Oh, I Loved It. Poor Steve And Eddie Freaking Out đ Y/n Absolutely Satisfied With Both And The Two
Oh, I loved it. Poor Steve and Eddie freaking out đ y/n absolutely satisfied with both and the two of them unfortunately don't remember a thing.
Now I need a fic with the redo.
Luck
Eddie Munson x Reader x Steve Harrington (Fluff)
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Summary: After a wild night out at The Hideout, Eddie Munson wakes up in bed with some unexpected company and no memory of what happened.
Rating: General Auidences
Author Note: Gender neutral reader, no pronouns used.
CW: Recreational alcohol and marijuana use; tobacco use; heavily implied sex (no details); could be seen as dubcon due to the use of mild altering substances, but I tried my best to address it in the story that this is something they all wouldn't done sober, too.
Word Count: 4,345
Eddie Tag List: @eddie-swhore
Waking up after a hard night of drinking was always strange and unpleasant. In all honesty, that was why Eddie Munson preferred weed. Sure, getting drunk could be fun with the right people, but the next day was always a little slice of hell on earth.
Today was no exception. Rather than gently lifting up into consciousness as he woke up naturally, he was instead woken up by a severe pounding in his head.
Eddie opened his eyes briefly and groaned in pain before closing them again. The open curtains allowed the late morning sun to illuminate the room. The bright light sent bolts of pain through each of his eyeballs, making the headache worse. It was a steady pounding feeling, as if someone were in his head playing a drum solo.
Rolling onto his back, Eddie brought his ring clad hands up to his face to rub his eyes for a bit before attempting to open them again. While it still hurt, at least he expected the room to be so bright this time. Still though, it made his stomach turn a bit and his head throb even more. He knew if he tried to get up right now that his stomach wouldnât be feeling too good either. Eddie decided his normal hangover cure was in order.
Shutting his eyes again, he rolled over towards the center of his bed, fully intending to go back to sleep. He threw his arm out to stretch across the empty space next to him.
Instead of stretching out like he intended though, his arm landed on something that cause it do bend at an awkward angle, as if draped over something. Eddie cracked his eyes open again and lifted his head slightly. It took him a moment to process it, but he eventually realized there was someone else laying under the blankets with him, still sleeping peacefully.
While bringing someone home with him from The Hideout wasnât a completely uncommon occurrence, it didnât happen very often. And, when it did, he was always sober enough to remember it once he woke up in the next day. Right now, though, Eddie couldnât even remember how he got home from the bar last night, much less remember bringing someone home with him.
Though Eddieâs head was still pounding, the idea of sleep was forgotten. He started wracking his brain, trying to piece together the previous night.
Corroded Coffin had a Saturday night gig at The Hideout. That much he remembered. It ended up being a fantastic show. All of their friends came out for it, and they drew in a fairly large crowd since they were playing on the weekend. Granted, the bar was still under half capacity, but it was one of their largest crowds to date and that was something to celebrate. And, after the show, thatâs exactly what everyone had done.
Eddie remembered Steve buying a round of drinks after the performance. He remembered you and him sneaking off to a stall in the menâs room to share a joint. He remembered Gareth ordering a round of shots when the two of you got back. Then Robin ordered a round of drinks after that. And then Jeff ordered another round of shots after that. At some point, he vaguely remembered tequila getting involved. But, after that, there was nothing until just a little bit ago when he woke up.
After thinking on it for a while, he gave up on trying to remember, figuring that would come back later. But Eddie was curious now. He reached over to gently pull the blanket down a bit to see who it was he ended up taking home with him.
Eddie froze, still holding the blanket.
You. You were lying next to him in bed.
Eddieâs mind whirled, his heart pounding as loudly as his head by this point.
Youâd never been in bed with him before, even just to sleep. There were only a few times youâd ever stayed over, only on nights when you couldnât drive home or the weather was bad, but he always slept on the couch those nights so you could have the bed to yourself. There had to be a logical explanation for this.
Out of curiosity, he lifted the edge of the blanket and looked down.
Eddieâs heart stopped.
You both were completely naked.
He stared down at your bodies as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing.
You were laying with your arms folded against your chest and half on your stomach, which blocked your private areas from his view. All he could really see the full length of your bare leg all the way up past the curve of your ass to your hip.
Your hip that currently had a hand on it, which was neither his nor yours.
Eddie sat up hurriedly. It was quite a shock realizing there was a third person in bed with you two, but that was nothing in comparison to the shock of seeing who exactly it was.
Curled up on your other side was none other than Steve Harrington.
Once again, it took a moment for Eddie to comprehend what he was seeing.
The section of blanket on Steveâs side had slid down some, revealing that he was shirtless. Though, another peek under the blankets revealed that he was just as naked as you and Eddie were.
Fully in shock now, Eddie slowly laid back down. He stared at the ceiling, wracking his brain again in a desperate attempt to remember the night before.
The fog of alcohol and the headache from the hangover blocked off his memory still, so he gave up again and debated on what he should do next.
He supposed he could just leave and come back later after the both of you had left, but that would only delay the inevitable. You two would still be waking up naked in his bed even if he wasnât there to see it. Eventually, this would need to be addressed if you all wanted any sort of friendship after this. It was going to be awkward when the two of you woke up. That much he knew for sure.
Now in desperate need in of a smoke, Eddie carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake either of you. He found a pair of sweatpants among his laundry scattered about on the floor. As he pulled them on, he noticed your clothes and Steveâs flung haphazardly around the room, along with the clothes he had been wearing last night. He swallowed heavily, quietly heading from the bedroom.
As he made a pit stop in the bathroom, Eddie was still trying to figure out how you all ended up in bed together. He knew what it looked like. He was well aware of what it looked like. But it couldnât possibly have been that. No way. Heâd never been drunk or high enough to act on his attraction to either of you. The only thing he could think of was that all you all started feeling hot from the alcohol, stripped down to cool off and just fell asleep. That had to be it.
But then as he went to leave the bathroom, he glanced in the mirror and did a double take. Scattered along his upper chest, neck and shoulders were hickies and bite marks of various sizes and shades.
