyebrows furrow together in a clear exhibit of confusion as you face Steve again, ready to ask him if he’s lost in the complex confines of his own fascinating mind, when his words strip away any thoughts previously circling in your head; the water has spun around the drain one final time and left nothing in its wake.

“Be my girlfriend.”

You’re not sure if you’ve ever been speechless before, truly speechless. On the contrary, you quintessentially found yourself ranting nervously, unable to stop, like the ticking of a clock moving unceasingly.

“W-what?” You manage, silently berating yourself for decidedly taking longer than it should to form a singular word.

“Be my girlfriend,” He repeats gesticulating his graceful hands, “I mean, not for real, obviously-”

“Yeah, obviously.” You murmur as your heart cracks with such a violent force, you’re unsure how your ribcage is still intact, worrying for the garden of tender emotion still residing inside.

“I mean you- you said it right? You’re the girl I spend the most time with, and Nancy, she knows that! If we pretended to be together, there’s no way she wouldn’t be jealous! I mean unless- unless she doesn’t like me back, like at all, in which case I’d just be super-”

It’s a terrible idea. A monumentally disastrous plan. Not because you don’t think it’d work, in fact, if Nancy returned Steve’s empyreal sentiments it would work out exactly as he desires. Which would unequivocally shatter the remnants of your already fragmented heart. This is why you can hardly believe the word that flies from your delicate lips like a particularly determined bird through the serene afternoon skies.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” His movements still, and his resplendent eyes widen in both shock and gratitude, “Really? You’d- You’d actually do that for me?” He questions, painstakingly oblivious to your unwavering devotion.

“Yeah. ‘Course. I’d do anything for you.” You mean this with every molecule in your body, down to the atoms that make them up. And though you’re unambiguously positive this won’t end well for you, you can’t help but marvel in the euphonic melody of his laugh as he pulls you into the solace of his embrace.

“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He mumbles into your shoulder, sturdy grip unwavering as he sings your praises.

Reluctantly you pull away from him, knowing if you’re going to forge a less than truthful relationship together, you’d better fabricate one hell of a believable story.

“So how do we do this exactly? Fake a relationship I mean. Like how did we,” You hesitate, regret tiptoeing its way into your body like a child cautiously creeping through the halls far past their bed-time, “How did we fall in love, o-or whatever?” You wince inaudibly at your own words, suppressing the memory of the day your chest was no longer just a home for your heart, but also a home to the flourishing garden of unrequited love that you harbour for your best friend.

“Hmmm.” Steve ponders for a moment, gathering his slender form off of your bed and resuming his previously abandoned route, pacing back and forth in contemplation once more.

“Oh!” He snaps his nimble fingers together as an indicator of the metaphorical lightbulb going off above his head. “How about this?” He stops maneuvering once more, his undivided attention landing back on you as he explains the story, “I came here after a particularly bad date, complaining about how I’m gonna grow old alone and you, y’know you were all (y/n) about the situation.”

“I was (y/n) about the situation?” You echo the resplendent boy’s statement, equal parts curious and amused.

“Yeah, yeah, y’know? Saying all the right things, making me feel better even when I didn’t think I could.” He smiles a seraphic smile at you, and you know that he means it altogether platonically, but you can’t help the infinitesimal sliver of hope that dances its way along your ribcage and tucks itself neatly away after passing the vines that neighbour the myocardium of your heart. “And, I don’t know, I guess I just- I kissed you? And you kissed back, and then we just, we’re a thing now, I guess? Does that sound okay?” Nothing in your life has ever sounded more okay, but you’re aware of the question’s true meaning.

“Yeah, that- that sounds fine.”

“Alright! Cool, cool.” He nods his head, his impeccably styled anfractuous hair moving along with it. “So we’re probably gonna have to tell Robin too, just to make it believable, right? ‘Cause we can’t tell her it’s fake. She’s like, the worst secret keeper in the world.”

“Yeah, I mean, I hate lying, especially to Robin, I feel like she always knows!” You voice, tossing your head back with a haphazard glance toward the immovable ceiling. How did you get yourself into this? “But there’s no way she’d be able to keep a secret that big. So I guess we’re just gonna be lying to our best friend now. Awesome.” You conclude, your typical quick wit is absent from the conversation and is instead replaced with the serpentine feeling of guilt, you’ve always loathed lying, especially to your friends.

You’re unsure if Robin will buy the narrative the two of you are intending to sell, but there’s one paramount factor that Steve’s unaware of, one that will make your ‘relationship’ appear more legitimate to your shared best friend. Robin knows.

When you ultimately came to the arduous conclusion that your deep-seated affection for Steve wasn’t going anywhere, you desperately required an unloading of your feelings. Since you couldn’t exactly tell the boy himself, Robin seemed like your best bet. So, after her swearing to abide by an oath of secrecy, bound and never to be broken, you told her everything. You’re positive it takes every fibre of her being not to erupt the information onto Steve every day, and you’re eternally grateful that there finally seems to be one secret she can keep.

Robin has been virtually begging you for months to come clean to Steve, adamant that he would return your affections if he were only made aware of them. Naturally, you refuse to entertain the idea of baring unto him your subterranean secret.

“C’mon, hey,” His voice softens and he leans his elevated frame down to where you’re sitting, maintaining eye contact that makes your head feel as though you’re floating, he continues as your mind becomes one with the celestial realm, “I know it seems bad but it’s just for a little while, okay? Just a few weeks. A month tops. Once we figure out how Nancy feels, I’ll let you tell Robin that you dumped me ‘cause I hated Springsteen or something.”

You feel the familiar twitch of a smile upon your lips despite yourself, “Hey! Don’t even joke about that dude! I will straight up dump you, like, right now.”

“Okay, alright, you can pick the reason. Just nothing embarrassing, please.”

“There’s nothing more embarrassing than Springsteen slander, Steve.”

“Are we really doing this? Fake boyfriend and girlfriend? It’s crazy isn’t it?”

“No crazier than any other plan you’ve ever had.”

“What?”

“Just, please, no cheesy pet names, okay? They make my skin crawl.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sugarplum.” He quips, that delectable angelic smile of his returning to his face where you wish it would stay forever.

“Gross, Steve.” You’re smiling now too, falling back onto your mattress as the two of you slip into a comfortable rhythm of acerbic jokes. You don’t see it then, as you fix your jovial eyes to the ceiling once more; You don’t see the look Steve adorns as he takes in the sound of your well-tuned laughter. You don’t see the emotions swirling through his eyes, the tenderness of his gaze.

You don’t see it, but it’s there.

“Should we, like, hold hands now? Before we walk in? Just to make it seem more authentic?” Steve’s anxiety ridden questions sound through the frigid evening air as the two of you approach Joe’s Diner. You’re meeting Robin and Nancy for your monthly group hang, unsolicited nerves linger unyieldingly amidst the air between the two of you, it’s been three weeks since your joint plan had been hatched and this would be your official debut to your friends as a ‘couple’.

“Y-yeah, yeah, okay. Let’s hold hands!” You silently scold yourself for sounding so outwardly thrilled at the prospect of holding hands with your best friend.

Way to be subtle (y/n)!

His left hand tentatively grabs ahold of your right one, gingerly weaving his delicate slender fingers through your own, giving a gentle squeeze of reassurance before loosely swinging your joined hands together as you come to a stop by the entrance of the diner.

“We got this. We do got this, right?”

“Yeah Steve, we got this.”

“Right, no, I know. I just wanted to make sure you were cool with it. There’s still time to back out.”

“Ouch, is it really that embarrassing to be seen with me?” You joke, though subconsciously you’re wondering if he’s having second thoughts because it’s you that’s playing the role of his ‘girlfriend’.

“Woah! No, no, no. I was just making sure you’re comfortable with this. It’s a lot, that’s all.”

“Yeah,” You fabricate a smile, though you’re perceptive enough to know it isn’t reaching your eyes, “I’m cool if you’re cool.”

“Oh I’m cool alright. King of cool. Mayor of Cool-town.”

“Sure sounds like it. All cool people appoint themselves Mayor.” You’re both donning grins as you finally shake away the tension that was previously looming overhead like a nimbostratus cloud before a bout of particularly heavy rainfall.

“Let’s do this, Pudding Pop!”

“Agh, Steve! That’s disgusting.” He’s intentionally outdoing himself with each nauseatingly objectionable nickname. You smile broadly despite your protests, looking up toward the elysian constellations in the sky, each one becoming more pronounced as the evening begins its timely descent into night. His caramel eyes waste no time taking in your smile while you’re distracted. Your smile that, to him, perfectly personifies the warm sacred glow of boundless euphoria. God he loved that smile.

“Okay, enough stalling. Let’s go before Robin lectures us about how important it is to be on time for the ‘sanctity of the group hang’ again.” You announce, pulling your gaze away from a particularly bright cluster of stars.

“Right, yeah.” Steve stammers out, grateful you hadn’t appeared to pick up on his benevolent gaze. “After you, Boo-Bear.” He gestures as he opens the door for you, using the hand that isn’t still occupied with holding your own.

“Ew! Enough! At this rate I’m gonna be too nauseous to eat.”

“C’mon, admit it, they’re growing on you.”

“Like a fungus, Harrington.”

“There they are! Finally!” Robin’s voice rings out gently through the vacant diner. “We were starting to think you guys got lost or some-” Her words die a swift and sudden death on her lips, sapphire eyes widening as she looks back and forth between you, Steve, and your intertwined hands. “What-?”

“Looks like we’ve got a little explaining t’do. So, uh, yeah, (y/n) and I are like a- a thing now.” He punctuates visually by lifting your joint hands before letting them fall back to your sides, still entwined. Okay, so his words weren’t exactly carefully crafted, a perceptible lack of meticulous composure. At least you didn’t have to announce the fictitious relationship to your two friends.

Speaking of your friends, whilst Robin was preoccupied vehemently wrapping her mind around the new information, Nancy was smiling widely at the sudden broadcast of your new relationship. She was smiling?

“Oh my gosh, congratulations! It took you guys long enough, I was starting to wonder if you’d ever get together.” Nancy’s dazzling smile always put you at ease, but you were caught off guard by the sentiment of her amiable words. Were your feelings that obvious?

“Yeah seriously (y/n), I thought you’d never spit it out! And honestly, thank god you did, ‘cause I think the stress of keeping it a secret was giving me a rash.” Robin’s delicate voice sounded again. It seems, for what is first and only time in your elongated friendship, Robin actually believes the lie you two have concocted just below the protective cover of your craniums. Way to go Steve.

“Secret? What secret? Wait, hold on, have you two been keeping secrets behind my back?” Steve’s perplexed voice asks, furrowed eyebrows morphing his expression into an enamouring display of confusion.

“Noth-” You attempt a cover-up, voice quickly drowning in the crashing waves of the ocean’s tide as Robin answers instead, “About her undying love for you. You know I wouldn’t keep a secret from you unless I had to, it’s been giving me hives!” No. No, no, no, no, no. There’s no way that just happened.

“Her-?” Steve’s voice is barely above a whisper now, a mere shadow of its former self. “(y/n).” He’s looking at you, so clearly that your skin feels like its scorching beneath his honeyed gaze, but you can’t find it within yourself to connect your eyes with his own. Truthfully, the only thought undulating in your brain right now, apart from beseeching the earth to swallow you whole where you stand, is to run.

And so you do.

Run may be a slight overemphasis, but you released Steve’s hand, ending the ambrosial experience of lingering intimacy faster than you’d ever wanted, turning hastily on your heel and dashing dejectedly toward the exit. What if he never talks to you again? What if he laughs about it with your friends once you leave? What if-

“(y/n)! Hey! Would you slow down a for second please?” His sensitive voice pleads, convincing you to stop in your tracks. You still can’t brave a glimpse in his direction, all too aware of the uncertainty of the situation.

“Could you- Hey, will you look at me?”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

Sighing out a breath of recognition, you finally turn and your eyes meet his instantly.

“Is it true?”

“Does it matter? Can we just-”

“It matters,” his wondrous eyes are pouring into yours with so much unspoken emotion that you find yourself at a loss for words, an anomaly only Steve Harrington can manifest, “It matters, (y/n).”

“Yes.” You finally muster, swallowing down the lump that formed in your throat at the idea of him addressing your unrequited love.

“You love me? Like- Like you’re in love with me?”

“Yes Steve! I’m in love with you okay! Are there any other ways you’d like me to say it? Maybe I can get Nance to print it as a headline in the newspaper.” You’re walking the fine line between embarrassed and perturbed, obviously he knows how you feel by now, why should you have to keep restating it?

“I’d buy every copy of that newspaper.” He’s wearing a stunning smile now. A smile that’s so bright you have to remind yourself that it’s nighttime, and the sun is no longer beaming down from the sky.

“What?” You’re puzzled. Is he going to start collecting Nancy’s articles or something?

“I’d hang ‘em up all over town too, show off a little.”

“Steve, what are you-”

“I love you too. I’m in love with you too.” He interrupts your confusion with the most astonishingly unexpected declaration you’ve ever heard.

“You’re-? Steve, what?” You respond after you’ve finished basking in the nuance of his words.

“We came here, came up with this whole idea, so you could get back with Nancy, and now you’re telling me you’re in love with me?”

“That’s not- Okay well, yes technically that’s what happened, but it’s also not. D’you know what I mean?”

“Not even a little.”

He sighs, running a hand through the perfectly placed strands of chestnut resting on his head.

“I thought I wanted her, I was pretty sure she was it for me,” You’re biting the inside of your cheek in an overt attempt to distract your racing mind from the words that keep spilling past his opulent lips, “But then you, you had to go and (y/n) up the situation! I haven’t been able to think about anything but you for weeks! It’s driving me crazy!” He takes a few cautious, yet deliberate steps toward you, his voice softening once again as he utters “You’re driving me crazy.”

You swear it's as if time itself has stopped. Your ears aren’t picking up the sounds of car engines passing by, your eyes don’t see another trace of movement on the street, you’re inclined to believe that the speed of light is now zero.

The only thing that pulls you out of this belief is the familiar featherlight touch of his hands on your face, his nimble thumbs retracing the soft skin that covers your malar bones.

“You gonna say anything, Sugarsnap?”

“Steve-” Your lips are forming words of complaint for yet another one of his revolting pet names as a smile fights its way into the mix.

And then it happens.

You’ve spent a myriad of your days wondering how his lips would feel on yours, but none of the thoughts you conjured up in your mind could have prepared you for how truly delectable the feeling was.

His lips were unimaginably soft, forming a perfect rhythm of ebullient bliss as they moved in sanctimonious harmony with your own. The two of you were content to stay just like this for an everlasting eternity.

Reluctantly, you part the shortest of distances to catch your breath.

“That was..” You respire, unsure how to forge your thoughts into words deserving enough to describe the heavenly osculation.

“Yeah, yeah it was.”

“Hey (y/n)?”

“Yeah?” You respond, smile brighter than the moon shining down upon you.

“Be my girlfriend? For real this time?”

“I don’t know,” you draw out teasingly, “Do you take back that stuff you said about Springsteen?”

“(y/n)!”

“Yes, Steve. Nothing would make me happier.” You declare, pulling him in for another lingering kiss.

Steve smiles at you brilliantly, and you feel the familiar tug of another flower blooming splendidly in your ribcage, vines gently twisting their way through your chest, curving languidly alongside the ventricles of your heart.

