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rogueddie · 9 months

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A gay bar is the last place Steve ever thought he'd be, yet here he sits.

He keeps looking over to Robin- not too much, just enough to keep an eye on her. Make sure she's still having fun. Although, he's sure he doesn't need to be worrying.

The girl who'd caught Robins eye is small, feminine. She looks like a sweetheart and she keeps getting Robin flustered. They're cute together, clearly into eachother, and Steve couldn't be happier.

Even sat alone, feeling completely out of place and a little uncomfortable, seeing Robin able to flirt with someone so openly is… he just feels relieved.

He should have thought to bring her here sooner.

"Hey there." The man smiles when Steve flinches. It's a soft smile, kind. "You wanna dance?"

"Oh, uh, I don't- I mean, uh-"

"Woah, don't panic. It's just a dance, right? You look uncomfortable is all and seeing you sat alone with your big fucking puppy dog eyes is just sad." He gently nudges Steves chin up when he tries to look down, feeling awkward. His finger lingers a little, brushing along his jaw. "You don't wanna have a fun night out? I won't be offended if you say no."

And, ok, Steve's a little tipsy. He's sure he'd never agree if he were sober- it wouldn't have felt fair. The guy is clearly attracted to him, not even trying to hide the way he's eyeing him.

But Steve's buzz is more annoying than pleasant and dancing does sound fun. So he agrees, accepts the hand offered and lets the guy pull him into the crowd.

The guy keeps his distance. Anytime the crowd jolts Steve toward him, he steps back the same amount, keeping a solid foot between them. But he's grinning, yelling jokes over the music, unabashedly dancing like an idiot.

It's great, it's fun. Steve can't stop grinning, stomach starting to ache with how much he's been laughing.

Eventually, a slower song comes on, stronger sexual undertones. The guy (Eddie, he'd leant in to tell Steve when asked, explaining that he knew Steve because they used to be in the same year as in Hawkins) shrugs, pulling an exaggerated face that screams 'what-can-you-do'. He's turning away.

But Steve grabs his wrist, Eddie looking back with raised eyebrows.

"This alright then, pretty boy?" He asks after stepping in close. His hands rest low on his hips.

Steve nods, flushing. He automatically puts his hands on his shoulders, letting Eddie lead him through a weirdly intimate sort of slow dance. And Steve is suprised to find himself… into it? He's not sure.

He feels less tipsy, so he can't blame the easy blushes or the way his stomach flips on the alcohol. There's no excuse for how he's started looking at Eddie either, paying a little too much attention to the way he moves, how his hands feel when they slowly start to wonder.

He gently brushes Eddies hair out the way without thinking, tucking it behind his ear so he can see the tattoo on his neck. Eddie tilts his head slightly, baring his neck a little more. When he glances up, Eddie is watching him, curiously.

"Hate to sound pressumptious," he drawls, taking a small step forward so their chests are pressed together, "but it feels like you're making moves on me, big boy."

"What if I am? What happens then?"

"Maybe I'd ask if you're sober enough to drive or if we need to call a cab." He leans back a little when Steve moves to kiss him. He hums, smirking. "Or maybe I'd ask for your number. I'm a classy lady, Harrington; what if I don't put out on the first date?"

"I've never said no to a challange."

Eddie barks out a laugh, loud enough to startle some of the people swaying beside them. "As if."

"What? You're like... pretty."

"Pretty," he repeats, rolling his eyes. "People know I'm a fag, Steve. Even being seen with me like we're 'just friends' would fucking ruin you."

"Your point?"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wanna put money on that?"

Eddie eyes him for a second, his derision melting into curiosity. "You want to make a bet on whether you'll date me or not?"

"Why not? One of us wins money in a bet, we both score a date, and-"

"I thought you were straight."

"Yeah, me too. But I don't think straight guys think about you like I am, right now."

Eddie steps back, considering. It's a long, tense, moment before he finally sticks his hand out. Steve quickly shakes his hand, grinning.

"You've got yourself a deal."

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steddielations · 1 year

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“Evening, sir.”

It’s the Harrington boy. Again.

“I told you, son, it’s Wayne,” he manages a smile, harder to do these days, like chipping it out of cement and dusting it off. But he gets it done.

Steve doesn’t have the Henderson boy with him today, that’s a first.

“Where’s the curly one?” He steps aside, letting Steve into the trailer door, more rickety than before. No money left to fix it after repairing the bulk of the earthquake damage.

“Dustin? He doesn’t wanna watch the game, and trust me, you don’t wanna listen to that kid complaining the whole time,” Steve walks by, sorta chuckling to himself, “I always miss the replay ‘cause he makes me change the channel to those D&D cartoons during the commercials, just like—”

He stops in front of the couch, looking over his shoulder at Wayne like he’s afraid he messed up somehow. Wayne noticed that look often from him, less and less, but still often. All that confidence he carries can drop on a dime, sorta reminded him of—

“Like Ed?”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“S’alright. I don’t mind talking about him if you want,” Wayne manages another concrete smile, but he means it. Steve always waits for him to bring up Eddie first, like he doesn’t want to remind him if it ain’t on his mind, but Wayne likes to be reminded. It’s nice to feel like he’s not the only one missing him. “But the game was yesterday and y’know the cable’s out.”

