Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson
Warnings: Cursing (anything else let me know????)
Word Count: 7.6k
Author's Note: To be honest, this might not be worth reading? I saw a prompt on Tumblr a few weeks ago and then this started rotting in my mind. I had to write it so that I could finally sleep at night! I cringed writing the kiss scene, that is not what I am good at. I am so sorry in advance :')
“Okay class, I have already paired you up for the next assignment. When I call your name, come up and grab your flour baby and join your partner at their desk.” A collective set of groans echoed around the room. Steve, being the oddball out, sat up straight as he listened for his name. “Munson and Harrington.”
With wide-eyes, Steve stood up to walk to the front of the room to collect his new flour child. “Hey, big boy,” He heard from behind him as he grabbed the sack of flour.
“Munson,” Steve acknowledged, as he turned towards the metalhead. “You ready to be a dad?”
“I was nervous,” Eddie said, looking at the flour in Steve’s arms before looking up and at Steve. “But I’m less nervous knowing that I’m partnered up with the jock with the most motherly instincts.”
“Thanks, I guess,” Steve mumbled before turning to go back to his desk. Eddie quickly grabbed the baby blanket on the table next to their teacher’s desk.
“I didn’t mean that in a shitty way, Harrington,” Eddie said quickly, taking the seat in front of Steve. “I would much rather do this stupid project with you than anyone else. I mean I have already taken this class, as I’m sure you know. I should have graduated last year but the stupid gym credit, English class, and this stupid baby assignment really fucked me over. I’m trying to turn over a new leaf but at this rate, I’m not even sure it will be enough. It’s just so hard to come to school every day… But you have great motherly instincts. I’ve seen you with those kids you hangout with…not that I watch you all the time. And I know if we were to have our own kids, not that I’m thinking of us having kids , but you know we do share a sack of flour…our kids would be in great hands is what I’m trying to say. Ugh, slap me when you want me to shut up…”
“Nah, I wouldn’t slap you, Eddie,” Steve said, letting a chuckle slip up. The sound of the laugh and his name being said aloud caused Eddie’s eyes to whip up and look at Steve. “In fact, you can keep going if you’re going to continue to say nice things about me...how many kids are you thinking we are going to have? I’ve always wanted a big family.”
“Oh shut up,” Eddie said, barking out a laugh before punching Steve in the shoulder. “So how should we do this?”
—
Two days later, Steve was both exhausted and exhilarated. He was really starting to get the groove of this whole parenting thing. For one, Steve absolutely loved when he had to hold his flour child. There was something so comforting about keeping something that you’re supposed to protect close to your chest. “What do you think, sweetheart?”
“Hm?” Steve asked, Eddie startling him from his thoughts.
“I asked, what do you think we should name our love child? He’s two days old and it’s about time we named him. I was thinking of something metal like Ozzy.”
“We are not naming our love child after a man who bit the head off of a rat.”
“It was a bat and it’s hot that you even knew that,” Eddie said, looking up at Steve with moony eyes. “What name do you suggest then?”
“I was thinking something simple like, James?”
“Boring,” Eddie said with a faux yawn. “But whatever you think is best, sweetheart. I’ll love our little Jimmy regardless. In fact, I love him so much that I think it’s my turn to take him home tonight.”
“Are you sure you want to take him overnight?” Steve questioned, his grip on their love child tightening. He was excited for this project with Eddie, it’s his chance to get to know him better and hopefully curb this crush that has been bubbling for far too long but could he trust Eddie to keep Jimmy alive overnight?
“You don’t trust me to protect JimBo?”
“I don’t particularly like these nicknames you’re coming up with for our son,” Steve grumbled out, putting one hand on his hip as he cradled James in the other. “I don’t doubt your ability to take care of the child though.”
“Good, then it’s my night,” Eddie said, grabbing the bag of flour out of Steve’s arms before pressing a quick kiss to Steve’s forehead and running off.
“What the fuck just happened,” whispered Steve, touching his forehead.
—
Later that night, Steve was pacing. Why in the fuck is he so stressed about Eddie watching a bag of flour. This “child” of theirs was literally just a pantry staple. It wasn’t a real person! He can leave it on the table all night and it would be fine. The phone ringing at 12:46 a.m. was enough to get him out of his head for a split second. For some reason, the voice he was hoping to hear sent an odd feeling of dread down his spine,“Maybe you should have doubted me.”
“Eddie,” Steve groaned. “What the fuck happened?”
“I can’t explain it over the phone, I am so sorry Stevie,” Eddie whispered, Steve could sense his voice being clogged with emotion but the nickname caught him off guard.
“I’ll pick you up in the morning, Eds, we’ll run to the store and get a new baby. We will have to rename it too,” Steve said, trying to sound reassuring. It was a sack of flour for God’s sake. It’s not like Mr. Jones would know they purchased a new bag of flour.
“I killed our first child,” Eddie choked out. “I’m the worst partner ever, oh fuck. You should tell Mr. Jones that you need a new partner. There’s a reason I couldn’t even pass this last year.”
“Eddie, Eds, stop,” Steve said, as he began to laugh. “It’s a bag of flour. Shit happens, I’m not going to sweat it and you shouldn’t either. And for the record, if you decide you don’t want me as your partner anymore, you can tell Jones yourself. I’m not going to go willingly.”
“Keep talking like that big boy,” Eddie whispered, his voice catching in his throat, trying to play off his earlier emotions. “And I’ll start to think you have a crush on the Freak or something.”
“I’ve had crushes on worse people,” Steve whispered back, a small smile lingering on his lips. “Good night, Eddie. I’ll see you in the morning so we can pick up our new baby.”
—
Steve was buzzing, which maybe wasn’t the most unusual for him as he was a morning person but it definitely had something to do with this project with a certain metalhead. It was exactly 7:06 in the morning when Steve drove his Beamer up the path of the Forest Hills trailer park. Getting out of the car, he began to walk up the path to Eddie’s trailer. As he took the first step onto the trailer’s porch a voice called out to him, “What are you doing here, boy?”
“Oh,” Steve said, startled. “Um, sorry for the intrusion sir. I’m here to pick up Eddie. We’re doing a project together for health class and he called me last night to tell me he accidentally let our kid die. We’re going to get a new baby— I mean a sack of flour from the store.”
“That damn flour child assignment?” The man questioned.
“That’s the one,” Steve said, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking on the balls of his feet.
“Well, I’m about to head in and go to sleep, I’ll holler at Ed for ya. You’re welcome to come inside and wait if you’d like. I’ll be surprised if the boy is already up and at ‘em. Usually takes a miracle to wake him up in the morning.”
Steve nodded, following who he presumed was Eddie’s uncle into the trailer. As they walked through the threshold, Steve could hear whistling and a low humming coming from a different room. “You already awake, son?” Wayne called into the trailer.
“Ah, yes, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie singsonged, still in the other room. “Steve Harrington is supposed to be coming by to pick me up. You see, I might have accidentally let our first child die. And I might have not slept a wink last night after a very pleasant phone call from— AH!”
“Steve’s here already,” Wayne chuckled as Eddie walked into the room, noticing Steve’s figure and cutting himself off from telling his own story.
“Hey, Eds,” Steve whispered, a small smile forming on his lips.
“When did you arrive, my liege?”
“I just got here a few minutes ago, I was talking to Mr. Munson out on the porch—”
“Boy, you better call me Wayne,” interrupted the older man.
“Sorry,” Steve said, sheepishly. “Wayne and I were talking outside. He wanted to make sure you were awake.”
“Though this feels like a dream, I can assure you I am most definitely awake. Now that you two are introduced, we need to go pick out our second child and the old man needs to get some sleep, off we go!”
—
“So,” Steve began as he started backing the car out of Eddie’s driveway. “How did you happen to kill James?”
“It was a most tragic event. I sat him on Gareth’s couch last night, all wrapped up like a bug in a rug. He was sleeping so peacefully, I rocked him and everything,” Eddie assured Steve, his hand reaching out to touch his arm before continuing. “But then, as I was working on my current DnD campaign, I hit a groove that I wasn’t expecting. I mean just going to town and creating scenarios that I know the party is going to be pissed about. As I grabbed the manuals I was looking for, I must have accidentally put them on top of Jimmy and then Gareth was acting like an asshole and began to hit me so I had to take matters into my own hands. Long story short, I threw him onto the couch and he landed on our baby. Good news is, he didn’t feel any pain. The baby, I mean. Gareth definitely felt some pain.”
“Rest assured our child died peacefully,” Steve choked out, in between giggles. “Only you, Eddie Munson, would admit to killing our child, do it with the most earnest story, and not even try to blame the accident on someone else.”
“I’m nothing if not honorable,” Eddie said, lips quirked up.
“Yeah, you’re honorable alright,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. Steve pulled into a parking spot, put the car in park and looked towards the boy in his passenger seat. “Alright, let’s go pick out our child. You will only have supervised nightly visits from now on. Until you can be deemed trustworthy again.”
“That is fair,” Eddie said, shaking his head before following Steve out of the car. “So what do these supervised visits entail?”
“Shut up, Munson,” He said, punching Eddie in the shoulder.
Side by side, they walked through the supermarket and straight to the baking aisle. As they approached the bags of flour sitting on the bottom row, Eddie grabbed the bag of flour sharing the same branding as their previous child. “I’m thinking we should name our new baby, Aragorn. I’ll probably call him Ari for short.”
“Eddie,” Steve said, releasing a sigh. “That name sounds like something out of DnD. Why that name?”
“You know DnD?”
“Um, yes… but I have no clue how to play it. It’s too much math and random things to remember. The kids I babysit like to play and you were just talking about it. It’s all very fantastical so a name like that would definitely stick out to me as DnD.”
With wide eyes, Eddie continues to stare at Steve, his mouth slightly agape. As the younger boy started to walk towards the cash register, Eddie trailed after him. “You’ve tried to play DnD?”
“A few times. But like I said, it didn’t work out for me.”
“Well, I’m going to try and recruit those pipsqueaks to my club to play with me and my friends. You’re also going to have to attend one of my sessions.”
“I could be persuaded,” Steve said, looking at Eddie before he grabbed the sack of flour he just paid for. “Come on, we’re going to be late for school.”
Eddie trailed after Steve, following him toward the blue BMW. “Lord of the rings.”
“What?”
“The name I picked out, Aragorn. It’s the protagonist of Lord of the Rings.”
“So I was basically right.”
“Yeah, Stevie,” Eddie said, letting out a laugh. “You were basically right.”
—
Steve had been fulfilling his fatherly duties the whole day. He brought the baby to all of his classes and in HomeEc, Steve passed the baby to his other father so they could “bond.” Those were Eddie’s words, not Steve’s. When the last bell finally rang, his next plan was to take baby Ari to the park and pretend to put the sack of flour in a swing. Even a sack of flour needed fresh air, right?
“Stevie!”
Hearing the nickname that only Eddie used made his head rush, Steve, willing the blush on his cheeks to down, turned towards the metalhead. “Hey, man, what’s up?”
“I barely got to see you today—I mean you and baby Ari today! Where are you going?”
“Oh,” Steve said, flustered by Eddie’s choice of words. Of course he meant the flour baby. “I was going to take Ari to the park to ride in the swing for the first time! Did you want to come with me?”
“Um, I want to say yes,” Eddie started. “But I can’t, I have band practice tonight. I would like to see our son tonight though.”
“Oh, okay, right. Here—”
“No, Stevie,” Eddie said, putting his hands up to stop Steve from passing the baby over. “I have supervised visits, remember? Do you want to come to band practice with me and bring our baby? To make sure I don’t get into trouble, of course.”
“Of course, I guess I can’t trust you with Aragorn alone yet.” He paused, a smile on his face as he pretended to ponder his decision. “I’d love to watch you and your friends practice your ridiculously loud music.”
“Yes!” Eddie cheered, turning away from Steve and pumping his fist in the air. “Can’t wait to have my two favorite guys there to support me! I’ll even get some headphones out for baby Ari.”
“I drove us to school this morning, can I drive you to Gareth’s?” Steve asked, trying not to think about what Eddie just said about him being one of his favorite guys. There’s no way this man thought about him the same way he did. Steve was definitely going to bring this up to Robin later.
“I’ve been giving Gareth driving lessons so I’ll ride with him, it’ll be good practice for the young padawan! Just keep our baby safe and I’ll lead the way,” Eddie said, winking at Steve before turning around and walking towards Gareth’s vehicle.
After quickly saluting the metalhead, Steve got in his car and began to follow him. This whole assignment wasn’t meant to make people fall in love but the last few hours had been the most domestic fun Steve has had in years. After Nancy broke his heart and stomped on it in front of the entire school, Steve had struggled with feeling fulfilled or worthy of this kind of attention. Robin would remind him how wonderful and deserving of love he was and that was great. It’s one of the best feelings when you find your best friend in this crazy world but he couldn’t help but ache for something a little more romantic. Eddie being so kind and actively wanting him to be around, when he could easily hate him for Steve’s past King Steve bullshit was not lost on him. He couldn’t help but fester his already pathetic lovesick crush on the boy.
Three minutes later, Steve pulled in behind Gareth’s car in an unfamiliar driveway. Once the car was safely in park and the car turned off, Eddie jumped out of the passenger side, walking towards Steve’s BMW.
“So what’s the verdict,” Steve asked, grabbing the flour baby and closing his car door. “Is Gareth a safe driver?”
“He’s got a lot of learning to go,” Eddie began as his friend scoffed in the back. “He’s getting pretty good though!”
Steve let out a laugh at Gareth’s reaction, stepping forward to become shoulder to shoulder with Eddie. A slight touch of someone’s pinky snapped Steve out of his daydream. “Follow me, Stevie,” Eddie said whispering. Glancing down at the metalhead’s pinky touching his hand, Steve felt his whole body catch fire and he did just that. As they walked into the house, Eddie led Steve through the entryway and into a side door leading to the garage. “You assholes are late,” came a voice in the garage, set up as a mini recording studio complete with couches, a full drum kit, rugs, amps, and microphones.
“Sorry, Gareth was driving and my baby daddy and love child followed us so we couldn’t rush too much,” Eddie responded with a shrug before walking over to the guitar stand to grab his guitar and plug it into the amp. “This is my sweetheart, one of the great loves of my life, next to Ari and you of course,” Eddie said lovingly, petting the instrument as he mumbled out the last part of his sentence.
With heat rushing to his cheeks, Steve pushed Eddie trying to turn his body away so he would miss the blush. From behind them, someone cleared their throat, making Steve jump away from Eddie.
“Ugh, hi,” Steve said, waving to the group of guys in front of him.
“Steve Harrington, didn’t expect you to willingly hangout with the likes of us,” a man holding a guitar, who Steve remembered as Jeff, said.
“I’m sorry for how I acted before in school, Jeff, not only to you but to Eddie, Gareth, and Doug as well” Steve said, hating how he could just never seem to escape the shit past he created. “That’s not who I really am and I’m trying really hard to prove that.”
“Good enough for me, a friend of Eddie’s is a friend of mine,” Gareth said. “Let’s get this show on the road, I have to go inside and babysit my cousin tonight. The parents are all going to Enzo’s to celebrate some big promotion of my Mom’s.”
“Let’s rock! One, two, one, two, three, four!” With a wink pointed towards Steve, Eddie began to play the guitar. Thirty minutes later, the band was taking a five minute water break and Eddie excused himself to the bathroom inside. “How’s the HomeEc assignment going?”
“It’s going good,” Steve said, shrugging. “Eddie is kinda ridiculously clumsy. Our first bag of flour, named James, was murdered by him last night. That’s why I’m here. He said he wanted to see the baby but I limited him to supervised visits with our new baby Aragorn.”
“Clumsy? Eddie?” Jeff questioned, causing Gareth to let out a chuckle.
“Aragorn?” Doug said, pointedly. “Can’t believe you let him name the bag of flour after a Lord of the Rings character.”
“Yeaaah, he seemed really excited about the name though. It’s kind of growing on me,” Steve drug out, a blush coating his cheeks before looking at the guys skeptically. “Is he not a clumsy guy though? We didn’t even have the bag of flour for 12 hours before he killed it.”
“You see that guitar over there?” Gareth said, pointing at Eddie’s Sweetheart. “Eddie has had that thing for three years, and he has never as much let it get scratched. If that man cares for something, nothing is going to happen to it.”
“Oh, he calls it his sweetheart, right?” Steve asked, Gareth nodding in response. Clearly he didn’t care about their love child as he kept calling it. “Right, I mean it’s a stupid sack of flour so hard to compare them, right?”
