Boyfriend

boyfriend

steve harrington x gn!reader - fake dating - fluff & sexual tension - 2.3k words

best friend steve harrington plays your boyfriend for the evening

Steve was an exceptionally good friend. Who else would’ve agreed to your favor without any protest? Sure, he mulled it over for a bit when you broached the topic with him. Nodded as he pivoted away to continue checking customers out at the desk. Idly stacked the videos and typed away on the computer. 

“Will you be my boyfriend for the night?”

“Yeah, okay.” He leaned back against the counter and shrugged. “I’ll play your little boy toy.”

“Friend. Boyfriend, okay? It’s just for the evening.” You gave him a tight smile. “It’s just every time I go out with these friends, it’s always brought up how I’m still single and I just need a breather.”

“You could always tell them to shut it.” 

“I’ll pick you up at seven, Steve.”

“Nuh-uh.” Steve pointed a finger at you, a stern look on his face. “If I’m playing boyfriend, I’m playing a good boyfriend. Okay? I’m picking you up. Seven o’clock, sharp. Got it?”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out as you conceded without argument, backing out of the video store with your hands up. 

“Fine, fine, Harrington. I’ll see you at seven sharp.” Steve was there exactly at seven, banging on the top of his car when you were already walking outside to greet him. He looked personally offended you’d stopped him from knocking on your door–as if your friends were there to see this portion. You couldn’t stop laughing as you climbed into his passenger seat, smacking his arm when he started on a tangent about how he was going to play every part of being your fake boyfriend and he was going to play it with fervor. Even down to the little things like getting you at your door. 

“Oh yeah, then where are my flowers?” 

“Flowers suck to hold when they’re given before the date, dingus. Alright, you give them on a date when you’re not going somewhere immediately after, especially when you have to go sit through a dinner.”

“Did you just call me a dingus?” 

“You–Hey, listen. That’s not the point.” Steve sighed and shifted to sit straighter in his seat, but he lost all his steam when he glanced over and saw you grinning in amusement at him. “I hate you.”

“You wouldn’t be here if you did.” You leaned over as much as you could and dropped your head against his arm. “Thank you again, by the way.”

“Yeah, sure.” He shrugged you off, but the soft smile he always seemed to have was there. “Should we set any ground rules or anything?”

“Ground rules?”

You checked your reflection in his mirror and cocked a brow. The restaurant wasn’t far from your neighborhood, but Steve was taking his sweet time driving there. You had no complaints, though, not as his radio let out a low hum of catchy music. You bobbed your head and tapped your foot to the beat. 

“Yeah, I mean like–okay. They’re going to think I’m your boyfriend, so they’ll probably expect me to do some like…boyfriend things. But I don’t want to cross any boundaries. So.” He threw his hand in your direction. “Ground rules.” 

“Oh.” You sat back. You hadn’t even thought about that. But you didn’t exactly have the luxury to come up with some sort of list to run off to Steve. “I don’t know. I trust you. Do whatever you think will sell it. I’ll just follow your lead.”

Steve’s brow rose, dark eyes flickering over to you for a moment before pulling into the parking lot. He pursed his lips and nodded, wiping his hands on his lap as you watched his hair bounce. 

“Steve, I’m supposed to be the nervous one, not you.” You slid out of your seat, throwing your door open. Steve followed. “It’ll be fine. We don’t have to act any differently than normal.”

“Nah, it’s not…” Steve shook his head and held the restaurant door open for you. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s do this.”

His hand sliding into yours was the first moment your heart skipped a beat. It was a fairly harmless act as the two of you approached your friends. They were already engrossed in conversation at a big corner booth. 

Thankfully, your friends ran in a separate group from Steve Harrington. Yeah, they knew the name–anyone who’d gone to Hawkins High School did–but now he was known less as the heartthrob jock and more as one of your closest friends. And since all you’d said when you’d agreed to get together that you’d be bringing your partner along, when they all turned and saw Steve Harrington holding your hand, it wasn’t the heartthrob version. It was the best friend finally turned boyfriend. 

There were still a good amount of surprised expressions on their faces as you said your hellos. You reintroduced Steve before you took your seats, your cheeks burning hot as they continued to look between you and Steve. Particularly where his hand was intertwined with yours. Where it stayed like that after you slid into the booth and he leaned over to pointedly share a menu with you, his hand resting over yours holding the menu. 

“Now who’s nervous,” he murmured when the menu shook in your hold.

“Shut up, Harrington,” you snapped back and gripped the menu tighter. 

“Mhm.” He got close, and you felt his hair tickle your cheek. “Dingus.” 

It was a little difficult to fall into conversation, especially as Steve seemed to inch closer to you as the night went on. He even insisted on sharing sips of your drinks and bites of your meals. It was halfway through one sip of his soda that his arm dropped around your shoulders and he ran his fingers along your arm. You nearly choked on the drink, and Steve laughed as he leaned over. 

“You good there, babe?” His voice was a whisper in your ear, and it made an unexpected warmth tingle down your neck. 

“Fine,” you squeaked out in between coughs. “Sorry.”

Besides the unexpected tingling that came with Steve’s little touches as he played his part, the night was going well. It’d been the first night in a while where you actually enjoyed hanging out with the group. Not that you didn’t before–but you gravitated towards Steve and Robin for a reason. There was something infinitely more enjoyable about huddling up on the couch to watch a movie than being dragged out to get black-out drunk and dancing with strangers as they tried to get you laid. 

“Is this why you always turned down our blind dates?” Marcy, a girl you’d known since you were a kid, leaned forward and wiggled her eyebrows. “Been crushing on Harrington this whole time? Oh, don’t tell me you’ve been pining after him since he and Nancy got together.” 

“No,” you scoffed, cheeks getting hot again. “I didn’t even know Steve until senior year.” 

“Yeah, but you admired. I remember that. From afar.” 

Steve turned and looked at you. That was the one thing you’d never mentioned to him when you’d started being friends. Interdimensional beings kind of took priority and outweighed a little crush you had back in school. And it was awfully hard to not be embarrassed by it given that he was pretending to be your boyfriend. He would’ve already been privy to that if you were actually dating. 

The hand you had on your thigh tightened until your fingers dug painfully into you, and Steve threw a glance down. 

His next move was slow and calculated. 

“Had I not been so preoccupied back then, I’m sure it wouldn’t have taken as long for me to notice (Y/N),” he murmured as he leaned in. His lips ghosted over your neck and you tried not to suck in a sharp breath or have it hitch. But the feeling of his hair tickling your skin and the warmth of his mouth as he pressed a soft kiss just beneath your ear? It was too much. The hand on your leg moved to his, and you squeezed. “But it’s safe to say they’ve already forgiven me for my lack of awareness.”

Steve’s hand fell atop yours, and you swallowed hard as he pulled back. His arm stayed around your shoulders and he reached up, nudging your chin for you to look at him. At his perfectly charming face that held none of the nerves he’d had an hour ago in the car. His mouth curved into a heart-stopping smile as his eyes glanced down at your lips. Those pearly white teeth dug into his bottom lip, and he pitched forward, nudging your nose with his. 

His mouth brushed against yours with the most fleeting, teasing, ghost of a kiss. 

“Yeah,” you huffed out when he moved back. “I have.” 

You tried your damnedest, but there was no stopping your fingers from coming up and brushing your mouth. Steve shook a bit with stifled laughter as he turned back to face Marcy, but he contained most of it. Didn’t stop you from fixing your gaze on a random balled-up napkin on the table, fingers still touching your lips. 

The tingling on your mouth turned into fluttering as it traveled down towards your stomach. 

Turned into something far more complicated as it continued lower. 

“So, we’re going to be seeing a lot more of you then, Harrington?” 

You weren’t sure who said it; you weren’t really paying attention anymore. 

“I work weird hours right now, but just say the word. I’ll drop everything for (Y/N).” He hugged you closer and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Thanks for letting me tag along tonight. I enjoyed meeting you guys.”

You almost smacked Steve when the waiter came back, and you realized he’d covered your meal. But you didn’t. You didn’t do much of anything as you said your goodbyes and Steve laced his fingers with yours again. You trailed behind him a few steps as you went to his car, and he glanced over your shoulder as the rest of your group followed and parted. A few were parked a few cars down, and they walked towards it. 

You thought you were in the clear once you got back to Steve’s car, but as soon as he saw your friends, he stopped. He moved his hand from your door handle and it went to your hip, shoving you back and pushing a little oof from you. Your mind stalled as the cold metal drove through your clothes and Steve’s hand–so warm and soft–went to your cheek. 

