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JOSEPH QUINN APPRECIATION WEEK Day 5: Favorite Off-Screen Friendship ⬩ Joe Keery and Gaten Matarazzo

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my favorite guys ❤️

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Joe Keery arriving at LAX

[harringtondaily]

LNC: STEVE HARRINGTON (inspo)

[forevermoreharrington]

Making out in the back of Steve's car. Parking anywhere in town where you're offered complete privacy away from everyone. He's got you laying down on his expensive car seats while he hovers over you. His face is tucked against your neck as he kisses and bites his way over every inch of your skin. You can feel him grin whenever you make any noise. Your hands are tangled in his hair pulling at his roots hard enough to elicit a groan from him. There's not much room so every time you move or Steve sits up he hits his head and you both laugh. Your kisses are messy and slow because neither of you is in a rush to leave. You can spend the whole night in the back of Steve's car, messing up your hair and clothes till you look like two high schoolers in love.

[sanguineterrain]

i'll put us back together at heart - s.h.

Summary: It's 1987. You haven't spoken to Steve Harrington in nearly five years. Then Dustin Henderson tells you about a sweet deal he has at Family Video, where he can rent any video he wants.

Pairing: ex-best friend!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 8.8k

Warnings/tags: friends to strangers to lovers. the reader is twenty in 1987 and i technically made steve twenty-one/about to turn twenty-one. s4 happened but eddie's alive and vecna's dead. no earthquakes or anything like that; reader has no idea about what really happened. lots of angst, mentions of billy hargrove (yuck) and steve's s1 asshole friends.

A/N: oh my lord. i don't know where this eighteen-wheeler of a fic came from but here it is. there is a happy ending, not to worry. i'd never do that to y'all <3 feedback and reblogs are always always appreciated!

divider by firefly-graphics

August 1981

"I wish we could stay eighth graders forever."

You lift your head from your orange pool floaty. Steve drifts on the surface of the water. His hair is longer, way longer than you've seen it in the three years you've been friends. He says it's better for styling that way; he's even bought a gel and cream for his hair. You don't understand why he wants to change something that doesn't need changing. 

"Why?" you ask. "I thought you were excited for high school."

He hums. The sound echoes in his backyard. 

"It's bigger than middle school. More kids, more teachers, more work. I like eighth grade."

"I'll help you with your work," you say. 

Steve turns his head and smiles at you. Part of his face is in the water, the image distorted. 

"You'll do great," he replies. "You're so smart."

Steve doesn't say those things to get you to help him like other kids do. Steve means it. 

"You'll do great too," you say. "You're funny and nice and my best friend. People will like you."

"You think?" 

You nod. Steve turns his head and closes his eyes again. 

"We'll stay friends, right?" he asks. 

The floaty squeaks as you move to sit up. You paddle to Steve so you can look at his face. 

"Why wouldn't we?"

"I dunno." His eyes are still closed. "You might make super smart friends. And I'll just be a dumbass holding you back."

You shove Steve's shoulder lightly. 

"You are not dumb, Steve."

One muggy June night had had Steve admit he wasn't thirteen, like you and all the kids in your class, but fourteen. He had been held back in third grade after his parents moved from Illinois. It's why my brain's mush, he'd said. I was born dumb.

He had made you swear not to tell anyone. 

"You're not dumb," you say again. "Say it, Steve. Say you're not dumb."

His frown deepens, but he still won't look at you. 

"Tommy says I am."

"Tommy Hagan is a shithead," you shoot back with so much venom, Steve's eyes fly open. "It's not true, whatever he tells you."

You hate that they've been hanging out more this summer. You can't tell Steve that, because it's not like you own him. He can be friends with whoever he wants. But you can't help that your skin crawls when Tommy and his stupid girlfriend, Carol, drops by and pulls Steve away from you. 

“Promise?” he asks.

“Yes, Steve. I promise.”

“‘Kay.” Steve smiles a little. “Thanks.” 

You nod and lay back on the floaty. 

“Wanna get ice cream after this?” he asks. 

“Just us?” 

“Just us.”

Now. (January, 1987)

You slam the phone back onto the receiver. A girl playing Pac-Man carefully glances at you. 

Whoops. Right. You're still at work. 

You smile and give a thumbs-up. She turns around. You return to your wallowing. 

You’ve called three different video rentals. Jewel Films, which is about to go out of business; More Movies, whose attendant hung up on you before you could say Molly Ringwald; and finally, Blockbuster, which is thirty minutes outside of Hawkins. None of them have a copy of Pretty in Pink. 

And okay. You could just watch another movie. You don't need that specific one. But this year has been shit. You'd thought after starting college, you'd finally break out of the Hawkins forcefield that had limited your social life. You'd thought you'd make friends and not be so terribly lonely. Life is supposed to get better after high school, isn’t it? 

Obviously, whoever said that is a big, fat liar. 

“Dude!” you hear a familiar voice exclaim. “Stop hogging the game!”

Tawny curls peek from under a green and yellow hat. The hat hovers over an older boy who’s glued to the Tempest booth. You go to them. Dustin Henderson lights up when he sees you. You can read his hat now; it says Camp Know Where ‘85.

“Hey, Y/N!” he greets brightly. “This guy has been here for a half hour. I left to get nachos and when I came back, he was still here.”

“I’m this close to beating my score!” the kid insists.

“Come on, guy," you say, one arm on the machine. "You gotta give other people a turn."

The kid, evidently demon incarnate, sneers at you.

“Who’s gonna make me? You?” 

You lean against the side of the game, considering.

“How old are you?”

“Sixteen,” he says.

You snort. 

“Sixteen? And you’re still on Tempest?”

He glances at you. 

“So?”

“Everybody your age is playing Rampage, that’s all.” 

You wink at Dustin. He beams.

“And, uh, I saw a couple girls hanging around Rampage,” you add. 

The kid turns to you. You tilt your head innocently. 

“Seriously?” he asks.

“Seriously. People always flock to the new games.”

Which is true. The girls part is not, but he doesn’t need to know that. With that attitude, he won't be getting many phone numbers anyway. 

You drum your fingers on the game like you have all the time in the world. And sure enough, the kid takes his quarters and heads towards Rampage. Dustin jumps in delight. 

“You’re awesome, Y/N!" 

You grin. “I try. Where are the others?”

Dustin sours.

“They ditched me. To hang out with their girlfriends! Can you believe that shit?” 

“No way!"

He shakes his head.

“I know, right? My friend told me that that’s what happens in high school. People change, y’know? And he’d know, I guess. He’s old like you.”

You scoff. “You make me sound like some kind of ancient. I’m not that old, Henderson.”

“It’s okay, Y/N.” He pats your arm. “In many cultures, the elderly are wise. Now in my experience, this hasn’t been the case. But I think you’re wise.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Dustin smiles like the little shit he is and puts his change in the slot. 

“Well, contrary to what this other friend says, I’m sure it’ll pass,” you say. “You guys will hang out again." 

You swallow your acidic truth. Dustin's a good kid, and so are his friends. You don't want him to turn cynical like you have. He's too young. 

Dustin shrugs, starting the game.

“I guess so. I got a copy of The Lost Boys for us to watch on Friday. They said they’ll be there.”

“Whoa, seriously? That one just came out, how’d you get a copy?”

“My friend,” he says. “The one I mentioned. He works at Family Video and reserves stuff for me.”

“Huh. I thought Family Video was closed."

You'd applied to work there last year and never got a call back. You'd gone by once and it had looked abandoned. Hence why you now work at the arcade across town. 

"It almost did, but Keith took over so now it's barely scraping by."

"Ah. Sweet deal on the movies."

“Yeah,” Dustin agrees, eyes crinkling. “My friend's pretty cool. You'd like him."

"Would I now?"

"Absolutely," he gushes. "He's a total badass too. He won his first fight last year. He used to be a jock but he's recovered." 

"Wow. Impressive."

"Mmhm. I could ask him to hold stuff for you too, if you wanted.”

“You would?”

The game makes a sad game over noise. Dustin sighs and takes a gulp of his slushie.

“Yeah, totally,” he says through a mouthful of blue raspberry ice. “Which one do you want?”

“Pretty in Pink? I missed it in theaters."

“Sure. I’ll tell him to hold it tonight and tomorrow you can pick it up.”

“Cool. Thanks, Dustin.”

Dustin gives you an apple-cheeked grin.

“Gotta stay in good graces with the arcade attendant who lets me play Tempest as long as I want.”

"I don't know what you're talking about," you say, walking away. "Don't get slushie on the game."

"'Kay!"

Dustin only gets a little bit of slushie on the game, but he cleans it up with about a million of the cheap snack bar napkins. When he leaves, he tells you to mention his name at Family. 

"Who do I ask for?" 

"You can talk to either of them," Dustin says. "Doesn't matter. Except Keith. You know Keith, right?"

"Unfortunately.” Keith used to terrorize the arcade before he blessedly moved on. “He works there?"

"Barely." Dustin scoffs. "He's almost never there, so don't worry. And feel free to ask for more movies. They owe me one."

Your sole interactions are with professors and a gaggle of high school freshmen. But now you get to watch any movie you want. Maybe this year won't totally suck. 

The bell rings pleasantly as you step inside. There's a few people on line, so you take your time walking in. There's a movie display with about thirty copies of RoboCop. A cardboard cutout of RoboCop stares back behind his red helmet.

"Can I help who's next?"

You go to the counter. A girl about your age with a choppy haircut smiles at you but it's sort of strained. She has a pin on her green work vest that says Ask me!

"Please don't ask for Adventures in Babysitting," she says. 

"Oh. No, I'm, uh, Dustin's friend?" 

You can't believe you're name-dropping a high schooler. 

She nods in realization. 

"Oh, yeah. God, I keep telling that dweeb not to promise holds."

You wince. 

"Sorry. If it's going to get you in trouble…"

Her brows raise. She smiles a bit. 

"No, it's okay. Usually my coworker deals with it but, well. He's taking an extra long break today. So, what movie was it?"

"Pretty in Pink," you say. 

"Classic," she replies. "John Hughes fan?"

"Somewhat. I didn't get to see it in theaters. I like Molly Ringwald."

She grins.

"Me too. She's pretty."

"Super pretty," you agree. 

The girl considers you, then sticks out her hand. 

"I'm Robin," she says. "Nice to meet you."

You take her hand. "Y/N.”

"Did you go to Hawkins High?"

"I did. Graduated last year."

"Oh, cool. Are you in college?"

You nod. 

"Hawkins State. Twenty minutes from here."

"Sweet! I'm taking a gap year, but afterwards, I’m gonna apply there. It's cheap. College is college, right?"

"College is college," you agree. "But I wish I'd gone away for school."

You don't know why you're telling her this. You've known Robin for all of two minutes. But she seems friendly. And her sense of style is cool. She wears a blue blazer and tie underneath her vest. 

"How come?" she asks. 

"Everybody from Hawkins is there," you say. "And I… I just want a new start."

Robin smiles sympathetically. 

"They're jerks," she says. 

You huff. "Yeah."

You'd turned yourself into a social recluse a million years ago. It's your own damn fault you can't befriend anybody in this town. At least, not anymore. 

Robin types into the computer, then smacks the monitor. She groans. 

"Ugh. Gimme a second," she says. "Stupid technology."

"No problem," you say, smiling. You like her. Maybe you can integrate Family Video into your regular routine, become friends. You can see Robin becoming a good friend. One you wouldn't grow apart from. 

She disappears into the back room. You browse the old releases and stop at Die Hard. This one you saw in theaters. John McClane is a badass. 

You think of Dustin, and his supposedly badass new friend. It's too bad you didn't meet today. Dustin has a good sense about people. If he says so, it's possible you and this friend really would get on. 

The bell rings again. You're slow to look up. The entrance is empty when you do. You keep reading about John McClane's adventures. 

"Have you been waiting long?"

You turn at the new voice. The video slips out of your hand and clatters onto the counter. 

Steve’s hair has grown since you last saw it. He looks different too, though he has yet to break out of his signature church boy polos. There's a smattering of stubble on his jaw. His arms are lean with muscle. He wears a matching work vest like Robin's, name tag printed Steve in blocky font. 

He looks at where you've dropped Die Hard and smiles. 

"This is a good one," he says. "John McClane is a total badass."

You blink.

"Did you want to rent that one?" he continues, meeting your eye. 

"No," you manage. 

"Okay, no problem. Just browsing?" 

He doesn't remember you. 

You stare and stare. Steve leans in, concerned. He's changed, but he hasn't. He's still handsome with his swoopy hair and big, dark eyes, but the Steve you knew wouldn't have been caught dead working at a video store.

And he doesn't remember you. 

"Are you okay?" he asks, sounding genuine.

You take a step back from the counter. The blood roars in your ears. Robin comes back in, Pretty in Pink in hand. She looks at you, then at Steve. 

"Got it!" she tells you. "Computer should work now."

"I have to go," you say. 

You don't look at Steve again, instead focusing on Robin. 

Her brows rise. 

"Oh. Is everything—"

"I forgot my wallet," you blurt. "I can't pay for the movie. Sorry."

"That's okay, we can just—"

You run. The bell chimes over her words. You keep running until you get to the bus stop, three blocks away. 

Only there do you stop to catch your breath. 

And then you cry. 

February 1982

"What do you think about Marie?" 

You look up from your textbook. Steve is doodling in the margins of his notes. You gently prod his arm. He returns to reading but his leg starts to bounce under the table. 

"Marie Iverson?" you ask.

"Yeah." 

Steve glances at you. He pushes his hair back. It had taken him freshman year to get his bearings with all the gels and creams, but now, his hair is a point of pride, always perfectly coiffed. Seniors call him "The Hair" and high-five him in the hallway. You hate it. 

"I don't know. I don't know her that well."

"She's cute." 

"I guess so," you say. 

It's harder to get Steve to focus on homework these days. Last year, he happily made flashcards with you and even bought fancy gel pens to share for your notes. Now, he prefers to talk about girls or—

"I was thinking of asking her out."