“‘Course,” Jeff said, giving Steve a small smile before Eddie bounded back into the garage.
“Ready to keep rocking?” He asked, walking over to where Steve was sitting and picking up baby Ari. As he scooped up the sack of flour, he began walking back towards his guitar, but as he turned, his foot got caught in the microphone wire. The quick motion caused Eddie to lose his footing and fall forward, the bag of flour falling out and onto the floor where it exploded open. “Stevie, I’m so sorry…”
“Honestly Eds, it’s fine,” Steve whispered as he looked between the pile of flour on the floor and the wide-eyed man in front of him. “I’m going to head home now though. I’m tired and I guess you don’t need supervision anymore if there’s no kid, right? You’ll be fine to get home on your own?”
“What? No, wait!” Eddie called out after him, following him to the front door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“I know, Eddie, I know you didn’t mean to,” Steve said, running his hands through his hair. “But fuck, it’s like you don’t even care!”
“You know that’s not true,” Eddie said, taking a step forward, reaching out towards Steve before dropping his hands.
“No, no I don’t. You’ve literally ruined two bags of flour in less than 48 hours. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Steve said, walking out the front door and hopping in his car to speed home.
With tears in his eyes and an empty home in front of him, Steve locked his car door and walked inside. After kicking his sneakers off by the door, Steve picked the phone and called Robin. He felt ridiculous. There was no way Eddie even had a crush on him so taking his lack of caring personal was on him. Robin had spent months reminding Steve that you can’t put expectations on other people…and look at what he did. He expected Eddie to suddenly like boys and care about this stupid classroom assignment. It really was just a bag of flour. What was the big deal?
“I think you’re being too hard on yourself,” Robin said through the phone. “Eddie Munson is a great guy but he’s never been the best at school and he’s not known as some crazy Casanova. Maybe he just has a fatass crush on you and he continues to lose his cool?”
“Yeah right, please don’t put false hope in my head,” Steve grumbled, flinging himself onto his bed. “It’s getting late though and I have a stupid headache forming so I’m going to go to sleep, Robs.”
“Steve, I love you. Please be kind to yourself. Talk to Eddie, he’s a good guy. Honestly, what if he’s afraid of your King Steve persona beating the shit out of him? Like it’s not easy to be a queer person especially in Hellhole, Indiana.”
“I know he’s good, Robin. Trust me… I wouldn’t hit him for anything, what the fuck. Everyone knows my reputation with getting in fights,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. “But you do have a point. I'll talk to him tomorrow. I love you too. Bye.”
—
Steve woke up with a killer migraine and way too much self-doubt to be considered healthy. Going through the motions, he showered, made a cup of coffee, and laced up his sneakers before slinging his backpack on his back and making his way to the car. He tried to drink some water while driving to school, hoping to ease the migraine. As he pulled into his normal parking space, he spotted Eddie’s rusted van parked a few spots over. The metal head leaning on the front with a baby blanket sitting in his arms.
“What the hell,” Steve whispered before exiting the car.
“Steven Marie Harrington, I am so sorry,” Eddie said loudly to get Steve’s attention.
“Eddie that is not my middle name,” Steve responded back at the same volume as he began walking towards the curly haired boy.
“Well that’s the best I could come up with,” Eddie said, cheeks warming up when Steve nudged his shoulder. “Look I’m—”
“I’m so—”
“Let me first,” Eddie said, causing Steve to look up at him, wide-eyed. “I am so sorry for last night, Stevie. I was so fucking clumsy and I didn’t mean to kill our second love child. Second. I’m such a fuck up that I’ve killed two sacks of flour.”
“You’re not a fuck up,” Steve whispered, looking at Eddie’s arms where the baby blanket rested. “I also don’t think you’re clumsy. The guys told me that you’ve never even let so much as a scratch on your Sweetheart but you’ve killed two sacks of flour so it has to be that you don’t care or something. Which I get. It’s a stupid school assignment. But I just want to do well, Eds.”
“I want to do well, too,” Eddie said, exasperated. “I went to the store this morning, bought our third baby. This one is going to stick because third times a charm. And I think you should name her.”
“Her?”
“It looks like a pretty princess, right?” Eddie questioned. “She gets it from her Dad.”
“Sure, Eds,” Steve said giggling. “I think we should name her Beth.”
“Princess Beth, has a nice ring to it.”
“Yeah it does, now hand her over, you’re limited to getting supervised time with her and that means that you can’t even hold her for a bit. We’re working back up on that trust.”
“Fair enough,” Eddie said as he let out a sigh. “Do you want to hang out tonight? Maybe watch a movie at my place? My uncle is going to be at work. We can do homework together too, work on this stupid report?”
“Oh, um…”
“We don’t have to,” Eddie said, backtracking as quickly as he could. “I need to keep working on my next DnD campaign anyway…”
“No!” Steve yelled. “I mean, no. I would love to hangout with you but I actually made plans with Robin and one of the middle schoolers I babysit, Dustin Henderson. We are going to Benny’s for dinner. Do you want to come with us?”
“Actually,” Eddie started before flinging his arm around Steve and guiding him towards the high school. “Benny’s with your girl and middle school bestie sounds fun.”
“Ew,” Steve said, wrapping his fingers around Eddie’s wrist draped over his shoulder. “Rob is not my girl. She is my platonic with a capital P soulmate. And Dustin is a little asshole who is too smart for his own good so don’t let the middle school part fool you, he probably knows more than all three of us combined.”
“I can’t wait, Stevie,” Eddie said smiling at Steve as they came to a stop in front of Steve’s first hour class. “I’ll see you in HomeEc?”
“See you in a few hours,” Steve said untangling himself from Eddie as the older boy began to walk away. Steve looked down at the sack of flour in his hands, “I am diving into deep waters, Bethie girl.”
—
Steve took a seat next to Robin in their shared U.S. History elective, the smile on his face and the sack of flour in his arms hard to miss. “You’re in a quite a different mood than the one you were in on the phone last night. Did your headache go away?”
“Actually, now that you mention it, I think it is gone,” Steve said, the smile still plastered to his face as he shoved the sack of flour on the table. “Eddie picked up our new child, this is Beth.”
“I think I’m going to drop out so I don’t have to do that stupid assignment next year.”
“Stop being so dramatic,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. “I also invited Eddie to eat with us tonight.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t like your tone,” Steve said, crossing his arms before narrowing his eyes at his best friend. “Why did you say it like that?”
“Last night you were crying about this boy probably not having feelings for you, now you’re giddy because he agreed to eat dinner with you, me, and a fourteen year old. You, my friend, are a dingus.”
“Shut up.”
“You need to either tell him how you feel or just find a way to move on. Do what I do, stare at your crush from afar and know that it’ll never happen. We can’t keep letting these crushes affect our entire mood. It’s not healthy.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Steve sighed, turning his attention to the teacher walking into the room. “I’ll try not to feel so much.”
“Steve, you know that’s not—”
“No, I heard you,” Steve said, cutting her off and effectively ending the conversation.
Two hours later, Steve was making his way to the HomeEc classroom. As he made the turn into the classroom, he was stopped by Tommy H. An arm wrapping around his shoulders much like Eddie’s this morning but lacking the same warmth and safety as Tommy spoke,“Heard you were partnered with the Freak for your baby project.”
“Eddie Munson is my partner for the Flour Baby project, what is it to you, Tommy?”
“Just don’t want you to get wrapped up in that cult of his. We used to be best friends once, I’m just looking out for you.”
“Get the hell away from me,” Steve said, throwing Tommy’s arm off of his shoulders. “I would much rather be partnered with Eddie in every school project than be forced to talk to you for even a second. He’s awesome and has been a better friend to me in the last five days than you were in our ten years of friendship. So take your energy somewhere else.”
“Whatever,” Tommy scoffed. “You know he’s gay right? It’s written all over the bathroom stalls.”
“I’ve never been one to listen to what the bathroom stalls say about others, but I’d still like him just as much if he was gay. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to class,” Steve said, before he mumbled under his breath. “Asshole.”
Steve entered the classroom right as the tardy bell rang. As he walked over to the desk that he and Eddie shared, he noticed that Eddie had not yet arrived. With a sigh, he sat down, placing Beth on the table and getting out his notebook.
“Miss me, princess?” Eddie asked, scooping up the bag of flour as he plopped down next to Steve.
“Well only a little,” Steve said automatically before he realized what he said. “I mean, Beth. Beth obviously missed her dad, quite a bit. Not me, I just saw you a few hours ago.”
“Aw, sweetheart,” Eddie said. As he watched Steve’s cheeks light up pink, he leaned in and whispered, “I missed you too.”
“Shut up,” Steve said, giggling and nudging Eddie away.
The rest of the class went without any hiccups. Together they began to write down their experiences and started the report that would be due the following week on Wednesday. Though they still had a few days left of this assignment, Steve was already feeling sad that it was almost over.
“Do you want to ride to Benny’s together?” Eddie asked, breaking Steve out of his thoughts.
“I have to pick Dustin up from school and Robin comes with me. She doesn’t have a car. You are more than welcome to join us, though?”
“Oh, um, I don’t want to take up your entire car,” Eddie said, awkwardly chuckling. “I’ll meet you guys there then?”
“Sounds perfect, Eds,” Steve said, eyes shining up at Eddie. He stood up, putting his stuff in his backpack before taking the sack of flour from Eddie right as the bell rang dismissing the class. “See you tonight, then?”
“Wouldn’t miss it!”
—
“Why did you invite someone else to our weekly Benny’s trip?” Dustin said, crossing his arms in the backseat.
“How do you know Steve invited Eddie, what if I did?” Robin questioned, turning to look at the younger boy.
“You, Rob? Eddie Munson is so not your type,” Dustin said, tilting his head to challenge the argument.
“Point taken, Steve did invite Eddie.”
“We are working on a project together,” Steve began. “I hung out with him a few other times this week and he’s been a lot of fun. I want to keep hanging out with him.”
“Are you into him? Like into him into him?”
“What?!”
“Because it’s okay if you are, you’re getting a weird goo-goo look in your eyes, the same one that I get when I talk about Suzie,” Dustin said, looking at Steve in the rearview mirror.
“I…I’m not sure,” Steve said, releasing a sigh. “I haven’t fully figured out my feelings” Total lie, I absolutely like Eddie Munson, Steve thought to himself.
“Well figure it out,” Dustin said as Steve put the car in park at the Diner, spotting Eddie leaning against his van. “That boy is also looking with the goo-goo eyes. Weird star-crossed lovers thing going on here.”
“Shut up, dork,” Robin said, turning towards Dustin and giving him a glare before hopping out of the car. “Eddie! Weird seeing you outside of band. How are you?”
“I’m great, Birdie! Excited to see King Steve in a new environment.”
“Hah!” Dustin barked out. “This man is definitely not a king. He’s the Tweedledum of the duo there.”
“I haven’t been King Steve in a really long time, Eds. I’m not that guy anymore,” Steve said looking down before turning and leaving the other three outside while he made his way into the diner.
“I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s a sensitive subject for him, Eds,” Robin said. “But, he’ll be okay. Let’s go.”
When they approached the table, Steve was sitting on the inside of the booth studying the menu as if he had never been at Benny’s before. “Are you trying something different today?” Dustin questioned as he scooted into the book next to Eddie, who was sitting directly in front of Steve.
“‘Course not,” Steve mumbled. Releasing a sigh, he looked at Eddie, sitting directly in front of him. “Hey, Dust, did you know that Eddie runs the DnD club at school? I bet he could run a campaign that even you couldn’t win.”
Watching the corners of Eddie’s lips twitch up, Steve felt the heat rush into his cheeks and down his neck. There was something so fulfilling about introducing people you knew would just get along so well.
“Are you a DM?” Dustin questioned, turning his body to fully look at the boy next to him. “Our DM is looking to move so that would honestly be perfect.”
“Yeah, man! I’m ruthless though, don’t think I’d take it easy on you,” Eddie said, looking back at Steve and winking. Grabbing onto their love child tighter, Steve forced himself to look away, choosing to look to Robin instead.
Two hours later, four burgers, three sides of fries, one side of onion rings, and five shakes later (Dustin just had to try two different flavors) the group were heading back to their cars. Robin and Dustin were arguing about who got to sit in the front on the way back to their respective houses but Eddie grabbed Steve’s wrist before Eddie had a chance to speak, Steve cut him off, “I have to drop these assholes off at their houses but would you like to come over? To work on the paper?”
“To work on the paper,” Eddie echoed, a small smile playing on his lips. “I’ll be there shortly, big boy.”
With his mouth agape and cheeks ablaze, Steve made it back to the BMW, facing a wide-eyed Robin and annoyed Dustin from the backseat. “Not a word, guys, not a word.”
“Thanks for finally introducing me to someone cool,” Dustin said, ignoring Steve’s warning. His comment caused Robin to reach into the backseat and slap the younger boy. Fifteen minutes later, Steve was pulling into his usually empty driveway to see Eddie’s rusted van sitting there, Eddie, once again, leaning against it. For the first time in ages, butterflies were swarming his gut. It’s now or never, he thought. In actuality, it would be smarter to wait until the end of the assignment, that way if Eddie wanted to kill him, they could avoid each other and forget it ever happened. Steve just didn’t think he could wait that long.
“Sorry it took so long, Dustin wouldn’t shut up about you. He gave me a list of things to tell you about the campaign you guys talked about,” Steve said, locking his car door and walking towards Eddie.
“He’s a cool kid,” Eddie said, reaching out his hands to take the sack of flour from Steve. “Not as cool as our kid though.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. He walked through the threshold of his front door, quickly ushering Eddie inside and shutting the door before taking off his shoes. Eddie followed suit, switching arms to hold the ‘baby’ as he took them off.
“You’re being extra gentle with Beth tonight,” Steve said, looking at the sack of flour cradled in Eddie’s arms. Turning around, Steve walked to the couch, nodding to Eddie to follow.
“I’m trying to prove to you that I care,” Eddie whispered, looking at Steve before taking a few steps to the couch and sitting down. “I care Steve.”
“Eddie,” Steve breathed out. “I know you care, I want us to do well on this assignment, I want you to do well with this assignment…”
“I’m not talking about the assignment, Stevie.”
“What?”
“I care about you.”
“Eddie,” Steve started, breathing turning heavy. “You know what your band told me the other night? You were the least clumsy person they knew. You were excellent at protecting what you cared about. Ensuring that nothing ever happens to your things.”
“That’s true, I’ve never let my sweetheart get a scratch on her. I’ve also never had a boy I’ve had a crush on not only in the same room as me but watching me play,” Eddie said, scoffing. “You can punch me and kick me out, make me finish the assignment on my own, I don’t care. The reason my friends haven’t been able to see me falling over the place, ruining things, is because I’ve never brought my crush around them!”
“You—”
“Yes! Stevie, I have the biggest, fattest crush on you. It’s absolutely ridiculous.”
“I can’t believe it,” Steve whispered, his hands coming up to rub his neck, a nervous tick he’s had for years.
“I’m sorry for making it weird, Steve,” Eddie whispered, rising to his feet. “Before I go, I wanted to say thank you.”
“Go? What? Where are you going? And thank you? For what?” Steve said, voice raising before he jumped up and grabbed Eddie’s hand, stopping him in his place. “I have a fat ass crush on you too, ask Robin. I was basically crying about it after your band practice last night.”
“Steve Harrington has a crush on little ole me?” Eddie questioned, turning his body back to face the younger boy and moving the both of them back towards the couch. “I didn’t even know that you were into guys?”
“I’m bisexual, Robin helped me figure it out last year,” Steve affirmed, sitting next to Eddie before turning towards him. “But thank me? For what?”
“I heard you with Tommy this afternoon, before HomeEc,” Eddie started. “No one besides the guys in my band have ever stuck up for me.”
“Eds…”
“It’s crazy because there are a lot of things said about me in this shit hole town, most are untrue. I am not a Satanist and I don’t run a cult,” Eddie said, turning towards Steve. “But I am gay. That part is true.”
‘Thank God for that,” Steve joked, leaning over to Eddie, lifting his head to meet his eyes. “Can I kiss you now?”
“God, yes,” Eddie breathed out. With a rush of adrenaline, Steve leaned up, grabbing the metal head’s cheeks before connecting their lips. “Wait.”
“Huh, what?” Steve said, feeling as though his hands were scalding hot and dropping his hands from Eddie’s face. “I’m sorry, did I misread this?”
