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[panickinganakin]

welcome home, sunshine!

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."

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Thunderbolts dir. Jake Schreier | 2025

[panickinganakin]

penny for your thoughts

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.

[panickinganakin]

drum rolls!

fem!reader x eddie munson

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?"

"Exactly," he grinned, kissing you again.

[panickinganakin]

writing ruth and steve’s breakup scene and oh god this is destroying me and my pinterest ahahahahah

[wintrydahlia]

you can't force the stars to align, when they've already died

[floraandthorns]

the hunt (steddie x reader)

pairing : steddie x reader

cw: threesome, a lot of smut, oral, p in v, p in a, p on both holes, idk its full of smut, slight knife play, being chased down, sort of dub con in a way?

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY!!!!

word count: 3,493

Rip. "Fuck," you growled, hand reaching out to grab your dress just after the loud noise broke the silence. You had worked so hard to make absolutely no noise. You were trying hard to be undetectable. It was Halloween, your absolute favorite holiday and your boyfriend, Eddie, had informed you that there would be a hunt tonight. 

The rules of the hunt were simple. 

Run, hide, stay quiet and do not caught. Once you were caught, well, that's when the punishment came. Of course it wasn't punishment, not really. It was actually the fucking of a life time. One you were always eager to have. Eddie had a thing for slasher flicks so he enjoyed playing out this scenario. 

You had dressed as a maiden which in the moment had seemed like a good costume idea but here were, miles into the woods out past Lovers Lake with a gaping slit exposing your right thigh all the way to your stomach. 

You held your breath, listening closely, would he had been able to hear that? It was dead silent which was a good sign. You were just able to step away from the tree you had been leaned up against when you heard it. The sound of a twig snapping. 

Your eyes darted around, which direction had that come from? You couldn't be too sure. You took a careful step towards your right. You knew for a fact there was an abandoned barn a little further north. How may times had you spent in the busted up hayloft under and on top of Eddie? But he knew that place as well as you and he would think it was just the kind of place you'd run and hide. You had to be smarter than him. Maybe the safest spot would be the unexpected, back towards the lake. 

Crack. Another snapped branch. He was being awful reckless tonight. Usually he was so quiet you couldn't even detect him until he was in your line of vision. Maybe he was eager to get this over with and get under you. The thought alone made your stomach flutter and the heat between your legs spark. 

Taking a few more steps to look around you decided to run. As you made a break for it you could feel your dress fly behind you where it was ripped. Your whole lower half of body and hips were exposed to the cool night air. A figure stepped out in front of you causing you to slide to halt. You grinned, you had him now. But, this wasn't Eddie. You stumbled, taking a careful step back. This man, unable to be identified because of the long white mask he wore, was a good two inches shorter than Eddie. His shoulders were fuller and he looked strong. This wasn't Eddie, this was some stranger. He took a step forward and you another back.

It was a slow game that was terrifying you. For the first time during the hunt you were actually scared. Someone you didn't know was out here. Had he heard or seen you snooping around the lake and decided to follow you in? He took another step forward and you back. Your back pushed against something hard and unmoving. A hand came to cover your mouth. 

Something metal and cold touched your neck, "Don't make a sound, princess. Remember the rules." 

Relief flushed through you. This was Eddie. But… If it was Eddie behind you; who was in front of you? Had Eddie invited another person? Was he intending to share you? The very thought had you clenching your legs together. You wanted so very badly to be used. If Eddie wasn't threatened by this person that meant he was here because he was asked to be. 

Eddie tsked, using his free hand to push your thighs back apart. "There will be none of that. You hadn't earned a damn thing yet." 

The metal blade pressed against your neck, you knew Eddie would never do it hard enough to hurt you but the thrill that went through body had you whimpering. 

The anonymous man stepped toward you, his gloved reaching out to stroke your cheek before he stuff his thumb in your mouth. You gazed at the eyes of the mask, wondering if he could see well enough through it to note your eye contact. You sucked, the taste of leather making you wet. 

Eddie had brought the idea up to you a few times about bringing someone else in for the fun. He had never mentioned it would be during the hunt but you liked the idea of two hunters. He had asked nearly a month ago for you consent. When you had questioned who it would be he had said, "Someone I trust. Someone I know will fuck you good, just the way you deserve. You are my greatest joy in this life and I would never bring you someone unworthy." 

The man removed his thumb, reaching out to lift you in one smooth motion. He threw you over his shoulder and you halfheartedly beat your fist against his back. "Let me down!" 

"Uh-huh princess. Don't be naughty. We've caught you. It's time for you to give in." 

You couldn't see Eddie since he was walking in front of whoever this fridge of a man was. But all the same, a chill ran down your body. You could feel the cool night wind wrapping around your exposed skin. Someone's hands, Eddie's you assumed since the man was holding you tightly, reached up and ripped your dress further. With very little protest from you, he wrestled it off you, letting it fall to the forest floor. You had been wearing a lavender lacy thong but had opted for no bra since it wasn't that type of dress. Your tits pressed against the cool silk of the man's outfit and your nipples pebbled instantly. 

"Put her down, let's get a look at her." Eddie instructed. 

The stranger did as he was told and you couldn't help but wonder why he wasn't saying anything. Was it to keep his identity from you? Did he plan to reveal himself at any point tonight?