It wasn’t the chaste kiss from the restaurant. He moaned as his mouth touched yours and you immediately forgot where you were, what you were doing, the fact that it was a show you were putting on. That forgetfulness had you kissing him back, and his tongue swiped against yours. His hips pushed forward, a knee slotting between yours, and his teeth nipped at your bottom lip. His chest rumbled as your fingers hooked through his belt loops and tugged him closer and the ounce of control that seemed to remain in the kiss was close to breaking. 

It lasted long enough for your friends to pull out of their spot and honk as they passed by. 

“Wanted to sell it,” he murmured when they were gone. His hands fell from you and he took a step back. 

His pupils were blown, cheeks pink, chest heaving, and lips puffy.. 

“Yeah,” you huffed, legs like jello as Steve reached forward and opened the car door. You fell into the seat as gracefully as one could after that. 

Steve was running his hand over his mouth as he climbed into the driver’s seat and started the ignition. It was all soft music during the ride back. Soft music, a hint of static, and the faintest uneven breathing as you both recovered from the sudden kiss. 

Neither of you said a word until you were home.

“So, uh,” you started as Steve put the car into park outside your house. “Thanks for, uh, pretending. You know. Thanks.”

“Mhm.” He nodded, eyes on the steering wheel. “‘Course.”

“Steve.”

“Hm?” He looked up, his expression unreadable. 

“Uh, never mind. I’ll see you tomorrow at Robin’s for movie night.” 

You shoved the door open and climbed out. You were five steps from your door when you heard the car door jerk open and when you glanced behind you, Steve was standing. He looked out over your neighborhood before he tapped the top of the car a few times and met your gaze. 

“Robin’s closing tomorrow.”

“Oh.” You turned your house keys over in your fingers. “Another time then.”

“My parents are out of town for the weekend.” Even from far away, you could see his fingers fidgeting on the roof of the car. “If you wanted to...relocate it.”

It was definitely a dangerous territory but you couldn’t stop your heart from swelling and stuttering as Steve’s cheeks turned bright red. It traveled down his neck and he ran a hand through his hair, glancing elsewhere to try and hide it. 

“Yeah, I’m fine with that.”

“Great. Be at my place at eight.” He started to sit down and stopped, popping back up to give you one final look over. “It’s a date.”

Your teeth dug into your lip as you grinned, spinning your keys on your finger and backing up towards your front door. 

“It’s a date. See you tomorrow, Harrington.”

“Yeah.” He matched your grin and climbed back into his car. Loud enough for you to hear through the closed windows, he added, “see you tomorrow.”

You leaned your back against your front door as you watched him drive off. 

Maybe you should’ve given your friends a bit more credit–after all their failed setups, they’d inadvertently managed a successful one. 

Ha. And it was with Steve goddamn Harrington. 

Dancing to the beat of our hearts

Zoro Roronoa x reader

Summary : being Zoro's lover,was a dream come true. Everything was perfect about him,but...when the night comes and you see couples dancing,you cant help but to wish for more...

Warnings : none, slightly hurt/comfort,Zoro being a simp for you,soft Zoro, FLUFF,gender neutral reader

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"ANOTHER VICTORY FOR STRAW HATS!!!CHEERS!!!"

Luffy's excited shout echoes through the night,as everyone cheer and down their drinks. All around you,people were celebrating,and happily serving you and your crewmates drinks after drinks.

You and your crewmates had managed to save yet another village from pirates,and it was time to celebrate.

Everything about this village was absolutely beautiful;from the cherry trees that had blossomed just recently,making the scenery breathtaking,to its kind and warm-hearted people who knew nothing but how to love and be happy.

They apparently,also loved to dance.

When the song changes to something soft and more melodic,you watch from your place across the bonfire how couples start to gather around;hands being placed on shoulders and arms around waists. You watch and sip your suddenly too bitter drink as they dance,and the sound of their laughter fills the air.

Your eyes wander to the green haired man sitting next to the open bar across you,and your lips pull down to a frown;Zoro didnt like to dance.

You loved Zoro,of course you did,but ever since you two became a couple...things didnt get too different between the two of you.

Obviously there were small kisses here and there,and Zoro became even more protective of you if that was even possible,but you craved real romance. Like the ones you would see young couples do,or read in the books; running under the rain while laughing,going shopping or matching clothes,and of course, dancing .

You could've made a list of the dances you wished to have with Zoro on so many occasions,but you never asked. You knew Zoro;he wasnt a big fan of showing his affection openly,always choosing to show his love to you through his actions. So it didnt take a genius to guess he would absolutely rather die than to dance.

You swallow the lump in your throat and stare down to your drink. You weren't even sure what it was; probably something light since you weren't feeling even slightly drunk. Something sweet. Maybe cherry? It sure had a good smell to it. As you swing the last of your drink around the glass,you make a mental reminder to tell Sanji to get some with you back to the ship. A small smile graces your lips as you think about sailing tomorrow morning once again with your new family,but the happiness is short lived as a bitter feeling fills your chest and you find yourself blinking rapidly in hopes of not bursting in tear right there.

Was it too much to ask to have a romantic love life?

As you start to wonder whether to return to the Going Merry or ask the musicians to play some other song,a small tap on your shoulder makes you jump in your sit slightly. You turn your head,and find yourself face to face with your boyfriend.

At first, Zoro's eyes search yours for a second,before jerking his head toward the back,where the road leads to the cherry garden.

"come with me for a second."

you silently nod,and accepting his offer to help you stand,you take his much larger hand in yours and make your way toward the garden. And when you finally step inside,you let out a loud gasp.

You dont think you've ever seen anything more beautiful in your life;the way the petals of the cherry blossoms dance in the air and settle on your hair,the air having the sweet smell of the drink that you had earlier,and the moon shining the brightest you've ever seen-

And none of them could compare to the picture Zoro was making.

You've always loved Zoro;ever since the very first moment you saw him,the first time he smiled at you,and the first time he held your hand. You loved Zoro,and you believed with your soul that there was no one prettier than him.

But now,as you watch the flower petals dancing around him,and the moonlight shining on his green air as he stares at you with the softest look on his face,you cant help your heart from beating awfully faster.

You loved Zoro. And gods above,he was the most beautiful being in the whole universe.

You're so busy admiring his features that when his fingers brush against your cheek,you jump slightly. Zoro raises his fingers up to you hair,and you feel him pluck something out.

When he lowers his hand,he shows you a small cherry blossom that was trapped in your hair. And in that moment,when he raises it up to his lips,you swear the time stops all together.

Zoro closes his eyes as his lips make contact with the flower,and he slowly opens his eyes to meet yours.

"y/n," he puts the flower in the pocket right over his heart and as he takes hold of your hand,with the sound of his three swords clanking together,he kneels right in front of you. Your gap at him,and you're torn between laughing and kneeling as well.

"Zoro,whats going on?"

Zoro scowls at you.

"what does it look like I'm doing?"

"proposing?!"

"no," Zoro deadpans,and your face visibly falls, "that has to be special. Not out of blue."

Your face brightens and small laugh escapes from your lips

"then,whats going on?"

And for the very first time since meeting him,he actually looks embarrassed.

You didn't know he could feel that kind of emotion

"I'm planning to ask you for a dance,if you let me finish."

When your mouth slams shut,he sighs and unconsciously rubs his thumb against the back of your hand.

Your heart flutter at how comforting he can be even when he's not realizing it.

"Babe,i know I'm not the most romantic person in the whole world," when you let out a snort,he scowls again, "but i promise,its not because i dont love you."

He slowly raises to his feet once again,and gently leans his forehead against yours.

"i know i dont say it enough,but i love you." His hand find your waist,as your arms wrap his neck;your eyes shining with unshed tears, "and i will continue loving you until my last breath."

You let out a small sniffle when he kisses your wet eyelashes.

"sounds pretty much like a proposal to me."

"oh,babe,i promise you that after my proposal, you'll cry your eyes out."

You tug at his short hair and give him an unimpressed look.

"you're making my heart beat with your smooth talk,Zoro. Keep it up and you'll no longer have a lover to propose to."

And when he laughs quietly,you cant help but to pull him down for a kiss.

The sound of the music in the background,makes everything feel surreal. The way Zoro holds you so gently,and his lips moving against yours with urgency,reminds you how passionate he can be. And its right there,that Zoro reminds your how much he actually loves you.

The sound of the music is still audible in the background,so when he starts swinging you side by side,you cant help the giddy laugh that escapes you. Zoro gives you a gentle smile,and kisses your forehead.

"from now on,tell me what you desire. I'll make all your dreams come true."

And when you raise your head to lock your lips with his once again,a small whisper leaves your lips.

"dont worry. All my dreams had already came true the moment i laid my eyes one you."