Stunned, he stared at himself for a moment. He turned slowly then turned to get a good look at the rest of his body. While there wasnât any more hickies that he could see, streaked down his back were several dark pink welts that were clearly nail marks. In addition to that, just above his shoulder blades were a few crescent shaped bruises, like someone had dug their nails into his back while holding onto him.
Eddieâs jaw dropped. He met his own gaze in the mirror.
âWhat the fuck did you do?â he said softly to his reflection.
In the living room, Eddie found evidence that you three had hung out here for a while before migrating to his bed. A few empty beer bottles littered the coffee table and a half-smoked joint sat in the ashtray. Eddie slipped on his jacket and sneakers before grabbing the joint on the way to the front door.
This morning called for something stronger than a cigarette now.
Trying to stay quiet, he left the front door partially open and gently closed the screen door. The sun was even brighter now that he was outside, which immediately got in Eddieâs eyes and made him wince. His head was throbbing even more now that he was up, which, as predicted, was starting to make his stomach queasy. He lit the joint first, hoping to calm his nerves as well as the effects of the hangover. Once that was gone, he fished his cigarettes out of his pocket and began chain smoking.
Not too long after Eddie started on his first cigarette, a very groggy, and very hungover, Steve sat up in bed. He rubbed his eyes and squinted as he looked around the room. Confusion sat in as he didnât recognize where he was at first. But then after his gaze landed on a couple of guitars and one heavy metal poster after another, he slowly came to realize he was in Eddieâs bedroom.
This didnât come as a surprise to Steve though. The plan the night before had always been to come back to Eddieâs place at the end of the night. Nancy had picked the three of you up from there since it was her turn to be the designated driver, so you all had left your vehicles there. While he didnât remember coming to bed, he had vague memories of sharing a cab with you and Eddie once the bar had closed, well after Nancy and the others had left. He remembered you three wanted to continue partying and you two decided you were staying the night. Wayne was out of town that weekend for work training, so Eddie was all for having you two over for the night.
As Steve went to swing his legs out of bed, a sudden throbbing in his head made him double over slightly, his elbows resting on his thighs, eyes squeezed closed and slightly watering.
Getting drunk is always a good idea until the next day.
Halfway through his third cigarette, Eddie heard someone stirring in the trailer through the screen door. Whoever it was, be it you or Steve, was trying to be quiet, but the creaky floor wasnât having it.
Eddie wasnât any closer to figuring out what he was going to do. Leaving still seemed like the best idea, but it was too late for that now. The keys to his van were on the kitchen counter.
Fortunately, whoever was it was didnât come outside, giving him some more time to compose himself. He listened to them shuffle across the living room, pick up the phone and dial a number.
Whoever they were trying to call didnât answer because Eddie heard them hang up then try again.
âCâmon, pick up,â a voice muttered from inside.
Eddie couldnât tell who it was until whoever the person they were trying to call finally answered.
âRobin! Finally!â they whisper yelled. âIâm freaking out over here!â
Eddie finally recognized the voice as Steveâs and some of his nerves eased hearing it was Steve, but he still wasnât quite ready to face him just yet. Creeping closer to the door, he listened in on Steveâs side of the conversation.
âYouâve gotta help me out, I donât know what to do!â Pause. âI canât calm down! I just woke up next to Y/N in Eddieâs bed!â Pause. âRobin, we were both naked!â Pause. âNo, Iâm not joking!â Pause. âSeriously, Robin, now is not the time for jokes!â Pause. âI donât know if I had fun, I donât remember anything after leaving The Hideout!â
Knowing that he wasnât the only one in the dark made Eddie feel a little better about the whole thing. But then a thought occurred to him, and all of his nerves came back.
In a way, he hoped you wouldnât remember any it either. There was no telling what your reaction would be to all this. There wasnât any use trying to deny what happened anymore. The three of you had a threesome last night. Or, at the very least, you and Eddie fucked. That much was obviously for certain judging from the way his own chest and back looked. But, then again, it wouldnât make much sense why Harrington would be in the same state as you both unless he was also involved too. At least if none of you remembered what happened, that way you would all be a blank slate and could pretend it didnât happen.
Granted, he didnât know how that would be possible since you all would know it happened, regardless of whether or not any of you remembered it. But, if thatâs what it took to still be friends after all this, he was willing to give it a shot. He didnât want to lose either of you due to some stupid drunken escapade.
Eddie sighed and took the last drag off his cigarette as Steve was finishing his call.
Time to face the music.
He stepped back into the trailer as Steve was hanging up the phone. Steve didnât hear him at first, giving Eddie the chance to get a look at him.
While Steve had pulled on his jeans, he was still shirtless, giving Eddie a good view of his torso. He could see some nail marks down his back, as well as a few hickies on his neck and shoulders.
There was one question answered, at least.
The sound of the screen door closing made Steve finally turn around, revealing more hickies across his chest. A sheepish look came over his face when he saw Eddie.
âUh, hey,â Steve said, running his hand through his hair nervously. âMorning.â
âMorning,â Eddie said, fiddling with his rings nervously.
A brief silence fell over the two men.
âY/Nâs naked,â Steve suddenly blurted out, and then pointed towards Eddieâs bedroom. âIn your bed. Back there.â
Eddie nodded slowly.
âYeah,â Eddie said, swallowing heavily. âYeah, I saw.â
âSo was I,â Steve said, and once again run his hand through his hair. âCompletely naked. Next to Y/N. In your bed.â
Eddie nodded again.
âYeeeah,â he said slowly. âI, uh, was naked, too. With you two. In my bed.â
Steveâs eyes widened and he swallowed heavily. He looked in the direction of the bedroom then back to Eddie.
âDo you think weâŚyou know?â Steve asked, gesturing between the two of them and the bedroom, then gave the air a little thrust of his hips, as if he didnât want to say what he was thinking.
âObviously,â Eddie said, and gestured between the two of them. âLook at us, man. We had a pretty wild night from the looks of it.â
At Eddieâs words, Steve looked down at his chest. His eyes were wide as he slowly looked back up at Eddie.
âWhat the hell should we do?â Steve whisper yelled, looking close to panicking.