You shivered, the wind feeling icy on your breasts. You started to wrap your arms around yourself for warmth but the masked man reached out a hand to stop you. You stood in front him, chest exposed. "Take off your underwear," Eddie's voice commanded. 

You slid your panties to the ground, knowing that you wouldn't get them back after tonight which was a shame because they were your favorite pair. You could feel both sets of eyes on you and the feeling was setting you on fire. You knew now that if you let your hand dip between your legs you would already be soaking wet and you knew that Eddie himself was aware of the fact as well.

The man picked you up once more, throwing you back over his shoulder. Eddie was leading him to the barn. 

It wasn't too far of a walk and you were thankful it didn't take very long to get there. You weren't sure how much longer you could wait. "Put her here," Eddie was giving the man instructions but since you were facing away you couldn't see exactly what was happening. As you were put on your feet you could see a rope dangling above you that had soft cuffs at the end. There was not a lot of length between the two cuffs, it looked as if Eddie had knotted it up so your hands would be fastened together. 

"Arms up, baby doll," he grinned, his own mask now discarded to the floor. You lifted your arms and Eddie crossed your wrists before fastening the restraints. "Is that okay? Too tight?" 

You shook your head, suppressing a smile. Even when he was being dominant he always made sure you were okay. "Good, legs apart." 

You planted your feet shoulder width apart and Eddie circled behind you, the man following him. "Bend over." 

It was awkward with your hands restrained above your head but you did the best he could. "So fucking wet already. God you are such a slut," Eddie chided, walking back in front of you. "Stay still." 

You raised a brow but knew better to question the orders he was giving you. Suddenly there something rubbing between your pussy. It took you a moment to realize it was the leather of the man's gloves. You whined as he nudged your entrance, getting his finger wet before spreading it around and rubbing your clit. "So fucking pretty," he said. It was the first time he spoke and the sentence made you gasp. You knew that voice, it was Steve Harrington. How mamy times had you heard him during high school? Or on late nights when the world had went to shit and a large group of you gathered at WSQK? No wonder he hadn't talked, it was so obvious. How did Eddie get him involved? You had always thought Steve was a hunk and god now the both of them, you shuddered at the thought. 

A gloved finger slid inside of you without warning, making your back arch. It was the most foreign sensation but you liked it. A whimper escaped your lips and Eddie bent down so you could see him grinning. "Are you excited to find out how good Stevie and can fuck you tonight?" 

You nodded quickly, not caring how eager you seemed. The leather pushed in out of you and your eyes closed from the pleasure. Just as you felt yourself wishing for more Steve had removed his finger. You whined, your eyes flicking open to see Steve coming around to the front of you. The mask was gone and so were the gloves. He and Eddie both were in silly looking robes but they were removing those too, leaving them both in boxers. 

You licked your lips not thinking much about the action but you didn't miss the way Steve's cock twitched. You weren't sure how Eddie had even brought this up to Steve but it was clear he was into it. 

Eddie watched you watch Steve and he grinned, stepping closer to Steve to pull down his boxers. You gawked at Steve, he was huge. Eddie was big enough himself but god Steve was- how were you going to do this? With the both of them? You shivered and Eddie held out his hand in front of your lips. You spit on his fingers and he brought his hand to Steve's cock, swirling his hand around the tip before pumping him a few times. Steve was fully erect now and so was Eddie, you couldn't miss the way his boxers were fighting to keep him restrained. 

Steve stepped forward, "Open your mouth," his tone was demanding but what he didn't know about you was how good you were at obeying orders. 

You opened your mouth, looking up to hold his gaze as he pushed his cock slowly into your mouth. You didn't move, you let him control the situation. It was possible he wasn't aware of Eddie's rules but you didn't dare begin until instructed. When he was pushing against your throat he groaned, not knowing you had no gag reflex. "Go ahead princess, suck Steve's dick."

You used the heels of your feet to push you forward, taking Steve as fully in your mouth as you could but leaning back to pull your mouth off him. You worked him the way Eddie liked, fast and wet. Saliva was spilling out from around your mouth but Steve looked as if he was in heaven. His eyes were half closed and his hands were holding your head now moving you as he seen fit. You enjoyed when Eddie used your mouth to fuck himself just how he wanted and the same proved for Steve. 

Eddie walked behind you and you could feel his hand cupping your ass. "Stevie," he said in a low voice. "C'mere."

Steve groaned, pulling himself out of your mouth. His cock was throbbing and you whined from the loss of him. "Look how wet you are," Steve said. One of them rubbed at your entrance but you couldn't see who was doing it. "Stand up" Eddie helped you raise up and you had to admit you were thankful because you weren't sure of how good you could get fucked like this. 

Steve and Eddie both worked to let you out of the restraints then Eddie kissed you roughly, biting your lip. You whimpered, nipping back at his lip. "Upstairs."

You followed the two of them up to the barn's loft where there was a thick pile of blankets. Eddie motioned for Steve to lay down then he took your hand, leading you over to Steve. Steve was watching the two of you in awe and it had you suddenly wondering if he had ever done anything like this before. Were threesomes something he took part in often? Had Eddie done this before you? That was a question you'd never asked but if you were being honest you really didn't care because now there was only you. 

You bent your knees like Eddie was guiding you to do. You were straddling Steve, looking down at him. His cheeks were flushed with a tinge of pink. He was a very pretty man just like Eddie but also different from Eddie. "Are you ready to feel her, Stevie?" Steve nodded, that haze of lust fogging his eyes again. His hand reached out to paw at your chest and Eddie smirked. He used one to guide Steve's dick to you, using his other on your shoulder to push you down slowly. 