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Hi! Could I pls request a Steve x shy!reader drabble? Maybe they’re a bit of a bookworm and they have a meet cute at a library or bookstore or something ☺️ I love your fics, and I hope you’re having a good day! 💛

i've been working on this wip for ages but i loved this request too much not to finish! thanks for being patient with me anon!

summary: steve hopeless romantic harrington meets shy!reader at a bookstore and fluffy awkwardness ensues (meet cute, strangers to lovers-ish, fluff, 2.1k)

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Five hours go by like minutes, tucked away in the back of the library — your own little corner of the world. 

Because all your spare cash went to groceries and good food (and the newest Margaret Atwood novel just dropped), you hide in the back of the bookstore and get lost in the nostalgic earthy scent of the thick pages you’ve been waiting ages to read. 

You sit between the dystopian and gothic fiction aisles, back propped against the former with your knees folded to your chest, and speed-read as much as you can before closing.

The in-store café offers complimentary coffee and bagels. It’s lukewarm and a little cardboard-y, but it’s fuel nonetheless. You only get up once to use the bathroom and stretch your stiff limbs. Other than that very brief break, you’re relatively unbothered — until page 196, anyway.

“Where are the porno mags?” a male voice wonders from a few aisles down. It’s not the first voice you’ve heard all day, but it’s certainly the closest.

A feminine voice follows, nearer now. “There’s no porn, dingus. I was just saying that so you’d drive me here.”

“…That’s so fucked up.”

“You’ll get over it.”

“No, actually. I won’t. This might be the end of our friendship, now that I think about it.”

Their conversation draws closer and closer to you in time with their nearing footsteps. You figure they must be looking for a different section — certainly not the one you’ve had to yourself all day — but then they turn the corner of the aisle and stop short when they find you sitting there.

“Oh,” a pretty girl hums as she stares down at you, rouge mouth forming a softly pouted ‘o’ shape. 

Her hair is a sandy color, like a beach, and it’s chopped at her shoulders. She wears a pair of slacks and suspenders over an oversized button-up. She looks like a character from a book you wish you could write. 

She smiles down at you, a tad bit awkwardly. “Hello…”

“Shit— ” you curse, scrambling to get your legs out of the aisle. Your face burns as you bring your knees back to your chest. “I’m sorry.”

“No worries,” she shrugs and walks on by you. 

A pretty boy follows.

His hair is a really specific shade of brown — like chocolate syrup mixed with honey. It’s pushed back over his forehead, messy with intention. A few strands hang over his thick brows like they’re meant to be there. He’s got a layer of scruff on his chiseled jaw that’s a shade lighter than his actual hair. 

His wide eyes are a similar chocolate-syrup-honey color.

He’s almost annoyingly pretty. The kind of pretty that seems unfair.

“Don’t apologize to her,” the pretty boy jokes with a lopsided smile. “She’s a total bully.”

The pretty girl interjects. “Don’t listen to him. He’s an idiot. And stop bothering her, dingus— she’s obviously trying to read.”

You breathe out an awkward laugh through your nose. 

You don’t want them to think you’re actually annoyed, but you don’t have the words to tell them that. You have no idea what to say to them, actually. They’re obviously far cooler than you are, and the notion almost threatens you.

The pretty boy doesn’t follow his pretty friend. He lets her roam the aisle, obviously in search of something, and leans against the gothic fiction section across from you.

“So, uh… What are you reading?” he asks.

You don’t trust your voice to answer him verbally, lest the words get stuck in your throat and make you sound like Kermit the Frog. You flash him the dystopic, renaissance painting-esque cover with a tightlipped smile.

“Handmaid’s Tale,” he reads with a squint, then nods. “Sounds fun.”

“It’s not,” the pretty girl scoffs. She thumbs through her own copy of the book that she plucked from the shelf. “It’s the one I was telling you about on the way over.”

The pretty boy’s face screws up in disgust. “Oh. The one with gross men?”

“The one with the gross men.”

He turns back to you, looking apologetic. “Sorry, I take it back. Not fun.”

You smile wordlessly in response.

“He’s Steve, by the way,” the pretty girl says to you, nodding to the pretty boy. “I figured if he’s gonna keep weirdly hovering over you, you should probably know his name—”

“I’m not hovering!”

“—You can call him dingus if you want. I’m Robin.”

“Hi,” you greet, quiet and mousy.

“Do you come around here often?” the boy — Steve — wonders, bushy brows pinched and burly arms crossed over his chest. “I feel like I’ve seen you before—”

“Ugh. Stop flirting with her.”

“I’m asking a question!”

You purse your lips to the side in attempts to hide your smile and your gaze back to your book. 

They argue like a married couple. You wonder how long they’ve been together — six months or six years?

“Sorry about him. He’s not usually this annoying,” Robin quips with a playful twinkle in her deep ocean eye. She slams the book closed with a ringed handand walks back towards you. She pushes Steve ahead and away from you in the process. “Alright, I got the goods. Let’s go before they close.”

Your eyes widen as you look down at your wrist. 

Ten minutes until eight o’clock. 

You turn to the book once more and find that you’re about a hundred pages shy from the end of it. You tend to read like a maniac if you’re focused enough, but there’s no way you’re finishing it before closing.

“Shit…”

“You okay?” Steve asks, still lingering at the very end of the aisle, though Robin has already left for check-out.

You rise and straighten out your clothes — the very un-special sweatshirt and baggy jeans duo you’d changed into after work. It’s not unlike the navy blue henley and similarly colored denim he’s got on, but you don’t look nearly as pretty as he does.

“Yeah,” you shrug, not quite meeting his gaze as you return the book that feels like it only fits in your hands. “I just— I didn’t realize how late it was.”

You don’t expect to see Steve looking so concerned when you turn back to him. His brows are furrowed, honey eyes glinting in question. “You’re not getting it? You looked like you were almost done.”

“Oh, I don’t— I can’t…” you stammer then trail off, fidgeting awkwardly ahead of him. 

You don’t want this pretty boy’s first impression of you to be that you’re completely and utterly broke. Even if this is the last you ever see of him, you’ll only be remembered as that one girl from the bookstore who couldn’t buy herself anything. 

“I figured I could just come buy tomorrow and finish it…”

“Oh. Okay. Well, it was… it was nice meeting you, then.”

“You, too,” you murmur with a tightlipped smile, eager to get away from a moment you don’t feel very deserving of. 

Out of every girl this pretty boy could’ve chosen, why did it have to be the one in the very back of the bookstore who was too poor to get anything other than a free coffee and bagel? 

You chuck both in the bin as you head towards the exit.

The sun has almost finished setting when you leave — mostly disappeared over the skyline, but painting the sky a deep lavender shade unique to the twilight hour. You stand at the crosswalk — the man on the speaker shouting “wait!” at your side — as you anticipate the orange hand across the street to turn into a white stick figure.

“I told you she’d still be here,” a familiar voice sounds from a few paces behind you, mostly drowned out by the sounds of passing cars. A louder “hey!” follows. You only think the voice might be calling for you until it comes closer. 

“Hey!” It comes again, louder now.

You look over your shoulder and find Steve from the Bookstore striding towards you. 

Both happy and confused to see him, your wavering smile is paired with a pair of furrowed brows. “Hey…”

“Sorry, you just— you left this.”

When your eyes manage to flit away from his sculpted face — which you just noticed looks eerily similar to Michelangelo’s David — you find that he’s holding a book in his hands. Handmaid’s Tale. The same copy you were reading, dog-eared just like you left it.

Your contorted features never falter. “I didn’t…” you trail off with the shake of your head, laughing softly. “I didn’t buy that.”

“No, I know,” Steve shrugs with a crooked grin. “I did.”

You think he might be implying he bought it for you, but then you realize that’s crazy, because why would he do that for you? That’s the sort of thing that happens to girls in Brontë novels, not to you.

“Youdid?” you echo like an idiot because it’s all you can think to say.

“Yeah. ‘Cause, you know, you looked pretty interested in it and everything…”

“But you didn’t have to… You didn’t have to buy it for me—”

“It’s not a big deal. Seriously. I mean, it’ll save you the extra trip down here tomorrow, right?”

You meet his confident grin with a trembling one. “I can’t take it…”

“Well, if you don’t take it, that means I have to keep it, and—”

“He’s pretty much illiterate,” Robin calls from a little ways behind him.

She’s waiting by a pretty maroon car. It looks like a luxury model of some kind, shiny like it’s fresh off the lot. She leans against it like it’s hers, but Steve’s got the keys in his hand — the one not holding the book he bought for you.

“…I was gonna say I haven’t read anything since junior year of high school, but sure,” he concedes with a shrug. His eyes sparkle down at you— or maybe it’s just the street lamps flickering on. Either way, you feel your stomach whirling. He waves the book at you. “Take it. You’ll actually read it.”