The tip of your pencil breaks. You really ought to start using pens, but you don't like being unable to erase. 

"Shit, here. Take mine." 

Steve offers his still perfectly sharpened pencil. You stare at it. 

"Y/N?" 

"Yeah." You take the pencil. "Thanks."

"Sure. So what do you think?" 

"I don't know, Steve. I thought you talked about this stuff with Tommy."

"I would, it's just…" Steve shifts uncomfortably. "He can be rude about it sometimes. He doesn't even get why we're friends, y'know? Doesn't understand why I don't just date you."

Tommy is a moron, but you've said that since last year, and Steve's never listened before. 

"Some people don't get it," you say mildly, because you have an upcoming French test and there's no use in getting upset over Tommy Hagan right now. 

"But you do. And you know about this stuff better than me. Girls and all."

"Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I know what girls are best for you to date, Steve. It's weird to talk about."

Steve deflates. 

"Oh. Yeah, I guess so. Sorry."

You sigh and rub your temple. 

"I thought you knew all about that," you say, extending an olive branch. "Asking girls out and stuff."

"Well, I mean, I've kissed girls but I've never… you're, like, the only girl I really know."

Something like pride swells in your chest. Selfishly, you want to keep Steve. You don't want to help him if it means losing him. Oh, you're so greedy, aren't you? You watch Steve run off with Tommy and Carol and nameless seniors and seethe, because Steve was yours first. Steve is yours.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah." You give him back his pencil and fish for another one in your bag. "Did you ever think about writing how you feel?" 

"Writing?"

"Yeah, like a poem or a letter."

"I'm terrible at writing," Steve laments. "The letters get all jumbled and I never spell a damn thing right."

He'd told his mom once how letters melt into each other, how b's become d's. She'd taken him to get his eyes checked, and when the doctor said Steve was fine, Deborah Harrington had told her son to stop begging for attention. 

"Someone who really likes you won't care about spelling mistakes, Steve," you tell him. "As long as you write from the heart. Don't do that cheesy shit and quote Romeo and Juliet. They're young, impulsive, and they die at the end, and that's not romantic."

Steve laughs, nose scrunched. 

"What!" you demand. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, 's just—of course you'd have something to say about quoting Shakespeare."

"It's overdone," you say, crinkling your nose. "And girls would much rather read your own words." 

"So you think I should write Marie a letter?"

"If you really like her," you say. "Only write letters for girls you really like. Otherwise they lose their meaning."

Steve frowns. "I don't know if I should write her a letter, then."

Don't, you want to say. Don't write any of them letters.

You shuffle your papers into a stack. 

"Can we study now?" you ask.

"Oh, sure, yes. Sorry."

"You don't have to keep apologizing, Steve."

He shifts closer to you. His leg has stopped bouncing.

"Lemme take you out," he says. 

You nearly swallow your tongue. 

"Wh–what?"

"For ice cream," Steve clarifies. "Like we used to. Dairy Queen."

"Oh. Okay, sure. But after we study."

Steve beams. "I'll drive you."

Steve's dad had bought him the BMW as a birthday present this year—not that Richard Harrington actually knows when his own son's birthday is, considering the gift was three months early. Still, it's another point of pride for Steve and about all anybody talks about whenever his name comes up. Steve is the only person in your grade with a car. Junior girls hit him up for rides. You make yourself scarce when they do. 

You don't care. You liked Steve before the car. And the clothes. And the hair. 

Your throat feels tight. You want your best friend back. 

"Just us?" you check. 

You can't tell these days. Steve seems to hang out with everybody but you. You're shocked he'd even asked to study together. 

"Oh, sure," Steve says. "I just have to drop off Tommy and Carol first, okay?" 

You check your watch and close your book. 

"I have class," you lie. "I'll see you later." 

Steve catches your wrist. He looks at you and you're struck by how sweet his face is. It's not like you didn't understand why girls want him but it's Steve. Your Steve, who still sleeps with a nightlight and who framed a picture of a sports car he cut out from a magazine because he'd thought it would make him cooler (it didn't. You still tease him about it.) 

"Please," he says. "For helping me."

Your eyes slit. "I didn't help you to get stuff, Steve. I helped you because you're my friend."

Steve blinks like he's forgotten what it's like to be friends with someone just for the sake of being friends. 

"You're right," he agrees. "You're not like that. I'll tell Tommy and Carol to find another ride. It'll be just us. I promise."

You perk up at that. "Really?"

"Really. You can sit in the front with me and we'll play Bruce Springsteen, like we used to. Please?" 

"Okay, Steve." You ache. You’ve never been very good at telling him no. "I'll meet you in the parking lot."

And maybe… maybe your best friend is still in there after all.

Now

You ask your shift manager if you can work at the snack bar today. It's in the back and you won't have to deal with any game hogs. 

"You didn't put enough syrup in my slushie."

You might have overshot the perks, though. 

Slushie Girl's hair is bleach blonde and hairsprayed to God. You want to tell her that all that hairspray doesn't keep friends. Or brain synapses. 

"I don't make the slushie," you say for the third time. "That's how it comes out of the machine."

She shoots you a mean look. 

"I'm complaining to the manager."

You paste on a smile. 

"You do that. Have a nice day."

She finally walks away, probably on the hunt for your manager, who's definitely smoking a joint outside to avoid this exact situation. 

Dustin comes around the corner and this time, he's with the rest of his party. You smile. 

"Hey, Y/N!" Dustin greets.

Lucas waves at you. Max and Mike are arguing and therefore are in their own world. And there's their newest addition, El, whose story you're still not clear on, as well as Will, quiet as always. 

You lean your elbows on the countertop. 

"What'll it be, gang?"

"Six nachos and six slushies, please. One blue raspberry, three cherry, and two Coke."

You fill up the slushies first. Dustin dances on his toes. 

"So did you pick up the movie?" he asks.

"Oh." You try to smile. "I went there but I couldn't. I forgot my money. Pretty dumb of me."

Dustin accepts this with no argument. 

"Well, you can go back. They'll hold it for a few days."

You're never setting foot in there again, but you don't tell Dustin that. 

He takes his slushie and immediately starts drinking. 

"Slow down, dude. You'll get a brain freeze," you say. 

"You sound like Steve," Dustin informs you. "Doesn't Y/N sound like Steve?" 

Lucas nods. 

"Yup. They're both parents."

You feel queasy. You focus on making the nachos, the cheese pouring out thick and gooey. 

"Did you meet Steve?" Dustin asks. "You probably know him from high school, but he's different now."

"Yes," you say quietly. "I knew him."

"I promise he's different. Even Mike likes him, and Mike hated his guts. Right, Mike?"

Mike pauses in his animated discussion with Max and looks at you. 

"What?"

"I'm telling Y/N about how Steve is cool now," Dustin explains. 

"Oh." Mike shrugs. "He's fine. Much better now that he's not dating my sister."

"He's not?" you ask. "But they were in love. I–I mean, that's what I heard, at least."

"She dumped his ass," El says, and it sounds a little ridiculous in her soft monotone. 

Max scoffs, taking her Coke slushie. 

"Did you live under a rock? It was a huge thing."

"Now Steve is lame," Mike says with a snort. 

"Getting dumped doesn't make somebody lame," you say with an old ferocity you'd thought had disappeared. 

"Okay, jeez." Mike holds up his hands. "Steve's alright. He's different, that's for sure."

"He's our paladin," Lucas says. "A protector." 

Dustin nods eagerly.

You blink. "He protects you guys?"

Max elbows Lucas. You have no idea what that's about. El steps forward and smiles softly. 

"Yes," she says. "He's our babysitter."

"Aren't you guys freshmen? I thought you were too old for babysitters."

"Oh no, Steve doesn't get paid for it or anything," says Mike. "He just does it 'cause he has nothing else to do."

"That's not true!" Dustin argues. Then he shrugs. "Well, it's a little true. But he does like us. He's a good guy. He cares about his friends."

You bite your tongue, not wanting to reply to that. 

"That's great, guys. The girl, Robin? She seems pretty cool too."

"That's Steve's best friend," says Dustin. "She's great."

"Oh." You wince. "Best friend?" 

Dustin huffs. “Yeah. They don’t date. He won’t say why."

"Platonic with a capital P," Max confirms. “It’s obviously because he’s in love with somebody else.”

“Not Nancy!” Lucas protests.

“There are other girls besides Nancy, Sinclair.”

You busy yourself with serving the last set of nachos. The kids pull out crumpled bills and coins in return. You count the money and stack it directly into the register; you know there won't be any change. 

When you turn, they're still there. Dustin has his signature grin on, eyes squinty. 

"Yeees," you drag out. "Can I help you?"

"We need a favor," Lucas says. "Please."

"Hmm." You lean over the counter. "What's up?"

"They're showing Prince of Darkness on Friday," Dustin explains. "But it's rated R."

"So just sneak in. Isn't that what you guys did at Starcourt?" you ask.

"We had an inside man then. They're a lot stricter at the new one," Lucas frowns. "They ask for IDs 'cause some mom complained after her kid snuck in to watch Risky Business." 

"And why can't your babysitter take you?"

You sneer at the thought. Steve spending his Friday nights herding a bunch of adolescent teens into a movie theater. There's a reason you consider Dustin affectionately delusional. 

"He has a stupid date," Dustin groans. "He's a serial dater, Y/N. It's terrible. He gets lucky once and totally ditches us."

Now that sounds like the Steve you knew. 

"I see. I don't really like horror stuff."

"You don't have to stay!" Dustin insists. "You can watch whatever you want after we’re in. I'll pay you back for the ticket."

“This would be so much easier if Steve still worked at Scoops,” Mike grumbles.

You blank for a moment, the image of Steve in a sailor’s hat and those ridiculous shorts whiting your brain.

“Um,” you begin. “You know I don’t have a fancy BMW to cart you guys around in, right?”

“It’s cool. We’ll get there,” Max says.

“So?” Dustin bounces on his toes. “Sooo?”

You sigh. It’d been nice of Dustin to get you the movie, even though you’d chickened out and ran. And it’s not like you have anything better to do.

“Okay,” you say. “I’ll get you guys in.”

Dustin pumps his fist. “Thanks, Y/N! You’re my favorite old person.”

You roll your eyes. “Funny. Any funnier, and I might rescind my help, Henderson.”

“Byeeee!”

They all disperse to the arcade. You wonder how on earth Steve got involved with them.

March 1983

“Okay, but if you had to choose.”

“Pass. I would literally rather swallow pennies than kiss Principal Coleman’s bald-ass head, Steve.”

Steve takes a triumphant swig of beer. “So you’re saying you’ve got the hots for Benny the janitor.”

“No!” you insist through giggles. “I don’t. God, you’re gross. Can’t believe I’m being treated like this on your birthday.”

“Exactly! My birthday.”

He rolls onto his side in his deck chair and nearly faceplants on the cement. You reach out, reaction time delayed.

“Steve!” you yell. “Careful.”

“I am, I am,” he mumbles, and rights himself on the chair. “Jus’ wanna see you better.”

“I keep telling you you need glasses.”

“I do not,” he whines. “My vision’s ten outta ten. Could a guy who needs glasses do this?”

He crumples up a Twinkies wrapper and throws it towards the garbage. The wind picks up and sends the wrapped into the pool. 

“Shit,” he says.

You belly laugh in delight.

“Wait, wait, redo. Go fish it outta there.”

“Oh, as if. I’m not going in there. I told you you need glasses. Even Mother Nature agrees.”

"She does not. Mother Nature thinks I'm a doll."

You hum and close your eyes. Alcohol always makes you sleepy. 

The chair scrapes against the concrete. You hear a crinkle of a chip bag. Those are your only warning before you’re crushed by two hundred pounds of drunk boy. 

“Steve!” You wheeze, squirming as his hair tickles your face. “Get off!”

"’M sleepy,” he mumbles.

“Well, don't sleep on me, weirdo.”

“‘S cold.”

“You run, like, a hundred degrees, don’t lie.”

He lifts his head. “So you’re saying I’m hot?”

“I’m saying all that booze cooked your brain,” you reply sweetly.

“I’ve been wounded,” he moans and plops onto your shoulder.

“Ugh.” You resign to your fate and lean back. Steve’s not actually that heavy; even drunk, he has a lot of control over his weight and he’s situated himself so he isn’t crushing anything important. No, you squirm underneath him for a very different reason. 

“Steeeeve,” you whine. “You’re gonna squish me into a pancake.”

“Can’t believe no one else came.”

You still. Steve’s face remains buried in your shoulder. His body is beside yours, and he has an arm slung over your belly.

“I didn’t—didn’t want a party,” he continues. “I always throw parties. I thought I’d do somethin’ different. An’ none of them even wished me a happy birthday. ‘Cept you.”

You rest your hand on the back of his hair. It’s wind-blown and messy from the drinks, free of his heady hair gel. You’ve never loved it more.

“Did you tell them your birthday is today?” you ask gently, even though you know he did.

“Yeah,” he says. “Told all of ‘em. Guess they weren’t listening.”

“I listen.”

Steve looks up at you. His eyes are glassy.

“God, I miss you,” he says.

You feel the wall you’ve built this year crumble, just a little. 

“I’m right here, Steve.”

“I know but—been a jerk lately. I know I have. You’re my best friend, okay? Nothing’ll change that. I–I love you so much.”

Your breath hitches. Steve barrels on, not noticing.

“And I’ll be better. We’ll hang out more. Not–not here, drunk. But for real. We’ll go to the movies. Y’wanna see a movie?”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “I wanna see a movie.”

“‘Kay, what movie? Anything you want. We’ll get popcorn and Raisinets.”

“You hate Raisinets,” you choke through a watery laugh.

“I’d eat Raisinets anytime with you.”

You lay there, in the dark, the only sound being the pool filter.

“Let’s watch the new James Bond.”