“No nothing happened, you’re perfect,” Eddie reassured, rubbing his nose along Steve’s cheek and breathing his scent in. “I can’t kiss you knowing that I upset you earlier. What happened at Benny’s? What did I do or say to make you upset?”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Steve said, brushing it off.
“Don’t do that,” Eddie said, pulling back just enough to look in Steve’s eyes.
“You called me King Steve,” Steve whispered.
“Stevie,” Eddie began.
“No, it’s fine. I have to accept that I did shitty things and hurt a lot of people during my reign,” He said, pronouncing reign with as much disdain as he could. “But fuck, it’s like that only thing people can seem to remember me for no matter how much work I do on myself!”
“No that’s not—”
“Eddie, you don’t have to try and make me feel better. I know I was awful. The name haunts me and I know you didn’t mean it in a condescending way. I think it just hurt coming from you, someone I care about,” Steve said, looking down at his fingers intertwined with Eddie’s.
“Baby,” Eddie whispered, causing Steve’s breath to hitch.
“I like that one.”
“You like being my baby?” Eddie asked, his lips quirking up into a small smile before pulling Steve’s body close.
“Sweetheart, honey, love, Stevie,” Steve whispered, tilting his head up. “But yeah, I think I like being your baby the most.”
“You’re killing me here,” Eddie said, giggling as he tried to pull his hair across his face to hide. Steve reached up, brushing his fingers across Eddie’s cheeks before grabbing the metalhead’s hair from his fingers. Staring up into Eddie’s eyes, Steve found the confidence he had been looking for. Shivers rushed down his spine as their lips finally met, a small groan sounding in the back of Eddie’s throat.
Steve responded with the same hunger, dropping his hands to Eddie’s nape to pull him closer. His body melting into Eddie’s, Steve couldn’t help but drag his tongue along Eddie’s lip, asking for more, but still fearful that he was asking for too much. Eddie quickly responded, not allowing Steve the time to overthink, opening his mouth to give the younger boy enough space to finally break the barrier, finally taste him. Steve could feel his entire body light up, this is what freedom feels like, he thought to himself. Emotion clogged his head as he pulled away to catch his breath.
“What’s wrong?” Eddie questioned, his lips following Steve’s as the younger boy pulled away.
“I just—”
“C’mere,” Eddie said, pulling Steve even closer and wrapping his arms around him.
“I didn’t know it could feel like that…”
“Me neither, Stevie baby,” Eddie said, a small smile forming on his lips before pressing a kiss to the top of Steve’s head.
“We’re awful parents,” Steve mumbled into Eddie’s neck. “I think I might have forgotten Beth in the car.”
“No you didn’t, I sat her in the loveseat over there,” Eddie said, motioning to the chair in the far side of the room. “We literally talked about her before you got moony-eyed over me and wanted to eat my face off.”
“Excuse me, that is not how I remember that happening,” Steve scoffed. “If I remember correctly, you were also staring at me moony-eyed. And you’re the one who moaned first!”
“Who can blame me?” Eddie said giggling. “You quite literally kiss like I’m the most special thing you’ve ever touched, it made me feel weightless.”
“You are the most special thing I’ve ever touched,” Steve confirmed, leaning back into Eddie’s space. “Does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?”
“Do you want me to be your boyfriend?” Eddie asked, eyes wide.
“Never wanted anything more,” Steve responded, pressing kisses down Eddie’s neck.
“God, yes, Stevie, want you to be my boyfriend,” Eddie groaned, hauling Steve back up and bringing their lips back together. “Want you to be my best friend, groupie, boyfriend, baby daddy, want it all with you,” Eddie whispered, against Steve’s lips.
“Kinda soon don’t you think?” Steve asked, pulling back with a smile on his face.
“Not soon enough if you ask me, I’ve been pining for you since I was sixteen.”
“That’s crazy, I had a crush on you when I first watched you stand on a cafeteria table my freshman year,” Steve said, glancing up at the older boy. “So powerful and commanding but I could tell there was more to you.”
“Are you sure you want to be seen with me?” Eddie asked, getting quiet. “I would understand wanting to keep this between us and our friends for a while. I don’t want to make it harder for you at school.”
“Eddie Munson,” Steve began, face heating up. “I’m not embarrassed of you. In fact, I would shout it to the rooftops right now if it wasn’t ten o’clock at night. I’m lucky to be with you. I’m not embarrassed.”
“Okay, good,” Eddie said, settling back on the couch with Steve in his arms. “When we get married we will have to send Mr. Jones an invitation.”
“What? Why?”
“He single handedly set us up or at least pushed us together and allowed us to admit our feelings,” Eddie said, rubbing his hands up and down Steve’s arms. “If he didn’t do this, we would both pining for God knows how long.”
“Thank god for our love children and the flour assignment” Steve mumbled, turning around in Eddie’s arms before bringing his lips back to Eddie's.
Day 18!!! of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge has arrived!
Warnings: Swearing (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)
Word Counts: 0.9k+ Words
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader
You knew that to provide Eddie with comfort in times when you couldn’t say it, you would touch his neck, grab his hand, run your fingers through his hair, anything to provide physical closeness. Eddie, however, was struggling to find what you needed in those moments.
“Eddie,” Macy screamed, running through the house to find you and Eddie sitting together on the couch.
“What’s up, Macy girl,” Eddie said sitting up to accommodate your sister as she climbed up into his lap.
While you loved the relationship that Eddie had with your sister, you needed the space tonight. After a miserable day at work and a delivery of bad news from your boss regarding your holiday work schedule, you just wanted to cuddle up with your boyfriend. You did not want to accommodate other people or share your boyfriend.
“Eds,” You whispered, Macy burrowing her face into Eddie’s neck as he rubbed reassuring circles on her back, a comforting act that you wanted for yourself. “You stay here with Macy, I’m going to get ready for bed.”
Before Eddie could respond, you walked up the stairs and into your bedroom to get ready for bed. You were going to need to find the comfort you needed, all on your own.
A week later, you and Eddie were walking along Lover’s Lake, the rest of the party was back at the base camp that was set up for the camping festivities.
“I feel like I haven’t seen very much of you lately,” You whispered, looking up at Eddie as your grip on his arm tightened.
“I know, I’ve missed you,” Eddie responded, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, but I just-“
“Eddie,” A voice shouted from the camp. “We need your help, we’re trying to explain the D&D dice to Steve but he’s being a dick!”
“I have to go help the guys babe,” Eddie said, squeezing your hand before running off.
“Yeah, of course I’m fine,” You began, talking to yourself. “I just feel alone and it kind of feels like everything is falling apart. But don’t worry, I’m fine!”
Two days later, with the frustration and loneliness bubbling over, you found yourself alone in your bedroom with tears welling up in your eyes. Soft sobs racked through you as you pulled the pillows on your bed towards your body.
“Y/n?” You heard Eddie call through the closed door.
“Yeah?” You responded, trying to quickly dry your eyes and remove any evidence that you’ve been crying.
“What are you doing in here?” He asked, walking through the threshold and closing the door behind him. “Wait, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Eds,” You said. “It’s just-“
“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!”
“Hey Macy girl,” Eddie said, smiling at the little girl before picking her up and swinging her around.
“Will you come play with me? I gots a new Barbie!”
“Wow, Mace, that sounds incredible,” Eddie said before looking at you. Noticing you roll your eyes and bury yourself deeper into the mountain of pillows, Eddie continued, “I’ll come find you in a bit, Macy, I need to stay with your sister for a little bit, okay?”
“Okay! Give her kisses from me. Feel better, Sissy!” Macy cheered, walking out of the room.
“Why’d you do that?”
“What do you mean?” Eddie said, confusion painting his face.
“I mean, you’re good at taking care of other people, Eds. I find it hard to believe that you let Macy play on her own."
“You need me.”
“I’ve needed you for the last week too, though, and you didn’t seem to notice then.”
“Baby...” Eddie said, sighing as he pulled your body closer. “I’m an idiot. I could tell something was wrong but I just assumed you’d tell me what was bothering you?”
“I just wanted you to hold me and be there for me but I couldn’t hold on to you long enough to seek comfort before someone was pulling you away,” You said, wrapping your arms around yourself. Eddie, saw you closing yourself off and hauled you into his arms. “I love that you care about others so much, I just wanted you to be that for me too without me needing to beg for it.”
“I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you and you’ve been taking care of yourself all alone,” Eddie whispered into your hairline. “I’ll be better about making sure you’re okay...”
“I should work on expressing my needs too, though,” You said, shrugging before burrowing yourself into Eddie like Macy did the week before.
“So, tell me what’s been bringing you down,” Eddie mumbled, rubbing your back in the way you craved.
“Well,” you began... An hour later, you’ve finished breaking down the horrors of your job and the problem with your schedule. Together, you and Eddie fell asleep and for the first time in a week and a half, you felt lighter. The weight of your problems wasn’t weighing on you alone, in fact, they weren’t weighing on either of you since Eddie was able to help you find the bright side.
The next morning, you woke up, Eddie had already left for work but his side of the bed still felt warm. After brushing your teeth, you tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. But sitting on the kitchen table was a cup of coffee with the note, for my love.
“Oh, Eddie,” You whispered.
“I helped him make it,” Macy said, interrupting your thoughts with her giggly attitude.
“You did?!” You questioned, turning around to grab the little girl in your arms. And in that moment, you felt warmer and lighter than you had in a long time.
Day seventeen of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge has arrived!
Warnings: Swearing (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)
Word Counts: 0.7k+ Words
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader
“Hey, Y/n,” Dustin called from Steve’s kitchen. “Do you wanna play D&D with us next week?”
“I think I’d be free,” I called back.
Steve recoiled as he jumped off the couch. “Since when did you play Dungeons and Dragons?”
“She’s been playing with us since before you, Steve,” Dustin said as he came back into the living room. Steve looked between the two of you, confusion still plastered across his face.
“I’m sure you have hobbies that she doesn’t know about too,” Dustin said as he rolled his eyes.
“Well, I like to sing sometimes,” Steve whispered, looking at the ground.
“I’m not sure what’s happening right now,” I said, looking between the two boys who were having a weird nonverbal argument. “Stevie, baby, I know you like to sing. I hear you in the shower every night, it’s beautiful. I enjoy playing D&D sometimes. Why are you both being defensive?”
“The kids made a comment about us earlier this week,” Steve said, looking up to make eye contact.
“That’s not quite what happened,” Dustin said, crossing his arms as he prepared to start going in on Steve. “We asked him what you two like to do together and he said that you guys couldn’t be bothered with any of the ‘kid’ hobbies.”
“What are ‘kid’ hobbies, Stevie?”
“I just meant-“
“I know what you meant, Steve,” Dustin said, rolling his eyes again. “But it was rude, and it hurt my feelings. I’m not a child and you don’t have to enjoy doing everything I do but you don’t get to make me feel bad about them.”
“Steven,” I said as I stood up and wrapped my arms around Dustin’s shoulders.
“Look Henderson, I’m sorry,” Steve said, sitting back down on the couch. “I was insecure. Shit excuse but that’s what it was. You guys have these hobbies that you love and can do as a group. I don’t have anything like that and of course, instead of asking to join I just lashed out...”
“We’ll work on it,” I said, letting go of Dustin and moving towards the couch to sit next to Steve.
“The only thing I’m good at is ice skating and what kind of group activity is that?”
“I love ice skating!” You and Dustin said in unison making all three of you laugh.
“How about we go together? We can invite the rest of the party too. It’ll be fun to have people of all kinds of experience levels,” Dustin said, walking to the couch to sit on the other side of Steve.
“If we have enough people, we can even play a quick game of hockey,” I whispered, nudging Steve to get his attention before winking at him.
“You’re on,” He whispered back, placing a quick kiss on your cheek.
Three days later, the entire party was filing out of cars at the outdoor ice rink. Eddie groaned the entire way about how dangerous this was going to be, trailing behind the group. “Eds, I know you’re kinda nervous, but I can help you out,” Steve reassured quietly so nobody but Eddie could hear him.
“You’re not going to make a punchline?” Eddie asked.
“Cross my heart, no punchlines.”
Twenty minutes later, everyone had their skates laced up and were walking towards the open ice. Excited to be the first to skate on the freshly Zabonied ice, I raced ahead of everyone. Steve also had the same idea. He raced up beside me, grabbed my hand, and together we skated a lap around the ice careful to avoid the timid newbies as they entered.
After a few minutes of free skating, I raced over to the hockey sticks and pucks lined up along the side of the rink. Steve, noticing my actions, came over to grab his own. On a mission to demonstrate his stick-handling skills, Steve skated down the length of the rink, shooting a slapshot into the net. “Now that I know my man is a hockey pro, we’re going to have to make a point to skate more often,” I shouted across the rink.
His laugh echoed through the room, even over the sounds of skates and swearing. “Wanna see who has better stick-handling skills?” I challenged, raising my eyebrows.
“I’d say you,” Steve said before winking.
“You’re impossible,” I said, laughing as I skated away. I looked around the rink and I couldn’t help but smile. While Steve and I were having a fun little moment, everyone else was stuck holding on to the railing at the entrance.
“Okay, guys,” I began, skating towards the group. “Let’s learn to skate!”
It’s time for day 16 of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge! Day 15 was a free day and I used it to travel for Christmas so there will be no fic on the 15th. :) The next ten days of stories will be shorter than I have been writing…this is because I’ll be with family and I’ll have less time for writing each day. Forgive me! <3
Warnings: Swearing, *Slight* Allusions to Smut (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)
Word Counts: 0.7k+ Words
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader
You had seen a TikTok earlier today of something called the “Beckham Test.” In this video, the woman began playing “Islands in the Stream” by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers. As the song began to play, she began to dance and you quickly realize that if the man randomly began dancing with her, regardless of his moves, he ‘passed’ the test. You thought about how funny it would be to see Eddie’s reaction to hearing this song, a song that is very clearly not in his wheelhouse. So you set out to try the challenge discreetly, even if he didn’t dance, the challenge was so ridiculous anyway that it would give you both something to laugh about later.
With your mom and Macy still at your grandparents' until dinner, you had music playing all day as to not draw suspicion from Eddie. In preparation, you set your phone up on the window sill above the kitchen sink. As the music started playing, you started to hum and sing along as best as you could after only hearing the song a handful of times on TikTok.
“What are you doing in here, baby?” Eddie questioned as he came into the kitchen causing you to turn and look at him.
“Doing dishes and listening to some music,” You answered, as you turned back towards the sink to put your dishes down. This is the moment, you thought to yourself as you turned back to face Eddie while swaying your hips a little to the beat.
In the background you hear, Islands in the stream, that is what you are, there’s no in-between... and Eddie, your ever-confident and lovable boyfriend, grabs your hips and begins to sway with you. You giggled, knowing this reaction would be the one you’d receive but as you both began to lightly sing the lyrics to each other, your eyes grew misty.
“You passed,” You whispered, breaking the moment as Eddie looked down at you with a soft smile. A second later he noticed your eyes full to tears and his happy expression faded into one of confusion.
“What, sweetheart?” He questioned, his hands coming up to your face, thumbs swiping underneath your eyes to catch the tears that were beginning to bubble over your waterline.
“I saw something this weekend on TikTok about knowing the person you’re with is your person based on how they participate in this test,” You began mumbling, looking up into Eddie’s eyes. “I expected you to dance with me but it just made my heart all mushy.”
“Aw, did my girl get too overwhelmed with looooove,” He said, extending the word love in a way that he knew would make you smile and (hopefully) giggle.
“Shut up,” You said, pushing at his chest with no effort as a smile lit up your face.
“I’m glad I passed the test I didn’t know I was taking,” Eddie said, releasing you from his grasp and doing a ballerina spin toward the sink where your phone was sitting. “How about we get this party started, huh?”
“What do you mean?” You asked, stepping towards him as he began typing into your phone.
“I mean,” Eddie started as you heard the opening chords to the Black Sabbath song, ‘Paranoid.’ “We’re gonna dance, baby, but it is gonna be metal when we do it.”
Giggling, you began to headband while jumping up and down as Eddie pretended to shred on the guitar. Together, you started screaming the lyrics, your bodies jumping up and down with limbs flailing in all directions. You were so distracted that you didn’t hear the front door open and an excited Macy ran into the room.
“Metal dance party,” She screamed, causing you and Eddie to both stop your dancing, startled by the intrusion.
“Macy Macy, you’re back!” Eddie shouted, grabbing the little girl and swinging her around.
“Did you guys miss me?” She asked in between squeals.
“So much, sweet girl,” You said, ruffling her hair before walking over to your mom to greet her.