“But…” you trail off, eyes flickering over to Robin. You step closer to Steve and lean in like you’re about to tell him a secret. “Won’t your girlfriend be upset?”

“Girlfriend?” the boy repeats with pinched brows. He goes soft with realization a second later, then starts to laugh. “No. Robin, she’s— No. She’s not really my type.”

“Oh. Shit. Sorry,” you stammer with wide eyes. 

If cool, pretty girls aren’t his type, then there’s no way in hell you are. 

Slightly comforted by his assurances, when he motions the book to you again, you take it. 

“Well, thank you, Steve. That’s… That’s really nice.”

He shrugs again. “’S no big deal. Really.”

“But I feel a little bad,” you confess quietly, peeking at him from beneath your lashes while you fidget with the book in your anxious hands. “I feel like I should give you something in return, or, I don’t know, like—”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Steve assures with the shake of his head. He swipes a hand through the chocolate-honey locks and flashes you a smile that borders on shy. “But if you wanted to go out for coffee or something sometime, then I’d be willing to call it even.”

Your cheeks burn. You don’t know if you’re breathing anymore, or if you even can. A quiet smile quirks at the corner of your mouth as you nod. “Coffee sounds good,” you answer sheepishly.

“Cool,” Steve replies coolly, like he isn’t totally beaming down at you. “Then, just… call me whenever you’re free.”

“Oh, I don’t— I don’t have your number.”

His sneakers scuff against the sidewalk as he walks backwards to his car. He just nods at you, smiling gently as he argues, “Yeah, you do.”

Your brows furrow in confusion — because you most certainly don’t. He was a stranger to you a little more than ten minutes ago. You have no reason to have his number. 

Realization settles over you like pinpricks down your spine, butterflies in your belly. 

You open the front cover of the book and find several numbers written down at the very bottom of the cover page.

Call me when you finish, the note reads in half-legible chicken scratch. I’m not really a book guy, but I could probably hear you talk about them all day.

He signs off with his name, number, and a sloppy smiley face. 

You don’t realize you’re beaming until you already are. 

When you look back up at Steve, you find him standing at the open driver’s side door, already smiling back at you.

“there’s a frog in your throat and you’re fourteen all over again” the best description of being shy omggg

hi bug! can I please request the dialogue prompt “Hold up, she said what?” with steve and shy!reader? maybe she is robin’s friend and robin tells steve something reader said (maybe that she thinks steve is cute or nice or something of the sort), and it leads to a cute conversation between the two?

ty for requesting angel!! — steve finds out the cute girl at the record store likes him and decides to bring her ice cream as a proclamation of love (shy!fem!reader, friends to lovers, tooth-rotting fluff, 2.3k)

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“Wait, wait, wait,” Steve interjects suddenly, a metal scoop in his hand and a wild look in his eye. “She said what?”

Robin fumbles with the metal tub of Peppermint-Chip ice cream she’s refilling. It clangs when she drops it into place with haphazard care. The shop goes unusually silent without her rambling to fill the dead air. Holly, Jolly Christmas crackles quietly from the broken speakers overhead.

The girl blinks at him with a wide ocean gaze. Her rogue-tinted mouth falls softly agape. She knows she’s said the wrong thing, but she can’t remember what.

“...Huh?”

“What’d you just say?”

Her doe eyes flit to the left for a moment. It takes her a second or more to recall the words she’d only just said. She does this thing sometimes where she rambles on and on about nothing, and Steve was the first person in the whole world to let her. So it’s way too easy for her to tell him a billion things at once and forget about all of them a second later.

“That the music store just got new cassettes in?” Robin answers, her gritty voice a few octaves higher than usual.

Steve nods slow and with a crooked grin that pulls at the corners of his mouth. He rests his elbow on the glass case above the ice cream and eggs her on. “After that?”

“…That you and the pretty new girl that works there have the same taste in music?”

“Before that.”

“That she said she wanted to show you the new tapes,” she says, wincing with the realization that she had, in fact, said the wrong thing. A secret she swore not to tell has just spilled from her lips without her even knowing it.

“And?” Steve lilts with a wider, rosier smile.

“Because she likes you…” Robin confesses (or rather, re-confesses) with her teeth gritted.

Even though Steve had heard her perfectly the first time, hearing it the second makes his heart skip a beat. The pulsing organ lurches into his throat. He almost forgets how to breathe.

“She likes me?” he repeats, mostly whispering, with an incredulous gape of shock. His bushy brows raise until his forehead wrinkles. His eyes go wide until the honey of them starts to glimmer.

Despite her best friend’s lovesick disposition, Robin’s freckled face hardens. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that,” she rumbles like a storm cloud, knocking her shoulder against his when she walks by him.

“Why?” Steve retorts like a child, following behind her just the same. 

He nearly bumps into her when she stops short at the deep freezer. She returns the cloth mits she carried the ice cream in with after spending her whole break organizing the case by color. Steve could never even be bothered to put the damn things back where they belonged in the first place.

“Because I swore to her I wouldn’t,” Robin agonizes, then whips around to face him again. Her features are twisted like a hurt puppy as she pleads. “Don’t tell her I said anything either, okay? She’ll hate me.”

Steve wasn’t planning on it. Not because he thought it might make you hate her, though. He’s not entirely sure you’re capable of that. 

He’s only known you for a few months — ever since the leaves started changing color and people traded their ice cream cones for cool music at the new record store. He spent half that time admiring you across the landing, but you’ve never been anything but gentle with him. You were soft, with a soul of sunshine. 

He didn’t know it was possible to be made of sunlight until he met you.

“Well, did you tell her I liked her back?” he presses, hoping Robin might’ve done some of the hard work for him.

Her face screws up like she’s tasted something sour. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I promised you I wouldn’t.”

Steve shoots her a deadpanned look.

Robin caves. 

“It’s not like I meant to tell you she liked you just now, okay? It just came out!” she explains, gesturing wildly with her hands. “Maybe next time I stick my foot in my mouth around the new girl, I’ll tell her that you’re obsessed with her, and the two of you can finally start dating instead of making sex eyes at each other all the time.”

He wouldn’t put that past her. Robin the Mastermind, Robin the Blabbermouth, Robin the Matchmaker. But his fluttering heart is pumping with too much adrenaline now. He feels like he could move mountains with the knowledge of your affections — knowing that all his own big, fuzzy, suffocating feelings have been reciprocated all this time.

If he doesn’t talk to you now, he’s scared he’ll never work up this kind of courage again.

“No. Screw that,” he concludes with a shake of his head. He’s in King Steve mode now — feeling half as suave as he used to back when the whole town was falling at his feet — chest puffed and ego reeling. “I’m gonna go talk to her.”

Robin watches, dumbfounded, as he dumps a scoop of their best-selling ice cream into a paper bowl. Another tub she’ll have to refill. Steve ducks under the counter door and heads for the exit. “Wait— what am I supposed to do?” the girl shouts across the empty store.

Now out in the bustling Starcourt mall and taking short strides towards the music store, Steve spins on his heel to face her. He shrugs and readjusts the sailor’s cap on his head. “Wait for me to get back.”

—————

You’ve been banished to the back of the store.

Not exactly. But that’s what it feels like.

You got a bit too overwhelmed working the front counter, and since Eddie’s crazy soft on you, he let you put up all the Christmas decorations he’d been putting off instead. It’s a win-win situation, really. 

You’re stringing up sparkling tinsel over the rows of records when a deep blue sailor’s uniform catches your eye. Looking over your shoulder, you find Steve in all his glorysauntering towards you. He’s wearing shorts even though it’s basically winter now in Indiana. He’s beaming at you like sunshine anyway.

Beneath the amber glow of the dimly lit store, he looks borderline angelic. Almost unfairly ethereal.

“What’s that?” you wonder with a smile you don’t even know is there, nodding to the Scoops Ahoy brandedcup in his hand. 

You can almost smell the syrup-cinnamon concoction of the ice cream he holds in his palm. Or maybe that’s just Steve, and the sugary sweetness is radiating from his pores after working in a confectionary shop during the holidays.

He looks at you even sweeter.

“New flavor,” he answers vaguely, smirking as he leans against the metal shelves. He stumbles slightly when it rocks beneath his weight. “Oops. Sorry. It’s, uh— It’s pancake chunks with maple syrup swirl. I call it Wake and Bake.” 

A giggle tumbles from your lips when he hands it to you. “Eddie’s gonna love that,” you murmur.

“Well, it’s actually called Breakfast in Bed, but— I don’t know— I thought my idea was better.”

“Way better,” you concur with a nod and a pretty smile.

Steve watches with attentive honey eyes as you spoon a bite into your mouth. He feels a bit like it’ll be his fault if you hate it. His irrational need to impress you always makes him feel hopelessly inadequate. 