You braced your hands on Steve's chest, fingers settling in a patch of his chest hair, lifting slowly off him to sink back down. You moved leisurely, Steve moaning. "You sound so pretty," you said to Steve. 

Eddie was stroking his own cock lazily, "He does, doesn't he, princess?"

You smiled, grinding your hips against Steve before speeding up. You were bouncing quickly on top of him now his hands holding your breasts as they bounced around with you. You let your head fall back, moaning loudly. He felt so good, just like Eddie did. There was nothing you loved more than feeling so full and right now you felt completely stretched. 

As you raised up off Steve you decided to turn so you were riding him in reverse. You leaned down, grinding hard against him. Eddie came over to stand in front of you, his stance spread so each of his legs were on the other side of Steve's. He gripped your cheeks in his hand, squeezing just enough to keep your mouth parted. You held his eyes but never broke your rhythm as you moved atop Steve. "So fucking gorgeous," Eddie smiled. 

He slid his cock into your mouth and you combined your movements to pleasure them both. When you would move down on Steve, taking him completely inside you, the tip of Eddie's cock would be in your mouth so you swirled your tongue around just the way you knew he loved. Then, when you raised yourself off Steve you would take Eddie back into your throat. You were gasping from the pleasure you were feeling but it was smothered around Eddie's cock. 

Steve's hands found your waist and he held you tightly, moving you up and down on him. You moaned loudly. Your brain was fuzzy from bliss. This was one of the hottest thing you had ever done and the thought of your cunt and mouth being filled by both men was enough to send your spiraling over the edge. You could feel Steve's cock jerking inside of you but you continued to ride him through his orgasm. You felt so fucking good you weren't sure you could stop. "That's it, princess. Keep going," Eddie purred, his hand reaching down to pinch one of your nipples. 

You moaned around his cock, and a sharp pain came from your ass. Steve had spanked you hard and that had done it. You couldn't fight it anymore, you were going to come and you were sure it was going to break your mind. Your hips bucked, unable to control how they moved as you fluttered and clenched around Steve. He moaned loudly, smacking your ass. 

Even though your vision was tunneling in and out, Eddie wasn't done. You were experiencing one of the most intense orgasms of your life and Eddie held your head in his hands, slamming his cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with every motion. You were whimpering, tears spilling down your cheeks. You felt so sensitive you weren't sure how much more you could take. 

Just as you thought you may nearly explode Steve started to move his hips below you. He was already hard again. Maybe tonight would be the night you died from pure pleasure. Eddie spilled into you mouth, pulling out so you could lick his cock clean. 

Steve grabbed your arm, making you turn around. He sat up, adjusting you so he was holding you and moving you up and down on him. You heard the familiar sound of a lube bottle closing behind you. A chill ran down your spine, was Eddie going to take you too? Would you have both of them in you at the same time?

You bit your bottom lip, turning your head to see Eddie pumping lube onto his dick. Steve stopped you, keeping you settled on his dick. Eddie came up behind you, rubbing the excess lube on your ass. Your eyes widened. Just the feeling him rubbing you while you were fully seated on Steve's cock made your stomach flip. "Please?" You pleaded needing the feeling of both of them. You were convinced if this didn't happen it would kill you. 

Eddie's cock rubbed gently at your ass, he pushed so slow. This was something the two of you had done before and you did enjoy it but you had never experienced double penetration. You weren't sure how this was going to be but you did know that you wanted it more than anything else in this moment. 

For a moment it hurt, you held your breath, knowing just how temporary this pain was. When he was fully inside you, you were sure you'd cum just from the feeling of having them both in you. Steve gripped your waist and began to move you up and down slowly and the feeling was akin to bliss. You were sure this was quiet literally heaven. 

A loud moan ripped from your throat and you whimpered, "Faster?" you begged. 

Steve obliged and Eddie started moving as well. "Oh my fucking god," you choked out, a sob pushing up at your throat. You wanted to feel this full of them forever. 

Steve and Eddie both moaned, kissing one another over your shoulder. You whined, a hand dipping between your thighs to rub your clit. The feeling immediately made you shudder, tears streaming down your cheeks. In a matter of moments it was all too much. You jerked, feeling yourself clench and squeeze around Steve's cock. Your body was throbbing and you were crying from the feeling. 

You brain felt liquid and you weren't sure when it happened but you were now laying on the palette, Eddie and Steve using each others hands to finish them off before Eddie laid down beside you. Steve looked at the two of you then shrugged, laying down next to you as well. Eddie was peppering kisses all over your face, "Such a good girl. You did so well." 

You hummed lazily, turning your head to catch his lips in a kiss. You turned to your side, letting your hand reach out and lay over Steve's stomach as you laid your head on his chest. 

In early hours of the morning a pink haze settled in the barn. The sun was rising and you were squished between Steve and Eddie. You body was sore but in the best way possible. You stretched out, arms folding over Eddie who must have turned in your sleep to face. Steve was still behind you, arm threw lazily over you. He sat up, looking down at you. "Good morning," he smiled. 

