Ahhh!

Ahhh!

Sorry guys, I will post part 3 of crushing soon. I was at the hospital for 7 hours last night with my stepdad, only got home at 3am, and I’m moving to uni tomorrow.

So stress has meant I haven’t written a thing 😱 I’ll make up for it! I swear :)

Steddie X Babysitter Reader Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: smut (18+ minors dni): age gap (reader is 20, Steve & Eddie are in their late thirties), unprotected piv & pia (don’t be silly, wrap it before you tap it), oral (m receiving), mentions of oral (f receiving), fingering, m masturbation, some angst, reader has separated parents, mentions of infidelity, smoking, swearing

A:N: phew! It’s finally here! Sorry to keep you all waiting, but I hope it’s worth it 🖤 There’ll be one more part to this, so keep your eyes peeled for the final chapter. Also I’ve given readers Mom a name to make things a lil easier. 12k.

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You wake to an empty bed, the sheets either side of you crumpled but cold. You starfish out and stretch your tired limbs, shuffling up the bed a little so you can sit propped against the pillows. Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you blink wearily in the warm light that seeps through the blinds, and lay still as the haze of your sleep fades, listening out for signs of life in the house. Faint music plays from downstairs, and when you clamber out of the bed and shuffle over to open the bedroom door the soulful voice of Lauryn Hill drifts up to greet you, blended with Eddie’s dulcet tones. He’s always singing or humming some tune, his raspy voice a constant soundtrack that you can’t get enough of. You help yourself to one of his shirts, the soft faded cotton draping down to your mid thigh, and you bury your face into it, breathing deeply as you lose yourself in his scent.

As you pad down the stairs the song ends, and the DJ announces The La’s are next. When you enter the kitchen you’re greeted with Eddie shaking his hips and humming along. You clear your throat, and he grins when he turns and catches sight of you, holding the spatula in his hand to his lips like a microphone.

“There she goes again

Racing through my brain.

And I just can’t contain

This feeling that remains.”

You blush as he croons to you, and accept his outstretched hand, letting him pull you in close to bury his face in your neck.

“Good morning baby.” he mumbles, pressing his soft lips to your shoulder where his shirt has slipped.

“Good morning.” you smile. You brush his curls back out of his face, losing yourself in the rich chocolate of his eyes. “You’re in a good mood this morning.”

“Of course I am. I got to wake up next to my two favourite people in the world, one of whom has just wandered into the kitchen looking like a goddess in my shirt. This is an above average morning for me.”

You giggle, dotting kisses across Eddie’s cheeks, his chin, his nose. He laughs, before holding your chin in his fingers so he can guide your lips back to his. You sigh into the kiss, your lips parting instinctively as his tongue glides over yours.

“Daddy!”

You and Eddie break apart at the sound of Isla’s voice from the hall, and a moment later she comes running into the kitchen. She stops in her tracks when she sees you, a bright smile spreading across her pretty face.

“Y/N!”

“Hey princess!”

You bend down and Isla jumps into your outstretched arms. You scoop her up as you stand, her silky curls tickling your cheeks when she rests her head on your shoulder.

“Morning stinky.” Eddie teases, kissing the top of her head.

“I hope you don’t mean me.”

“Of course not handsome.” Eddie grins, winking at Steve who comes to sit at the kitchen island, a smiley Ben balanced on his lap.

“Look Dada, Y/N came to see me.” Isla says as you plop her down on the stool next to Steve.

“I can see that.” He grins, giving you a quick wink over the top of his daughters head.

You pour three cups of coffee, and a watered down juice for Isla. When you place the sippy cup in front of her she frowns, her round eyes studying you intently.

“Y/N.”

“Yes Princess?” You say sitting down beside her.

“You forgot your pants.”

Steve chokes on his coffee, while Eddie loses his shit, his head thrown back as he cackles.

You tug at the bottom of Eddie’s shirt, trying to cover more of your bare legs.

“Um, well I - I uh.”

“Y/N must’ve been in such a hurry to come and see you she forgot to put them on Isla.” Steve grins, taking another sip of his coffee.

She nods as if that explanation makes perfect sense. Eddie puts a small plate of scrambled egg in front of her and you help her to scoop up mouthfuls onto her plastic fork.

Once you’ve all got your breakfast in front of you Eddie clears his throat, looking across anxiously at his daughter.

“Um, Isla. Dada and me wanted to talk to you about something.”

She looks up at him, chewing a mouthful of egg.

“What?” She asks. Usually one of you would remind her not to talk with her mouth full, but the boys want her in a good humour for this conversation.

“You know before we talked about families? How they can look different. Some people have a mommy and a daddy, some people like Charlie have two mommies.”

“I’ve got two daddies.” She says proudly.

“That’s right baby.” Steve murmurs, looking at her fondly.

“Yeah. Our family is you and Ben, me and Dada.” Eddie continues.

“And Uncle Wayne.”

“Yes Princess, and Uncle Wayne.”

“And Auntie Robin and Auntie Nancy. And Nanna Joyce and Grandpa Hop and Auntie Max and-“

“Yes Isla.” Eddie chuckles. “We’ve got lots of people in our family. But they don’t all live with us. Just you, Ben, Dada and me.”

She nods, shovelling more egg into her mouth.

“And people in a family love each other don’t they? Me and Dada love you and Ben lots and lots, more than anything in the world.”

“Can we go to the park today?”

Eddie falters, looking to Steve for help.

“Isla sweetie, it’s important that you listen to what Daddy’s saying, okay?”

“Okay.”

Eddie continues.

“So you know that me and Dada love each other.”

“That’s cuz you’re married.”

“Kind of yeah.” Eddie smiles. “We got married because we love each other. B-but - we um. Well, me and Dada love someone else too. We love Y/N.”

There’s a pause, a heavy silence in the room as Isla ponders on Eddie’s statement. Your leg jostles anxiously as you hold in a breath, waiting for her to say something.

“So are you going to marry Y/N?”

“Well, no sweetie. We can’t marry Y/N.”

“Why?”

“It’s complicated Isla.” Steve says, tucking a loose curl behind her ear.

“But we would like Y/N to be part of our family. We’d like her to live here with us. But we want to know how you feel about that?”

Isla turns to you, blinking up at you with her long lashes.

“You’d live here all the time?”

“I-if you’d like that.” You whisper.

She gives you a small smile.

“I’d like that.”

You, Eddie and Steve all breath a collective sigh of relief. Isla reaches out to you, and you pull her in letting her clamber onto your lap. You rest your chin on the top of her head, blinking back tears.

“Can we please go to the park?”

Eddie laughs.

“Yes, we can go to the park later.”

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The boys help you unpack your belongings, clearing space for you to hang your clothes in their walk in closet. You smile to yourself, seeing your skirts and sweaters hanging between Steve’s pastel polos and Eddie’s dark T-shirts. It’s like it was always meant to be, you nestled in with the two of them, part of their family. Your family.

Your Mom still hasn’t reached out to you. You haven’t contacted her either, to anxious at her reaction to pick up the phone. You’ve also been worried that Wayne would be upset with you, maybe he would be unhappy with the new set up. You’re dreading the next time he comes around.