“Yep, got it covered. I uh, I taped it,” Steve fishes a VHS tape from his back pocket. Fancy. Wayne would worry about him using that for his sake, but he has a feeling Steve’s folks aren’t around enough to notice.

“The Colts win?”

Steve flips the tape around, “Haven’t watched it, so we can bet on it if you’re feeling lucky.”

It doesn’t feel so dry and heavy when Wayne laughs a bit then, waving Steve to go ahead and start up the TV. He already caught the game on the radio, but he bets on the Colts anyway. Loser’s supposed to do the dishes after they scrounge together some soup, but Steve does them anyway.

Wayne would make a stink about it but he can tell Steve just wants to help, to feel like he’s helping. Same thing when the Henderson boy comes around to see him, wanting to hear all the stories, even the scary ones. So Wayne doesn’t mind letting Eddie’s friends feel like they’re helping him.

His nephew didn’t have many friends. Real, cover-your-six kinda friends. The boys he played his music with, they’ve come by a couple times, Wayne always liked Jeff despite the racket. That older fella that’s doing time now, Wayne wasn’t too fond of. And some of Eddie’s dungeon buddies he talked about were the only few.

Now, casual acquaintances? Anybody who didn’t have anywhere else to sit when he had an empty spot at his table? Sure, Eddie had those in spades.

His boy was good at that, putting on a good old show for his crowd, on a stage to keep his distance. That damn Al did him in good, never could trust easily, having his old man pop up and drag him into his mess before he took off again. And Eddie’s poor momma would’ve done right by him, if she hadn’t gotten sick so young.

Took Wayne a long time to get Eddie to depend on him, to trust this was his place to stay and he didn’t have to earn it, Wayne wasn’t just filling his head to scheme something out of him.

Love ain’t a transaction that way. He wasn’t ever any good at saying it, but he tried to show Eddie the best he could.

His boy though, always carried a debt with him. Like he owed Wayne something for taking him in, had to graduate quick and make it outta here, do something with the better life he gave him. Al dug him in so deep, Eddie stayed roped into whatever his latest scheme was (the cars, the dealing, the gambling, thank God Eddie wasn’t there when the goddamn robbery went wrong, 25 to life) like maybe it’d be enough to keep him from running off again.

The odds have never been in favor of people like them, poor folk in a town that’s stuck in its ways, where everybody’s just like their old man, but Al made his choices and Wayne made his. Rest their mother’s soul, she did her best. Part of Wayne was relieved when Al got locked up, at least Wayne had a better chance of keeping Eddie from going down the same path, try to raise him right.

Being a Munson wasn’t a crime. He didn’t owe a darn thing to anybody. Eddie could graduate at his own pace, play whatever games and music he wanted, dress however, that didn’t mean he was up to no good. And a lot of boys get into dealing for a little easy extra money around here, he was gonna grow out of that just like Wayne did.

It worked until all this mess.

That’s why Eddie ran off after what happened to the poor Cunningham girl. He gets spooked when something goes wrong, like it’ll be the last straw he can’t make up for so he runs off. Like the first time he didn’t make senior year, went and hid out with that Rick fella that Wayne never did like, got Eddie deep into that business he tried to keep a secret.

‘Course Wayne knew. He knows exactly what and where his boy hides. If those damn cops weren’t tailing him, he would’ve gone straight to get him.

That was before he knew it would turn into all of this. Now he wishes he would’ve done it anyway. Gone right to Eddie, told him it wasn’t his fault that everything got all turned upside down. Told him he knew he was innocent right from the get-go, and got him away from this rotten old town.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t go get his boy.

So now he’s just trying to be there for Eddie’s boys, since he can’t.

“You have a night shift tonight right? Gonna put on a pot of coffee,” Steve says once he’s finished up the dishes.

Wayne hums. There’s usually more noise going on during these visits. Steve’s still alright at carrying on, even without the Henderson boy’s chatter to fill any gaps.

It was strange, the first time the two of them showed up. Wayne knew Eddie was close with Dustin, but he didn’t have a clue that he was chumming it up with the Harrington boy. Just don’t seem like the same type of company. He might not believe it if it weren’t so obvious that Steve cared about his boy. He suspected before, but now with Steve showing up here alone, he knows.

Steve misses Eddie in a different sorta way than Dustin.

“No cream or sugar, right?” Steve looks humored by that as he passes the mug of black coffee to him, “How are you related to Eddie again?”

Wayne’s mouth turns upward, remembering his nephew’s god awful sweet tooth. He picked up a box of Honeycombs the other day in the store out of habit. “Just happened to be standin’ there when they beamed him down.”

That gets a good chuckle out of Steve. Nothing wistful weighing it down and Wayne’s glad, watching Steve pour himself a cup of coffee too.