“Woah,” you hum without your mouth still a little full. The cream melts softly on your tongue, tasting of a sweet and early morning. “This is really good.”

His brows raise, and his eyes widen. “Yeah?” he wonders. Your words wash over him like a compliment for a reason he can’t name. It feels good to make you feel good.

“Mhmm. I might have to come by after work and buy the rest of it, actually,” you joke with a curt shrug. It’s a feeble confession — your way of telling him that you want to see him more because you could never say the real thing out loud.

Your heart sinks when Steve shakes his head. Then swells when he smiles.

“No way,” he scoffs, lips curling into a lopsided grin. “I’m not gonna let you pay for it— that’s crazy.”

“You can’t keep giving me free ice cream, Steve—”

“What my manager doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he lilts lowly and with a cool shrug that makes you melt. He goes very distinctly soft when he looks at you, all scruffy-faced and sweet-eyed. 

It’s suffocatingly beautiful. You crack under the pressure of it. 

“Well, uh— Thanks for the— ice cream,” you stammer and motion the bowl back to him. Thanks for stopping by and keeping me company, but you’re too pretty and I’m not sure how much longer I can take it, you don’t say.

“You don’t want the rest?” he asks with pinched brows.

“I just… should probably get back to work, you know?”

“Eddie doesn’t let you take breaks?”

“No, he does,” you answer quickly, shifting your weight on your feet. It becomes virtually impossible to meet his gaze. “Just not with…”

Steve’s brows raise when you trail off. “Not with me?” he finishes with a laugh.

“Well, not with the… pretty-boy-ice-cream-slinger in the sailor’s uniform,” you correct, then quickly follow. “His words. Not mine.”

In all honesty, Steve couldn’t care less about what Eddie Munson has to say about him. If Hawkins’s local freak is the only thing standing between him and the pretty girl at the music store, he’s down to break a couple of dumb rules.

He takes a small step towards you. His pink smirk widens. You swear your heart stops when he looks at you with it. “You don’t think I’m pretty?” he teases with a twinkle in his squinted eye.

Suddenly, there’s a frog in your throat and you’re fourteen all over again. You’re flustered and drowning and totally unsure of yourself. “I didn’t say that,” you mutter, gaze flittering and smile wavering.

Steve goes to rest his elbow on the shelf again, then remembers its unsteadiness and decides against it. His arm rests awkwardly in the air for half a moment before he crosses both of them over his chest. 

“Well, I mean, you didn’t not say it, so…”

You squint up at him, busying your clammy hands with the melting ice cream in your palm. You know what he’s fishing for. Your pride urges you to stay silent even though your heart sings the sweetest songs for him. 

“You know you’re pretty, Steve,” you murmur matter of factly.

“But do you think I’m pretty?”

Your thundering heart lurches into your throat when Steve takes another small step closer. He smells like wintertime — like Christmas and nostalgia and boy. You don’t trust your voice to answer him verbally, so you nod, slow and sheepish.

“Good,” he hums with a beam he couldn’t hide if he tried. “‘Cause I think you’re pretty, too.”

Your chest gets all sparkly at his admission — the affirmation that all your girlish feelings are being reciprocated by a boy you never dreamed you could have. You don’t feel hardly deserving of the fondness dripping from his features, but you pray he never stops looking at you with it.

You grow warm with the irrational hope that he might kiss you. You think he might actually kiss you until your boss’s voice pierces the golden bubble of puppy love the both of you are basking in.

“How’s the decorating going?” Eddie announces himself, appearing suddenly between the two aisles.

Robin idles at his side. She’s in the feminine version of Steve’s sailor outfit — with silver chains around her neck and bandaids on her knees. Effortlessly endearing and totally unaware of it all.

You push Steve away from you without thinking, all but shoving the softening ice cream into his chest. Some of it smears white against the scarlet tie around his chest. “Sorry!” you exclaim in your moment of fleeting panic, then turn to Eddie with the same apologetic wince. “Sorry…” you repeat quieter.

“Robin?” Steve gapes at the sight of his best friend — apparently the second thing standing in his way, right beside the freak. “What the hell are you doing here— did you tattle on me? What are you, four?”

“I got lonely,” the brunette answers plainly. “And I knew you were around here somewhere, so I asked Eddie where you were—” She waves a pale hand your way, fingers painted with chipping maroon polish.  “—And now I’m here.”

Eddie grins wide and tilts his wild head to his shoulder. “Yeah. Can’t believe you’re trying to taint my one good employee, Steven.”

“I’m not tainting anybody, Munson,” he bites back like a bickering brother, then screws up his face and turns to Robin. “Wait. If you’re here, who’s manning the counter?”

Her freckled face falls like a child caught in a fib. Her deep blue eyes widen when she blinks at him. In a mousier voice, she confesses, “Dustin came by… And I told him he could eat all the ice cream he wanted as long as he made sure no one stole anything.”

The four of you fall silent. The soft rock of Christmas Wrapping plays weakly from the radio at the front of the store. Eddie breaks first. ‘Cause he can’t ever be serious about anything. 

The boyish sound of his laughter sends a giggle sputtering from your lips. The pretty noise makes Steve smile despite his baffled disbelief.

He turns to you with a dumbfounded grin. “You’re still stopping by after work, right?”

“Yeah,” you answer softly, nodding as your smiling face grows hot.

Eddie scoffs when Steve walks by him. “If you still have a job by then.”

An instant Classic. 🤩

scotty doesn’t know - eddie munson x fem!reader (part three)

❥ song: scotty doesn’t know - lustra

❥ prompt: reader and eddie have been secretly fucking for weeks. all behind her boyfriend’s back. but what happens when this casual arrangement starts to blur once they start catching feelings?

❥ warnings: 18+ mdni, protective eddie, shitty (ex) boyfriend behavior, reader’s hands are bound, oral (male receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, degradation and praise kink, cream pie, multiple orgasms, light drinking, mentions of cheating, all characters are 18+!

❥ type: angst & fluff & smut (the holy trinity)

a/n: okay… so sad this is ending, but i hope you all loved reading it as much as i loved writing it 😭ignore any errors okay? please like, comment and especially reblog if you enjoyed! 💕

part one. | part two.

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We'll put on a show,

Everyone will go.

Scotty doesn't know…

Monday came way too quickly.

You had spent the rest of your weekend with Eddie, cuddling, talking and just going at each other like rabbits. It was the best two days of your life up to this point, and you never wanted it to end. But realistically you knew you had to go home, and return to your reality. Your parents were livid by the time you arrived home Sunday evening, getting an earful after Eddie dropped you off. Scott had also been calling your house nonstop since Saturday morning, much to your parents annoyance. That was a conversation you weren’t ready to have just yet. Especially not over the phone. You tossed and turned all night, desperately trying to figure out what you were going to say to him.

Monday was going to be rough, you knew that. But the thought of being able to finally show everyone who your heart really belonged to... made it a little easier. You hadn’t exactly let the metalhead know of your plans to dump your boyfriend, but he could tell something was up. The way you kissed him goodbye in his van, right out in the open for anyone to see including your parents. It gave him a spark of hope, that maybe this wasn’t just a silly fling to you either. You got ready that morning with shaky hands, tucking Eddie’s hellfire shirt into your black skater skirt. You may have snuck the garment into your purse when Eddie wasn’t paying attention.

Fluffing your curled locks out you smiled at your reflection, grabbing a pullover sweater to cover the shirt for the time being. You bounded down the stairs of your home with a new pep in your step, even your parents noticing your overly cheerful attitude. You hadn’t been this happy in months. Driving to the school you felt more nervous, the adrenaline pumping in your veins as you parked your car in it’s normal spot. You tried to ignore the curious eyes of your peers as you entered the school, the events of previous Friday still fresh in their minds. Reaching your locker you get it open, putting away your textbooks. Going to your first class you felt on edge, just waiting for Scott to sneak up on you.

You’d been able to avoid the male for most of the morning, but once your fourth period rolled around you knew your luck had ran out. Mostly due to the fact that you shared that class together. Walking in the classroom he was already seated in his usual spot, the back corner by the window. The empty desk next to him awaiting you. But you kept your eyes to the floor as you favored a seat on the opposite side of the room. Doodling on your notebook when you heard the familiar squeak of sneakers in front of you. Your eyes slowly glance up to see the furious features of your boyfriend. Resting his hands on the front of the desk.

“Y/n, we need to talk.”

Just as you were about to respond Mrs. Jones, your English teacher, enters the room. The bell signaling the start of class ringing loudly, making you jump in your seat. She’s clapping her hands to attention, but Scott still doesn’t move.