He arrives at the house a few days after you move in, just as Eddie is lugging his suitcase down the stairs, ready to leave in the early hours of the following morning for LA. Eddie brings him into the living room where you’re sitting cross legged on the floor beside Isla, helping her colour a unicorn in her book. Steve sits on the sofa, his glasses perched on the end of his nose as he loses himself in a novel. You look up at the sound of two sets of footsteps coming into the room.

“Hi Uncle Wayne!” Isla smiles up at him.

“Hey darlin’.”

Wayne’s eyes move to you, giving you a small smile.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hi Wayne. How’s it going?”

“Good good, can’t complain.”

“And no one would listen if you did.” Eddie finishes for him with a grin.

Wayne nods, shuffling awkwardly.

“Shall we go have a chat?” Steve offers.

“Sure.”

Steve puts down his book and stands, holding out his hand for you to follow.

“You finish up that unicorn baby, we’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Isla nods, her tongue sticking out in concentration as she desperately tries to stay within the lines.

You take a seat in the kitchen next to Steve, Wayne sitting opposite. Eddie hesitates, then sits beside his Uncle, probably not wanting Wayne to feel like he was being interrogated.

“So what have you been up to Wayne?” Steve asks, trying to keep the mood light.

“Not much really, working a lot. I’ve seen Jane a few times too.”

You shrink in your seat at the mention of your Mom, and Steve rubs your thigh to calm you.

“Things are going well between you then?”

Wayne can’t help but smile, a twinkle in his pale eyes.

“Yeah, we get on well. She’s a lovely woman.”

He hesitates, looking over at you.

“Things were a bit.. awkward, for a minute. She’s been a bit upset.”

“Y/N’s been upset too.” Eddie says, his jaw clenching.

“I know, I know. It’s not.. ideal. They way things have gone. She misses you kid.”

You drop your gaze to your hands clasped in your lap, willing yourself not to cry.

“Can’t miss me that much. She hasn’t called.” You whisper.

“I don’t think she knows what to say to you darlin’. But I know she regrets how things happened, she wishes she’d reacted differently. I think she was just taken by surprise.”

You nod as a single tear falls onto your lap.

“Don’t cry baby, please.” Eddie whispers.

Steve takes hold of your hand, squeezing your fingers tight.

“Maybe we should talk, all of us. Clear the air a bit?”

“I think that’s a good idea Steve.” Wayne agrees.

“Why don’t we get together when Ed’s back from his trip?”

“What do you think Y/N?” Eddie asks.

You think you miss your Mom. You miss her so much it feels like there’s a gaping hole in your chest. You’ve never gone this long without speaking to her, and it’s only been a couple of days. You can’t bare the thought of never patching things up with her, no matter how hurt you are by her actions.

“Y-yeah. I think we should.”

Steve smiles, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple.

Wayne doesn’t hang around much longer, saying his goodbyes to Isla then following you and the boys out to the hall. He stops by the front door, wishing Eddie a safe journey and telling Steve to call him if he needs anything.

“Y/N, I’m sorry darlin’. You know, if I made you feel bad before. I was worried about the boys, but I needn’t have. It’s obvious how happy you make them. And if they’re happy, then so am I.”

“Thank you Wayne. You really have nothing to apologise for.” You mean it.

He nods, giving you a smile before he opens the door and leaves.

Eddie let’s out a deep exhale.

“Phew. Well that went pretty well. Are you okay sweetie?”

“Yeah,” you smile “I’m okay.”

“Good. Now let’s go relax, I want to enjoy the rest of the day before I go.” He loops his arm around your waist, taking you and Steve back to the kids in the living room.

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Eddie calls every day while he’s in LA. He’s working on the debut album of some metalcore band, tipped to be the next big thing. The days are long, and you can tell from his raspy voice down the phone that he’s exhausted, often not having a chance to call until late at night.

On his fifth day away you haven’t heard from him all day, and you and Steve crawl into bed, thinking that you might not hear from him tonight.

You’re both tired, the kids have been running you ragged, and Steve’s been particularly busy at work, setting up a new under 12s basketball group with Lucas’ help. Still, despite your exhaustion the lazy kisses you share in bed quickly become heated, and before you know it your underwear is discarded as Steve leans over you.

Sex between the three of you is so often like an Olympic sport, constantly changing positions, hurried movements that leave you all gasping for breath when it’s over. Eddie’s insatiable, never really happy until you’ve all finished multiple times, even when you’re sure you can’t take anymore he coaxes another orgasm from you. He’s like a kid in a toy store, excitable and eager, and he can’t ever make up his mind who he wants to touch where, who he wants to taste. He can’t get enough.

You’re learning that Steve is a little slower on his own. He’s happiest when he’s holding your hands as he laps at your cunt for an hour, always wants you on your back or on top of him so he watch your face when he sinks into you. He’s tender and gentle, always taking his time.

Tonight he sighs your name as he slips into your heat, the stretch made easier thanks to all the time he’s spent working you open with his fingers.

You mewl, your head pressing back on the pillows as your eyelids flutter closed.

“Look at me Y/N.”

You obey, gazing up at the handsome man who’s face hovers over your own. Eyes like dark manuka honey bore into you, you’d willingly throw yourself head first into those deep caramel pools and drown in them. You could dedicate hours, entire days even, to studying Steve’s face and still be left breathless by his beauty. The soft light of the lamp by the bed casts a warm glow across his golden skin, highlighting the faintest freckles dotted over his nose as a perfect constellation. His thick lashes swoop with every slow blink, framing his eyes that crease softly at the corners when his smile widens. Your fingertip traces over the smooth blush skin of his lips, lingering on the delicate dip of his cupids bow. He’s perfect in every way.

You grip his shoulders tight, pulling him so you can feel those lips on yours, savouring the faint taste of strawberry lip balm. He kisses you hungrily, and you swallow his moans like they’re the oxygen you need to survive. Large hands grip your hips, squeezing the meat as he slowly thrusts into you. He barely pulls out, just rolls his hips back slightly before pressing into you and hitting the spot that has you seeing stars.

“Fuck, Steve.” You whine, your fingernails sinking into his skin, leaving tiny crescents in their wake.

Steve grins, loving every second of watching you fall apart beneath him.

A loud buzz distracts you, Steve’s phone shifting across the bedside table as it vibrates. You tilt your head back to the sound.

“Eyes on me baby.”

“B-but-“

“Just leave it.” Steve whispers, thrusting into you a little harder so you can’t help but let out a strangled cry. The buzzing ceases, and you slip seamlessly back into a hazy headspace, losing yourself in the warmth of Steve’s eyes, focusing on nothing but the smooth drag of his cock against your walls.

The phone rings again and Steve rolls his eyes.

“For fuck sake. Sorry honey, just gimme a minute.” He reaches up and snatches the phone. A photo of Eddie fills the screen, he’s trying to FaceTime. Steve goes to drop the phone.

“Steve don’t, that’s mean.” You tease.

“But we’re busy.” He grumbles.

“We can stop just for a minute.” You run your thumb over his pouting lips again. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Steve sighs, complaining under his breath as he pulls out and flops down beside you. He swipes his thumb across the screen to answer the call.