Then bitter-sweetness swirls in his chest, seeing the mug that Steve chose for himself. Must’ve dug it out from one of the boxes Wayne hadn’t hung back on the walls yet. The earthquake did a number on his collection. That Garfield one was the only one he’d gotten around to gluing back together.

“What is it?” Steve asks, cup paused at his mouth.

“Ah nothin’ just,” Wayne waves it off, “That’s the mug Ed always used.”

“Oh, I can use a diff—”

“Nah, nah go ‘head. It’s fine.”

Unconvinced, Steve takes a wary sip.

Mostly these days, Wayne just feels like a watch without a ticker, a chest with nothing beating inside it. He can’t name the feeling he has at seeing Eddie’s old mug being used by someone else, but at least it’s something.

“Y’know, he used to put everything in that sucker. Soda pop, soup, cereal, you name it,” Wayne shakes his head, mouth twitching into a smile, “I’d have to wrestle it away from him just to give it a good washing. It’s well loved, alright. Leaks now.”

As if on cue, Steve has to grab a napkin to sit underneath it.

Wayne lets out an amused hum, “He uh— Didn’t have much stability ‘fore he came to live with me, so he’d get real attached to things like that.”

Carried around a stuffed dragon they picked up at a garage sale ‘til Wayne couldn’t sew the wings back on anymore. Never wanted to throw anything away. Got real anxious about Wayne going to work sometimes, even when he was too old for a sitter. Held onto him saying “Stay home just today, Dad, please.” Which, he didn’t mind Eddie calling him that. It always softened him up, made him give in. Wishes now that he’d told Eddie upfront. Maybe he never would’ve stopped.

“Thought for sure he’d marry that damn guitar one day.”

Steve nearly sputters his coffee, laughing at that, “Yeah, those two are made for each other.”

It’s nice, seeing the way that story lit Steve up. Sorta like his boy can still make someone happy. Hurts like hell that he ain’t here to do it himself, but Wayne was always good at telling stories. That’s where Eddie learned it from.

“I’m uh,” Steve deflates after a minute, looking down at the mug, “God, I’m just really sorry, Wayne.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry too, Steve,” he says, because, well.

Wayne gets the feeling that his boy was Steve’s boy too.

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hawkinsmethlab · 1 year

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Part Two

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The first time they kiss, Eddie is technically dead. Or, does CPR even count? Steve’s tempted to say no, because that’s not how kissing works. (He would know the best out of any of them, right?) The cracking of ribs under his hands and the taste of blood in his mouth, how desperately he’s blowing air into too-heavy lungs and listening to one of his best friends cry so hard he’s dry heaving.

But he doesn’t stop, not until there’s a pulse, however weak.

Eddie dies twice on the way to the hospital. They tell Steve later that he died again when he was on the operating table and nearly didn’t get him back.

Steve runs himself ragged over the next month, between volunteering at the community center, donating blood and making sandwiches, helping to clear the streets of debris, patrolling for Upside Down shenanigans and playing chauffeur for his gang of kids who aren’t acting so much like kids these days. He visits Max and Eddie as often as he can. Max still hasn’t woken up and nobody’s sure when that might be, but he gets to have his first conversation with Eddie about a month later.

He’s only been awake for a week, and still can’t do much of anything but talk, and even that’s hit or miss most days. Even when he can kind of hold a conversation, he gets tired too fast for it to mean much, but everyone Steve talks to is upbeat about his recovery.

He hadn’t been planning on actually sitting with him, there’s still so much to do, but Wayne had asked him to hang out while he ran to grab himself some lunch. Who is he to deny that man anything, especially something so easy as watching a half-comatose idiot?

Eddie wakes up after about a minute of Steve being there. When he notices him, Eddie’s eyes go glazed and he’s got a dopey smile.

“They’ve got you on the good stuff, huh?” Steve says.

Eddie nods, but his muscles are loose so it’s more of a roll. “Oh, yeah. I’d make a fortune off the stuff if I could get my hands on it. But, shh, don’t tell. I’ll get in trouble.”

“Okay, man, whatever you say. My lips are sealed or whatever.”

“Mmm.” Eddie squints at him then, frowns until he’s pouting. “Sorry you had to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Lay one on me,” he says, eyes closed now. “Bet you hated it. Bet it tasted awful.”

Steve rolls his eyes, fights back the smile his lips are trying to pull up into. “Appreciate the concern. Lucky for you, it wasn’t anything I hadn’t tasted before. And I didn’t. Hate it.”

Eddie’s eyes open so fast Steve worries they’re gonna fly out of his skull. “You what?”

“I was saving your life, dude,” Steve says. Duh. “Hard to hate something like that. I mean, maybe if it hadn’t worked then it might be a different story but--”

“Oh. Right.” Eddie relaxes back into his pillow. He’s trying to keep his eyes open, on Steve, but it’s a fight he isn’t going to win. He’s like a kid trying to stay up past his bedtime, and this time Steve can’t force down the smile in time.

