fic inspired by tears by sabrina || requested by @caudixys
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pairing: ronance!
word count: 2,165
summary: robin visits nancy to help assemble her new chair
warnings: smut. lots of it. oral. fingering. slight angst in a flashback. NSFW.
MINORS DNI!!!
"Do you need any help?" Nancy was staring down at Robin who was using a screw driver to assemble her new office chair.
"Huh? Oh, no. I got it. Thank you though," she looked up and smiled at Nancy.
Nancy had felt her pulse quicken just from that look. She should have invited Robin over sooner for this task, it was fun watching her put it together. Since leaving Smith University, Robin had packed up and moved to Boston pursuing a career as a carpenter so no, the office chair wasn't much of a challenge for her. "You know, I asked Joshua to put that together two months ago before he moved out."
"That doesn't surprise me one bit. You should have called me sooner," Robin winked at Nancy.
It took all of Nancy's willpower to not let her knees buckle. She was holding a cup of water and it would make such a mess if she spilled it everywhere. Robin was wearing an oversized maroon henley shirt and had paired it with a matching bandana to keep her bangs out of her face. The outfit had made Nancy's stomach flutter the second she stepped through the door. "I should have but I hate asking you for favors," Nancy admitted.
Robin stopped, the muscle in her hand flexing when she did so. Nancy could feel the heat creeping up her neck as she forced herself to look at Robin's face. "Nancy Wheeler, don't you know there is no favor too big you could ask of me? I thought I made that clear," Robin said coolly, going back to her work. Jesus christ, when had Robin become so confident? Gone was her nervous stammering demeanor; now it replaced by a woman who was so sure of herself, so collected and cool.
Nancy sighed quietly. Robin was right, she did make that clear nearly a year ago. Joshua had just moved into Nancy's apartment. Nancy had been proud of herself for moving on and proving that she didn't need shared trauma to date someone. Joshua had never been anywhere near Hawkins so there was no way he and Nancy shared that life experience she had so often sought out when she was younger. Joshua was working late in his office and Robin had come over for some drinks. Nancy remembered it like it was yesterday.
"Come on, Nancy! You don't even like him."
Nancy scoffed, "Who are you to say that?"
Robin grabbed the side of her head in frustration, she almost looked like she could pull her own hair out. It was clear she thought Nancy wasn't listening. "You two have nothing in common! I mean, come on, this?" Robin exclaimed, pointing to a set of model cars. Nancy thought it was funny she had pointed this out because Nancy didn't mind Joshua's hobby it kept him busy and out of her hair. "I mean, after a long day of work what do you two even talk about? The weather?! He's not right for you, Nance!"
Nancy had been so frustrated and to terrified to face her own feelings, she grabbed Robin's coat off the back of the chair and was shoving it in her direction. "Oh like you are?!" she had screamed at Robin.
The light Nancy had always been able to see in Robin's eyes flickered for the first time ever. "What?" she whispered.
"You heard me, Robin. You act like it's so terrible for me to be with someone else! It's clear you're into me but you're too much of a coward to say that! News flash! We wouldn't be good for each other either! At least Joshua makes sense!"
Robin took her coat, looking down the few inches she had above Nancy. "Why? Because he's a man? He's not respectful, he's not useful. For gods sake Nancy you told me the man can't even make you cum."
Nancy took a step back, regretting the very moment she had shared that information with Robin. "You need to leave."
Robin turned toward the door. Even though Nancy had asked her to leave not even a full five seconds ago she felt panic rising in her. Was this going to be the last time she would see her? Nancy knew she was right of course, everything she had said rang true. Joshua never helped clean up, he propped his feet on the table with his shoes on and he definitely wasn't good in bed. But, no one had been, not ever since she had been imagining Robin Buckley between her thighs. Robin turned, hurt clouding her expression, "I'll always be here, Nance. Call me when you're ready."
It had taken Robin five months to call.
The phone rang for so long she thought that Robin must have been out but she had finally picked up. "Hello?" hearing her voice through the receiver made her release her breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. That was until she heard someone else in the background giggling.
All Nancy could get out was, "Who is she?"
Robin had whispered something that sounded a lot like 'fuck.' "It's Chrissy, she's visiting this week."
"Well, I was calling to see if you wanted to grab coffee but if that's not okay with your girlfriend-"
Robin had been quick to interrupt Nancy, "You know it's not like that. I already told you there wasn't anyone else. I'll see you at Bradley's Thursday?"
"Friday?" Nancy suggested back just because she didn't know if she liked Robin calling the shots.
"Okay, fine. Bye." Then the line had went dead.
Nancy watched Robin now full of intent. Why had she fought it for so long? She knew she was in love with Robin. If she were being honest she had known it since before leaving Hawkins. Now, Robin was sitting in her house, putting together a chair and the sight was making her well to put it frankly, wet. God had she seriously been so touch starved?
Robin looked up at Nancy who still hadn't said anything. God, she had confessed that she still felt the same and all Nancy could think about was Robin's hands. She felt herself growing red again, warmth settling in her stomach. "Nancy? You okay?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah," she nodded, staring at the floor, trying to calm herself down.
"Okay, the chair is done. I'm gonna wash up and then we can figure out dinner?"
"D-dinner?" Nancy asked, clutching her necklace in her right hand.
"Yes, dinner," Robin raised an eyebrow. She crossed the floor, moving past Nancy but she let her hand brush against Nancy's waist. The touch was so gentle it could have Nancy's imagination.
She had to get her mind right. They would have dinner and then Robin would leave and Nancy could help herself out tonight with her wand. Things would go back to normal. Nancy could do this.
Nancy could not do this.
Robin had cooked for them and now that they had dinner and discussed the happenings in current news, which Nancy had a lot to say since it was her career, Robin was now in the kitchen washing the dishes. She stood behind Robin watching her like some creep but goddamn. She had been so… Nancy couldn't even think of a word. Kind? Loyal? Respectful?
How many nights had she been the one to cook and clean up for the simple fact that if she hadn't no one else would?
Robin would be the perfect partner. It didn't take a fool to see that. Nancy knew what kind of person Robin was and gods- just the thought of her had her skin on fire. Nancy leaned against the counter, crossing her legs tightly because the ache between them was becoming agonizing. She watched as Robin finished the dishes, washing her hands and trying them on a towel before turning around to see Nancy standing, staring at her.
She still had her legs crossed, toying with her necklace. Her cheeks were flushed and she knew it. "Nancy," Robin's voice was soft and curious.
She needed to be bold. She needed to show Robin that she did want her, no matter how long she had denied it. Nancy used her hands to push herself up, letting her ass slide onto the table. She looked at Robin, throwing caution to the wind. She let her legs fall open to reveal that, no, she hadn't been wearing any underwear under her skirt.
Robin's eyes dropped immediately, she closed the distance between the two of them. There were no words just Robin's lips crashing against hers. Nancy lifted her chin, giving Robin better access to her mouth. Nancy gasped as Robin's hands cupped her ass cheeks and she yanked her to the edge of the table.
She tried to giggle but it stopped in her throat turning into a moan as Robin's hand slipped up Nancy's shirt, her thumb brushing over her nipple before she cupped her. She slid her other hand under her shirt to do the same with Nancy's other breast and fuck. "Is this okay?" Robin whispered in Nancy's ear before she kissed her neck.
"Y-yes. Please, don't even think about stopping."
Robin laughed against Nancy's neck and the feeling made the ache between Nancy's legs grow heavier. Robin slid Nancy's shirt off with ease, one hand reaching behind to unclasp her bra. It was a scrap of lace more than anything really but when it hit the floor Robin stared at Nancy. She bit her lip, "God, Nance. You are so," she trailed off, kissing Nancy so hard she thought her lip might be bruised tomorrow. "You're all I ever think about, all I've ever wanted. God, you're so fucking perfect." Robin's tongue pressed against Nancy's lips begging for entry and who was she to deny her?
Robin tasted like mint and citrus. It was an intoxicating combination that had a moan pressing up Nancy's throat and into Robin's mouth. Robin pulled away, letting her mouth kiss a trail down her neck to Nancy's chest. Nancy glanced down, watching Robin as she took one of Nancy's nipples into her mouth. She sucked gently, flicking her tongue across it and Nancy gasped, staring right into Robin's eyes because the whole time she worked Nancy in her mouth she wouldn't break eye contact. She moved her mouth to the other side, one of her hands going to Nancy's knees to nudge her further apart. "Can I?" she asked, sinking to the floor on her knees.
Nancy bit her lip and nodded quickly; she didn't want Robin to stop. Robin looked up at her from between her legs, her bandana askew from Nancy's hands when they were kissing. Her eyes were so pretty and fuck she looked like she was willing to beg for Nancy. She ran her thumb between Nancy's folds and groaned, "Oh, pretty girl, you are so fucking wet."
Nancy could feel herself blushing, being called pretty girl was only going to make it worse. "Absolutely soaked," Robin added, pressing a finger to Nancy entrance. She slowly pushed one finger in and Nancy could feel her world starting to spin. Robin was moving so slow she needed her, needed friction.
"Robin, more," Nancy pleaded, her words coming out breathy. Robin grinned, pushing a second finger inside of her. Nancy leaned back against the heel of her hands and watched as Robin pushed forward, a slow torturous lick causing Nancy to squirm. "Please," she whined.
"You're so wet. I knew you wanted me the way I wanted you. I've dreamed of this moment for years. You're exactly how I wanted you to be. Entirely drenched and begging for me, Nancy Wheeler."
Nancy moaned as Robin used her tongue to do things Nancy had never experienced before. She was working her fingers into Nancy in a quick pace, stopping to curl them inside of her, motioning with her fingers. She sucked against Nancy and Nancy could feel her vision blurring. Oh god, was she going to pass out? No that couldn't be what was happening. This was an orgasm. A real one. "Oh. Oh," Nancy whimpered, her head leaning back. Robin's fingers and tongue worked in tandem until Nancy was screaming, her hands sinking into Robin's hair. She gripped tightly, gasping and panting as her hips jerked. Even with her body trying to wiggle from Robin's grasp Robin held firm. She licked Nancy clean, lapping her up she had been starving for her. Robin pulled away, standing up and leaning down to kiss Nancy.
"You taste like heaven, Nance." Nancy felt like her bones had turned to liquid, she couldn't even smile or manage to blush. She felt like a noodle. "Oh no, you can't be done yet. There's so much more you have to experience," Robin said, stroking Nancy's cheek with her thumb. "Come on, let's get you to that bed." Robin scooped a squealing Nancy off the table and headed for the bedroom.
fic inspired by tears by sabrina || requested by @caudixys
learn more about requesting a one shot here | masterlist
pairing: ronance!
word count: 2,165
summary: robin visits nancy to help assemble her new chair
warnings: smut. lots of it. oral. fingering. slight angst in a flashback. NSFW.
MINORS DNI!!!
"Do you need any help?" Nancy was staring down at Robin who was using a screw driver to assemble her new office chair.
"Huh? Oh, no. I got it. Thank you though," she looked up and smiled at Nancy.
Nancy had felt her pulse quicken just from that look. She should have invited Robin over sooner for this task, it was fun watching her put it together. Since leaving Smith University, Robin had packed up and moved to Boston pursuing a career as a carpenter so no, the office chair wasn't much of a challenge for her. "You know, I asked Joshua to put that together two months ago before he moved out."
"That doesn't surprise me one bit. You should have called me sooner," Robin winked at Nancy.
It took all of Nancy's willpower to not let her knees buckle. She was holding a cup of water and it would make such a mess if she spilled it everywhere. Robin was wearing an oversized maroon henley shirt and had paired it with a matching bandana to keep her bangs out of her face. The outfit had made Nancy's stomach flutter the second she stepped through the door. "I should have but I hate asking you for favors," Nancy admitted.
Robin stopped, the muscle in her hand flexing when she did so. Nancy could feel the heat creeping up her neck as she forced herself to look at Robin's face. "Nancy Wheeler, don't you know there is no favor too big you could ask of me? I thought I made that clear," Robin said coolly, going back to her work. Jesus christ, when had Robin become so confident? Gone was her nervous stammering demeanor; now it replaced by a woman who was so sure of herself, so collected and cool.
Nancy sighed quietly. Robin was right, she did make that clear nearly a year ago. Joshua had just moved into Nancy's apartment. Nancy had been proud of herself for moving on and proving that she didn't need shared trauma to date someone. Joshua had never been anywhere near Hawkins so there was no way he and Nancy shared that life experience she had so often sought out when she was younger. Joshua was working late in his office and Robin had come over for some drinks. Nancy remembered it like it was yesterday.
"Come on, Nancy! You don't even like him."
Nancy scoffed, "Who are you to say that?"
Robin grabbed the side of her head in frustration, she almost looked like she could pull her own hair out. It was clear she thought Nancy wasn't listening. "You two have nothing in common! I mean, come on, this?" Robin exclaimed, pointing to a set of model cars. Nancy thought it was funny she had pointed this out because Nancy didn't mind Joshua's hobby it kept him busy and out of her hair. "I mean, after a long day of work what do you two even talk about? The weather?! He's not right for you, Nance!"