He stood, reaching for his costume he had been wearing the night before. He pulled it back on, grabbing the mask from the floor and tucking it under his arm. "I'll catch you later," he grinned. When he started to walk away you noticed the purple lace sticking out from the robes pockets. He must had picked up your underwear after you discarded it in the forest to keep for himself. You smiled to yourself, maybe this was the beginning new. 

[panickinganakin]

seal the deal

this fic is for @kirkwhore as a part of our secret admirer fix exchange in a discord server. hope you enjoy :))

summary: you are corroded coffin's manager and you and eddie have to take a trip to meet with a record label. all the tension and frustration you've been dealing with for months finally comes to head.

pairings: eddie x fem!reader cw: mention of scars (demo bat ones), sex, p in v, oral (f receiving mostly), mention of cum and swallowing it word count: 3.730 this fic was not really edited so i apologize for any mistakes. you can find more of my work here!

"Do you think this is a bad idea?" You had your lips pressed just under his ear when you whispered these words. 

"I think it's a bad idea we didn't do this sooner. From the moment you walked through the door," he paused to groan as your hand rubbed up and down his cock through his boxers. "Since the moment you walked into our shitty little apartment, I've wanted you." 

You grinned at his confession, rewarding him by helping push his boxers to floor and wrapping your hand around him. You had day dreamed about this moment a lot but could had never imagined the girth of the man below you. You looked down, his cock thick and pretty. Veins bulged slightly out of his pink skin and you couldn't help but lick your lips. Good fucking god he was packing. Eddie's fingers were cool against your skin as his hands ghosted your stomach before he tugged your shirt off. 

The reaction was immediate and it made you grin proudly. You hadn't been wearing a bra because your blouse of choice today didn't really require one. He stared at your chest, his eyes wide. "You… Jesus," he couldn't form a thought and you didn't need him too. Instead, your hand fisted his hair and guided his mouth to your breast. His tongue licked at you, your nipples pebbling quickly. You let out a sigh, Eddie sucked one of the buds into his mouth, his teeth grazing the soft skin. You pumped in your hand letting your pace quicken. "God damn," he groaned, grabbing you by your hips and flipping you around so you were laying on the bed. 

Eddie's hands fumbled with the tight band of your skirt and as he tugged it down, he stopped just as it was about to expose your lack of underwear, he stopped. "You do want this, right?"

"More than anything," you admitted not even caring if it made you sound pathetic. 

He grinned, tossing the skirt across the hotel room. He stopped, looking down at you. You watched as he sucked his lip between his teeth, thumb reaching down to smooth a path across the small bush that was more of a landing strip. "You are a goddess," he murmured more to himself to you but the comment made you blush. He knelt, his head settling between your thighs. He pushed your thighs apart and stared at you. 

You were aching for friction, it felt like every movement he made took hours. You needed him inside you. Either his tongue or cock, anything would do to ease the pain of need. "Eddie," you pleaded. 

Eddie's eyes flicked up to meet yours, a cocky grin plastered on his lips. "Princess?"

"Please, anything, just touch me," you whined. 

Eddie's head dipped, his fingers spreading you wide for him. He licked from your entrance all the way to your clit. You hips arched but it was Eddie who moaned, his licked and lapped at you. It went from nothing to too much too fast. Your head was spinning. "You taste so fucking delicious." Your brain was too fogged to flush. You whimpered, your hips moving quickly as your hands pulled at his hair. You shoved his face against you and he let out a wicked laugh. "You are so bad. I love it."

Eddie began to suck against your clit just as he slid two fingers into you. The noises your pussy was making as he worked the fingers inside of you were sinful and loud. You were dizzy with pleasure. "Eddie," you gasped as he shoved a third finger inside you. You could feel yourself clenching around him, he was already bringing you to a climax. Had you ever came fast? You couldn't remember if so. 

"I have to make sure you can take me," he said softly, his fingers curling inside of you.

You back came off the bed as your throat stopped a scream. You legs were shaking and your vision went white. Eddie was pushing you back down on the bed, one hand firm against your stomach. His other hand was stroking your hair as he leaned down to kiss you "Shhh, you're being so good. We aren't done yet, princess."

A small whimper slipped past your lips but you were ready. Everything so far had been pure bliss. You had always felt the pull towards the man propped above you but you hadn't realized how raw the need for him truly was. 

For the second time tonight your legs fell apart but this time it was because you did so. Laying yourself out for him was all he needed. He kissed you again, more soft and tender this time before he used his hand to guide himself to your entrance. He pushed in slowly, your brain feeling it was dissolving inside your skull. You gripped the bedsheets as he pushed in further. It was painful but it in the most intoxicating way. Once he was inside of you completely he let out a hiss of pleasure. "Fuck, you feel so sweet," he gripped your hips, pulling out half way before slamming back into you quickly. 

"Eddie, f-fuck me," you pleaded. You hated how slow he was taking this. Could he not sense the desperation you had in your voice? Did the room not feel as if it were shrinking around the two of you. The very world could collapse right now and all you would you be able to beg for was him to fuck you hard. 

He obliged you, deciding that he had kept you waiting long enough. You wrapped his arms around your back, lifting you from the bed as he leaned back. You were in a sort of slanted position now, allowing you ride him at your own pace. You started to do just that but Eddie's hands were gripping you hard as he sped you up, slamming you down on top of him. 

You let out a string of words that maybe weren't even real words. Your legs shook as you bounced on top of him, not able to remember a time when anyone you had slept with had felt so fucking good. 