“Hey my loves! I - wait. Wait!” Eddie’s bright smile falters when he sees you and Steve lying naked beside one another, your skin glowing with a thin layer of perspiration.

“Hey Eds.” You smile.

“Were you fucking?”

“No, we were making love.” Steve grins.

“Without me?!”

“Baby we can’t exactly do it with you right now can we?” You say with a laugh.

“I see how it is. I’ve been gone less than a week and you’ve forgotten about me already.” Eddie sulks.

“We haven’t forgotten about you silly boy!”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just pouts his lips and furrows his brows.

“Oh, are you feeling left out?” You coo, giving him a sympathetic smile.

“Yes.”

“Well you don’t have to be.” Steve says, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

Eddie catches on before you, laughing and shuffling down on his hotel bed. When he lowers the angle of his phone so you can see him pull himself out of his boxers, palming his hardening cock you get the idea.

“Oh.”

Steve leans over you, propping the phone up against the glass of water on the table. You lay back down, settling yourself in a position where Eddie can see.

“How’s that angle working for you Eddie?” Steve laughs.

“Well you’re not about to be a cinematographer anytime soon Stevie but it’ll do.”

Steve rolls his eyes as he drops back over you. He tilts your head towards the phone, giving him access to suck on the sensitive skin just below your ear. You feel his cock nudging at your entrance, and you shift your hips up, letting him sheathe himself into you in one thrust.

“Where were we?” Steve teases.

He begins the slow rock of his hips again, the high that was building before Eddie’s interruption creeping up on you once again.

“C’mon Steve, put some effort in.” Eddie mocks. You glance up at the phone, watching as he fists his cock, his hand twisting as he strokes himself, giving the occasional swipe of his thumb over the sensitive head.

“Fuck off Munson.” Steve bites back playfully. “We don’t always have to jackhammer her.”

“She loves it.”

“She loves this too.”

You giggle at their bickering, but the smile is wiped off your face when Steve reaches down between your bodies, his fingers working over your clit in a slow figure eight.

“Steve!” His name leaves your lips in a drawn out whine.

“Yeah? Just like that honey?”

“Uh huh. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop pretty girl. I’ve got you.”

You hear a moan from Steve’s phone, Eddie’s face flushed a delicate rose as he tugs on his length. He opens his dark eyes to see you looking and grins at you.

“You close pretty girl?” He pants.

A harsh snap of Steve’s hips leaves you unable to reply, instead you cry out loud enough to have Steve clamping his hand over your lips.

“Shh honey, you’ll wake the kids.” he chuckles, continuing to rut into you to stretch out your high.

“Oh fuck, how does she feel Steve?” Eddie groans, his fist now moving so fast the image blurs on the screen.

“So good. So f-fucking tight.” He replies, his eyes rolling back in his head. Your gut burns when they talk about you like you’re not even here, like you’re just a toy to use for their pleasure. You’re almost embarrassed to admit how much you love it.

Steve’s hips stutter as he spills inside you.

“Fuck. I l-love you Y/N. I fucking love you.” he gasps.

“I love you too.” You sigh, clinging to him as you feel his cock twitch.

Eddie moans so loud you pray for his neighbours sake that the hotel has thick walls. You and Steve both watch as he cums across his stomach, pearly spend glittering against his pale skin. He continues to pump his cock until the overstimulation is too much, whimpering as his head falls back against the pillows. He breathes deeply and brings the phone back up to his face, wearing a blissed out expression.

“Happy now?” You tease.

“Happy enough.” He pants. “You two will still have to make it up to me when I’m back.”

“We will.” Steve says. He slowly pulls out of you, grabbing his phone and laying beside you so you can cuddle up to him.

“Love you Eddie.”

“I love you too pretty girl. I love you both. So.. same time tomorrow night?”

Steve scoffs at his husbands wide grin.

“Yeah yeah, get some sleep handsome.”

“Okay, goodnight.”

“Night Eddie.”

Steve hangs up the call, throwing his phone back onto the table and wrapping both his arms around you.

“Steve?”

“Yeah honey.”

“I’ve been thinking. I’ve got an idea of how we could make it up to Eddie.”

Steve hooks his knuckle under your jaw and tilts your head back so he can look at you.

“You do? What might that be?”

You smile, butterflies fluttering rampantly in your stomach.

“Well….”

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Eddie’s due back late tonight. You and Steve decide to tell Isla a little white lie, saying that Daddy will be home in the morning. You know if you tell her the truth she’ll only insist on staying up to see him, making herself grumpy from the lack of sleep. You give her her goodnight kisses and smile fondly as Steve carries her up to bed.

In the kitchen you prepare Ben’s last bottle, cradling him in your arms as he eagerly sucks at the rubber teat.

By the time Steve comes back downstairs you’re sitting with Ben balanced on your knees, supporting his chest with one hand as you pat his back with the other.

“Oooh good boy, that was a big one!” You coo as he lets out a burp.

Steve kisses the top of your head as he makes his way across the kitchen, peering into the oven to check on the dinner he’s been carefully preparing.

“Did Isla go down okay?”

“Yeah, she was exhausted. She was asleep before I could even finish her story.”

Ben’s eyelids grow heavy, and satisfied that he’s got out all of his burps you scoop him up to take him to bed.

“Nighty night Dada.” You say softly, waving Ben’s little hand at Steve.

Upstairs you change Ben’s diaper and dress him in his little pjs. He’s asleep before you lay him down in his cot, and you stand watching him for a moment, stroking your knuckles across his soft cheeks. You creep out of his room and head back down to help Steve with dinner.

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You’re setting the table in the dining room, filling glasses with red wine when you hear voices from the hallway. You abandon the bottle, running out to see Steve and Eddie sharing a sweet kiss by the front door. When they pull apart Eddie sees you in the doorway and grins, running over to scoop you up in his arms. He kisses you hungrily, his tongue slipping into your mouth while his fingertips bruise your hips. You hum, winding your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his soft curls. You don’t want to let him pull away, your chest aching with longing despite finally having him back in your arms. Every night that he’s been gone you’ve dreamt of feeling his lips on yours again.

He eventually pulls back, but keeps his face close to you, brushing your noses together. You hold onto the front of his jacket, the worn leather soft beneath your fingertips.

“Hey baby. D’ya miss me?”

“Of course I did.” You reply, giving him another peck.

“I missed you too.” Eddie smiles. He sniffs the air, looking over your shoulder to the kitchen. “Something smells good.”

“Steve’s made dinner. It’s almost ready.”

“Good, I am starving!”

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You lean back in your chair, belly stuffed full of duck breast, balsamic glazed vegetables, and two large glasses of Pinot Noir. Eddie belches loudly beside you, and you swat at him with your napkin.

“What?” He laughs, mimicking your incredulous expression. “Just showing my appreciation for Stevie’s cooking!”

“You could just tell me you like it instead of belching like a pig.” Steve teases.

“Oh I see how it is! I’m barely gone two weeks and you two are as thick as thieves. Is that how it’s gonna be now, you both ganging up on me? You’re supposed to be making it up to me.”

“We are! Steve just cooked you a Michelin star worthy meal!”

“No offence to Steve but his cooking wasn’t really what I had in mind when I said I wanted you to make it up to me.” Eddie glides his tongue over his bottom lip and raises his brows at you.