Nancy had been so frustrated and to terrified to face her own feelings, she grabbed Robin's coat off the back of the chair and was shoving it in her direction. "Oh like you are?!" she had screamed at Robin.
The light Nancy had always been able to see in Robin's eyes flickered for the first time ever. "What?" she whispered.
"You heard me, Robin. You act like it's so terrible for me to be with someone else! It's clear you're into me but you're too much of a coward to say that! News flash! We wouldn't be good for each other either! At least Joshua makes sense!"
Robin took her coat, looking down the few inches she had above Nancy. "Why? Because he's a man? He's not respectful, he's not useful. For gods sake Nancy you told me the man can't even make you cum."
Nancy took a step back, regretting the very moment she had shared that information with Robin. "You need to leave."
Robin turned toward the door. Even though Nancy had asked her to leave not even a full five seconds ago she felt panic rising in her. Was this going to be the last time she would see her? Nancy knew she was right of course, everything she had said rang true. Joshua never helped clean up, he propped his feet on the table with his shoes on and he definitely wasn't good in bed. But, no one had been, not ever since she had been imagining Robin Buckley between her thighs. Robin turned, hurt clouding her expression, "I'll always be here, Nance. Call me when you're ready."
It had taken Robin five months to call.
The phone rang for so long she thought that Robin must have been out but she had finally picked up. "Hello?" hearing her voice through the receiver made her release her breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. That was until she heard someone else in the background giggling.
All Nancy could get out was, "Who is she?"
Robin had whispered something that sounded a lot like 'fuck.' "It's Chrissy, she's visiting this week."
"Well, I was calling to see if you wanted to grab coffee but if that's not okay with your girlfriend-"
Robin had been quick to interrupt Nancy, "You know it's not like that. I already told you there wasn't anyone else. I'll see you at Bradley's Thursday?"
"Friday?" Nancy suggested back just because she didn't know if she liked Robin calling the shots.
"Okay, fine. Bye." Then the line had went dead.
Nancy watched Robin now full of intent. Why had she fought it for so long? She knew she was in love with Robin. If she were being honest she had known it since before leaving Hawkins. Now, Robin was sitting in her house, putting together a chair and the sight was making her well to put it frankly, wet. God had she seriously been so touch starved?
Robin looked up at Nancy who still hadn't said anything. God, she had confessed that she still felt the same and all Nancy could think about was Robin's hands. She felt herself growing red again, warmth settling in her stomach. "Nancy? You okay?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah," she nodded, staring at the floor, trying to calm herself down.
"Okay, the chair is done. I'm gonna wash up and then we can figure out dinner?"
"D-dinner?" Nancy asked, clutching her necklace in her right hand.
"Yes, dinner," Robin raised an eyebrow. She crossed the floor, moving past Nancy but she let her hand brush against Nancy's waist. The touch was so gentle it could have Nancy's imagination.
She had to get her mind right. They would have dinner and then Robin would leave and Nancy could help herself out tonight with her wand. Things would go back to normal. Nancy could do this.
Nancy could not do this.
Robin had cooked for them and now that they had dinner and discussed the happenings in current news, which Nancy had a lot to say since it was her career, Robin was now in the kitchen washing the dishes. She stood behind Robin watching her like some creep but goddamn. She had been so… Nancy couldn't even think of a word. Kind? Loyal? Respectful?
How many nights had she been the one to cook and clean up for the simple fact that if she hadn't no one else would?
Robin would be the perfect partner. It didn't take a fool to see that. Nancy knew what kind of person Robin was and gods- just the thought of her had her skin on fire. Nancy leaned against the counter, crossing her legs tightly because the ache between them was becoming agonizing. She watched as Robin finished the dishes, washing her hands and trying them on a towel before turning around to see Nancy standing, staring at her.
She still had her legs crossed, toying with her necklace. Her cheeks were flushed and she knew it. "Nancy," Robin's voice was soft and curious.
She needed to be bold. She needed to show Robin that she did want her, no matter how long she had denied it. Nancy used her hands to push herself up, letting her ass slide onto the table. She looked at Robin, throwing caution to the wind. She let her legs fall open to reveal that, no, she hadn't been wearing any underwear under her skirt.
Robin's eyes dropped immediately, she closed the distance between the two of them. There were no words just Robin's lips crashing against hers. Nancy lifted her chin, giving Robin better access to her mouth. Nancy gasped as Robin's hands cupped her ass cheeks and she yanked her to the edge of the table.
She tried to giggle but it stopped in her throat turning into a moan as Robin's hand slipped up Nancy's shirt, her thumb brushing over her nipple before she cupped her. She slid her other hand under her shirt to do the same with Nancy's other breast and fuck. "Is this okay?" Robin whispered in Nancy's ear before she kissed her neck.
"Y-yes. Please, don't even think about stopping."
Robin laughed against Nancy's neck and the feeling made the ache between Nancy's legs grow heavier. Robin slid Nancy's shirt off with ease, one hand reaching behind to unclasp her bra. It was a scrap of lace more than anything really but when it hit the floor Robin stared at Nancy. She bit her lip, "God, Nance. You are so," she trailed off, kissing Nancy so hard she thought her lip might be bruised tomorrow. "You're all I ever think about, all I've ever wanted. God, you're so fucking perfect." Robin's tongue pressed against Nancy's lips begging for entry and who was she to deny her?
Robin tasted like mint and citrus. It was an intoxicating combination that had a moan pressing up Nancy's throat and into Robin's mouth. Robin pulled away, letting her mouth kiss a trail down her neck to Nancy's chest. Nancy glanced down, watching Robin as she took one of Nancy's nipples into her mouth. She sucked gently, flicking her tongue across it and Nancy gasped, staring right into Robin's eyes because the whole time she worked Nancy in her mouth she wouldn't break eye contact. She moved her mouth to the other side, one of her hands going to Nancy's knees to nudge her further apart. "Can I?" she asked, sinking to the floor on her knees.
Nancy bit her lip and nodded quickly; she didn't want Robin to stop. Robin looked up at her from between her legs, her bandana askew from Nancy's hands when they were kissing. Her eyes were so pretty and fuck she looked like she was willing to beg for Nancy. She ran her thumb between Nancy's folds and groaned, "Oh, pretty girl, you are so fucking wet."
Nancy could feel herself blushing, being called pretty girl was only going to make it worse. "Absolutely soaked," Robin added, pressing a finger to Nancy entrance. She slowly pushed one finger in and Nancy could feel her world starting to spin. Robin was moving so slow she needed her, needed friction.
"Robin, more," Nancy pleaded, her words coming out breathy. Robin grinned, pushing a second finger inside of her. Nancy leaned back against the heel of her hands and watched as Robin pushed forward, a slow torturous lick causing Nancy to squirm. "Please," she whined.
"You're so wet. I knew you wanted me the way I wanted you. I've dreamed of this moment for years. You're exactly how I wanted you to be. Entirely drenched and begging for me, Nancy Wheeler."
Nancy moaned as Robin used her tongue to do things Nancy had never experienced before. She was working her fingers into Nancy in a quick pace, stopping to curl them inside of her, motioning with her fingers. She sucked against Nancy and Nancy could feel her vision blurring. Oh god, was she going to pass out? No that couldn't be what was happening. This was an orgasm. A real one. "Oh. Oh," Nancy whimpered, her head leaning back. Robin's fingers and tongue worked in tandem until Nancy was screaming, her hands sinking into Robin's hair. She gripped tightly, gasping and panting as her hips jerked. Even with her body trying to wiggle from Robin's grasp Robin held firm. She licked Nancy clean, lapping her up she had been starving for her. Robin pulled away, standing up and leaning down to kiss Nancy.
"You taste like heaven, Nance." Nancy felt like her bones had turned to liquid, she couldn't even smile or manage to blush. She felt like a noodle. "Oh no, you can't be done yet. There's so much more you have to experience," Robin said, stroking Nancy's cheek with her thumb. "Come on, let's get you to that bed." Robin scooped a squealing Nancy off the table and headed for the bedroom.
summary: you and steve get stuck in the upside down and help will not arrive until the following day. confessions are shared and they aren't so nice.
pairing: steve harrington x fem!plus size!reader
word count: 4,553
warnings: slight angst, bickering, confrontation. slightly injured arm. SMUT! oral (m receiving) p in v unprotected, squ!rting
minors dni!!!
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You thought of yourself as a levelheaded person. In fact you knew you were. You were slow to anger and easy to get along with, both traits your mother had nourished in you during your upbringing.
But, standing outside of WSQK, in the upside down, staring at Steve Harrington. Well, you thought that maybe at that moment you were capable of ripping his fucking head off. You looked beyond Steve, right at his beamer that had crashed into the wall. It was true that Steve did typically frustrate you. He was able to make you angry in a matter of minutes and that was a skill no one else possessed. But this, well this took the fucking cake. You had told him not to drive into the god forsaken gate but when had he ever listened to you?
The two of you were having a stare down and you'd be damned if you cracked first. If looks could kill you had a feeling Steve would be dropping dead at this very moment. "Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have done that."
Your eyes went wide, a manic laugh bubbling out of you. "Do you think so, Stephen?" You cracked. You started pacing, debating where to even start. You didn't have much time to think about anything before you heard the walkie go off both of your names being repeated followed with, "Do you copy?" The voice belonged to your younger brother.
"Yes, we copy, Dustin. We are okay. Well, most of us. The beamer didn't make it." You stopped dead in your tracks, turning to glare at Steve. You knew the car was his 'baby' but was that really what he was concerned about right now? The two of you were trapped in the monster dimension for gods sake!
The rest of what Dustin was saying came in crackling sentences. The connection was bad but all the same, your patience that was already thin as ice was about to shatter. "Bad news… 'Til tomorrow. Steve, if you let my sister die, I'll kill you." The last sentence had been the only thing to come through crystal clear.
"Great. Great!" you started pacing again, looking up at the WSQK building. The only silver lining was that you knew this building very well. It was spacious which meant you could go inside and ignore Steve Harrington.
"Jesus, am I such bad company?" The look in Steve's eyes made your heart twinge with pain for a moment. He was right, was he? You were being unfair. It was just so hard to be around him. He drove you nuts and for all the reasons you could never say.
Your ice cold demeanor thawed, your shoulders slumping forward in defeat. No, he wasn't bad company. "You just infuriate me," you admired with a whisper.
Steve gave you a lopsided smile, "There's something we have in common. I infuriate you, you drive me fucking crazy."
"I do?" A small smile flickered across your face. You liked the idea of making Steve as mad as he made you feel.
"Oh, absolutely. Why do you think I can hardly be in the same room as you? You're bossy and assertive but more than that you're too fucking smart for your own good and it makes me feel dumb."
You frowned, not liking that he called himself dumb. That was a common thing people said about Steve. As much as you loathed him you didn't like that other people did. It made you angry when people spoke poorly of him. This was because Steve was a good person. You had seen how he had changed Dustin's life. Ever since your mother and fathers divorce he needed a male figure in his life. Steve had been that for him and Dustin had blossomed that much more because of it. Even though you would never admit that out loud to Steve you knew it was true. "Don't say you're dumb. You're not. People are smart in different ways. Sure my bossy and cleverness has saved our lives- more than once may I add. But, we wouldn't be anywhere without your brawn and bravery."
Steve's jaw dropped, he stared at you for a long moment. He held the walkie up, clicking the button, "Dustin? Dustin do you copy? She actually said something nice about me!"
You rolled your eyes, prying the walkie from his hand. "We must preserve battery. Come on, let's find a place to sleep."
Your optimism about being stranded at WSQK was shortsighted. You forgot just how dirty it had been when Robin took over. The upside down was stuck in 1983 and you guys had spent weeks cleaning it up because Jimmy Fast Hands Lee left it in a perpetual state of filth. So, WSQK wasn't actually an option.
"What's the closest building to us?" You asked, closing your eyes tightly picturing Hawkins.
"Our Lady of the Valley," Steve said without hesitation. You had forgotten he was born into a Catholic family turned baptist when he was middle school age. Well, you hadn't forgot. You simply tried not to retain information he spoke about himself. Besides, he was never talking to you about this. It was always someone else and you just happened to be in the background. You had never been Steve's conversation of choice.
"Maybe we should head there?" You offer, already heading to the front of the building.
"Okay, lets get the emergency packs out of the beamer then we'll go."
You followed Steve to the car, staring at the large wall the beamer was sticking out of. The wall hadn't been here the last time you had been in the upside down and it was making you uneasy. Steve was quick to hop up on the wall, opening the back door. "I'll just toss the bags down."
You stood on the ground, arms ready to catch the backpacks. Steve dropped the first one and you caught with ease but not without wincing. "Shit," you hissed. When the car crashed your arm had slammed against the door but now the adrenaline was wearing off. The second bag never hit, instead it was Steve landing on his feet, bag strapped across his back.
"What's wrong?" he asked, stepping in close to you. There was concern in his eyes as he searched you over.
"It's my shoulder, I hit it when we wrecked. I'm okay, it just took me by surprise."
Steve tilted his head, trying to assess your injury as if he had x-ray vision. "Come on, let's get to the church." You agreed with a nod of your head, reaching down for the bag. Steve grabbed it, cutting you off. "I don't think so, I got it."