“What’s going on in here, my sweeties?” She questioned, as you pulled away from the hug.
“Your daughter was afraid I wasn’t actually her person, so we had a dance party and then a metal dance party to prove it,” Eddie said shrugging, Macy still giggling.
“He’s ridiculous,” You argued, rolling your eyes with a smile on your face. Your annoyance was not believable in the slightest.
“Well?” Your mom said, nudging your hip with hers as you both watched the other two dance around. “Did he prove himself as your person?”
Day 14: Morning Routine/Handiwork Around the House
It’s time for day fourteen of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!
Warnings: Swearing, *Slight* Allusions to Smut (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)
Word Counts: 1.3k+ Words
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader
You and Eddie had finally agreed, after the New Year you two would begin saving up money to move in to your own apartment with hopes that it would be by at least the middle of summer. With Eddie’s income working at the record shop and the money you’ve been saving from your job as a para in a school, you would finally save enough money to make a deposit on a studio or one bedroom apartment in Hawkins.
“I think we should practice living together,” Eddie randomly blurted as he played on your bed.
“You mean compared to what we have already been doing?” You said before laughing. “We already stay at each other’s places every night.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Eddie agreed, sitting up and putting his head on his hands. He stayed quiet. You could tell something was beginning to eat away at him, it wasn’t in his nature to have long bouts of silence.
“What are you thinking about,” You said, walking to the edge of the bed to sit down before nudging your shoulder against his.
“I really want to have a trial run of living together, like actually,” Eddie said, turning his body to face yours. “People fall out of love all the time and the find little things they hate about each other because of their living arrangements. I don’t want that with us.”
“Baby,” You whispered, now turning your body to face Eddie’s as you looked into his eyes. “We have been living a trial run, but if you want to make it feel more official, I can see if my Mom and Macy would give us the weekend alone? They might be able to go visit my grandparents or something.”
“We could decorate the house together for Christmas,” Eddie said, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he thought about the possibilities.
“I swear on my heart, I will not fall out of love with you based on your living habits. Shit, I already know how messy you are, Eddie Munson,” You mumbled, pulling his head towards you to press a kiss to his nose. “But if it will ease your mind, I’d love a little domestic moment between us.”
The next day you had asked your mom if she would be okay with giving you and Eddie the space for a “domesticated trial run,” as your mom was calling it. She eagerly agreed but Macy was extremely hurt.
“Why don’t you guys want me here with you?” Macy asked Eddie the night they were getting ready to leave.
“Sweet girl,” Eddie sighed, his eyes widening as he tried to determine the best way to approach this conversation. “You know we both love you right?”
When Macy acknowledged Eddie’s question, he continued, “We want to live together sometime soon in a place that is our own home that you can visit us in. We want to pretend that we are living together alone for a few days to make sure we’ll be okay. I need to know if you sister farts in her sleep or not.”
Eddie winked at you and your mom as Macy giggled at the word fart. “She does,” Macy said as she looked over at you before laughing harder.
“You’re such little traitor,” You said, stalking towards your sister to wrap her in a hug. “Be good this weekend, we’ll see you soon!”
“Have a good weekend, my lovelies,” Your mom said before she wrangled Macy into the car and drove away.
“Soooo,” You whispered, making sure the car was out of eyesight before turning to Eddie. “We’re all alone, in a big house, what ever should we do?”
“I want to fix the ceiling fan in Macy’s room,” Eddie said, before turning towards the house and beginning his walk back.
“What!” You shouted. “We are home alone and that’s what you want to do?”
“You’re incredibly sexy, baby,” Eddie said, chuckling. “And we’ll have plenty of time for that later, let me be the man of the house for a few hours.”
“I can not believe you,” You gawked. “Okay, go be the man of the house.”
Fist pumping the air, Eddie ran into the house and up the stairs to Macy’s room. As you began to follow him up the stairs, you could hear him banging around.
“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing?” You questioned as you walked into the room. Spread before you were tools that you had never seen before. Eddie had a pencil behind his ear and an empty tool belt on his waist. “You were left alone for less than two minutes!”
“Oh, I had all of this stuff ready when Macy and your mom left,” Eddie said, shrugging. “Can you go get me a ladder?”
“Jesus Christ,” You mumbled, walking out of the room to grab the ladder from the garage. After finding the ladder, you began carrying it up the stairs. As you approached the stairs, you could hear a faint singing sound coming from Macy’s room.
“We’ll know for the first time, if we’re evil or divine,” Eddie sang as you walked in to the bedroom. Placing the ladder against the wall, you walked over to Eddie and gently grabbed his face to press a kiss against his lips.
“Dio?”
“Dio,” He agreed, kissing you again. “Thank you for the ladder, I’m going to try and fix this fan now.”
“Mm,” You mumbled as you watched your boyfriend start climbing the ladder with a look of concentration. Quickly, the idea of Eddie being a little domestic handyman began to grow on you. There was the man of your dreams, putting in manual labor to fix your little sister’s ceiling fan. And, he was wearing grey sweatpants, your domestic dream. “You look incredibly sexy up there with your work face on,” You said, smirking up at the curly-headed boy.
“You think I’m sexy up here?”
“It’s definitely working for me,” You answered, proceeding to wink.
“What about when I do this,” Eddie said, flexing as he turned the wrench, tightening the fan to the ceiling.
“Yeah, baby,” You said, giggling at his macho display. “My big strong handyman!”
He chuckled as he finished fixing the fan. Before long, Eddie climbed down the ladder and jumped off the last step before dusting off his hands and presenting you with jazz hands. “I did it!”
“Macy is going to be so excited when they get home on Sunday!”
“Now imagine, five years from now, we’re married and our first child’s little dangly thing from their crib is loose. I’ll be able to fix it because that’s way easier than a ceiling fan,” Eddie said, matter-of-factly. There was no way to argue with his logic, fixing a mobile.
“We’re married in five years? With a baby?” You questioned, stuck on the fact that he was thinking so far ahead and he spoke so sure of your future.
“Well I’d like to think so,” Eddie said, his neck and cheeks heating up with a soft pink blush. “I’m pretty confident in our love.”
“Oh, my handsome boy,” You gushed. “Me too. If you’re so confident, why were you so worried about our ability to live together successfully?”
“Oh, I wasn’t,” Eddie said, shrugging. “I just wanted an excuse to show you how great it’s going to be when we do live alone. There’s nothing you could do, even farting in your sleep which you definitely do, that would make me fall out of love with you. But I also had to prove that I am capable of fixing anything.”
“I hardly think tightening a ceiling fan equates to the ability to fix anything,” You scoffed, before smiling at Eddie. “You’re sneaky but I love you. I’m excited for this weekend alone too.”
“C’mon, let’s go practice playing house,” Eddie said, scooping you up in his arms as you squealed.
“When you say, play houses do you mean?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna rock your world, baby,” Eddie said, huskily before dropping you on your bed.
Guys, I’ve made it to Day THIRTEEN!! of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!
Warnings: Maybe Swearing, *Slight* Allusions to Smut (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)
Word Counts: 0.8k+ Words
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader
The relationship with Steve, though new, felt natural in a way that brought us both comfort. So much so that sleeping over felt like second nature. It was not often that we found ourselves in separate beds. And even though I still lived at my parent’s house, we ended up splitting the nights pretty equally between our houses. Even though Steve was concerted at first he began to realize that my parents understood that we were both adults and we stayed respectful of their boundaries. Physical intimacy was always something I thought you found within sex. I realized though, the physical intimacy that I craved the most was feeling the weight of his body pressed against mine, no sex on the horizon, just comfort from each other’s touch.
There was something so beautiful in recognizing that, while the sex was extraordinary, it was not the most important part of the relationship. It didn’t compare to knowing that your emotional needs were being met and that you were an equal in the relationship.
I struggled with falling asleep on nights when we found ourselves at separate houses. I craved the comfort and feeling only Steve could provide when we shared a bed. Tonight, Steve was taking Robin and Eddie to a dive bar in the neighboring town, I decided to stay home because I had to work early the next day. But here it was, 1:30 in the morning with no sleep in my future. The bar had to have been closed or close to closing so I took my chances in calling Steve, hoping his voice would help me find comfort.
After six rings, I heard a voice on the other end, “Hello?”
“Stevie?”
“Baby,” He sighed out. “What’s wrong?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” I whispered in the receiver. “Missed you too much. How was your night?”
“I missed you too, baby,” He echoed. “Robin went crazy, the alcohol she drank tonight must have given her a personality change because she suddenly had the most confidence known to woman-kind.”
“Really?” I questioned, giggling at his excitement. “What happened?”
“She had three shots and decided that she found the love of her life, she walked right up to this woman, and within a few minutes they were making out, in front of everyone!”
“No way that was Robin,” I argued. She was a comically shy person in public but with our group of friends she was exceptionally outgoing, I was so happy to hear about her willingness to believe in herself.
“Oh yeah, so she left with her about an hour later and Eddie decided that he was going to sing karaoke but he was also three shots deep and it didn’t take long for them to kick him off the stage because he was hogging the mic,” Steve said, beginning to laugh at the memory he was sharing. “He took a few more sad shots and then I gathered him up and took him home.”
“Wow, that’s a quick night for you guys,” I continued whispering. “Did you have fun at least?”
“Oh yeah, I did,” Steve reassured me. “I would have had more fun with you there to make fun of Eddie with me.”
“You need to be nicer to him, be a better wingman,” I reprimanded.
“I know,” Steve sighed into the receiver. “I’ll be better. How was your day today and night?”
“It was fine,” I started. “My boss was on my ass about the new product and its layout for the holidays. I have to finish the setup tomorrow. Dad grilled some hamburgers for dinner and we watched ‘Wheel of Fortune’ after dinner. Some real party animal shit.”
“I hope your day at work goes better today, honey,” Steve said. “If it makes you feel any better, I work the late shift today so I’ll have to do all the restocking and cold calls to remind people to pay their late fees.”
My face fell, I had completely forgotten that Steve was working late today. “It doesn’t make me feel better.”
“Will you do me a favor,” Steve whispered back to you even though he had no reason to be quiet. “Tomorrow, when you leave work, will you come to my place? Stay with me?”
“Yes, please,” I said, releasing a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“I just sleep better when we are together,” Steve said, rambling. “You’ll be here for a few hours before I get here but all of your favorite snacks are in the pantry. If you’d rather stay at home, I get it and I could come to you. But if you’d rather have another night apart, I get that-.”
“Stevie,” I interrupted him. “I don’t want another night apart, I sleep better next to you too. In case you forgot, I couldn’t sleep tonight and I called you at almost two in the morning because I missed you so much. After work, I’ll head home to yours, I’ll even make you dinner for when you get home.”
“I love you,” Steve mumbled into the receiver. I could tell that sleep was starting to creep up on him. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”
“I love you too, handsome,” I echoed. “Get some sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Tonight though sleep came slowly, I found comfort in his words and that would be enough.
Day 12: Grocery Shopping/Somone sets off the fire alarm
Day 12 of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge is upon us!
Warnings: Maybe Swearing (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)
Word Counts: 1.1k+ Words
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader
Finally having a day off of work, I decided to spend the day running some unnecessary errands, Target, TJ Maxx, and Ulta. A day full of treating myself with a vanilla latte in hand. After I got out of bed, I took my time getting ready. I put on an outfit that made me confident but was also practical for an errand day. Once I was dressed and I finished my hair and makeup. I walked down the stairs hoping to find some coffee still in the pot from my parents so I could make an iced latte. Instead, I found Steve sitting at my kitchen table reading the newspaper that was undoubtedly left by my dad.
“Stevie,” I said, crossing the threshold into the kitchen and making my way towards him. “What are you doing here, I though you had to work today?”
“I was supposed to but Keith called to swap shifts with me for later in the week. Apparently they needed a manager to be there to sign for a delivery today,” He said, standing up to pull you in for a kiss.
“Mm,” I acknowledged, leaning into the kiss before breaking away. “Does this mean you want to join me with running errands today?”
“Only if those errands include grocery shopping, I need to get some things for my house,” Steve responded.
“I think I can make that work,” I said before smiling up at the boy. After telling Steve the plans I had for the day, I poured us both an iced coffee and we got into Steve’s car to head to our first destination, TJ Maxx.
“So what do we need to get here?” Steve questioned as you walked through the automatic doors.
“Oh, we don’t need anything. We are just looking to see if we see anything that we can’t live without.”
“That sounds like we are wasting time,” Steve wondered out loud, looking at me with a weird look in his eyes.
“It’s not wasting time, Stevie, it’s like a hobby, unnecessary but it brings joy.”
“Hm, okay,” Steve responded, not really believing it.
Together, we walked through the entirety of the store, I would pick up random items, asking Steve his opinion of them. Before long, his interest was piqued and he was invested in this ‘hobby.’
“Baby,” Steve said, garnering my attention before shoving a kitchen tool in my face. “Look at this, I feel like this is something we can’t live without.”
“Steve, I’m not sure we have a use for a loose-leaf tea holder,” I said, a smile overtaking my face at his giddy reaction. “Have you ever had a cup of tea?”
“No, but I feel like I could start.”
“And that is when we know it’s the to leave the store,” I said, grabbing the item from him and putting it back on the shelf. Placing my hand out for Steve to grab it, he signed before accepting as I dragged us out of the store.
“Next up is Ulta,” I said as he put the car into drive. “I have a few things I do need to buy so this is less casual browse and more of a get in and out situation.”
“Thank god, I know even less about makeup,” Steve breathed out.
“Well today is the day I teach you!”
A few minutes later, we pulled up to the Ulta. Steve got out before opening my door and together we walked through the second set of automatic doors today. “So I need to get more blush, mascara, and setting spray, just follow me.”
On a mission to get through the store, I quickly grabbed a basket and handed it to Steve, reminding him to follow me. I walked over to the Morphe setting spray and tossed one can in the basket. Then, I found the Fenty cream blush and mascara and tossed both of them into the basket. “Okay, handsome, let’s go checkout.”
“Let me get it for you,” Steve said as we approached the checkout counter.
“Babe, these are not cheap, I can get it.”
“No,” Steve argued. “They can’t be that bad. It’s probably what, $30?”
The lady at the counter let out a laugh. “It’s his first time,” I said, pointing at Steve. “It’s going to be more than $30, baby.”
“Your total is $82.37,” The lady at the counter said, looking over to Steve to see his bewildered expression.
“Yeah, I think I’ll let you get this one,” Steve whispered as I laughed and swiped my card.
“Let’s go get groceries,” I said as we walked out of the store and back into Steve’s BMW. The drive to the grocery store was quick and before long, I was pulling out a cart to follow along with Steve’s grocery shopping. “I’ll follow you, handsome!”
“Okay, let’s start with the produce,” Steve said, taking off towards the fruits and vegetables. He started grabbing his essentials such as spinach, avocados, bell peppers, carrots, apples, and bananas. Then he started walking towards the bakery.
“Why did you throw in everything bagels?” I questioned. “You hate them...”
“You love them,” He shrugged before throwing more items in the cart. You were thrown off. Of course he would be kind enough to get you your favorite bagel, especially with the increase in sleepovers. After hearing his reasons I mumbled out a quick thank you before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
With a deep blush forming on his cheeks, Steve turned away before heading towards the dairy section. As I slowly followed him over, he already had a few items in his hands. When I approached, Steve put sweet cream creamer in the cart.
“Baby,” I said, grabbing the creamer back out of the cart. “You hate this creamer, why are you trying to buy it?”
“You love it,” He said, shrugging his shoulder AGAIN.
“Steven,” I said sternly. “You have to let me buy the things that I need to use when I’m at your place.”
“Absolutely not,” he responded before walking away. Steve continued walking down the aisles, throwing in his essential snacks and things to make dinner, especially with his parents away. Once we began walking down the chip aisle, Steve grabbed the blue Takis, throwing them in the cart too.
“Steven, what are you doing, those are too hot for you!”
“You love them,” He reiterated. “I want you to be comfortable and have snacks and foods that you love whenever you’re with me. It’s my way of taking care of you.”
“Okay,” I whispered, abandoning the cart and throwing myself in Steve’s arms. As he secured his arms around me, I whispered, “Can we get some ice cream too?”
“Duh,” Steve said, smirking down at you. “It was already on the list, we just haven’t made it to the frozen section yet.”
“You spoil me, Harrington,” I said, leaning up to kiss him in the middle of the grocery story chip aisle.
“Mm,” Steve groaned, pulling himself away from me to respond. “I’d buy you ice cream and takes everyday if it brought that smile to your face.”
“I love you.”