You’re now and forevermore devoted to the preservation of your internal garden.

#stranger things #steve harrington x reader

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New Years Eve

Steve Harrington X Fem Reader

Summary: Steve throws a New Years Eve party in hopes to win Nancy back, when she shows up with Jonathan and your best friend Eddie show’s up to the same party with his new girlfriend Chrissy you need Steve just as bad as he needs you.

Warnings: word count 3K. Angst, Comfort, Smut, fluff. We got it all here folks. Minors DNI.

Author’s Note: This is my first Steve Fan fic, I was nervous to write this but the idea came into my head and I couldn’t get it out. Comments, feedback, Likes, and reblogs are all appreciated!

Tag list: @emotionaldreamer

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All I do is cry and complain because second’s not the same.

It was the way Eddie looked at her like she put the stars in the sky that really killed you. You kept telling yourself to stop staring at them, but the masochist in you kept yourself pressed against the wall in Steve Harrington’s living room. Red solo cup in hand filled whatever concoction that was thrown together in the large punch bowl, watching your best friend fall in love with someone that wasn’t you from across the party.

“One hour till Midnight!”

Rolling your eyes you throw back the rest of your drink, the warmth of the liquor coating your stomach. When you see Eddie start playing with Chrissy’s perfect pony tail while he’s got her caged between himself and table you decide you’ve finally had enough. Pushing yourself off the wall that had been your home for most of the night you shove through the sea of dancing drunks, the bass of the loud music vibrating under your feet. You don’t even understand why Steve throws these parties, every time you would find him at one he never seemed like he was ever having any fun. This one though, this one you knew he threw in hopes Nancy would come. Ever since Jonathan moved to California his determination to get her back has been at an all time high. But when Nancy shows up tucked under Jonathan’s arm excitedly telling every one the story about how he surprised her, Steve disappears. Unlike you he didn’t like to torture himself. At least not to the degree you were willing to go.

The kitchen is empty when you walk in, letting out a relived sigh not having to engage in small talk with anyone. You make your way to the crystal punch bowl in the middle of the kitchen island, stepping on cups, streamers, and party hats on the way.

“Slobs” you mutter under your breath.

You’ll help Steve clean up tomorrow, misery loves company right? At the rate you were drinking you weren’t making it home tonight. Even after a night of pathetic pining you weren’t going to subject yourself to a car ride home with the two of them.

“It’s still not midnight yet?” The sound of Steve’s voice makes your blue eyes snap up from the red liquid you were pouring in your cup. He looks like someone kicked his dog. You can’t help but want to reach out and hug him because you know exactly how it feels, and something tells you that you probably look the same.

“I’m afraid not.” You hum with an equally sullen tone taking a big gulp from your cup.

Steve’s eyes go soft on you taking in your slightly wobbly frame, filling up your red solo cup for probably the sixth time that night. Steve knows how you feel about Eddie, you two had actually become closer in your similar predicaments. It just felt good to be with someone who understood how much it hurt all the time. On nights where neither one of you could stand being alone, you’d keep him company in his giant empty house, with his parents never anywhere to be found It had become a comfort to both of you. So much of a comfort that your weekly hangs outs had become almost nightly. You’d spend your evenings watching whatever movies Robin sent him home with, talking till the sun would slowly peak through his blinds. Sometimes you two wouldn’t even talk at all, wrapped up in each other’s arms you’d do your best to will the loneliness away.

“Wanna get out of here?”

Steve doesn’t even have to ask you twice.

No one notices when the two of you sneak off to the basement together, hand in hand. You can’t help yourself when you take one last look in the direction of Eddie, breaking your own heart into oblivion when you see his lips pressed firmly against hers, fingers still wrapped in that damn pony.

Squeezing Steve’s hand tighter you follow him down the stairs vowing to yourself to never look back.

Steve flicks on the light revealing the one part of the house he’s kept off limits from the rest of the party. It’s your special place.

The sliding glass door that leads to his back yard gives you the perfect view of the crisp cool winter night. The trees look frozen in the cold. There’s a small bar nestled in the corner opposite of the worn leather couch that you had grown to be your favorite place to sleep. His Dad’s expensive crystal glasses twinkle in the moonlight, A half drank glass of already poured bourbon sits on the wood of the coffee table. The TV was on but muted, some New Year’s Eve count down show playing silently. So this is where Steve had been hiding. There’s a small part of you thats mad he left you up there alone to fend for yourself, but a new feeling rises up in you one that you weren’t expecting when you realize tonight was never about you. Jealousy.

“Wanna glass? It’s better then whatever that punch is that you’ve been pounding all night.” He’s smirking slightly reaching over to grab the solo cup from your hands, his finger tips brush against the top of yours and you think it’s the alcohol that makes his light touch go straight to your core. You couldn’t actually like Steve could you? You were in love with Eddie and he was in love with Nancy. You two didn’t make sense. His hazel eyes stare intently into yours almost as if mirroring your thoughts pouring the expensive liquor into an even more expensive glass. You run your fingers along the top of the couch nervously before taking your usual spot next to his empty one.

“Thanks for finally saving me Harrington, only took you less then an hour till midnight to do it.” you can’t help but give him a hard time, hoping your usual banter will ease the new tension you can feel stifling the air.

“Yeah, look I’m sorry about that I just needed to be alone for a minute. This whole night kinda blew up in my face if you hadn’t noticed.” There’s a light clink of the matching bottle closing before he makes his way over to you, Steve’s fingers are gripping around the rim of the glass when he’s hands it to you, your eyes becoming eye level with the crotch of his jeans. How had you never noticed how well they fit before? The sight makes you swallow thickly shaking your head, a creeping guilt for thinking of someone other then Eddie like that.

When you meet his apologetic eyes you can see they are slightly bloodshot. Steve had been crying and it almost makes you want to burst into tears yourself.

Taking the drink from him you quickly reach out with your free hand grabbing tightly onto his before he can pull it away. Steve doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t try to move, his eyes locked onto yours the two of you stay in a comfortable silence. The bass and muffled chatter from the party upstairs drown out the sound of the quickened beats of your hearts.

“It’s okay Steve.” It’s simple when it leaves your mouth in just above a whisper afraid your voice might crack “We’re gonna be okay.” You decide in this moment comforting Steve is going to be the only way to make you feel better too.

You rub soft circles with your thumb on the top of his hand there’s something unrecognizable dancing behind his eyes when they darken, the intensity of it making you shift deeper into the cushions of the couch tugging at him as you go.

For the first time all night you see Steve smile, this one just reaching his eyes but you’ll take it. Grabbing his own drink off the table Steve only lets go of your hand to get situated in his usual spot next to you. The short sleeves of his dark blue polo accentuate the muscles in his arm as it lifts to wrap around you, tucking you tightly into his side. His fingers tangle themselves into your hair scratching lightly at your scalp, a position you two have found yourselves in before. Something felt different about this time, the lazy strokes of his fingers make your eyes roll in the back of your head the smell of his cologne swirling around you invading your senses makes you dizzy.

“At least we have each other tonight.” He whispers his lips ghosting over your hair line all you can do is nod into his chest, lost in the feeling of his touch. You wished you weren’t holding this damn glass of bourbon you didn’t even want, the strong urge to wrap your arms around him greedy to get him closer.

“We got 15 minutes left of this god awful night.” Your eyes snap open to see the countdown on the TV screen, the seconds slowly clicking down. The thought of Eddie pulling Chrissy in for a kiss instead of the sloppy cheek kisses you’d grown accustomed to every year at midnight made you want to slam the expensive liquor down your throat, and that’s exactly what you did. Pulling roughly away from Steve you down your drink, it’s surprisingly smooth as it slides down your throat. Warmth tingling through your whole body as you slam the glass down on the coffee table burying your face in your hands.

“hey, hey! Holy shit that was a sipper y/n” It takes Steve a minute to process your sudden outburst when his eyes go back to the TV he sees a couple kissing giddily confetti falling around them. Setting his glass down he scoots closer to you, your thighs press together as his hand starts rubbing softly up an down your back with gentle pressure. It was Steve’s turn to comfort you.

“He’s an idiot, I should know he’s my friend too.” Steve tries when you don’t lift your head up he bites his lip desperately wanting you back. “It’s never gonna want to work with him and Chrissy, not in the long run.”

That makes you snap you head up at him, the rage and hurt in your eyes has him drowning.

“I don’t want to be anyone’s second choice Steve, someone’s after thought. Like ‘Oh, I guess y/n’s always been there lets give that a try.’ “

With your faces inches from each other Steve is finally noticing just how beautiful you are. Steve had always thought you were attractive but with you both so wrapped up in other people he never noticed just how much you took his breath away. The way the moonlight from the window is hitting the shine in your hair makes it look like there’s a halo on top of your head.

“What if someone didn’t know you were a choice.”

Your eyes widen at the double meaning in Steve’s words, his hazel eyes hold a nervous glint in them as they dart back and fourth from your lips.

“Steve” his name falls from your lips in a whisper, you don’t pull away too afraid to say anything but not wanting him to stop either. His hand travels from your back to the nape of your neck, his fingers wrap around the curve pulling you towards him. Your eyes are locked on each other, silently trying to communicate how much you both need this right now.

His lips brush against yours for the first time and it makes you suck a breath in, your body already reacting to him. His other hand comes up finger tips dancing across your cheek, before they tangle themselves into your hair pulling you in finally closing the gap.

You weren’t expecting to like kissing Steve so much, but when his tongue runs along your bottom lip all you want is more. When you finally push the unnecessary guilt away and lose yourself in him you can’t help but finally shove both hands in his infamous hair pulling yourself closer, and it’s just as soft as you thought it would be.

Steve grunts lightly when you give his hair a gentle tug, your tongues dancing for dominance in each other’s mouth, his fingers leave their place from your neck to dig into the soft flesh of your hips the thin material of your dress riding up as he pulls you on his lap, the bulge hidden underneath his denim hits your clit at just the right angle when your knees rest on either side of his thighs, the moan that leaves your mouth is almost pornographic. With just the fabric of your underwear as a barrier you know exactly why his pants fit him so well now, and you can feel Steve’s lips turn up into a cocky smirk against yours.

His mouth leaves yours to leave wet sloppy kisses down your neck, licking and sucking at the special spot in the dip that you never told anyone about. Rocking your hips against his you can feel the pressure of your orgasm starting to build at the delicious friction of his denim. Your hands still buried in his hair you pull him even closer needing more. Steve was making you needy.

“Tell me what you want.” he breaks away nipping the spot he as just sucking on, his hands keeping a firm grip on your hips, rocking you at a slow pace against him. When he looks up at you, you’ve only seen his eyes look like that when they were directed at Nancy. But Steve was looking at you like that tonight.

“I want you.” You hold his gaze when you say it, you want him to know that you’re sure. You’re sure of him.

Leaving his place from your neck he captures your lips again, your words giving him all the confidence he needs. They move against you more sure and deliberate then before, slower. When your tongues meet each other again they move lazily against each other, your hips still grinding at his slow pace you know you’re leaving a mark on his jeans.

“Need you Steve.” You can’t wait anymore reaching down between you two popping the button of his jeans, helping you he shimmy’s his pants down just enough for his erection to pop out of its painful confines. He was even bigger then you had pictured, with a slight curve you could see the large vein popping out of the side. All the rumors you heard in school were true.

Biting your lip you reach out wrapping your hands around him his hips jutting up to meet your grip.

“Fuck- you got me so hard baby.” Hearing how worked up you had Steve made your strokes more deliberate loving how good you were making him feel, you could feel yourself becoming addicted to it. “Need to be inside you before midnight.”

Almost forgetting there was an entire New Years Eve Party going on upstairs you turn around to look at the TV to see 3 minutes. 3 minutes until everything changes.

Lifting yourself up on your knees you push your soaked panties to the side, lining him up at your entrance. His tip hits your barrier and it makes him throw his head back against the couch, his fingers leaving bruises on your hips.

“So fucking wet - jesus.”

Working slowly at his length you push yourself down on him, your walls sucking him in tightly and it makes you feel full when you are completely sat on his lap. Your hands shoot out grabbing onto his shoulders needing him to feel grounded.

“You’re so big baby, fuck you feel so good Steve.” Your voice comes out in a whine as you slowly start to rock yourself against him, the curve of his dick hitting your sweet spot with every jut of your hips.

“God, it’s like your swallowing me alive sweetheart. I’m not gonna last long” he makes quick work of the straps of your dress pulling it down to reveal the blue lace of your bra, taking two handfuls his eyes watch as your tits move up and down with each bounce. The moon light hitting you perfectly for the second time tonight, Steve thinks you look absolutely gorgeous riding his dick. You’ve been here this whole time.

“10”

The chant of the party upstairs has both of you becoming desperate to find your release, Steve’s hips starting to meet yours with every thrust. The new intensity has you teetering over the edge, and you can feel your eyes start to close as the tension builds.

“9”

Steve’s movements become more sporadic as his own orgasm threatens to burst, and he wants your lips again. He needs your lips again, grabbing your chin he roughly pulls you to him. You kiss like your trying to devour each other both of you needing more even this close and you can feel your walls start to flutter around him.

“8”

“I’m so close Steve, I’m gonna cum.” Your lips break away from his as you focus your attention on finding your high, rolling your hips trying to take him even deeper. His hands rest on your thighs giving you an encouraging squeeze sitting back slightly watching you take what you want from him. “Look at me when you cum, you’re so beautiful like this.”

“7”

Steve’s words are enough to send you flying over the edge, your eyes never leave his when your orgasm washes over you, nails digging into his shoulders, back arched, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“6”

“Jesus- that was so fucking hot, you’re gonna make me cum baby.” Steve’s grip on your hips gets even tighter as he starts chasing his own release, his hips pushing up into you in a desperate rhythm. He’s close.

“5”

When you finally calm down enough to get a good look at Steve, his hair is everywhere but somehow looks like it’s exactly where it’s suppose to be, bouncing with each thrust of his hips. His eyes look blown out, completely taken over by lust and they swallow you whole. His bottom lip is tugged between his teeth and all you can think about is how much you can’t wait to kiss him again.

“4”

You hands leave their place from Steve’s shoulders to cup his cheeks holding his face as his thrusts become short and quick you kiss the tip of his nose and his cheeks before you hover above his lips “Let go for me baby, you did so good.”

“3”

When Steve cums he thinks he might cry, your words mixed with the way your walls continued to close around him the entire time milking him for everything he was worth, he doesn’t think he’s ever cum this hard in his life. Perched on his lap, your hair mussed up from his fingers, your lips swollen from his lips, Steve wishes he could take a picture.

“2”

Both your hands find their way back into his hair, knowing him you better be careful with that not wanting him to think you’re obsessed but you can’t resist. You can feel him starting to soften inside you, the remains of you two slowly leaking out as you pull yourself closer to him.

“What do you want for the new year Harrington?”

“1 - HAPPY NEW YEAR”

Steve doesn’t answer you, crashing his lips into yours he does his best to try and show you just how special this night was, how special all your nights have been. He’d just been a fool to not see what was in front of him and if Eddie wasn’t going to show you how special you were he was going to his damnedest to try to.