The church was about two miles from the radio station and the first ten minutes the two of you were silent. You could feel Steve glancing at you often so you finally looked at him. "I'm fine, Steve."
"Okay. It's just, well you know, Dustin said he'd kill me if anything happened to you."
You laughed lightly, "Are you scared of a high schooler? Thought we left that behind us."
"Speaking of high school," Steve started and you groaned. You did not like reminiscing on Hawkins High. It had been the worst four years of your life. "How come were friends, Henderson?" His question sounded genuine which confused you because he knew exactly why the two of you were friends.
"Uhm, because we never spoke a word to each other until you befriended my brother our senior year? Not to mention we were not on the same social ladder. Or even in the same classes."
"Right because you were in all honors kid genius."
You rolled his eyes dramatically making sure he seen it. "Sure. I wasn't very social, you know that."
"Are you sure it wasn't because of Todd?" Steve pried.
Hearing your exes name had sent a jolt of unease through you. You and Todd Freemen had been boyfriend and girlfriend since your freshman year when you and your family had moved to Hawkins. Like most people of Hawkins, when the town split he and his family had fled. You didn't like to talk about him though. Not because he left you; that you were actually thankful for. It was an escape you never had to find for yourself. Todd had turned out to be a very mean boy. It was no secret because Dustin had told anyone that would listen he was going to kill Todd. When Steve had learned about how Todd was treating you he had punched him at a party. Todd had told you that if he ever seen you talking to Steve Harrington that wouldn't be another opportunity. You didn't think Todd would ever hurt you physically but it was better not to find out. Besides, it wasn't like Steve was ever trying to talk you. "You punched him."
"I wish I would have punched him harder," Steve countered.
As the church came into view you shook your head, "I don't want to talk about Todd. Ever, actually."
Steve relented, being the first one up to the church door. He pulled on handle with no luck. "Shit," he hissed.
You pushed Steve to the side, pulling a gun from your jeans. You kept it tucked in the back of your pants, just like Nancy had taught you. You held the barrel of it, bringing the butt of it down on the lock. Metal busting was loud but not as loud as a gunshot. The last thing you needed was to bring the military to the church doorstep. Steve stared at you and you just shrugged, pushing open the church door.
"You've been hanging out with Nancy too much," Steve shut the door behind him, using a chair to jam under the handle so it couldn't be opened from the outside. He was right about Nancy. Though the two of you had always sort of been friends since your brothers were, you had really gotten close in the past year. She was teaching you everything she knew about guns and it was fun you had to admit.
You looked around the church making sure there was no obvious signs of military life or demogorgons for that matter. All the windows and side doors were intact and locked which was a good thing. "I think it's clear," you said to Steve who had been inspecting the other side of the church.
"Okay, sit down. Let's look at that arm."
You eyed him, both of you on separate sides of the same pew. He raised a brow as if to challenge you but you relented, taking a seat. You shrugged off your sweater and tshirt, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get a good look at it with clothing on. You tried not to care that you were going to sit there in your bra but it did feel a little weird. Almost like the double d elephant in the room.
Steve didn't even pretend to not look at your chest where your tits were spilling out of the top of your bra. "Did you wanna take a picture? Maybe keep a Polaroid in your wallet of them?"
Steve coughed, "Being a smart ass must run in your family." He lifted your arm and you couldn't help but wince. "It doesn't look broken, just a little swollen."
"There's ibuprofen in my pack."
"That's smart. I don't know why I never thought of that," he countered.
Steve grabbed your bag, pulling out your water flask and digging around until he pulled out a small, thin white pack. You shook your head, "That's my birth control, try again."
Though the lighting was dark you could see Steve's cheeks turning slightly pink. "Didn't think that was an emergency pack type of medicine."
"I take it everyday, that's my every day bag," you explained. You took the bottle and water from him, tossing back three pills.
He packed them neatly back in your bag. You pulled your shirt back over your head, deciding to leave the sweater off because it actually felt kind of nice in the church. "I'll take the first watch if you want to get some sleep."
You looked at Steve who was going to sit on the altar stairs. You shook your head; sleep never came easy to you, not even on a regular night and you knew there was no chance of it now. "No way I'm going to be able to fall asleep. No sheep in here to count. You can rest though."
He shrugged, looking as if he may take the offer. You went to sit on the altar steps as well, a few feet apart from Steve. You leaned against what you thought was maybe some sort of prayer bench where there a bunch of unlit candles. Steve used his bag as a pillow and you sat your gun beside you so you grab it immediately if needed.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking up at the ceiling. The pain in your arm was barely a dull throb now. "Why do you hate me?" You hadn't mean to ask the question but it had fallen from your lips like words were something you could just drop.
"What? Why do you think I hate you?" Steve turned to face you. His hair was wild since he had taken off the hat he had been wearing. You hated to think it but Steve Harrington was cute. You knew in the deepest parts of your soul that was one of the many reasons he had pissed you off so bad. He was just so goddamn pretty. His fluffy hair, long lashes that looked better than yours on any day, his puffy lips and the way his eyes just sparkled. It was unnatural and it made you so angry that you weren't immune to it.
"Because, I heard you one day. You were talking to Jonathan. He asked about me and you said that I was aggravating and annoying." You had remembered when you heard him say that Jonathan. All of you had been getting ready for a crawl the two of them were chit chatting in the studio. You thought it should hurt your feelings but more than anything it just made you mad. You and Steve avoided each other for the most part so you don't know why he thought those things about you. How could he form an opinion on you when he barely knew you?
"Why were you eavesdropping?" he was deflecting and you could feel yourself getting irritated.
"We all work in the same building, do we not? Did you think that no one but you and Jonathan were there? Because I don't think you thought that."
"I didn't say that's what I was thinking. I just didn't think anyone would be listening."
"Hmm," you rolled your eyes. "You know, I don't remember doing anything to piss you off so I'm not sure why I'm so awful for you to be around."
Steve laughed, the tone of it was cruel like maybe you were clueless or something. "It's not anything you did. It's just who you are. It's like… No matter where I go, you're there."
"We have the same friends. Your best friends with my brother. Not to mention we fight monsters and that's not something you can just go around telling people so our circles are pretty small." Even though you had been the one to bring the topic up to Steve you didn't like his answer. It was your fault for pushing, though. You should have just let him sleep.
"Yes! That's the problem," Steve sat up, doing so closed a large portion of the distance between the two of you. "If I go to work, you're there. If we're doing a crawl, you're there. If I want to see my friends, you're there. You are driving me crazy. You think you're so smart and better than me-"
You cut Steve off, feeling hurt for the first time since acknowledging he didn't like you. "I don't think I'm better than you." Your voice was soft. "Steve I'm always there because I have no where else to go. That's what I'm telling you. We have the same friends. Our lives are intertwined, I can't just disappear."
"No," Steve shook his head quickly. "That's not what I want. That's not even what I meant. It's…" He paused, blowing out a breath. "You drive me crazy. Don't you get it? You're aggravating and annoying because I feel absolutely mad. You're always there. I'm always there too and it's like you don't notice. Like you don't care. The way you seem to plague my thoughts and I don't even take up a fraction of yours."
You tilted your head, your lips trying to form words but your brain incapable of saying any. Finally you said, "Oh. Oh. That's… That's not what I thought. I didn't think you even noticed me."
Steve groaned your name, running a hand down his face, muffling his laugh. "For you to be so smart you're clueless. I beat up your boyfriend."
"Ex boyfriend but yeah, that's because Dustin told you to."
Steve shook his head, "Nope. It's because I hate him and he deserved it. Not only that I thought that maybe you'd finally get it."
You blinked, staring at Steve in disbelief. All this time you spent with pent up rage because of how perfect and beautiful he was.. You knew what it was for you but you hadn't conceived that he could feel the same about you. Steve Harrington, all muscles and pretty… You were not his type with your full figure and brash personality. Not that you weren't hot because you were. You had a full chest, an ample ass and your face wasn't so bad either. It's just, Steve Harrington had typically dated thinner girls. Not that that mattered, you thought all girls were pretty but you knew how boys and men thought.
Steve scooted closer to you, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Say you don't feel the same."
You shook your head, once again unable to say much of anything. You did feel the same. You shook your head again and Steve descended on you. He was holding your face in his hands as he kissed you. It was gentle at first, new and curious.
Kissing had never felt like this for you before. You kissed him back, your brain unable to process what was happening. All you knew was it felt right, and it was what you had been waiting for. You felt yourself melting in his hands.
How had the two of you just went from arguing to lip locked and on a church alter of all places? Steve pulled away, he pressed his lips against your neck. "You know," you said a bit breathless, "You drive me crazy too. Your stupid eyelashes and lips. You're such a pretty boy," you said and Steve pulled away from you just a few inches to look at you. His lips were slightly swollen from kissing you and you rolled your eyes. You pulled him back by his jacket and kissed him hard.
Steve pressed himself against you, your body laying back on the steps. All you knew in that moment is that you wanted him bad. Right here, in the upside down, scary particles wafting through the air and all. You spread your legs so he could sink between them, getting closer to you. The clothes that the two of you were still wearing felt like an evil barrier.
Steve tugged at your shirt and you helped pull it off. In that moment you were thankful for the pain meds because your arm didn't even hurt. Steve kissed your neck again while you unclasped your bra. He didn't even try to hold back the groan when your chest was on display for him. Your tits were big, it was something you did really enjoy. You enjoyed it even more watching Steve cup them in his hands, or at least try to. "Good fucking god," he said.
"Should you be praying to me in the middle of a church, Harrington?" You were aiming for confident or maybe witty but your resolve crumbled when Steve licked at your nipple. You closed your eyes. The whole body bliss that came with stomach butterflies consumed you. You could feel yourself getting wet and the jeans were making your miserable.
You looked down at Steve as he sucked and licked at your nipples, your breaths were shaky and you could feel Steve's cock straining against his jeans on your thigh. Oh god, he was big. He didn't have to take his pants off for you to see that. Steve pulled his jacket off, yanking his shirt off in one quick motion, kissing down your stomach.
He unbuttoned your jeans but you stopped him, "We are doing this my way."
Steve had no objections as you turned around, pushing him down against the altar. You unzipped his jeans, tugging them off of him just after he kicked his boots off. His boxes weren't doing much to hide his erection or the wet spot that the precum was making. You stroked him gently through the cloth, watching his head roll back. You'd be lying if you hadn't thought of this moment. You often fantasized about being the one to get Steve off. You wanted to know if he whimpered the way you thought pretty boys should. You kissed the middle of his chest, kissing his stomach where there were scars from the demobats. You didn't a second to kiss all the scars you could see, thankful that he hadn't actually died.
You pulled his boxers down, his cock bouncing up and hitting your cheek. Your eyes looked up, finding his and he stared down you, his lips slightly parted. You didn't break the eye contact as you took him into your mouth completely, shoving him right against the back of your throat. "Oh fuck, oh god," he groaned, blinking tightly. You bobbed your head, starting slow, relishing the way his hips jerked when you swirled your tongue around the head of his pink cock.
You brought one hand up, pumping him while you worked him in your mouth. Steve was veiny and you loved how he felt in your mouth and in your hands. A line of words stumbled from him, you were sure your name was mixed in there with all the 'fucks' and 'pleases'. You were enjoying yourself. You liked that you were able to make him squirm. You pushed him to the back of your throat again, groaning against him so he could feel the vibrations in your throat. That was the ticket, he whimpered and you grinned with his dick in your mouth, repeating this move.
You looked up at him and could see his eyes were becoming heavy. You couldn't let him cum yet. You let his cock pop out of your mouth, making a lewd noise as you sucked on him until he was out of your mouth. You stood, pushing your jeans down your hips, tossing them to the side. Steve looked up at you, "You're like an angel," he said which was cheesy considering your location.
You rolled your eyes, sinking to your knees but this time straddling him. You used one hand to take his cock and slide it between your folds. You were soaking wet and used his cock to gather it and rub it around naturally lubricating you, moaning when his dick brushed against your clit. You placed him at your entrance, sliding down slowly on him. He was big, it was more of a challenge now as he stretched your walls out but it was a welcomed discomfort. You moaned, placing your hands on Steve's abdomen as you sank down completely now.
"Fuck," Steve hissed as you moved your hips forward. Your pace was slow because the feeling of him was new and fuck it was so good. Your hips bucked as your slid back up before slamming down quickly. Both of you whimpered this time and you did it again, letting yourself move faster and faster.
Steve reached around, cupping your ass and slamming you down on him. You moved one hand between your legs, rubbing at your clit. The feeling of him inside you and the friction you were giving yourself made you scream in pleasure. Your hips jerked and you fluttered around Steve, he moaned, grabbing your hips. He let one hand come up and cup one of your breasts, "You are so fucking beautiful," he said.
You threw your head back, your hair cascading down your back. You were moving wildly now and you knew Steve was watching the way your tits bounced as you moved on top of him. "God, Steve," you cried out. "Your dick, oh my god," you tried to tell him something else but your words were a jumbled mess. You moved up and down, Steve's thumb applying pressure to your clit. You whined, refusing to slow down but knowing you were about to fall over that precipice a second time. Cumming twice wasn't something that happened to you when having sex so the feeling of this building again was making you hypersensitive.