"You're taking me so well, princess. Such a good fucking girl," Eddie's praise sent you over the edge. Your vision exploded as you screamed out but Eddie wouldn't let you stop. You could feel yourself fluttering around him as he kept pushing you down on him and back up. You were riding him through your orgasm and you felt so full of him. 

"Eddie," you whimpered, finally gaining some of your wits back. 

You bucked your hips, placing your hands on his chest pushing him down so he was the one laying flat. You positioned yourself so you were on top of him but facing the door. He had a full view of your ass as you sank back down on him. You could feel your own cum sliding out of you and coating him. He groaned, his hand coming down to smack your ass. 

You looked back over your shoulder as you started to move slowly. He looked stunned as he watched you. "You're so fucking beautiful," he said. 

You smiled, moving faster on him. He spanked you again, this time harder more than likely leaving a hand print behind. You didn't mind, you enjoyed it. Before long Eddie was moaning and you could feel him tightening inside of you. 

"Oh, fuck, I'm," but before he could finish you slid of him, turning and taking him into your mouth just in time for him finish. He moaned and so did you as you licked him clean, swallowing him down. You crawled back up the bed and kissed him softly. 

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he said catching his breath. 

"I think I know a little bit about it," you countered, laying down beside him. You laid your head on his chest and he laughed, wrapping an arm around you. Rumors and expectations be damned. You wanted this man and now that you had him, you wouldn't be letting go. 

[sufjon]

charlie trying to make spaghetti moodboard

[panickinganakin]

@kirkwhore

will you do me the honor of being my valentine?

[panickinganakin]

lil update but i am working on requests! i’ve got a few lined up, i didn’t flake im just working so much hahahahahah but trust they will get done!

[panickinganakin]

pushing it down and praying

summary: you are in a relationship but the only person you want is robin buckley pairings: robin buckley x reader word count: 4,390 warnings: smut! minors dni 18+!!! denying a proposal, angst sorta, mention of religious parent, oral, fingering, sc!ssoring fic was inspired by pushing it down and praying by lizzy mcalpine masterlist || have a request?

"Don't you like it?" Tommy's eyes had a hopeful gleam when he asked you this. A gnawing wave of nausea washed over you because no, you did not like it. It was just two weeks ago you had told Tommy that you had no interest in being engaged. He had brought up marriage and that was the last thing you wanted. Your plan was to get out of Hawkins and without Tommy attached to you.

It was unfair, you knew that. You had met Tommy your senior year of high school and then he had been a dick. The very sight of him infuriated you. That's how it started; a anger so fire hot you had convinced yourself it was attraction. For a while maybe it was. But it was also cowardice. You were in the color guard which meant you were a member of the band, the very band Robin Buckley was also apart of. The two of you had grown very close and there had definitely been more. Hushed whispers, fingers on bare skin, lips puffy from kissing… But then the world went to hell. Hawkins split open and though Robin had confessed her feelings for you, you couldn't do the same.

She had left for school when Hawkins' quarantine was over but you stayed behind, deciding to take the safe road- Tommy H. A year and a half into your relationship you had started realize that everything was a lie. If you were being honest you had known it from the beginning. You didn't love him, you never had and never could.

Every time he was inside of you, you played your part well. Breathy little noises, cries of pleasure and begging but it wasn't satisfying. He would roll over and go to sleep while you would sit up in bed, sheet wrapped around your body and cigarette sticking out of your lips. There was only one person you thought about on those nights.

Just two weeks ago it had been your two year anniversary with Tommy. He was kind now, not the same jerk he had been in high school. He worked with his dad a the lumber yard, making money and taking care if you. Of course you worked and helped but he was stable. He was secure and safe. He was just the type of person your Church of God mother expected you to marry. At dinner that night he had brought up marriage.

"You know, you graduate soon. Hawkins High is going to hire you no question. Steve already said he can help bag you that English job." Tommy paused to bite a piece of bloody steak, the sight of the meat making you queasy. "Your mom's gonna have that party. I was thinking that maybe we could talk about it again."

"About?" You raised an eyebrow curiously, taking a sip of your wine.

"Marriage, babe. I think it's time we got it out of the way. Everyone is always asking us when it's going to happen, might as well check that box off."

You felt bile push up your throat. Marriage wasn't just a box on a list. Maybe for some people but not to you. If you were going to get married you wanted to do right and it be the one and only time. "Oh, Tommy, I don't know. I don't think I'm ready for that sort of thing. Not to mention I do not want it to happen at my graduation party."

Tommy smiled, reaching across the table. He took your hand, his fingers were warm and that should have been comforting but shame licked up your neck. You didn't feel anything at all. It wasn't fair to him to keep doing this. He loved you, you knew that and you wanted to feel guilty but you just couldn't.

"Don't you like it?" Tommy repeated his question, breaking you from the trance of horror you were in. He was holding a ring box out to you while on one knee. The box was a black velvet and inside was a beautiful. It was a thing band with one large rectangle diamond, just the type of ring you would like had been from someone else. You glanced around the room, Steve was the only person who wasn't staring at the scene before him with adoration. You felt your cheeks burning red. Of course Steve understood, he always had. He had been there after all during all the shared glances that you and Robin shared. Had Tommy told him about this? Had he tried to talk Tommy out of it? Sure it had taken them a few years to forgive each other and become friends again but that's what they were and would a friend let a friend walk into such a trap?