âI have no idea!â Eddie whisper yelled back. âI canât say Iâve ever woken up like this before, much less with either of you!â
The two men stared at each other for a moment before Steve sighed.
âMan, this is crazy,â Steve said, which Eddie nodded in agreement with. Then Steve sighed, his arms crossing over his chest. âMaybeâŚwe should see how Y/N feels about it first?â
Eddie brightened.
âGood idea,â he said hurriedly, feeling somewhat relieved the overall outcome wouldnât be on his shoulders. âIf Y/Nâs fine with it, then Iâm fine with it.â
Steve nodded readily in agreement. He opened his mouth to say something else but cut himself off when the sound of the toilet flushing came from the bathroom down the hall.
Both men whipped their heads around at the sound. Neither of them had heard you get up. Soon, they heard the bathroom door open.
Now it really was time to face the music.
Since facing Steve had gone easier than expected, Eddie braced himself for your reaction. He was fully prepared for a meltdown. He expected you to be upset, and even braced himself for tears. He expected some yelling, possibly some screaming. There might even be some accusations, though the possibility of you thinking anything like that made Eddieâs stomach clench. He hoped you would know that he would never take advantage of you while you were drunkâŚbut, then again, could he really say that since he didnât even remember what happened? The very idea alone made his stomach clenched even tighter.
When you came out of the bathroom, you were dressed in your clothes from the night before. You were humming softly, which struck Eddie as strange considering the circumstances. You usually didnât hum all that much, just when you were in an exceedingly good mood. This didnât really strike Eddie as an occasion where you would be in a good mood though.
As you started to turn into the kitchen, you looked up and saw them in the living room.
âMorning fellas,â you said, smiling brightly at them both before ducking into the small kitchen.
They could hear you start to open cabinet doors. Eddie and Steve both looked at each other, deep confusion on their faces. It didnât seem like you were bothered by the state of things at all. Maybe you hadnât put two and two together yet? You woke up alone in bed, so it was possible.
You came back a moment later and stood in the doorway to the living room. A box of cereal was tucked under your arm, and you were eating it dry right out of the box with your free hand.
Aside from the crunch of cereal and the sounds drifting in from the outside, the room was silent. It wasnât exactly a comfortable silence but wasnât really an uncomfortable one either. It was just a silence.
Eddie started rubbing the back of his neck nervously, his gaze flicking repeatedly between you and Steve. Steve was in a similar state, one of his feet tapping anxiously and he kept crossing and uncrossing his arms, his eyes looking between you and Eddie. You seemed to be the only one relaxed, munching on your cereal and looking between the two men.
It seemed like everyone was waiting on someone else to start talking first.
After some time of this, you cleared your throat, which made them both look back over at you.
âUh,â you finally said, smiling shyly at them. âHi.â
âHi,â said both Eddie and Steve at the same time.
âI, uh,â you said, then stopped to clear your throat. âI had a lot of fun last night.â you said.
Before either of them could process what you just said, you started laughing nervously and shook your head.
âSorry,â you said, your cheeks flushing a soft pink. âThat was a really weird thing for me to say after everything. I mean, obviously, I had fun.â
Eddie exchanged another look with Steve, then back to you.
Now you were the one who looked nervous, taking their silent exchange of a look for something else.
âDid, did you two have fun, too?â you asked, shifting on your feet.
Eddie rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
âWell, um, thatâs the thing, Princess,â he said, then stopped, unsure of how to phrase things.
âWe were, uh,â Steve continued after a moment. âActually trying to figure all that out. What happened last night, I mean.â
Your eyes widened at their words, and you looked back and forth between the two again.
âYou guys donât remember?â you asked.
Both men shook their heads.
Your mouth dropped opened in shock.
âExactly h-how drunk were you two last night?â you asked softly.
âI donât remember leaving The Hideout,â Eddie confessed, with a shrug.
âI barely remember the cab ride here,â Steve said. âNothing after that though.â
Your hand flew to your mouth, an expression of horror on your face.
âOh my god, I am so sorry,â you said, your voice remorseful and you looked on the verge of tears. âI had no idea you guys were that drunk, I swear!â
âNo no no!â Eddie said, taking a few steps forward so he could rest a hand on your shoulder. âYou have nothing to be sorry for. This isnât your fault.â
All of a sudden, a very sheepish look came to you face and your cheeks flushed a bright pink.
âActually, um,â you said. âI kind of initiated the whole thing.â
There was a moment of silence.
âWhat whole thing?â Steve asked, voice quiet and tinged with awe.
There was another moment of silence.
âYou know,â you finally said, then gestured between the three of you, as if you were hesitant to say it. âUs. Having sex. It was my idea.â
There was a lot longer than just a moment of silence after that one.
Steve nearly fell over where he was standing but managed to catch his balance.
Eddieâs hand dropped from your shoulder in shock to hang limply at his side.
Now that it was confirmed, Eddie tried once again to remember the night before. Squeezing his eyes shut, he rubbed the bridge of his nose. The fog of alcohol was still too thick to penetrate with his head in the state it was and straining to think didnât do anything but make the headache worse.
âSo, um,â Steve said, finally breaking the silence and making Eddie look up. âH-How did it happen?â
âWell,â you said slowly, swallowing a bite of cereal. âWeâve all been flirting pretty heavily with each other for a while now, and Iâve had a thing for both of you for a long time before that.â A bashful grin came to your face then. âSo, I may have gotten a little buzzed and handsy at the bar, and you both were into it. After we came back here, we had a few more drinks and, wellâŚâ You cleared your throat and looked down shyly. âI decided to try my luck and asked if you two wanted to have sex with me.â
Both Eddie and Steve stared at you in shock.
âYouâve had a thing got us for a while?â Eddie said when he finally found his voice again.
You nodded.
There was a short pause in the conversation as they processed this.
âWell?â Steve said after abit. âWhatâd we say?â
Eddie looked over at him with a raised brow. As if their answer wasnât obvious already.
âTruthfully, not much,â you said as you looked up. âIt escalated pretty quickly after that. Though, you both did double check to make sure I fully understood what I was saying after the alcohol and weed.â A warm smile came to your face. âI thought that was really sweet.â
Now it was Eddieâs turn to look down shyly.