Steve moved his thumb in a circle, applying a hard pressure that made you shut your eyes, vision speckling with white. His cock was hitting a place inside of you that made feel like you may actually combust on top of him with his dick buried in you.
You looked down at Steve who was staring up at you in awe. He looked absolutely mesmerized and it made you want to please him even more but you weren't sure of anything. You were losing the part of your brain that helped you form critical thoughts. All you knew that you were about to cum but it felt… different. Your body went rigid, your spine going completely straight. You couldn't stop your legs and hips from jerking, you pushed yourself off Steve, his cock falling against his stomach as you gushed everywhere. You couldn't help the scream that escaped you and Steve moaned, grabbing you and throwing you back down on the steps. This time he was behind you on his knees, he squeezed your ass, murmuring something about forgiveness and confessions. "Your ass, god, everything about you," he shook his head, his cock pushing back inside of you. .
You cried out, pushing yourself back against him. He pumped in and out of you, his hands coming around to cup your chest as he slammed into you. "You're perfect," he said, your walls still contracting and fluttering around him from what had just happened. It wasn't long before he was pulling out of you, hot liquid soaking your ass.
For a moment the two of you sat there, breaths coming in pants but then Steve wiped you off. He turned you around, looking into your eyes before he helped you get dress. He put his clothes back on as well and looked over the church. "I'm glad that if my beamer had to die this is what it was for."
You laughed, shaking your head. "If you had just told me how annoying I was to my face this could have happened a lot sooner."
Steve captured your chin between his thumb and finger before he kissed you. "I'll keep that in mind next time you're pissing me off."
Steve went to a level spot of the floor where there my no stairs. "Come on, let's down here. We'll wait for our rescue here."
You eyed him wearily but joined him all the same. At least being stranded with Steve hadn't been so bad.
summary: steve is away at baseball camp with his team when a really bad storm hits hawkins. reader is home alone and scared of storms so steve comes to check on her.
word count: 3340
cw: oral (f receiving), p in v (unprotected), mention of storms, steve's mean ass father, smut, fluff
You laid there, head tilted slightly while your eyes scanned over the pages of your latest obsession. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. You had read through twice it already but you couldn't get enough. On the pillow beside you were pencils and highlighters to take notes. When you were younger you had absolutely refused to write in your books but something about it now felt so personal, it made them yours. Annotating your reads had become your greatest passion. Especially because you would exchange them with Jonathan and Nancy and it was almost like a small book club. Something so personal and special about it all.
You glanced up from the page, candlelight flickering in the room from the fifteen or so candles you had burning. April was storm season but today had been the worse storm in a while. A strike of lightening had taken a tree close to Loch Nora making the power go out for you. It had been out nearly three hours now.
Just as you looked back down at your book you heard a soft tapping. Looking around the room you tried to figure out what could be making the noise. Besides you there was only one other person who lived in the house and it was your roommate, Robin Buckley but she was out with her girlfriend Nancy Wheeler, which meant it couldn't be her. They had went on a weekend trip to Boston.
Deciding it must have been the rain on the roof you picked up your pen, devoting your attention back to the paper. You were absolutely terrified of storms and the last thing you needed was to convince yourself someone was inside the house with you. If you didn't acknowledge it, it wasn't real.
Try as you might however, the noise interrupted you once more before it grew more urgent. But this time you could tell it was coming from your window. You stood up, book making its way to the night stand. As you approached the window you remained cautious. Maybe it was your neighbor! The storms were so loud you wouldn't have heard knocking. Maybe they were out of lighter fluid and needed to borrow some to light their candles, that had happened once before.
Outside the window a small streak of light was visible. It was a flashlight. You slid open the window, "Hello?" you called out against your better judgment.
"Finally! Geez, can you come open the door?" Steve's voice floated up to you. You had been expecting to Roger or Tammy, one of the people who were in the house right next to yours. Anyone but Steve.
"Steve! What are you doing? You're supposed to be in at baseball camp!"
"Just open the door, I've been knocking for ten minutes!"
You apologized hurriedly and slid the window back into place grabbing a candle from your night stand and carrying it downstairs with you. Steve was supposed to be at a little league camp three hours away so naturally, he was in your yard.
You opened the door to find a soaking wet Steve. The rain was pouring and a strike of lightening lit up the sky behind him. You were trembling slightly as he closed the distance between the two of you. His hands squeezed your shoulders and his lips came down to brush against yours. "I was worried sick when you didn't open the door. Why the hell did you move the house key?"
Typically there was a small brass key hidden under the house plant on your porch but anytime Robin was gone you made it a point to move the house key back inside for fear of intruders. "I brought it inside because Robin is gone for the night and you know I don't like leaving it out. Steve, why are you here?"
He followed you as you went to the laundry room to grab him a towel. He was pulling his shirt off, reaching for the cloth to dry his hair. "Because, you're home alone and scared of storms. So, I drove here. Camp be damned, they'll be fine without me."
A flutter started in your stomach and you couldn't help but smile. Steve was honestly the best boyfriend you had ever had. He had drove three hours in pouring rain and storms to make it to you. You hugged him tightly, not caring that he wasn't fully dry yet. He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you hard. "I love you."
Steve kissed the top of your head, "I couldn't have my favorite girl alone during this storm now could I?" Another kiss now on your forehead, "I love you."
"I have more candles lit in my room. I was just reading Frankenstein-"
"Again?" He was grinning big, following you as you stepped away to make it back upstairs.
"So what if it's again?"
"Hey, hey, no need to get defensive. I think it's cute how you are when you like stuff."
You cut your eyes at Steve, making sure he could see your glare after he shut your bedroom door. "Meaning what exactly, Harrington?"
"Meaning that once you read the Lord of the Rings four times within a month. I think it's adorable that you're a nerd."
You scowled, feigning aggravation but you in fact were delighted. You remembered the first time Steve had let you read to him. He had laid in your lap, one hand holding your book and your other rubbing through his scalp soothingly.
"Well they're good books. Not to mention there's literally nothing better to read by flickering candle light."
"Is that so?" He smiled, walking over to the closet. He pulled out one of his tshirts you had stolen from him in the first year you had been dating which meant it had been yours for close to three years.
"You can't take that when you leave." You raised a brow, daring him to challenge you.
"It's literally my shirt," he scoffed, plopping down on the bed beside you. His hand found your thigh immediately, rubbing it softly. That was something you loved about Steve. He seemed to be pulled to you like a magnet. When the two of you were together it was impossible for him to not touch you. You reached out, taking his hand. "Tell me how camp is so far."
"It's fine. I hate being away from you but the kids are great. Derek has really upped his game and Holly is incredible. I'm sad this is their last year of Co-Ed. I really just hope they both make the school teams next year."
You smiled softly, combing your fingers through Steve's wet hair. "I'm sure they will, they've had you for a teacher."
Steve smiled slyly, his fingers now twisting the hem of your pajama shorts. "I am a pretty good teacher, huh?"
Your cheeks turned pink, noting how quick the conversation had turned. It didn't matter how many years the two of you spent together, he was still capable of getting you flustered. "You could say that."
Steve leaned back against the pillows, "What's there to do when the power is out?"
"We could play a board game by candle light," you suggested as a joke but Steve perked up.
"That's a great idea, let's do that." Steve, who's parents had never spent the time with him that he needed them to as a child, loved to do anything that resembled family time. Eating dinner at the table, board games, group road trips, photos at the JC Pennys, attending the kids games even if it wasn't the team he coached, going to Holly's dance recitals; he was all about everything. You had never realized how lucky you had been to grow up in a house with love and laughter even if, just like Steve, you were an only child. You and your parents ate dinner together every Friday when your dad was home for the weekend from work. Your mother had driven you to your soccer games and band practice without a single complaint about anything. You were loved and you had never realized that some children weren't. While you were sat up in a chair, blowing out the candles on your birthday cake, Steve had been alone, shut up in bedroom on his.
That was until you, of course. You and Steve had never really crossed paths in school, why would you? The handsome jock and the nerdy band geek. It was a trope right from a book. It had been your senior year of high school and his, when you had been paired up for a charity event. The seniors were raising money for their end of the trip and Mrs.Dunnhill had put you with Steve to sell doughnuts in the parking lot of Bradley's Big Buy. He had been the most infuriating person to be paired with. You were so quiet and he was so loud, flagging down every single person in the parking lot. But, the two of you had sold every single box of doughnuts. After that the universe had a way of bringing you two together.
In a few short minutes all the candles had been relocated to the dining room and you had added a few extra while Steve went to the den to pick out a game. "How about this one?" he asked, sitting a box down on the table.
Battleship was out of the closet so often it never had time to collect dust. It seemed to be everyone's favorite. "Perfect," you smiled, taking the seat across from him. You both took time setting up your sides. You were determined to win this time so you tried very hard to set up the most strategic board yet.
"Have you heard back from my dad yet?" Steve asked, his tone casual but you knew this was a tough topic of discussion for him. Steve wasn't close to his father and you didn't particularly like him however, he was one of the most successful lawyers in a three hundred mile radius and you had just become a certified paralegal. It wasn't ideal to go to work for Dan Harrington but it was a smart career move.
You cleared your throat, adjusting yourself in your chair. "I did. I got the job," you tried to keep your tone light. You were proud of yourself but not excited to be working for him. When you had sat down for your interview you had known immediately he recognized you. The question you had been dreading most was- 'Where do I know you from?' and Dan had made sure to ask just that.
"Oh, I'm Steve's girlfriend. We met briefly at his graduation," you had told him, referencing Steve's college graduation from when he received his diploma to teach. Dan had leveled a look at you, reading back over your resume.
"You should know that my likeness to hire you has nothing to do with my son. You have a very polished and impressive resume. Your GPA is something someone like my son could never understand. All this say I do want you on my team but, you should mingle with more successful people."
You had given a tight smile but was mortified more than anything at how casually Dan was able to put down Steve. "I don't know what you mean, sir. Steve is a very hard worker and he proved that working through college and now being the teacher at Hawkins High with the highest passing test scores among his students. But I can assure I will remain professional and I do not plan to discuss mine or my boyfriends personal life inside work."
"That's great!" Steve smiled and you returned the gesture.
"Yes, your dad really is a dick though."
Steve laughed, calling out a number that unfortunately sank one of your battleships. You groaned then Steve sighed, "He really is. Don't let him give you any shit. You deserve that job. You should know he isn't easy to please though."
"I have no desire to woo or impress your father. That is not the Mr.Harrington I seek the affections of."
Steve looked up over his battleship set up, "I love when you talk to me like some nerdy book."
You stifled a laugh, "I'm serious. I don't give a fuck if he likes me. Does it matter to you if he likes me? Would you want me less?"
"Want you- Are you kidding me? I want you more and more everyday. His opinion could never smother the flames of my carnal need for you?" he asked rather than stated.
"I love when you talk like one of my nerdy books," you winked, shaking your head.
The two of you continued to play the board game, Steve trying to talk like he was old english which made you laugh. It was hard to watch him run his hands through his hair and bite his lip in thought while you sat across the table. Your time apart left you needy and aching for him. You tried hard to keep your composure hoping if you'd won he'd offer you a prize because you knew just what you wanted your trophy to be.
After a long and agonizing game, you won. The thrill of victory burned through you like a white hot fire. "Well, what do I win?" A lust filled haze already settling over you.
Steve stood from his seat, stepping closer to you, towering over your chair. He was so goddamn tall. You looked up, batting your eyelashes at him. "I think you can have whatever you like."
"That so?" You tilted your head as if to ponder your options. "And if I said I wanted you to take me on the dining room table?"
"Then I'd say fuck yes. I've been starving for you."
"Hmm, good answer." You stood, Steve arms wrapping around your waist as he lifted you enough to sit you on the table. You let your legs fall open and he smirked, stepping between your thighs. He leaned down, lips pressing against your forehead.
When he pulled away he left searing mark on your skin. God you needed this man. "I love you," it was a soft, gentle expression that though he used often, you would never get sick of hearing.
"I know," you said, your lips tipping up into a grin. "That's why you drove three hours in a storm."
"I would drive day and night in a hurricane to get to you." Though it was slightly corny, you knew it was true. Steve would do anything for you, everything for you and he proved it time and time again. You knew just how lucky you were to have him. Somehow the universe saw it fit to bestow such a gift upon you and you knew it from the moment Steve Harrington ran around the Bradley's parking lot, pitching sales for stale, sticky doughnuts.
Your arms snaked around Steve's neck. His hair was just damp enough still to feel cold on the yours hands as they slid through his soft curls. You pulled him down do to you, mouth capturing his. You could feel his lips twist into a smirk but only for a moment before he melted into you. His lips worked against yours, his warm hands grasping your hips before he was making quick work of disposing of your underwear.
Steve pulled away from your lips, holding your gaze as he sank to his knees in front of the table. Your heart rate quickened watching as he ran his tongue across his bottom lip. "So fucking gorgeous," he said softly, leaning in to spread you open. Your breath hitched, the sight of him between your legs was enough to make you dizzy. Was it possible to cum without even being touched? He flipped his hand around, slowly pushing two fingers into you. Your back jerked, arching up but he was quick to hold you down with his free hand. "Already trying to runaway?" his voice had a challenge to it but your brain was already turning to mush.