“Just go to sleep,” he tells him. “Your uncle will be back soon.”

“Been sleepin’ forever, I’m sick of it. Keep havin’ weird dreams.”

“...Yeah, I’ve been there.”

Silence settles between them, broken by beeps of machinery, distant footsteps and announcements from the hallway. Eddie’s eyes are closed again, his brow still creased. Steve thinks he might have actually fallen back asleep until he sees his lips move.

Steve scoots a little closer. “Are you trying to say something?”

Eddie sniffs, make the face like he’s pouting again. “I said, I’mma make it up to you.”

“Make what up to me?”

“Bad first kiss.” Eddie shakes his head. “I can do better. Wanna do-over.”

Steve freezes like a deer in headlights. Like he has a gun to his head. Like he just heard the front door open and he knows it’s his parents coming home. He knows it’s the drugs talking and that Eddie doesn’t know what he’s saying, not really. At the end of the day he probably isn’t going to remember this conversation.

Eddie is in a hospital bed, hooked up to about a dozen different machines looking like he’s been hit by a train, his skin so pale that Steve can make out every vein, every bruise and cut and stitch. Long fingernails and peeling scabs that crawl up his neck like a fungus. He’s drooling a bit from the side of his mouth and his eyes are still crusty with sleep and he’s got a smattering of acne that’s cropped up on his forehead and nose, along the edge of his chin. His bangs are pinned back because they’re so greasy.

Steve’s heart races anyway.

There’s a correct answer here, the one he’s been raised with, the one beaten into him. The instinctual urge to brush it off as a joke (ha, good one, man) to take it as an insult (remember who you’re talking to, Munson) to ignore it altogether (just go back to sleep).

Then there’s the incorrect answer.

“Alright, Munson,” he says, softly, terrified. “Once you’re all better, you can show me what I missed out on.”

Through the exhaustion and the pain meds, Eddie grins. “Watch out, Harrington. I’m about to rock your world.”

Steve smiles. He doesn’t fight it this time. “Can’t wait.”

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unfinishedslurs · 1 year

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jock on jock violence (past steve/tommy)

“Just leave people alone, Tommy,” Harrington says lowly. Dangerously. Harrington’s always been dangerous, in the way that straight, entitled jocks have always been dangerous to Eddie, but sometimes Eddie thinks he dropped the crown to pick up a sword. There’s something sharper about him now, something that wasn’t there before Halloween. Different from the fake smiles and shifty eyes after the Byers kid went missing. Not that Eddie’s been looking.

“Leave them alone?” Hagan demands. “Like how you left me alone?” And wow, is he delusional? Did he just completely forget about his girlfriend, Hargrove, and the entire fucking basketball team?

“Not everything is about you! Seriously, man? You’re just gonna twist what I’m saying like that?” Harrington snaps, and oh, Eddie doesn’t want to be here for this. If the former king and his old lackey duke it out, he does not want to get caught in the crossfire. “Jesus, grow up. Sorry I got sick of being a total dick.”

“Oh, yeah, now you’re just sucking Byers’s—“

“You want to go there? Do you really wanna go there, Tommy?”

Shit, Eddie should not be here for this.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Hagan says, suddenly panicked.

“I thought you liked my mouth.”

Eddie has to practically stuff his fist in his mouth to keep from sputtering.

“What the fuck, man,” Hagan hisses. Eddie knows he’s looking around, even though no one’s in the bathroom except them and Eddie. And Eddie’s never going to breathe a fucking word of this to anyone, on account of not wanting his face rearranged ten times over. “What, are you some kind of fag now? Is that what you’re telling me?”

Harrington almost sounds bored when he replies. “You would know, wouldn’t you?”

“I told you to watch your mouth.”

“You gonna shut me up?”

“What has gotten into you?” Hagan finally asks the million dollar question. Harrington’s acting like he’s got a fucking death wish. “One minute we’re calling out Byers for being a creep, and the next you’re dumping me like it’s nothing. And now you’re suddenly best buds? Even after he stole your girlfriend twice? You know how pathetic that is, right? What, do you share her or something? The slut putting out—“

There’s a rustle of clothes, and then a thud, like something—someone getting slammed into a wall.

“Don’t talk about Nancy like that,” Harrington growls. “This isn’t about her.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No, man, it’s about you being a total asshole, and I’m telling you to leave people the fuck alone.”

“Or what?” Hagan almost sounds amused, over obvious nerves. He’s not even trying to escape the hold he’s in. “I’m stronger than you, and we both know it. You’ve still got a concussion, don’t you? Hargrove told me he beat your face in.”

“Hargrove this, Hargrove that. You sound like you’ve got a crush or something. You suck him like you sucked me?”

Jesus fucking Christ.

“You can’t win this fight, Steve.”

“I don’t need to. Mutually assured destruction, asshole. You stop hurting people, and I won’t tell the entire town about us.”