The room was got quiet again.
âBut you said you had fun, right?â Steve suddenly asked. You nodded in confirmation. âThen that must mean we did good, right?â
Eddie looked over at Steve, gawking at him. While this was an entirely new situation for him, Eddie was pretty sure it was in poor taste to ask for a report card after having a threesome.
To his surprise, you didnât seem to mind. Biting your bottom lip, you grinned and nodded.
Eddie couldnât help but grin himself then, a boost of confidence suddenly coming back. It briefly made him forget about the oddness of this situation.
âYeah?â he asked, then decided to be bold. âHow good?â
Now you were blushing again.
âWell, Iâm pretty sore today,â you said, your voice going a bit higher pitched, so you had to clear your throat before continuing. âYou both were pretty enthusiastic all night.â
It wasnât too long after that you had to leave since you were supposed to meet up with family later on. The three of you kept conversation light as you and Steve finished dressing, talking about your plans for the day.
Once you got ready to leave, you gave them each a soft kiss on the lips.
âHopefully once the hangovers go away you guys will remember some of it,â you said with a smile as you headed for the door.
âI sure as hell hope so, Princess,â Eddie groaned before he could stop himself.
While he turned red at his own words, you giggled at him as you opened the door to leave. It was the first time Eddie had ever heard that sound from you and it made his heart speed up. It gave him even more of his confidence back.
âIf we donât remember, any chance there could be a redo?â Eddie asked before he could talk himself out of it.
You froze in mid-step halfway out the door and turned quickly to look at Eddie. The shock on your face was almost comical. A quick glance over at Steve showed him staring at Eddie in horror. Looking back at you, Eddie gave you his biggest grin and winked at you, which he was delighted to see made you blush.
âUm, I-I donât know,â you said, and then a grin of your own slowly spread across your face. âMaybe. Youâll just have to wait and see.â
You sent a wink back at Eddie before leaving then. Steve wasnât too far behind, heading out himself just a few minutes later.
Plopping down on the couch as he listened to Steveâs car driving away, Eddie sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Initially, he didnât have plans for today, but now he knew what he was going to spend the rest of his day doing.
Trying to remember fucking his two very hot best friends.
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" Steve doesn't love her!" Dustin says as he flays his arms around before clasping a hand over his mouth like he wasn't suppose to say that.
WHAT?? Someone please beat his ass. How dare Steve try to marry her just to try to get over Nancy?!
Someone please beat Eddie's ass too. But after he can kiss y/n.
Glass Hearts~ S.H ft E.M
Summary : A year ago you told Eddie how you feel about him, he doesn't feel the same and now your ready to walk down the aisle to marry Steve Harrington.
Angst
He stared at you with an apologetic look on his face, swallowing the lump in his throat as his lips are in a thin line. The silence from him is ticking by the minute. Your heart is grasping at the little thought, the little hope and the little wonder that he felt the same way about you.
" I'm sorry, sweets. But I don't feel the same way that you do. You're my best friend and that's all I'll ever see you as" He says. A tear manages to run down your cheek as you nod, silently.
" That's okay" you say through your tears that keep running down your cheeks. Your voice sounds broken and your heart felt like someone cut a knife through it.
Eddie frowns as he looks at you. He feels bad that he can't return your feelings.
" I should go, my mom needs me home by dinner" you lie as you wipe away your tears with the back of your tears. Eddie nods because it's the only think he can think about of doing. You wrap your arm around yourself as you exit out of his trailer.
Eddie doesn't run after you and doesn't beg you to stay. You slowly approach your car and throw the driver side door open as you sit inside. With your hands in your lap, tears running down your cheeks and heart cracked in two, you start the car as it roars to life.
Eddie watches from the window of his trailer as you drive away after a few moments with a heavy sigh feeling like he lost his best friend that day.
You stared into the mirror at yourself standing in your wedding dress as you twirl around it. You felt the happiest you have ever been nearly minutes away from marrying the man that put your heart back together, the man you love and the man that you couldn't wait to start a life with.
A knock to the door interrupts your thoughts.
" Come in" you don't even turn around to see who it was as the doors open as Max wheels in with El by her side. Max's eyes go wide at the sight of you in your wedding dress.
El has tears in her eyes as she puts her hand over her mouth staring at you in awe.
" You're stunning" Max says as she wheels to be besides you. Her hair is down and she's wearing a dress to match the colors of the flowers you will be holding. " Pretty" El says as she takes a hold of the side of your wedding dress.
Your hands are folded together on top of your wedding dress as you continue to look at yourself in the mirror. You couldn't believe it that the day has come. You were going to marry Steve Harrington, your best friend and the man that stole your heart.
" What's wrong?" El says, " Do you not want to marry Steve?" she asks. You chuckled as you wiped your tears away.
" I do, he's perfect"
The door flies open and Robin steps in wearing a tux with Nancy by her side. She has your flowers in her hands. Steve had asked Robin to be his best man while El was your maid of honor. She has been like your little sister to you.
" Steve is going to drop as soon as he sees you" Robin says as she stares at you in awe.
" I'm so happy your the one that Steve is marrying" Nancy says giving you your flowers. You take them in your hands, " Me too. He's my happy ever after as much as cheesy as that sounds."
Meanwhile, Dustin, Mike and Lucas have rode on their bikes to Eddie's trailer. He was home as his van is parked out in the front. The music is loud coming from inside the trailer.
Eddie is laying on his bed with a cigarette in his mouth as he stares up at the ceiling. He remembers it like yesterday when you walked in with Steve trailing behind you, hand in hand and he never forgets the smile on your face when Steve tells the kids, and everyone else that you were his.
His heart clenches at the thought of when a year flies by and during one of the movie nights, Steve and you have a big announcement.
" Steve asked me to marry him!" you throw up your hand as you show the ring. He remembers Nancy, Robin, El, Max squeal as they all surrounded you to see the ring. Meanwhile Eddie slumped in his seat as he watched the happiness in your eyes and on Steve's face as the kids congratulate him.