"Easy," he pushed closer into you, his tongue licking you gently. You sighed, any and all tension in your body melting away. No matter how long you spent away from Steve it was way too fucking long. Your body ached for him for a way you didn't even know was possible. When you would sleep at night you would find yourself waking up because you would reach for him only to find him missing. "I love you," you choked out between a moan and whimper.
Steve made a mhmmm noise against your clit, his tongue working in circles. You gasped, fighting his hold to lift off the table. His fingers started to pump inside of you faster. "Steve," you whined, your thoughts fusing together. Even though your eyes were shut tight you were able to see a searing white light. "God, fuck." You bucked, jerking against the table as you fluttered around Steve's fingers. He slowed his movements but let your ride his hand until you were a heap on the table.
Steve stood, scooping you off the table. Usually you would argue with him, squealing about hating to be picked up. But, right now you were still a mess of heavy breathing. "I hope you don't think we done," he was carrying you up the stairs, right to your room.
Steve laid you on the bed just as your senses seem to come back. You sat up, reaching to pull of the clothes that he had just recently put on after showing up in the rain. He crawled over you, forcing you to lay back against the pillows. His biceps bulged as your held himself up over you, leaning down to kiss you. Your legs hooked around him, pulling him closer to you. "Tell me you love me again," his lips blazing a trail down your neck to your collarbone.
"I love you," you said without a second thought. You smiled, raising up enough to kiss his jaw. He used a knee to spread your legs open, lower himself down. You reached out a hand, taking his length and stroking him slowly. Steve groaned, letting you guide him to your entrance. He pushed into you slowly as you raised your hips to meet him. The two of you moved against each other in a slow pace.
Your hands grabbed Steve's waist, your thumbs sitting in the v lines below his abdomen. The pace the two of you were sitting was intimate as you met each other stroke for stroke. You gasped and Steve moaned, "God you feel so fucking good." His praise always made you blush but you knew he was telling the truth. There was no way he could fake the pink tinging his cheeks and the way his breath hitched every time he was full inside of you. You felt so full you could swear he was aiming to make it into your stomach. You cried out, his thumb brushing against your clit.
You pushed against his stomach, wanting to ask him to flip over but not able to form a sentence. But, you and Steve always understood each other even when words failed. He rolled the two of you over, his back hitting the bed causing the bed frame to smack against the wall. You giggled, repositioning yourself on top of him. Steve held his cock, letting you sink down and impale yourself on him. You gasped, moving yourself on top of, grinding down.
You were sure the mumbled mess that left his mouth was your name and a moan but you couldn't be exactly sure. He was seeming to lose himself the way you had been on the kitchen table. You leaned back, arching your back as you moved, your tits bouncing as Steve's clumsy hands reached up to cup you. You smiled down at him a groaned causing your confidence to stutter as you felt yourself nearing the precipice again. His hands moved down to grab your ass so he could move you up and down on top of him.
"Steve," you managed as you felt him jerk inside you.
Warmth filled you and that's all you needed to follow him into chasing that tiny death. You stilled on top of him. Both of you panting before you rolled off and down beside him. Steve turned on his side immediately grabbing you and kissing you hard. "I'm so fucking glad it stormed."
Nancy Wheeler arrives home from work early one day after quitting her job. Her girlfriend, Robin Buckley, knows just how to life her spirits.
HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE! this one shot is first of many I have planned for this month!
MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY.
cw: mention of quitting job, f in v penetration, strap on, idk sex
*roughly read over, not edited. Sorry for amy mistakes.
word count: 2,200
Nancy Wheeler was the type of woman who worked hard for everything she had. Despite being not only the best writer on her current team of, how could she nicely put this? Fucking idiots, she was the only woman. So when her boss, Justin-still-stuck-in-his-fraternity-era Hilt announced his longstanding pledge, Eric, as the new chief editor, she wasn't really surprised. However, this didn't stop her from gripping her clipboard so tight that she could hear the wood splintering. Before she could stop herself she was out of her chair, pen and clipboard discarded to the table.
"What?" She asked less than politely.
"I said Eric was being promoted. Sorry, was there something confusing about that?" Justin flashed her a grin that made her wish all of her teeth would turn into tiny sharp needles and she could unhinge her jaw and eat him alive.
Nancy smiled sweetly, her throat not able to stop the venom that was ready to exit her body. "Well, yes, actually. Eric is a subpar writer, at very best, much like everyone else on this team. He writes 'think pieces' on how women who don't enjoy sports decreases a man's testosterone. Or Gibbs!" Nancy flung her hand out in a wide arc, an accusatory finger landing on the balding man in the back of the room. He had been in mid laugh as she called out Eric but now he was turning tomato red, lips in a thin line. "Ten ways to make sure 'your woman knows how to pleasure you in the bedroom'?! You imbeciles make fun of cosmopolitan magazine when that's all this place is! A gossip zine for men to whine and cry because their dicks are small! I've had it. I joined this company when Tim was still in charge and that man had a vision! Who knew leaving it to his son would be its downfall. I quit. I quit!"
Everyone around the table was staring at Nancy in silence, lips parted in shock. "Miss Wheeler," Justin was calling after her but she couldn't stop, not now. She walked down the hallway, grabbing an empty box from the corner of the supply room. Her office was small, she wasn't even sure if it qualified as such. So, packing it up wouldn't be hard.
In the far back of the building was a tiny room, just bigger than a broom closet. The only things on Nancy's desk were three photos of her and Robin, a small squirrel plushie that Holy had given her when she graduated from Emerson and a coffee mug that said World's Best Husband, another gift from Robin. She packed it all into the box as fast she could, stuffing her purple cardigan down around the stuff to keep the picture frames and cup safe.
Nancy hadn't expected anyone to follow after her and she was glad they hadn't. She knew Justin's yelling after her was his way of being able to say he tried to stop her if anyone asked.
Her drive home was quick and quiet, she hadn't even felt like turning on the radio. It was just the sounds of the road and Nancy tapping her fingers against the steering wheel. Relief washes over Nancy when she pulled into the driveway and Robin's car was there. Every now and then Robin would get to leave early if her job was completed and today that was obviously the case.
Robin opened the front door just as Nancy was coming up the steps. She was wearing pajama shorts and a cropped tank top that she had cut herself for a music festival they had attended the previous year. "What are you doing home? And with no warning? How am I supposed to hide my mistress if you just show up unannounced?"
"Oh ha ha," Nancy grinned, her anger from the day melting away. Just being in Robin's orbit had always seemed to do that to her; make every single problem disappear.
Robin's hands reached up to cup Nancy's face and she stepped backwards, guiding her into the house. As Robin's lips brushed against hers, she let a sigh out. "What are you doing home my gorgeous gorgeous girlfriend?"
Nancy's shrugged off her jean vest, letting it fall to the recliner that was, much to Robin's chagrin, Nancy's catchall. Nancy turned, her eyes searching Robin's face. What had she been thinking? They had rent to pay, groceries to buy, a dog to feed. How was she supposed to tell Robin, the ever loyal and always supportive girlfriend, that she had quit her job without even asking her first? "Robin… I, uh… I quit my job."
Robin blinked, her expression not changing. She blinked a second time before she nodded slowly. "Finally!"
"What?" Nancy couldn't help but sounding shocked. What did she mean? Was she not terrified?
"That place sucks and they totally didn't deserve you. Which I told you at least seven hundred thousand times. They're idiots, Nance! A bunch of dumb headed men who could never ever compare to your work." Robin's hands were back on Nancy's face.
"It's not okay, Bubs! I didn't even ask you. What about our house?"
Robin's face softened, her expression morphing into sympathy. "Nance… You know I can handle things until you find another job. I told you this already. When they promoted me to project lead it came with a huge raise. Just relax! You'll find a better job soon and until then, we are fine."
Robin kissed the tip of Nancy's nose then her forehead. Robin had told her many times she could quit but she never realized how serious she was. She knew architects made good money but she never wanted Robin to feel like this was on her alone. They were a couple, partners who were sharing a life together. But, if the positions were reversed she knew she would do the same for Robin. She would do anything for her.
Robin led her to the couch, guiding her to sit down before she walked behind the couch, her hands finding Nancy's shoulders. "Everything is fine. Except for how tense you are. You just need to relax, babe."
Nancy's eyes fluttered closed as Robin's fingers worked magic circles into her arms. She let a small groan, "God I love you."
"I know that," the smile in Robin's voice was unmistakable. She tutted, her hands slipping down to Nancy's shoulder blades. "You're so tense. It's a good thing you quit that place."
Nancy hummed in agreement, letting her head drop a little. "You don't have to pamper me, you know? I should be the one pampering you."
"Let me take care of you, Nancy Wheeler. I promise you won't regret it." The last sentence was whispered into Nancy's ear just before Robin's lips pressed into her neck. The sudden warmth sent a chill down Nancy's spine. She rolled her neck giving Robin better access. Robin bit at Nancy's neck gently, soothing it with her tongue. "I'm so glad you're home early," she whispered again. Her hands slipping down the front of Nancy's shirt. They quickly undid the clasp at the front of her bra before cupping her breasts.
Nancy gasped, her eyes closing. Robin's fingers rubbed slow, soft circles before she kneaded Nancy gently. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, Nancy letting out a soft moan. Her stomach was quickly turning warm and she felt herself becoming wet. She turned her head, catching Robin's lips in a kiss. Robin's hands still worked against her as she slid her tongue against Nancy's lips, waiting for her to let her in.
Nancy grabbed Robin's wrists, pushing her hands back up from her shirt. She couldn't handle the piece of furniture between them. She needed to be directly pressed against her girlfriend or she was going to lose her mind. Nancy came around the back of the couch while tugging her top off. She reached for Robin's to do the same, stepping against her and pushing her toward their bedroom.
By the time they made it to the bed both of them were fully undressed. Robin pushed Nancy down, her hands brushing Nancy's bangs from her face. "I love you," she said, kissing Nancy's lips softly before kissing her down her neck. She pressed a kiss against her stomach, her right hand pushing Nancy's left thigh away from her other. Nancy watched as Robin's let two fingers dip between her. She sucked in a breath as Robin toyed at her entrance, letting her fingers get slick before dragging them up to Nancy's clit.
Nancy blew out a breath, a moan escaping her. She brought her fingers up to her mouth, sucking them between her lips. Robin let out a soft breath, "You always taste so goddamn good."
"Robin, touch me," Nancy whined, her legs squirming searching for any sort of friction she could find. Robin grinned as she slid further down the bed. She settled between Nancy's thighs, using her thumbs to spread her open. She leaned in, tongue flicking out making Nancy let out a shaky breath. She wasted no time, her tongue working against Nancy in a furious pattern that had Nancy bucking quickly. "Fuck," Nancy hissed, her hips rising off the bed.
Robin used a hand to push Nancy back down against the mattress. Nancy's fingers wrapped up in Robin's hair. Her eyes were closed so she missed Robin's fingers moving up. She felt them slide into her, a gasp escaping her. Robin had shoved three fingers in her and was pumping in and out quickly. She was sure she said some curse words and maybe Robin's name but Robin was curling her fingers now and Nancy couldn't think. Her brain was becoming hazy, lust fogging her thoughts. She was sure she was going to come completely undone this time. Just as she became close everything stopped.
Nancy's eyes shot open and she glared at Robin who was sat back on heels, licking her fingers clean. "Pink or green?" she asked, her pupils blown wide with lust.
Nancy felt her stomach do a flip, she fucking loved when Robin used the strap. She loved everything they did and Nancy was usually the more dominant one but every now and then Robin wanted to switch and fuck she needed it more than ever today. "Green," Nancy said, her mouth all but watering.
Green was the bigger of the two. It was seven inches and the girth on it was enough to have Nancy's legs already shaking. Robin made quick work and slipping on the harness. She laid back on the bed, helping Nancy repositioned herself so she was straddling Robin.
She let the cock sit between her folds as she grind against it, letting her wetness lubricate it. She raised her, her hand grabbing the toy as she held it still to slide down on top of it. She moved slow, feeling stretched but euphoric. She finally slid all the way down, a whimper pushing past her lips. She moved back and forth slowly, Robin's hands on her hips, guiding her back and up down. "God, you're so hot," Robin groaned, one hand sliding between Nancy's legs as she pressed a thumb against her clit.
Nancy moaned, her hips arching before she started moving faster. She let her hands find purchase on Robin's chest, squeezing her breasts roughly. Robin moaned, her hips lifting to push the dildo further inside of Nancy.
Nancy looked down at Robin between her messy hair. Robin smiled, her lips falling open when she pinched her nipples again. Nancy let out a laugh that quickly turned into a whine as she bounced against Robin.
Her breaths became quicker as her hips stuttered, she worked against Robin quickly as she finally fell over that precipice. She gasped and moaned as her orgasm washed over her, her hips finally slowing.
Even though she was feeling like a pile of mush Nancy laid against Robin, her fingers sliding between her girlfriend's leg pushing the straps to the slide. Her fingers pushed into Robin at a slow and lazy speed. Robin let her legs fall open for Nancy, a soft moan purring from her throat. Nancy kissed her neck, biting at her pulse. "I love you, Robin Buckley." She repeated that sentence several times as moved her fingers faster, curling them inside her.