“Hmm, okay. But you’ll have to say the name eventually.”

Your nose crinkles. “I am not calling it by its name.”

His laugh is warm in your neck. 

You don’t tell Steve to get up again. He snuggles into you, leg over yours. You fall asleep like that, curled underneath him.

Now

“Wait.” Max stops. “Shouldn’t we have, like, a game plan?”

“Game plan?” El asks quietly.

“Yeah. Some of us aren’t so great at playing it cool.”

She stares at Lucas.

“I play it cool!” he squawks. “I am so cool!”

“Right.”

“Just let Y/N do the talking,” Will says. “She’s technically the adult so she should act like this is a conscious choice.”

You shrug. “Makes sense to me.”

Dustin beams. “This is gonna be great!”

“Or a total disaster,” Max says.

You go to the counter, the kids trailing behind like ducklings.

“Six tickets for Prince of Darkness, please,” you say. “And uh, one for Dirty Dancing.”

The attendant looks at you, then at the kids.

“Don’t you mean seven tickets for Prince of Darkness?” she asks. “It’s rated R.”

Shit. “Right, yes. Sorry. Seven tickets. And one for Dirty Dancing. We have another friend who’s late.”

“Uh-huh.” 

The attendant, whose bored expression you’ve recognized on your own face after long days in the arcade, hands you your tickets without any questioning. 

“I think we’re in the clear,” Lucas whispers when you enter the concession area. 

You wait for them to buy their snacks. Max persuades Lucas to let her mix M&Ms into their bucket of popcorn. He agrees and shuffles closer so they’re pressed shoulder to shoulder while they share. 

“Okay, last stretch,” Mike says, shoveling a frighteningly large handful of sour worms into his mouth. “We just have to get past the ticket guy.”

Said ticket guy is a kid who can’t be much older than you. You think you might’ve gone to school together, but you’ve made it a point to eviscerate everything about high school from your mind.

“Hey,” you say, trying to act cool. Maybe you’re the one Max should’ve been worried about, instead of Lucas. “Uh, here are our tickets.”

He takes the tickets, then looks behind you.

“Prince of Darkness is only for people seventeen and older,” he says.

“I’m an adult, so I’m with them,” you explain. “I’m, like, their guardian?”

“Yeah, uh—” He hands you your tickets. “No can do. There needs to be an adult for each person under seventeen.”

“Come on,” you cajole. “They’re high schoolers. It’s not like they’re gonna be scarred for life watching some zombies, or whatever.”

He shrugs. “Rules are rules.”

“She’s an adult!” Dustin argues.

“Look, if you’re gonna hold up the line, I’m gonna have to—”

“Yo, Gillespie! That you?”

Dustin turns and lights up. The seven of you part for Steve Harrington and his date, a pretty strawberry blonde you think you had biology with.

“Harrington, man, what’s up!” 

Ticket Prick gets up to slam Steve into a bear hug. You barely resist an eye roll.

“Shit, I haven’t seen you in a year! Where’ve you been all this time? Hey, did you hear about that shit with Munson?”

Steve flinches. It’s a tiny movement, indiscernible to the trained eye. But it’s there all the same.

“Gillespie, c’mon. Don’t bring the party down with that,” Steve says, all sweet charm. 

“Sorry, sorry. Daisy,” he greets the girl attached to Steve’s arm.

“Gil,” she replies with a giggle. “You smell like popcorn butter.”

America’s future taxpayers. Terrifying. 

“Are you gonna let us in or not?” Max interrupts, arms folded. 

You feel a burst of pride.

Gil shoots her a dirty glare and puffs up, ready to fight a fourteen year old. Steve cuts in smoothly.

“Gillespie, listen. I know her.” He points to you. You bristle. “I can personally vouch that she’s just trying to do right by these kids. They wanted to see Prince of Darkness, y’know? Get away from the parents.”

“It’s a sick film,” Gil agrees. “You seen it?”

No, of course Steve hadn’t seen it. He hates horror. 

“Planning on it,” Steve says, the ultimate image of playing it cool. “Look, you remember sneaking into the movies. Fast Times? Ring any bells?”

Max rolls her eyes. You’re inclined to do the same.

Gil laughs dopily, and nudges Steve. “Hell yeah, I do. That was a crazy night, Harrington.”

Steve smiles thinly. “Sure was. So whaddya say? For old times’ sake?”

Gil considers your little troupe. Then he shrugs.

“Why not. Manager’s not here anyway.”

He takes the tickets and tears them to stubs, then gives them back.

“Theater six. On your left. Enjoy.”

The kids stampede into the left theater wing. You hang back with your own ticket. 

“Appreciate it, man,” Steve says, all smiles. “Take care, alright?”

“Hey, you too, Harrington! We gotta catch up!”

Steve and Daisy go in. You expect them to walk right past you, and Daisy does, predictably. But Steve stops.

“I’ll catch up, okay?” he tells her. “Find us some good seats?”

She paws at him a little, then goes, sodas in hand. You stiffen as Steve walks and stops three feet away from you. 

“Hey,” he says. “Sorry about that. Gil’s an asshole.”

“I know. He yawned during my poetry reading sophomore year. And then you guys went to the movies together.”

Steve shrinks. “Your poems were great.”

You’re suddenly exhausted.

“What do you want, Steve?”

“I just… I wanted to see you. Say hi.”

“Okay.” You cross your arms. “Hi.”

“You forgot your movie,” he says. “The other day.”

“I didn’t want it that much.”

“Dustin said you looked everywhere for it.”

“Well, in the end, it didn’t really matter,” you say. “Not enough to stay.”

“Y/N—”

“I think your date’s waiting for you,” you interrupt. “Better get back to her. Wouldn’t want to taint your reputation.”

Steve makes a noise like he’s been wounded. You turn on your heel before you can think better of it. 

“Wait.” He catches your wrist. Steve’s grip is light, like you’re something precious to hold. You wrench your arm away. “Y/N, I want to apologize. I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you ask. “For forgetting me? I didn’t expect you to remember, Steve.”

“I didn’t forget you,” he insists. “I could never forget you. I wasn’t—please, can I just explain?”

“I don’t need your explanations,” you snap. The hurt corrodes your tongue like acid. “I know what happened. We were both there. You left.”

Steve’s eyes are huge and dark. He looks like you just stabbed him in the heart, and that makes you feel worse. You’d thought telling him how much it hurts would put you back together, but all it did was break you more.

So you run. Again. 

You slam through a back exit and rip your ticket into a million pieces. The wind is cold and unforgiving. Your eyes sting. 

You call out sick for two days in a row. You kind of expect to get fired, but then again, people have been leaving Hawkins and if you’re not here to serve the masses their slushies, who will be?

So, after lying in bed not thinking about movies and strawberry blonde girls and how sick you are of this town, you get up and put on your arcade vest.

Now it is two in the afternoon. You’d heard it was supposed to snow today.

Robin eyes the snack counter like it holds the next plague outbreak. You don't blame her; you make it a point to wash up to your elbows after work.

"Slushie?"

She looks at you like she’d forgotten you were there. "What?"

You point a thumb at the machine. "Are you here for a slushie?"

"Oh. No, sorry. Red dye makes me insane in the brain. Steve actually—"

Robin stops, grimaces. So he's told her. Probably everything, if the kids had been telling the truth. 

You're honestly surprised she's here. Unless it’s to, like, swirlie you in the vat of artificial cheese. 

"Are you here to drown me in nacho cheese?" you ask.

Robin's eyes go wide as dinner plates. "What? No!"

"Just checking." You lean against the counter. "What can I do for you, Robin?" 

Robin suddenly looks like she's never interacted with a human being before. You like her a lot. Steve probably does too. 

"I came to drop off your movie." She holds the tape over the counter like it's a pool of lava. 

"But I didn't pay for it." You shove your hand in your jean pocket; you only have a couple dollars on you. "I guess I can get you the money tom—"

"It's on the house. For a fellow Molly fan."

Robin wiggles the tape with two fingers. You take it and wait for a catch. There is none. 

"Thank you," you say. "You didn't have to do that."

"Actually, it wasn't me," she confesses. "I'm just the mailman."

You prepare to hand it back but Robin shakes her head. 

"He's not going to pop out of the slushie machine, okay? He's just trying to make it up to you."

"He doesn't need to make it up to me," you bite, except those aren’t the words you mean. "Why does he even care? We're not in high school anymore."

Robin smiles a sad smile. 

"I know," she says. "We’re not. I know he should've known to fix things earlier. He's received a lot of blows to the head, though, so he's still catching up."

The thought turns your stomach. More? More you weren’t there to protect him from?

"He doesn't owe me anything," you say and wave the tape again. "You can take it back and leave it for somebody else."

"Y/N, I know we don't know each other, like, at all. But it's important to me you know that Steve cares about you, because you’re important to him. And you knew him way before I did, and you probably know a lot of stuff I don't, and that's good because he has a friend like me, but he should also have a friend like you too, Y/N."

"I don't want to be his friend," you mumble. 

"Yeah," Robin says. "I figured. But I don't think that's a confession he should hear secondhand."

You look at her, stunned. She's such a clever girl. You hope she treats Steve well.

"If you two are—"

"We're not," she says, like this is a regular explanation she goes through. "Steve and I are friends. Steve has crashed and burned with every single date since his fall from regency. Steve is the best person I've ever met." 

"Yeah, I’ve heard. You and Dustin are his biggest fans."

Robin snorts. "Trust me, I'm not proud of it."

You shake your head. Your eyes feel hot. 

"This town is so shit," you say. 

"Yeah," Robin agrees. "It really fucking is. But I'm not asking you to give this town a second chance. Just him."

"Why are you trying so much?" you ask. "You don't even know me."

Robin shrugs. "No, but you're the one person Steve used to be friends with who's not an asshole, and I think us non-assholes need to band together."

"I can sometimes be an asshole."

"Me too. So are those little dweebs. How about calling ourselves the Semi-Assholes Club?" 

You laugh. "We'll get jackets."

"With partially drawn butts on the backs," Robin says with a giggle. 

You look at the tape in your hand. 

"Does Steve like John Hughes?" 

"He does. He's a total sap for those. He thinks he's in his own coming-of-age movie because he's delusional."

He sounds perfect. He sounds like the friend you loved. 

"I did want to watch this one," you say. 

"It won't hurt you to," Robin promises. 

You suppose not.

December 1984

You don't believe the whispers. All week, the rumor mill spins tales of Billy Hargrove finally pushing the King off his throne. There's no way he'll show his face, a girl at the adjacent lunch table astutes. I sure as fuck wouldn't.

Steve Harrington is a loser. Steve Harrington got dumped for Jonathan Byers. Steve Harrington may as well be dead, and on and on. 

Every line gets you angrier. A boy who sits behind you in chemistry taps his pencil like he always does. Tap, tap, tap. 

Halfway through class, you snap at him to quit it. He does, but not without a tinge of embarrassment. You’re so angry this year. Angry at your loneliness, angry at the unfairness of said loneliness. You might’ve done this to yourself, and that fact only gets you angrier.

You see Nancy Wheeler in the hallways with Jonathan Byers, and the confirmation of that rumor should make you happy. It doesn't. 

A week later, most of the excitement has died down. Everybody’s moved onto the next big thing, which is to deduce who fucked in Vice Principal White's office. One look at V.P. White, and it had been decided that it can't have been White himself. 

You can't care less. Once upon a time you might’ve laughed about it with a friend, but you don't have any more of those, and high school is bullshit with or without them. So.

Steve walks in twenty five minutes into the period. Mrs. Kaplan gives him a downright beastly glare and demands to know where he had been. 

"I'm sorry," is all he says. "If you give me detention, I understand."

There are a few snickers that rub at an old hurt, one that had flared up whenever somebody dared to make fun of your best friend. It doesn't bother me, he'd said, and you'd known it was a lie. 

It bothers me, you’d replied, and Steve had hugged you tight.

Mrs. Kaplan seems more stunned Steve hadn't swaggered past her like a peacock escaped from the zoo and lets him go sit down without a fight. He takes the only empty desk, two rows across from you. You stare. You can't not. 

Half of his face looks like it was mashed in a garbage disposal. It's purple and a sickly yellow. His eye and lip are still swollen. You stare and stare. You feel queasy. 

Billy had done that. You're so angry. You think you might never get past this grief, this loss of a once permanent fixture in your life. 

No one wished Steve a happy birthday this year, you realize out of nowhere.

You stare and stare and stare until Steve looks right back. You're blindsided by thick guilt, like blinking through a milkshake. And then the familiar curl of anger returns because why the fuck should you feel guilty? You aren't the one who fucked everything up, who mascerated this good thing. Steve did this to himself. Steve deserves to walk the halls alone. It's Steve's fault. 

But when you look at him, at his raw wounds, at his bruised knuckles, you know that he already believes he deserves every punch Billy Hargrove gave him. 

You hate Steve Harrington. But you really wish you'd been there to drive him to the hospital. 

Now (And Forever)

The tape sits buried in your drawer for three days. You don’t know what Family Video’s return policy is, but you hope you’re not racking up late fees. You doubt name dropping Dustin will work again.

It’s Saturday when you decide to watch Pretty in Pink. You remove the video from its sleeve. An envelope falls out.

The front has your name printed in squished, loopy script. You remember January at Steve’s house, a stack of thank-you cards courtesy of his mother awaiting the Harringtons’ sign-off. Steve’s hand would cramp and you’d take over while he made grilled cheese for the both of you. Love, The Harringtons, and there was no love in that house, but you think maybe Steve loved enough to make up for it. 

Hi, the letter begins. I hope you’re good. Robin told me you’re going to Hawkins State.

That’s fucking amazing. I’m so proud of you. Are you still writing poetry? I liked that one you wrote about the birds who shared a branch and kept each other warm. I still have it in my notebook in my room.