Oh shit. Oh shit. Harrington sounds serious. It almost makes him sick to his stomach, even as a hysterical laugh tries to bubble out. Who woulda guessed that the former king of Hawkins High had enough guts to paint himself as a queer to their conservative, stick in the mud town?

That is, if Hagan doesn’t fucking kill him first.

“You wouldn’t.” Hagan sounds panicked now, and for good fucking reason. He’s been on the “right” end of what happens to their kind of freaks for years. How quickly would the vultures turn on him? They descended on Harrington pretty damn quick.

“Wanna bet?”

“You do that, you lose everything. Peace, daddy’s money, your precious sports scholarships…”

“I’m not going to college,” Harrington says. “Look in my eyes, Hagan. Do I look like I’m bluffing? I’ve got nothing to lose.”

Eddie has to keep in a scoff at that. If there’s one thing he’s learned, it’s that there’s always something to lose with shit like this. Namely your life.

This is fucked. This is so fucked. Eddie wants out of this stall, Jesus H. Christ. He’d take Mrs. Smith’s class anyday over knowing one wrong move will end with two jocks beating his fucking face in for hearing something he wasn’t supposed to hear. Or potentially having to jump in to try and save Harrington’s stupid fucking mug.

There’s a long pause that does absolutely nothing for Eddie’s nerves, before Hagan finally spits out, “Fine.”

“What was that?”

“Fine.”

“Good man,” Harrington says, as if they’re discussing some kind of business deal and not outing themselves in front of God and Mrs. Jenkins and everyone. “Now get the fuck outta here, Tommy.”

Rustling, quick footsteps, and then the door opens and shuts without a word.

Silence.

Eddie sighs in relief.

“Hello?” Harrington asks, voice on edge.

Shit.

His stall door swings open, and there he is, in all his fallen kingly glory. Bruise over one eye, scowl on his face, and dangerous set to his shoulders that Eddie knows all too well.

“Uhh, hi?” Eddie squeaks. He’s still sitting like fucking Gollum, feet on the toilet, unlit cigarette in hand. He drops it, and neither of them look away from each other as it rolls behind the toilet bowl.

Excellent first impression, really.

“What the fuck, man?” Harrington asks. “Were you just listening to that?”

“Look,” Eddie says quickly. “In my defense, I was here first. Also, if he saw me, Hagan was definitely going to beat me up. Except, uh, you’re definitely going to kick my ass anyway for hearing that, so I probably should just cut my losses and accept death at this point.”

Harrington doesn’t seem to know what to say to this, mouth opening and closing slowly.

“Also, for the record?” Eddie says. “I won’t say anything. I know you have, like, zero reason to trust me, but I’m really good at secrets, dude, like you wouldn’t believe. I haven’t even told Jeff that Gareth—anyways, secrets? What secrets? I didn’t hear anything. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

He gets a scathing look in return. “If you tell anyone—“

“Wait, wait, wait! You said something about mutually assured destruction, right? I get it. I get it, Harrington, fuck, you know I do. Who would believe me if I blabbed, anyway? Who are they gonna believe, the King or the Freak?”

Harrington sighs, but he must see the truth in what Eddie said because he moves away from the stall. Takes a wad of paper towels and starts running them under the sink.

It emboldens Eddie enough to follow him. “I mean, really, they’d probably just call it wishful thinking or something. Plus, I’m pretty sure most of the school would rather die than talk to me, so, like, you’re safe, man. I’ve already blacked it out in my memory, it’s gone.”

It seems like Harrington has tuned him out, pressing the wet paper towels to his forehead and eye. That’s good, because Eddie doesn’t even know what he’s saying anymore.

“Also, for the record? That was badass. I don’t think I’d have the guts to do that, even if the entire town kind of knows about me anyway. Which, wow, you were really good at hiding it. Hagan I kind of suspected, given the giant fucking boner he had for you, but you—“

“Do you ever shut up?”

Eddie’s mouth shuts with a click. Harrington sighs again and pinches his nose, looking almost like a mother trying to herd her seven rambunctious children into the minivan. His hands are shaking.

“You okay, man?” Eddie finally asks quietly.

Harrington doesn’t say anything, just presses the paper towels over both eyes, like he’s trying to stave something off. Oh, shit, is he…

“Are you…crying?”

“What? No,” Harrington says, obviously lying. “It’s the light, I get headaches. Concussion.”

“Right.”

“Look, can we just forget this ever happened?”

“Already forgotten,” he promises. “But, uh, for the record? That was really brave of you, man.”

“I wouldn’t have gone through with it.”

“That actually kind of surprises me, because I could not tell from your voice. You sounded like you were ready to march up to The Post then and there and spill all Hagan’s dirty little secrets. All ‘I’ve got nothing to lose,’ and shit.” He pitches his voice lower, in a mimic of some action movie hero or something.

Harrington finally laughs, and something in Eddie thrills at it. “I pulled that outta my ass,” he admits. “I knew he would believe it, ‘cause to him I already did lose everything. My friends, my girlfriend, my…” he waves his hand around, “my status, or whatever. And a few screws, probably.”