The door flew open, you didn't have to look up to know who would cause a hurricane of commotion just from opening the door, "Sorry I'm late, traffic was-" Robin's voice wobbled and stopped as she entered the living room.

You looked at her then back to Tommy. This was safe, saying yes was what you were supposed to do. You knew that but even still you felt your head shaking without your permission. "No. No," you took a step back, turning on your heel. Everyone's eyes were burning a thousand tiny holes into your skin as you took off, pushing open the front door of your mother's house.

You left before the whispers could start. A set of foot steps followed you as you looked up at the sky, tears streaming down your face. "Tommy, I don't want to talk right now."

"Good thing my name isn't Tommy." You turned to see Robin, the sight of her only making you feel worse. "Let's get out of here?" she asked, holding up the keys to a car she didn't recognize.

"Do you drive now?"

"Is that an important question right now?"

You shook your head, tears falling to the ground. You followed her to a sleek black Toyota and climbed inside the passenger seat. "I can't believe you came."

"Steve told me about it. Of course your mother wouldn't think to invite me but Steve did. I… I didn't know if I should come. Truth is I'm not late because of traffic. I wasn't going to come. I left the house last minute."

You stared out the window, the trees passed by in a green blur. It was June in Hawkins, the heat was just reaching it's peak but you liked the warmth. These days the sun on your skin was one of the only things you could still feel. "Why did you come?"

"Steve said Tommy was going to propose. Granted he tried to talk him out of it but you know how stubborn he is." Robin's tone was flat like you should know exactly what she meant. You looked at her and felt the tears welling in your eyes again.

"Am I a bad person?"

"No, of course not. It's okay," Robin reached across the center console and squeezed your forearm. Her very touch sent a warmth through you that followed a trail all the way to your stomach. This is how it was supposed to feel; everything with Tommy was supposed to feel this way.

"Robin, I told him not to do that. I already told him I didn't want to get married."

"Then why are you still with him? Don't you get sick of lying?"

You bit your lip, wanting to feel the regret and guilt, you know you should but you couldn't. "Because it's what everyone wants."

"Everyone as in who? Your mom? Him? Coworkers? I need you to be serious. It's not what you want and that's all that matters. Why do you keep this up?"

"Because I've wasted every chance I've had with the person I want. Because he's all there is for me."

The car slowed, Robin pulling to the side of the road. "Look me in the eye and say that again."

You looked at her but you couldn't bring yourself to say the words. You knew she hadn't moved on. She told you she wouldn't and you believed her. "I fucked up, Robin."

"I know," was all she said. She studied you, her hand finding yours. "It's not too late. You already said no to marrying him. You finished school, have your degree… Come to New York with me. Don't stay here. It's not what you want. I already have an apartment just… Just say yes."

You knew that most people wouldn't be able to handle this right now. If a normal person had just broken up with their partner of two years with a marriage refusal in front of their family there's no way they could entertain this conversation. That's how you knew that you were in fact a bad person. You felt no guilt about leaving Tommy behind. Robin had always been what you wanted, why was it so hard to leave? Who cared about stability and security?

You nodded slowly, "Okay. I'll do it."

Rain started pouring from the sky which was ironic considering five minutes ago it had been sunny. "Okay," Robin repeated. She stared at your for a long moment then sighed, "I'm glad you said no."

"Why did you come? To stop the proposal?"

"I was going to object to it but I realized on the way here that's what people do during the wedding. I suppose I was going to get on my knees and beg you to come back with me. I'm glad we did this the less humiliating way. As for Tommy?"

You sighed, biting the skin on your lip. "It's fine. He'll be fine. He and Carol have been talking again, I'm convinced he only proposed to convince himself that he wanted me and maybe to try and be loyal."

"Yikes, this was destined to fail."

You rolled your eyes, looking at the rain as it hit the window. "I'm sorry I wasted two years of our life."

"It's okay, you had to get through school and realize what I realized a long time ago."

"Which is?" You raised a brow and Robin grinned, her hand resting on your thigh.

"That the only reason you picked him was the compulsory heterosexuality told you it was the right thing to do and that you are in fact in love with me."

You rolled your eyes, knowing she was right.

The car was silent as she drove you home. Tommy's car was in the drive way accompanied by a white BMW. You agreed that Robin should join you. It felt weird going in alone even though you knew that car belonged to Carol.

As you pushed through the front door Tommy looked up at you, his eyes were red and Carol had her hand wrapped around his in a comforting manner. "Hey," he said, calmly.

"Hey," you said softly, glancing at Carol who was glaring daggers at you.

"You said no."

"I told you I would."

"I know but I didn't believe you. I thought you were scared and if I asked you for real you'd realize that you wanted it."

"But I don't Tommy. I'm sorry but I never have." You exchanged a look with him and he nodded slowly.

Understanding seemed to wash over him as he looked from you to Robin then back to Carol. "I love you, you know. I know it's not how you need. Maybe it never was but I do care about you."

"I know that, Tom. I love you too. You've really turned out to a person I never could have imagined in high school but… I think we both know…" You trailed off, stepping toward the stairs. "I'm going to pack a bag."

"You don't want to fight about who gets the house?" He laughed lightly, looking a bit crestfallen.

"No, it's yours. Besides, I'm going to New York."

"I see," he sighed, standing up. "Let me help you."

The two of you headed upstairs, you packed a suitcase in silence while Tommy took clothes from hangers, handing them to you. "You don't have to go," he whispered.