Robin tried to respond, her words coming out a jumbled mess. Nancy couldn feel Robin clenching around so she slid in a third finger and curled it up with the others. Robin hissed, her stomach pulsing as her walls fluttered against Nancy's fingers.
Nancy kissed Robin, telling her for the hundredth time how much she loved her. Robin pulled her against her, their legs twining together. "And I love you, more than anything ever. And I literally mean ever."
Nancy smiled at Robin's admission even if she already knew it. She kissed her lips softly, "Let's take a nap. Then we can read through the paper and circle job listings."
Robin rolled her eyes, "You are taking time off. The less you work, the more time we have to do this. Now hush and close your eyes."
summary: you and steve get stuck in the upside down and help will not arrive until the following day. confessions are shared and they aren't so nice.
pairing: steve harrington x fem!plus size!reader
word count: 4,553
warnings: slight angst, bickering, confrontation. slightly injured arm. SMUT! oral (m receiving) p in v unprotected, squ!rting
minors dni!!!
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You thought of yourself as a levelheaded person. In fact you knew you were. You were slow to anger and easy to get along with, both traits your mother had nourished in you during your upbringing.
But, standing outside of WSQK, in the upside down, staring at Steve Harrington. Well, you thought that maybe at that moment you were capable of ripping his fucking head off. You looked beyond Steve, right at his beamer that had crashed into the wall. It was true that Steve did typically frustrate you. He was able to make you angry in a matter of minutes and that was a skill no one else possessed. But this, well this took the fucking cake. You had told him not to drive into the god forsaken gate but when had he ever listened to you?
The two of you were having a stare down and you'd be damned if you cracked first. If looks could kill you had a feeling Steve would be dropping dead at this very moment. "Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have done that."
Your eyes went wide, a manic laugh bubbling out of you. "Do you think so, Stephen?" You cracked. You started pacing, debating where to even start. You didn't have much time to think about anything before you heard the walkie go off both of your names being repeated followed with, "Do you copy?" The voice belonged to your younger brother.
"Yes, we copy, Dustin. We are okay. Well, most of us. The beamer didn't make it." You stopped dead in your tracks, turning to glare at Steve. You knew the car was his 'baby' but was that really what he was concerned about right now? The two of you were trapped in the monster dimension for gods sake!
The rest of what Dustin was saying came in crackling sentences. The connection was bad but all the same, your patience that was already thin as ice was about to shatter. "Bad news… 'Til tomorrow. Steve, if you let my sister die, I'll kill you." The last sentence had been the only thing to come through crystal clear.
"Great. Great!" you started pacing again, looking up at the WSQK building. The only silver lining was that you knew this building very well. It was spacious which meant you could go inside and ignore Steve Harrington.
"Jesus, am I such bad company?" The look in Steve's eyes made your heart twinge with pain for a moment. He was right, was he? You were being unfair. It was just so hard to be around him. He drove you nuts and for all the reasons you could never say.
Your ice cold demeanor thawed, your shoulders slumping forward in defeat. No, he wasn't bad company. "You just infuriate me," you admired with a whisper.
Steve gave you a lopsided smile, "There's something we have in common. I infuriate you, you drive me fucking crazy."
"I do?" A small smile flickered across your face. You liked the idea of making Steve as mad as he made you feel.
"Oh, absolutely. Why do you think I can hardly be in the same room as you? You're bossy and assertive but more than that you're too fucking smart for your own good and it makes me feel dumb."
You frowned, not liking that he called himself dumb. That was a common thing people said about Steve. As much as you loathed him you didn't like that other people did. It made you angry when people spoke poorly of him. This was because Steve was a good person. You had seen how he had changed Dustin's life. Ever since your mother and fathers divorce he needed a male figure in his life. Steve had been that for him and Dustin had blossomed that much more because of it. Even though you would never admit that out loud to Steve you knew it was true. "Don't say you're dumb. You're not. People are smart in different ways. Sure my bossy and cleverness has saved our lives- more than once may I add. But, we wouldn't be anywhere without your brawn and bravery."
Steve's jaw dropped, he stared at you for a long moment. He held the walkie up, clicking the button, "Dustin? Dustin do you copy? She actually said something nice about me!"
You rolled your eyes, prying the walkie from his hand. "We must preserve battery. Come on, let's find a place to sleep."
Your optimism about being stranded at WSQK was shortsighted. You forgot just how dirty it had been when Robin took over. The upside down was stuck in 1983 and you guys had spent weeks cleaning it up because Jimmy Fast Hands Lee left it in a perpetual state of filth. So, WSQK wasn't actually an option.
"What's the closest building to us?" You asked, closing your eyes tightly picturing Hawkins.
"Our Lady of the Valley," Steve said without hesitation. You had forgotten he was born into a Catholic family turned baptist when he was middle school age. Well, you hadn't forgot. You simply tried not to retain information he spoke about himself. Besides, he was never talking to you about this. It was always someone else and you just happened to be in the background. You had never been Steve's conversation of choice.
"Maybe we should head there?" You offer, already heading to the front of the building.
"Okay, lets get the emergency packs out of the beamer then we'll go."
You followed Steve to the car, staring at the large wall the beamer was sticking out of. The wall hadn't been here the last time you had been in the upside down and it was making you uneasy. Steve was quick to hop up on the wall, opening the back door. "I'll just toss the bags down."
You stood on the ground, arms ready to catch the backpacks. Steve dropped the first one and you caught with ease but not without wincing. "Shit," you hissed. When the car crashed your arm had slammed against the door but now the adrenaline was wearing off. The second bag never hit, instead it was Steve landing on his feet, bag strapped across his back.
"What's wrong?" he asked, stepping in close to you. There was concern in his eyes as he searched you over.
"It's my shoulder, I hit it when we wrecked. I'm okay, it just took me by surprise."
Steve tilted his head, trying to assess your injury as if he had x-ray vision. "Come on, let's get to the church." You agreed with a nod of your head, reaching down for the bag. Steve grabbed it, cutting you off. "I don't think so, I got it."
The church was about two miles from the radio station and the first ten minutes the two of you were silent. You could feel Steve glancing at you often so you finally looked at him. "I'm fine, Steve."
"Okay. It's just, well you know, Dustin said he'd kill me if anything happened to you."
You laughed lightly, "Are you scared of a high schooler? Thought we left that behind us."
"Speaking of high school," Steve started and you groaned. You did not like reminiscing on Hawkins High. It had been the worst four years of your life. "How come were friends, Henderson?" His question sounded genuine which confused you because he knew exactly why the two of you were friends.
"Uhm, because we never spoke a word to each other until you befriended my brother our senior year? Not to mention we were not on the same social ladder. Or even in the same classes."
"Right because you were in all honors kid genius."
You rolled his eyes dramatically making sure he seen it. "Sure. I wasn't very social, you know that."
"Are you sure it wasn't because of Todd?" Steve pried.
Hearing your exes name had sent a jolt of unease through you. You and Todd Freemen had been boyfriend and girlfriend since your freshman year when you and your family had moved to Hawkins. Like most people of Hawkins, when the town split he and his family had fled. You didn't like to talk about him though. Not because he left you; that you were actually thankful for. It was an escape you never had to find for yourself. Todd had turned out to be a very mean boy. It was no secret because Dustin had told anyone that would listen he was going to kill Todd. When Steve had learned about how Todd was treating you he had punched him at a party. Todd had told you that if he ever seen you talking to Steve Harrington that wouldn't be another opportunity. You didn't think Todd would ever hurt you physically but it was better not to find out. Besides, it wasn't like Steve was ever trying to talk you. "You punched him."
"I wish I would have punched him harder," Steve countered.
As the church came into view you shook your head, "I don't want to talk about Todd. Ever, actually."
Steve relented, being the first one up to the church door. He pulled on handle with no luck. "Shit," he hissed.
You pushed Steve to the side, pulling a gun from your jeans. You kept it tucked in the back of your pants, just like Nancy had taught you. You held the barrel of it, bringing the butt of it down on the lock. Metal busting was loud but not as loud as a gunshot. The last thing you needed was to bring the military to the church doorstep. Steve stared at you and you just shrugged, pushing open the church door.
"You've been hanging out with Nancy too much," Steve shut the door behind him, using a chair to jam under the handle so it couldn't be opened from the outside. He was right about Nancy. Though the two of you had always sort of been friends since your brothers were, you had really gotten close in the past year. She was teaching you everything she knew about guns and it was fun you had to admit.
You looked around the church making sure there was no obvious signs of military life or demogorgons for that matter. All the windows and side doors were intact and locked which was a good thing. "I think it's clear," you said to Steve who had been inspecting the other side of the church.
"Okay, sit down. Let's look at that arm."
You eyed him, both of you on separate sides of the same pew. He raised a brow as if to challenge you but you relented, taking a seat. You shrugged off your sweater and tshirt, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get a good look at it with clothing on. You tried not to care that you were going to sit there in your bra but it did feel a little weird. Almost like the double d elephant in the room.
Steve didn't even pretend to not look at your chest where your tits were spilling out of the top of your bra. "Did you wanna take a picture? Maybe keep a Polaroid in your wallet of them?"
Steve coughed, "Being a smart ass must run in your family." He lifted your arm and you couldn't help but wince. "It doesn't look broken, just a little swollen."
"There's ibuprofen in my pack."
"That's smart. I don't know why I never thought of that," he countered.
Steve grabbed your bag, pulling out your water flask and digging around until he pulled out a small, thin white pack. You shook your head, "That's my birth control, try again."
Though the lighting was dark you could see Steve's cheeks turning slightly pink. "Didn't think that was an emergency pack type of medicine."
"I take it everyday, that's my every day bag," you explained. You took the bottle and water from him, tossing back three pills.
He packed them neatly back in your bag. You pulled your shirt back over your head, deciding to leave the sweater off because it actually felt kind of nice in the church. "I'll take the first watch if you want to get some sleep."
You looked at Steve who was going to sit on the altar stairs. You shook your head; sleep never came easy to you, not even on a regular night and you knew there was no chance of it now. "No way I'm going to be able to fall asleep. No sheep in here to count. You can rest though."
He shrugged, looking as if he may take the offer. You went to sit on the altar steps as well, a few feet apart from Steve. You leaned against what you thought was maybe some sort of prayer bench where there a bunch of unlit candles. Steve used his bag as a pillow and you sat your gun beside you so you grab it immediately if needed.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking up at the ceiling. The pain in your arm was barely a dull throb now. "Why do you hate me?" You hadn't mean to ask the question but it had fallen from your lips like words were something you could just drop.
"What? Why do you think I hate you?" Steve turned to face you. His hair was wild since he had taken off the hat he had been wearing. You hated to think it but Steve Harrington was cute. You knew in the deepest parts of your soul that was one of the many reasons he had pissed you off so bad. He was just so goddamn pretty. His fluffy hair, long lashes that looked better than yours on any day, his puffy lips and the way his eyes just sparkled. It was unnatural and it made you so angry that you weren't immune to it.
"Because, I heard you one day. You were talking to Jonathan. He asked about me and you said that I was aggravating and annoying." You had remembered when you heard him say that Jonathan. All of you had been getting ready for a crawl the two of them were chit chatting in the studio. You thought it should hurt your feelings but more than anything it just made you mad. You and Steve avoided each other for the most part so you don't know why he thought those things about you. How could he form an opinion on you when he barely knew you?
"Why were you eavesdropping?" he was deflecting and you could feel yourself getting irritated.
"We all work in the same building, do we not? Did you think that no one but you and Jonathan were there? Because I don't think you thought that."
"I didn't say that's what I was thinking. I just didn't think anyone would be listening."
"Hmm," you rolled your eyes. "You know, I don't remember doing anything to piss you off so I'm not sure why I'm so awful for you to be around."
Steve laughed, the tone of it was cruel like maybe you were clueless or something. "It's not anything you did. It's just who you are. It's like… No matter where I go, you're there."
"We have the same friends. Your best friends with my brother. Not to mention we fight monsters and that's not something you can just go around telling people so our circles are pretty small." Even though you had been the one to bring the topic up to Steve you didn't like his answer. It was your fault for pushing, though. You should have just let him sleep.
"Yes! That's the problem," Steve sat up, doing so closed a large portion of the distance between the two of you. "If I go to work, you're there. If we're doing a crawl, you're there. If I want to see my friends, you're there. You are driving me crazy. You think you're so smart and better than me-"
You cut Steve off, feeling hurt for the first time since acknowledging he didn't like you. "I don't think I'm better than you." Your voice was soft. "Steve I'm always there because I have no where else to go. That's what I'm telling you. We have the same friends. Our lives are intertwined, I can't just disappear."
"No," Steve shook his head quickly. "That's not what I want. That's not even what I meant. It's…" He paused, blowing out a breath. "You drive me crazy. Don't you get it? You're aggravating and annoying because I feel absolutely mad. You're always there. I'm always there too and it's like you don't notice. Like you don't care. The way you seem to plague my thoughts and I don't even take up a fraction of yours."