PART TWO RIGHT HERE BB’S

#steve harrington smut #steve x reader #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #steve stranger things #steve harrington fanfic

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poguesofthebau · 2 years

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dating steve would include...

pairing: steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader

-hating steve (more specifically, "king steve") in high school

-only calling him “hair” when he first wound up coming with you and dustin on your mission to re-capture dart

•steve physically cringing every time he heard you say it

•him being lowkey scared to correct you so he asks dustin why you hate him so much

•dustin brushing it off and continuing his rant about dart (“i don’t know, maybe because you’re famously a douchebag jock? that’s not the concern right now, steve. we let a dragon loose in hawkins!”)

-seeing him risk his life to protect your little brother and his friends made you realize oh shit, this is not the steve harrington i knew before, which quickly spirals into you falling in love with this new steve

-pining for/flirting with/lingering around each other for a while before you finally get drugged by russians together and confess your feelings

-when you officially start dating, dustin tells steve: “you’re welcome! if i hadn’t introduced you to my sister, you would’ve never gotten a girlfriend”

-an immediate friendship with robin which steve couldn't help but be a little jealous of

-being equally horrified at dustin’s “kissing is better without teeth” comment

-so much free ice cream until the mall loses its life to the flayer

-the occasional smoke session bc “it’s just marijuana, dad”

-gossiping about the kids' love lives

-the two of you giving robin advice on the girl she’s crushing on

-dustin forcing himself between you two on the couch whenever he sensed steve getting a little too close to you during movie night

-developing an unexpectedly amicable bond with nancy, who realized how much better of a person you'd helped steve become

-easing each other out of nightmares about vecna and the mind flayer and all the other horrors you've witnessed in hawkins

-the nicknames of “mom and dad” were assigned quickly and never seemed to go away

-"babe, be honest. does my hair look okay?"

-steve mentioning your brother at the most random times

•"dustin would love this shit" in the middle of a movie

•"do you think dustin's still awake?" as he's dropping you off at home, immediately after kissing you

•"hi, sweetheart. i love you, but i'm actually calling to talk to dustin" when you pick up the phone

•"should we invite the little guy or-?" when you're literally planning a date

-snagging his old letterman jacket for the hawkins high basketball games the kids dragged you along to in support of lucas

-mini golfing dates

-movie night dates, which the kids often crash

-drive-in theatre dates (to make up for the lack of privacy during movie night at home)

-one arcade date, but you agreed to never do that again when you ran into dustin and the boys and ended up having to drive half of them home

-steve trying to fistfight anyone who hit on you

-max asking you if steve was a good kisser ("um... who's asking?" "it's girl talk, y/n, get with it!")

-giving max and el relationship advice (you try to be helpful, steve tells the girls to “do themselves a favor and wait until they’re 25 to date”)

-you and steve smoking a 'welcome home' joint with jonathan and argyle when he finally got back to hawkins

-lots of surprise visits

•you popping into family video during his shifts

•him knocking on your front door on random afternoons/evenings

•showing up uninvited to family dinner with his parents to save him from their scrutiny

-every once in a while, there’s one peaceful night that you get to spend snuggled up together, alone in steve’s house for the night

-dustin calling steve's house phone any time he wasn't sure where you were ("steve. did you take my sister again?")

-steve spending holidays with your family because his parents don't appreciate him half as much as they should but your mom adores him

-pet names!!!

•princess

•honey

•babe

•"pretty henderson" when dustin is there ("hey, i'm pretty too, steve!")

-his main priority is always keeping you safe

-getting into fights because he needs to protect you but you keep doing crazy shit because you need to protect dustin

-dustin slamming the door in steve's face on your behalf when he shows up to your house after a fight ("thanks, dustin, but i am going to talk to him." "what? i thought we were mad at him!")

-a picture of you in his wallet

-him making you a spiked bat to keep in your car or house or wherever, “just in case you need it and i’m not around”

-pulling all nighters together when one of you had been having a string of nightmares

-always having emergency rendezvous plans for if plan A if ever goes wrong

-going on your first road trip together to celebrate your high school graduation the year after steve's

•plenty of backseat sex

•stopping at all the silly, pointless tourist attractions

•steve insists on taking a polaroid everywhere you go because "some day we can show our kids all the pictures we take!"

•calling dustin from a payphone to update him on how things are going and all he tells you about is how bored he was without you and steve

•getting each of the kids a souvenir from a different one of your stops

-dustin telling steve he should take the henderson name when you two tie the knot

part two

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saikokirakira · 11 months

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Part 1 of 2: Pagtingin (Feelings) [Steve Harrington x Reader]

a/n: let's pretend this hasn't been sitting in my completed list since ferbruary. it was initially a 3-parter, but i decided the 3rd one to be part of the sequel. guess who's the dumdum who doesn't have a title for it? i'm using the Ben&Ben song I listened to while writing this chapter. it was either this or "baka sakali (Maybe, just in case)". it also annoyed me because "pagtingin" means "look; gaze" but in its context it means "(hidden) feelings," so it's neither wrong or right. language, ammarite?

summary: based on this blurb on a hanahaki au/flayed!reader

word count: 2.1k (brace yourself because the next chapter is almost 5 times long. yep. you heard me.)

warning: steve is an oblivious himbo; unrequited feelings / pining; minor violence; implied underage drinking (it's season 2, ykyk?); stranger things season 2 canon

You had a crush on Steve “The Hair” Harrington. Then again, who didn’t have a crush on King Steve?

Growing up with Steve, albeit shy of two years from the senior, had you following him around like a puppy. You watched him jump from one girl to the next before he surprisingly settled with Nancy Wheeler last year. “She’s different,” he had said before asking you for help on how to woo her.

Stop flirting with other girls around her. Actually listen to her and try to be interested in what she says. Get to know her instead of treating her like another girl. Surprisingly, he listened to your advice – everything you wished he would do for you – and got the girl.

Steve always got the girl.

However, something strange happened when Nancy’s best friend, Barbara, went missing, not much later since Will Byers as well. With your overprotective parents dropping a curfew on you, you barely hung out with Steve anymore. You knew nothing good will happen when you left him too long with Tommy and Carol, and you were right.

Much to your surprise again, Steve and Nancy lasted until his senior year. You couldn’t argue that being with her made Steve want to better himself. You even got to know Nancy for a bit, and for someone quite reserved, you actually liked her.

“Haven’t you ever considered dating?” she had asked you once.

You hummed for a bit, pondering on your answer. “Steve knows most of the nitty gritty on the guys on Hawkins High,” you explained. “He scares the bad ones away, and the ones that are decent are too intimidated with him being my friend since forever.”

“You never thought of dating Steve?”

You laughed lightly. You had a crush on Steve, but you didn’t like him enough to act out on it. “What an odd question from his own girlfriend,” you pointed out, and interestingly enough, it made her uncomfortable. You guessed a lot of Steve’s exes were also pretty intimidated by your friendship with Steve.

“Nope,” you lied smoothly. “Steve never asked me, and we never had the conversation on crossing that line in our friendship.” Still, the pinched look on Nancy’s face remained, and you began to wonder if it was more than just jealousy… or if she was hiding something else.

That inkling you had took form in Jonathan Byers half-carrying a wasted Nancy during a Halloween party. You asked around for Steve only to find out that he also ditched you. You aggressively poured yourself a glass of spiked punch before catching yourself, pouring the contents back in the bowl.

“Smart move.”

You didn’t need Steve to tell you that Billy Hargrove was bad news.

“Harrington ditched you, pretty girl?”

“What do you think?” you shot back. You walked out of the kitchen to find a house phone, only to find a couple making out right against it. “Seriously?”

Billy snickered right next to you.

“You’re still here,” you sighed in exasperation to show your annoyance. “Why?” You narrowed your eyes at the blonde.

“Oh, please, no need to be short with me, pretty girl,” Billy said, flashing you what he probably thought was his charming smile. “Harrington isn’t here for you to be his loyal lapdog.”

“What are you talking about?”

Billy stepped closer to you, and you were overwhelmed by the smell of beer and cigarettes from his person. “From what I saw earlier, Wheeler and Harrington seem to be over,” he whispered in your ear, “so you might actually have a chance this time.”

Rage quickly filled your veins, and you shoved his bare chest, pushing him away from you. Your reaction only amused Billy further. “You don’t know anything about me,” you spat out.

“As a matter of fact, I know everything just by looking at you,” Billy retorted, giving you a once-over. “I don’t often help out girls like you, but you’re just pitiful. Pathetic even.” He continued, “Guys like Steve don’t stay single for long. Takes one to know one, pretty girl. Best make your move soon.”

You hated how you knew Billy was right. Nancy clearly had feelings for Jonathan, and it wouldn’t be long before Steve would be looking for a rebound. Maybe if… maybe if he could see how you and him worked so well over the years, Steve might also see you as someone worth long-term. Even longer than Nancy.

For the next two days, you muddled over how you would tell Steve how you really feel. You settled for simplicity. Just give it to him honest and straightforward. With a motivated resolution, you drove to his house and caught Steve just in time as he was leaving his house.

“Oh, perfect timing,” Steve smiled, pulling his keys out. “Come with me. I need your help picking out something. I’m driving.”

Ten minutes later, you and the florist locked eyes, seeming to have an understanding with each other, while Steve fawned over the bouquet that you chose for Nancy.

There’s just something fucked up over choosing a bouquet you want for your crush to give as a reconciliation gift for his ex.

Mysteriously enough, Nancy wasn’t at her house, but Dustin Henderson, a friend of her younger brother’s, was. You observed how the boy dragged Steve over to the car, where you were waiting, and talked about “a baseball bat with nails.” Steve succumbed to Dustin’s demands and opened the trunk of his car.

“Why the hell do you have a baseball bat mace, Harrington?”

Dustin directed his attention to you. “Are you good with pets?” he asked randomly.

“I used to have a cat and a dog?”

“Perfect. You can come with us.”

For the next three hours, you and Steve followed the boy in his storm cellar, finding a tunnel dug by an animal too big to be a dog. Dustin explained to you about a monster he cared for as a baby, until it ate his cat. Now, he made plans that you and Steve would come back the next day to find it before it was fully grown.

By that point, you simply indulged Dustin and his games. It was all just bad unskippable side quests on your way to confess to Steve. … right?

When morning came, Steve picked you up, telling you that Dustin called him to buy meat to bait his rogue monster pet. Again, you indulged them and came along. If Steve was losing his sanity over his breakup, so were you by still trying to confess in these conditions.

“Why are you still friends with me?” Steve asked all of a sudden, his eyes were focused on the road to the way to Dustin’s house. “I’m no longer popular. My girlfriend broke up with me. I’m currently hanging out with my ex’s brother’s friend finding a cat-eating monster.”

Tell him. It’s the right time. But what if it’s not? Of course, it is. What if he’ll think I’m only taking advantage of his situation? What if he’ll think I’m only friends with him for that reason?

“Don’t be full of yourself, Steve,” you snorted, picking at your chipped nail polish. “I’ve known you since you were a loser. It isn’t so different now.”

“You’re such an ass.”

Your heart mellowed at the sight of Steve’s soft smile. Maybe I don’t have to tell him. These quiet genuine moments didn’t have to change. You loved it as it was.

“You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who... who you just met?”

“You have to admit, Steve, that’s pretty metal,” you commented, bumping Steve’s shoulder.

“What does that even mean?” Steve asked while still tossing pieces of chopped meat along the abandoned train tracks.

“It means it’s an awesome gesture,” you said, patting Dustin on the back. The boy smiled at you, preening from your support. From the past hour, you held a soft spot for Dustin who lacked in confidence but still put himself out there for a crush.

He’s younger but definitely had more guts than you.

“I just feel like you’re trying too hard,” Steve admitted.

“Hey,” you elbowed your friend in the side in warning.

“Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?” Dustin said quite glumly.

“The key with girls is just…” Steve trailed off, while you cut in, “Oh, I’d love to hear this.” He continued, “… just acting like you don’t care.”

And you burst laughing. You laughed for a good minute with tears leaking from the corner of your eyes. “Oh, for goodness’ sakes,” you said, “stop giving the boy bad relationship advice, Steven.”

“Are you telling me you never chased after a boy who didn’t show that much interest?” Steve asked, but just as he shot the question, he immediately followed with, “Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

“I wanna know,” Dustin piped in.

“Just one boy,” you whispered in the boy’s ear but still loud enough for Steve to hear. “It doesn’t matter because he doesn’t like me that way.” Before anyone could catch your hidden meaning, you added, “Besides, I only go for guys who genuinely adore me.”

“As they should!” Steve exclaimed, pointing a finger at you. “Remember what I told you: Never take less than what you deserve.”

“As I was saying,” you emphasized, pointedly looking at Steve for interrupting, then crouching to meet Dustin’s eyes, “just be true with your feelings and yourself, and the right girl will come around for you.”

“I mean, that works too,” Steve mumbled. “Some girls are just special.”

“Like Nancy?”

… and that was your cue to walk ahead of them. You should’ve known that a wholesome moment wouldn’t last. Unfortunately, it would only go downhill from there.

In the next few hours, you were being chased by reptilian dogs, rendezvoused with Chief Hopper and the Byers, and met a punk kid who had mind powers. If you weren’t constantly fighting to stay alive, you would’ve demanded context from Steve. And now, you were in a tunnel under a pumpkin patch farm that led to an evil alternate dimension.

Some side quest for romance.

Steve led the group while with you last in case something snuck from behind. You were all careful not to breathe too hard, and you made sure to avoid touching anything on the walls, keeping eye on the kids as well. Doing so proved more difficult the further you went down the tunnel looking for what Mike called “the hub.” The vines and plant bulbs for some reason looked aware of your presence in the tunnels. In fact…

“Dustin, watch out!”

You shoved him to the side only to be sprayed with spores from the flower bulbs. Coughs and wheezes broke uncontrollably from your mouth as you tried to expel what seeped through your kerchief mask. You just hoped that you managed to get most out when you did.

After the little mishap with the flower, your group – much more carefully this time – finally succeeded in setting fire to the tunnels. You ignored the burning in your lungs when it did, especially when you ran back for Mike who got caught by one of the vines as its last resort. Running on instinct, you snatched Steve’s bat and rushed over to the boy.

“Grab him!” you barked at anyone. You stomped the offending vine with the heel of your boot and swung over and over. You screamed and cried out, not knowing whether it was out of aggression or from the burning in your lungs, until Mike was freed and the rest of the vines retreated back to God knows where.

Steve stared at you in awe and slowly approached you, retrieving back his bat but keeping his other hand locked with yours. “That was awesome,” he chuckled, squeezing your entwined fingers.

Unfortunately, the moment didn’t last because a pack of demodogs came barrelling down the tunnels in pursuit of us. Interestingly enough, one of them still managed to listen to Dustin – D’Art. So, he was real... Their reunion and goodbye were enough time to escape to the opening of the tunnel.

Steve climbed out into the farm first, and you began hoisting them up, saving yourself last. You barely managed to get Dustin out, who was putting up a fight to see D’Art until his last moments. Then the strangest thing happened…

The demodogs just stared at you.

It remained that way until they dropped dead, signalling the gate finally being shut.

You were frozen and was only pulled out of your stupor when Steve hoisted you out himself.

The way those monsters clicked and growled at you felt familiar. As if they knew you. Yet you didn’t have to worry about it anymore.

It was over.