A lump formed in your throat, you folded a sweater, stuffing it into the large brown luggage. "I do, Tommy. It's not fair to you if I stay. I love you but… I don't love you like that. I'm sorry I was too much of a coward to tell you."

"I'll miss you," his hands clasped yours a tired plea in his voice.

"I know. I'll miss you too. You're my best friend now but, you have Carol. And I… I could never love you the way you deserve."

"Is it Buckley?" he asked, his voice soft and low so the two of them downstairs couldn't hear.

You frowned, your bottom lip wobbling. You pushed up on your toes, kissing his lips gently. "Yeah, it's her."

Tommy nodded in understanding, his arms wrapping you a hug. "I love you."

"I love you. I'll be back to pack my stuff. Maybe we can have dinner and talk more about this. I think we both need space."

"Is this it?" he asked.

You rubbed his upper arm, "Yeah, this is it."

You followed Tommy downstairs as he carried your suitcase. Time was a funny thing. Just a few hours ago you were at your mom's celebrating your achievement and now you were leaving for New York fresh out of a two year disaster.

Carol didn't say anything to you as you, Tommy and Robin all headed outside. He loaded the suitcase in the trunk for you and hugged you again. "Are you sure? You can stay I can-"

You stopped him, turning your head toward the house. "I love you. You love me but you love her and I-" you paused to shake your head. "It's okay. We're going to be okay. Let Carol stay. Just don't throw my shit in the yard."

He laughed, a tear running down his cheek. You wiped it away with your thumb and kissed his cheek, "Bye, Tom"

You were soaking wet from the rain but Robin didn't seem to mind her seats getting wet as you slid back into the passenger seat of her car. "I have a hotel rented here for the night. It's a long drive back to New York."

"Right. I should probably tell my mom bye and… And yeah, lets just go the hotel."

Robin nodded and the two of you stayed silent the rest of the drive. There was only one hotel in Hawkins so of course when the two of you showed up you were greeted by name. Robin explained that you'd be joining her and Mrs.Anderson nodded which you knew meant as soon as the two of you left she'd be on the phone telling everyone about your breakup.

"It's gonna be a tight squeeze, they only had a one bed available. Community college graduation and all," Robin closed the door behind her.

You turned to look at her, both of you soaking wet from the rain. She held your gaze, propping herself against the door. "I'm sorry," you finally said.

"It's okay. I told you I'd be here."

"You shouldn't have had to wait. You deserve better than that."

"I know but that doesn't mean you don't deserve happiness too."

"I feel like I don't."

Robin crossed the room, she took your hands. "You do. You'll forgive yourself but you deserve to be happy."

"I don't even feel guilty," you admitted quietly.

"You do. If you didn't you wouldn't be telling me that like it's a secret."

You sighed, dropping down onto the bed. Robin followed beside you, her arms wrapping you in a warm hug. Her being here felt surreal. Everything had changed so fast in a matter of hours. "Do you remember the time my mom caught us?" I asked.

Robin nodded, her hand brushing through your hair comfortingly as you laid your head on her shoulder. When the two of you were just about to graduate high school Robin had come over for a sleepover. You would be lying if you said your mom wasn't the crazy religious type so she actually didn't allow slumber parties. Robin had snuck in through the window. The two of you had laid together on your tiny twin size bed. At first you were just whispering about your days before you kissed Robin. Robin kissed you back and the two of you had no plans of stopping. You had just rolled over on top of her when your mom opened the door, a squeak of horror escaping her. "That was probably the most terrifying thing that had ever happened to me."

"That was a scary moment for me. But not as scary as the day you left. Or falling asleep next to Tommy every single night."

Robin cupped your cheek, adjusting your head so she could look in your eyes. "All you had to do was call me. I would have came straight here and picked you up. I love you, you know that."

Not for the first time today tears pricked your eyes. "I love you. I'm sorry. I don't know how I've made such a mess of things."

Robin wiped your tears away and rubbed your back. "It's okay. We have all the time in the world."

You nuzzled against Robin, lifting your head and parting your lips. "Kiss me."

Robin didn't hesitate. Her lips met yours in a sense of urgency you hadn't felt in years. She leaned you back against the bed, her mouth working against yours hungrily. Robin's tongue pushed gently against your lips, pleading for entrance. Your mouth opened, warmth flooding your stomach as she pushed against her tongue against hers.

Your legs fell open, Robin coming to rest comfortably in between them. She bucked her hips and even though there were layers of clothing between the two of you the friction made you gasp. Gods, you had ever only wanted her this bad.

She kissed your neck, "I've thought about this every single night, finishing what we started. How I'd make you feel, how I'd make you cum," she whispered in your ear. "Everything I could do for you that he never could. It's been so lonely without you," she admitted.

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat. Why did you want to cry? This is all you wanted. Maybe it's because you had to wait so long for it or the fact that Robin was lonely this whole time waiting for you. "I'm sorry," you said once again, letting your hands skirt up the inside of her shirt. You laid your hands against her upper stomach, your fingertips barely reaching the fabric of her bra.

"Stop saying sorry, it's okay." You knew that Robin believed what she saying but it still made you feel bad. Her mouth made a trail from your neck down your chest, she lifted your shirt, her eyes searching yours for an answer to unspoken question. You nodded quickly because all you wanted was her.