“Well I can attest to the screws, because I think you might be actually insane. You cornered him in an empty bathroom without checking to see if it was actually empty and threatened to out him to the entire town? I thought I was going to have to save your life, Jesus shit. Don’t fucking do that, do you have a death wish or something?”

“I did check,” Harrington snaps. “I looked under the stalls, and none of the doors were locked. Who the hell sits on a toilet like that anyway? You looked like one of those ugly stone fuckers, the ones they put on buildings and shit.”

Eddie bursts out laughing, too incredulous to be offended. “You mean gargoyles?”

“Whatever. Besides, Hagan won’t kill me. He’s too much of a coward.”

“I hate to break it to you, Harrington, but cowards are dangerous too.”

“Not Tommy’s kind of coward” Harrington says. “Not to me.” He wonders about the surety in his voice. Does he think Hagan still has feelings for him? Ex-boyfriends can be the worst kind of assholes. Hell hath no fury like a man scorned. Harrington gives him a look, like he knows exactly what he’s thinking. “He’s a bully and an asshole, but he doesn’t have the guts,” he insists. “He’s no Hargrove.”

Eddie sneers. “Hargrove. The guy’s a fucking psycho.”

“Tell me about it,” Harrington says dryly. He finally looks at Eddie, eyes him up and down. Eddie could take him, honestly, he’s scrappy and Hagan wasn’t lying when he said everyone knows Harrington can’t win a fight. Pair that with the concussion he’s sporting, and it’d probably take a love tap to take him down. But he doesn’t want to.

“You’re probably better off without Hagan anyway,” he offers helpfully. It doesn’t work, just makes Harrington look like a kicked puppy, damaged and sad and cold. It makes Eddie want to take him in as one of his little lost sheep, honestly, which is an impulse he pushes far, far down. Abdicated or not, a king is no fit for a freak’s friend. Even if he and Byers have been pretty friendly.

“I know,” he says. “But he was still my friend, you know? Like, the first one I ever had. Maybe that’s why it took me so long to realize.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that. There’s an awkward silence, where Harrington turns his focus back to the mirror. Eddie clears his throat and tries to lighten the mood. “So, you and Byers…”

The look he receives could make the Demogorgon shake in his boots. “Don’t you have a class to fail or something? You should probably go to that before—”

The bell interrupts Harrington perfectly, and he snaps his mouth shut. Eddie snorts.

“Think it’s a little late for that, but I know a dismissal when I see one. See you around, Harrington.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Hey, remember—“

“I know,” he calls behind him, striding for the door. “Mutually assured destruction!”

Leaving the bathroom feels like being reborn a whole new man. He swears the air is cleaner than it ever was before he went in. His last glance behind himself shows Harrington looking in the mirror, no sign of moving as the door shuts.

As he’s walking to his next class, he spies Wheeler and Byers huddled together, whispering. They look worried.

They both startle when he speaks. “If you’re looking for Harrington,” he says quietly, stopping next to them, “check the smoke bathroom, by the band hall. I think he’s still in there.”

Wheeler’s brows furrow, but Byers gives him a nod, already moving. Eddie moves along as Wheeler shoots him a quick look of gratitude before following, books hugged to her chest.

Eddie doesn’t know what’s going on between the three of them, but he kind of wants to now, especially considering Harrington’s non-answer when he asked. He doubts Wheeler is a cover-up, not after her and Harrington’s breakup and the quiet, lovey-dovey honeymoon phase she and Byers seem to be having. The one that kind of seems to tear Harrington to pieces sometimes, even as he sits with them and walks to class with them and even hangs out with them outside of school, if Jeff really saw the three of them at the diner together last week. Maybe Steve Harrington’s a secret masochist.

Then he remembers the bruise yellowing around his eye, the weird tension he has with the guy who beat him up last year. The way he damn near begged Hagan to beat his ass in the bathroom. Not so secret, then.

Whatever. It’s none of Eddie’s business. He’s gonna soil his reputation if he keeps focusing on Hawkins royalty like this. Never mind the way Harrington’s soiled his own reputation enough. So what if King Steve isn’t king anymore? He’s still just another pretty face.

A pretty face, with nice arms and big eyes and thighs. And he’s queer, and doesn’t seem like the kind of closeted that would have the usual jock shove him away after getting a blowie. Shit.

His lungs itch for the cigarette he never got to smoke. Too bad the bathroom is occupied.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #tommy hagan #post s2 #jock on jock violence au #stommy #onesided steddie #implied stoncy #this is the closest i ever came to finishing something if i ever write a beginning it's going on ao3 #we stay billy bashing 💪#are tommy and billy fucking? up to interpretation #i fully believe eddie would crouch on the toilet to smoke like a fucking gremlin #stranger things fanfic

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(steddie | explicit | 2.7k | tags: friends with benefits, they are in love your honor they are just bad with words, food sex (ice cream), slight dom/sub undertones (dom Steve/sub Eddie), blowjobs | @steddielovemonth prompt Love is sharing food by @sparklyslug | AO3)

Thursday is officially Eddie's favorite day of the week.