I’m sorry for the other night. I’m sorry for every night since freshman year, honestly. I’m kind of a dumbass, but you know that, so it doesn’t really excuse anything. I think I’ve actually lost brain cells since we drifted apart.

You crumple the corner, suddenly hot with anger. Who keeps telling him he’s dumb? You want names.

I didn’t forget you, you know. I got scared and I thought maybe I could ease into it, but then you recognized me and… well. I don’t blame you for running.

Anyway. I’m talking too much about myself, when there’s nothing to say. I’m really sorry about what I did, or, actually, what I didn’t do. Somebody told me I was living on autopilot, and that it wasn’t really living at all. I think it was you. 

I’m not living on autopilot anymore. I woke up. And I realized that you’re the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me. I love Robin and the kids and this little family that has apparently invayd invaded your life too. Sorry about that. They never leave and they eat all your food. Good luck. 

But I miss you. I always have.

Shit happened these last few years that I’ll tell you about one day, if you want. I’d rather not, though, because you’ve always been the paranoiac (like that one? Robin said it’s an SAT word) of the two of us and I feel like this would just make you even more of one. But I will tell you, if you want to hear it. I want to tell you everything. I want you to tell me everything too. Like we used to.

I want you to tell me how college is going. Who the annoying jerks in your classes are so I can go beat them up (kidding). I want you to stop by to rent movies so I can lend them for free and you’ll yell at me about taking advantage of fre friendships. 

Fuck, I miss you. It’s always been there, bubbling below the surface. I never stopped missing you. I never stopped loving you. I’m sorry I didn’t write this sooner. I know you said writing is how we express things we can’t say. You were right. You always are. Can’t believe I forgot that. 

It’s okay if you don’t want to be friends. I mean, it hurts, but I respect it. I understand. Most days, I can’t believe people can bear to be around me. But then I hear your voice in my head, telling me that most people are shitheads and that I’m golden and. Well, I don’t know if I believe that, but you were right that most of the people I surrounded myself with were shitheads. Except you, of course. And then I went ahead and fucked that up.

I’ve been working on finding the non-shitheads of the world. I think I’m doing pretty well. And I wrote this because I realized that while I will probably end up buried in this fucking town, you’re going to do something incredible. And nothing incredible ever happens in Hawkins, so I figure you’ll be far away when you do it. 

I didn’t want to miss this chance to write things I never said. So here they are. And you can do whatever you want with them. You’ve always been the best of the two of us. I trust you.

You should watch Dirty Dancing. You’ll like it. I did. I’ll see it again if you want. I’ll watch anything with you.

Did you know there’s another Bond movie coming out in the summer? We could watch that one together too. If you wanted more time to decide.

Sincer

Lo

Your friend,

Steve

You don’t bother ejecting the tape. You run all the way to the bus stop, Steve’s letter in hand. 

You have to see him. No other thoughts register except that one. You have to know if Steve wrote these words because he can’t say them or because you won’t listen.

It isn’t too late when you get to Loch Nora. The neighborhood is dead, which is weird. Steve’s house looks frozen in time: his parents’ car isn’t in the driveway. You wonder if they’ve ever come back since you’ve been gone. You wouldn't be surprised if the answer is no.

There’s a tarp over the pool. The gate is locked with a chain. You can’t sneak in through the fence like you used to. Not that you would. You don’t think strangers can sneak through pool gates.

You knock on the door three times. And wait.

Steve’s car is in the driveway, a duller burgundy than when he first got it. There are a few scratches in the paint. No longer a prized possession. Maybe well-loved instead.

The door swings open. 

Steve says your name like a prayer. You swallow and steel your spine. 

“I got your letter,” you say.

“Oh.” He rubs the back of his neck. His hair is damp like he’s just showered. It curls around his ears. Waves of want hit you. 

“I don’t want to be friends,” you continue before he can speak. “I don’t—I can’t do that again.”

Steve’s mouth draws into the saddest frown you’ve ever seen.

“Okay,” he says softly. “Thank you for telling me.”

“No.” You shake your head. “No, that’s not—I don’t mean it like that.”

His brows knit. “What?”

“I…” You pull out the letter and wave it. “Did you mean it? Do you love me?”

“Yes,” Steve whispers. It’s like a shout in the quiet street. “I meant it.”

“Like a friend?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“Will you love me like a friend forever?” you ask. 

“Always.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut.

“I love you as something more,” you blurt, watery. “I have for a long time.”

You hear the door shut. This is it: your heart on the line, all for nothing—

“Then I’ll love you as something more back,” Steve says. “I’ll love you any way you want me to.”

And he holds you the way you’d held him so many times. You inhale and wrap your arms around his neck. You’ve got an iron grip around the letter. Tears slip down your cheeks.

“I missed you,” you confess.

Steve nods against your shoulder.

“Yeah,” he says, and it sounds a little wet. “I missed you too.”

“You were wrong,” you say into his neck.

“Hmm?”

You pull back to look at Steve.

“Incredible things do happen in Hawkins.”

“Oh, yeah?” Steve smiles, cheeks blotchy. “Like what?”

“We found each other again.”

[kingofscoops]

Jim Hopper in 3.02 The Mall Rats

[vendettaparker]

Complex [S.H.]

Summary: the longer you let it go on, the more painful your situationship with steve becomes. 

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of sex, typos, somewhat hopeful ending, mentions of eddie x reader

a/n: my first piece after my months long hiatus :) i just want to give a special thanks to everyone who sent me such sweet, kind messages these past few weeks. i love and appreciate all of you. and another huge thanks to @indouloureux, who most likely knows me better than anyone at this point. she is the truest friend i could have ever asked for. she always brought a smile to my face even when it felt like i was drowning in my own tears. she’s the reason i never lost sense of who i was, even in an abusive situation for months. she’s the reason that i know i can find myself again and be okay. i love her more than anything. 

“Now I just wanna kill you But I don’t wanna paint you the victim And I talk a good game I’d die for just the promise you’d listen” —Katie Gregson-MacLeod ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

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Movie Night | Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie takes you up on your offer and loses his virginity

Word Count: 2.9K - Much shorter than part 1 but we have no build here, diving straight into the smut 🔥

Content Warnings: 18+ Only, Smut, Oral Sex (F receiving), fingering, PIV (Protected), virgin!eddie

Author's note: Here is the heavily requested part 2! I am hoping it lives up to expectations but I have been in bed sick all weekend, at first I thought it was the flu but it's turned out to be tonsilitis and I feel horrendous 😭 I carried on adding to this in between naps but I haven't been in a very smutty headspace, maybe I should have waited until I felt better before posting it but I am too excited to share it, it's also only been proofread once so I apologise in advance 😂 Enough of me rambling, I hope you enjoy it anyway 💕 (I'm sorry if you asked to be tagged and haven't been, it will likely either be because your blog doesn't state you are over 18 or you just weren't showing up when I tried to tag you!) Thank you so much to everyone that commented/reblogged part 1 with comments, it was your love and encouragement that made me so eager to give you part 2 💕

It took Eddie all of five minutes to get hard again. Even if he wasn’t trying it would have been difficult not to when he was completely losing himself in you. He lay on top of you between your open legs as you engaged in a series of heated and needy kisses. Lips desperate to touch every inch of skin they could reach. Your hips ground into each other in sync, both of you craving the feeling of him finally being inside of you more and more with each passing minute. 

“Eddie,” you whined breathlessly. “Condom.”

“Uh yeah, yeah,” he muttered between kisses, his shaky breaths fanning hot across your face. 

He blindly reached for the handle of the drawer of his bedside table, not willing to pull his lips from yours. When he felt the knob he gripped it and yanked it open with so much enthusiasm the entire drawer dislodged from the dresser and went clattering to his floor. After a second of initial shock you erupted into a burst of laughter as you watched Eddie’s eyes grow wide, obviously surprised by his own strength. 

“Jeez Eds,” you poked at his ribs gently, still giggling. “That eager?” 

“What do you think?” He teased back, rolling his hips hard into yours so his naked cock glided along your glistening folds. 

You gasped in shock at the confident move, while you thought the nervous, fumbling Eddie was the cutest fucking thing in the whole entire world, assertiveness suited him more. You would take anything he was willing to give you but you really hoped he wouldn’t see this as a one time thing, you’d love to experience what he’d be like in bed after you’d helped melt away all of his self doubt. He reluctantly pulled away from you and leaned over to rummage on the ground for the box of condoms. He returned to you with a triumphant look when he finally found them under the mess of socks and boxers he kept in that drawer. 

“So when did you get these?” You asked out of curiosity. 

“I didn’t, Wayne got them for me years ago when he tried to give ‘the talk’” Eddie laughed at the memory, while he found the situation amusing it was probably the most uncomfortable Wayne had ever been in his entire life. “Said as much as he loves me he wasn’t raising another kid that ain’t his.” 

“Are they still in date?” You checked, you might just cry with frustration if you’d gotten to this point and you couldn’t have sex with him. 

“Condoms expire?” Eddie’s face dropped so quickly it was almost comical. 

“Yes,” you exhaled, trying to hide your slight impatience as he scanned the box for the expiration date. 

You stared at his disheartened expression, his brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. You didn’t even realise you’d been holding your breath until you saw the excitement rush back onto his face. 

“We’re good to go,” he grinned. 

You bit your lip as you watched him tear open the box. His fingers trembled slightly as he fumbled with the little foil packaging, it made your heart melt. He ripped one open with his teeth and rolled the condom down his length, giving himself a few strokes for good measure. A deep ache settled between your legs as you watched him shudder under his own touch, still sensitive from his previous orgasm. 

You reached out to him, tugging on his arm until he fell forward onto you. You squealed and laughed beneath him as he crushed you with his weight, his hand gripping your chin as he attacked your face with tiny kisses. You pushed at his ribs gently until you had flipped him onto his back. Straddling him you captured his lips, he immediately deepened the kiss, tongue tangling with yours. You rolled your hips in a steady rhythm, your wetness gliding along his cock. He grunted softly into your mouth and you were overcome with the carnal need to have him inside of you. 

“Eddie,” you panted against his lips. “I need you, I need you.” 

“Fuck, okay” he muttered more to himself in preparation than you. 

“Ready?” You whispered breathlessly as you took hold of him and lined him up with your entrance. 

He nodded his head eagerly and you sank down onto him, just the tip at first but Eddie’s jaw still dropped. He watched himself disappear slowly inch by inch until he bottomed out, he threw his head back into the pillow and whined at the feeling of being engulfed by your warm, wet heat. Eddie was bigger than you were used to but the stretch was divine, you braced your hands on his chest and stayed still for a moment while you let your body adjust to him. 

“You okay?” You asked shakily, you reached a hand up to stroke the side of his face where his head was still thrown back. 

“Mmmhmmm,” he hummed tipping his head forward into your touch, it sounded strangled as he fought to gain some self control. 

You rocked your hips experimentally, both of you gasping at the sensation, he felt so so deep. You linked your hands with his, fingers intertwined and set a steady pace. Eddie was struggling, he thought he would do better this time since he had cum no more than 15 minutes ago but this position was proving to be too much for him. You looked like a fucking goddess above him as you rode his dick, your tits bouncing in his face with each movement of your hips, tiny soft moans catching in your throat each time he brushed against your g-spot. He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to not blow his load so fast but he was fast approaching the edge, the blow job you had given him was amazing but your pussy was like nothing else he had ever felt in his life. He felt the familiar heat beginning to build and his hands suddenly flew to your hips, his fingers gripping like a vice to still your movements. 

“Stop, stop, stop,” he whimpered, his eyes now wide with desperation. 

“What’s wrong? What happened?” You panicked as you stopped bouncing your hips, worried that you had done something to hurt him. 

“Can we swap?” He pleaded. “Wanna set my own pace or I’m gonna cum.” 

You were about to tell him that was okay but you knew he wouldn’t accept it after the way he reacted to your blow job. This was all about him and you wanted to give him whatever he needed. So instead you nodded, leaning over to place a kiss against his swollen lips as he slipped out of you. 

You took his place on the mattress while he settled between your open legs. You cried out in surprise when he scooted back and you felt his lips attach themselves to your clit again, his fingers sinking inside you in the way that you had shown him you liked. He wanted you to cum again before he did and he wasn’t confident he’d get you there using his cock before he exploded. 

“Fuuuuuuuck,” you sighed as you raked your fingers through his chestnut curls. 

His fingers didn’t fill you quite as satisfyingly as his cock had been doing but he was stroking you wonderfully in all the right places. You really were impressed by how quickly he’d perfected it. 

“Eddie, ohhhhh Eddie,” you arched your hips into his face and he moaned into you, the vibrations making you squirm in his hold, you were getting close. 

“I can feel you,” he choked, his lips temporarily leaving your clit as he picked up the pace of his fingers. “Can feel you squeezing my fingers so tight.” 

The thickness of his digits dragging in and out of you had your thighs trembling around his head, you looked down at him to find his hooded gaze already staring up at you. He smiled when your eyes locked, his lips and chin slick with your arousal. 

“C’mon baby,” he whispered before he lowered back down to lick back over your clit, his wrist twisting as he doubled his efforts with his fingers. 

“Ohhhhh my god,” you clenched down on him as you felt the coil tightening in your belly, you couldn’t take it any longer. 

Your back arched as you saw stars, pushing his fingers even deeper into you. You tugged his hair harshly as you fell apart, your body curled in on itself as your legs clamped down around his head. Eddie kept moaning through your orgasm, his fingers slowing their pace a tiny bit at a time until you were whimpering and patting at the now tangled curls you had caused. 

He chuckled into your skin as he pulled away to press kisses against your thighs, your hipbone, your tummy. Eventually making his way up to your lips, you tasted yourself for the second time that night as he licked into your mouth. 

“You make the cutest little noises when you cum for me,” he sighed between kisses. “I can’t get enough of you.” 