“Mr. McGuire take your seat now.”

You’re relieved as he scoffs but stalks away, returning to his seat. You slump down in your chair, any confidence you’d had this morning seeming to disappear under his angry gaze. The rest of the period goes by in a daze, you can’t seem to focus on anything but the daggers that Scott has been throwing your way the entire hour. Once the bell rings signally the end of class you shoot up so fast you nearly take a couple other students out in your rush. Your nearly running to your locker, hoping to get to the lunchroom before Scott can corner you. But you underestimated his quickness, especially when he was sober. His hand slams your locker door shut, backing you into the cool metal. His arm is leaning against the line of lockers, closing you in. There was no way you could escape him now.

“What is going on with you? Why are you being such a frigid bitch?”

You can’t help but wince at the insult, shrinking under his increasingly angry stance. People were beginning to stare, making the nerves twist in your stomach. This was a much more interesting sight than anything the cafeteria had to offer. You hated the attention, but you had to do this. Just like ripping off a bandaid.

“I want to break up.”

He clearly wasn’t expecting that. Confusion quickly crossing his features. You let out the sigh you didn’t realize you were holding in, relief filling your chest as you finally spoke the words. Scott runs a hand through his dark hair, pulling away from you slightly.

“You want to break up? Why? Is this about the party?”

You knew it wouldn’t be that easy, he wouldn’t just agree and walk away. While you had tried to prepare yourself for what you wanted to say all night, your brain was struggling to string any words together. Rubbing your temples you try to prolong the inevitable, but the male could only take your silence for so long.

“Well?!”

Taking a shaky breath you squared your shoulders, attempting to feign some kind of confidence. The crowd of students around you had only begun to grow, but you didn’t notice that Eddie had now joined them.

“I don’t love you. Quite frankly I don’t think I ever have. You’re arrogant, selfish and truly just the worst boyfriend ever. I can’t keep doing this… especially when my heart belongs to someone else.”

If you thought Scott was angry before, you hadn’t seen anything yet. His hand slams into the locker next to your head, making you shrink instantly. He’s never been violent like this towards you before, but you aren’t necessarily shocked by it. It’s just part of who he was.

“You cheated on me? Is that what you’re saying?”

Before you can get another word in, you hear his voice as he pulls the male away from you.

“You just don’t learn do you Scotty?”

Eddie is fuming, shoving Scott back into the lockers before the male can react. While Scott wasn’t the smartest guy, he quickly seemed to put two and two together. He looked between you and Eddie before he starts laughing.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Munson? You’re fucking the freak?”

You instantly turn on defensive mode, entirely fed up with his treatment of the brunette. You’re copying Eddie’s actions shoving Scott back into the lockers, surprise crossing both of the males features at your actions. You never were a violent or angry person, but everyone has their limits. And you’ve hit yours.

“Yeah, and he fucks me so well too. Munson here actually knows how to make a girl come… can’t say the same for you Scotty.”

An astounding ‘ooo’ resonates through crowd at your words. Scott’s face is a deep red from embarrassment and anger, he’s never been told off like this before and now he’s at a loss for words. Eddie is grinning from ear to ear, clapping excitedly before wrapping his arms around your waist. You welcome his embrace, turning your head to press a kiss to his jaw. Turning back to your now ex-boyfriend you smile sweetly giving him a little wave as you start to pull Eddie towards the cafeteria.

“I think we’re done here. Let’s go Eds.”

The metalhead willing let’s you drag him away, only your destination wasn’t the cafeteria anymore. You pull him into the nearest hallway, shoving him up against the wall and locking your lips together. Eddie eagerly accepts your advances, fingers lacing through your hair to keep you close. The adrenaline is racing through you still, making every touch of his skin feel like a live wire. Your steamy make out session doesn’t last long though, a throat clearing making you break apart.

“Munson! Y/l/n! Break it up or you’re both getting detention. You know the rules.”

You flush immediately as you realize you’ve been caught, Mr. Mundy gives you both a disgusted look before heading back into his classroom. Eddie laughs quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Did you really mean what you said back there?”

You look up at him curiously, suddenly feeling too warm under all your layers. You remove your sweatshirt, revealing the stolen shirt and making his smile widen. Eddie pulls you in closer, his hands resting on the curve of your hips.

“That your heart belongs to me?”

You look down at your feet shyly, not realizing that he had heard that part of the conversation. Eddie doesn’t let your gaze wander for long though, gently tipping your head back up to look at him.

“Yes, I meant it.”

The look that crosses his features makes your heart skip a beat, butterflies fluttering in your tummy.

“All mine?”

He questions, nervously licking his lips as he awaits your answer.

“All yours Eddie.”

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Being Eddie Munson’s official girlfriend is more than you could’ve ever dreamed about. While sneaking around with him was fun, the amount he wanted to show you off made your heart sing. You had never felt so wanted, so taken care of in your entire life. While your parents were wary of the sudden change in your relationship status, they eventually warmed up to the metalhead. You couldn’t have been happier, and you knew he felt the same. You were currently seated in Gareth’s garage, watching Eddie’s band practice. They had another gig at the Hideout that next evening, which would be the first show of his you’d get to see. You were beyond excited, ready to support your man in every regard.

When Eddie asked you to come along to practice that night, you might have had some ulterior motives for agreeing. Due to school, hellfire and now many band practices you haven’t had Eddie in over a week and you were feeling like a bitch in heat. This was the longest you both had gone without sex, and you can only imagine he’d felt the same way. If his longing glances told you anything, it was that he needed you too. So that’s why you showed up to practice in your shortest skirt and one of Eddie’s many t-shirts that you’ve stolen. What the metalhead didn’t know yet was that you weren’t wearing any panties. But he’s going to find out soon enough.

You’d given him a kiss when you got there, nothing too aggressive though. You wanted his friends to like you, and they all seemed to hate the constant making out and touches you both displayed on the daily. So you kept it subtle, partly for that reason and the other to find another way to tease him more. Eddie needed your touch in some capacity always, sexual or not. It was the sweetest thing, but you could tell your boyfriend wanted more. You’d found yourself sitting on a unused amp, no other chairs seeming to be in sight. You didn’t mind though, and it put you in Eddie’s direct line of sight. They were taking a break, the other three males chatting excitedly about their new D&D campaign. Eddie was more focused on tuning his guitar, but his eyes continued to focus on you.

This was the perfect moment to let him in on your little secret, as the other members were too occupied to be looking at you. Leaning your arms back you uncrossed your legs, letting them fall open. Giving Eddie the perfect view to what you were hiding underneath… or not hiding. The realization has crossed your boyfriend’s features as his mouth hangs open. You smirk before crossing your legs again, tossing your hair over your shoulder like nothing happened. Eddie’s jaw is tight, going back to tuning his guitar like it had no effect on him. But you could see from the growing tent in his jeans that it definitely did. Thankfully he had the ability to hide his boner with his guitar the rest of practice but from his stiff stance you were so in for it when this was over.

The thought made you squirm with excitement, trying your best not to make a mess on your makeshift seat. Now that would be something you could never live down. Thankfully Eddie decided to end practice a little early, claiming they could all use a break after practicing every day that week. But only you knew the real reason, as he nearly dragged you out to his van once his gear was packed up. He shoves you against the back door, as he opened the other side of it to put his guitar in the vehicle. You bit your lip to hide your grin, as Eddie now cages you against the cool metal. His jaw is still tense, eyes dark as his hand caresses your bare thigh.

“That was quite the peep show sweetheart.”

You try to keep your breathing even, but his roaming hands are making that very difficult.

“I don’t know what you mean Eddie.”

You feign innocence, knowing it’ll only rile him up more. While he loves when you’re his good girl, he also loves any excuse to treat you like his little slut. The brunette chuckles humorously, grabbing your chin in his free hand to keep your eyes from leaving his.

“Come on, don’t play dumb with me.”

You just continue to gaze up at him all doe eyed, hands resting on his chest. You don’t answer him, which only seems to make him more frustrated than he already was.

“I see how it’s gonna be brat. Get in the van.”

Eddie pulls away from you, feeling a sudden chill from the loss of his body heat. When you don’t move an inch he’s raising an eyebrow, cocking his head at you.

“Don’t make me repeat myself sweetheart.”

As much as you would love to continue to push his buttons, you know you’re in enough trouble as it is. So you squeak out a quick ‘yes, sir’ and round the side of the van hopping in the passenger seat. Eddie is silent for most of the ride, until he’s suddenly taking a sharp left turn. You look around you confused as he’s pulled off to the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. He’s putting the van in park, turning to face you.

“In the back, on your knees. Now.”