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things fanfic #hanahaki au #flayed au #flayed!reader #hanahaki!reader #stranger things angst #steve harrington fanfic

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saintmuses · 4 months

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❝𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬-𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣❞

Pairing:

Neil Lewis x Bestfriend!Reader

Summary:

Neil and his best friend were having a movie marathon at Gumshoe video rental store on a Saturday night, and that also included her favorite bottle of wine.

Warning(s): SMUT. Best friends to lovers. Pining!Neil. Dry-humping and I mean grinding. Public space. Reader is tipsy, but it’s consensual. Minors, dni!

Word Count: 694

Neil grunted in surprise when she tripped over her own feet and landed on top of his thighs. “Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked, concern etched in his tone as he reached around her waist to steady her.

She giggled; he could feel his face softening at the sound she made as she turned around forcing her back into his chest. “I’m fine.”

The smell of her hair wafted into his nostrils, flaring in response to the sweet aroma that embodied her.

The woman he adored. The only person he’d ever truly fell for since the moment he met her at the small dingy ass restaurant that Jonathan invited him to come. She was introduced to him as Jonathan’s girlfriend of the month’s sister, and they became inseparable ever since.

She shifted her hips indicating that she planned on standing up removing herself from her position on top of his thighs, but somehow it drove the apex of her thighs onto his bulge, accidentally rubbing her covered pussy against it.

He stifled a gasp, “Y/N.” His voice deepened with arousal.

“I’m so sorry,” she muttered nervously, trying to remove herself from his lap.

He gritted his teeth, battling the urge to touch her. “Stop” he said with a warning tone, trying to diffuse the sexual tension that was building up.

She wouldn’t listen, “I’m trying to get up.” Her tone held a hint of frustration, making him growl slightly before taking control of the situation.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, and his hand ended up on her inner thigh, pulling it to the side as he dragged her backwards towards him, pressing his chest against her back as he shoved his burgeoning erection into the junction of her thighs. She gasped, her fingers finding his kneecaps, clenching her fingernails into his thin skin.

“This is why I want you to stop,” he said gruffly, fingers tightening on her flesh.

Silence was deafening other than their heavy breaths. Film posters were littered everywhere on the walls, and the television was still operating except it had finally arrived at the closing credits of the first film of Back to the Future trilogy.

She pushed back into him, “what if I don’t want you to stop?” She questioned him in a whisper.

“You’re drunk, baby.” He chuckled hoarsely as the pet-name slipped from his tongue, rubbing the pad of his thumb across the exposed skin of her taut stomach. “You don’t want this.” He told her while trying to tell himself that.

Guys like him don’t get their dream girls like her.

It didn’t stop him from feeling the hope arising in his chest.

He pulled her hips back which belied his words, while lifting his hips slightly so he could slide her back and forth along the length of his cock. Her breath quickened when he varied the sliding motion with an upward grind of his hips.

He lifted his hips while holding her hips down slightly as he began to grind his cock into her.

When it wasn’t enough, he placed a land on her upper back between her shoulders, pushing her forward to hold her in a position that had her whine loudly and him groaning. His hand then slid from her upper back to her lower back. Bent at the waist with her hips never leaving contact with his, he bit down a curse as the curve of his cock nudged her clit easily.

She was only wearing graphic tee and leggings which was thin enough to be able to feel the heat through his tracksuit pants and underwear.

He heard her whimpering as his cock roughly dragged back and forth against her fabric covered pussy.

“Neil,” she whined, a keen noise erupted from her throat as she grounded her hips. Her fingertips dug into the skin of his knees.

“You like that, baby?” He asked huskily, his breathing becoming ragged as he grounded his cock into her clit as much as he could with their clothes dividing them.

“Ye-“ she broke as the stirrings of an orgasm began to rise. “Yes.” She whined loudly into the emptiness of the store.

#neil lewis #neil lewis x reader #neil lewis x you #watching the detectives #neil lewis smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy #neil lewis x y/n #neil lewis imagine

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bettysupremacy · 2 years

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I gotchu bb.

Can we get a Robin x Byers!Reader (I love this dynamic) where reader is real withdrawn, but has been secretly pining for Robin, and maybe they get paired up for a project? (Another trope I love)

Thanks! Love your writing so much!

Robin Buckley x Fem! Byers! Reader

Warnings: angst, HAPPY ENDING (I’m incapable of sad ones), fluff, food is mentioned. Tell me if there’s more.

thx for the request and thx Lynn for helping me at 2:40 in the morning<3 @simpingrat

3.4K words

Robin missed her best friend. She missed the sleepovers and movie nights. She missed sneaking free ice cream to her, behind Steve’s back. She missed the popsicles that Joyce would make, every summer, out of orange juice and lemonade. She missed summer 8, when all they did was ride their bikes and swim. She missed the way Y/N would only let Robin stick colorful bandaids on her knee when she fell off her bike. She missed it all.

It wasn’t that she was physically gone, Y/N was sitting three feet In front of her, behind a crooked desk. It was gut wrenching missing someone who never left. Missing someone who was there for all your memories.

Robin tried to excuse Y/N slowly withdrawing from her. Her whole family had just moved across the country without her, including her twin brother. She didn’t want to start senior year at a completely different school. Jonathan didn’t mind, but she did.

She tried to excuse it with the fact that the closest father figure she’s had, since her shitty biological father, had just died. And the fact that she’s experienced 3 years of upside down trauma, when Robin had only experienced 1.

She tried to excuse it in so many ways. She’d bend backwards, forwards, and around, just to defend her. But, the sad truth was, she knew this friendship, that she was holding like water in her hands, was slipping through her fingers.

Robin stares at Y/N in, hopefully, not a creepy way. The Sun from the windows is beaming on her, casting a halo effect around her resting head. Her back is hunched over in what looks to be an uncomfortable position. If they were still close, Robin would throw a piece of paper at her head, telling her to fix her posture.

“Robin? Robin!” Their teachers voice comes from the front of the classroom. She’s startled, did anyone see her looking at Y/N like that?

“I’m assigning partners for the project.” Mr. Smiths voice is gentler now, and he doesn’t mention how she was staring at Y/N. Robin thinks this is her favorite teacher, “I’m sticking you with Y/N.”

Is there a smile on his face when he says that?

Robin nods, more attentive. Turning towards Y/N with a grin. She expects to be met with her eyes, maybe a smile back, but she’s not even looking at Robin. Y/N’s still got her arms folded on her desk, head resting on top of them.

She try’s not to take it personally. She’s got a lot going on. It still doesn’t feel good though.

She was there when Lucas confided in Steve. She heard the way Lucas said Max’s mental health was declining, the way she was withdrawn, the way Max broke up with him, and the way she closed herself off from her friends. Robin couldn’t help but relate to their situation. Y/N’s not your girlfriend, she had to remind herself, it’s not the same.

After that conversation, she noticed how much time Max and Y/N were spending together. It worried her. They both withdrew from their family and friends, and now they were only hanging out with each other? What if Y/N broke off their friendship the way Max broke up with Lucas?

She looks back over at Y/N to see her eyes dash away from Robin’s. Was her mind playing tricks on her? Was she really looking at Robin for what felt like the first time in years?

When class ends, Robin walks over to Y/N’s desk. She hasn’t been this nervous to talk to her since she realized she had a crush on her, in sophomore year. She stands there silently for a moment. What is she supposed to say?

“Hey uh-“ Y/N flinches, “Woah. I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I was just wondering.. wondering what we’re going to do about the project? Cause like, I don’t know what I’m doing in this class, and you’ve always been really good at it. Do you wanna go to my house? Or we can go to your-“ her rambling is cut off when she sees Y/N staring at her with a smile. Her smile is so pretty.

“You’re rambling.”

She didn’t realize that. “I know.”

Jesus Christ, is there any AC in this school? Robin is sweating buckets.

Y/N stuffs her school supplies and paper into her bag messily and Robin scrunches her nose. She always kept her bag so organized, what’s happened to her?

She looks up from where she’s cleaning off her desk, “We can go to mine, I don’t mind. Steve won’t either.”

Oh right. She won’t be going to Y/N’s cozy childhood home, she won’t get greeted by Joyce at the door, and she won’t be invited to stay for dinner. She’ll be going to Steve’s house, because Y/N is staying there now.

Steve doesn’t even know how he convinced his mother and father to let his younger friend move into their house. But maybe something about the fact that they’re never there swayed them.

Robin’s trying to be better, but she can’t help that this makes her a little jealous. Steve gets Y/N all the time. He gets to talk to her and soothe her when she comes into his room because of nightmares. Robin misses that. She misses when Y/N would even tell her about nightmares. The only reason she knows that’s been happening, is because she pried it out of Steve at work.

“O-ok!” She wasn’t expecting her to act like nothing ever happened. “Um, cool! I’ll come over at 6:30?”

Her best friend nods, “I’ll tell Steve that you’ll be over. We can order a pizza.”

Robin’s head is fuzzy from excitement. She hasn’t hung out with her in forever. Even if this is for a school project.

When the fog of excitement disperses from her brain, she realizes that Y/N has already left the room.

Nothing matters anymore. It doesn’t matter that she knows her crush is one sided. It doesn’t matter that she won’t be in Y/N’s childhood bedroom, that she liked more then her own. Hell, it doesn’t even matter that she has to put up with Steve on her day off.

She gets to hang out with Y/N tonight, and that’s all that matters to her in this moment. Just like old times, she thinks.

What Robin didn’t know was that her best friend missed her as well. She missed the sleepovers and movie nights. She missed getting free scoops ahoy, behind Steve’s back. She missed her moms popsicles, orange juice for Robin and lemonade for her. She missed summer 9, when they both hyper fixated on board games, and Joyce bought them enough to last the whole summer. And she missed the way that Robin would play doctor on her knees when she would fall off her bike.

She knew she was withdrawing from Robin, and she felt devastatingly guilty about it. She was going through a lot, she’d tried to reason with herself. It never worked. Maybe this was for the best. Robin didn’t deserve a friend that was actively trying to find her way through a maze.

She didn’t know what to do when Mr. Smith partnered them together. She thought about asking him to change partners, until she saw the way Robin was giddily distracted by something outside the classroom window. She couldn’t do that to her after ditching her for so long- her eyes flit away when she notices Robin turning towards her. Did Robin see that?

Back at the house she greets Steve, who’s on the couch watching Scooby-Doo reruns. He had offered his house to her immediately after he’d learned about her family moving.

She’s upside down to him, because of the way his head is laying against the arm rest. He watches her take her shoes off by the door, and run upstairs to deposit her backpack on her bed, before running back downstairs and flopping next to him on the couch.

“Who are they fighting now?”

He looks over at her, but only briefly, before his eyes are back on the tv. “They’re on a cruise, but they’ve just changed course to the Bermuda Triangle, and the rest of the people on board are ghosts.”

Y/N’s socked feet settle in Steve’s lap. “Sounds scary.”

“We’ve been through worse.” He says dryly, proud when he sees that he’s cracked a grin out of her.

“Robin’s coming over tonight.”

He looks surprised, but she doesn’t have it in her to be offended. “She is? Oh, that’s good. I’ve been telling you how to need to get back out there.”

“It’s only for a school project.”

“Still,” he sits up so he can lean over and ruffle her hair. “I’m proud.”

Those two words weaken her. Steve always makes sure to tell her. She finished her math homework? He’s proud. She managed to drive past the ruins of the mall with him? he so proud of her. She comes into his room, to lay in the bed with him, after a nightmare? He’s proud she’s getting better at being vulnerable.

But every time he says it she feels this warm, gooey, feeling in her chest. Maybe that’s why he does it.

“She’s coming over around 6:30.”

“We can order a pizza.”

“That’s exactly what I said, Steve Harrington.”

Someone knocks on the door while they’re watching their 5th.. 6th?? Episode of Scooby-doo.

Y/N and Steve look up at each other confused. Who could it be? Nobody ever knocks at their door.

“Did you already order the pizza, Steve?”

He shakes his head.

Russians coming back to finish what they started? Steve did give him his address in the bunker.

He can see her thoughts spiraling into something close to dangerous. “Hey,” he whispers, “It’s not them, it’s probably like the.. mailman, or something.” He checks his watch and his face scrunches up.

“What?”

“It’s also 6:20, so there’s also a very real possibility that it’s Robin.”

Shit. She forgot. She flops back down on the couch and covers her eyes with her hands.

The knocking comes again.

“Do you want me to open the door?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Go upstairs before I do.”

She’d always be grateful to Steve for this. He always tried his best to make things easier for her. When school was starting up and she told him it was the last place she wanted to be, he promised to drive her to and from school, so she didn’t have to take the bus. When she was too scared to be home alone, he’d let her come to work with him and sit behind the desk with a book.

And now, he’s giving her the chance to go upstairs and prepare herself for the first interaction with Robin in months.

Y/N hates that it’s come to this. Having to prepare herself to hang out with someone who’s supposed to be her best friend. What if she takes one look at Robins pretty face and spills all her deepest darkest secrets? What if Robin gives her that laugh. The one reserved for Y/N, that makes her chest feel tight in adoration? What if-

There’s a knock on the door, and Y/N knows it’s Robin. It’s the same knock that Robin has used on her bedroom door since they were 6.

Robins head peaks through the door, “Hey, Bug.”

That damn nickname. It catches her so off guard she breaks into a startled smile. When was the last time Robin called her that?

“Hi, Robs.”

A smile grows on Robins face from her own nickname. Robs.

“Hi.” She repeats before walking into the room.

Robin expected it to be the same, bare, guest bedroom she had seen when Y/N had moved in, but it’s decorated. There are posters on every wall, the bed has a big purple comforter on it, and theres a stack of comics and cassettes on a dresser.

It smells like Y/N’s favorite perfume in here, Robin notices. There’s a couple of shirts on the ground, next to an overly full hamper. This room looks so lived in, Robin would never guess she moved in mere months ago.

Y/N catches her taking in the room. “Oh,” she says sheepishly, when she sees Robin staring at the Madonna poster, “Steve did this for me.”

“He did?” Robin feels a swell of pride for Steve.

Y/N walks over to the window that’s blowing in frosty night air, and closes it. Once closed, her curtains slowly fall down to rest besides the wall.

“Yeah. Oh, well, he surprised me with the posters. He dragged me to Linen ‘n Things so I could pick out the bedding.”

A laugh bubbles out of Robin, of course he did. She’s so grateful for Steve in this moment, it’s overwhelming.

Oh god. There’s that laugh. Y/N’s lightheaded from holding in her breath at the sound, eyes crinkling from a smile that fights its way onto her face.

When Robin turns back to her, Y/N is distracted, and Robin can see the smile on her face. She doesn’t know what she did to make her smile, but she hopes she does it again.

She watches Y/N drop down onto the bedroom floor and sits down next to her. Their knees touch when Y/N leans over to grab her backpack.

Robin forces herself to focus on something else, “So, how are we doing this?”

Y/N giggles. Why did she giggle? Robin looks up at her confused.

“I have no idea.”

A giggle is startled out of Robin as well.

Looking back on this, the two girls really do feel blind. Their time doing this project is filled with touches that linger a little too long, drifting eyes, from both the girls, over nose curves, cheek bones, and smile lines. The nervous giggles they let out are uncontrollable.

Steve can hear them from downstairs, feeling guilty at the thought of interrupting them for pizza. Both girls could smell the pizza wafting up into Y/N’s room, but silently ignored it, not realizing the other was ignoring it too.