You wanted her everywhere. On you, in you, anywhere she could be you needed her.

Robin pulled your shirt off in a quick motion, her mouth immediately going back to kissing your chest. The clasp to your bra had been undone so quickly you barely registered she had done it until your breasts bounced free and Robin's mouth fell slightly open. "What? You don't remember not being able to grab a whole handful through my shirt?" you laughed.

Robin's hands did their best to cup you and she glanced up at you, her cheeks pink. "You are the most beautiful person I've seen in my whole life." Her thumbs swirled around your nipples. The motion was soft and slow but the calluses on Robin's thumbs from her now music career made your hips jolt slightly. You knew you were a dripping puddle already, all you needed was some sort of friction. As you tried to grind your hips against her she tisked, "So impatient. Just let me show you how good it can feel, okay?"

You nodded, unable to say anything. You bit your lip and watched Robin as she leaned forward, taking one of your nipples into her mouth. Her tongue was warm and the feeling of her licking at you made your breath catch. One of your hands went through her hair, locking onto the short strands and tugging softly. Robin bit at you and your hips bucked as she started to suck and lick to sooth the bite. You felt dizzy. You had always imagined this with her. Every night that you laid awake restless, you hand slipping underneath your panties, she was the one you imagined.

Her knee came up between your thighs, pushing against you. The action made you moan sharply, "Robin, please."

Robin laughed, her mouth now kissing down your stomach. You were soft, your figure more than full. "You're an angel," she confessed against your skin. Cold chills skidded along your skin, her words alone made you feel intoxicated.

Her fingers were quick and deft as she undone the button to your jeans, pulling them down and off you quickly. "Oh, these are cute," she grinned, her fingers tracing the seem of your purple panties. You held your breath, watching as she let her finger drag over the center of your underwear. You could feel how damp they were against your skin. "Already so wet, such a good girl."

You whimpered as Robin's fingers moved the cloth to the side. She was staring at you and you could feel your cheeks turning red. She kissed your inner thigh, moving over to bite the other thigh. "God, I love your body." She pulled your underwear off, tossing them on the floor. She used her thumbs to gently pull your lips apart and sighed, "So fucking wet."

She ran a finger from your clit down to your entrance, gathering your arousal before running her finger back up, coating your area so you were slick all over. Holding you open to her, she stared at you like you were a feast before she leaned forward, her tongue descending on you. You gasped, your back arching the second she licked your clit, sucking at it. "Fuck, right there, Robin," was all you could say and variations of the same thing as your mind grew fuzzy. Your eyes fluttered closed just before Robin pushed two fingers inside of you. The noises she was making with her hands were loud and fuck- her fingers curled inside of you hitting a place you had never done yourself before. Your hips bucked causing you to raise off the bed, "Robin!"

Robin answered your cry by humming against you, the vibrations going straight to your core. Your insides went tight and you grabbed Robin's hair, pulling just as you felt yourself release, vision going black for a mere second. Your were fluttering around Robin's fingers and she was licking your clean.

She raised up, her mouth crashing against yours. You reached for the button of her pants but she was quick to help. The pants ended up somewhere on the floor you were sure but you couldn't care. You pulled Robin's shirt off her, tossing it haphazardly as well. Robin positioned your legs so she could could slide between them. The two of you were connected now, Robin kissing the shin of your leg that was propped on her shoulder. She moved slowly at first, gasping as the friction you knew she had needed too.

Your hands came up, caressing her tits that were actually remarkable. She grinned down at your, her bottom lip stuck between her teeth. "I love you," you said.

Robin nodded, grinding herself against you quicker now. You moaned, eyes rolling back as Robin whimpered. "Goddamn," she was whiny, her confident composer cracking as she rode you. You could feel how she was, her slickness rubbing all over you. The thought of it was too much as you cried out, grabbing Robin's hips. Using your hands you helped rock her body against yours at a feverish pace. You felt yourself reaching that precipice again and just as you felt yourself falling over you knew Robin was close by the way her stomach was tensing. She moved fast, sliding down to ride your thigh.

"That's it, good girl," you encouraged her. You had one hand on her hip and the other gripping her ass. Robin's cry was raspy and desperate as she collapsed against you. You turned so you were hovering above her now. You had cum twice so it was only fair she was screaming your name now. You stuck two fingers up to Robin's lips, pushing them inside her mouth. She sucked on them, eyes wide as she stared at your through her lashes.

You pulled them from her mouth a soft pop sounded. Your hands were immediately to her entrance, sliding inside of her with ease. She was still fluttering softly from her orgasm which meant she was clenching around your fingers. You pumped your hand inside of her slowly, watching her as her eyes closed and her back arched. You curled your fingers up just as she did, moving your hands quickly loving the noises that were happening as well as the one coming from Robin's mouth. She was moaning and whimpering and you could tell she was trying to say something just her hips jerked. She cursed loudly, her walls squeezing around your fingers. She gasped, as her hips jerked quickly. She was intoxicating. She was loud and unable to stay still when cumming. It made you feel good being able to make her this way.

You laid back down beside her, turning to look at her. She kissed you hard and you could feel the lump coming back. Now was not the time to cry but you had wanted her so bad. Even if the wait had been because of you that didn't mean you ever wanted her any less. Your arms wrapped around her as she snuggled against you. "I love you."

"I love you," she repeated back, pressing a kiss against your neck.

[panickinganakin]

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