“And I love you,” Steve echoed. “Let’s go finish up so we can go home and cuddle.”
“Errand day is the best day,” I said bumping my hips to Steve’s as we walked down the chip aisle together, Steve now pushing the cart.
We’ve made it to day eleven of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!
Warnings: Maybe Swearing (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)
Word Counts: 1.1k+ Words
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader
Eddie was very protective of his hair. It was one of the first things you noticed when you became friends. While Steve spent time styling his luscious locks, Eddie spent his time finding ways to keep his hair naturally healthy and that meant that nobody was allowed to put their oily fingers in his hair. “It will fuck with my natural pH,” He once said after smacking Gareth, who tried to give him noogie. Ever since then, everyone stayed away from the hair, fearing Eddie’s wrath.
During movie nights with the group, even before you two started dating, Eddie would run his fingers through your hair, slightly massaging your scalp as he did so. It was comforting and made your heart just sizzle and burn with affection. You quickly noticed that Eddie would do this whenever he wanted to express affection and be close when actual closeness was inappropriate. For instance, during a group dinner with Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and Steve. Eddie, with his arm around your chair, would bring his hand up to run his fingers through your hair, running his fingers through the strands before dragging his fingertips across your scalp. You leaned in to this behavior. Eddie’s love language was physical touch and it was his way of reminding you, ‘Hey, I’m here and I love you.’
The fact that your love language was words of affirmation sometimes threw him off and the conversation about it was frequent. “Do you still love me?” He randomly questioned as you both played on your parents couch, Macy asleep on the floor. You were so confused, how could this boy possibly think your feelings for him have dwindled even slightly?
“Of course I still love you, probably more today than I did yesterday,” You said, reassuring the poor boy as you grabbed his hand. From that moment on, you made it your mission to express your love with physical affection so he would never question the love you had for him.
The first time you purposefully used affection to reassure your boyfriend, you were eating dinner with your Mom, Macy, and your grandparents. Though they knew who Eddie was, they weren’t the most thrilled by your relationship upgrade. “What do you plan to do after you graduate this year then, Eddie?” Your grandpa probed.
Eddie tensed up beside you but before he could respond, Macy interrupted. “Eddie is a rockstar, Papa!”
“How do you expected to do anything with that kind of career, will you be able to financially support a family?” Your grandpa continued asking.
“Grandpa!” You scolded, shooting glares across the table.
“No, it’s okay, babe,” Eddie reassured you before continuing. “I love to think I’m the rockstar that Macy thinks I am but while I wait for those dreams to take off, I got a job working at the record store on Main Street.”
“And we are so proud of you,” Your mom said, smiling at Eddie from across the table. Noticing Eddie’s tight smile, you reached up, placing your hand on the back of his neck before giving him a slight squeeze. Keeping your hand there, you began lightly running your fingers along his nape. Eddie quickly relaxed, looking at you with a soft expression.
“The crazy thing, Grandpa,” You started, continuing the soft touch to Eddie’s neck. “Is that I will support Eddie in any endeavor he wants to do as long as he’s happy and passionate about it. If he becomes the next Ozzy, I’ll be at his show, side-stage, cheering him on. If he decides that he doesn’t want to be a rocker and instead he wants teach music, I’ll be at every recital or performance cheering on the best teacher there is. That’s what it means to support your partner.” You sighed, before looking at Eddie who, in returning his love language with yours, mumbled out a soft, “I love you.”
The next time, Eddie noticed your increased physical touch was during his graduation ceremony. Though it was Eddie’s third time as a senior, it was perfect as you two graduated together. As you sat next to each other on the chairs in the stuffy gymnasium, Jason approached the two of you. “Third time really is a charm, huh, Munson.”
“I’m not doing this with you today, Jason,” Eddie grumbled out. Noticing his normally bubbly personality begin to shrivel into the person that only Jason seemed to change him into, you grabbed his hand before wrapping your other hand around his arm. Finding comfort in your touch, Eddie took a deep breath before responding again, “Enjoy your day, Jason.”
“That was impressive,” You mumbled out, pressing a quick kiss to Eddie’s neck.
With a shudder, his hand found yours on his arm before he squeezed it. Eddie said, ”You made me feel stronger.”
“I’m always here to help you when you need it, Eds,” You whispered. “Let’s go find our families.”
And today, the rest of the party noticed too. Everyone was hanging out at Steve’s house for their weekly movie night. The couches and recliner full of bodies, you and Eddie opted to lay on the floor with you sitting up right, leaning against the side of couch, and Eddie with his head in your lap.
“I’m just saying that I think ‘Halloween’ is probably the best slasher movie ever,” Dustin said, shrugging.
“No way, ‘The Hills Have Eyes’ scared me for months,” Lucas argued. “It’s definitely better.”
“You’re missing Dustin’s point, Sinclair,” Eddie laughed out. “‘The Hills Have Eyes’ is scary but what makes ‘Halloween’ better is how diabolical Michael Myers is with his slow speed.”
“Exactly!” Dustin shouted. You laughed at their childish argument before running your fingers through Eddie’s hair, your fingers massaging his scalp with a practiced touch.
“What are you doing,” Gareth gaped.
“Hm?” You questioned, your fingers continuing their movements. “What do you mean?”
“You’re touching Eddie’s hair,” Gareth said, loudly with fear in his eyes. Eddie, who had fallen under the trance of your fingers popped up at the mention of his name.
“I did not know that was against the rules,” I said, glancing down at Eddie before looking at the rest of the group, who all decided to stop their discussion and look at you two.
“It’s not against the rules for you, baby,” Eddie said, grabbing your hand and putting it back into his hair. “It’s against the rules for those assholes who liked to fuck with me.”
“Hey!” Gareth argued. “You quite literally punched me in the shoulder last time I even came new your hair.”
“Yeah, and you’re not my girlfriend,” Eddie retorted. “Besides, when she does it, it feels like love and comfort. I’m not worried about what she might be doing or a punchline she might be making.”
Eddie loved physical touch and the innocent touches that you could provide, whether that was rubbing his back or massaging his scalp, provided him with the sense of safety and comfort. And you were more than willing and happy to provide that.
Day TEN (10!!!) of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!
Warnings: Swearing (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)
Word Counts: 1.5k+ Words
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader
“I have a crazy idea,” Steve blurted out as we were walking around the Christmas tree farm.
“And what does this crazy idea entail, Stevie?”
“Well, you know my parents are out of town again, right?”
“Sure,” I urged. His parents had left two days after our dinner at the country club. Mr. Harrington needed to be in Chicago for another weeklong conference and Mrs. Harrington needed to chaperone. Steve tried to hide his feelings about this with indifference but I could tell he was hurt. To ease his, clearly, anxious mind, I joked, “Are you trying to get me back to your place alone, Harrington?”
“That was not my crazy idea,” Steve said, coming to a stop. “But I can be persuaded.”
“You dirty boy,” I giggled, pushing his shoulder. “What were you thinking then, baby?”
“I want to host a Friend’s Christmas with everyone,” Steve said, turning to face you. “Potluck style because if we don’t specify those gremlins will think we are making everything. And we can all draw secret Santa names tonight when we are all at Eddie’s trailer for movie night. We can all meet next week with food, games, and gifts.”
“Aw,” I sighed. “A fun little family get together!”
“Exactly!” Steve said.
“I love it, and I think everyone else will too,” I said, before pressing my lips against his. Steve’s hands coming up to grip my waist as he pressed his body against mine. Reluctantly pulling myself away from Steve, I whispered, “If we don’t pick a tree soon, I think they’re going to think something happened to us.”
“I hate it when you’re right,” Steve groaned. “Let’s pick out a tree.”
After picking out a tree, Steve and I went back to house to put it up and begin decorating. It felt like looking into the future and seeing our life play out in front of me. It was refreshing and reassuring to feel the love and see exactly how it is shaping our future. If I could have told myself that this would be my Christmas season this year, I would have laughed. Funny how things work out.
Two weeks later, Steve was frantically running around the house, making sure the decorations were put in “the most perfect location”, his words. To prepare for the day, I prepped a tiramisu the day before so it was setting in the fridge. Today, Steve had tasked me with cooking the turkey and wrapping the presents. In our drawing, Steve had picked El and I had chosen Dustin.
Before long, people started arriving. As visiting Steve’s house had become such a constant activity between the party, we had all just stopped ringing the doorbell, coming in as we please.
“What’s up, I’m here!” Dustin yelled, walking in with Eddie, Lucas, and Max.
“So are we, loser,” Max retorted, pushing Dustin out of the way and making her way to me. “Hey, Y/n!”
“Hey sweet girl,” I responded. “Everyone put your gifts under the tree and bring the food into the kitchen. I will get it situated there!”
Within the next half hour, everyone else had shown up and Steve was finally sitting down, allowing himself to calm down. “Baby,” I called in to the living room, causing Steve to jump up and make his way into the kitchen. “Grab the plates and have everyone help you set the table. I could use two people to help me bring the food in.”
Giving me a quick nod, Steve rushed out of the room, Max and Robin taking his place to help me bring the food in. “Guys, give Steve a break tonight, I’m not sure why but he’s insanely stressed today. I think he just wants this to be perfect.”
Robin, laughing gave you a thumbs up as Max rolled her eyes. “He’s so dramatic,” She said, walking into the dining room.
“She’s got a point,” Robin agreed, bumping my hip with hers as she followed Max.”
“As if I don’t know that,” I whispered out, grabbing what was left and following them. As I got to the dining room, everything was set up to start digging in.
“Before we start,” Steve began. “I wanted to tell you guys how thankful and proud I am to call you guys my family. We’ve been through the most challenging times but we always find a way to be there for each other and I couldn’t love a group of people more. And everyone needs to thank Y/n for what she did to set this up tonight.”
“What? Steve,” I said, involuntarily giggling. “No way, you put this all together. I love you guys too but Stevie was the mastermind behind this.”
“Oh my god,” Mike groaned. “Everyone loves everyone, can eat now, Dad? Mom?”
“Did he just call us-“
“We’ve been calling you Mom and Dad now for like a year,” Dustin interrupted before grabbing some turkey. “You guys act like a married couple and you take care of us like we’re yours. It’s a thing.”
“Did you hear that, honey?” Steve asked, mockingly. “It’s a thing.”
“Well in that case, eat your vegetables or you’re grounded,” I joked out, everyone laughing except for El who grabbed more green beans.
After dinner, we all decided to pass on the dessert for the moment. The idea of presents looming in the back of everyone’s mind was causing everyone to get antsy. Once the kids helped load the dishwasher and Robin, Nancy, and I loaded up to-go containers for everyone to take tonight, we all settled in the living room.
“Oldest gets to start,” Eddie said, causing everyone to groan and roll their eyes. “Hey, I don’t make the rules.”
“Okay, Eds, you’re first,” I said laughing. “Who had Eddie?”
Mike stood up, grabbing the gift he brought and handed it to Eddie. With a childlike reaction, Eddie shredded the paper and destroyed the box to find a Monster Dungeon Master kit that had a new booklet of monsters, monster tokens, and a new dungeon master screen. “Thanks, man! I’m going to use this to crush you guys when school starts again!”
“Jesus Christ, Mike,” Dustin groaned. “We will never have a chance.”
“That’s the point, Henderson,” Eddie said, slapping Dustin on the back. He grabbed his present before handing it to Steve, “I had ole Stevie.”
Steve, grabbed the gift, his face lighting up with excitement. Quickly pulling the paper out of the bag, Steve was met with a can of Farah Fawcett spray and a new Queen cassette. “Thanks man, I know the hairspray is a joke but the jokes on you because I needed a new can.”
“I know, I checked,” Eddie said as he barked out a laugh.
“Shut up,” Steve mumbled, his cheeks turning red. Steve leaned over, grabbing a small wrapped package and handed it to El. With slow hands, El began peeling the paper back.
“Makeup!” She said excitedly. “Mike, I can put this on you too!”
“No makeup for me, El,” Mike said, shaking his head.
“I don’t know, man,” Steve said, shooting Mike a smile. “I think she’d make you look beautiful.”
“You’d be so beautiful,” El confirmed before grabbing the gift she brought and handing it to Jonathan. El had gifted him with new film. Before long, Robin was handing me the last gift that was under the tree. As I opened it, I was speechless.
“Robs,” I muttered, grabbing the photo album.
“It’s a scrapbook, I’ve been saving things that we have done as a group and that you’ve mentioned doing with Steve. Once you guys finally got together, I thought it was the best time to gift it to you. Figured it might be meaningful one day. I was playing the long game.”
“This is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me,” I choked out, wrapping my arms around her. Every memory and moment that we could document in ticket stubs, photos, receipts, and notes were in the album with the last bit of the book open for future events.
“There’s more,” She said sheepishly as we pulled away from each other.
I quickly reached in to the bag, pulling out a sweater. “Oh my god,” I squealed before looking at Steve. “Baby, now we can match!”
“I know how much you love his yellow sweater,” Robin said, laughing. “Can you guys go to J.C. Penny’s and take Christmas Card photos wearing them?”
“I’d love absolutely nothing more,” I gasped, leaning across the circle to grab Steve. “Babe, do you want to?”
“Of course I do,” Steve responded quietly as to not cause a scene with the party.
“Can we come too?” Dustin asked. “It can be a whole family affair.”
“Mom and Dad need some time away from the kids sometimes,” Steve groaned.
“We have to take them, Stevie, we can’t leave the kids out.”
“You’re the best parents ever,” Robin screamed, causing everyone to laugh and echo the sentiment.
“We have the best kids ever, don’t we,” I giggled, leaning in to Steve.
“Yeah, yeah,” He agreed, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead.
“Can we get some dessert now?” Argyle asked. “I’m starving.” Everyone else, agreeing with Argyle, got up and started heading to the kitchen.
“Let’s go, handsome,” I whispered, turning to look at the boy beside me.
“Give me a second, it’s our first minute alone since our children got here,” Steve sighed. “Let’s enjoy it.”
“Okay,” I sighed back, relaxing into Steve’s side as I looked into the kitchen, watching everyone talk and serve themselves dessert. This family was perfect, flaws and all.
Day nine of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!
Warnings: Maybe Swearing (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)
Word Counts: 1.4k+ Words
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader
“You’re joking,” You said, wide-eyed and shocked. “You have never sat on Santa’s lap, ever?”
“Why are you surprised, Y/n,” Dustin said, laughing at your surprise. “Can you really picture Eddie, the most metal person ever, sitting on Santa’s lap?”
“I’d pay to see it happen,” Steve snorted, nudging Robin.
“You can pay me, Stevie,” Macy, your younger sister said, jumping from Eddie’s lap. “Eddie, I can go with you to see Santa if you’re scared. He’s a really nice guy, he smells like gingerbread!”
“You should make Steve pay all the time, love bug. Especially when he’s being mean,” Eddie mumbled, glaring at Steve before sticking his tongue out at him. “I’ll go with you to see Santa, though.”
“You’re too sweet to her,” You whispered, watching your sister’s face light up before she turned to run from Dustin as he tried to tickle her.
“Nah, it’s just how she should be treated,” Eddie responded before putting a kiss on your head. “We better get dressed to go to the Christmas fair, guys!”
“Yay!” Macy shouted, running around the room to find her shoes and coat. “I wanna sit in the car with Dusty and Will!”
Once everyone decided which car they would be riding in, everyone quickly got into their ride and took off towards the fair.
“What are you most excited to do, Macy Mace?” Will asked Macy, as she squealed in the back with excitement.
“I want to see Santa, duh,” Macy giggled, before continuing her list of must-sees. “Then we have to try the hot cocoa, ice skating, eat homemade popcorn, decorate the sugar cookies, race the elves-“
You quickly interrupted the five-year-old, “Mace, remember we have to take it slow, there are lots of other people with us and we have to take turns letting other people pick too.”
She released a giant sigh. “Okay.”
Before long, everyone had pulled into the parking spaces at the Christmas fair, and with your hand wrapped tightly around your sister’s and your other wrapped around Eddie’s, you guys braced yourself for the mayhem that was bound to ensue with a manic five-year-old.
“Let’s get some hot cocoa first, Mace,” Dustin said, reaching out for her hand.
“Yay,” She cheered for the second time today, as she let go of your hand to find Dustin’s.
“Are you really going to sit on Santa’s lap?” You questioned up at the metal head.
“Oh yeah, he is,” Robin said, giggling. “I’m going to make sure of it.”