He was so proud of Y/N coming out of her shell for the first time in months, though, Steve couldn’t help but mettle a little.

“Are you spending the night Robs?” Steve had asked her, picking pepperoni off of his pizza, feigning nonchalance.

Robin brain short circuited. Did Y/N want her to? She certainly wanted to.

She missed the silent conversation Steve and Y/N had with their eyes.

He looks over and can see Robin short circuiting.

“What? It’s a Friday night after all.” He shrugs.

“I- I didn’t bring any pajamas.”

“You can wear some of mine.. If you want.”

So now they’re in her room, under Y/N’s thick purple comforter, laying less then a foot away from each other. The box fan blowing in the background is loud, in comparison to their silence.

Robin is wearing a large marching band tee, that she could’ve sworn she lost in middle school, and cotton shorts.

She rolls around, surprised when she sees Y/N already facing her. Their thighs brush and Robin prays, to whatever god is out there, that Y/N can’t see the way her face flushes from the skin to skin contact.

She’s cant even pretend to be asleep, because Y/N’s eyes are already open, blinking slowly back at her. They lay there silently, staring at each other.

Robin takes in Y/N’s eyelashes, the way they kiss her eyelids, their curve when she closes them. She takes in the way her hair falls over her shoulders, and the way she seems to shrink in embarrassment at Robins gaze.

“I missed you.” Robin murmurs.

“I’m sorry.”

She blinks in confusion. “What’re you sorry for?”

“For distancing myself.”

“You think I’m mad about that?” Robin feels her heart shatter, and wonders if Y/N could hear it.

“You aren’t?”

“No.” Robin whispers, “No, not at all.”

It’s silent now. Robin can hear Y/N’s large breath of relief.

Y/N rolls onto her back with a huff. Her thoughts are going a million miles an hour and she doesn’t know how to stop them. Robin just watches her stare at the ceiling, admiring her side profile.

The next words look like they’re struggling to leave Y/N’s mouth, like she hasn’t made up her mind on wether or not she’s gonna say them. “I need to tell you something.”

Robin sits up on her elbow and can hear the crinkling of fresh sheets under her, “What is it?”

More silence. Y/N sits up, crossing her legs under her as she looks down at Robin, still resting on her elbows. She’s struggling so much to get these words out.

Robin sits up as well. Crossing her legs under her, like Y/N, so that both their knee caps are touching. She watches Y/N’s eyes fixate on where their skin is touching.

“Are you okay?” Robin searches for her eyes.

That was a dumb question, Robin thinks, is she okay from what?

“Yeah- no, I’m fine. I just-“ She looks Robin in the eyes for a mere 3 seconds before covering them with her palms. “I like girls.”

Robin stops breathing. Did Y/N really think Robin would judge her for that? Robin came out to her in junior year.

She softly grabs Y/N’s wrists gently and peels her hands away from her eyes.

“Did you really think I’d judge you for that?”

Y/N shakes her head profusely, frightened that she offended Robin.

“No!”

Robin nods slowly, Y/N still looks like she’s going to burst into tears, and Robin wants anything but that to happen. She doesn’t know how to comfort crying people very well.

Robin smoothes her hand over Y/N’s hairline, “Is there more, bug?”

She hates herself for getting hopeful.

“I also like-“

“Hm?”

“I also like you.” Her voice breaks.

Robin pulls her hand back. Her whole world stops. Is she kidding? She doesn’t even know how to respond.

Y/N takes Robin’s silence as fear, disgust.

“And, I- I know that just because you’re a lesbian, doesn’t mean you like every girl you know. I know that! And you don’t have to like me back. Truly, you don’t have to-“

Her words are cut off as Robin flings her arms around her. There’s so much momentum that Y/N has to brace her hands behind her, so that she doesn’t fall backwards.

She doesn’t know what to do. Slowly, and confusedly, she wraps her arms around Robin’s stomach.

“Why are you hugging me?” Comes out muffled, from her face being mushed into Robin’s sleep shirt.

Robin shakes her head in the crook of her neck.

When they pull back both girls are in tears. Taking one look at their glossy eyes, they both break into wet giggles.

“Why are you crying?” Robin teases, searching for Y/N’s eyes again. “I’m the one that just got love professed to her.”

Y/N shakes her head “Why am I crying? I’m the one that just came out to you.”

“I’ll let you have it.”

She scoffs amusedly, “She’ll let me have it.”

Robin grins, so brightly, so full of pride, Y/N has no choice but to smile back. Two lovesick fools sit, staring at each other.

There’s a brief moment where Robin glances down at Y/N’s lips. Their faces are so close. How didn’t they notice that?

“Can I-?” Robin is looking down at her lips unashamedly now.

She nods. They both lean in, unsure of how this’ll effect their friendship. What if one likes it and the other doesn’t? What if they both don’t like it? Is that years of friendship down the drain? They both flinch a little at the same time. Smiling at each other, they go for it again.

Y/N has never kissed a boy before, or anyone for that matter, but this feels right. This feels perfect.

Robin grabs her face and Y/N has to clutch her arms for support.

The sound of a loud gasp breaks them apart.

They turn around, horrified, to see Steve standing there. He’s covering up his excitement poorly, bouncing from foot to foot.

“I was just coming to see if you too wanted to watch a movie with me but if you’re too busy-“ he smiles cheekily.

“Harrington.“

“I’ve got Indiana Jones, but if you’re-“

“Harrington!”

He gives Y/N a giddy smile. “Yes?”

“We’ll down in a moment.”

“Okay.” He winks at her before closing the door.

The bed sheets shuffle as Y/N turns towards Robin again.

“Girlfriend.” Y/N test’s slowly.

Robin tucks some hair behind the girls ear, and then cups her face, so she can lean forward and kiss the edge of her mouth.

“Girlfriend.”

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Summary: When a night out with Benny brings back your buried feelings for your long-time best friend, you start to question if you actually want to get married to another man

Pairing: Benjamin "Benny" Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 4k

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Angst, jealous Benny, Benny inadvertently breaks up an engagement, relationship argument, kissing, fluffy ending

A/N: I don't know what it is about Benny Miller that makes me want to write the most messy situations but here we are!

A fucking wedding. Your fucking wedding.

It almost hadn’t felt real until he had the invitation in his hands, the thick cardstock reminding him of everything he didn’t want to think about, the date - only a few months away - taunting him. You smiled back at the camera with your fiancé’s arm around your shoulder. Jonathan. The man Benny so desperately wanted to forget existed.

Jonathan was everything Benny wasn’t. He was a straight-laced businessman, not nearly as rough around the edges as Benny. He was the kind of guy that went to important meetings and networking dinners rather than MMA fights. He was calm and patient, not an impatient bone in his body. His dark brown hair was always perfectly styled and he had the kind of picture-perfect smile that you would only see in an advertisement. By every standard, Jonathan was perfect in a way Benny was not.

Benny and Jonathan had never been quite comfortable with one-another. They had been respectful of each other, sure, but there had always been an awkward barrier between them. At first, Benny had thought that Jonathan just didn’t like that one of your best friends was a guy. Jonathan always got along well with your other best friend, Marianne. But then Benny started to suspect that Jonathan could just simply see that Benny was head-over-heels for you.

Jonathan wasn’t a bad guy, that Benny could admit… it was just hard for someone to have a good friendship with the guy who they knew was in love with their girlfriend.

Not long after you two started dating, Benny had sworn to himself that if things didn’t work out with Jonathan, he would finally tell you that he was in love with you. He had already waited too long, so he would do it the first chance he could. But now, years later, as he held the ornate wedding invitation in his hands, it was hard not to feel the crushing realization that he had missed his chance.

He had gone out with you and Jonathan only a few days ago for drinks and to talk wedding planning. You had wanted Benny to be a part of the wedding, much to Jonathan’s annoyance, Benny was sure. Benny had drunk a few too many, only enough to loosen up, trying desperately to distract himself from the way his heart pulled every time you laughed. It had backfired though, because it had only weakened Benny’s restraint. Benny had put his arm around you, let his eyes wander, gotten a little too close. It wasn’t unlike how Benny had been with you before you had been in a relationship with Jonathan, and you hadn’t seemed bothered by it in the slightest. You seemed to be having a good time, just like you used to with him, before things had changed. Before Jonathan. However, at one point, Benny had made eye contact with Jonathan and he realized that he knew. He didn’t have a small inkling of Benny’s affections for you, he knew. He knew that Benny wished it was him who had asked you out on a date, him who had proposed, him who would be at your side.

Jonathan had been silent as you two left the bar, not giving Benny so much as a goodbye and, god, Benny didn’t blame him. He knew it was fucked up to pine after another man’s fiancée like that, especially when he had done it right in front of him. But, goddamn it, he hadn’t been able to stop.

Benny tossed the invitation onto his coffee table and leaned back on his couch, running both his hands down his face.

What mattered was that you were happy. Even if it wasn’t with him. Even if it fucking cut at him to see you with Jonathan, Benny just wanted you to be happy.

Benny decided to try to distract himself - a tactic he was using more and more nowadays. He was five minutes into a movie when he got a call from your best friend Marianne. He squinted at the caller ID for a moment. He and Marianne were good friends, but she rarely ever called him out of the blue late at night like this.

Must be for the wedding, he realized, trying to shove down his disappointment at the mere idea of the wedding.

He accepted the call, putting on a much more cheery tone than he felt.

“Hey, Marianne,” he greeted.

“Benny,” Marianne rushed. Her rattled tone immediately set him on edge.

“Something wrong?”

“Yes!” She told him it was about you and his stomach dropped thinking that something bad had happened to you. “No, she’s okay. Well, not okay but… Jonathan called off the wedding and broke things off with her.”

Benny blinked, not quite believing what he was hearing. He had just seen you and Jonathan not even two days ago and nothing had seemed wrong between the two of you. What the hell had happened?

Then it hit him. Had it been because of what he had done at the bar?

“What do you mean? What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Marianne replied shakily. “I’m on a work trip and she just texted all this to me. I’m worried about her. That’s why I called you, I knew you would want to go check on her.”

That was an understatement. He ran his hand through his hair. “Uh, yeah. You know if she’s at home?”

“Probably. One of her texts said something about a tub of ice cream from the freezer, so I’m assuming she’s home.”

Benny was already up off the couch and grabbing his keys. “I’ll head over there and keep you updated.”

He ended the call before practically running out his front door. He hopped in his truck, jammed the key in the ignition, and tore out of his driveway to head to your place.

As he made the trip to your house, like he had a thousand times before, he tried to tamp down his building anxiety. Were you okay? What had happened? Why the hell hadn’t you told him about the breakup?

The first two questions only filled him with more anxiety. It was the last question, however, that baffled him. Benny had almost always been the first person you called when something big happened, good or bad. After your last breakup, Benny drove to your house in the middle of the night to come cheer you up. The fact that you hadn’t called him this time, after your fiancé called off your wedding, made his stomach churn.

His mind started wandering, his imagination creating worst-case scenario after worst-case scenario. What if he had overstepped that night and scared Jonathan away? However Benny felt about the man didn’t matter; you loved Jonathan. The thought that Benny might have scared him off terrified him solely because it would hurt you.

As he pulled into your driveway, he steeled himself for anything. He was relieved to see that Jonathan’s car was missing. At least Benny wouldn’t have to deal with him right now.

Benny got out of his truck and bounded up to your door. He knocked loudly, yelling your name. “Honey, it’s Benny!”

There was no response for a moment. Just as he was starting to panic, wondering where the hell you could be, he heard the lock turn. Then, the door creaked open.

There you stood in the doorway, your cheeks streaked with tears and your eyes puffy. You wore one of Benny’s old, oversized sweatshirts that you had stolen years ago, and used the sleeve to try to wipe your eyes. Upon seeing Benny, your chest seemed to heave even harder.

“Honey…” Benny cooed before he stepped into the entryway and pulled you into a crushing hug.

You whimpered out his name, burying your face in his shoulder, your hands coming to grasp at his shirt. He hugged you to him tighter, his heart shattering every time you trembled from your tears. This was worse than your previous breakup, that he could already see clearly. You were devastated. Unsurprisingly so.

A hurricane of emotions whirled around in his chest. Worry. Pain. His love for you, both the kind he openly showed you and the kind he tried to hide away. But it was anger that bubbled at the edge of it all, anger that was fully directed at Jonathan. Whatever he had done, whatever he had said that led to this, Benny was ready to make him pay for it.

The fact that Jonathan almost had a ring on your finger and he had thrown it away, thrown you away was insane to Benny. How many times had Benny fucking wished to be in his position?