You tilted your head, your lips trying to form words but your brain incapable of saying any. Finally you said, "Oh. Oh. That's… That's not what I thought. I didn't think you even noticed me."
Steve groaned your name, running a hand down his face, muffling his laugh. "For you to be so smart you're clueless. I beat up your boyfriend."
"Ex boyfriend but yeah, that's because Dustin told you to."
Steve shook his head, "Nope. It's because I hate him and he deserved it. Not only that I thought that maybe you'd finally get it."
You blinked, staring at Steve in disbelief. All this time you spent with pent up rage because of how perfect and beautiful he was.. You knew what it was for you but you hadn't conceived that he could feel the same about you. Steve Harrington, all muscles and pretty… You were not his type with your full figure and brash personality. Not that you weren't hot because you were. You had a full chest, an ample ass and your face wasn't so bad either. It's just, Steve Harrington had typically dated thinner girls. Not that that mattered, you thought all girls were pretty but you knew how boys and men thought.
Steve scooted closer to you, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Say you don't feel the same."
You shook your head, once again unable to say much of anything. You did feel the same. You shook your head again and Steve descended on you. He was holding your face in his hands as he kissed you. It was gentle at first, new and curious.
Kissing had never felt like this for you before. You kissed him back, your brain unable to process what was happening. All you knew was it felt right, and it was what you had been waiting for. You felt yourself melting in his hands.
How had the two of you just went from arguing to lip locked and on a church alter of all places? Steve pulled away, he pressed his lips against your neck. "You know," you said a bit breathless, "You drive me crazy too. Your stupid eyelashes and lips. You're such a pretty boy," you said and Steve pulled away from you just a few inches to look at you. His lips were slightly swollen from kissing you and you rolled your eyes. You pulled him back by his jacket and kissed him hard.
Steve pressed himself against you, your body laying back on the steps. All you knew in that moment is that you wanted him bad. Right here, in the upside down, scary particles wafting through the air and all. You spread your legs so he could sink between them, getting closer to you. The clothes that the two of you were still wearing felt like an evil barrier.
Steve tugged at your shirt and you helped pull it off. In that moment you were thankful for the pain meds because your arm didn't even hurt. Steve kissed your neck again while you unclasped your bra. He didn't even try to hold back the groan when your chest was on display for him. Your tits were big, it was something you did really enjoy. You enjoyed it even more watching Steve cup them in his hands, or at least try to. "Good fucking god," he said.
"Should you be praying to me in the middle of a church, Harrington?" You were aiming for confident or maybe witty but your resolve crumbled when Steve licked at your nipple. You closed your eyes. The whole body bliss that came with stomach butterflies consumed you. You could feel yourself getting wet and the jeans were making your miserable.
You looked down at Steve as he sucked and licked at your nipples, your breaths were shaky and you could feel Steve's cock straining against his jeans on your thigh. Oh god, he was big. He didn't have to take his pants off for you to see that. Steve pulled his jacket off, yanking his shirt off in one quick motion, kissing down your stomach.
He unbuttoned your jeans but you stopped him, "We are doing this my way."
Steve had no objections as you turned around, pushing him down against the altar. You unzipped his jeans, tugging them off of him just after he kicked his boots off. His boxes weren't doing much to hide his erection or the wet spot that the precum was making. You stroked him gently through the cloth, watching his head roll back. You'd be lying if you hadn't thought of this moment. You often fantasized about being the one to get Steve off. You wanted to know if he whimpered the way you thought pretty boys should. You kissed the middle of his chest, kissing his stomach where there were scars from the demobats. You didn't a second to kiss all the scars you could see, thankful that he hadn't actually died.
You pulled his boxers down, his cock bouncing up and hitting your cheek. Your eyes looked up, finding his and he stared down you, his lips slightly parted. You didn't break the eye contact as you took him into your mouth completely, shoving him right against the back of your throat. "Oh fuck, oh god," he groaned, blinking tightly. You bobbed your head, starting slow, relishing the way his hips jerked when you swirled your tongue around the head of his pink cock.
You brought one hand up, pumping him while you worked him in your mouth. Steve was veiny and you loved how he felt in your mouth and in your hands. A line of words stumbled from him, you were sure your name was mixed in there with all the 'fucks' and 'pleases'. You were enjoying yourself. You liked that you were able to make him squirm. You pushed him to the back of your throat again, groaning against him so he could feel the vibrations in your throat. That was the ticket, he whimpered and you grinned with his dick in your mouth, repeating this move.
You looked up at him and could see his eyes were becoming heavy. You couldn't let him cum yet. You let his cock pop out of your mouth, making a lewd noise as you sucked on him until he was out of your mouth. You stood, pushing your jeans down your hips, tossing them to the side. Steve looked up at you, "You're like an angel," he said which was cheesy considering your location.
You rolled your eyes, sinking to your knees but this time straddling him. You used one hand to take his cock and slide it between your folds. You were soaking wet and used his cock to gather it and rub it around naturally lubricating you, moaning when his dick brushed against your clit. You placed him at your entrance, sliding down slowly on him. He was big, it was more of a challenge now as he stretched your walls out but it was a welcomed discomfort. You moaned, placing your hands on Steve's abdomen as you sank down completely now.
"Fuck," Steve hissed as you moved your hips forward. Your pace was slow because the feeling of him was new and fuck it was so good. Your hips bucked as your slid back up before slamming down quickly. Both of you whimpered this time and you did it again, letting yourself move faster and faster.
Steve reached around, cupping your ass and slamming you down on him. You moved one hand between your legs, rubbing at your clit. The feeling of him inside you and the friction you were giving yourself made you scream in pleasure. Your hips jerked and you fluttered around Steve, he moaned, grabbing your hips. He let one hand come up and cup one of your breasts, "You are so fucking beautiful," he said.
You threw your head back, your hair cascading down your back. You were moving wildly now and you knew Steve was watching the way your tits bounced as you moved on top of him. "God, Steve," you cried out. "Your dick, oh my god," you tried to tell him something else but your words were a jumbled mess. You moved up and down, Steve's thumb applying pressure to your clit. You whined, refusing to slow down but knowing you were about to fall over that precipice a second time. Cumming twice wasn't something that happened to you when having sex so the feeling of this building again was making you hypersensitive.
Steve moved his thumb in a circle, applying a hard pressure that made you shut your eyes, vision speckling with white. His cock was hitting a place inside of you that made feel like you may actually combust on top of him with his dick buried in you.
You looked down at Steve who was staring up at you in awe. He looked absolutely mesmerized and it made you want to please him even more but you weren't sure of anything. You were losing the part of your brain that helped you form critical thoughts. All you knew that you were about to cum but it felt… different. Your body went rigid, your spine going completely straight. You couldn't stop your legs and hips from jerking, you pushed yourself off Steve, his cock falling against his stomach as you gushed everywhere. You couldn't help the scream that escaped you and Steve moaned, grabbing you and throwing you back down on the steps. This time he was behind you on his knees, he squeezed your ass, murmuring something about forgiveness and confessions. "Your ass, god, everything about you," he shook his head, his cock pushing back inside of you. .
You cried out, pushing yourself back against him. He pumped in and out of you, his hands coming around to cup your chest as he slammed into you. "You're perfect," he said, your walls still contracting and fluttering around him from what had just happened. It wasn't long before he was pulling out of you, hot liquid soaking your ass.
For a moment the two of you sat there, breaths coming in pants but then Steve wiped you off. He turned you around, looking into your eyes before he helped you get dress. He put his clothes back on as well and looked over the church. "I'm glad that if my beamer had to die this is what it was for."
You laughed, shaking your head. "If you had just told me how annoying I was to my face this could have happened a lot sooner."
Steve captured your chin between his thumb and finger before he kissed you. "I'll keep that in mind next time you're pissing me off."
Steve went to a level spot of the floor where there my no stairs. "Come on, let's down here. We'll wait for our rescue here."
You eyed him wearily but joined him all the same. At least being stranded with Steve hadn't been so bad.
this fic is for @punkrockmlchael for our group fic exchange!
summary: reader and eddie were high school friends/sweet hearts. she flees to new york after school is over while eddie goes on with corroded coffin to rise up the charts. they eventually have an encounter when corroded coffin shows up for a charity bake sale event.
word count: 4,290
cw: mostly fluff! angst, mention of de!d mom, hinting readers mom was abus1ve, kissing, cursing
When you had opened your bakery three years ago New York had been the obvious choice. It had been the city you had escaped to nearly ten years ago after graduating from the Hellscape Hawkins High had been. Why make a home somewhere else? You had made it to the big city and saved every penny until you were able to rent a place near enough Times Square to get some decent foot traffic.
What you hadn't expected was to take off the way you did. Within three years your bakery had become the top of the chain in a line long of them. Such success had let you devote yourself to another passion of yours, charity. As your business expanded so did your reach. Within the second year of being opened you had hosted your very first live 'Drums and Rolls' An event in which MTV came, camera crew in tow, with a band or artist of their choice. The artists would come and bake along with your crew, testing their skills while a group of crew members accepted phone calls, like a telethon, taking donations while people watched their favorite musicians from home. The band would pick their charity of choice and after all the baking was done the food would go to the store front to be sold so the local fans had a chance to buy what the band had baked up.
Today was your fifth Drum and Rolls event and you were excited. You weren't too sure who the band was, you usually zoned out during the conference calls with the TV company. But, they had picked one of your favorite charities that helped with teenage runaways. That was something that was important to you since you had been one yourself before getting wrangled up and sent back to Hawkins to finish school.
You had wore your light blue apron today, your favorite color which always meant the day would be a good one. "Good morning! How are you today?" The question came from Cody, your coworker and really your life line. He was directly under you and without him you would have probably lost your mind.
"Good! Did you remember the coffee?"
He rolled his eyes, "Coffee, cups, creamer yeah yeah, I got it all. The band is supposed to be here soon, Marshall said he needs to see you."
Marshall was the MTV executive who ran the whole segment so you had gotten to know him quite well. You weaved around through the kitchen, making your way to where a group of crew with headsets were huddled up.
"Good morning! There's my girl," Marshall swooped in, clasping your hand. You kissed his cheek and he hugged your neck. "Did you come in through the back?" He asked, his bottom lip now between his teeth.
"Yes?"
"So you haven't seen the line already forming at the entrance to the shop? It's huge. I should warn you this is probably the biggest band yet. Well, maybe not biggest but they're very popular right now. Just came off a world tour opening for Metallica and well, the lead singer is hot so you know how people climb the charts. We've got a line already a mile long it seems so just keep your cool and we'll try and get this done as quick as possible. I want Eddie, the singer, working with you. He's going to be our main focus."
"What about the other members? Do they not matter?" You didn't like bands like that, Eddie was probably cocky and didn't mind having all the attention, most singers were.
"No, they do, it's just what people want to see. He's gonna be our money maker. We have a goal of raising fifty thousand this go so we have to do what's necessary. Anyways, oh here they come, places everyone!" Marshall hurried away and you sighed.
You plastered on a smile, walking towards the middle of the room, making sure your apron was tied on tightly, the production lights flickered on, blinding you momentarily. Benny, the host of the show, joined you in the middle, a small smile across her face. "Hello everyone at home! We are so glad to be back with Drum and Rolls! Today we are joined by our resident head chef!" After she announced your name there was a round of applause but she started again, "You know how this goes. You guys asked and we listened. Our very special guest today is Corroded Coffin!"
This time you joined in on the clapping as a group of four people joined you in your kitchen. The light impaired your vision making it seem like you were seeing a ghost. No, you definitely were seeing a ghost.
Marshall had said Eddie's name but Eddie was an awfully common name, was it not? A million Eddie's in the world there was no way this could be Eddie Munson. But it was, and they had told you that too. Corroded Coffin, that had been their band name in school so this wasn't a surprise. How could you just forget your history? Every memory seemed to come flooding back. Everything you had tried so hard to suppress and forget was now bursting at the gates of your mind.
Every moment you had spent crammed in Gareth's garage. The joints you and Jeff had rolled hiding in the girls locker room when it was empty. You and Doug hid in the library during gym class. Then there was everything with Eddie. Late nights at the quarry, laughing in the back of the van, his hand under your shirt, legs tangled up in the trailer.
Your could feel your cheeks turning pink as you stared at him, Gareth, Doug and Jeff behind him slack jawed. "Eddie," you breathed. This wasn't the proper greeting, you were supposed to say hello, introduce yourself but right now your brain was lagging, your lips moving but no sound coming out.
Eddie's eyes were bright, like he knew some secret you didn't. "Surprise," he whispered, sticking out his hand for you to shake. You shook hands with everyone but when you got to Doug he wrapped you in a tight hug.
"I didn't know this was happening," he assured you by whispering in your ear.
You gripped his shoulder tightly, kissing his cheek. Doug had been the person you were closest to after Eddie. It had actually been Doug you had tried to run away with your freshmen year. "It's so good to see," you whispered.
"Cut!" Someone called, the studio was going to commercial and you turned, Eddie staring at you with his hands in his pocket. Even though it had been ten years it was like nothing at all had changed. His posture ever careless just as before.
"Didn't think you could hide forever did you?"
You frowned, "I wasn't hiding. I just-" you started but he didn't let you finish.