“If you guys want to make fun of me for finally taking a piece of my childhood back with a five-year-old who is full of Christmas spirit, that’s fine,” Eddie said, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m going to enjoy it and not regret a thing. I intend to make this a day that Macy remembers.”
“It will certainly be one that I never forget,” Steve retorts, grabbing Eddie’s shoulders as Macy and Dustin return with their hot cocoas.
“How’s that hot chocolate, sweet pea,” You question, noticing the amount of chocolate around Macy’s mouth.
“So yummy,” she mumbled back, busy drinking the warm drink.
“I’m sorry, Y/n,” Dustin said, sheepishly. “We made a bit of a mess."
“Don’t worry about it, Dusty,” You said back, ruffling his hair. “I expected her to get messy today, it’s the way that I can prove she’s had a great day.”
“Santaaaaa!” Macy screamed out, quickly giving you her hot chocolate as she ran.
“Eds,” You quickly grumbled. “Please follow with her, I can’t run with the hot chocolate.”
Eddie quickly jogged over to where Macy was standing, wide-eyed and mesmerized by the giant man sitting on a chair surrounded by elves. “You ready to get in line? We have to wait our turn,” Eddie said, touching Macy’s head to get her attention.
“Let’s go, let’s go!”
Twenty minutes later, Eddie and Macy were next up in line. The excitement was radiating off of Macy in contagious waves. For the first time Eddie could remember, he was nervous in a little kid's way.
“Mr. Santa!” Macy cheered, approaching the man in a red suit.
“Well, hello dear,” Santa said. “What is your name?”
“My name is Macy, and this is my sister’s boyfriend, Eddie. He has never met you before so I wanted to introduce you guys!”
“Nice to meet you Eddie,” Santa said, smiling at Macy’s excitement. “Macy, what would you like for Christmas.”
“Eddie has to sit on your lap too,” Macy said, ignoring his question. “It’s tradition.”
“Mace, I think I’m too old and too big,” Eddie said, softly smiling at the little girl.
“No,” Macy argued. “Santa, he has to!”
“You can sit on my knee too, Eddie,” Santa said, trying to de-escalate the situation.
Eddie released a sigh before lowering himself onto Santa’s thigh, careful not to put too much weight on the gentleman. “I already sent you my Christmas list,” Macy rambled. “The highlights are a new easy bake oven and a bike. Eddie, what did you want to ask Santa for?”
“Uhm,” Eddie started. After having never been asked this question, he could not think of any materialistic things that would make him happier than the people surrounding him right now. But to please Macy he said, “I would love a new guitar strap or an amp.”
“Well you two, from my list I can see that you have both been very good this year. I will see what my elves and I can do for you,” Santa said, patting each of their backs.
“Thank you, Santa,” Macy cheered, climbing off the man’s lap and grabbing Eddie’s hand.
“Yeah, thank you Santa,” Eddie echoed. Santa shot him a wink in response. The rest of the crew, who were watching from beyond the line, called out as Macy ran up to them.
“Stevie, you have to pay me money now! I love the Christmas fair!” She cheered pointing a finger at Steve before she turned and started babbling away to Jonathan and Argyle about how they needed to decorate sugar cookies, now.
“How was Santa’s lap?” Mike joked out, causing you to lightly smack the back of his head. “Ow, what was that for?”
“Being a little jerk,” Nancy responded before you. “Come on guys, the show is over, let’s go get the homemade popcorn.”
Eddie, hanging behind the group a big, gently pulled your hand to get you to slow your pace. “How was that, Eds?”
“Felt weird,” He responded quietly. Realizing how he must be feeling, you didn’t push, instead, you stopped walking and pulled him into you.
“You deserve some cookies and hot cocoa, mister,” You mumbled wrapping your arms around his waist, tightly.
“Please,” Eddie sighed, his body melting into yours. Hand-in-hand, you walked with Eddie towards the others to check on Macy before getting Eddie hot chocolate. “Thank you,” Eddie said, smiling down at you as you handed him the warm drink.
“Anything for you my love,” You responded. “Now let’s go get find the sugar-crazed Macy and see if she’s ready to go home!”
After hours of playing at the Christmas fair, and Macy being so tired that Eddie had to carry her, everyone decided it was time to head home. Jonathan drove El, Argyle, Will, and Lucas home and Steve took Nancy, Robin, Mike, and Lucas. Dustin and Max rode back with you, Eddie, and Macy. After dropping everyone off at their houses, Eddie pulled your car into the driveway.
“I think my mom is inside, Eds,” You whispered to the boy as he was getting your sister out of her car seat. “If you want to put her in her bed and meet me in the living room, we can watch a movie?”
“Sounds perfect,” He whispered back. You closed the car doors behind him before racing around to get the front door too. Your mom greeted the three of you before ushering Eddie upstairs to tuck Macy in after him. You walked into the living room, turned on the TV, and got some blankets out before sitting on the couch.
“I think a piece of my childhood was given back to me today,” Eddie said to you as he walked back into the living room where you were sitting. “I can’t thank you or your sister enough for allowing me that space to feel that.”
“Oh, baby, come here,” You choked out, making grabby hands towards Eddie. As he found his space beside you, you pulled his body into yours, dragging your nails along his scalp. “I feel so lucky that you feel safe enough with us to let yourself have these moments.”
“Can we go back to the fair next year too? Make it a tradition?” He asked, looking up at you with a child-like twinkle in his eyes.
“Our own traditions,” You whispered, mostly to yourself. “I would like that.”
Day 8: Lazy morning/Comforting them during a storm
I present to you…day eight of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!
Warnings: Swearing, *slight, very slight, if you squint* Allusions to Smut (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)
Word Counts: 2.3k+ Words
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader
A/N: I was uninspired to write about a literal storm so I wrote about a small "storm" in the relationship, enjoy! :)
I had known Steve Harrington for years so I was no stranger to his parents' repulsive behavior and treatment towards him. That’s part of the reason we grew so close when we were younger, my parents saw that Steve needed to be cared for and they had enough love to go around. What they failed to see, and what I often had a front-row view of, was how much Steve still tried to make them proud. He just wanted them to see him for who he was. Even if he knew he would be left feeling like a hollowed-out shell of himself afterward.
The holidays always perked him up because he saw it as a chance to try with them again. I knew, after years of watching this happen, that I needed to be there to not only support his decision but be there to catch him if it all went south.
“Babe,” Steve yelled, I could hear him running up my driveway to the front door. I got up, walking to meet him at the door as I heard him continuing to yell my name.
“Hi handsome,” I said, smiling as I opened the door to greet his smiling face. “What’s got you in such a great mood today?”
“My parents are going to be home tonight, I thought it was the perfect time to introduce us as a couple to them!”
His usually cold exterior towards his parents had clearly been a front to help mask the pain and resentment he felt towards their treatment of him. I knew this but I also knew that if I could not be another person in his life that failed to support him. “Okay, baby,” I sighed, trying my best to put on a smile. I wanted to do everything in my power to make sure that this was going to be a good night for Steve. He would get the approval he was looking for and it might not be perfect but it would do.
“They wanted us to meet them at the country club tonight at 7, I figured I could come back around 6:40 to pick you up.”
“That sounds great, Stevie,” I said, stepping forward to wrap my arms around him. “I will be ready then. Shouldn’t you be at work by now?”
“Yes,” Steve said, I could hear him rolling his eyes as he spoke. “Robin is manning the fort so I could come talk to you.”
“Not that I don’t miss you when you’re not here, but you could have just called me,” I said, lifting my head off of his chest to look at him.
“I wanted to see your pretty face for a minute.”
“Okay, you cheeseball, get back to work! Robin is probably going to make you repay her with a giant favor if you take too long.”
“Shit,” Steve grumbled, jumping to run back to his car. As he opened the door, he shouted out, “I love you!”
“Mom,” I called into the house, as I shut the front door. “I need to talk to you.”
My mom, sitting on the couch in the living room perked up. “What is it hon?”
“Steve is telling his parents that we are dating tonight, I don’t know what to do to ensure they don’t find a way to belittle him over us.”
“Oh hon,” My mom sighed, getting up off the couch and walking up towards me. “You can’t prevent their reactions. Be there for Steve regardless. He’s not trying to prove your worthiness, you know that. He’s looking for some validation and approval from them about his choices. They are going to react how they’re going to react, just be there to comfort Steve in whatever way they do.”
“I know,” I mumbled, looking at my feet. “I just want to protect him.” The boy had the biggest heart ever and it was not fair that his parents just ripped it to shreds whenever they decided to make an appearance.
“By supporting him, giving him the love he deserves, you are protecting him. You’re showing him that even if he doesn’t get the kind of love and support from everyone, he gets enough from you and his chosen family to fill the void.”
She was a smart woman, my mother. And of course, she was right. I gave her a quick hug, shaking the feeling of impending doom as I got to work ensuring that this night was going to go well, regardless of whether or not his parents helped with that. I drove to the grocery store, picking out flowers for both Steve and his mom (boys deserve flowers too!).
“Eddie,” I said into my phone, as I was walking the aisles in the grocery store. “What are you doing right now?”
“Dustin and I are discussing new ideas for our next D&D campaign.”
“So you’re not that busy, bring Dusty and come to the grocery store, please!” I quickly said before hanging up the phone, leaving him room to argue. About 10 minutes later, you heard the chatter of both boys as they entered the store.
“Y/n!” Dustin cheered, walking up to you.
“Hi, Dusty! I’ve missed you guys!”
“Why did you want us to meet you here?” Eddie asked as he wrapped you in a hug.
“I need you to go buy me a bottle of Champagne. Steve is introducing me to his parents as his girlfriend tonight and, regardless of if it goes south or not, I want to prepare a nice moment for us afterward.”
“I know,” I grumbled. “I have the money, Eds. I need to buy the other things I found but grab whichever bottle you can get with the $10. Dusty, you can come with me while Eddie grabs that!”
“You just needed to use me for my legal age?” Eddie said, feigning anger, before breaking out in a giant grin. “That’s well done, sweetheart.”
“I know, now hurry up. I’m on a tight schedule here, sweetheart,” I mocked back.
After purchasing the champagne, Eddie and Dustin helped me load everything into the car before wishing me a bit of good luck. With a few hours before Steve was to pick me up, it was time to get ready. I performed an everything shower, picked out a dress that I was sure his parents would approve of, put on my makeup, and quickly dried my hair giving it a blow-out look.
“Honey,” My mom called up the stairs. “Steve is here, looking handsome as ever.”
I ran down the stairs, the champagne securely in my bag and the flowers in my hands. “Baby,” Steve whispered, watching me as I came down the stairs.
“Hi handsome,” I whispered back as I crossed the room to wrap him in a hug. “I got these for you.”
His lip wobbled as he took the flowers from me. “No one has ever gotten me flowers before.”
“And that’s a damn shame, I promise to get you as many flowers as you can hold,” I said, gently grabbing his face to place a kiss on his cheek. “We better get going so we are not late.”
We walked outside, hand in hand, as we walked towards the BMW. Steve opened my door, ever the gentleman, before getting into the driver’s side. The ride to the country club was quiet, I could see how nervous Steve was as he gripped the steering wheel with both hands.
“Hey,” I said quietly, to not disturb the fragile state of the car. “Whatever happens tonight, I love you. You know that, right?”
“I know honey,” Steve said, his lips quirking upwards. “I love you too.”
After pulling into the parking spot, Steve opened my door and we walked into the club hand-in-hand. Spotting his parents quickly, we made our way over. As they spotted us, they both stood up. “Steven,” his mom said, breaking the silence. “It’s so great to see you.”
“Hi mom, dad,” Steve said, acknowledging both of his parents. “You remember Y/n? She is my girlfriend now.”
“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington, it’s so nice to see you guys again,” I quickly said, noticing my queue from Steve to talk. Finally finding my words, I reached the flowers out towards his mom, “Mrs. Harrington, I brought these for you!”
“Thank you dear,” Mrs. Harrington said. “They are beautiful.”
“Yes, well why don’t we all sit down now,” Mr. Harrington said. “Are you still working at that video store, Steven?”
“Um, yes,” Steve said slowly, the conversation already turning in a negative direction. I placed my hand on his knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Steve took a deep breath before continuing before his dad, “I’ve been talking to Keith lately and he’s thinking about promoting me to Manager. It’s not what I want to do long-term but the pay will be better and it will give me a cushion me while I figure out what I want to do.”
“Well,” His dad began, turning his nose up in the air. “You could just come to work with me-“
“He would be so unhappy, Mr. Harrington,” I interrupted, instantly noticing my mistake. “I’m sorry, it’s just Steve is incredibly talented and he should be able to do something that he finds fulfilling.”
“I think that’s a great point, sweetie,” Mrs. Harrington said, sensing the switch in attitudes.
“He’s wasting his time,” Mr. Harrington said, looking at Steve as he spoke.
“Maybe that’s true,” I continued, my grip on Steve’s knee tightening as he placed his hand on top of mine. “Does not change the fact that this is his life and not yours. Support his decisions. If you do that, you’re going to quickly recognize how much your son has to offer.”
“Are you insinuating that I don’t support my son?”
“Dad-,” Steve began before he was interrupted.
“No Steven, I am asking your girlfriend.”
“Mr. Harrington, with all due respect. Steve and I have been friends for years so I know you know my name,” I started, Steve looked at me with an unreadable expression. “I’m sorry if I’m overstepping, Stevie, but Mr. Harrington I am saying you don’t support him. If you did, you would understand that his ambitions are not the same as yours. But his ambitions are beautiful and he has the talent and drive to accomplish anything he wants to.”
“Y/n,” Mrs. Harrington said, placing her hand on the table as she reached for mine. “I love how much you care for our son-“
“But-“
“No buts, John,” Mrs. Harrington said, interrupting her husband. “Steve you can do great things, we just want to see them happen.”
“They will, Mom,” Steve said, breathing out a sigh of relief. “I’m taking everything a step at a time. Just be patient with me.”
“You kids should go enjoy your night,” Mrs. Harrington said, smiling at us as I grabbed Steve’s hand in mine.
“Thank you, Mom,” Steve said, standing up to hug his mom and shake his dad’s hand.
“It was lovely to see you again, Mrs. Harrington, Mr. Harrington,” I said, hugging his mom and shaking his dad’s hand as well. Steve grabbed my hand, staring at me the entire time I pulled him out of the country club restaurant.
“What the fuck was that,” Steve questioned, giggling as we approached his car.
“That was me, supporting and advocating for you,” I whispered, afraid he might be upset.
“Thank you,” He whispered back, gently pushing me back so I was against his car. “That was both the hottest and nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“You’re not mad?” I asked, bringing my hands up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I was afraid I was overstepping.”
“No,” Steve grumbled, his lips ghosting over mine. “I’ve never felt so cared for. I felt like we were a team.”
“We are a team, baby,” I agreed, bringing our lips together. This kiss felt different, more electrically charged. Steve pressed his body against mine and for the first time in a while, I felt him, all of him. “Stevie,” I moaned out, pulling him even closer.
“I love you, baby,” Steve mumbled as he continued kissing me but trailing the kisses down my neck.
“I love you too,” I breathed out, my mind getting foggy before I remembered the rest of the surprise. “Steve, wait.”
“What’s wrong,” He said, instantly stopping and looking at me with fear in his eyes. “Did I do something?”
“No baby,” I responded, gently touching his face before placing a kiss on his cheek. “I just have one more surprise for you and I’m afraid if we continue I’ll forget.”
“Oh?” Steve questioned, raising his eyebrows. “For me?”
“Yes, for you,” I said laughing. “Get into the car, and drive towards Lover’s Lake, please.”
“You got it, my love,” Steve responded, quickly helping me into the car before he followed suit. Ten, short minutes, later we pulled into a spot at the infamous hook-up spot.
“I wasn’t sure how tonight was going to go, good or bad, but I wanted you to know that I would be here to help you get through all of it,” I rambled, grabbing the champagne out of my bag and handing it to him. “I wanted to celebrate you, celebrate us.”
“It does not matter the storm, we will get through it together,” Steve agreed, grabbing the champagne from my hands before opening his door and getting out. He quickly came over to my side, helping me out before we sat on the hood of his car together.
“Well, pretty boy,” I said, urging him to open the bottle. “Pop it!”
“To us!” He cheered, popping the cork off.
“To weathering all the storms!” I cheered, leaning against Steve as he took a sip.
Day 7: Good morning kiss/Helping them pick out an outfit
Here is day seven of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!