He freely admits that this is a recent development, because before he and Steve started their weekly movie nights, Saturday was Eddie's favorite day. But not even the prospect of having a full day off and another one to look forward to could beat spending several hours alone with Steve.

It's not that he really minds sharing Steve most of the time, because Eddie knows that Steve is happiest when all members of their unconventional little family are safe and accounted for. But the greedy part of Eddie revels in the knowledge that he could have Steve all to himself for a few hours each week.

In hindsight, he should have known that this particular kind of possessiveness was probably not normal friendship behavior. Nor was it really making an effort with his clothes and his appearance for a night on Steve's couch with just the two of them and their movie of the week. But Eddie can be slow on the uptake, especially when it comes to his (previously non-existent) love life.

It took Steve kissing him with lips that tasted like the buttery popcorn he had prepared for them for Eddie to realize that what he felt for Steve was different from what he felt for his other friends.

After that, their movie night routine changed slightly.

It was still every Thursday, but now Eddie usually stayed at Steve's place or vice versa after the movie was over.

They still took turns choosing the movie, but now they always had to pause or rewind whatever was playing because they got lost in each other again.

It was still a rule that they had to bring their own snacks, but now they made sure to bring something that the other one liked, because they knew that's what their kisses would taste like.

Of course, about two months after their friendship has evolved into what it is now, Steve has to break one of their few (admittedly unspoken) rules.

"I can't believe you would betray me like that," Eddie exclaims as Steve squeezes the cold plastic tube into his hands so Eddie can put it in the freezer. At Steve's questioning look, his eyebrows practically hidden behind his floppy hair, Eddie waggles the ice cream in Steve's face. "Mint chocolate chips! The ice cream of heathens and old men."

The sound of Steve's laughter fills the trailer's small kitchen.

"I don't know what's so funny, Steve. This is disgusting. I refuse to let you near me if you taste like this vile abomination."

"Oh wow, tell me how you really feel," Steve laughs, rolling his eyes in exasperation. He crosses his arms over his very broad and lickable chest, the white t-shirt straining against his biceps and distracting Eddie enough that he doesn't notice the calculating look in Steve's eyes.

"I bet I can convince you otherwise before the night is over," Steve says, sounding like he has no doubt he can change Eddie's mind. As if he never had to deal with Eddie's stubborn ass before.

"Yeah, sure, sweetheart. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

With a cocky smile on his pretty face, he looks just like King Steve did at the height of his reign, only now the sight makes heat pool in Eddie's groin.

"Wanna bet?" He asks and Eddie's animal brain senses the danger behind those two simple words, a predator playing with his food. Too bad Eddie has a very twisted sense of self-preservation, so he just sticks out his hand for Steve to shake.

"Sure, I'll bet you can't get me to like mint chocolate chip ice cream by the end of the night. If I win, I get to pick the movies for two months."

"Two months?" Steve exclaims loudly, clearly shocked, before he catches himself and the confident look returns to his face. "Fine. After I win, I get to take you on a weekend trip to Indy, on me."

Eddie blinks at him, confused, because that doesn't sound like a price to Eddie, more like a reward. But Steve looks so sure of himself that Eddie doesn't correct him. It doesn't matter anyway, because there's no way Eddie can lose this bet.

They shake hands on it, both holding on longer than necessary to seal the deal.

After the brief interlude in Eddie's kitchen, the rest of the evening goes on as usual. They watch Stand By Me because Eddie loves Stephen King and Steve secretly loves coming-of-age movies, which is no surprise considering his own upbringing was filled with absentee parents, a rude awakening to the shiteness of his ways, and, oh yeah, monsters and fighting for his life since he was 16.

The movie doesn't really set the mood for making out, even for two chronically horny boys in their early twenties, so they just watch it bundled up under the blanket, pressed together in a way that could almost be called cuddling.

They never really put a name to what they do every Thursday night, but cuddling before their clothes come off is new. It turns Eddie's chest into a garden of perilous hope, like cherry blossoms unfurling in response to the warming embrace of the spring sun. It makes it hard for him to concentrate on the movie, and he's glad that he's read the book several times, so Steve doesn't notice anything off when he asks Eddie about his opinion of the movie.

Eddie really needs to get a handle on this whole thing. He has fallen in love with the boy who casually rocks his world every Thursday, only to be the best friend Eddie has ever had the rest of the time.

It's neither smart nor safe.

It will most likely end in heartbreak.

As the credits roll, Steve stretches lazily like a big cat in the sun, pressing his body even closer to Eddie's. The sensation of hard muscle and soft flesh so close makes his hands itch with the urge to touch, and Eddie feels the burning hunger inside him, dormant during the movie, awaken.

One look into Steve's eyes tells Eddie he's not alone.

They don't need words when Steve gets up from the couch and holds out his hand, waiting for Eddie to take it. When he does, Steve pulls him to his feet and takes him in his arms, their faces suddenly inches apart.