Benny closed the door behind him and held you, running a hand over your hair as he tried to soothe you.

~~~

Of course. Of course Benny showed up. You should have known that he would. He always did.

You had both longed to see Benny and dreaded it.

Benny’s calming whispers of it’s okay, darlin’ and I got you, I got you only made your heart hurt more. You let Benny’s familiar earthy scent wash over you. It was the smell of what you had for years jokingly called his “24-in-1 body wash”. It shouldn’t have been as comforting to you as it was.

Once you had calmed down a bit, Benny pulled back, bringing his hands to cup your cheeks, his thumbs trying to wipe away the tears that streaked down your face. He asked, “What happened?”

Jonathan’s words rung in your ears: I know you’re in love with him.

Fuck, you couldn’t think. Not with the way his stark blue eyes searched yours or the way his hands gently caressed your skin. You hadn’t had enough time to figure out what you were going to tell him before he showed up. Your head was spinning.

Marianne. You had told Marianne. You realized that she must have called Benny. You should have known she would.

You only shook your head and looked at the floor. Benny tipped your chin up to bring your attention back to him. “Sweetheart, please, tell me what happened.”

“I…,” you started. How would you even begin to explain this? “We- we got in a fight and… he left. He left, Benny. It’s over.”

“You had a fight over what? What was so bad that he called off the wedding just like that?”

You thought back to the night you and Jonathan had gone out with Benny. With both of you loosened up by a few drinks, it had felt like old times with Benny again.

When had things changed between you and Benny? When had you two stopped joking and laughing like you used to? When did you stop being so close?

They changed when you gave up on Benny ever returning your feelings, you reminded yourself. You could admit it, you had become a little distant a few years ago. Marianne had tried to get you to hold out hope for him, but you had decided to finally give up on the unrequited feelings you had for Benny. Nothing was ever going to happen, he didn’t see you like that. So you started dating again; you found Jonathan. You had convinced yourself that he was the one you truly wanted. Slowly, without meaning to, things had changed in your friendship with Benny.

And, god, you had missed him. That night at the bar, you couldn’t help but lean into him, to joke with him like you had before. You hadn’t meant to let those feelings for him back in, especially not with Jonathan right there… but you couldn’t stop it.

Jonathan had been unusually quiet the entire ride home. It wasn’t until you had both crossed the threshold into your house that he spoke.

“What the hell was that?”

“What?” You had asked, but heat was already rising to your cheeks. You knew that he had seen.

“I can deal with another man having eyes for you,” Jonathan had said, his voice strained, “but you fawning over Benny? That’s where I draw the line.”

“What?”

“I know. I know you’re in love with him. I’ve had an idea that you might for a while now, but I thought it would go away after I proposed. I guess I was wrong.”

You blanched. Hearing it said out loud made it real. You stammered, trying to find something to say, but came up empty. It was hard to deny when you had felt the fire reignite for Benny again. Your wedding was so close… but all you could think about that night was how you might lose Benny forever after the ceremony. You couldn’t stop the nagging feeling that whatever divide had been growing between the two of you would finally break what was left of the friendship you had. You had a taste of the old Benny again and… fuck, it had nearly killed you to leave him at the end of the night.

For the first time, you started to have second thoughts about getting married to Jonathan. Was this what you really wanted? Was he the one you truly wanted?

You had gone back and forth with Jonathan, trying to smooth things over, but your head was quickly becoming a mess, your feelings for Jonathan at war with your feelings for Benny.

“Fine,” Jonathan finally said, his voice low, “you’re gonna have to choose. Me or him. Either you stop seeing Benny or we’re through.”

Everything stilled. “Jon, that’s not fair!”

Jonathan huffed a laugh. “No. What’s ‘not fair’ is that the woman I love is in love with another man. So you’re gonna have to choose.”

Tears had streamed down your face. You couldn’t say anything. You and he both knew that you wouldn’t just leave Benny behind. You couldn’t.

“I can’t… I can’t just cut him out of my life,” you croaked.

You could see Jonathan deflate, the final blow to your relationship hitting home. He nodded, his voice cracking a little as he said, “That’s what I thought… then I guess it’s over.”

Then he had left. The house was yours, so he had packed up as much as he could in an hour and left to stay with a friend. Now, it had been nearly 24 hours since he had left. 24 hours since you had chosen Benny over your own fiancé.

Benny’s voice brought you back to the present. “How about I go find Jonathan and ask him myself, huh?”

You knew that look; Benny was ready to confront Jonathan, anger for your fiancé - ex-fiancé - rolling off of him. Benny was smart, he could probably figure out which friend Jonathan had gone to stay with.

“Benny, no!”

“Why shouldn’t I? Whatever he did was so fucking bad that it has you this torn up.” He headed for the door again, a new fire in his step.

“It wasn’t him who fucked this up, it was me!” You burst. Benny stopped in his tracks and turned towards you again. You shook your head, hugging your arms around yourself as you tried to hold your tears at bay once again. You whispered, “It was my fault.”

Benny’s eyebrows scrunched together, his blue eyes questioning. “Sweetheart, how is this your fault?” You shook your head, not wanting to answer his question, but he pressed further, striding back to stand in front of you again, his voice soothing but insistent. “How is this your fault?”

Benny was just trying to support you. You could tell that he didn’t believe for a second that any of it was your fault. He was more than ready to pin the blame on Jonathan.

You took a few breaths. You were treading into dangerous waters now, emotionally exhausted and running on very little sleep. Before Benny had arrived, you had gone back and forth on how you would tell him any of this, but you hadn’t come to any conclusion, your head still spinning from everything that had happened. You were so tired of hiding, though, and your current state made the truth easier to tell.

“Jon knows I’m in love with another man,” you admitted. “That’s why he left.” It was the truth, yet far enough away from the whole truth to still be safe.

“What? Who?”

Fuck it. You were too far in to stop now. You had already messed up one relationship in the past 24 hours, you might as well do the same with this friendship.

“You.”

Benny’s mouth dropped open.

“Jon saw the way I was with you a couple nights ago and confronted me and I couldn’t…I couldn’t deny it. He had suspected it for a while. He said that I could either cut you out of my life or the marriage was off.”

Benny was frozen for a few seconds before he whispered, “You… you sacrificed your marriage for… me? You’re in love with me?”

Your heart pounded. You looked at the ground and wiped your eyes again as you nodded. You didn’t think you could handle seeing pity from Benny as he rejected you. Not on top of everything else that had happened.

His hands came to cup your cheeks again, tipping your head back up to look at him. But you found no pity in his eyes.

“Darlin’,” he nearly whispered, “I’ve loved you for years. I just… didn’t think you felt the same.”

“R-really?”

He nodded. “I was gonna tell you if you and Jonathan ever broke up, but then you two got engaged and I… I thought I missed my chance.”

You laughed genuinely for the first time in days, “Yeah, well, I’m not engaged anymore.”

Benny didn’t match your sarcastic tone. He was completely serious as he replied, “Yeah. You’re not.”

Suddenly, you found it hard to breathe, lost in the open, vulnerable way he was looking at you.

Slowly, you both inched closer and closer, drawn together like magnets, until your lips found his.

It wasn’t like any of the other kisses you had ever had. There was too much longing there, too much history for the kiss to be something timid and testing. It was the kind of kiss that brought back memories. Of you both wrestling for the remote and laughing as one of you finally stole it from the other. Of him picking you up into a hug and spinning you around. Of drunken board game nights together, where you would wake up in his arms on his couch the following morning.

Of course you would always choose Benny. Your heart had been his for a lot longer than you had been willing to admit.

His words now rang in your ears: I’ve loved you for years. I’ve loved you for years.

Suddenly, he broke from the kiss. You chased his lips, but he pulled back to look at you.

“Shit…,” he sighed, “I’m sorry, darlin’, I shouldn’t have done that.” Your heart sank at his words, but then he clarified, “I want you, I do, I just… I don’t want to take advantage of you. You just broke up with your fiancé. You’re still crying from it, honey.”

You sniffed. You knew he was right.

He held your gaze as he told you, “Come back to me in a couple months when all this has blown over and you’re ready to move on. Tell me you love me again and I swear I’ll never let you go. I just- I won’t do it like this. Not when you’re still vulnerable and grieving.”

You nodded, so thankful for him you couldn’t begin to articulate it. You wanted him, that you knew, but your head was a mess at the moment. You still had a lot of feelings to unpack for Jonathan before you could dive into a relationship with Benny. Benny had always watched out for you. Now was no different.

“Stay with me?” You pleaded. “I just… need you here.”

He wrapped you in another embrace, cradling your head as you buried your face in his shoulder once again. “Of course.”

~~~

You had fallen asleep on top of Benny that night, finally able to rest. He laid on your couch, your cheek on his chest and your arms wrapped around his middle, as he used one hand to type out an update to Marianne. He gave her as best of an overview as he could over text.

Marianne: I mean, I hate that she’s hurting but tbh I never really liked Jon

Marianne: I tried to tell her years ago that I thought you liked her, too! I’ll save my “I told you so” for another day

He chuckled lightly, careful not to wake you.

Benny: You knew?

Marianne: Well, duh. It’s not like either of you were very subtle about it

Benny: I guess not. We’re gonna let the dust settle a little before we go anywhere with this, though

Marianne: That’s probably a good idea

Marianne: Not to jump-the-gun here but I’m sure you can plan a better wedding than Jon. Like why the hell would he make the groomsmen wear THAT?

Benny: You mean the purple suspenders that would make everyone look dumb? No idea

Marianne: Thank you for helping us avoid that monstrosity

He texted back and forth with Marianne for some time, grateful that your other best friend seemed so supportive of his possible future relationship with you.

Moving on had been rough for you in the following weeks, especially when Jonathan had come back to collect all of his stuff. Frankie had volunteered to be there to oversee the move out, rightly pointing out that it probably wouldn’t be a good idea for Benny and Jonathan to see each other just yet. Will had also volunteered for the job, but you had guessed that it wouldn’t be a good idea to have any Miller there when Jonathan showed up.

Everything had gone smoothly, luckily, and soon the traces of him were gone from your house.

Though nothing happened between the two of you yet, Benny was just happy that he was getting to spend more time with you. Even though you were still healing, it felt like old times with you again. Slowly, you started laughing more, cracking sarcastic jokes with Benny like you had never stopped. But now you were also more open with him, seeing as both of your secrets were out.

“Jon wasn’t a bad guy at all but…” you sighed one night, “I just settled, you know? I thought that was the best I could do. And he was right, that wasn’t fair. Not to him. Not to me. Not to you.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t just tell you,” Benny groaned, wrapping his arms around you from behind and setting his chin on your shoulder while you cooked dinner. “We could’ve avoided all of this if I had just said something.”

“Hey, I could’ve said something, too. I don’t know, I guess I’m past that point where I’m second-guessing everything that I did. I’m just happy I got here with you.”

“Yeah?”

You turned and smiled at him, the pain from the breakup finally gone from your eyes. Now, all he saw was your affection for him. “Yeah.”

“Me, too.”

Nearly four months after your breakup, the day that was supposed to have been your wedding day came and went uneventfully. After that, you seemed to fully let go.

Sure enough, a couple weeks later, you showed up at Benny’s doorstep. When he opened the door, you smiled, shifting nervously on the doormat.

“You told me to come back when I was ready to move on,” you started, a small smile on your face. “I’m ready: I love you.”

Benny was on you in a second, his kiss uninhibited now. The way you molded to him so perfectly, your hands clutching at his collar, made him wonder why he had ever even thought of hiding his affections for you in the first place. The little sounds you made as you pushed ever closer to him made him think his heart might burst.

“I love you,” he murmured between kisses. “I love you so much.”

He would hold up his end of the promise. He wasn’t going to let you go. He had almost done it once and it had nearly been the worst decision he had ever made. Now that he had you, he wasn’t ever going to let go.

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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I CAN FINALLY DO POLLS! YAAAY! 😂🥳

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prettybillycore · 2 years

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You Never Shut Up about Steve || Billy Hargrove x Reader

Pairing(s): Billy Hargrove x Reader; Minor Steve Harrington x Reader

Universe: Stranger Things

Summary: You had a big ol' crush on Steve, but it started to fade as your friendship grew with the one and only Billy Hargrove. Max found out that Billy was in love with you and came up with a scheme to settle your crushes once and for all.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Swearing, Possessive!Billy

A/N: I am absolutely and completely in a rabbit hole right now; instead of a rabbit hole that leads to Wonderland, as it does for Alice, it is a rabbit hole with Steve, Billy, and Eddie waiting at the bottom of a dirt slide. Needless to say, I’m not going to be out of this fixation for a long while (thanks autism), so if you want Billy Hargrove content, I will give you Billy Hargrove content. I love your request anon, I hope you enjoy this one-shot <3

Read on AO3 or Scroll down to read it right here on Tumblr <3

Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve. All you did was talk about Steve fucking Harrington. Billy was getting pissed just thinking about it. You were a sweet girl in his math class. He instantly charmed his way into your life as one of your friends, but he couldn’t get past your crush. You had a crush on Steve Harrington, his archenemy. This crush had been going on longer than you had known Billy. He couldn’t understand it. Steve Harrington was nothing compared to him. Billy was hotter, more popular, and could hold his alcohol way better… and yet, here you were, leaning against his car, and drooling over Steve from a distance.

Billy thought that you were gorgeous from the moment he laid eyes on you. He knew you were the one for him. He switched into your math class after a week of being in a different one and every night he thanked the stars the guidance counselor had put him in your class. He just couldn’t wrap his head around your crush on Steve. The motherfucker didn’t even give you the time of day most days. Billy didn’t understand why you would still be pining after Steve when he was right there next to you. He watched as your expression dropped. It was like all the life had been sucked out of you. He followed your gaze to Steve; the lanky ex-king was standing near his car, his hands were awkwardly by his sides. His ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend were talking to him about something; Billy could only take a wild guess as to what. He was smiling at his ex like he had all the love in the world to give, even though she clearly did not feel the same way about him. Billy looked back at you; it looked like Steve had stomped on your heart. Your shoulders were hunched and your eyes looked heavy. “Ugh… Nancy Wheeler…” you mumbled. “What does she have that I don’t?”

What does Steve have that I don’t? Billy wondered. “She’s got nothing on you, Doll.” It was a bold statement, but he believed it with his whole heart. You raised your eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest. He rolled his eyes. “What? I mean it. Nancy’s something else, but she’s nothing compared to you. Steve’s an idiot if he doesn’t see that.”

You tossed him a soft smile. “Thanks, Billy. I appreciate it. Though, Nancy’s with Jonathan now, Steve only seems to have eyes for her.”

God, I would do anything to see her smile all the time. “Anything for you, Doll. Don’t give another thought to Steve. He doesn’t deserve you at this point.”

“You two are disgusting,” Max said as she approached the Camaro. “Just confess you’re in love and make out already.”

Billy glared at her, but she glared right back. Ever since the day at the Byers’ house, they had a deeper understanding of each other. Billy stayed out of her friendships, relationships, and honestly, her entire life for the most part now. It wouldn’t be long before school ended for the year and he wouldn’t really be seeing her at all. Max now also had confirmation that Billy was in love with you. While completely high out of his mind on Will’s medications, Billy confessed. Max had known it already, but now she had heard it from Billy’s mouth. She wouldn’t let him live it down and he was starting to get really sick of it. His relationship with his step-sister was getting better; he could feel himself becoming a better person overall. Between you and the fight with Steve, he realized his shittiness. He was working on it a lot. Now if Max could just stop being so goddamn relentless in her efforts to get you to realize his crush– “Max!” It was all he could manage. His cheeks were dusted with a light red color. She smirked and you giggled. Billy relaxed a little bit when he heard that sound. Max scooted past you and chucked herself into the backseat of the Camaro. Billy opened the driver’s door and grimaced at her. “Little Shit…” He swore under his breath.

“I only speak the truth, Billy.” Her smirk never faded.

Billy was cursing under his breath again and moved to the passenger side door, to stand next to you. You had started to stare off into the distance again. You were still watching Steve and Nancy. He huffed. “Come on, Y/n. Let’s get you home. You got here early today didn’t you?”

You tore your eyes away from the couple as Billy opened his car door for you. “Yeah… I did.” You hopped into the passenger seat and Billy shut the door behind you. He looked back toward Steve’s car. Steve was now just talking to Nancy. Jonathan was walking back toward his car. The whole group of them were strange and confusing to Billy. He understood nothing of their friendships or why they all still talked. The rumor was that Nancy cheated on Steve. You were trying so hard to get Steve’s attention all the time. How could he not see it?

He shot an angry look toward Steve. Nancy had pointed out his staring, though he didn’t much care what either of them thought of him. He headed back to the driver’s side door and hopped into his car. He smiled at you. “Do you guys want to stop for milkshakes on the way home?” Max smiled excitedly and he saw it from the rearview mirror. He looked toward you. “So that’s a yes from Max, what about you Y/n.”

You shrugged. It was a content shrug though. Your features were finally relaxed and you were focused entirely on Billy. “Sure, why the hell not.”

| < ♥️ > |

It was almost the last day of school and Billy still felt like he hadn’t made progress on asking you out. You spent almost all your time between classes and during free periods together, but you still seemed hung up on Steve. After your talk over the Camaro, you seemed to calm down some with your crush. Billy thought that maybe, just maybe, you were starting to angle your affection toward him. Steve proved his theory wrong, though, during the last real week before exams. The forming king of Hawkins complimented your outfit one day in the hall. Billy was standing next to you; you were both leaning against the lockers. You were wearing one of his band t-shirts and just about the cutest skirt he had ever seen. It took everything in him not to actually drool when he saw you that morning.

While you were talking at the lockers, he had finally convinced himself it was worth a shot to ask you on a date. He was about to ask when Steve cut in. “Damn, Y/n. You are looking good today.”

You blushed wildly. “Thanks, Steve! See you at the practice game later!”

“I’ll win just for you, Beautiful.”