You grin in excitement at his tone, already knowing what was about to come. Unbuckling your seatbelt you quickly scurry into the back of van squirming as you wait for your boyfriend to join you. Eddie takes his sweet ole time, as part of your punishment. He always knew how impatient you were to have him. When he finally joins you in the back his hands find your hair, gripping the locks in his fists as he tilts it back exposing your neck to him.

His lips press harsh kisses against your skin, marking you as his own. You can’t help but whimper, your hands moving to grip the fabric of his shirt. But Eddie stops you, immediately pulling away. The loss of contact makes you nearly cry out, but you hold it back.

“Only good girls get to touch me.”

Your eyes widen as he pulls the bandana out of his back pocket. Eddie maneuvers himself around you, pulling your hands behind your back and binding them together with the fabric. This was something new, and once he returns to his place in front of you his face was serious.

“What’s your color baby?”

The further you both had gone sexually, the need for safe words and communication was his highest priority.

“Green… neon fucking green.”

The smirk returns to his features, his lips going back to work on your neck.

“Watch that pretty mouth of yours doll, or I’ll put it to good use.”

You can feel your wetness dripping down your thighs at this point, having absolutely no barrier due to your lack of panties. Eddie’s hands have found their way to your breasts, kneading them in his palms before continuing his touches lower. Once he reaches the apex of your thighs he nearly growls, feeling your arousal coating your supple skin.

“F-Fuck need you Eds.”

You whine, already forgetting what he told you only moments ago. Eddie’s hands remove themselves from you, the unbuckling of his belt making you shiver in anticipation.

“You really want to test my patience tonight don’t you?”

You now realize your mistake, but you don’t regret it as he pulls his cock from his jeans. You look up at him expectantly, licking your lips at the sight of his pre-cum costing the tip. His hands thread through your hair, your body buzzing with excitement.

“Since you can’t seem to listen, I’m going to use your mouth however I want. If it’s too much I need you to snap your fingers twice. Okay?”

You give him verbal confirmation, snapping twice to show that you are able to do so before opening your mouth widely, moaning as his cock slips past your lips. Eddie’s hand fists your hair, pulling your mouth further onto his cock. You take every inch with absolute pleasure, eagerly swirling your tongue around the base of his shaft. You don’t get to suck your boyfriend off as much as you’d like, as he usually would rather be buried inside you. But when you do… it’s a such a delicious sight. Eddie’s eyes are squeezed shut, mouth hanging open slightly.

Desperate for him to look at you, you pull back until his cock slips past your lips. His eyes shoot open then, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Did I say you could stop?”

The utter dominance in his tone and stature just makes you even wetter, squirming as he continues to stare you down with those dark eyes.

“Want you to look at me sir.”

You whine, before he’s chuckling as you eagerly take him back into your mouth. His fist tightens in your hair, a low groan escaping his lips when he hits the back of your throat. You try your best not to gag, loosening your jaw so he can fuck your mouth at his own pace. Your eyes remained locked on his as he fucks your throat, mascara tears now running down your cheeks. Eddie’s lips pull up into his signature smirk, admiring the mess he’s already made of you. But he pulls himself out of your mouth, watching as a string of salvia keeps you joined.

“As much as I love coming in that pretty mouth of yours, I’d much rather see it dripping out of that pretty pussy instead.”

You can’t help but whimper in response, as Eddie bends you over the center console of the vehicle. He flips your skirt up, landing a harsh smack to your ass and spreading your knees for him. You’re grateful for the console beneath you, knowing you wouldn’t have the strength to hold yourself up with your hands still bound. He grabs your bound wrists with one hand, the other slipping between your thighs. His calloused fingers run through your slick folds, groaning at the wetness that he finds.

“God… always so wet. You’re such a little slut for me huh? You like when I use you like this baby?”

You merely nod, feeling so turned on that your words are escaping you. But Eddie isn’t having any of it, and really you should know better. Another harsh slap lands on your pussy this time, a shaky gasp leaving your lips.

“Come on sweetheart, tell me…”

Eddie is slipping two fingers into your entrance with no resistance, curling them up to hit that sweet spot inside of you. However he stops his movements due to your continued silence, your walls squeezing around him in an attempt to keep them inside as he removes them.

“Cat got your tongue sweetheart?”

You want to cry in frustration, moving your hips back towards him. Eddie just chuckles, as you hear him noisily sucking your arousal from his fingers.

“Y-Yes Eds. Just fuck me please!”

While you can’t see him you know he’s grinning, feeling the tip of his cock rubbing through your folds. While he’d love to tease you more, his own impatience over takes him as he’s sliding into you with one hard thrust. It still doesn’t matter how many times he fucks you, you still feel so full. Stretched out beyond belief and it’s everything you could want and more. Eddie doesn’t give you much time to adjust before he’s snapping his hips back into yours. The movement making your head drop down against the console, pathetic little noises escaping you as he slams into you.

“Fuck— you feel so good sweetheart.”

Eddie uses your bound wrists to pound into you harder, hitting that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back in your head. You can already feel your orgasm bubbling up inside you, and Eddie can tell as he continues his ruthless pace.

“You gonna cum already slut? Go on, let’s see how many times you can make a mess on my cock.”

His words and constant pounding into your g-spot tips you over the edge, feeling your knees wobbling from the force of your orgasm. Eddie finally slows down his pace, letting you ride the waves a little bit before slipping one of his hands between you to gently rub at your clit. Your whimpering only seems to spur him on further, keeping his slower pace but ramming into you so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. While slightly overstimulating the feeling is… it’s too good to stop. You’d do anything to show Eddie how good you can actually be.

“That’s it… feels good baby?”

You let out a breathy ‘uh huh’, that being the only response you can muster at this point. One orgasm has your turned your brain to mush, all you can think or feel is Eddie Eddie Eddie. Your response just makes him chuckle, as he continues thrusting deeply into you. He loves getting you to this point, so drunk on his cock that you can’t form a coherent sentence. His fingers start to pick up their pace against your bundle of nerves, feeling your walls beginning to clench tighter around him again. He wanted to fill you up so badly, but he also wanted to see how far he could push you.

“Wanna show me you can listen sweetheart? Give me another one. You can do it.”

You cry out again as your second orgasm washes over you, not as forceful as the first. But it’s powerful enough to make your legs give out, another chuckle escaping your boyfriend at the sight. Eddie is quick to hold your hips up, now stopping the movement of his own. You can feel the tears falling down your cheeks as Eddie unties your wrists, finally slipping out of you. You whimper at how empty you feel, your boyfriend now gently laying you back onto the makeshift bed. He brushes the tears away, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Can you give me one more doll? Being so good for me baby.”

You preen at his praise, nodding your head as he situates himself in between your legs once more. He lifts your thighs, his touch more gentle now. Slipping back inside with a deep groan. Your hands are twitching at your sides, desperately wanting to tangle your fingers in his curls. Eddie catches the action, smiling down at you as he hits your deepest point.

“You can touch me baby, you’ve earned it.”

He doesn’t need to finish his sentence before you’re reaching out for him, threading your fingers though his wild curls. Tugging him down so your clothed chests are touching, kissing him lovingly. His lips match your urgency, his tongue slipping inside your mouth. Eddie’s pace of his hips is slower, cherishing the feeling of being inside you. Despite how roughly he fucked your mouth and pussy moments before, this is secretly his favorite way to be with you. While Eddie puts on a tough exterior, he’s a big softie underneath it all. You wouldn’t have him any other way though.

He pulls away from your lips, his chestnut hues meeting yours as he continues to make love to you. Eddie looks beautiful like this, above you all sweaty and flushed. It’s a sight you wouldn’t get tired of seeing. His lips don’t drift too far though, pressing hot kisses down your jaw to your neck. The brunette eagerly sucking bruises onto the skin of your throat. You slip one of your hands from his tousled curls, fitting between you to rub at your clit. From how sloppy his thrusts were becoming you knew your boyfriend wasn’t going to last much longer.

Eddie buries his face into your neck, groaning as you clench tighter around him. Feeling his cock twitch inside you whimper, so close to finishing for a third time that night.

“Fuck— love you, love you sweetheart shit!”

If you weren’t on the brink of coming you’d be slightly shocked by his confession. But it only seems to push you further towards the edge, Eddie’s hips stuttering as he fills you up with his essence. Your back arches up into his chest, crying out as your third orgasm crashes over you. It’s so intense, feeling your limbs shaking as you hug him closer to you. Tears spring to your eyes for a completely different reason, as Eddie collapses on top of you. The mixture of your heavy breathing fills the silence of the night, gently stroking his curls as you both come down from your highs. Eddie must have felt your tears dripping down onto his cheek, head lifting to look at you with concern.

“Hey, what’s wrong doll? Did I hurt you?”