" I'm happy for you, man" He says to Steve. Steve sees the look on Eddie's face and the glint in his eye. He doesn't say anything but Steve knows that Eddie feels like he lost.
" Eddie! Eddie!" his eyebrow scrunched together in one as he swings his legs over on his bed and stands up as he listens. There is banging on his door and his name behind called. He lowers the music to a minimum and listens. The banging increases, he mumbles underneath his breath and wonders who's at his door.
He opens the door seeing Dustin, Mike and Lucus.
" What do you want?" Eddie asks. He doesn't mean to be harsh ti them but he knows what day is today. Steve's and your wedding.
A pair of slacks, red button down is thrown at him with a black vest and he barley catches the items in his hands as he looks at the clothes in his hands to the little shrimps.
" What is this?" he asks. He already knows what this is but is playing dumb because there is no way he was going to go. He got your invitation from Robin who kept begging him to go, almost ripping his arm off but he refused. It hurt too much.
Over the year, Eddie has developed feelings for you. He had tried to push them aside no matter what. But it was the sound of your laughter, the way you smile, it took you some time to continue to be friends with him and he couldn't get you off his mind. His hugs lingered. His eyes lingered on you. He wrote a song about you. His heart raced around you. Yet, he lost you. To Steve Harrington.
" Get dressed, Eddie" Dustin says. The little shrimps were dressed for the wedding, Dustin had taken off his cap too.
" No" he says, walking back inside his trailer with them following him in. " Why not? Aren't you happy for her?" Lucus asks.
Eddie's back is turned to them as he closes his eyes.
" I am" he says throwing the clothes on the couch as if they were the most disturbing thing he has ever seen in his life. They burned his skin when he held them.
" Then why aren't you at the wedding?" Mike asks. Eddie's hands are in fist by his side as he shakes his head. " I have better thing to do" he says.
Dustin sigh as he looks at the other two, " He's in love with her."
Mike and Lucus share a look of disbelief.
" Then why aren't you stopping the wedding?" Mike asks. Eddie turns to look at him giving him a look of disbelief. " Are you crazy? She's marrying Steve. She loves Steve" Dustin says as he grabs onto Mike's shoulder and shakes him.
" But feeling don't go away that fast. She loved Eddie not a year ago" Lucas says.
" She did, now I've lost for her for good" Eddie says as he looks down at his hands. He twirls one of his ring fingers on his hands.
" You need to get her back" Dustin says. Eddie turns to him looking wide eyed not comprehending what Dustin is saying. " She's with Steve, I can't."
" Steve doesn't love her!" Dustin says as he flays his arms around before clasping a hand over his mouth like he wasn't suppose to say that.
" What?" the three asks him. Dustin gulps as he looks around the room. Eddie takes a step forward, " What do you know? Start talking, Henderson."
You were fixing your hair in the mirror when Hopper peaks, " Are you almost ready pumpkin?" He asks as he steps in and closes the door. Hopper wasn't your real dad but he was the father figure in your life after your father abounded you. He took you in as one of his own and adopted you.
" Almost" your hands shook as you played with the end of your hair. He walked over and sat besides you on the chair.
" Are you okay? Got the jitters?" He asks.
" Am I doing the right thing, dad?" you asked, looking down at your hands. " Pumpkin" he called you as he placed a hand on top of yours.
"Do you love him?" he asks talking about Steve.
" I do, he makes me the happiest"
" Do you picture having future with him?
" I do, there is no one I rather be with than him" you say.
" You have nothing to worry about then, pumpkin. The two of you love each other and he's a good boy that will take care of you. It took some time to warm up to him, but I believe he loves you and you two deserve each other."
" Thank you, dad" He leans down to kiss you on your cheeks. " I'll be right outside" he leaves you to your own thought as you look into the mirror at yourself.
Eddie is running up the stairs to the church as he throws the doors opened, panting as he looks up and down the corridor. Nancy happens to walk by and he takes a hold of her shoulders.
" Where is she? Where is Y/N?" he asks. Her eyes are wide as she takes in what he's wearing. She has never seen him like that.
" What are you doing here, Eddie?" she whispers as she looks down the hall. " She can't marry him, he doesn't love her. He still loves you" he tells her. Her eyes are wide as she takes a step back, grabbing at her necklace as she plays with it. Her eyes are teary as she tells him where you are.
" Thank you" he says as he rushes down the hall. Hopper spots him before he can get any further.
" Munson" Eddie stands before him with his hands up in the air.
" Sir" he start to say but Hopper shakes his head. " You better have a good reason to be here"
" Let him in, Hopper. Steve doesn't love her, he's been lying to your daughter. Eddie is the one who loves your daughter" Hopper looks over to Nancy then to Eddie.
He grumbles underneath his breath as he moves to the side. Eddie takes a few steps to the door as he stares at the brown large doors holding you inside.
His hand reaches out for the black door knob and pushes it open. You don't look at the person who enters the room as you take your flowers and take a deep breath. You turn around to face the person who walked in when your breath hitches locking eyes with him.
Eddie stand there with his hair pulled back in a low bun, his brown doe eyes are wide with his mouth a gap as he stares at you. He's wearing a red dress shirt, with the sleeves pulled to the elbows. He is wearing a black vest over it with black slacks. His chain is added to the slacks and he's in his Reeboks.
It screams even more prettier Eddie than you have ever seen.
" Eds?" you call out to him and he feels like his heart is about to jump out of his chest as he hears you call him. His face turns into a smile as he looks at you.
" You're absolutely beautiful" he says as he closes the door.
" What are you doing here?" you asked. He swallows the lump in his throat as his eyes turn to lock with yours. They are pleading and apologetic.
" He doesn't love you Y/N. You can't marry him.." he says. Your gaze turns dark as you glare at him, throwing your flowers to the ground.
"Why not? What makes you say that?" He takes a deep breathe and tells you what Dustin had told him. That Steve was only marrying you to try to get over Nancy, he was just using you to make Nancy jealous and that he didn't love you.
Your mouth goes in a thin line as silence takes over the room. You move back and collapse on the couch covering your face with your hands and your shoulders shake.