You fake a yawn, stretching your arms up above your head.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty tired. Maybe we should just get an early night?”

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

You give him a wink in return and he relaxes.

“Ed, you’ve been travelling all day, why don’t you go take a shower. Me and Y/N can wait for you in our room.” Steve says.

“Fine.” Eddie groans, pushing up from the table. “But if I get out of the bathroom and either of you are asleep, or you’ve started without me, I’ll be really upset.”

“Just go.” Steve laughs, swatting Eddie’s ass with his napkin as he passes.

You stand and reach for Eddie’s plate to stack on top of your own.

“Honey, don’t worry about any of that, I can sort it all in the morning.”

You nod, taking Steve’s outstretched hand and following up to the bedroom.

You can hear Eddie singing softly in the en-suite, his voice mixing with the hiss of the shower and the whir of the extractor fan.

You quickly shed your clothes, chucking them into the laundry basket in the corner of the room. Steve emerges from the closet, his own clothes discarded. He’s put on new underwear, forgoing his usual boxers for a pair of powder blue briefs, so snug they perfectly show off the impressive bulge underneath. He holds out a pale pink paper bag with black silk handles to you, and you take it from him, shaking the contents out onto the bed. You scoop up your new outfit, fingers tracing over the sheer lace, the colour matched exactly to Steve’s briefs. Hooking the bra around your rib cage, you spin it and lift the delicate straps up onto your shoulders. You adjust your breasts in the cups until they’re lifted just so, the fabric so thin that your nipples show faintly. Next you step into the matching panties, they offer little coverage, but you have to admit that they make your ass look incredible, like they were made just for you. The thin straps sit high on your hips, and a tiny pink bow sits just above your mons, identical to the bow between your breasts.

“Beautiful.” Steve murmurs, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. He rest his chin on you as his arms circle your waist, looking down at the final item from the bag still sitting on the bed sheets.

“You sure about this honey?”

“I’m sure Steve.” You spin in his arms, smiling up at him as you pull him in for a deep kiss.

You finish getting ready, taking one last look in the mirror before you settle at the foot of the bed.

You hear the water turning off in the shower, and the sound of the glass door sliding as Eddie steps out. Steve comes to sit beside you, the two of you kneeling facing the bathroom door. Steve takes one of your hands in his, the other you leave resting on your thigh. You exhale a shaky breath, your body buzzing with anticipation.

A few moments later the door swings open, steam spilling out into the bedroom. Eddie steps into the room, a towel hung loose around his hips, his curls fluffy from where he’s roughly dried them. You feel a throbbing in your core as you drink in the sight of him, his smooth skin glowing in the soft light of the bedroom, the fine hairs on his chest smoothed down and leading to a trail on his belly that disappears under the towel.

“What the-“

Eddie’s mouth hangs agape as his round eyes dart between you and Steve, waiting on your knees for him.

“Welcome home handsome.” Steve smiles, giving your fingers a little squeeze.

“Fuck me.”

You giggle at Eddie’s exclamation, sucking in a sharp breath when he steps forward and cups your cheek in his hand. You tilt your head and leave a kiss on his palm, your eyes locked with his which are rapidly darkening as his pupils blow.

“Can we show you just how much we missed you?” You ask sweetly.

Eddie gulps and nods his head. For once he’s lost for words. He pulls away the towel, letting it fall to the floor behind him. He moves to take his hardening cock in his hand, but Steve brushes him away, wrapping his own fist around the thick length and stroking slowly.

You lean forwards, keeping your eyes on Eddie’s face as you leave a trail of kisses across his thighs and hips, your tongue laving across his soft skin.

He groans lowly, his eyes falling closed as Steve wraps his plump lips around the tip of Eddie’s cock, suckling at the hot skin while his hand continues to work the rest.

You press open mouth kisses up Steve’s neck and along his jaw. He pulls off of Eddie’s cock with a lewd pop, letting you move in and take him in your mouth. You open your mouth wider, letting Eddie press in further as your tongue slides across the thick vein on the underside. You relax your throat and let him slip in until your nose is buried in the curls at his base. Breathing through your nose you can smell the subtle musk of his skin mixed with his body wash, and you moan, Eddie matching your sounds as he feels the vibrations in your throat. His hand grips tightly on your hair, and with the other he knots his fingers in Steve’s tresses, encouraging him down as he dips to lick at the velvety skin of Eddie’s balls.

“Fuck, fuck! Stop.” Eddie gasps, pulling out of your mouth quickly.

You look up at him, blinking away the tears formed on your lash line.

“I can’t cum yet. Shit.”

“No you can’t.” Steve agrees, standing and pulling you up with him. “Not until you’ve seen the rest of your surprise.”

“There’s more? What is it?” Eddie says breathlessly.

“If we told you it wouldn’t be a surprise would it?” You smile. Eddie chuckles as he pulls you in for a kiss. His hands move under your ass and he lifts you off your feet, throwing you back onto the bed. He grabs Steve and kisses him hungrily, pushing him back until he falls down next to you.

Eddie stands at the foot of the bed, his eyes roaming across your bodies. He looks like he doesn’t know where to start.

You slip one strap of your bra down off your shoulder slowly, then the other. Steve slides his hand beneath you and undoes the hooks so you shimmy the clothing off. Eddie grins salaciously, clambering over you on the bed and grabbing at your breasts eagerly. He rolls one nipple between his calloused fingers, taking the other in his mouth and sucking until your back arches away from the mattress.

“Missed you Eddie.” You whine.

“Missed you too sweet girl.” He says, the words muffled by your chest. You kiss Steve sweetly as Eddie makes his way down your body. He nips the waistband of your panties between his teeth, dragging them down slowly until they’re around your ankles. Steve sits up smirking, anticipating Eddie’s reaction when he discovers his surprise.

Eddie looks up at you as he takes hold of your calves, pressing your legs up towards your chest so you’re spread open for him. When he looks back down at your core you can’t help but giggle as his eyes widen in shock and his mouth hangs open once again.

“I - I. What is..”

“Surprise.”

Steve shuffles down to get a look, the pretty pink gem of the plug twinkling in the low lights where it sits between your cheeks.

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He’d been hesitant when you’d told him your idea, not wanting you to feel pressured into anything. Once you’d assured him that yes, you were 100% sure that you wanted to do this, he’d agreed.

Over the next week Steve had eased you in, starting the evening after your FaceTime call interruption. He’d teased your cunt with his fingers until you were shaking and begging for mercy, then finally dipped down, using your slick as lube as he slowly pressed into you. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant, and Steve had been exceptionally patient, checking in with you constantly, eyes locked on your face for any signs of discomfort. Over the following nights he’d got you more used to the feeling, working you up to take more of his fingers. And finally, two nights ago you’d gone all the way, laying back as Steve spread lube over his cock, with a squirt on your hole just in case. You’d gasped when you felt his tip breach the entrance of your ass, hands fisting the sheets beneath you as you breathed deep, forcing your muscles to relax.

“There we go honey. Just breath, you’re doing so good for me.” Steve murmured, kneading your thighs in his hands.