Billy just about killed him. His angry glare didn’t go unnoticed by Steve, but Harrington just seemed to brush it off. After that little interaction, you didn’t say anything to Billy about him, but Hargrove could just tell that you were thinking about Steve fucking Harrington.

| < ♥️ > |

When it came time for that practice game, of course, Billy and Steve were on opposite teams. Steve smiled at you when you walked in and sat down on the bleachers. Billy didn’t look at you, he felt like he couldn’t. You were honestly a little hurt by Billy’s lack of noticing you, but you just thought he was focusing on the game ahead of him. A lot of people were just hanging around in the gym because classes were pretty much over for the year. Teachers were giving study halls instead of reviewing so students were all over the place.

You had settled on watching the game because of Billy, not because of Steve. Of course, you had a crush on Steve for a very long time, but he never showed interest in you. It absolutely crushed you when he started dating Nancy and you felt awful for him when you found out Nancy had, in fact, cheated on him with Jonathan Byers. However, over the course of your friendship with Billy, your platonic feelings turned into romantic ones. You never in a million years thought he would be into you though. You were much nerdier than the girls he usually dated. You just thought he wanted a real friend. You gave him real friendship and your heart began to ache because of both him and Steve. Two hot guys that you thought were completely out of your league? Way more soul-crushing than one hot guy you thought was out of your league. You were absolutely shocked when Steve made the flirtatious comment to you that morning, completely stunned. He had never shown interest in you before and it was just confusing your feelings more. Though, you didn’t speak of this to Billy or any of your other friends. You weren’t sure what Steve’s intentions were, but you promised Billy that you would watch him play in this game, and by God, you were going to keep that promise.

It was only halftime when the coach pulled Billy out of the game. He had been acting incredibly rough toward everyone on the other team, but especially toward Steve. The coach called a time-out and told him to go cool off. He looked briefly at you before heading completely out of the gym. Before you even really thought about what you were doing, you got up and ran after him. He was still making his way down the hall when you called out to him. “Billy? Billy stop!” Your voice was like music to his ears and he froze in his place until you caught up to him.

He turned around to face you and tossed you a sour look. “What’s gotten into you?”

He scoffed. “Why do you care? Just go back to the game and watch your precious Steve.”

You were used to him sometimes getting an attitude, so you did your best not to let it phase you. Though, inside, your head started spinning. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He rolled his eyes. “You know what it means, Y/n! You never shut up about Steve and it seems like he’s interested in you now that Wheeler’s dumped him, so why don’t you go back to the gym and stop worrying about me?”

A smirk worked its way onto your face as you connected the dots. “Oh my god…”

“What? Stop smiling like that!”

“You’re fucking jealous! You’re jealous because you think I’d choose to date Steve over you, isn’t that right, Billy?” Your smirk had turned into a full-blown grin. “Can I tell you a secret, Hargrove?” You took another step toward him and gently grabbed one of his hands with yours. “Yes, I’ve had a crush on Steve, you know that. However, what you don’t know is that I have been crushing on you for a little while now and just had no idea how to fucking tell you. Steve’s behavior this morning caught me completely off guard, but I know that he doesn’t really want me, if he did, he would have never dated Nancy. I want to be with someone where I’m their first choice and they’re mine. I don’t know if I’m your first choice, Billy, but you’ve totally become mine. I thought–”

You were cut off by Billy’s hand grabbing your cheek roughly and his lips colliding with yours. You let go of his hand and threw your hands in his hair. Billy was in heaven at that moment. You absolutely tasted like heaven. He really didn’t give a shit if you still had any sort of feelings toward Steve. You said he was your first choice, and he was willing to kiss you until you felt like he was your first and only choice. He backed you up against the lockers without his lips ever leaving yours. Your hands were still deep in his hair and he was loving every second of attention that he was getting. He felt like you were finally giving him your attention, the attention he thought he deserved from the beginning. You pulled your head back slightly and Billy moved his free hand down to your waist. Your lips were puffy and your chest was heaving. You gave him a dull smile and a low chuckle escaped his throat. “Darling, you have been my first choice since the moment I met you and I am so glad that you finally admitted to yourself that you were into me more than Steve, I’ll treat you so good you’ll forget he ever existed.”

You moved your hand back to his cheek. He leaned into the motion. It made your heart swell. “You should have said something a long time ago.”

“I was watching for you, Doll.”

“Glad you lovebirds finally figured it out!”

Both your heads snapped in the direction of the voice. Back toward the gym doors, there stood Max. She had been the one that called out to you. Next to her, was a kid you both recognized as Dustin; and low and behold, Steve fucking Harrington.

They were all smiling brightly at you as if Max had not killed the moment. “Sorry about that Billy. Y/n you do look great today, in a completely friendly way, but Max and Dustin asked me to help move along your confessions.”

You laughed as Billy puffed out his cheeks in frustration. “Oh, I am absolutely going to kill all of you!”

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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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

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eddiessidegirl · 1 year

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Your DMs are always welcome, my dear. Ohh! I almost forgot! I have a prompt for you. Congrats on the followers! You deserve it 💕 I wanna do a fun sleepover too, really soon.

Could I possibly request Eddie with an alt/punk girlfriend? I don't usually see a whole lot of Punk!Reader and it would make my week. Something fluffy and fun, no pressure.

Omg, this took forever and I’m so so so sorry 😭 please forgive me. I hope this is good, and makes sense.

For Want Of

Summary: Punkrocker Tara is in love with Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie x Punk/Alt!Fem Reader

Warnings: Standard 18+ for my blog, this is a fluff piece, angst (if you squint), mutual pining, minor drug use and drinking (typical teen shit), let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 4166 words

Alarm clock blaring, record player left in the final stages of playing last nights record, and the person sized lump on the bed under the covers. This was how Tara’s mother found her in the morning on this particular Friday morning. “Tara, I swear to Jesus himself if you do not get out of bed this minute, you’re losing car privileges this weekend and you will not be able to go hang out with your little friends. You’ll be forced to clean out the garage with your father.” A cigarette dangled from her mothers thin, pursed lips her fake attempt at being a good mother was such a lie. She was only mad that her stupid church friends heard that her only daughter was out at all hours of the night hanging out with other teens who dressed like she did: coloured hair, dark makeup and listening to Misfits on full blast while driving the streets of Hawkins, Indiana. But most of all her mother hated hearing she’d been seen talking to and being around a one Eddie Munson. He was a drug dealer, a cult leader, and he listened to “that God awful music” as her mother put it.

“Will you lower your fucking voice? I heard you the first time you bellowed at me like an hour ago. Fucks sake.” Her voice draped in sleep, mascara and eyeliner smudged and giving her the raccoon look. Tara pushed the blankets back and slid into her jeans and pulled a Ramones shirt over her head - not bothering with a bra.

Jonathan was already waiting outside for her, mug of coffee in hand for her to drink while they drove to pick up Robin, his little brother Will in the back seat, his newest companion guide for his game night with his friends in hand, he didn’t even notice her sliding into the front seat. “So, is today the day? Or are you never gonna tell him? I mean Graduation is coming up quick, and you’re not gonna be here forever,” He asked her, he’d known she’d had a thing for the town drug dealer for ages but never worked up the courage. Sure she could throw down with assholes who grabbed her ass but Munsons’ chocolate eyes just made her stomach do flips. Her arm reached across the front seat and she shoved her best friend.

“Shut it, Byers. What about you and Wheeler? You guys gonna cut the shit and finally figure out your college bull? Or are you just gonna pretend that you still haven’t gotten your rejection letter to Emerson?” He shot her a nasty look, but it softened when he saw she was just poking fun at him, she laughed teasingly an scooped her hair into a bun.

They secured Robin who was all giggles about this girl Vickie and she loved how happy her friend was, being yourself was hard in this town but the three of them did their best to never hide their true selves around each other. It just sucked big time that the rest of the town didn’t subscribe to the same thoughts and feelings.

Tara had turned 18 in December, and while Eddie was still in high school he was a super senior, 19 going on 20. She’d liked him ever since she could remember, but it became more prevalent when he turned up to school when she was 13 and he 15, his buzzed hair grown out and dressed in a battle vest and leather with heavy metal band pins all over it. She herself had always been more into the punk scene. She’d seen the Clash in concert in Chicago with Jonathan and they were planning to she The Cramps this summer before she moved for college. But she could tolerate his music tastes, if only he paid her an ounce of attention aside from selling her dime bags here and there.

She’d gotten lost in her thoughts and wasn’t paying attention as they exited the car, “watch it freak I don’t want to catch whatever it is you have wrong with you.” Carol Perkins cackled and turned back towards her friends, brushing off pretend dirt as they walked away from the group. Tara flipped them all the middle finger and shoved her bag further up her shoulder. “Christ, you’d think she’d have levelled out after Wheeler smacked her when she made fun of her for dating you…” Tara muttered to Jonathan. Will had quickly gotten out of the car and was running towards his little nerd herd, the four of them colliding around Eddie and his friends, collectively they were the Hellfire Club, the only Dungeons and Dragons club in all of Hawkins and subsequently made them the butt of every joke, but Tara knew that after the years of trauma those kids had suffered they deserved too feel some happiness even if they were mocked behind their backs.

Robin nudged her back “can you go get us some weed for this weekend? I can’t get caught with it in my room again, my parents are already on edge after the last time.” There was a smile on her friends lips that said this was more than a transactionary meeting that would be happening.

A small huffing noise came from Taras throat. “Later. I’ll pop a note into his locker for a lunch meeting.”

Which she did, it was a folded triangle note with few words “Forest clearing. Lunch. -T” Eddie pocketed the note, grinning, Tara was his favourite customer, not only because she was a consistent buyer which made it possible to do upkeep on his van but also because she was a person who didn’t judge him, her being hot was just a bonus. And what Tara didn’t know is that he had a thing for her too, and she’d never noticed that he gave a deep discount on all her purchases. Hell, she could ask to walk on his back in her Docs and he’d say “yes please” and ask her to do it again.

Lunch rolled around and both parties were walking enthusiastically towards the meeting spot, Eddie, lunch box in hand and Tara, with her headphones on listening to a mix-tape that Byers had given her to check out.

She was walking head down and collided with something hard, but also soft, clearly a person. She took off her headset and yelled “Hey! Watch where the fuck you walk asshole!” But when she actually focused on who she was yelling at it her whole face went beet red, in fact if you’d placed her face next to an actual beetroot you wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference between the two. It was Eddie. He’d been standing by the bench watching her walk towards him the whole time and when she smacked into him he lost it. His body was rocking back and forth with laughter, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried to compose himself, one of his ringed hands clutching the picnic table for stability.

“I’m so sorry, that was actually one the best things I’ve seen, T.” His voice slightly hoarse from laughing, “y-you just..and then…oh my god.” And he was off again.

Tara tried her hardest to be mad, but she couldn’t, it was funny, and the hard shell exterior she had always cracked a little when she was around Eddie. “Shuddup Munson…” she mumbled, her mouth in a smile, reaching to punch his arm lightly. “I’m supposed to be here buying weed, not making you piss yourself.”

He sat down and placed his elbow on the table, his lunchbox beside him, hand tucked under his chin, “ooo a woman serious about her business.. I love it” his eyes sparkled and watched her sit, clocking the fact that’s her chest jostled freely but focused on her face. “How much are we talking?” His nimble fingers opening the lunch box, gesturing to the nuggets inside.

“An eighth’ll do.. it’s for Robin, Jon and I for the weekend, we’re going to watch movies and play some pool at the Byers since their moms going to Hoppers this weekend,” he’d nodded and starting doling it out, it was like time slowed down and then sped up because before Tara knew it her mouth was speaking words and she couldn’t stop them from coming, “y-you should come too, Jon’s bringing Nancy and Robin will be bringing Vickie, I really don’t want to be playing pool on my own.” The blush had come back just as strong only now it was creeping down her neck and disappeared into her shirt. What was she doing? This was stupid. She told herself of course he didn’t wanna hang out with a bunch of 18 year olds.

“Sure, I mean, I’ve got nothing better to do, just running campaign tonight and then free all weekend.” She couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but it didn’t seem like it. Her heart raced. “It’s on me since I’ll be there, don’t worry about paying me.” He handed her a bag that was clearly more than what she asked for and got up. “See you there, sweetheart” he called out, and disappeared into the trees back to his van to calm his nerves. He was basically going on a date with the girl he liked and he couldn’t believe it.

“I didn’t even tell him when it was…” Tara couldn’t find him to tell him and she didn’t want to be late to class, since the teacher was friend of her mothers and she didn’t need more trouble before the weekend.

Saturday evening arrived faster than she thought it would. Bad Religions’ ‘We’re Only Gonna Die’ played on the speaker, Nancy was learning how to play pool with Vickie, Robin teaching both of them, Jonathan and Tara drinking a beer in the corner laughing every time one of them launched a cue ball off the table and had to get it. The air in the room was hazy with the smell of weed. Everyone was there, except Eddie, maybe he’d forgotten or maybe he just didn’t want to come after all. Besides why would he want to hang out with them when he could be hanging with his band mates or anyone else for that matter.

Eventually though, the windows lit up and at first everyone thought it was Joyce come back but then they heard Dio blaring from the vehicle and they knew it was definitely not Joyce. Tara went outside to meet Eddie, the air outside only slightly chillier than the house, plumes of smoke exiting behind her form.

“I see you guys started without me, it’s ok I brought extra provisions” he motioned to the bag of weed in his pocket and the beer in his hand. Eddie tucked his free arm into his pocket and tilted it towards Tara. With the high she was experiencing being full force she was more apt to be nice to him, and she took the elbow he extended.

“Didn’t think you were gonna come, Munson.” Her eyes were blissed out and a smile across her features, she led him into the house, showing him where to put his stuff before going to the makeshift game room that they’d thrown together for the festivities.

A low chuckle escaped his mouth and he leant down so only she could hear him “I’d never miss an opportunity to hang out with my favourite client, especially when she’s dressed like this” he spun her slowly so to not give her stomach a bad turn, she’d forgotten she’d put on a leather skirt and a lacy tank top with her army jacket, it wasn’t even intentional, at least not consciously anyways. The blush she experienced the prior afternoon returned. He was slowly breaking her when it came her to attitude that she’d come to have after idolizing Joan Jett, Eddie Munson, it was clear would be the death of her.

“Can it Eddie,” she told him laughing the whole time, “get your ass in there so I can beat you and Byers in a game.” He let her lead the way and Eddie was met with cheers, he set the beer down and laid out the weed for replenishment. Tara told Jonathan to go the table and set up a game for the three of you now that Robin and Vickie had vacated it, opting to sit in the living room and watch movies instead.

The game was progressing well, Tara was up by a couple points, ‘How Soon is Now’ was playing quietly, and she was swinging her hips to the beat, while she lined up her shot. Eddie was staring. Hard. Nancy was quietly talking to Jonathan something about wanting to go home so she could get some yearbook work in before Monday. Robin and Vickie were still in the living room. Jonathan told Tara and Eddie that he’d be back soon.

“Is this how you pictured your Saturday night, Munson? Hanging out with us listening to punk, playing pool?” She looked over her shoulder at him, a glazed look in her eyes but her mouth turned up in a smile, she’d never admit it but the air felt electric when it was just the two of them and the high made it better.