Warnings: Swearing, Allusions to Smut (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)
Word Counts: 1.2k+ Words
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader
Waking up with Eddie changed the trajectory of the day, which could most likely be studied and deemed scientifically proven. It was like waking up in a warm cocoon of love and warmth. With his love language being physical touch, it was no surprise that you would find yourself the victim of his lovable smothering each time you two shared a bed. His legs, slotted between yours with his arms tightly wound around your back. This way of sleeping gave him the best position to lay his head on your chest, ultimately sleeping on top of you. Therefore, wrapping you up in the warm cocoon of looooove. There were worse ways to find yourself as you opened your eyes in the morning.
Except, of course, when your boyfriend who had been sick the previous night was still burning up as he got rid of his fever causing you to feel as though you were going to die of a heat stroke at any second.
The night had gone relatively smoothly. After getting up once more to get him some medicine, put the rest of the soup into the refrigerator, and put Wayne’s donuts in the middle of the stovetop, you found comfort in your boyfriend's arms and fell asleep. Now though, with your body aflame, it was hard to understand how you had ever been able to sleep. You were sure as hell not going to be able to fall back to sleep.
Taking the pillow you had been resting your head on, you slowly began to unwrap Eddie’s body from around you, slipping the pillow into your place. This movement, while not a crazy plan, was a workout that took way too long. After you sat up, and ensured that he was still sleeping peacefully, you walked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.
‘Is this what domestic life is supposed to feel like?’ You wondered as you brushed your teeth in the bathroom mirror. You and Eddie had not had the conversation of living together. I mean, you had only been officially dating for a few weeks now, and even though the ‘I love you’s’ came quickly, neither one of you was ready for the responsibility that the next step would require. For now, though, the little glimpses at domesticity were enough to keep you excited and prepared to take whatever steps the future presented you.
After finishing up in the bathroom, you walked across the hall into the kitchen. You noticed there was one donut left in the box you had purchased for Wayne. ‘What a stinker,’ you thought to yourself as you started brewing a pot of coffee.
“I thought you deserved one too,” A voice spoke up, startling you and interrupting the silence of the trailer.
“Wayne,” You breathed out, the fear morphing into comfort. “I thought you would be asleep by now!”
“I’ll get some shut-eye in a bit, darlin’,” Wayne grumbled. “I was saying that I thought you deserved the other donut for putting up with a sick Eddie. Lord knows that’s no easy task.”
“He was hardly difficult, in fact, I thought he was more agreeable this way,” You said, matter of factly.
“Is he feeling any better?”
“I think so, or at least he seems to be,” You sighed. “He slept through the night, I only woke him up once for medicine. I’ll probably wake him up in a few minutes to give him another dose.”
“I’m so glad you both finally woke up.”
You barked out a laugh. “You and me both! But seriously, do me a favor. I bought some Vitamin C at the store when I was getting supplies for Ed. I know you said you feel fine but will you take it as a preventative?”
“You are being awfully bossy,” Wayne grumbled.
“You Munson men are ridiculous. Take the medicine and I won’t bother you about it. You can even have the other donut as a reward!”
“I’m only doing it for the donut,” Wayne said stomping into the living room to get his mug.
You filled up your mug with freshly brewed coffee while you smirked at the scene unfolding before you. It was interesting seeing two men who had only each other to rely on before you walked in, quickly find the ability to trust that someone was genuinely looking out for their best interest. It was refreshing because you knew how easy it could be for them to both be closed off. As you watched Wayne begrudgingly swallow the Vitamin C-flavored water in a mug, you chuckled before rubbing his shoulder. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” He grumbled, rinsing his mug out before grabbing the donut and stomping back into the living room.
Feeling pretty proud of yourself and the way that you were whipping your two favorite Munson men into shape, you got the medicine for Eddie before walking back into his bedroom.
When you walked in, you noticed Eddie still in the same position you left him, cuddling your pillow as if his life depended on it. “Baby,” You whispered, setting the stuff on his nightstand before leaning on the bed and gently touching his face. “Wake up, my handsome boy.”
“Hmm?” Eddie grumbled, full of sleep.
“I need you to wake up for me, baby,” You said again, this time louder. “Let me see your handsome face.”
“Okay,” Eddie said with his eyes closed, turning his body towards your voice with a giant smile on his face. “Kissy.”
“What?” You laughed out, the sleepy boy before you had never talked to you like that in his sleepy state. “You need a kiss?”
“Best medicine,” He mumbled out again. “Feel better.”
“Oh really? My kisses are supposed to be the cure-all now?”
“Yes, they are,” Eddie said before giggling. He stretched his arms out in your direction as he began making the grabby hands motion.
“Okay, since you insist,” You giggled, leaning forward to meet your boyfriend in the middle. Your lips met Eddie’s in a short but sweet kiss, though innocent, it was tender and your heart seemed to melt into your chest.
“See, I’m all better now,” Eddie mumbled when you both pulled away.
“Do you mean that or are you just trying to avoid taking more medicine?”
“What? Me?” Eddie asked, feigning hurt and betrayal. “I would never complain about drinking that Satanic, fake fruit-flavored, concoction.”
“Okay, shut up,” you rolled your eyes as you pushed his shoulder.
“For real though, I think seeing you and getting a kiss from you in the morning is my favorite thing,” Eddie said, grabbing your hands to get your attention. “Kinda makes me excited for the future.”
“And what do you see in our future?”
“Good morning kisses every day, or I die,” Eddie said dramatically. He was being a drama queen but the realization that you to both thinking about the future caused a giddy feeling to shoot down your spine.
“I could get behind good morning kisses every day, Eds,” You said. “Only so you don’t die of course.”
“It’s for the greater good,” He agreed and if you could stay in this moment with Eddie for the rest of your life, it would be enough.
Here is day SIIIIIIIX of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!
Warnings: Swearing, Allusions to Smut (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)
Word Counts: 1.5k+ Words
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader
Maybe I should have been more honest with Steve when I asked him to come over and bake cookies with my family and me. As it has always been my favorite holiday tradition, I just wanted to share that piece of my life with him. We had been friends for years but being strictly friends meant that we would celebrate those beloved traditions with our immediate families only. A relationship, a real relationship, calls for change. It calls for a shift in the dynamics of the relationship and an integration of family when possible.
“But why does it have to be now?” Steve groaned, dropping his head into my neck to hide. “Does your Dad even know that we are dating, officially?”
“Well no, I figured we would share the news when you came over this afternoon. I’m sure they already assumed since I’ve been staying with you so often,” I reassured, running my hands through Steve’s hair. “And my parents have always loved you, why are you so worried?”
“Because now it matters, honey,” Steve whispered, peering up at me with hair-covered eyes. “Let me be the one to tell him, please?”
“Oh my god, Steve,” I grumbled. I could not believe this boy. We had known each other most of our lives and my parents have watched him grow up. He was not some stranger with dangerous baggage that my parents would disapprove of. “If you’re that scared, we don’t have to tell them. I just thought you would like to join in some of our holiday traditions with me. You aren’t asking my dad for my hand in marriage.”
“Yet.”
“Honestly, not even if you’re that scared of him,” I barked back.
“Baby,” Steve said, his eyes softening as he stepped towards me. “I’m sorry. I’m being irrational about this. I’ll talk to your dad and I’ll be fine. I’m just anxious because, for some reason, parents never find me good enough now that I’m not some preppy college kid.”
“You don’t have to pretend to be anyone with me or my family, Stevie,” I mumbled pulling him closer. “My parents have loved you forever and I love you so much. You have nothing to worry about.”
“I love you too, honey,” Steve said, pulling me in for a quick kiss. Pulling away with a small sigh, he grabbed my hand before mumbling, “Let’s do this.”
Together, we walked up the driveway to the front door. Steve took another deep breath, his anxiety just radiating off of him. I never want him to feel inadequate or not enough in our relationship, God knows this poor boy has been through his fair share of shitty relationships.
“Sweetie,” I heard from the kitchen. “Is that you?”
“Yeah, Mom,” I called back. “I have Steve with me!”
After taking our shoes off, we walked into the kitchen where my Mom was finishing up dinner and my Dad was sitting at the table drinking a beer. “Steve, how have you been?” He asked, setting his beer down.
“You got this, handsome,” I mumbled in his ear, ushering him towards the empty chair next to my dad. I moved to the side to give them space, catching up with my mom. With his anxiety bubbling up to the surface, I didn’t want to crowd him and make it worse.
“Honey, come out to the garage with me, I need help grabbing the baking supplies. They’re in the outside fridge.” I followed my mom outside before she stopped, turning around to face me. “Is Steve asking your Dad for your hand in marriage?”
“What the hell, Mom,” I said before laughing. “No, we’re only 20 years old. He’s telling him that we are officially dating.”
“Were you not before?” She questioned.
“I told him he had nothing to worry about, I didn’t know you guys already assumed we were dating?”
“Eh, it was inevitable,” She said, chuckling. We grabbed the stuff we would need to bake later tonight before heading back into the kitchen. Knowing about Steve’s anxiety from telling my dad was causing me anxiety to think about him alone, suffering.
“Hi,” I chirped, walking back into the kitchen and setting everything on the table. I walked over to Steve, planting a kiss on the top of his head. “How is it going in here?”
“Steve thought he was breaking some crazy news story when he told me you two were dating. I told him I thought you two had been an item since 2nd grade.”
I snorted as I wrapped my arms around Steve. “That would have saved us some trouble.”
The rest of the night went by quickly, eating dinner together before prepping the cookies to bake the next morning. Steve was in charge of the sugar cookie dough, while I prepped the Ritz crackers with peanut butter to dip in chocolate the next morning. After three hours of prep, and hands that felt like they were going to fall off, we decided to call it a wrap on the night’s project. I grab a kitchen towel to dry my hands before tossing it to Steve. “Are you ready for bed, Stevie?”
“Yeah, I’m beat,” Steve grumbled, walking the short distance over to where I was standing before wrapping his arms around my waist, and leaning his head on my chest. “I’ll head out soon. What time should I come back in the morning?”
“What?”
“Tomorrow, what time should I be back to finish the baking with you guys?”
I step back to look at Steve. “Why would you leave just to come back early tomorrow? I want you to stay.”
“But your Dad-“
“Thought we had been dating since 2nd grade and we have had so many sleepovers before,” I interrupt, rolling my eyes. “And besides, I sleep better when you’re with me.”
“Baby,” Steve says to me, his eyes softening as he steps forward to bring me close to him again. “Let’s go to bed.”
We walked up the stairs to my bedroom. My parents slept on the first floor, they claimed they wanted to ‘better protect me from break-ins’ but it was really so they could tell if I was sneaking out. It was a win-win for me though to not have my parents sleep on the same floor as me with my boyfriend. We quickly began getting ready for bed, washing our faces, and brushing our teeth. It felt so domestic and natural. Suddenly, saving up to move out became a goal I wanted to achieve, quickly.
“It feels different to be here now,” Steve muttered, walking into the bedroom and lying on my bed.
“Why? Because you finally have the opportunity to have sex with me in my childhood bedroom?”
“What? No,” He whisper-shouted. “I am not having sex with you at your parents' home!”
“Oh my GOD,” I groaned. What the hell was wrong with this boy? I know he was not a saint. He used to brag about all the women he had been with. The way he was so scared of what my parents might think was starting to concern me. What was he so afraid of? Was it me? “What is your problem then?”
Steve sighed, getting under the covers of the bed and motioning me to follow suit. “I have always wanted to have sex with you here, baby.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You know your parents are the first adults that actually made it a point to talk to me and ask me how I was?”
“Steve-“
“No, please,” Steve cut you off, his hand coming up to touch my hair. “You’re my best friend, but you’re also the love of my life. Your family means almost as much to me as you do. So I’m sorry if I’m worrying about their approval too much. I don’t want to let them down, not when they’re the only parental figures that have given a damn about me.”
“I’m sorry I’ve been pushing your feelings away tonight, baby,” I mumbled out. “They really do love you though. More than you can even imagine. And I’m so happy you have this relationship with them. I genuinely think my dad believes we started dating in 2nd grade.”
“Thank you.” Steve leaned down to place his lips on my forehead before whispering, “If it makes you feel any better, all I’m thinking about is fucking you in this room.”
“Can we?” I groaned out, running my hands down his torso.
“Absolutely not,” Steve barked out a laugh.
“Screw you,” I huffed out. “At least I do it for you, I guess.”
“Never doubt that, baby. You’ll always do it for me,” Steve said, tightening his hold around my body. “Wait, it just really hit me. This is the first time we’ve shared a bed at your house.”
“Yeah, because someone always needed to be the gentleman and slept on the floor,” I grumbled. “You could have been sharing a bed with me for years, Harrington.”
“I know, I should have fucking talked to your dad sooner,” Steve said, causing me to giggle and snuggle closer.
Day 5: Caring for them when they’re sick/Admiring them all dressed up
Here is day Five of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!
Warnings: Swearing (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)
Word Counts: 1.2k+ Words
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader
A/n: The characters in this story are in their 20s but still living at home, because the economy sucks and rent is expensive. Nobody is in high school, except the younger kids in the party!
It was not often that Eddie was stuck in bed. The boy had a continued need to prove he was capable of taking care of you, not that you ever needed a demonstration. There was never a moment he made you question his ability to be a caring or dependable partner. And though communicating your feelings and thoughts was becoming easier between the two of you, Eddie still struggled to admit when he needed help. So when you called to talk to him after dinner, you were startled to hear the poor boy with a sickly voice behind the receiver.
“Hello,” you heard grumble through the phone.
“Baby?” You questioned, noticing the unusual grit in your boyfriend’s voice. “Are you doing okay?”
“I’m fine, sweetheart,” came muffled from Eddie. “Just have a headache, I’ll be fine in a few hours.”
“Okay, Eds,” You hesitated, before continuing, “Do you need me to bring you anything? We just finished dinner, I was going to start homework but that can wait.”
“Course not babe,” Eddie choked out, trying to mask a groan.
“Get some rest, handsome,” You sighed, hanging up before letting your parents know you were heading over to Eddie’s. Before leaving, you picked the phone back up. “Wayne?”
“What do ya need, darlin’?” Wayne said into the receiver, his voice perking up at your voice.
“I’m about to head over to check on Eddie, I think I’m going to get him some soup and medicine. While I was out I wanted to check on you too. Are you feeling okay? Do you need me to grab anything at the store for you while I’m there?”
“Eddie better keep you around forever,” Wayne joked, dodging your question.
“Wayne, I’m being serious,” You scolded. “I want to make sure you’re taken care of too.”
“I’m feeling fine, darlin’. I wouldn’t mind coming home to a donut or two in the morning though.”
“I can do a donut or two,” You said, smiling into the receiver before continuing. “Have a great night at work, the donuts will be on top of the stove when you get home.”
“Thank you, hun,” Wayne said slowly before hanging up.
Quickly grabbing your jacket and car keys, you rushed out the door, to head to the grocery store. It was hard to determine what Eddie was dealing with or what was hurting him since he decided to be so nonchalant and keep his struggles to himself. So to cover all the bases, you grabbed Tylenol, TheraFlu, Sudafed, PeptoBismol, and NyQuil to be safe. You could narrow down exactly what he needed when you got there. In addition to the mediations, you walked around the store to find the ingredients for homemade chicken soup, a surefire way to make Eddie feel his best, and some Gatorade to refuel his electrolytes. Then lastly, the donuts for Wayne because he deserved to be taken care of too.
10 minutes later and with a bag full of groceries, you knocked on the door to the trailer trying not to drop anything. “No one is home!” You heard through the door.
“Eddie, baby,” You said loudly to get it through the door. “It’s me, please open up!”
“My sweetheart,” You heard Eddie say as the door swung open. “What are you doing here? You should be at home, I don’t want to get you sick.”
“Let’s get one thing straight, Munson” You mumbled, pushing past the curly-headed boy to get into the trailer. “You deserve to be taken care of too! What the fuck is up with you Munson men trying to avoid help at all costs. My god!”
“Woah,” Eddie said, wide-eyed, as he closed the door behind you.
“Just let me take care of you,” You whispered, looking up at the sickly-looking boy before you.
“Okay.”
With the green light given, you quickly got to work assessing Eddie’s pain and discomfort level. With a quick workup, you settled on giving him some nighttime TheraFlu so he could start relaxing while you cooked the soup. After getting all of the veggies into the pot to sauté and shredding the rotisserie chicken, you walked into the living room of the trailer, bringing the small cup of medicine to Eddie with a Gatorade.
“Here, I’m hoping this will start to take some of the discomfort away,” You said, passing the medicine over so you could open the Gatorade up.