“M-more.” You pleaded, reaching out to him. He held you hands tight as he inched in further, his movements slow and deliberate until finally he was buried inside of you.

“Are you okay?”

“M’fine. You can move.”

“You sure honey?”

“Please.”

Steve’s movements were gentle, his brows furrowed in concentration as he held himself back.

“Is it - is it okay for you?” You asked softly.

“More than okay honey. You’re fucking perfect you know that?”

Your body burned with the praise, the discomfort you’d been feeling fading into pleasure.

When Steve slipped two fingers into your dripping pussy you were a goner, cumming so hard you thought you’d black out.

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Eddie is uncharacteristically silent. You’re starting to worry, it wasn’t exactly the reaction you’d been expecting.

“Eddie, are you okay?” You whisper.

His dark eyes flit up to your face, and he gives you a smile so wide it soothes your nerves instantly.

“I’m okay Y/N. Want to let me in on whatever it is you and Steve have been planning?”

You blush, feeling more nervous about articulating what you want rather than the act itself.

“I w-want. I want to feel you both. At the same time.”

“Fuck.” Eddie groans. “Fuck I was hoping you were gonna say that.”

You laugh, all tension leaving your body as your head falls back against the pillows.

Eddie climbs back up the bed, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

“So how are we doing this?” He asks. Steve lays down in the centre of the bed.

“C’mere honey.” He whispers to you, and you quickly crawl out from under Eddie, straddling over Steve’s lap.

“You ready for me?”

“Yeah. M’ready.”

You reach between your bodies, taking Steve’s cock in your hand and angling him against your pussy. You sink down slowly, moaning as he stretches you until he bottoms out. You’re used to his length now, not needing time to adjust before you begin to bounce up and down, mewling as he nudges against your sweet spot each time.

“E-Eddie.” You whimper, looking around for the curly haired boy.

“I’m here baby.” He murmurs from behind you, his lips brushing up the side of your neck.

“I want you too.”

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Yes I’m sure!” you surprise yourself with the impatience in your voice and Steve laughs.

“Someone’s eager.”

“Okay okay, I’ve got you baby. Just lay forwards for me.”

You stop your movements, laying down across Steve’s chest, his cock still buried in your heat.

You feel calloused fingers tips brush over the globes of your ass, until they reach the plug.

“M’gonna take this out now, okay?”

“Okay.”

Eddie gently pulls the plug out from you, and you whimper at the sudden emptiness you feel.

“You’re okay, you’re okay.” He coos, pressing a kiss to your lower back, his stubble grazing your skin.

You hear the squelch of lube as Eddie squeezes a dollop onto your tight hole, the coolness making you shiver. The fat head of his cock presses against you, collecting the slick, and in your impatience you attempt to rock back against him, but his firm hands on your ass cheeks stop you.

“Slow down baby. We’ve got all night, need to take it slow okay?”

“Okay.” You sigh. Your cheek rests against the soft hairs on Steve’s chest, as he gently cradles the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair.

Eddie presses in, letting the tip of his cock slide into you. It stings, you’re still not quite used to the sensation, especially with Steve simultaneously stretching out your cunt.

“More?” Eddie asks.

“More. Please.”

He moves once again until he’s halfway in. Your face contorts in pain, your bottom lip clamped so hard between your teeth you think you might break the skin.

“Ed.” Steve warns.

“You okay baby? Do you want me to stop?” You feel him go to pull out and reach a hand behind you desperately to stop him.

“No no! J-just need a minute.”

“Okay. Take all the time you need.” He whispers, linking his fingers with yours.

You try to steady your breathing, willing your muscles to relax. Steve coos to you while Eddie rubs your back.

“Good girl honey. You’re doing so good for us.”

The praise makes you melt, and soon enough the stinging pain is dissolving into pleasure. You feel so full, but you’re greedy for more.

“Eddie, please. Want all of it.”

“I’ll go slow. Almost there baby, almost.”

Finally Eddie bottoms out, and you gasp as his pelvis sits flush against your ass.

“Oh shit.” You whimper.

“Good oh shit or bad oh shit?” Eddie smirks, already knowing the answer from the smile on Steve’s face as he looks down at you.

“Good. S-so good. Need you to move, please.”

Eddie inches out slowly, then rocks back into you. You mewl, feeling his cock glide against your tight walls.

“Fuck, Steve. I can feel you. I can f-feel you in her.” Eddie groans, his blunt fingernails digging harder into your hips.

“Harder Eddie please.”

“You sure you can take it baby? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I need it. I can take it I promise.”

You cry out when Eddie responds with a harsher snap of his hips. It’s enough to have you shifting up Steve’s body, causing his cock to drag inside your cunt at the same time.

The room fills with a chorus of moans, a sinful orchestra of your own making. Eddie holds back, his thrusts still hard but at a slower pace than usual. The two men move in perfect synch, Eddie’s cock inching out as Steve’s slides in. Your body is slick with sweat, your hair clinging to your face, and Steve brushes his hand across your damp forehead to get it out of your eyes.

“Beautiful girl. Our beautiful girl.”

“M’yours. All yours.” You whine in response.

The familiar burning in your belly begins, the coil winding tighter and tighter with each thrust. With your arms wrapped around Steve’s neck press your face against his chest, the soft hairs tickling your lips as you gasp for breath. Your release hits you like a freight train, so powerful that the air is knocked from your lungs. You fall limp into Steve’s arms, crying out as your body trembles and spasms. The brightest stars explode and burn behind your closed lids, every nerve ending in your body set alight.

“Jesus H Christ” Eddie spits through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna cum. S-shit, baby where? Where do you want it?”

“Inside. Both of you inside.” You pant between heaving breaths.

Eddie’s movements falter and he lets out a loud groan as he spills inside you. Steve follows soon after, pulling down on your hips to bury himself as deep as he can manage, making sure not a single drop of his release is wasted.

You lay between your partners, Eddie’s weight over your back pressing you into Steve. He kisses your shoulder before sitting up, and slowly lets his softening cock slip out of you.

You’re too tired to even whine at the loss. Steve pats your hips in a signal to lift of him, but you’re completely spent, lacking the energy to slide off his lap. Instead he wraps his arms across your back, gently rolling over until you’re underneath him, and he can pull himself out.

“How you feeling baby?” Eddie whispers, his hands massaging your shaking thighs.

“Good. M’tired though.”

He laughs, leaning over you to kiss your cheeks.

“I bet you are. You gonna let me and Steve take care of you?”

You nod. The boys each grab a clean pair of boxers to put on, then Steve collects Eddie’s discarded towel and wraps it around you. He scoops you up and carries you bridal style through to the master bath, Eddie following close behind. You head drops back over Steve’s arm, your muscles still to weak to support you. You look at Eddie upside down, his dopey, lovestruck smile matching yours.

Steve sits down on the toilet seat lid, still holding you close to his chest, murmuring sweet words in your ear as he kisses your neck. Eddie fills the tub, pouring in soaps and oils until the bubbles threaten to overflow, and the room fills with steam and the sweet scent of lavender.

Steve pulls the towel away from you and stands, moving to lower you into the tub. You whine, tightening your grip around the back of his neck.

“Okay, okay. Can you stand for a minute honey?”

“I think so.”