He grinned back “well, no, but I’m having fun and the view is amazing which is a bonus.” Eddie’d moved closer to her his hand next to hers on the pool table, his lanky frame towering over her smaller one, especially since she was slightly crouched from planning her next play.

Maybe it was the high, maybe it was the few beers she ingested but the room was hazy, and even though she knew people were in the room next to theirs, they felt immensely alone, and they were never alone in any capacity apart from her buying. She straightened and stood up, in the soft warm lights of lamps and with the smoke swirling around him, Eddie looked entirely different. Ethereal almost. Her eyes darting around his face as she took him in. He was far different from his school persona, and his dealer one as well. Softer, but maybe it was the weed.

Eddie on the other hand was only high, he had to drive home so he hadn’t been drinking but he too was focused intently on her face. Tara was so very different from everyone, even himself, a metalhead. But he knew a lot of it was a mix of rebellion and self expression. Her parents were overbearing and hyper religious. And he’d definitely knew there was a softer side to her that she didn’t show unless she was among friends or alone. In public, she was brash, loud. In private she was kind, funny and cared deeply for her friends no matter what they were going through.

Finally when the game was finished, and she’d rightfully so kicked his ass the two of them made their way to the living room, Robin and Vickie had fallen asleep on the couch leaving only the recliner to sit on. Neither of them had the heart to wake the sleeping couple, Eddie was quietly insisting on sitting on the floor and Tara had to interject, “uh, no, I’m not watching…” she looked over the VHS box that he’d tossed to the ground, “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre in this chair alone, get your denim clad ass up here.”

Shaking his head back and forth in a self argument way he eventually climbed into the seat of the chair and Tara settled half on his thigh and half on the arm of the chair, Eddie swiped his arm behind her and put her wholly in his lap. “Don’t need your ass cheek falling asleep mid-movie.”

The two of them sat in silence, save for a few squeaks or soft ewws when something really gross happened. One particular scene when the teen girl was strung up and Leatherface was coming at her with his chainsaw Tara tucked her head into Eddie’s neck and out of instinct, he pressed his mouth to the top of her head and made sure to tell her when it was over. Butterflies had erupted everywhere in her body at this gesture, she still didn’t know if it was friendly or more. It didn’t really matter at this point.

Instead of lifting her head, she slid it so her face was forward, the movie was almost over and Tara was getting sleepy, the amount of weed she’d smoked and the beer she drank starting to weigh heavy on her senses in earnest. Eyes sliding shut, she fell into a not very restful but deep sleep, Eddie sat awake the whole time until the movie ended and then he too fell asleep, Tara’s body warmth the perfect blanket.

Loud voices woke everyone in the living room early, Robin and Vickie disentangled and tossed Tara look, both had their eyebrows raised. The only person still seemingly asleep was Eddie, Tara tried to undo his grip but it was too tight.

“HEY! EDDIES’ VAN IS HERE! Eddie I need help with my character” a voice rocketed through the house as the door opened, it was a one Dustin Henderson, and Munsons eyes flew open.

“Shit. Just a second Henderson, lemme go tame the beast.” He moved to get off the recliner and forgot Tara was minorly tethered to him, pulling her forward and then the two of them collapsing into a pile, Robin cackling, wiping the leftover eyeliner and mascara from her face as the two of them disengaged their limbs. Tara flipped Robin off but laughed along with her, the situation was really funny, only now her ass was bruised from the fall.

She stumbled to the kitchen, eyes bleary with sleep still, “Yo, Jonathan, is there any coff..ee?” Only the person in the kitchen wasn’t her best friend, it was Joyce and Hopper at the kitchen table both sipping their own mugs of dark coffee.

“Jonathan is in his room, but there’s plenty of coffee, dear.” Mrs Byers gave Tara a soft smile and nodded towards the coffee pot. Pouring herself a cup she stretched and cracked her back, the position shed laid in all night had caused her back to be sore, but she was well rested, she did have a good pillow after all.

Hopper cleared his throat “so…how long have you and…” he gestured to where Eddie had gone to fix his hair “…been a thing?” Tara shook her head and explained that they were just friends. “Didn’t seem like just friends the way you were clinging to each other like your life depended on it.” he chuckled as Tara high tailed it out of the kitchen to the respite of the living room where she in turn was grilled for the entire time Eddie was outside talking to the kids about the campaign.

Tara took a few days off from everyone, she needed a clear head about what had happened between her and Eddie, did he really like her or was he just being nice to her because she buys weed from him? On the third day, her bedroom phone rang continuously for two hours, but instead she turned up her music and just kept thinking, focusing on the what ifs of a relationship that didn’t technically exist yet, if ever.

Eventually the room darkened as did the outside, her record player turned down low so her parents didn’t come up and confiscate it. “I really need to find my own place, I’m old enough, besides I hate this wall color…” her parents had painted it in ‘soft salmon’ what ever the fuck that meant and they wouldn’t ever allow her to change it.

“I dunno about you but I like it.” Came a voice from behind her, startling Tara and causing her to fall sideways off her bed. “Fuck, shit, are you ok??” It was Eddie he hauled ass through the rest of her window and around her bed to check on her.

“What the actual fuck are you doing in here?! Are you trying to get shot at?! My dad has a rifle in the goddamned linen closet.” Tara was pissed, but it was wavering as he held onto her hand and waist as he helped her to a standing position.

His brow furrowed, “you weren’t answering your phone and I got worried, that maybe something happened or that you were mad. They told me they kinda interrogated you after that morning and that was why you left.” He looked so mad for Tara and she couldn’t stay mad forever. She just kind of nodded and sat down.

“It was part of it, but also, I just needed space, to…think y’know?” His hair shook as he nodded and joined her on the bed. His hand taking hold of hers, letting her know he was there for her. “I’m confused about what happened or I guess didn’t happen and I got into my head about it.”

The two of them sat in the emptiness of sound for a bit, the record ending and dead air was the background noise for a bit, both of them thinking, Eddie was the one who broke the silence first, “look, Tara, I like you ok? And I got mad at them for being so nosy, it was none of their business.” He shuffled closer on the bed, holding onto her hand like a life preserver. His eyes searching hers. Hopeful.

Tara’s mouth was dry, but there was a moment when she thought she was going to throw up, but she knew nothing would come up. This was the moment she’d been waiting for forever. Through all the teasing from her friends, through 5 years of stares. “I like you two Eddie,” Tara’s face a shade of maroon, Eddie’s beaming, neither of them had expected this result. Tara expected to go off to college and have to find someone else to be with.

A few seconds passed, Eddie broke the silence, “so, are you going to kiss me?” His lips turned up in a wry smile. Tara shook her head and leaned forward, closing the gap between them. Pressing a kiss his his full lips, Eddie’s arms found a way around her waist and this felt like home. Her own hands found a way up to his mess of curls, but before they could go any further Jonathan’s voice called out from the door.

“Fina-fucking-lly.” Him and Robin had shut eating grins on their faces, they were beyond happy for their friend. But most importantly they didn’t have to listen to her pining over him in the mornings anymore.

“Shut it.” She retorted, a smile plastered on her face, Eddie’s hidden since he was distracted by her neck but she could feel a smile of his own on her skin.

1986, it turned out was their year.

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This is kinda building on this little tidbit where Reader—under Roper’s instructions and coercion—has assumed an identity in order to pose as Jonathan’s girlfriend/lover/partner/significant other. Enjoy!

Prompt: 40. “Stop being a fucking dick.”

Pairing: Jonathan Pine x femme!Reader

Warnings: staged/fake argument, Jed (Jemima) Marshall is in this for a second, fake name/identity for Reader

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Jonathan glances at his watch.

A minute to go. Sixty seconds until you and he had to create a convincing distraction.

He takes a casual sip of white wine and stretches an arm across the back of your chair languidly. “Darling,” he croons, interrupting your conversation with Jed with a voice as smooth as rippling silk.

You turn and glance coquettishly at him, batting your lashes. “Yes, Andy?”

Jonathan smoulders at you. Slowly, intimately, he leans closer and ducks down to your ear. He whispers, “Fifty seconds to the drop—and I’ve just said something naughty.”

You let your face break into a smile and you giggle.

“Excellent,” he breathes into your ear, then pulls away to look lovingly at your face, runs his finger under your chin, and leans in again. “Something even worse now,” he hums a breathy, sexy laugh, his hot exhale fanning over your neck. “Something about taking you to bed. Ravaging you for hours on end. Very sexy. Makes you flustered.”

“Oh, Andy—you fiend. We’re at dinner,” you giggle and whisper, pretending to glance around for any onlookers while hoping, at the same time, to go undiscovered.

You are picture perfect—just like two people new to being in love with each other.

“Well done,” he murmurs into your ear, “remember—throw a drink or slap me. Race off to the—”

“Your mouth, Andrew Birch!”

“—good—stairs. I’ll follow you. We leave when Dicky finds us.”

He presses a kiss to your cheek and stands from his seat. “May I get you another, princess?” he says, wetting his lip and pulling it between his teeth for a moment.

You push your empty glass towards him. “Thank you, darling.”

Jonathan strides with deliberate, designed swagger to the bar, and your gaze follows him with adoring bedroom eyes. He leans over the bartop and you rest your chin in your palm, gazing at his form. You can’t see his face from here, but you know he’s started flirting with the woman behind the bar because the look on her face changes.

She’s smiling, but bashfully. He leans further over the bartop, and must say something else to her—because she laughs, and a delighted twinkle shines in her eyes.

You’re on. You sit up straight in your chair and drop your arm to the table. Your brow creases as you watch Jonathan.

“Ok, Liv?” asks Jed from your other side. Her voice is soft, but concerned.

“I don’t know yet,” you reply with a hard edge to your tone.

Jed plays her part. She follows your gaze and mutters, “Oh, no.”

Jonathan’s body shudders with laughter. You scoff and scoot back in your chair, incredulous anger painting your features. He turns and strolls back to your table, holding two drinks.

“Oh, no. Oh, bad,” Jed says, taking a sip from her gin and tonic and turning away from the impending lovers’ quarrel.

Jonathan reaches the table and sets the two glasses down. “Now,” he croons, “where were we?”

You fold your arms as he makes to sit down. “What do you call that?” you say, flicking your chin in the direction of the bar.

Jonathan pauses, regarding you with cautious, careful eyes. “Darling—”

“No,” you reject his telegraphed attempt at a lie, “try again. What was that?”

Jonathan raises open palms to you, and takes a slow half-step back. “Olivia,” he says calmly. “Nothing. Honestly.”

You shoot to your feet. “Giggling and laughing. Do you think me a fool?”

“Darling, of course not.”

“In front of my own eyes.” You point your finger and poke it towards him, taking a half-step with the movement. “The hide. The gall of you.”

Jonathan takes an obvious step back, ‘trying’ to diffuse the situation. “Liv, please,” he pleads, looking around furtively and, again, ‘trying’ to keep this conversation under wraps. “Not here.”

“Don’t!” you raise your voice, drawing more attention your way. “Don’t lie to me, Andy. I’m not as silly as you think I am.”

Jonathan softens his eyes and tilts his head to the side. “Princess, why would you say such a thing?”

“Christ,” you spit out. “Are you fucking her?” You gesture vaguely in the direction of the bar.

“Olivia. Please.” Jonathan slings you a stern look. “Lower your voice.”

You shove his chair out of your path, making sure the feet scrape noisily on the floor, and step towards him. “How long?”

He steps back. “Let’s just go back to the room and talk about this.”

“How long, Andrew?” Heads are turning. People are starting to watch you.

“It’s nothing. She’s nothing, darling. Believe me.”

“Believe you!?” you scoff, your inflection rising in pitch. “Stop being a fucking dick. How long?”

“Not long!” Jonathan raises his voice to match yours, then winces and puts the heels of palms to his eyes like he regrets it. “Oh, God in Heav—sod it,” he mutters and mumbles. “Not long, Liv,” he says, guilt lacing his features. “I swear it. Not long.”

His voice sounds louder than it should have. The people around you are quiet: listening.

You make your lower lip tremble. “You’d want to tell me, Andy.”

Jonathan sighs, and his shoulders slump. “Since we arrived,” he sighs, remorseful and resigned. “The second night.”

You snatch a glass from the table and hurl the contents towards him.

The alcohol splashes onto his face and his chest and he gasps. His shirt and jacket will need immediate laundering.

“Liv,” murmurs Jed quietly, touching you gently on the arm. “Come on, let’s… let’s go, love.”

“Fuck off, Jed,” you shrug her off and stare daggers at Jonathan, who’d grabbed a napkin and was towelling off his face. She’d given you the signal. The trade was done. You could storm off now.

“Don’t follow me,” you snarl at Jonathan as you stride past him, your heels click-clacking on the floor.

“Olivia,” Jonathan says as you breeze past him. “Olivia, wait!” he calls again, louder, and you pick up your pace, heading for the stone staircase around the corner.

Jonathan tosses his napkin to the table and follows you. calling out to you with your fake name and fake nick name and fake pet names. It’s quite a scene, quite a debacle for those unaware—which included almost everyone watching.

It was perfect.

Jonathan catches up to you quickly, grabs your wrist and murmurs quickly and quietly, “Ready?”

“Yes,” you reply, your voice scraping just above a whisper.

He tugs your arm and crowds you up against the stone wall. He cups your face and kisses you deeply, with need and fervid passion.

You return his kiss eagerly, clutching his lapels and crinkling the expensive material in your palm. Your mouths move together with a rough and desperate hunger, and the press of his lips and sweep of his tongue is insistent.

You grab his hips and pull him toward you, and you gasp.

To your great surprise, you feel a bulging stiffness pressed up against your body through his slacks.

“I’m sorry,” Jonathan gasps.

No time for that now. You all have parts to play—and biology just gets in the way of the ruse.

His hands find your waist and he kisses along your jaw to your ear. “Truly. I’m, I’m so sorry. I can’t—"

“It’s fine. Just kiss me,” you mutter, breathless and thankful that he can’t tell, like this, the state of your own arousal.

Jonathan plants a long, sensual kiss to your mouth, then comes back again and again for more, licking your tongue and your bottom lip.

You run your hands up the back of his neck and try not to grind against his erection. “Put your hand up my dress.”

“What?”

“Do it.”

You chase his mouth for more hot, messy, turbulent, undignified kisses, and Jonathan finds the slit in the side of your dress. He slides his hand up your thigh, and his fingers and palm are warm on your skin.

You moan at his touch—completely involuntarily—and he does the same—a total accident—when he hears the pleased sound and swallows it.

“Alright there, Birch?”

Roper’s sardonic, gravelly baritone slices through the fake-true, pretend-real atmosphere, and Jonathan breaks the kiss instantly. For a few fleeting moments, he pants into your open mouth while he catches his breath.

Jonathan spins on his heel and straightens his collar. He clears his throat, standing in front of you to somewhat shield you from prying eyes. “Fine, sir. My apologies.”

Dicky hums dismissively. “Quite alright, old chap.”

Roper’s ‘business associate’ catches an eyeful of you. “Ah, there now,” the man says in a thick accent, “I see you two have made up nicely, huh?”

Jonathan laughs it off. You play at righting your dress. “I believe so, sir.”

“Quite a commotion, earlier.”

“Ah,” says Roper, clapping his business partner on the shoulder. “I’m sure you remember, dear friend,” Roper subtly leads his associate away, “what it was like to be young and in love?”

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