“Ugh, that’s so gross,” Eddie whined, snatching the Gatorade from you to wash away the artificial fruit flavor of the liquid medication.
“I know baby,” You said, sitting next to the sick boy before pulling him into your lap to relax. “It will make you feel so much better though.”
You sat there for a few minutes, Eddie lying in your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair reassuringly. “I think that alone could cure me,” Eddie moaned out.
“Let me finish making the soup real quick, and then we’ll get you showered and I’ll play with your hair and rub your back as you go to sleep.”
After untangling yourself from Eddie and getting him situated on the couch, you went to the kitchen to combine the rest of the ingredients. “Baby,” You called from the kitchen. “Do you think you can make it to the bathroom? I have a feeling the soup will be ready around the same time as your shower.”
“Yeah, I think so,” Eddie groaned from the living room as he began the process of pulling himself off the couch. Soon enough, as you were watching the soup come to a boil, the shower also turned off signaling that Eddie was about to come out of the bathroom. You turned off the stove, ladled the soup into bowls, and put the rest into the container for leftovers.
“That smells so fucking good,” Eddie mumbled, as you walked into the small bedroom.
“I hope it tastes good too,” You said, smiling as you handed him a bowl, taking a seat next to him on his bed.
After a few minutes of loud slurping and content sighs, you took the bowls to the kitchen before walking back into Eddie’s room, signaling him to lie down. “You get to be the little spoon tonight, my love.”
Eddie’s eyes lit up as he lay on his side. A moment later, you crawled under the covers, getting comfortable behind Eddie. The two of you quickly found comfort within each other as one arm went up to Eddie’s hair and the other trailed under his shirt to rub his back.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you how I was feeling.”
“You take such good care of me but I need you to know that I want to take care of you too. It’s not a burden,” You whispered into the quiet room.
“I know that now,” Eddie whispered back. “I have to warn you though, this kind of treatment is going to make a man do crazy things.”
You scoffed, “You act as if I don’t always give you this treatment.”
“You’re right,” Eddie said, turning his body around to face you. “I’m a really lucky guy. I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too, Eds,” You said, leaning in to kiss him before he stopped you.
“I don’t want to get you sick.”
“I don’t care about that,” You argued, pressing a quick kiss against his lips. “Besides, if that happens then you just have to take care of me.”
“I can live with that,” Eddie mumbled before leaning in to press his lips against yours once more.
Here is day FOUR of @comp-lady’s December writing challenge!
Warnings: Swearing, SMUT (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)
Word Counts: 1.2k+ Words
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader
Author’s Note: Yesterday I wrote in the third person, today I am going to try the first person. Again, it’s not something I am used to so if you have any tips or critique, please send them my way! <3 Also, this is the first time I’ve written any kind of smut in a while and it feels like the most awkward and cringe thing I’ve ever written so please be kind. :)
Dating Steve Harrington after being his friend for years seemed to only require a simple shift. There were differences, of course. For one, I was no longer eyeing him from a distance. I could kiss him anytime I felt like it and I could openly admire the man I loved without fear of rejection. But underneath it all, he was still my best friend.
“Baby,” I heard Steve call from the kitchen as I walked into his house. His parents were once again gone as they had been absent for the past month.
“Hi, Stevie,” I called back, taking off my shoes before entering the kitchen. “I’ve missed you today."
“Yeah?” Steve asked, pulling me into him for a kiss. As soon as his lips touched mine, my body melted into him. As he pulled away, Steve mumbled, “I think I’ve missed you more.”
“Agree to Disagree, Harrington,” I said, pulling him back in for another kiss. Instead of a welcome home, there was a sense of longing an urgency that only he could fix. Steve understood, swiping his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for more. As I pulled him closer to me, slightly parting my mouth to welcome him in. With our heavy breathing mixing together, I could feel the need radiating off of him. His hands snaked underneath my shirt to feel my skin. “Baby,” I mumbled against his lips, leaning back just enough to break the kiss.
“What did you just call me?” Steve questioned, leaning back fully, and opening his eyes to look at me.
“Baby.”
“Fuck,” Steve moaned, his face heating up in a pink blush. “You’ve never called me that before.”
“I don’t have to say that, I’m sorry, it just slipped out,” I said, instantly feeling a wave of insecurity flood my body.
“No, honey,” Steve said, already wide eyes somehow getting even wider. “I don’t think I ever want to hear you call me anything else ever again.”
“Oh really?” I said, laughing as relief now took over my body. “The nickname has that kind of power over you?”
There was something so empowering about this encounter. To know that I could do something that made him weak or feely needy, changed everything. And it made sense, here in front of me was a boy who just wanted to be loved and I was so happy to be the one to shower him with it.
“You have that power over me.”
“Oh Stevie,” I sighed, wrapping my arms around his slim waist. “How about we get changed into some cozy clothes, order some takeout, and watch a movie?”
“That sounds like a dream, babe.”
Together, we walked upstairs to Steve’s bedroom which had quickly become my second bedroom as often as I slept over. Falling into a familiar routine, Steve walked over to his dresser drawers and pulled out a pair of boxers and a t-shirt for me before pulling a pair of sweats out for himself.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever get over the fact that I am the only one who gets to see you wearing your grey sweatpants and no shirt.”
“The sweatpants do it for you, huh, babe?”
“Oh my god, yes,” I groaned before quickly stripping to throw on the clothes Steve got out for me. “It might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“No,” Steve said, staring at me, his gaze darkening. “You, wearing my shirt is hands down the sexiest thing this world has seen.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Fuck,” Steve breathed out, taking a quick step towards me. “Can I prove it to you?”
“I think you better,” I mumble, then moan when he grabs my face, bringing our lips together in a searing kiss. Breaking the kiss, Steve sinks to his knees, looking up at me with lustful eyes.
“Can I?”
“Please,” I whispered. Steve stood up, guiding me backward towards his bed before pushing my (his) shirt up above my hips to grab my panties. My pulse speeds up. Steve stopped moving, eyes darkening as he continued raking his eyes across my body. “What?” I question, leaning up on my elbows to try and understand what has thrown him off.
“You’re so God damn beautiful, baby,” Steve growled as he spread my legs, causing me to clench my legs together at his sudden roughness unconsciously. Before I could respond, he took this opportunity to begin peppering wet kisses up my thighs. His hands glide up my torso before cupping my breasts. Heat rips through me and my hips arch up as I beg for the friction to release some of the pressure building.
“Stay still baby, be good for me,” he whispers, looking up at me with his big brown eyes as he reaches down to hold my hips in place before pressing his lips against my clit.
“Shit,” I moaned, not expecting the touch. “Please, Stevie, I need it so bad.”
Before I could beg any more, Steve swirls his tongue around my clit before sucking gently causing me to arch up, grinding my pussy on his face. Steve drags a finger up my leaking pussy, before looking at me, asking for permission. As I nod my head, he thrusts his finger in, curling upward to reach that spongey spot that had me clenching around his fingers.
“More, baby.” And then Steve added another finger, my hands threading through his hair to ground myself in the euphoria as I chased my high. “I’m so close, Stevie, don’t stop!”
And he didn’t. I’m gasping for air, writhing on the bed, as Steve continues relentlessly eating me out. “Fuck, fuck, I’m coming,“ I scream as the orgasm comes. It hits me like a tsunami. A giant wave crashes over me with small flutters of shocks coursing through me as my body relaxes and begins coming back down.
“I changed my mind, you, fucked out like this, is the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” Steve said before crawling up and kissing me. “Stay right here baby, let me get a towel.”
“Wait,” I said, grabbing onto his arm. “What about you, can I return the favor?”
“No, baby,” Steve chuckled. “I got off to you, I wasn’t lying when I said that was the hottest thing.”
“Oh my god, you dirty boy,” I yelled out, as Steve walked into his ensuite to grab the towel.
“What can I say,” he said, coming back into the bedroom before taking the warm washcloth to wipe away the mess. “You do it for me, honey.”
“I love you, baby.”
“And now I’m hard again,” Steve groaned, throwing the rag in his dirty clothes basket as I let out a chuckle. At this point, I was unsure how we were both so clueless before as to how the other felt when he was so open with his feelings and love.
“Should we order some dinner and make our way downstairs?”
“Only if you promise to wear only my clothes for the rest of our lives."
“How about I promise to wear only your clothes for the rest of the night? I’m not sure my boss would like to see me in your shirt and panties.”
“You’re right, you in my clothes is for my eyes only,” Steve grumbled, rolling onto his side and pulling me into him. “And I love you too, honey. What do you think about Chinese for dinner tonight?”
“Chinese sounds great,” I said, wrapping my arms around Steve’s waist and raising my head in the crook of his neck. And finally, things made sense.
Here is day THREE of @comp-lady’s December writing challenge! I’m writing the kind of love that I want to see and I hope everyone else enjoys it too. All of the Eddie fics will take place in the same universe and the Steve fics will take place on their own. It goes without saying (hopefully) that the universes are separate but the fics will be a continuation of each other.
Warnings: Swearing
Word Counts: 1.7k+ Words
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader
Author’s Note: Instead of writing in the third person, this fit is written in the second person...I don’t typically like writing in this kind of POV and if everyone finds it cringe, please tell me so I can make sure to never do it again
Every Friday, you and the rest of the gang met up at Steve’s house for a movie night. It was the only night that was off-limits for anyone to make outside plans. It was family time, if you will. You would prepare the snacks, Eddie would bring the drinks (beer for the older kids and two-liter sodas for the younger kids), Nancy and Jonathan would bring the pizza, Steve and Robin would bring the movies, and the kids would bring the entertainment.
“Steve,” you called, walking into Steve’s house.
“Hey, honey,” Steve said, stepping from around the corner of the kitchen.
“I have an idea for tonight’s movie night, it’s kind of crazy but I think everyone will love it!”
“Okay, what is it?” Steve questioned as he walked forward you to wrap his arms around your frame.
“Okay so listen to this, I brought my parents' fire pit from our backyard and I also picked up some firewood. I thought it would be cool to have an outside, drive-in theater-esque, set-up tonight! So I also brought a king-sized top sheet and I borrowed a projector from the theater department at school,” You continued, rambling about the plan for the night. “I figured we could bring lots of blankets outside, air up your pool floats, and then watch the movies outside so we begin the holiday festivities! It’s still warm for December so I thought-“
“Honey, slow down,” Steve said, stopping you mid-rant. “I think that sounds incredible. The party is going to love that. What do you need me to do to help set up?”
You spent the next few minutes explaining to Steve your vision and what you would need his help to accomplish. Two hours before the group was set to be at Steve’s, you sent him to air up the pool floats while setting up the projector and sheet yourself. Before long, everything was starting to look ready. The floats were set up in a semi-circle and a blanket was placed on each one.
“Stevie, can you come with me to grab the firewood and fire pit?”
“Of course,” Steve responded following you around the side of his house to your car. Together, you grabbed the firewood and the pit and placed them at the center of the pool floats.
“Where is everyone,” Yelled a voice from inside the house.
“Out here,” Steve called back.
“Woah, this is fucking sick,” Dustin said, walking out to the backyard. “I brought the pizza, Nancy and Jonathan will be late and I didn’t want everyone to wait for them!”
“Dusty! I’ll put your pizza in the oven to keep it warm!” You said, walking up to the younger boy and squeezing his shoulder in greeting. After you walked into the house to put the pizza in the oven, there was a knock on the door.
“Hey, Eds,” You said, opening the front door and giving a side hug to your friend. “Steve and Dustin are outside. We are switching up the scenery for movie night tonight!”
“Oh hell yeah,” Eddie said, following you to the kitchen to put the drinks in the refrigerator. “Is this your way of finally telling Steve how you feel?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” You mumbled, rolling your eyes at Eddie.
“Oh come on, Y/l/n,” Eddie sighed. “He feels the same way, you guys just keep running in circles. What do you have to lose?”
“Oh I don’t know, Munson,” You said. “Maybe my best friend?”
“I promise you won’t, if you don’t say anything you’re always going to wonder what would have been,” Eddie responded as the doorbell rang.
“Excuse me,” You said, pushing past Eddie and dismissing the conversation. “I have to get that.”
After Robin arrived, Nancy and the rest of the party soon followed. The group got situated outside with drinks, snacks, and slices of pizza while Steve pressed play on the movie. As you sat wrapped up in a king-sized blanket on top of a two-person float, Steve came over to sit next to you.
“What are you doing?” You asked, looking up at Steve, wide-eyed.
“Um, sitting next to my best friend,” Steve said, chuckling. As he sat down next to you, pulling the blanket back across your bodies, he noticed your unusually stiff posture. “What is going on, honey?”
“What? Nothing,” You said, looking back up at the movie. Robin brought over Black Christmas because she was not over Halloween but also wanted to get into the Christmas spirit.
“Bullshit, you’ve been avoiding me since we got everything set up,” Steve said, turning his body so he could look at you in the eye. “I can’t fix whatever I did if you don’t tell me what’s bothering you."
“You didn’t do anything, Steve,” You said, bringing your hands up to rub your eyes. “Eddie said something earlier and I’m struggling to wrap my head around it.”
“Do I need to beat him up? I will, if he upset you,” Steve said, turning to eye his friend sitting three floats down.
“Absolutely not, you’ve never won a fight in your life, I’d hate to spend movie night attending to your wounds,” You said, grabbing Steve’s shoulders to turn him back towards you. “I’m sorry, I’m acting weird. Give me two minutes to shake it off and then I’ll be fine.”
“I’m hurt that you don’t think I could win a fight for your honor, you’re probably the only reason I could find the strength to win. But I’m right here if you need me, you know that right?” Steve said, when you nodded in agreeance he turned his attention back to the movie but not before squeezing your shoulders in comfort.
You had been in love with Steve for years. Been best friends for two and maybe Eddie had a point. Steve stopped talking to you about girls and his nights have been free for the last few months as he’s been spending his free time with you. Okay, you could begin to wonder if Eddie was right...You would always wonder what could have been.
“Actually, Stevie,” You said, causing the brown eyes you’ve fallen for to look down at you. “There is something that’s been bothering me and I’m scared to talk about it and I’m scared about what you might say.”
“Oh honey,” Steve said, pulling you into his chest as he pressed a kiss to your head. “Please talk to me, there’s nothing that you could say that would make me think of you differently, absolutely nothing.”
“Okay,” You said, releasing a breath and closing your eyes to gain the courage. “I love you and not in a ‘we are best friends and I love you bestie kind of way.’ I love you in a way that makes my heart explode when you smile. I love you in a way that causes me to physically feel ill when you’re having a rough day or something says something to hurt you. I love you in a way that I will be okay with watching you fall in love with someone else if simply being your friend is what you want from me.”
You opened your eyes as soon as you finished speaking to silence around you. Midway through your speech, Robin had gotten up to stop the movie and everyone stopped talking to watch what they had been waiting for to unfold. Before you could feel embarrassed, Eddie stood up and started clapping.
“Y/l/n, I’m so proud of you, I wasn’t sure you had it in you,” Eddie said laughing, his clapping picking up as everyone else started to join in too. Whooping and hollering.
“Oh honey,” Steve repeated. “I thought I was being so obvious in how I felt about you!”
“No dingus,” Robin shouted across the yard. “We all told you that you two are too dense to just see the signs.”
“Shut up, Robs,” Steve grumbled, turning his body back to face you. “I love you in not a ‘we are best friends and I love you bestie’ way too. God, I’ve loved you for a long time, honey.”
“You do?” You questioned as you leaned up to look at the boy talking to you.
“Yeah, I do,” Steve said as he started laughing. “I tried so hard to make you notice me by talking to those girls in Family Video and when that didn’t work, I tried to show you by spending all my time with you.”
“Steven Harrington, trying to get my attention by talking to other beautiful women is not going to work. In fact, it’s going to piss me off.
“Noted, baby,” Steve said, pulling you back into him. “Can you guys start the movie again? The show’s over.”
“Yeah, yeah, please don’t be gross now guys,” Dustin said as he got up to restart the movie.
“No promises,” Steve said, looking at you as he leaned down to kiss you. As your lips met, you could not help but groan, pulling Steve closer. The moment that you have been craving and dreaming about for years was finally happening. Steve, also feeling the pent-up tension, moved his hands to your face, angling you up to deepen the kiss. As he broke the kiss to take a breath, Steve grumbled, “Please stay over tonight.”
“Okay,” You said, looking up into his eyes before molding your body into his. For the first time, you felt comfortable cuddling him the way you always wanted. As you curled you curled into him, Steve pulled you even closer.
“I think this is my new favorite spot,” Steve grumbled into your neck.