Your crying. Eddie makes his way over to you as he wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his chest. He lets you cry into his chest as he holds you.
"He still remembered it clear as day, even though it had been in first grade. You'd thrown a Lego brick at his head and stuffed sand in his mouth"
Omg đ¤Łđ¤Ł an awesome way to start a friendship đ¤Łđ¤Ł
"You'd liked him when he dated Nancy. Then by the time they'd broken up, you were hooking up with the Dungeons and Dragons kid who had been held back two years."
Eddieeeeee, hi!
Steve and y/n kissed, omgggg. But why when y/n is going to other place?? Steeve, why you didn't something before?? Omg, the ending was sad and frustrating đ can't wait for the next chapters. Can I please be added to the tag list? I'm loving your writing! â¤ď¸
timing's a bitch (s.h) - 1/5
s u m m e r ' 8 6
"if you have chemistry, you only need one other thing...timing. but timing is a bitch" - how i met your mother
a.k.a the four times that steve harrington chose the wrong moment and one time he got it right (series masterlist)
You made Steve Harrington cry the first time you met him.
He still remembered it clear as day, even though it had been in first grade. You'd thrown a Lego brick at his head and stuffed sand in his mouth, promising that if he ever touched your pet worm again (his name was Sherm, if you were wondering) that he would pay. After some negotiation and charm from his part - and the promise that he wouldn't make his parents call yours - you had become best friends. You brought balance to one another's lives, even from a young age. Steve was always a little more calculated and thoughtful in his actions, sticking to the sidelines at playtime and always worrying about his hair. You, meanwhile, had always run headfirst into danger, with scrapes on your knees and glue in your hair. Ying and yang.
You never left Steve's side and he never left yours. Things came close when the popularity really got to his ego in sophomore year, but it was nothing a whack across the head couldn't fix. The threat of telling every person at Hawkins High about his Farah Fawcett hairspray secret also very quickly humbled him. He owed you a lot of apologies after that phase.
Things were better than ever by the time graduation rolled around. It hadn't really hit either of you that this was it; that Hawkins High would no longer be your world. It was scarier for you than it was for Steve because he knew deep down that he had probably peaked in high school. He had no college lined up; while you'd gone and gotten yourself a full scholarship to NYU, all he'd done was argue with his parents about his grades and why they wouldn't foot the bill for him to follow you to the city. The world was about to become bigger and scarier. The prospect of you being thousands of miles away only made it worst.
"Just one year," Steve begged, "just take one year out. The new mall is gonna be hiring loads of people and you can save up a butt ton before you go to college-"
"- I am not taking a year out, Steve!" you exclaimed. Reaching across the center console, you gave his chest a whack. "I worked my ass off the last four years so that I have enough money to go now."
"Okay, don't think about money then. Think about..."
He paused, trailing off.
"Think about what?"
"Spending time with me before I go?" he meekly asked. "We can have loads of fun! Just me and you, y'know, having one final year together before you leave me forever."
You groaned. "Steve, we've had all summer together. Also, I'm not leaving you! I'll be home literally every few weeks."
He forced a smile, eyes focusing on the road ahead. This was his last two days with you before you moved and he didn't want to spend it being sad. It was just that his heart ached in a way he never thought it would. A thousand times more than when his parents didn't show for graduation; even more than when Nancy Wheeler left him.
Steve's glance flickered over to the photo tucked away into his rearview mirror. It was a Polaroid taken over the summer; you and Steve were stood between your parents, armed wrapped around each other as you were grinning in your caps. Maybe his parents hadn't shown for him on graduation, but yours sure had, with flowers and hugs and affection for you both. Hell, they probably wouldn't have minded if he moved into your room once you were at college. It was definitely something he thought about.
"Summer doesn't feel like enough," he muttered. "Doesn't it scare you that things are changing?"
"Of course it does," you replied. "Change isn't always bad though. Things can't always stay the same, Stevie. Me staying home an extra year isn't gonna delay the inevitable."
Steve glanced in his wing mirror, indicating off the highway and pulling into your driveway. You'd had to beg him to come and help you pack; even though he'd acted like he didn't want to, he was secretly delighted at the idea. In fact, he was secretly delighted at spending any time with you.
After yelling a quick hi! to your parents, you both bounded up the stairs and into your bedroom. It was pretty much stripped now, years worth of blue tack and marks and scuffs on the wall. Your entire childhood packed neatly away into boxes; some for college, some for the attic, some for the dump. Steve in particular was drawn to the pile of photos on your nightstand. It was you and him through the years - some were a little dog-eared and frayed, but the two little kids smiling back at him never faltered.
He put them down and glanced over at you. You were sat on the bed now, having discarded your clothes for a pair of sweats and one of his hoodies. He'd leant that to you last year after a day at the lake - naturally, you'd gone running in totally unplanned in your clothes. He'd stood at the side the entire time, too scared of getting his hair wet.
That had always been one of his regrets; holding back. Not just the day at the lake, but the time you'd gone tree climbing and waved to him whilst he waited at the bottom. The time you rode all the big coasters at Coney Island and smiled at him as you went by. You were always going a thousand miles an hour and Steve just fucking stood there, waving as time passed him by. And now you were about to loop-de-loop right away from him.
He watched as you frowned in concentration, hands scrawling away at a messy to-do list. Pack, buy new toothbrush, apply for job, find class schedule. It was the most organised he'd ever seen you.
"You're being awfully quiet," you commented without even looking up. "What's on your mind?"
"Nothing's on my mind."
"Steve, please," you scoffed. "You've been my best friend for fourteen years. Don't try and act like you're not deep in thought about something. What is it? A car? A girl-"
"- kind of," he said. "I was thinking about...us."
You peered up at him, eyebrows creasing. "Us?"
"Yeah. Don't you think we're pretty great?"
"Yeah," you smiled. "You're my best friend, Steve. Nothing will ever change that."
Steve sighed to himself. Wasn't that the whole problem? You were friends. Best, best fucking friends. And even though it was no secret that you yourself had little thoughts and feelings about him, they never seemed to overlap. You'd liked him when he dated Nancy. Then by the time they'd broken up, you were hooking up with the Dungeons and Dragons kid who had been held back two years. Then by the time that ended, Steve was onto his next fling.