He carefully lowers you to the ground, and Eddie holds out a hand to steady you as your legs shake. Steve quickly kicks off his boxers and steps into the tub, reaching out for you to climb in.

You sink down into the water, feeling the heat immediately soothe your aching muscles. Steve spreads his legs either side of you, encouraging you to lay back against his chest.

They treat you like a princess, like you’re something precious and fragile. Eddie perches on the edge of the tub, gently lifting your limbs from the water one by one to exfoliate them with a sudsy loofah. Steve scoops water up over your hair, then works in your shampoo and conditioner, massaging your scalp and shielding your eyes with one hand as he rinses out the product. With a clean wash cloth in hand Eddie dips his arm into the water, carefully wiping between your legs. You whimper as the fabric brushes over your sensitive skin, and he murmurs apologies, leaning up to kiss your forehead.

Once you’re clean you continue to lay for a while longer, savouring the warmth and the feeling of being so doted on. You smile up at Eddie, and you’re surprised to find him looking sad, his eyes wide with concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just.. you know we don’t just want you for this right? You d-don’t feel like we just use you for sex?”

“What on Earth are you talking about? Of course I don’t think that!”

“We love you so much Y/N. I just don’t want you to think that we just want to sleep with you. You did all this for us, for me because I said you needed to make it up to me. And I didn’t really mean that, it’s just my weird sense of humour and I-“

“Eddie.” You say softly, cutting off his spiralling thoughts. You take his hand in yours, your pruney fingertips dancing across his palm.

“I know. I know you love me, not just for this. I want to do these things with you because I love you both too.”

Relief floods his face, and he brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles.

“Good. You ready to get out now?”

“Please. I think I’m even more tired now.” You smile.

He stands up, holding his hands out to you.

“Come on then baby, let’s get you to bed.”

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“Y/N, honey. Why don’t you sit down?” Steve says softly, patting the space beside him on the couch. You’ve been pacing back and forth across the living room for the last five minutes, unable to sit still, it’s a wonder you haven’t worn a hole in the carpet beneath your feet. You snatch Eddies wrist as you pass him, holding his arm up to look at his Casio. 11:34. They should have been here by now.

“Baby, it’s okay.” Eddie says, taking hold of your hand around his wrist and pulling you to him.

You know they’re both putting on a brave face, they’re just as anxious as you. Steve’s legs haven’t stopped bouncing since he sat down, and Eddie’s been fiddling with his rings all morning, twirling the thick silver bands around his fingers. He’s clearly trying to make a good impression. His wild curls are pulled back into a neat bun, his jeans are free of the usual rips at the knees, and he’s even shaved. You’d pouted for most of the morning when you’d seen his clean cheeks and jaw, kissing the smooth skin and missing the familiar scratch of his stubble.

Your mom and Wayne were on their way over to talk. Nancy and Robin had graciously offered to take the kids off your hands for a few hours, giving you all the space you needed. While Robin strapped the kids into the back of her car, Nancy’s dainty fingers had found yours, giving you a small squeeze.

“You’re going to be fine babe. You’ll get it all worked out.”

You hoped she was right, but you couldn’t shake the dread that weighed down in your chest.

What if it didn’t all work out? What if you and your mom couldn't move passed your differences? You knew you could never walk away from Eddie and Steve, but could you really accept never having your own mother in your life again?

The doorbell rings, shaking you out of your thoughts. The two boys share a nervous look before standing up from the couch. Steve takes your hand as you both follow Eddie to the front door.

“Ready?” Eddie whispers, his hand resting on the handle.

You release a deep breath, feeling your chest shudder.

“M’ready.”

Eddie opens the door, revealing your mom and Wayne standing on the doorstep. Her fingers are interlaced with his, her knuckles white from how tight she clings to him. You notice her eyes drop to where Steve holds your own hand in a similarly tight grip.

“Mornin’ boys. Y/N.” Wayne says, his gruff voice softened with a kind smile.

“Hey Wayne. Ms Y/L/N.” Eddie says, his voice more timid than usual. Your Mom gives the three of you a small nod, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“C-come in.”

Eddie steps aside for them both to enter. They kick off their shoes, Wayne’s tattered boots side by side with your mother’s perfectly polished pumps. An unbearably awkward silence stretches out, and you press yourself into Steve’s side, wishing you could disappear and hide beneath the soft cashmere of his sweater. He clears his throat, tilting his head back towards the kitchen.

“I’ll uh - make us all a coffee.”

You all walk in silence, Eddie resting his hand on the small of your back. In the kitchen you and Eddie sit opposite your mom and Wayne as Steve pours coffee and cream into five mugs. You keep your eyes locked firmly on a spot on the kitchen island, and Eddie does the same. You can feel your mothers eyes on you, but you daren’t look up at her face.

She murmurs a thanks as Steve places her coffee in front of her, quickly retreating back to the seat beside you. The quiet drags on, the only sounds the faint hum of the washing machine in the utility room, and everyone taking small sips of their drinks.

“I.. I um, was thinking-“ you tense at your mom’s voice, your coffee cup shaking so hard in your hands that the rich brown liquid threatens to spill over the top.

“I’d like to talk to Eddie and Steve, alone. Before we all talk together. I-if that’s okay?”

“Of course Ms Y/L/N.” Steve says, giving her a kind smile.

You’re surprised to see a flicker of a smile on her lips.

“You can just call me Jane.”

Steve nods.

“Y/N.”

You look up at Wayne as he slides off his stool.

“Shall we give them a moment alone?”

“S-sure.”

You stand up, gently running your fingers along Eddie’s back and giving a small squeeze to Steve’s shoulder, before following Wayne out the doors into the back yard.

The usual January chill is lessened by the bright sun that washes over the garden. When you take a seat on the patio, the sun glows over your back, wrapping you in a warmth that feels like a gentle hug. Wayne slowly lowers himself into the chair beside you, wincing a little from the pain in his back. He slips a pack of Camels from his jacket pocket, chucking them down on the table as he digs around for his lighter. You watch as he cups a large hand around the flame, shielding it from the slight breeze.

“Wayne?”

“Yeah darlin’?” He mumbles, voice muffled as he keeps the cigarette pinched between his teeth.

“D-do you mind if I..?” You stammer, nodding at the pack.

He chuckles, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening.

“Go for it darlin’. Just don’t tell your mother I gave it to you.”

“I won’t.” You smile back, helping yourself to a cigarette. Wayne hands you his lighter, and you lean back in the chair as you exhale a steady grey cloud, the nicotine calming at least a small portion of your nerves. You rest your wrist on the edge of the table, the cigarette shaking between your trembling fingers.

“You alright?”

You look into Wayne’s pale eyes, finding nothing but concern and kindness.

“Just nervous.” You say, flicking your ash into the small tray in the centre of the table. “I’m worried about what she’s going to say to them.”

“I don’t think she’ll give em a hard time darlin’. She just wants what’s best for you.”

“She doesn’t know what’s best for me Wayne.”

“Maybe she doesn’t. But it’s hard to be a parent, there’s no rule book for you to follow. Christ, I know I made plenty of mistakes with Eddie. You just do the best you can, and you don’t always get it right.”