You just shake your head, pressing another kiss to his awaiting mouth. Pulling away too quickly for him, the brunette almost pouts. You just smile up at him, feeling your cheeks flush at what you were about to confess.

“I just… I love you too Eddie.”

The grin that stretches across his face warms your heart, your giggles filling the van as he presses kisses everywhere he can reach.

“Love you so much sweetheart.”

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The Hideout was packed, which seemed to be a usual occurrence for a Saturday night in Hawkins. But it was overly crowded now, due to the fact that Eddie’s band was playing a gig there tonight. Ever since you became an official couple you easily fit in with his large group of friends, who all came out to support the band. You were standing in the front next to Robin and Steve, taking another swig from the flask that Robin had snuck in. You hadn’t seen Eddie since this morning, and you were so anxious for the show to get started. It was almost annoying how much you missed him when he wasn’t around, how anxious it made you. But the vodka was definitely starting to help soothe your nerves.

You kept shifting from foot to foot, part from nerves and the other due to the soreness between your legs. The round in the van only continued once you got back to Eddie’s trailer. His fingers buried inside you as he told you how much he loved you from between your thighs. You didn’t regret any of it, and honestly the soreness was a welcomed reminder of how much he wanted you. It’s like the universe could tell you were getting antsy, as the lights on the small stage dimmed. You cheered loudly, the rest of the gang joining you as the 4 males walked on stage. Taking their respective positions, Eddie picks up his guitar, adjusting the mic stand.

“Good evening Hawkins, we’re Corroded Coffin. Thanks for coming out tonight!”

A round of boos erupt from amongst the cheers, your head instantly whipping around to find the source. You saw Jason and Scott’s whole crew leaned up against the back wall of the bar. Your hands ball into fists, quickly flipping them all the bird before turning your focus back towards the stage. Scott’s tormenting of Eddie had cooled down for a bit, but that entire week it was seeming to get worse. You knew your boyfriend could take care of himself, but it still didn’t stop the fury from bubbling up inside you over it. Eddie shot a wink your way as they started playing, not recognizing the song.

The month and a half that you’d been together (officially) you’ve come to recognize almost all of their songs. Eddie playing them for you any chance that he could. But this one was clearly new, and from the shit eating grin he was sporting you knew he’d been waiting for this moment. Eddie’s eyes stayed focused on yours as the he began singing, the lyrics making your eyes widen in shock.

“Scotty doesn’t know that Fiona and me do it in my van every Sunday. She tells him she’s in church, but she doesn’t go. Still she’s on her knees and Scotty doesn’t know.”

Your heart begins racing, that grin never leaving his face. You can’t help but look behind you, Scott’s fists clenched at his sides, his face red with embarrassment. You could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

“Fiona says she’s out shopping, but she’s under me and I’m not stopping…”

A smirk works it’s way onto your lips at his reaction, turning back to focus on your boyfriend. Eddie’s husky voice is full of confidence as he continues onto the next verse. The sound alone could bring you to your knees.

“I can't believe he's so trusting, while I'm right behind you thrusting. Fiona's got him on the phone, and she's trying not to moan. It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing…”

Your mind instantly thinks back to that fateful phone call, that night being one of the turning points in your feelings towards the metalhead in front of you. You can feel your own cheeks flushing at the vulgar lyrics, but in some way you find it kind of sweet. The fact that he wrote a song about you at all, made your heart flutter in your chest. Eddie blows you a kiss, making you giggle.

“The parkin' lot, why not? It's so cool when you're on top. His front lawn in the snow, life is so hard 'cause Scotty doesn't know! Scotty doesn't know!”

The brunette was completely in his element, and it was so endearing to be able to witness it. You knew Eddie and his friends were talented, as you’d sat in a quite a few band rehearsals. But they really were blowing you away, and the wild crowd clearly felt the same. Eddie lets his guitar fall to his hip, gripping the mic with both hands.

“I did her on his birthday…”

Your curiosity has gotten the better of you again, as you glance back to where Scott had been standing. The spot was now empty, as your eyes searched around the room. Scott and his posse were nowhere in sight. Hopefully this will get Scott to finally back off, but you can only hope. The song is beginning to wrap itself up, as now Eddie and the rest of the band has stared chanting ‘Scotty doesn’t know’, just begging the crowd to join in.

You glance over at Robin whose grin is matching your boyfriend’s. Both of you screaming the words with the crowd excitedly. While you had never explicitly told anyone (besides Robin) the details how everything played out between you two, it wasn’t a secret anymore. But one thing was for certain after tonight…

Scotty definitely knew.

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if you're still interested in smutty requests.. what about the line "want me to serenade you while you strip?" and it's eddie jokingly saying this to reader and she runs with it and he tries to keep playing but COME ON there's more important things those fingers should be doing 👀

congrats! u win the award for most eddie coded request of all time :D — eddie makes you laugh when you get nervous undressing in front of him (18+, allusion to smut, 0.7k)

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“Stop looking at me like that!” you whine with your arms crossed over your nearly bare chest. “You’re making it weird!”

Eddie laughs loud. “Where am I supposed to look?” he asks, leaning back on the mattress and propping his weight on his elbows. He’s got a better view of you from this angle. More of your half-naked body in his sight.

“I can feel you looking at me— It’s making me feel weird.”

“Well, how am I supposed to look anywhere else when you’re in front of me like this, huh?” 

His eyes are lidded and swimming with melted chocolate. You’re not sure how you’ve captured his attention like this, in the tamest underwear you own and your most ancient bra. He’s looking at you like you’re already undressed — like you’re still pretty even though you aren’t.

“You’re an idiot,” you giggle, glittering with adoration.

“And you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he quips without thinking twice, wild head titled to his shoulder and a crooked smirk on his kissed mouth. “So I guess we’re even.”

His eyes rake over you again, heavy like it’s the first time they’ve ever seen you. 

He pulls his plush lip between his teeth and, almost absentmindedly so, brings his palm to the crotch of his jeans. He grips his covered cock with a pale hand, shifting it slightly within the confines of the denim. It grows slowly and achingly stiff the longer he looks at you.

Eddie looks like a Renaissance painting like this. Ethereal and hedonistic. You almost forget to breathe.

“I haven’t even done anything yet,” you say with a forced laugh.

“You’re half-naked in my bedroom, doll— that’s all you need to do,” he chuckles, golden and more sincere than yours. His ringed fingers clutch tighter at his covered bulge. He breathes hard through his nose. “You could be fully clothed, and you’d still turn me on.”

“Stop messing with me,” you argue in a tiny voice, features twisted in a subtle pout.

“I’m not messing with you.”

“Do you want me to get naked? Or should I just stand here for the next two minutes?”

“Two minutes? C’mon. Give me a little credit. At least, two-and-a-half,” Eddie jokes. And then, when you laugh, he assures you. “You don’t have to get undressed if it makes you uncomfortable. Unless it would make you feel better if I serenaded you—”

“No.”

“—Too late.” 

You reach your arms for the clasp of your bra. Eddie’s voice fills the trailer — “do, do, do, do-do-do-do-do-do” — the high-pitched intro to “I Was Made for Loving You.” It makes you laugh loud. A big, girlish laugh that makes your head drop back.

Your bra comes off, and you forget to be nervous.

“Why are you laughin’ at me, huh?” Eddie jokes, eyes going squishy around the edges when he looks at you.

“‘Cause that’s, like, the least sexiest part of that song.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Well, are you gonna keep singing, superstar? Or am I gonna have to keep my underwear on?”

He goes dumb for a flash of a second, forgets the lyrics and how to form the words of them in his mouth. He jumbles them together for a second in mindless mumbles until the real thing spills from his lips. “—‘Cause girl, you were made for me… And girl, I was made for you…”

You tug your panties down your thighs while he sings for you. You make a big show of it too, tossing the pair of them into your lover’s lap and giggling when it gets him all flustered. 

“Fuck— c’mere,” he urges, as dumb as he is breathless, now that you’re fully naked in front of him. His hand drops to his lap again, palming at his stiffening length to ease the ache there. His free hand reaches out for you. “Can you— Just come sit in my lap, baby, please.”

You don’t know why he’s groveling. You were breaking the second you saw him melting for you. Not thinking straight enough to tease him about it, you settle yourself over his lap — kneeling on the mattress, both of your thighs straddling one of his.

You linger there, just above him. Eddie’s ringed hands reach gently for your warm jaw to pull you closer to him. You don’t give in so easily — “Keep singing for me, rockstar. You got a show to warm up for, remember?”

Eddie blinks up at you, eyes wide and lidded and honeyed. He looks at you like you hung the moon in the sky. Like you’re some ethereal being carved out of stone. Like you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen because you are.

“Shit,” he curses under his breath. “This is so fucking metal.”