And now you were going away. Maybe that's why he was yearning.
"Nothing at all?"
You frowned. "Nothing."
"Not even this?"
To be honest, Steve wasn't really thinking straight. Plagued by nothing but regret and hankering, he threw aside your to-do list and dove across the bed. His hands found your waist, pulling you towards him with might. It didn't take a genius to work out what was going on; even though his actions took you by surprise, you still tangled a hand in his hair when his lips came down on yours, the other finding it's way to the loop of of his best.
He pulled you closer, tongue slipping inside your mouth. You didn't mean to let out a gentle moan as he did, but fuck. Steve Harrington was a good kisser and it was annoying that all those rumours you'd tried to ignore in high school were true.
Steve sat up, pulling you into his lap. He moved his lips from yours, moving down to just below your ear. You didn't protest, instead dropping your head in the crook of his neck.
It wasn't until there was a knock at your door that you both jumped.
The sound was like a cold bucket of water over your head, snapping you back to reality. Fuck. You'd just made out with Steve. He had never been the King of Hawkins high to you; he was the kid that tried to kill Sherm over a decade ago. The same kid who got yellow braces because he thought they looked cool. The same kid that secretly cried every time Vienna by Billy Joel came on the radio.
"Honey, how's packing going?" your mum called. "I'm going to the landfill early tomorrow so make sure that you-"
"- yeah, I will!" you cut her off, trying to catch your breath. "Thanks, mum!"
There was the fall of footsteps as she walked away, leaving you and your best friend to sit there and deal with the consequences of your actions. You were still sat in Steve's lap, cheeks warm with something that wasn't quite embarrassment. His chest was heaving in time with yours, eyes refusing to break your gaze.
"What the fuck did we just do?" you asked.
"I...uh...I kissed you. And you kissed me back, and then I put my hand here and you put yours there and-"
"- it was a rhetorical question!" you exclaimed. "Oh my god, I'm still sat in your lap."
Rolling off of him, you landed on the bed next to Steve. You immediately pulled your hood up, tugging on the strings so that it tightened around your cheeks and hid your face. The worst part of all this was that you'd enjoyed it. Had the universe - in the form of your mother - not interfered, you had no doubt in your mind that you probably would have fucked your best friend. That certainly was a jarring revelation.
"Did you..." you began, but then paused. "Had you thought about doing that for a long time?"
"Yeah, I guess," Steve admitted. "Not like constantly but there's been moments over the last few years. And then I saw you sitting there in my clothes and we're about to say goodbye and-"
"- no we're not, Steve," you grumbled. "Because I'm going to see you at Christmas, and then like every weekend after that, and...Jesus Christ. Was that meant as an impulsive thing or an actual thing?"
He shrugged. "I wouldn't kiss my best friend of fifteen years just for one night. I could go out to a shitty bar downtown and find anyone for that."
"Why now?"
"Can you blame a guy for shooting his shot?" Steve tried to joke, but you didn't laugh "I mean...yeah. Maybe I was thinking about you and I being more than you and I. It seems dumb now."
"Your timing is fucking awful, Steve Harrington," you gave him a small smile, gently running a hand over his face. "You could have asked me at any point before now and I would have said yes."
"But?"
"But I'm moving half way across the fucking country in two days!" you exclaimed. "You're my best friend and I love you but our lives are about to change. The stakes are too high and you are far too important for me to risk losing, okay?"
Steve smiled, giving you a nod. It could have been worse - it could have been a straight up no. A why fuck would I ever love you? or a broken nose. It was still rejection, but it was just...timing. Bad timing. Maybe he just had to wait.
He was okay with that.
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I cried so much seeing Lee again and now reading this story....đđđđ
Lee Scoresby x Reader-Grief Is The Price That's Paid For Love
It's been a while since I've written a story for Lee but I've been re-watching His Dark Materials (+binging the new season!) and I couldn't resist writing this.
I hope you all enjoy this! đ
Warnings: Grief
His Dark Materials spoilers below!!
âLeeâŚâ Y/n whispered, her eyes blurring with tears as she raised her hand to his cheek.
He still looked like Lee; even down to his iconic cowboy hat, and his eyes, they still had a flicker of mischief in them. But it was nothing like the spark that once lived there and his skin was cold to the touch and graying, nothing like how it was before.
 Because he was dead.
 He was deadâŚÂ
She had hoped she wouldnât see him here; but in her heart she knew something had happened to him. She couldnât explain it; but for a while now she had just felt this dull ache in her heart.Â
Thatâs why she followed Lyra and Will to The Land Of The DeadâŚshe hoped that the ache in her heart was just from missing him as they had not seen each other in so long.Â
Her dĂŚmon, Y/d/n felt it too; and although it was excruciatingly painful for them to be apart; Y/d/n understood why.
But now, she had her answer. The man she loved, the man she planned to have a future with, to share adventures with, to have a family with and to grow old with, was standing right in front of her, nothing more than a ghost.Â
âOh, sweetheart,â Lee breathed, leaning into her touch, before swooping her up in his arms, holding her closer than ever before. He never thought heâd get this opportunity; the chance to hold his Y/n in his arms again, so he was going to savor every last second he possibly could.
They stayed like that for a while, knowing that this would be one of the very last times theyâd be able to hold each other.
âWhat are you doing here?â he questioned softly, lifting his head from her shoulder to look at her.
Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot from the silent tears sheâd been crying, had he not already been dead, he knew his heart probably wouldâve shattered there and then at the sight of his Y/n.Â
âI had a feeling something had happened to youâŚI justâŚI neededâŚI need to know,â Y/n answered back, trying desperately (and failing) to hold back her tears as she held onto him, never wanting to let him go.Â
âIâm sorry, my love,â he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead; his hands cupping either side of her face.Â
âCome on, no tears,â he sniffled, trying to hold back his own tears as his thumbs wiped away her fallen ones.Â
âHow can I not cry?â Y/n asked; allowing the tears to fall from her eyes, âYouâre dead, LeeâŚyouâre deadâŚand I wasnât there-â
The words that fell from her mouth just made her cry more as realisation and guilt washed over her.Â
âIf you were there you wouldâve died too,â Lee soothed; his fingers softly rubbing either side of her neck.Â
âAt least weâd be together,âÂ
âSweetheart,â Lee began, stopping himself for a moment to blink away the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes, âI love you and I wish we could stay together but we canât. I need you to live for me; go on all those adventures we planned to,â
He knew how much pain she was in.Â
He felt it.Â
He wanted nothing more than to walk out of this world, alive and with the woman he loved, to live the future theyâd dreamed of.Â
But he couldnât.Â
He knew that all they could do now was say goodbye.