You mull over his words, looking out over the back yard. The swing set sits neglected, it had been too cold recently to play outside with the kids. It was similar to the set you’d had back home, all those years ago when you still lived in Indianapolis. When your dad was still around.

Not that he’d been around much for the last year of you living in that house. He was always out, leaving before you woke up and often getting home long after you’d gone to bed, if he came home at all. He was working, that was always his excuse, and every time your mom expressed her desire for him to be home more he’d act like a victim, saying that he was putting in extra hours to keep a roof over your heads. In reality he was screwing his secretary, and when he got her pregnant he moved out, playing happy families with her and your new half-brother. Your mom moved the two of you to Hawkins, needing the support of her family to help raise you as she went back to work full time. She never once complained, working long hours at the hospital, only to come home and clean the house, make dinner, help you with your homework. Your dad had completely checked out, his weekly phone calls becoming two weekly, then monthly. Eventually he stopped bothering at all.

It was just you and mom against the world. When you got older and less dependent on her, spending more of your free time out of the house with your friends, you’d thought she might start dating again. But she never did. Guilt swirls with the smoke in your lungs, choking you as you realise just how selfish you’ve been. Your mom didn’t really have anyone besides you. She shouldn’t have said such cruel things to you the last time you saw her, but still, you hadn’t been fair to her either. You were both at fault.

“Wayne?”

‘Mhmm?”

“Thank you. For being there for my mom.”

“You don’t need to thank me darlin’. Jane’s a special woman, I’m lucky to have her.”

You reach out for Wayne’s hand, squeezing his calloused fingertips as tears well in your eyes.

The glass door slides open and Eddie and Steve step out onto the patio. You and Wayne look up at them expectantly. Neither of them look upset, in fact they both seem more relaxed than they were fifteen minutes ago.

“How did it go?” You ask quietly.

“Good honey, it went good.” Steve says, flashing you a handsome smile.

“Really?”

“Really.” Eddie says, stealing one of Wayne’s cigarettes. Before he lights it he walks around the table to you, placing a wet kiss on your cheek.

“Why don’t you go in and talk to her baby?” He murmurs against your ear.

You sigh, pushing your chair back from the table. You stand on shaking legs, slowly making your way to the door. You slide it closed behind you, lingering with your eyes on the door handle, not brave enough to turn and face your mom who sits waiting for you.

“Y/N?”

You slowly spin in place, looking at your mom properly for the first time since she’s arrived. She looks tired, the shadows under her eyes darker than usual, her shoulders round and slumped. She fiddles nervously with her coffee cup, her fingers tracing up and down the smooth porcelain.

You take a seat opposite her, swallowing a sip of your discarded coffee, now luke warm.

“H-how have you been?” She asks quietly.

“Okay. I’m okay. How are you?”

“I’m alright. As alright as I can be I suppose.”

You nod, not knowing what to say next.

“I’ve really missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. A lot.” You admit, your voice wobbling. You bite down on your lip, your coffee cup blurring in front of your watery eyes.

“Baby girl.” She says softly.

It’s enough for the dam to burst. You stifle a sob as the tears spill freely down your cheeks.

“Y/N,” she whispers, her own voice shaking now. “C-can I hold you?”

You nod, and in an instant she’s making her way around the island, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. You press your face into her chest, shaking as you cry, clinging to her like Isla clings to you when she wakes from a nightmare or when she falls and scuffs her knees.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” She coos, stroking your hair and holding you tighter. You breathe in deeply, the familiar warmth of her body and the sweet smell of her perfume worsening the ache in your chest. Fuck, you’ve really missed her.

Your mom tilts your head back to look up at her, gently wiping her fingers over your tear stained cheeks.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry for everything.”

“N-no mom. I’m sorry. I s-shouldn’t have just left like that. I j-just didn’t know what to do.” You stammer.

“I know. It’s alright, it’s all going to be alright.”

She takes a seat beside you, holding your hands tightly.

“The boys have been taking care of you?” She asks.

“Yes. They’re so good to me.”

She smiles softly, blinking away the tears on her lash line.

“I thought so. I can tell just how much they care about you.”

“W-what happened? When you spoke to them?”

“We talked about you. About what their intentions are, I just needed to know that this was serious for them. I didn’t want you getting hurt. But it’s obvious how much they love you, they talk about you like you put all the stars in the sky.”

You smile, a warmth filling your chest that soothes the ache of your guilt.

“I want to explain, if that’s okay. W-why I reacted the way I did.”

“Okay.” You whisper.

“I think I knew really, even before Lucy’s mom said anything. I knew something was.. different, about your relationship with them both. I could see it in the way they looked at you on Christmas Eve, and in the way you were whenever you spoke about them. You’d get this dreamy look in your eyes. But once I knew that it was real, I panicked. This isn’t exactly what you dream about for your little girl. I know it sounds silly, b-but I always hoped you’d find someone perfect for you, that you’d get married, have children, grow old with someone. It was hard for me to see how they could give you that. The age gap concerned me. And obviously it’s an.. unusual set up. You know me, I don’t have a problem with the two of them together, it was just hard for me to understand how you fit into this.”

“I know mom. I can appreciate it was hard for you to wrap your head around.”

“It was. But I’ve spoken to Wayne about it a lot, and he really reassured me. I know that Eddie and Steve are good, decent men. I know they don’t want to hurt you. I - I still don’t fully understand, but maybe it’s not my place to understand. I just need to support you. And I do, I just want you to be happy, that’s all I’ve ever wanted Y/N.”

“I am happy mom. They make me happier than I’ve ever been. B-but I still need you.”

“Then you’ve got me.” She says, squeezing your hands harder. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be your mom, and I’ll always be here for you sweetheart. No matter what. And if Eddie and Steve make you happy then that’s all I can really ask for.”

The two of you smile at one another, both now crying, but they’re happier tears. You feel the weight lifting off your shoulders, knowing that you don’t have to choose between the men you love and the family you’ve always known. You get to have both.

“I have to say, you’re a lucky girl.” your mom whispers, a teasing lilt to her voice.

“They’re very handsome boys.”

You giggle, rolling your eyes at her.

“They are, aren’t they? Just don’t tell them that, Eddie’s ego is big enough as it is.”

Your mom laughs, standing to pull you in for another hug.

“Wayne’s handsome too.” You grin up at her, raising your eyebrows.

She blushes deeply, pushing you away playfully.

“Yes he is. And he’s a good man. He’s been kind to me.”

“Good. You deserve it mom. You deserve to be happy.”

She tenderly cups your cheek.

“Thank you sweetheart. I guess we’re both lucky.”

“We are.”

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When the men come back inside it’s like all the tension you’ve been carrying these last few weeks evaporates. The five of you sit in the living room, sipping fresh coffee and catching up, Eddie probing your mom and Wayne for details on their dates. Wayne smiles shyly as your mom recounts their lunches out, strolls in the park, lazy evenings curled up in front of the TV. You watch her, admiring a look in her eyes you haven’t seen since you were a child, back when her and your dad were still happily married. You think she just might be falling in love.

A while later you hear the click of the front door opening, and the sound of hurried tiny footsteps as Isla comes bounding into the room.