"Escaped? Got the hell out of dodge? I know, but damn, you could have sent a postcard." He looked around the room, everyone was staring at the two of you.
"You know each other?" Marshall asked.
"We do, from high school," Eddie grinned. "Very well."
You rolled your eyes, your throat bobbed and you stepped toward your station. Eddie followed while the rest of the guys paired off with your other employees. "Do you know how hard it was to find you? Did you even try to find me?" He asked.
You set your mixing bowls. a feeling of shame flooding you. The truthful answer was no, maybe not completely but still, no. "I… It was tough. Moving out here, I worked three jobs when I first got here. I spent seven years saving to open this place and it was just hard. I hardly had any time for anything. I never went back home, nor did I even write Wanda."
"Yeah, well, Wanda was a bitch." You didn't like your mother but hearing Eddie be so blunt made you flinch. "But not me, not us," he motioned to the guys behind us. "We loved you, you just… You never came back. Never let us know if you were okay. I thought for sure you'd go home for Wanda's funeral but-"
You looked at him, your body feeling cold. "Sh-she's dead?"
Eddie stared at you, his face dropping into a frown, "You didn't know?"
Before you could get a response out Marshall was back in front of the kitchen and the lights were at full brightness again. "Ready, and we're back."
You plastered on a smile and tried very hard to ignore the way your lips were twitching, trying hard to smooth into a thin line. You felt a funny buzzing in your head. You had always told yourself that when this moment came you'd never shed a tear. But, really, no one had thought to contact you? Not a single letter or hell even a postcard? Wanda was dead. Who cares? She had been mean as a rattlesnake, the reason you had run away time and time again.
"Alright! Now, let's get cooking!" Benny flashed her straight white teeth and camera crew swarmed. Eddie stepped in closer to you, the gesture feeling so natural like it had all those years ago. Twin flames from moons ago. You managed to get your voice out, explaining to Eddie the importance of measuring each ingredient carefully on the scales you had in front of you. Eddie nodded like he was absorbing all this info but the two of you had done this dance before.
This reminded you of the night the two of you stood in Eddie's kitchen in the trailer, flour on your forehead from pushing your bangs out of your eyes. It was Uncle Wayne's birthday and Eddie had begged you to come over and bake him something special. You remember thinking it was funny that he felt the need to beg you when he only had to ask. He could have asked you for the moon and you would have found a way to drag it to the Earth.
Eddie was carefully adding a cup of flour to the mixing bowl but his eyes were on the scale, making sure not to go over the number written on the recipe that was posted on our work station. "Different song, same dance?" He asked with a grin.
Your lip twitched but you smiled, "Something like that, Munson. Now, this next," you moved another ingredient toward him and the two of you fell into a familiar rhythm.
After everyone was done baking and every single item down the last cupcake had been sold, the TV crew left and your coworkers had left. It was now just the band and you. It had been a day you could have never expected. Nearly sixty-five thousand dollars was raised and it left you feeling accomplished. The phones had rang off the hook taking in donation after donation. It was a dream. The feeling was completely euphoric even if now it was just you and the guys which made you slightly nervous because you were sure they had to be mad at you.
You had purchased an espresso machine for your crew the year before as a treat so you made everyone a coffee. You had never thought you'd see your old friends gathered around a table in the back of your bakery but, here you were. Doug sat, cup held carefully in his hands as his eyes roamed the room. It was rather spacious for a break room but you had splurged when leasing the building and wanted everyone that worked here to have a comfortable place to relax on their lunch.
There were posters and photos on the wall. Most employees hung up a photo for themselves. There were pictures of dogs, cats, kids, siblings, just anything that made them happy to look at when they stepped in here. You had posted your own photo too. One of you, the guys and Ronnie Ecker, one of the old members of Corroded Coffin. She had left when she went away for school and since you left too, well, you hadn't heard from her since.
"That was Ronnie's worst haircut," Jeff said, standing up to step closer to the photo.
"It was. All because Carol put that gum in her hair. I wonder if she's still mean," you sighed, sitting down the cup stealing a glance at Eddie who was staring at you.
Though it had been ten years it felt like nothing had changed. The conversation felt easy, nostalgic and the way Eddie was looking at you still made your heart flutter. He had always been able to make you feel that way.
Gareth stood, tossing his paper cup in the trash. He swooped down to hug your neck, "I think we should be heading back, don't you?" his glare fixed on Doug and Jeff who looked between you and Eddie then nodded their agreement.
You stood up to hug them all properly, giving them a parting kiss on the cheek. Eddie stood up and followed you to the door so you can lock it behind them. After they left you turned, Eddie was propped against the counter, his eyes sad. "I'm sorry about Wanda, I had no idea you didn't know."
You shook your head, not really feeling much about it. "You know how things were. I never even told her New York was where I was headed."
"You didn't tell any of us. You just ran."
"I didn't think you'd care after it was all said and done. You were headed for stardom, remember? The agent, the record deal, everything you guys were going to do… I just didn't want to get in the way. Besides, we always talked about starting over at a completely new place, new names…"
"Yeah, together. Never running away from each other. It just… Look, I know why you did it. I wish you would have tried reaching out. For ten years I've been holding out for you."
Your heart skipped a beat. What did he mean by that? He had been looking for you or he had really been waiting on you. You frowned, "I'm sorry, Eddie. I was working so much and I thought… I thought you wouldn't want to see me again I left the way I did."
"You should have known better than that." Eddie reached for your hand and you let him. You forgot to breathe. Was it really this easy? Did the years apart not matter to him? They sure as hell didn't to you; you knew the very first day you met Eddie that he was your soul mate. It had been so stupid for you to leave him behind. Yes you needed to escape but it was never him you were supposed to run from.
You fell against his chest, his arms hugging tightly around you. "Where are you staying?" He asked.
"I have an apartment on thirty ninth street. Do you still live in Hawkins?" The question was one you thought you knew the answer to. Of course not, he moved to Los Angeles just like he had always talked about. If you wanted to make it make it big you had to live California. That's what he had always said.
Eddie shook his head, his arms still holding you against him. His chin was now rested atop your head and the gesture was so comforting you were scared for a moment you might cry. "I bought an apartment about two years ago."
"In LA?"
"Funnily enough, no. I'm in the Flat Iron District, fifth avenue close to twenty-second street."
You whipped your head so fast you knocked Eddie's chin, even though he laughed he rubbed his jaw. "What? Here? You always talked about Los Angeles, I never thought… Why here?"
"Well, we recently switched labels and now we use Electric Lady Studios so it's easier for us to live here. I knew you'd never end up in LA, so I figured we'd take the deal out here and maybe one day our paths would cross."
"How'd you figure out I was here?" Asking the question felt weird, it wasn't like you were hiding but there was still guilt all the same. Even though you had thought about him every single day you had may no attempt to reach out. Shame was a thing like hot liquid coursing through your body. "I'm sorry," you whispered.
"Don't ever apologize. It just means we have a lot to catch up on. I was going in for a meeting with the new label and they had a TV on in the waiting area. It was the last charity event you did. I got on the phone with our agent and told her we needed to be the next band on so she needed to get in touch with MTV and well, here we are."
"Oh Munson, always finding a way to get everything you want."
"I have been denied my greatest desire for years… A man deserves to be a little selfish." Your heart beat quickened, he had pulled you against him once again. "I think we should walk home, little bird. To yours or mine, doesn't matter. But we have a few years to catch up on so forgive me if I'm against wasting time."
You nodded, pulling away to untie your apron and hang it in the break room. You could bring it home for washing a different day. For now you had to go. Grabbing your bag, you locked the front door behind you, following Eddie down the street. He threw his arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked together. You went first, filling him on what it took for you to make in the city that never slept. All your years working two and three jobs. The saving up you had to do lease the bakery and your upscale apartment. All the friends you had made- mostly coworkers, and just everything in general.
Eddie told you all about being signed, about living in California for a short period of time before finding out their label was laundering money. Their contract had been up and they had already been climbing the charts so the amount of bids they had received had been outrageous. "The good thing about being popular is you can pretty much make your own choices. We were able to strike a deal out here and also ask for the things we wanted. Pay, royalties, ownership over our stuff, basically anything we want. I'd be lying if I said they didn't also pay for our apartments. Well, most of it. Closing costs and such."
As you approached Eddie's home you felt yourself growing nervous, what would happen? Did he mean it when he said he had waited all this time for you? "Any famous lovers?"
"Nothing serious. I won't lie and say I didn't get around some but never anything serious." The two of you stopped in front of Eddie's apartment. He reached a hand over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You could feel your cheeks turning pink which made Eddie grin. "I meant it when I said I was waiting for you. I knew you were it for me the moment we met. That north star I'd always follow. My home if you will. Ten years is nothing when I want forever."
You stared up at him, did the years really just disappear like that? Was it ridiculous to hope so? Neither of you were the same people you were in high school that was true but you did have time to get to know each other again. But, then again, could you ever really unlearn someone when you were intertwined at the soul?
Eddie pressed a button on a keypad and after a moment there was buzzing noise then a quick- click. He pushed the door open, holding it for you. The two of you stayed silent as you took the elevator up to the tenth floor but it felt as if your body was buzzing. The moment the door was open Eddie had you in his arms, pulled flush against him. He stared at you for a long moment before his hand came up, thumb brushing against your lips. "Can I kiss you?"
You nodded, your breath hitching as he leaned in, lips pressing softly against yours. It was a sweet kiss, it reminded you of your early days with him. Your very first kiss had been clumsy, neither of you had experience so it was lips gnashing and teeth hitting. You both had pulled away with a nervous laugh before trying again. Somewhere along the way you both had gotten the hang of it and they had turned to sweet, soft kisses like his was giving you now.
Eddie slowly backed you against the wall, his lips making a trail from your mouth to your cheek, down your neck. "I've dreamed of you every night."
"Such a romantic," you giggled, tilting your head to give him better access to your throat.
"Don't you dare say it hasn't been the same for you. I can feel your pulse," he bit the spot he mentioned, your throat and heart betraying you as it sped up.
You swatted at him with no real fight and he smiled. He grabbed your hand, pulling you toward the couch. Eddie's apartment was huge, nothing like your smaller studio. The living room was a deep blue color with a full set of burgundy couches and chairs. He sat down, pulling you into his lap. "Marshall told me you toured with Metallica, how was that?"
Eddie let out a dramatic whoosh of air. "Incredible. They really are one of the greatest bands of all time and they're so fucking good. You wouldn't believe how great they are live. Crazy. "
You smiled. You felt so happy for him. He was living out his dreams and excelling more than you knew he ever thought. Sure he dreamed big but he had doubts. Doubts he had shared with you anytime they were bothering him. You always knew he had it in him though and here he was; how incredible. You had always made sure to tell him that. The sky really wasn't even a limit for Eddie Munson. "You deserve this. I'm so happy for you and I'm sorry I wasn't around to tell you sooner."
Eddie's cheeks flushed and he nodded, reaching for a can of Tab on the table that had been there when you had arrived. He took a drink and sighed. "How's Uncle Wayne?" you asked.
This was the tricky part. There had actually been one person you contacted, only one. It was Wayne. Every year on his birthday you sent a small box to his trailer with a coffee mug from a new place you had visited in New York. Along with the coffee mug was a postcard updating him on your journey here. Your mother may have been a piece of shit but Wayne Munson was everything to you. The father you never had. Hell, a better mother too. He would always write back, telling you how proud he was and how he would keep your secret. He was a man of few words so there was never any bragging about Eddie. Just the same thing every year. 'Proud of you kid, won't tell anyone. Thanks for the mug. Be safe. Love ya.'
Maybe that was how Eddie knew he'd find you here, all the NYC mugs.
"He's good. I finally got him to retire. He refuses to leave Forest Hills though, no matter what house I offer him."
"Did you try to get him to move here?"
"Of course, he said New York isn't the type of place he'd like. Too loud. You know how he is."
"Damn, even with all the good mugs I sent him? I figured that alone would be enough to get him out here."
"What?"
You raised a brow, what did he mean 'What?' "All the mugs? The ones I sent on his birthday? They were all sourced here, I mean various places throughout the city but-"
Eddie cut you off with a laugh that sounded like he understood a joke long after a party was over. He laid his head against yours, "That son of a bitch. I tried to pry that info out of him for years! I was constantly asking who his secret admirer was he would just shake his head and say an old friend. I thought once that maybe it was you but he just shook the idea off."
You smiled sheepishly, Uncle Wayne had kept your secret. "It was me. Surprise."
Eddie laughed again, leaning in to kiss you. You smiled against his lips, letting yourself melt against him. "I missed you," you confessed in a whisper.
"I know," he said. It wasn't smug but rather an understanding tone. "Will you stay? Tonight?"
You nodded, not in a hurry to go anywhere. This was exactly where you wanted to be. It was silly you ignored it for so long. You should have just told Eddie your plan. All the years you had lost because of your stubbornness. "Don't think about it. None of it matters now." He soothed as if he could read your mind.
"I know," you tried to keep the tears back but gods, he was so good. Just as he always been. So understanding and patient. You were so grateful for that grace now. "We have forever, right? What's ten years?"
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