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Why do you like sharks?
Steve is so mean... đŤ I think I would panic if I was laying down beside him too đ
omg scenario #1 with steve, i'll die đŠ
thank you for your request ⼠please don't die, love u
[Sleepovers were something we usually did back then. But now that weâre adults, I canât keep my mind straight with your chest/back pressed into me like that, and your hair splayed over the pillows.]
"Stop moving around," Steve pleads, voice low and husky with exhaustion.
It's a valid thing to ask, you must admit. The bed is warm, the pillow under your head is comfy, and the room is not too dim nor too bright â it's pleasantly dark, just how you like it. Paired up with the sound of soft rain coming from outside, it's a sanctuary for sleeping, one might say.
One who's not lying in the same bed as Steve Harrington, that is.
It was much easier when you were both little, just two friends sleeping together innocently, no confusing feelings or inconvenient thoughts getting in the way. Now all you've got are inconvenient thoughts and confusing feelings.
Steve's not one to make things easier, of course. He is totally oblivious to the effect it has, he must be. Otherwise, he wouldn't be lying so close to you, wouldn't have brushed your hair out of the way and certainly wouldn't be breathing against the back of your neck now, slowly and maddeningly.
You shift restlessly; you can't help it. The immediate response you get is a groan of protest as Steve leans in closer, the tip of his nose touching your warm skin. You breath catches. In your mind, you're swearing enough to put a sailor to shame.
"Y/N."
"Sorry."
His hand slides innocently down your side, fingertips touching your rib. Oh shit, you think, biting the inside of your cheek. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
"You're all tense," he observes. It's a little unnerving to hear his voice in the dark. Not seeing him, but knowing exactly where he is, where your body ends and his begins.
"Sorry," you say again. You're not very confident you can form any other words at this point.
"Stop apologizing."
Steve's hand slides closer to your belly, where it touches a sliver of exposed, sensitive skin.
You feel it the moment he lifts his head off the pillow behind you. "You've got goosebumps," he says. You feel like punching him all of a sudden. "Are you cold?"
It's the damn opposite of cold. It's scorching, suffocating, hot enough to keep you from breathing, you want to say.
"No."
You know he'd offer to get you another blanket if he thought you were cold. You also know you'd quite literally melt if that happened; the heat radiates off of Steve like he's a damn heater, spreading towards your body where his chest meets your back.
It would have been comforting â it is quite cold outside â if you weren't, in fact, very tense. Very aware of the way he lets his fingertips brush against your skin slowly, carefully, of how his hot breath makes goosebumps bloom on the sensitive skin of your shoulder, of your neckâŚ
"Steve."
Sounds dangerously close to a moan. Steve drags his hand over your belly and the exposed sliver of skin expands and expands some more. Your chest rises and falls as you try to remember the right way to breathe, letting your mouth fall open, releasing a sigh that sounds too loud in the silence of the room.
His lips touch the very spot where your shoulder meets your neck, too confident to be accidental.
Then he chuckles â it's low, subtle. Steve's trying his best to hide it. But when you turn around and see the outline of his face in the darkness, what you find is clear â a smirk, a bubbly giggle threatening to break out.
"Oh my God," you say, mortified, jumping off the bed as he giggles sweetly. "You are so mean, Steve!"
"Wait! Get back here, sweetheart!"
I want a romance like that 𼺠so cute. Marc is such a big baby đ¤
Magic Kisses
Steven Grant x GN!Reader x Marc Spector
Summary: When Marc and Steven fall and hurt themselves, you know exactly what will make them feel better.
Word Count: 1,434
Warnings: Mentions of cuts and bruises from minor injuries, a bit of suggestive language, kissing, lots of fluff. Also no pronouns are used for the reader, but the reader is implied to have longer hair.
a/n: This is based before theyâre aware of Jake. Thatâs why he doesnât make an apearance this time. But even without him, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Marc cursed loudly as you cleaned the large cut on his hand with disinfectant. âThat hurts you know!â He hissed trying to rip his hand out of your grasp. You rolled your eyes, firmly holding it in place as he whined at you like a child. This was probably the fifth time heâd done so.
âOh hush, you big baby. Iâm almost done,â you teased, the corners of your lips twitching as they threatened to smile. He huffed at you and rolled his eyes just as you had. âThatâs what you said ten minutes ago,â he mumbled in a grumpy sounding voice, though you could hear that he was also slightly teasing.
Now you smiled and laughed out loud. âMarc, baby, Iâve only been cleaning you up for five minutes at most.â He grumbled but didnât disagree. âBesides, itâs not my fault you and Steven got into a fight with the sidewalk.â
You laughed at his gaped open mouth at your apparent audacity to say such a thing. âFirst of all, how dare you,â Steven said now getting in on the conversation, âI didnât have anything to do with that. It was Marcâs fault we fell. He was too busy staring at your-â âShut up, Steven,â Marc forcefully butted in, a faint blush settling into his cheeks.
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if you use music to cope with anxiety, depression or to help with your ADHD (like me) reblog, I'm trying to prove a point to my teacher
Sofiii, me encantan tus edits. Son las cosas mĂĄs preciosas de este mundo. ÂżPodrĂas hacer uno de Valentino Alonso, por favor? đĽş
Valentino Alonso đ¤
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The original post only has US helplines. I've added UK helplines underneath. It would be great if people could add numbers from everywhere in the world.
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Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433
LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255
Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386
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Eating Disorders Hotline: 1-847-831-3438
Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673
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Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000
Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253
Child Abuse: 1-800-422-4453
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