His words gave you violent butterflies and you grinned against his lips. He kneaded the doughy flesh of your still shaking thighs in his hands before he bent your knees to wrap your legs around his waist. He gripped his painfully hard cock and dragged the tip up and down your soaked folds, you shivered every time he nudged your sensitive clit. 

“Do you need a minute?” He asked, his impatience showing through the waver in his voice. 

“No,” you shook your head. “Fuck me please.” 

He kissed you again soft and sweet as he effortlessly filled you up. Both of your eyes grew wide, mouths dropped open in a silent “oh” as he was buried to the hilt. His tremoring breath fanned out across your face as he gave an experimental thrust of his hips. He fell forward onto his forearms, one resting by the side of your head where his fingers combed through your hair, the other had his bedsheets tightly gripped in his fists. 

“Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” Eddie mumbled against your temple, his hips finding a steady pace as he thrusted into your heat. 

He pressed more tender kisses to your forehead, your nose and cheeks, the corners of your mouth, the occasional whimper slipping from his lips as he rapidly started to increase his speed. 

“Fuck, hmmmm,” he breathed so quietly. “Ohhhh fu-“ 

His face was fucking angelic, a light blush scattered across his cheeks, pupils blown before he squeezed his glassy eyes shut, jaw hanging slack. He was so beautiful. 

‘How could no one else want him like this?’ You thought. ‘I’m so fucking lucky.’ 

You could tell he was close from the way his hips started to falter, his face was now buried in your neck as he rutted desperately into your pussy. His lips skimmed across your neck and down across your skin before he suddenly sank his teeth into your shoulder. 

“Did you just bite me?” You gasped at the sudden sting. 

“Sorry,” he panted, a hint of guilt in his voice. “Got a little carried away.” 

“No, no, I liked it,” you assured him. “Mark me.” 

Eddie grunted into your flesh as he bit down on you once more, your request making his cock twitch inside your walls. 

“You want me to mark you?” He panted. “Show everyone your mine?” 

“I’m yours,” you whined, you wound your arms around him to rake your nails down his back, delighted when you felt him shudder under your touch. “I’m yours.” 

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, his hips fucked into you at a near brutal pace, you grabbed his ass in both your palms in an attempt to pull him even closer to you. 

For the first time in your life you wished you were on the pill, you were aching to feel his hot seed spilling into you, you wanted every part of him. 

“Eddie, baby,” you cooed next to his ear. “Gotta feel you, ohhh-“

“M’gonna cu- uhhh,” Eddie’s entire body went rigid against yours as he lost control and came undone in your arms, his face tucked tightly into the crook of your neck as you pressed kisses against the crown of his head. “Oh fuck, baby, baby, baby.” 

Your nose nudged softly at the side of his face as your fingers drew invisible shapes across the expanse of his back. Minutes passed before either of had the energy to move. He slipped himself out of you with a wince before lifting his face from its place in your neck and rested his chin on your chest. His hooded eyes gazed up at you, a lazy grin spread across his blissful features. 

“Hi,” he breathed, his head spinning from the happiness coursing through his veins. 

“Hey,” you giggled, booping him on the nose with your pinky finger. 

He scrunched his face and leaned up to kiss you on your lips. This one was different, hot and desperate had turned to loving and tender. 

“Wow,” you sighed as he touched his forehead to yours. 

“Wow,” he agreed, unable to keep the smile off his face. 

He promised he’d be right back as he excused himself. He disposed of the condom and ran to the kitchen to get you a glass of water. He pulled on a fresh pair of boxer shorts and pulled out one of his oversized band t-shirts for you to wear with your panties. He pulled back his duvet and climbed into bed, his arm wide open for you to snuggle into his side. He pulled you so close to him, his hand cupping your chin as he brushed his thumb softly across your cheekbone. If anyone could see you now they’d probably throw up from how sickeningly in love you both looked. 

“I’m so glad it was you,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips to your forehead, his voice so quiet you could have missed it. 

“I’m glad it was me too,” your heart soared as you beamed up at him, you didn’t regret any of your past relationships but a small part of you wished he had been it for you too. 

“Did you mean it? When you said you were mine?” He asked, anxious that it might have been said in the heat of the moment. 

“I’ve always been yours,” you confessed. 

“Fuck, you mean we coulda been doing that for years?” 

“Oh don’t worry,” you smirked. “We’re definitely gonna make up for lost time.” 

“If I knew you finding my crappy porno collection would lead to this I’d have left it out in plain sight a long time ago.” 

You laughed and hid your face in his chest. “Well maybe I’ll forget to call at Family Video more often too.”

“Aha!” He wrapped his arms fully around you so you couldn’t move and crushed you to him. “So you admit it was your fault.” 

“I didn’t say that!” You argued back trying to wriggle free of his vice-like grip but it was no use, he was holding you too tight. 

“Too late, you said it,” he laughed, pinching your sides and kissing the top of your head. 

You accepted defeat and laughed and made out until you settled into a comfortable silence, the soft rise and fall of his chest and his steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep. 

…

The first thing Wayne did when he got home from work in the early hours of the morning was kick back in his armchair with a steaming cup of coffee and turn on the news. He shrugged off his overalls and made his coffee while he tidied the kitchen, pizza from last night still leftover on the counter. He knew Eddie had friends over for movie night on Fridays but he usually did a better job of tidying up after himself. It wasn’t a big deal, the trailer wasn’t much more messy than it usually was. He placed his mug down on his favourite coaster and picked up the remote from where it was flung on the coffee table. 

You had started to stir when you heard movement in the kitchen, Eddie’s bedroom door still slightly cracked open from the night before. You groaned at the sunlight streaming through the cracks in his blinds, you hadn’t meant to stay the whole night but you’d done a pretty good job at tiring each other out. 

“Eddie,” you whispered, shaking his shoulder in an attempt to rouse him where he snored softly next to you. “Eddie, I think Wayne’s home.” 

Eddie’s eyes fluttered open sleepily and you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he looked, you brushed back the stray locks that had fallen in his face while he slept. 

“Morning sweetheart,” he whispered too, pulling you closer to his chest again. 

You shared a couple of sweet lazy kisses before you were harshly torn from your bubble by the sounds of obnoxious moans coming from the living room. 

“What the fuck?” You heard Wayne cry out as you both scrambled into a sitting position. 

“We forgot the fucking tape!” 

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Movie Night

Part 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Your regularly scheduled movie night with your best friend takes a turn when you end up watching a porno, after some confessions you realise you could help each other out

Word Count: 5.8K

Content Warnings: 18+ Only, Smut, Oral Sex (Both m and f receiving), fingering, mentions of sex, Eddie and reader watch porn, virgin!eddie

Author's note: I know virgin!eddie has been written so many times but it is one of my favourites to read so I decided to write one of my own, I think it's turned out to be the longest fic I've written yet! Yes I did research 80s porn films for this fic, I didn't watch any of the ones mentioned but I did read their Wikipedia pages 😂

I also want to wish all of you a happy new year, thank you so much to everyone that showed love on all of my writing last year. I was hesitant to start up again but everyone has been nothing but encouraging and really helped me fall in love with an old hobby again 💕

You loved Eddie’s room, there was something so homey about it. Pictures and band posters covered almost every inch of his walls. Knick knacks and odd little trinkets scattered across his desk and cabinets along with magazines and various things that probably belong in the bin. Guitars and amps in every corner, maybe the only things in the room placed with care. Clothes lazily tossed on the carpet. It was messy sure but it was Eddie, a perfect picture of his mind. You lay on his bed with an old baseball you had plucked up from his bedside table, tossing it into the air and catching it. 

Eddie was your best friend, you had spent every Friday night for the last three years over at his trailer once Wayne had left for work. The two of you would smoke, order pizza and chill out with some crappy movie from Family Video. You had graduated first try while Eddie was repeating senior year for the third time but it never affected your friendship, if anything it made you hang out with each other more since you missed seeing each other all day every day. He stayed behind for Hellfire on Fridays which often ran late, you didn’t mind though, you knew how much this club meant to Eddie. You knew where the spare key was kept so you came to the agreement that you could just let yourself in and wait for him. 

Which is why you were here now, alone on his bed, trying to keep yourself entertained until his return. Your next throw was a little off, you almost tumbled off his bed as you stretched out to catch the ball and missed. It hit his bedside table and rolled underneath his bed. You groaned and shuffled yourself off the bed onto his floor. You felt around blindly knocking several things that weren’t ball shaped before giving up and sticking your head under to have a proper look. Your eyebrows raised in surprise and curiosity when you spied a stack of magazines and two or three videotapes, you immediately suspected they were porn, why else would they be hidden under his bed? You pulled out the first magazine and lo and behold you were right on the money. You smirked and started to flick through the pages, taking note of which ones seemed more crumpled than others. 

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wondered what Eddie was into, you’d thought about it on multiple occasions. He might be one of your best friends but there was no denying that he was a very attractive boy. You had settled for friendship but you were certain that if he had ever tried to make a move you definitely would have let it happen. You looked through a few of the magazines but didn’t find anything too scandalous, they were pretty generic, just your average girly mags. You had always been under the impression that Eddie was into some kinky shit, sure he was a huge dork but there was something about his confidence that gave him an edge, and you were well aware of the handcuffs hanging from the wall beside his closet. You reached back further until you had hold of one of the tapes, you scoffed at the title ‘In Diana Jones and The Temple of Poon’.

“Jesus Christ Eddie,” you laughed as you stretched your arm to grab the other two. 

‘Erotic Nights of the Living Dead’ and a more normal looking one called ‘Insatiable’. You were so engrossed in reading the covers of the tapes you didn’t hear Eddie return until the trailer door slammed shut. You jumped at the noise and scrambled to shove the porn back under his bed but you weren’t quick enough. Eddie sauntered into his room and froze when he realised what you had in your lap. 

“Have you been snooping?” He asked, his hand over his heart in mock insult. 

His tone was teasing so you knew he wasn’t mad but part of you still felt guilty for invading his privacy. 

“Yes,” you admitted. “But it was an accident, the baseball rolled under the bed I swear.” 

“Mmhm,” he hummed, arms crossed over his chest disapprovingly, lips pressed into a thin line. 

“It’s like nothing ever happened,” you held your hands up once the last tape had been flung back under the bed. 

“I don’t care that you found my self care stash,” Eddie shrugged casually as you stood and followed him through to the front room, you pulled a face at the phrase. “But I fully expect to see yours next time I’m in your room, fair’s fair.” 

“I don’t have a stash,” your preferred choice of porn came in the form of erotic novels instead of tapes but he didn’t need to know that. 

“Sure you don’t,” he shot you an over-exaggerated wink to let you know he didn’t believe you and flopped himself down on the couch. 

You sat down on the opposite end and changed the subject, you asked him how Hellfire went and he launched into a whole story about the campaign. You weren’t really into DnD so a lot of the time you never fully understood what Eddie was talking about but you could listen to him talk about it for hours. You loved hearing the passion in his voice and you couldn’t get over how cute he looked when his eyes lit up with excitement the way they were doing right now. It was clear how much Eddie loved Hellfire so you loved that he wanted to share parts of it with you. You asked him about school, he asked you about work, you gossiped about a few people around town and laughed as you told each other stories. A while had passed before your stomach started to rumble and Eddie suggested ordering the pizza. 

“What movie did you get?” You asked as he walked over to the phone. 

“I didn’t get the movie, you were supposed to get the movie,” he said, you furrowed your eyebrows as you thought for a moment. 

“Nope, you definitely said you would call at Family Video on your way home from Hellfire,” you told him confidently. 

“Why would I say that when I was already running late?” 

“It was before you were running late.” 

“Well I guess we aren’t watching a movie then,” he shrugged, you could argue back and forth all night, he knew you were both too stubborn to admit fault so he may as well cut the bickering short. 

“I dunno we could always watch Erotic Nights of the Living Dead,” you joked. 

He spun around with raised eyebrows and stared at you. 

“Kidding,” you laughed only half telling the truth. 

He scoffed and picked up the phone to order the pizza. You smoked while you waited for the food to arrive and then flicked through the channels on the tv, you had to settle for cartoons while you ate as nothing else appealed to either of you. Once you had both finished eating you cycled through the channels one more time and still found nothing. 

“It’s Friday night!” You complained. “How is there not a single good thing on TV?” 

Eddie stretched and blew a raspberry with his lips as he stared blankly at the soap opera currently on screen. 

“I mean, we actually could watch the zombie porn?” You suggested. 

“Are you serious?” He laughed with a hint of nervousness. 

“Yeah,” you shrugged like it was no big deal. “I’m kinda curious, is it good?” 

“No,” he laughed properly this time. “It’s fucking terrible.” 

“Then why do you have it?” You questioned. 

“Dunno? Also out of curiosity I guess?” He wasn’t lying, he loved horror movies so the title piqued his interest but it was probably the worst porno he’d ever watched, he didn’t even bother sticking it out to the end. 

“Okay so we could watch one of the other ones then?” You countered. 

“You really wanna watch porn together?” He couldn’t believe you were actually suggesting this, sure you guys were pretty close but you never discussed sex. 

He didn’t have much to discuss, he was a virgin, the only stories he would have to tell you were of him and his own right hand. He knew that you weren’t a virgin but he was glad you never told him about your experiences, they would only make him jealous. He had thought about asking you out before but you seemed pretty content being his friend. 

“It doesn’t have to be that big of a deal?” You shrugged again. 

You didn’t even know why you were pushing this, you had been curious about the tapes but they weren’t worth making things weird between you and Eddie. Maybe you were just more stubborn than you liked to admit, you had committed to the idea now and you weren’t turning back unless he was completely against it. Eddie was staring at you with his big chocolate eyes open wide and his jaw slack with shock. 

“Alright fuck it,” he matched your shrug as he hauled himself up from the couch and made his way back to his room.