She leaps onto her uncles lap, shyly burying her face into his shirt when your mom says hi to her. Nance and Robin walk in a moment later, the latter gently swinging Ben’s car seat as he giggles away happily. Charlie stands beside Nancy, his fingers gripping the hem of her skirt. The girls smile at the cozy sight of you all sitting together, the reconciliation an obvious success.

“Hi guys.” Nancy says brightly, taking a seat on the spare couch.

“Hey girls. The kids didn’t give you too much trouble did they?” Steve asks.

“Nah, they were angels as always.” Robin grins, putting Ben’s carrier down at your feet.

“Isla was an angel? I don’t believe that for a second.” Eddie teases, leaning over to tickle her ribs. She squeals, pushing her Daddy’s hand away as she nestles herself between Wayne and your mom.

You unclip the straps holding Ben into his seat and scoop him up, bouncing him on your knee. He claps his pudgy hands together, babbling away incoherently, blinking up at you as if willing you to understand what he’s saying.

“Oh, is that right? That’s very interesting.” You coo, and he smiles and chatters some more. You catch your moms eye, she’s watching you fondly as you fuss over the boy on your lap, and you know her well enough to know that she’s thinking maybe you do still get to have the family life she dreamed of for you, even if it’s a little different.

“Have you guys eaten? I could make us all some lunch?” Steve offers.

“That’d be nice. Charlie do you want to stay and play with Isla for a little longer?” Nancy says.

The ever quiet boy nods.

“I got a new tea set for Christmas. You wanna play with that?” Isla grins, jumping down from the couch. Charlie stands, following her as she runs out of the room and the the stairs to her bedroom.

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You sit at the vanity table, a new addition to the room that Steve had put together while Eddie was away. Scooping night cream from its glass jar, you smooth the cool cream over your cheeks and forehead, making sure to bring it down to your neck and chest. You’re exhausted, but content, the day having gone better than you could have hoped for.

Chewing on sandwiches thrown together from whatever was left in the fridge the day before grocery shopping, you’d sat back in your chair admiring the scene before you. Your mom sat side by side with Wayne, a blissfully happy Ben bouncing on her knee as she eagerly asked Nancy her work at The Hawkins Post. Robin and Steve stood shoulder to shoulder, leaning by the porcelain sink. They were gossiping in hushed whispers about an ex-girlfriend of Robin who coincidentally was now dating an ex-girlfriend of Steve. The two giggled like bitchy high schoolers, heads bumping together as they scrolled through the Instagram page of Robins former lover. Over their shoulders, through the large window above the sink you could see Eddie. He was chasing Isla and Charlie across the lawn, hunched low with his arms dragging along the ground beside him, his face pulled into a playful sneer as he snapped and snarled like a monster. Isla squealed and giggled, her high pitched screams ringing out as she ran from her Daddy, only pausing to grab the hand of a terrified looking Charlie and drag him up to safety at the top of the jungle gym.

It had struck you then how easy it was, how natural it all felt. To have your mom here in your new home, your old life and the new all seamlessly blended together.

Back in the quiet peace of your shared bedroom, Eddie steps up behind you and presses a kiss to your shoulder, looking at you in the mirror.

“Hey pretty girl.”

“Hey pretty boy.”

Eddie’s cheeks flush pink and he grins, pulling some of his curls across his face bashfully.

Me? He mouths. You nod and giggle at him.

“You hear that Stevie? Y/N thinks I’m the pretty boy.”

“Is that so?” Steve says, pulling his shirt up over his head.

“I think you’re both pretty.”

“Yeah but she thinks I’m prettier.” Eddie teases.

You roll your eyes at him as you get up from the stool. You dress in an old tshirt of Eddie’s and a pair of Steve boxers, both of which have been commandeered as your sleep clothes.

You clamber into the bed beside Eddie, snuggling down into the soft sheets as his arms wind around your waist and pull you closer.

The mattress dips as Steve lays down the other side of you, his large hands coming to rest over Eddie’s.

“How are you feeling honey?” Steve murmurs, his face lost in your hair.

“Good.” You whisper to the ceiling, a slow smile spreading over your face. “M’really happy.”

“I’m glad.” he whispers back, moving up to place a kiss to your cheek.

“You still haven’t told me what my mom said to you.”

You roll onto your side to face Steve, Eddie clinging to your back and hooking his chin over your shoulder.

“We were fucking bricking it.” Eddie laughs, the vibration from his chest reverberating on your back.

“But she was nice.” Steve smiles. “She apologised to us both, and said she wanted to apologise to you. We told her she didn’t owe us an apology, we understood why she was upset.”

“I’m glad she apologised though.”

“Yeah, it was nice of her. She did grill us a bit, asked us what our intentions were with you.”

“Oh god, I’m sorry.” You groaned, covering your face with your hands.

“Don’t be silly sweet girl.” Eddie says, pulling your hands away. “She’s just looking out for you, we get that.”

“So w-what did you tell her. What are you.. intentions?”

Steve blushes, avoiding your eyes for a moment as he fiddles with a loose thread on the duvet.

“We told her that we love you.” Eddie says softly, his arms tightening around you.

Steve nods.

“We did. We told her that we hadn’t intended for this to happen, we didn’t set out to.. I don’t know, seduce you or anything.” You giggle at the way he cringes.

“It just happened because we’re so damn irresistible.”

“Ed shut up!” Steve scoffs without venom. “We told her we just fell in love with you, and by some miracle you felt the same way. We said that we know everything’s moved quickly, but we really, really love you, and we want you to be part of our life. Part of our family.”

Your body feels warm, his words bathing you in the soft glow of sunshine.

“And she understood. She said she’s happy, as long as we all are. As long as you are. And she said she trusts us. She knows we’ll do right by you.”

“I know you will too.” You murmur, bringing Steve’s hand to your face so you can gently kiss his knuckles.

“You’re it for us baby. We don’t ever want to be without you.” Eddie whispers.

“You won’t be. I’ll always be here, as long as you want me.”

“Sounds like you’re ours forever then.” He grins, placing a kiss to the juncture of your neck.

Forever. You like the sound of that.

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Day 5: 100 word Drabble

Dean x gn!reader

Summary: waking up next to Dean

A/n: I know I haven’t posted in ages. Apologies, I’m doing my masters, and it’s incredibly stressful. Hopefully I can write a little more in the next semester. But today, I was bored in a seminar, so you’re welcome 😂

Word count: 101

Waking up next to Dean wasn’t something new. But it was something y/n, looked forward to everyday. The warmth of his toned chest against their back, the way he had his arm lazily thrown across them, pinning them to the bed (Not that they’d ever want to move). The soft little breathes he released as he slept peacefully along side them, the way his nose was peppered with freckles. Everything about waking up next to Dean was dream worthy. They might never be able to have the apple pie life, but to y/n, everything they wanted was right in front of them.

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Someone please make a Hughie Campbell x reader and she’s Butcher’s daughter do it with anything please

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳 I know I haven’t written much in that time, but I’ve nearly completed my masters, gotten a proper adult job, and will hopefully be back towards the end of the year!

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hi! hru?? i was wondering if you could do a rogers!reader. if not, that’s perfectly fine💕💕

hope you’re doing okay

hey! I have a brother’s best friend rec list here

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