Your stomach flipped with a mixture of excitement and nerves as you waited alone on the couch. He came back waving his copy of Insatiable and you bit your lip. He’d chosen the one that looked like actual porn without a funny plot you could laugh your way through if it did feel awkward. You played with your fingers in your lap while he crouched down in front of the VCR and got the tape set up. He pressed play and flopped down next to you, shuffling around to get comfy on the sofa. You didn’t miss that he had picked up one of the cushions and placed it over his lap, the thought of Eddie sitting right next to you with a raging boner had you clenching your legs together. 

The film opened with a scene of a woman masturbating, you kept your gaze locked on the screen but you could see Eddie’s knee start bouncing with nervous energy out the corner of your eye. You had been watching for all of two minutes and the energy in the trailer had already turned electric. Eddie was watching you more than he was watching the TV, he focused on the subtle changes in your facial expressions, the way your mouth formed a soft oh as you watched the woman pumping her perfectly manicured fingers in and out of her pussy. He took note of the way your chest was rising and falling a little faster, the way your hips were shifting ever so slightly. This was turning you on. Which in turn made Eddie’s cock strain even more painfully against his zipper than it already would have done. 

The scene had now switched to two women eating each other out. Eddie was in hell. He was desperate to undo his jeans just to give himself a tiny bit of relief. Your expression had changed to one he couldn’t quite read, you still looked like you were into it but your brows were knitted together in a slight frown. 

“You okay?” Eddie choked, immediately embarrassed by how raspy his voice sounded. 

“Uh huh,” you nodded, still not taking your eyes off the tv. “I was just wondering what it felt like, you know, guys don’t actually like doing that.”

“What?” Eddie asked incredulously. “No one’s ever gone down on you?” 

“Nope,” you sighed, you hadn’t slept with many people but of the ones you had you didn’t have much luck, they were all pretty selfish lovers. “I suggested it a few times but none of them were into it.”

“Pussies,” Eddie scoffed. 

“Do you do it?” You questioned, your voice had risen in pitch as the image of his messy curls buried between your legs flashed through your mind. 

Shit. He walked himself right into that one. Eddie would love to eat pussy, he’d just never been given the chance. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he tried to think of a quick response. 

“Eddie? Are you okay?” You asked at his silence. 

“Yep, yep, I just uh-“ he huffed a laugh nervously. “I’ve never done it either, I’ve never done anything actually.”

“What?” Your attention was completely off the film now as you turned your entire body in your seat to face Eddie. “You’re still a virgin?” 

Eddie felt his face flaming with embarrassment at your words. He knew this whole thing was a fucking stupid idea. 

“Not by choice,” he snapped, a little hurt when he misread your shock for you poking fun at him. 

“No no no, I didn’t mean it as a bad thing, not at all,” you assured him scooting closer to him so you could place a comforting hand on his forearm, he tightened his grip on the cushion still hiding his erection. “I’m just surprised because, well - have you seen you?” 

Eddie raised his eyebrows and wondered what you meant by that. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You’re hot,” you stated plainly. 

“You’ve been out in public with me,” he laughed. “Girls actively move out of the way to avoid me.”

They did, you had seen it and you hated it. It had nothing to do with his looks though, it was the false “devil worshipping” rumours that had spread around like wildfire. You couldn’t believe you still lived in a town where 90% of the population were complete morons. 

“Doesn’t mean you’re not hot.”

“Okay,” he scoffed. “Even so, no one is lining up to fuck the town freak.” 

“Don’t,” you told him sternly, you had made it a habit to chastise him anytime he referred to himself by the title he’d been unfairly burdened with. “Don’t call yourself that.” 

He gave you a sad smile and placed his hand over yours, giving your fingers a grateful squeeze. You sat in silence for a few moments, the only sounds echoing through the trailer were the moans coming from the tv. It was very distracting during what was supposed to be a tender moment and you couldn’t help bursting into a fit of laughter, only making it worse when you chanced a look at the screen to see the main woman now giving a blow job to what looked like a delivery man. Eddie joined you in your laughter at the ridiculous situation you had ended up in until you were clutching your stomach for air. You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his shoulder as your laughs died down to soft giggles, his shaky shoulder jostling your head every now and again. 

“I wonder what it feels like too,” he blurted out suddenly. 

You lifted your head to look at him in question, he jutted his chin towards the screen where the woman was currently gagging on the man’s cock. 

“Oh,” you breathed, your mind racing as you saw the opportunity to finally make your move. 

Little did you know Eddie’s head was in exactly the same place. The amount of times he’d dreamed of even just kissing you, he’d never felt like he had the chance to explore his feelings for you deeper but weirdly enough this bizarre idea you had created the perfect opening. He sucked in a shaky breath and prepared to shoot his shot. 

“Here’s a crazy idea,” he started. “Just tell me to shut up if I’m getting the wrong vibe here.”

Your insides fluttered as you realised he was about to suggest exactly the same thing you were. 

“We both wanna know what it feels like,” you finished for him. “We could help each other out.” 

“You don’t have to-“ he stuttered before he started rambling. “I mean I really wanna eat you out, if you’ll let me, but I don’t expect you to suck my dick if you don’t wa-“

“Of course I want to you beautiful idiot,” you cut him off placing a hand over his mouth to make him stop talking, you felt him smile against your palm. 

You removed your hand and shuffled even closer until you were almost sat in his lap, he turned his body slightly so he was facing you head on. 

“Do you wanna kiss first?” He asked hesitantly. 

God. He thought scolding himself. Why do you sound so awkward you’ve wanted this for years. 

“Of course,” you giggled like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “C’mere.” 

You placed your palms on either side of his face and pulled him towards your lips. It was slow and gentle at first, curious as you got a feel for one another. His lips were warm and soft, just as you’d always imagined them. The kiss deepened when you felt him tease your lower lip with the tip of his tongue, you granted him access, the wet muscle with your own. His hands which had at first been twisting in his lap awkwardly found purchase on your thighs, squeezing the doughy flesh there, you grinned against his lips when he released a soft sigh of content. He pulled back ever so slightly to give you both the chance to breathe a little, staying close enough for the tips of your noses to still be brushing. 

“Does it feel weird?” He asked, his hot breath fanning delicately over your skin. 

“Yes,” you nodded with another giggle. 

“You wanna stop?” He asked a little dejected, not expecting your answer, to him kissing you felt like the most natural thing in the world. 

“Fuck no,” you dived straight back in for his lips, smothering him with a fierce kiss that had him inhaling a sharp moan, the sound sent butterflies straight to your stomach. 

You took your time lazily tasting one another, your hands ended up tangled in his messy locks, nails digging into his scalp which only spurred on his intensity. He still had the cushion covering his lap which was the only thing stopping you from straddling him and grinding against what you knew he was trying to conceal. Not that it mattered now, you’d be more disappointed if he wasn’t hard at this point. A loud, guttural moan from the tv tore your attention away from one another, you looked to see the woman on screen now being fucked over a snooker table by two guys at once. 

“Can we turn this shit off now?” Eddie asked breathlessly. 

“Oh yeah,” you agreed, sliding from the sofa. 

You fiddled with the button on the VCR until the screen went black. You stood and turned around gasping when you bumped into Eddie who’d walked right up behind you. 

“Sorry,” he laughed softly, taking you by the elbows and chasing your lips with his again. 

It was so gentle it made you light headed, when he took a step forward and you felt his very prominent erection digging into your lower stomach you whimpered into his mouth. He was desperate to make you make that sound again. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, never breaking the contact he walked you backwards towards his bedroom. 

The back of your knees hit the edge of his bed and you squealed as you fell backwards. He attached his mouth to your jaw, following your movements as you shuffled to lay back against his pillows. He gripped your chin and tilted your head back, lazily sucking a messy trail down your throat and across your collarbones. He rocked his hips into yours and you both gasped at the delicious friction. 

“You first okay?” He mumbled against your skin as he sucked a bruise onto the tender skin just below your ear. “S’probably gonna be over pretty quickly for me.” 

He laughed but you could hear the insecurity in his tone. You stroked his face and placed a peck against his temple. 

“You know that’s okay right?” You assured him. “It’s actually kinda sexy.” 

He pulled a face that said you were full of shit. 

“I’m serious!” You promised. “Knowing that I made you feel so good that you just couldn’t hold back, hotter than most guys think.” 

“If you say so,” he smiled, thinking you were just trying to make him feel better.

He pushed your shirt up to pepper kisses across the soft expanse of your stomach, licking the spot just above the button of your jeans. His fingers fumbled with the button and he worked to remove them, feeling a sudden rush of timidity you covered his hands with your own. 

“Can we like, undress together?” You asked. “At the same time?” 

“Sure, yeah sure,” he nodded, leaning back on his heels. 

His shirt was the first to go. Then yours. Next was his jeans, the clinking of his belt buckle made your mouth go dry, his cock sprang forward as he pushed the denim down over his ass, your eyes widened at the sizable tent in his blue boxers, a darker spot visible that was wet with his precum. 

“Your turn,” he laughed snapping you out of your trance, you had been staring. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, pushing your own jeans down over your legs. 

Once you had tossed them to the carpet beside you he wasted no time kissing you senseless, pushing you back against his mattress. This was a whole different feeling, his warm, soft skin pressed against yours. The outline of his dick so much more apparent now there was only the two thin layers of your underwear separating you. You whined and swallowed each others moans as you got lost in the tangled limbs of the other. He palmed your breast over the cup of your bra before pulling back a panting, desperate mess. 

“Can I take this off?” He pleaded pulling at the strap. 

You arched your back and reached behind you to undo the clasp quickly. You ripped it down your arms and tossed it to the floor along with the rest of your clothes. Eddie stared down in awe at your bare chest, he had pictured what you looked like naked countless times but none of them compared to the real thing. You were fucking perfect. 

“Eds?” You asked, feeling shy under his intense gaze. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, eyes still trained on your chest. 

If he was this hypnotised by your tits what would he be like when his face was buried in your pussy. He rested his palms on either side of your waist, brushing his hands upwards over the delicate skin of your ribs before cupping a breast in each hand. He leaned down for more kisses as he kneaded and pinched your sensitive nipples. He moaned softly into your mouth and it made a deep ache settle between your legs. 

“Eddie please,” you whispered with a roll of your hips. 

He grunted at the friction against his leaking cock, his name had never sounded so beautiful leaving your lips. He kissed his way quickly down the valley between your breasts and along your soft stomach before he inched back on the bed, his face now level with your clothed cunt. 

“Oh fuck,” he sighed as he eyed the big wet patch that had soaked through the material of your cotton panties. “Did I make you this wet or were you just really enjoying the film?” 

You leaned up on your elbows and smiled down at him, whether he was joking or not he really had no idea the effect he had on you. 

“You,” your heart skipped at the flash of pride that crossed his face. “All you.” 

He took a minute to run his middle finger up and down the wet patch, your hips shifting of their own accord every time he bumped over your clit. You soon became impatient and lifted your hips to rid yourself of your panties, Eddie’s fingers met yours as he reached to pull them the rest of the way down your legs. His cock twitched in his boxers when he laid his eyes on your bare pussy for the first time. He gawked in awe at the pretty pink folds swollen and glistening with your arousal, he was almost drooling when he snapped himself out of his trance once again. 

“Promise if it’s bad you’ll stop me?” His voice laced with self doubt, his fingers tracing lazy patterns across the skin on your thighs. 

“I won’t stop you,” you reached down to stroke under his chin forcing him to look up at you. “I’ll guide you, forget everything about that film and just do what feels natural.” 

“‘Kay,” he nodded, he tipped his chin to press a thankful peck against the palm of your hand. “Ready?” 

“Mmhmm,” your sigh comes out trembling from the anticipation as you lay back against the pillows. 

He slid his arms beneath your thighs so your legs were over his shoulders where he lay. The first touch was experimental, a quick swipe of his tongue across your clit but it made you whimper still. His eyes fluttered shut as he explored you, flicking and suckling as his confidence built from your reactions. Your hands flew down to tangle in his hair when he shook his head back and forth between your legs, the soft curls tickling the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. He moaned into you as your nails raked across his scalp and the vibrations caused you to gasp and buck your hips into him. 

“Fuck, holy fuck,” he pulled away panting, his chin shiny with your slick. “You taste so fucking good.” 

He pressed his thumb against your clit, fumbling through a couple of misses at first until you threw your head back against his pillow and whined. He focused on the spot that had caused you to make that noise and rubbed small fast circles, your hips wiggled against his touch until he replaced his thumb with his lips and sucked hard. He ran his middle and ring fingers along your slit, gathering your wetness before plunging the digits inside you. You winced a little as his movements started as harsh jabbing motions and he immediately noticed your discomfort. 

“Like this,” you showed him how to curl his fingers in a come hither motion. 

He was a fast learner, once he was using his fingers the way you had shown him it didn’t take long for him to find your g-spot. His tongue lapped at your clit as he carried on working his fingers inside of you, your back arched off the bed as you felt the heat of your impending orgasm build faster and faster. Eddie could tell you were close, the way you were grinding yourself against his face had him thrusting his own hips against his mattress. If you didn’t finish soon he was probably going to cum in his pants and then he really would want the ground to swallow him up. 

“Eddie,” you whimpered as your grip on his locks tightened. “Eddie, feels so good.”

He growled into you when you said his name, it was one of the best fucking sounds you had ever heard in your life. A few more flicks of his tongue and a stroke against your spot and the dam broke. You cried out as your hips writhed against his face, Eddie tightened the grip he had on one of your thighs to hold you down to him. He didn’t relax his strokes until you were a trembling, mewling mess, weakly pulling at his hair as you became overstimulated. 

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” 

You were whimpering his name, he pulled his lips away and gazed up at you with glassy, lust blown eyes. He had a proud smirk pulling at his lips, his fingers still moving inside of you lazily. He grinned when he pulled them out of you and examined the slick coating the digits. 

“Was I okay?” He asked you with a cheeky grin, his earlier doubt well and truly washed away, he felt the intensity at which you clenched around his fingers when you came. 

“Very, very, very much okay,” you laughed breathlessly. “More than okay Eds you’re fucking amazing.”

He laughed with you, a slight blush tinting his cheeks at your praise. He shifted to his knees and groaned at the ache in his cock, the tiny movement alone almost pushing him to the edge. Fuck he thought. Your eyes widened as you looked at the precum stain on his boxer which has almost tripled in size since before he went down on you. You rose to your knees and crawled towards him. You pulled his face towards you for a searing kiss, your tongue gliding against his own so you could get a taste of yourself. You reached down ever so lightly to run your fingers up his cock from base to tip. He whined into your mouth and bucked forward. 

“Fuck, fuck don’t do that, sorry” he panted. “‘M so close already and you haven’t even touched me.”

The desperation in his voice was making you melt. You gave him a peck on the tip of his nose and encouraged him to lie back where you had been against the pillows. You pulled his boxers over his hips and watched as his cock sprang free slapping against his stomach. Holy. Fucking. Shit. You couldn’t help the way your jaw hung open as you stared at his full length. You had thought it was cute but funny the way he had been staring at you earlier but you were certainly mimicking his expression right now. You had never thought that a dick looked pretty before but christ Eddie was fucking beautiful. 

You had an idea that he was big from when he was grinding against you but actually seeing him was a whole other thing. You shouldn’t have been surprised, everything else about Eddie was so goddamn perfect why wouldn’t his dick be too. The shaft was long and velvety, a few delicate veins showed faintly beneath the skin, the bulb of his sticky, red tip blotted with precum that leaked just below his navel. He was starting to get nervous again the longer you didn’t speak. He hugged his arms to himself praying for you to just make a move, any move. 

“What?” He muttered so quietly. “It’s not weird or anything is it?” 

His voice brought you back to reality and you looked up at his blotchy cheeks, wide brown orbs full of worry and you were overcome with the need to kiss him again. You launched forward and attacked his lips with your own, swallowing his gasp of surprise. 

“No,” you said in between kisses. “Not weird - just so - fucking pretty.” 

You feel the stiff press of his erection against your ass as you continue to make out with him, the leaking tip smearing wet streaks across your skin as he bucked against you. 

“Please - sweetheart,” he croaked against your lips. “Begging you.” 

You showed him mercy and pulled away from his lips, open mouthed kisses now trailing down his chest and abdomen until you reached his painfully swollen cock. You decided not to tease him any longer, you didn’t think he’d be able to take it. 

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Eddie cried, the palms digging into his eye sockets as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick, your hand jerking the silky smooth base. “Fu- baby, feels so goo- gonna make me cum.”

The way he was choking on his words was adorable. You open your throat and bob your head within a centimetre of your gag reflex. Up and down, up and down your lips become a mess of precum and spit, his hips jarring upward to drive himself deeper into your mouth. You feel his thighs shiver beneath where your forearms are resting, he’s so close you can tell. You cup his sack gently with your free hand and take him to the back of your throat with a quiet gag. Eddie’s orgasm rushed over him so violently he didn’t have a chance to pull you away. 

You choke a little as a thick, hot spurts of his cum paint the back of your throat. You compose yourself and swallow him down, allowing the rest to rope across your tongue. Eddie whimpers incoherently while he combs his fingers through your hair, his hips still rocking as he humped your face through his release. You breathed harshly through your nose as you focused on taking him all down. He shudders as you give him a squeeze to lap up the remainder of cum before you release him with a pop, the back of your hand wiping the drool from the corners of your lips. His feeling of bliss quickly turns to humiliation as he realised all of that can’t have lasted more than 2 minutes. He threw his arms across his eyes, terrified of looking down at you and seeing disappointment. 

“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” he mumbled. “Fuck - Couldn’t hold it back, you just felt so good.”

Oh Eddie. Sweet Eddie. 

“It’s okay, hey it’s okay,” you whispered against his skin as you kissed your way up his body. 

You peppered your lips over every inch of his forearms in an attempt to coax them away from his face. When that wasn’t working you slipped your hands into his own and yanked them away, your forehead falling forward to press against his. 

“It’s okay,” you assured him softly.

He leaned into your touch, his fingers intertwining with your own. 

“Thank you,” he simply said. “Not just for making me feel better but for even agreeing to this.” 

“Eddie, you seriously think I wouldn’t want this?” 

His brows knit together with an anxious look that said yes, he absolutely thought there was a chance you’d say no to this. 

“Well, put it this way,” you placed his hands on your hips while you reached yours up to cup his face. “If you want to give me your virginity, you know fully, I’d be more than honoured to take it.” 

“Are you serious?” He chuckled breathlessly in joyful disbelief when you nodded with a grin. “When?” 

“Whenever you want,” you laughed at his eagerness. “I know you already have condoms in that draw.” 

“Oh so you do snoop,” he accused playfully, tightening his grip on your hips to flip your positions. 

“Sometimes,” you admitted sheepishly. 

“Hmmm,” he hummed as he started to mouth at your neck, his hips slowly starting to rock against yours once again. “Just give me a few minutes and we’ll be good to go.” 

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ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS

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joe keery making everyone foam at the mouth by simply pushing the hair out of his face (the power he has over me…IM WEAK)

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[laheymaze]

where in the hell did you find that

✨eddie munson✨ x fem!reader <3

summary: you and eddie have secretly been hooking up and of course, dustin and steve get suspicious that you are hiding something and completely invade your privacy to reveal your secret <3

prompts: “i don’t remember that, that doesn’t sound like me” & “recognize this?” “where in the hell did you find that?”

warnings: mentions of sex, make out sesh, language, not proof read!

*this has been one of my faves to write so far!!!*

PART TWO HERE <3

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You started hooking up with Eddie Munson behind your friends backs two months ago, and they were starting to suspect you were hiding something from them. You never thought you’d be in a relationship like this with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, but when you got paired together for an English project, and he started looking a little too hot, you couldn’t resist.

It wasn’t a classic friends with benefits thing. You had clothes and other miscellaneous belongings at each others houses, and Eddie even brought you lunch and dinner occasionally and you would just talk about life. It wasn’t a dating-type thing, but whatever it was, it worked for the both of you.

Your friends started suspecting you were hiding something a couple of weeks ago, more specifically, nosey ass Dustin and Steve. You were going to meet Eddie for a much-needed night together, and apparently, you looked too happy. It made it more suspicious to them when you wouldn’t say where you were going. You said it was none of their damn business and walked out of Family Video. Not your best coverup.

You were currently laying on Eddie’s couch, only in a bra and underwear, blanket over you, while Eddie was making breakfast in the kitchen, only in his underwear. You smiled at him as you watched him make pancakes, surprisingly good at doing so. He looked up, noticing you staring.

“What?” He questioned, smiling.

“Nothing.” You looked away and stared at the TV. “Wanna watch a movie tonight?”

“Let me guess, 'Sixteen Candles’?”

“Shut up.” You told Eddie, laughing and throwing a pillow at him as he walked over to you. He moved the blanket off of you, wrapping it around his back, then laying on top of you. He placed a hungry kiss on your lips.

“I’m surprised you want to go to Family Video with the way those idiots have been hounding you about your secret double life.” Eddie joked. He placed his elbows on the side of you, rubbing your face and playing with your hair with his hands.

“They think I’m hooking up with some mystery college guy. That doesn’t even sound like something I’d do. They’re so dumb.” You said.

“And hooking up with the school’s biggest freak does?” Eddie questioned.

“That’s not what I meant. And I didn’t think we were only hooking up. It doesn’t feel like that’s all this is. If it was, you wouldn’t be making me breakfast or caressing me right now.” You pointed out. Eddie nodded his head, agreeing.

“When you put it that way, I guess you’re right,” Eddie said, kissing your forehead.

“Why, do you only consider us to be fuck buddies?” You were confused and truly hoping he didn’t think that. You shifted, trying to get up. Eddie moved immediately and let you sit up, grabbing the blanket from him.

“Oh my gosh, no, Y/N! I feel the same way you do! I’m sorry, I didn’t phrase that right I guess.” Eddie pulled you on top of him, he peppered you with kisses all over. You giggled and put your lips on his.

“I’m sorry. You know how I am. Queen of overthinking. Can we just eat pancakes now?” You snuggled into his chest, wrapping your arms and legs around his body. He swiftly picked you up, carrying you to the counter and placing you on it. You giggled and smiled the whole time. He hand-fed you a pancake, smiling like an idiot while doing so. Eddie was completely and utterly whipped. Especially after knowing you didn’t consider your relationship just hooking up. How could you keep getting more perfect?

—-

“Hey, Hair! Can I have 'Sixteen Candles’?” You greeted Steve, him rolling his eyes at your nickname for him.

“Again?” He questioned.

“Not you too.” You slipped out.

“Who else makes fun of you for loving that movie?” Steve inquired.

“My mom does, constantly.” You covered.

“Sure.” Steve gave you a suspicious look and got the movie for you. Before you thought you were in the clear, Dustin came into the store. You groaned quietly, not wanting to hear about your secret life. If only he knew it was with his D&D leader and role model.

“Y/N!” Dustin gave you a side hug. “What have you been up to?” He questioned.

“Nothing much, just enjoying my Saturday. I’m going to watch my favorite movie later with some friends.” You told the young boy. “What about you Dusty-bun?” You asked.

“I just invited the Hellfire gang over to hang out tonight at my house, so I’m getting some horror flicks!” Dustin said, excitement in his voice. You lifted your eyebrows.

“Everyone is going?” You questioned.

“Yeah! You can come too if you want, and you too Steve! But I know you think we are a bunch of nerds.”

“Indeed Henderson,” Steve added, handing you your movie.

“Thanks.” You said quietly. “As for tonight, I’ll let you nerds have a night to yourselves. I’ll see you two later.” You quickly left the store, rushing back to Eddie’s. Leave it to Dustin to ruin your movie night.

When you pulled up to his trailer, Eddie was outside, sitting on the steps.

“Hey, I’ve been waiting for you!” Eddie told you, getting up.

“To tell me that Dustin asked you to hang out and so you’re ditching me?” You laughed.

“You’re not mad?” Eddie pulled you to him, kissing your lips lightly.

“No. I know how much he means to you. You can just come by my house afterward.”

“Sounds like a plan gorgeous.”

——-

It hit ten o'clock when all of the Hellfire members left Dustin’s, leaving him, Steve, and Eddie alone. Yes, Steve showed up after Dustin’s begging.

“Did Y/N seem off to you today? She got weird when you said your nerds were coming over here.” Steve asked Dustin. Eddie flipping him off.

“She’s been weird the last couple of months, dude. She sneaks off at school and on the weekends especially. But yeah, you’re right. Every time Hellfire comes up she gets weird.” Dustin agreed.

“Maybe Eddie scares her,” Steve said, laughing. Eddie sarcastically laughed at the statement. Knowing he very much does not scare you…

“We should go check on her. See what’s up.” Dustin said.

“Maybe she just wants some privacy? You two are so fucking nosey.” Eddie told the pair. Steve and Dustin looked at him with blank stares.

“Are you coming or what?”

The three boys hopped in Steve’s car and drove to your house. Eddie couldn’t let them harass you with questions without him there. Luckily, he remembered that your parents went out of town this weekend.

When they got there, you were startled by the headlights but assumed it was just Eddie. When you answered the door and saw Steve and Dustin looking back at you, Eddie behind them, you were very confused.

“Why are you two here?”

“Don’t you mean to ask why the three of us are here?” Dustin picked up on your slip-up immediately.

“I didn’t even see Eddie, sorry.”

“Sure.”

The three boys made their way in, heading towards your room. You prayed there wasn’t anything of Eddie’s visible.

“We wanted to see how you’re doing. We’re worried about you.” Steve explained.

“Seriously? You guys need to stop with that. I am fine!”

“Well just to be sure, let’s watch 'Sixteen Candles’! Even though you probably just got done watching it with friends, right?” Dustin questioned. Gosh, this boy was good.

“They actually canceled. I’ll go make popcorn.”

“I’ll help get drinks.” Eddie followed you out of the room, into the kitchen.

“What the fuck, Eddie?” You whispered.

“They’re mentally deranged! There was no stopping them!” He whisper-yelled back. You took the popcorn out of the microwave and the two of you made your way back to your room. When you entered, Steve and Dustin stood there with huge smirks on their faces.

“What is up with you two?” You questioned. The pair looked at each other and smiled. Dustin suddenly moved his hidden hand out from behind his back, holding a shirt up in the air. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Recognize this?” It was Eddie’s shirt. Then, Steve held up a polaroid picture of you and Eddie that you took one night while the two of you were very drunk and very naked. Luckily, the photo didn’t show anything.

“Where in the hell did you find that?!” You practically screamed.

“We looked through your dresser,” Dustin said as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“What the fuck?! You two are insane!” You yelled at the pair. You ripped the shirt and photo out of their hands and hid them away once again.

“Let’s move on to the bigger picture… YOU AND EDDIE?!” Dustin yelled. “I repeat, YOU AND EDDIE?!”

“So what?!”

“It’s Eddie!” Steve argued.

“And?”

“I should’ve known. The first time you saw him at school you mumbled that he could fuck you any time of day.” Dustin told the group.

“I don’t remember that, that doesn’t sound like me.” You said, sheepishly. Kind of embarrassed that Dustin heard you say that, and that he just told Eddie and Steve.

“Yeah, it doesn’t. Which is why I’m very confused.” Steve added.

“Will you two please leave? You’ve done enough for today, thank you. And never go through my shit again. That is so weird.” You told the pair, shaking your head. Dustin had his head down and apologized on his way out, while Steve was glaring at Eddie. When you finally heard the car drive away, you sunk down on the floor, laying there like a dead body.

“I don’t know if I should be utterly pissed or relieved.” You told Eddie.

“I know right. Gosh, I hate them sometimes.” Eddie laid on the floor next to you, planting kisses on your face. “So…” Eddie started.

“So?”

“Since they know we… Can I take you out sometime? Not that I don’t love our dinners and stuff, but I’d like to make this official… if you want…” You smiled at Eddie’s words, sitting up immediately.

“You mean it?” Eddie sat up and pulled you closer to him.

“Of course I do. I don’t know if you are aware, but I’m kinda crazy about you. And I would gladly fuck you any time of the day.” Eddie smirked. You got red in the face.

“I’m kinda crazy about you too.” You replied, kissing Eddie.

“Tomorrow we should go into Family Video making out or something, completely making them regret looking through your stuff,” Eddie said, making you laugh.

“Oh, abso-fucking-lutely.”

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i really hope yall loved this as much as i do!!!! 

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the fact that this is still blowing up months later is insane 🥺 i love y’all <3

[freckledjoes]

xoxo

[josephchocolatebuttoneyesquinn]

Eddie Munson moments.

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Eddie getting high under the bleachers and spotting dart while the party are looking for him but he’s so far gone he thinks he’s imagining it

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This trio <3

[laheymaze]

are you going to be my new year's kiss?

✨steve harrington✨ x fem!reader

summary: steve broke up with you months ago out of fear that he wasn't good enough for you, even though he had plans to marry you. so when you see each other and two holiday parties, steve gets the brilliant idea to pick up where he left off <3

warnings: language, not proof read; i think that's it

*i dont know why i had such a difficult time finsihing this lol. i didn't know where i was going with it for a while so apologies for that lol*

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You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. If your phone rang one more time you were going to throw it out the window. Robin had been calling you all day, making sure you were going to Nancy’s Christmas party. You told her you didn’t want to; that you couldn’t face Steve. 

You and Steve broke up five months ago after being together for four years. Steve was the one who ended things. He said he wasn’t enough for you, and never would be. He has a deadbeat job at Family Video, horrible parents, and isn’t going to college. Yet, you were in the same position, so why wasn't he good enough? You met because you both work at Family Video, you didn’t go to college, and your parents weren’t supportive of your choices either. 

There was talk of moving in together, getting married, adopting Dustin; which Steve never cared for; and fighting whatever evil monster came your way next. Side by side for the rest of your lives, you would do everything together. So what changed? 

—

“She won’t answer the fucking phone! You know what, this is all your fault! If you wouldn’t have broken up with her and just proposed like you planned to, this wouldn’t be happening! It’s your fault!” Robin shouted at Steve in the middle of Family Video. You took the day off and Robin and Steve still had to work before the party that night. 

“Can you be quiet?” Steve told her.

“Why? Because no one except me knows you had a ring for her and everything but became a chicken shit and ended things?!”

“Yes! So be quiet!” Steve repeated. 

“I’m calling her again.”

Robin stood behind the counter, aggressively punching in your phone number. When you didn’t answer again, she slammed the phone down. Steve stood on the other side, leaning against the counter. 

“Rob, just leave her alone. She clearly hates me and doesn’t want to go to the party. I don’t blame her.” Steve tried to bargain. 

“Yeah, I blame you.”

“So you’ve said one million times!” Steve exclaimed.

“That’s an exaggeration,” Robin said. 

“Everything you ever say is exaggerated,” Steve told Robin, her flipping him off. 

“Can you drop me off at Y/N’s house so I can make her go to the party?” Robin asked.

“No! I am not taking you to her house.”

“Fine, then I’ll tell her you were going to propose and didn’t!” Robin threatened. Steve stood there, looking at her with wide eyes. 

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would. I so would.” Robin confirmed, getting close to Steve, warning eyes staring into his soul. 

“Fine! Gosh!” 

“Thank you!” 

Robin and Steve gathered their things, closing the store an hour early and hoping Kieth wouldn’t notice. When they pulled up to your house, you could hear Robin’s loud voice from your room. You looked out your window to see her getting out of Steve’s car. Your first instinct has to hide, but Robin would tear your house apart just to find you. Robin let herself in with the key you hide under the mat, which you keep forgetting to hide somewhere else for this exact reason. 

“Y/N!” She shouted through your entire house until she got to your bedroom. You stood there in the middle of the room, arms crossed, waiting for Robin to open the door. “Oh, hey,” Robin said casually.

“Really? ‘Oh, hey?’ As if you didn’t just break into my house and harass me by calling me forty times.” You countered. 

“It wasn't forty… More like twenty-seven.” 

“I am not going to the party.” You told her once more. 

“Yes, you are. Enough of this heartbroken bullshit. Steve is an asshole, and you’re going to that party.” Robin warned, staring to dig through your closet. “You look hot in this, you’re wearing this with those silver heels you like.” 

“This is the first time you’ve actually given me legitimate fashion advice.” You told her, smiling and walking over to her. 

“Because this time it’s actually important you look hot.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” You questioned. Robin didn’t respond, instead, throwing your clothes at you. 

“Get dressed. We leave at six.” 

You rolled your eyes, officially giving up and going into going to Nancy’s party. You did your hair and put on light makeup, Robin telling you that you look like a model, which actually made you feel better about going. You’ve faced Steve a million times at work since the breakup, so why was this so difficult? Maybe because it was the first Christmas in so many years that you didn’t spend together. This first New Year’s where he wasn't your kiss when the clock struck twelve. 

When you arrived at the party, you hesitated to get out of the car. Robin though, ran around to your door, grabbing your arm and yanking you out, almost making you fall to the ground. 

“Thanks!” You shouted sarcastically. 

“You’re welcome!” Robin responded, a huge smile on her face. “Let's do this shit,” Robin announced, walking ahead of you.

You were greeted by Nancy immediately, her giving you a sympathetic look. This was another reason you didn’t want to go. Everyone knew you and Steve broke up, and everyone just felt sorry for you, or every girl who wanted Steve Harrington made sure to comment that now they can have him. 

You didn’t see him anywhere in sight, so you be-lined to the kitchen to get a drink. You poured as much Vodka and juice into your cup as you could, taking a huge sip. You then got a water from the fridge, retiring from hard alcohol for the night after that cup full. You planned on staying in the kitchen or making your way to Nancy’s room to camp out for the rest of the night, but Robin had other plans. 

While you were hiding in the kitchen, she decided to tell Steve, who had just arrived, that she really needed a drink of water and wasn’t feeling well. Feeling just fine, Robin watched as Steve walked into the kitchen, an evil smirk on her face. 

“Oh,” Steve said when he saw you behind the kitchen counter. “Hey, Y/N.” 

“Hey,” You said, blankly staring at Steve. If you looked too hard into his eyes you may melt. 

“I’m going to go out on a limb and guess Robin is actually feeling just fine and doesn’t need water and sent me in here because she knew you were in here,” Steve said, you noting this and reminding yourself to kill Robin later. 

“What she needs is a girlfriend so she’ll leave our love lives the hell alone.” You said, contemplating getting another drink after this conversation.

“Yeah, I’m surprised to see you here. She said you didn’t want to come.”

“I didn’t. Not in the slightest. She is just incredibly—”

“Annoying?” Steve added. 

“I was going to say persistent, but… yes.” You agreed. 

“Are you seeing anyone?” Steve suddenly asked you. “Sorry, it’s not my business.”

“No, I’m not seeing anyone.” Relief washed over Steve. “Are you?”

“No,” Steve responded, a little too quickly. You laughed, knowing how Steve was and that he most likely had been with a lot of girls since the breakup. “I’m serious, I haven’t.” 

“Steve, it doesn’t matter to me what you do.” You told him, lying through your teeth.

“What are your plans for Christmas?” He asked, changing the subject. 

“Just stay home with my parents all day probably. I’m sure Robin will make me go pick her up because she’ll have a horrible Christmas like usual.” You told him. 

Usually, Steve spent the entire day at your house. Your parents loved Steve, and it always felt like your family was complete with him there. Robin had ended up calling the last few Christmas’ since you met her and asked if she could come over. Steve reluctantly drove to her house with you and picked her up.

“What about you?” You questioned. 

“My parents are going to Florida. I’m not going.”

“Why not?” 

“A vacation with my parents where they just lecture me on how much of a failure and an idiot I am? No thanks.” Steve remarked, grabbing a beer from the fridge. 

“Hasn’t gotten any better?” You asked, standing next to him, both of you leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Nope. Especially after I ended things between you and me. I’ve been told about every single day I’m a moron for that.”

“You are.” You said, slightly smiling. 

“I know.” Steve agreed. “Christmas won’t be the same without you.” He added, his head down. 

“Remember that one year you hung up all of those mistletoe so I’d kiss you?” You asked, changing the subject. 

“Yeah because you wouldn’t be my girlfriend so I figured I would do it the old fashion way and have you fall in love after kissing me,” Steve told you. “You kept yelling at me: ‘Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe, Steve Harrington!’ It was hilarious.” You both were laughing now, remembering that night. 

You spent the rest of the night talking, and catching up. It felt nice to do that with the person you were most comfortable with. No matter what Steve did, he will always mean so much to you. Robin eventually stumbled in, saying she actually didn’t feel well and wanted to go to sleep. Steve carried her to your car, and wished you a Merry Christmas before closing the driver's side door; you driving away. 

—

Of course, a few days after Christmas, Nancy decided to have a New Years party, and Robin was so excited since she actually met someone at the Christmas party and was determined to get her first New Years kiss when the clock struck midnight. You not so much. 

You actually didn’t mind going to this party since you knew Steve and yourself were on good terms, but having to watch him kiss another girl at midnight would be difficult. You told yourself to not let it bother you, just to have a good time, yet you found yourself picking out an outfit you knew Steve loved, just to get his attention. A cute short black dress with red heels. 

When you arrived at the party, you watched as Robin and Steve were dancing. She got a ride with him because supposedly he needed to talk to her about something. She wouldn’t say what and got extremely hostile when you kept asking. They saw you from across the room, Robin waving you over. Steve’s eyes were glued on you, thinking you looked absolutely stunning. 

“Hey,” You greeted.

“You look so good!” Robin exclaimed, hugging you tightly. 

“So good,” Steve mumbled a little too loudly. You smiled at him, still hugging Robin. You eventually broke her grip, holding onto both of her shoulders. 

“Are you okay tonight? What is going on with you?” You asked her, which made her eyes go wide. 

“Nothing is wrong! What’s wrong with you!” She fired back, then quickly made her way into the kitchen.

“What was that about?” You asked Steve.

“I think she’s all freaked out about that girl she met,” Steve responded calmly. 

“Did you come with anyone tonight?” You asked curiously.

“No, I actually planned on hanging out with you, if that’s fine. I’m kind of tired of these parties.” Steve responded. 

“Steve Harrington? Tired of parties? You really have ditched the douchebag side for good.” You joked. 

“Want to go outside?” Steve asked, redirecting. 

“Sure.”

—-

You ended up getting cold, so Steve ran inside to grab his extra jacket for you. You both sat on the lawn chairs, looking up at the stars. You caught some fireworks here and there from the neighbor's houses. You always got so excited when you saw them, and Steve admired that every time you lit up with joy. 

“It’s almost midnight,” Steve told you, looking down at his watch. 11:58. 

“Already? You’ve been talking my ear off so time flew by.” You said, Steve flicking your arm softly, making you both smile. Fireworks were already going off, and you watched them as you got up, heading inside. 

“Wait! I figured we could just watch fireworks out here at midnight. I know how much you love them.” Steve suggested. 

“That actually sounds good. Better than getting mauled by everyone inside.” You replied. 

You both stood in the middle of the yard, looking up at the sky. You began to hear everyone inside counting down; “Five, four, three, two, one! Happy New Year!”

Steve looked at you, smiling. “So, are you going to be my New Year’s kiss?” He asked. 

Responding, you wrapped your arms around his body, leaning up and placing your lips on his. Your lips began to move in sync, just like they used to. Steve took his hands away from your face, searching through his coat pockets. You broke away, watching him.

“What are you doing?” You asked, laughing at the sight of him looking like a crazy person. 

“Shit!” He exclaimed. “There’s something I wanted to give you and it’s not in my coat pocket.” As Steve said this, he looked up at the coat you wore, mentally swearing over his stupidity. Steve got closer to you, reaching his hand into the front pocket. 

“What is—” Before you could finish, you saw the box Steve pulled out. He smiled at you, bending down and getting on one knee. You couldn’t believe what was happening. Is he proposing, or are you dreaming?

“Y/N, I’m an idiot. I was scared and I ended things. I should have never done that. I bought this ring for you two years into our relationship because I knew you are the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. I know you’ve probably moved on, and probably still hate me, but I couldn’t go another day without telling you how I have always felt, and giving you the ring and life you have always dreamed of. Y/N, will you marry me?” 

Tears were streaming down your face. Fireworks were still going off, making this moment even more special. You nodded frantically, throwing yourself into Steve’s arms as quickly as you could. He slipped the ring on your finger, both of you crying now.

“I love you so much. It’s you and me forever, I promise.” Steve said into your hair as he held you tighter. 

“I love you too, I never stopped.” You said, kissing him. “I never will.”

—

“Finally! Finally, my best friends are back together! You’re welcome!” Robin shouted the next day as you showed your beautiful ring to your group of friends and family. 

“I am not thanking you,” Steve told her, Robin winking in response. 

“First act as an engaged couple; adopt Dustin!” You announced to mess with Steve. Dustin threw his hands up in the air, running over to hug you and Steve. 

“I love you guys,” Dustin told you both; Steve trying to pry the boy off of him. 

“Y/N Harrington does have a nice ring to it. Congrats you two.” Hopper joined in, nodding at you both. Your mom was in the corner of your living room, crying up a storm with Mrs. Wheeler. 

“It does, doesn’t it?” Steve said, smiling down at you, kissing your head.

“Indeed it does.” 

“All because I set up a bunch of mistletoe many years ago. I am such a genius.” Steve bragged. 

“You wish, Harrington.” You teased. 

“No, all because I made Y/N go to that party last week.” Robin butted in. 

“I would’ve gone.” You lied. 

“Liar.”