"Hi," Steve says, brushing his nose against Eddie's, making Eddie's stomach flutter.

"Hi," he whispers back, embarrassingly short of breath. Steve has that effect on him, and he wonders absently if he should quit smoking before Steve sends him to an early grave just by being Steve.

It's his last thought before Steve leans in to capture Eddie's lips in a soft kiss. It's almost chaste, the way Steve explores Eddie's lips with his own until Eddie opens his mouth, silently begging Steve to claim him, to turn this kiss into something hungry.

Steve has never denied Eddie anything, and he's not about to start now.

Wandering hands search for heated skin, clothes discarded all over the living room floor as collateral damage from the wildfire Eddie has willfully ignited.

His hands work on the button of Steve's jeans as Steve gently pulls away from their kiss, forcing Eddie to lean back and look at him as well. It's a sight to behold and Eddie admires how disheveled Steve looks. He preens at the sight of Steve's perfect hair a mess, his lips shiny with spit, his eyes glassy and his cheeks pink.

Eddie did this.

"Go and wait for me on your bed. I'll be there in a minute." Steve tells him. Orders him, really. They haven't talked about it, but they both know that some days Eddie wants to be told what to do. He wants the chance to be good, but more than that, he wants to be able to just let go of the weight of responsibility that has been on his shoulders since he was a kid, when he had to learn to take care of himself because his father clearly wouldn't, and put it in Steve's strong hands.

Eddie trusts Steve to take care of him.

"Okay," Eddie agrees, stealing another quick kiss and earning a smack on his ass.

"Brat," Steve says with a smile before getting serious again. "I want you to be naked by the time I get to the bedroom."

Eddie swallows hard and nods before turning around to do as he's told.

When Steve enters the room a few minutes later, Eddie is on his back on the bed, naked and painfully hard.

"Look at you," Steve says, and the awe in his voice makes Eddie squirm. He turns his head, needs to see the look of lust that he knows will be on Steve's face, and takes it in, greedily. Steve has stripped off the rest of his clothes as well and Eddie's mouth waters at the sight of his heavy cock swaying slightly from side to side as Steve walks toward him.

The bed sinks under Steve's weight, his shitty mattress on the soft side, causing Eddie to roll slightly toward him. Steve reaches out to steady him and his hand feels shockingly cold against Eddie's heated skin.

"What the fuck?" he exclaims, the heady feeling of seconds ago gone as he leaps back from the freezing touch.

Chuckling slightly, Steve apologizes, "Sorry, I didn't think -"

"Didn't think? Why are your hands so cold, Stevie? Are you a ghost?" Eddie asks, only half-joking, blurting out the first thought that comes to mind.

"What? No! I'm not a ghost, you idiot. I just brought something for us to play with."

Surprised by these words, Eddie pulls his eyes away from Steve's face and looks around, searching for whatever Steve brought. It must be in the hand Steve has strategically placed behind his back, and Eddie knows what he has to do to get it.

"Show me? Please?" he begs, his eyes widening even more and his lower lip sticking out just a little. It teeters on the edge of being too much, but for some unknown reason it works like a charm with Steve.

His eyes soften even as he playfully nudges Eddie's shoulder. "Get rid of those puppy dog eyes, man. I'm not falling for them," he insists as he moves to show Eddie what's in his other hand.

It's the fucking ice cream tube.

Eddie groans at the sight and tries to sit up and get away, but Steve is faster. Before Eddie knows what's happening, Steve has straddled his hips and is practically sitting in Eddie's naked lap with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Nuh-uh, we have a bet and I intend to win it."

Huffing, Eddie rolls his eyes. "You can't order me to like it."

"No, and I don't have to. You'll be begging me for more soon enough," Steve replies and Eddie wonders if they're still talking about the goddamn ice cream.

He's not sure he wants to know.

"And how are you going to do that?" Eddie asks as he puts his hands on Steve's hips to keep him on top of him. He may not like the taste of mint chocolate chip, but he sure likes the weight of Steve in his lap.

Instead of answering, Steve takes the spoon he's also holding in his big hands and plunges it into the ice cream before taking a spoonful of it into his mouth. It's already on the creamy side and the sight of it on Steve's tongue is surprisingly hot.

Even more so when Steve squeezes Eddie's jaw between his fingers until Eddie opens, then leans in and practically shotguns the ice cream into Eddie's mouth.

Before Eddie can react, Steve's tongue follows, sliding the cream back and forth between them until it's gone, their cold mouths heating up quickly as the last of the taste fades.

"Good?" Steve asks, and Eddie is so far gone that he almost, almost agrees. He catches himself just in time and clicks his tongue.

"Nice try, Stevie."

Steve just hums and does it again. Puts a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth to share with Eddie. When it's gone this time, he doesn't even ask if it's good, just dips the spoon into the tub to get another.

By the time they share the fifth spoon, Eddie begins to believe that Steve has never tasted like anything but mint chocolate chip, and he doubts that he'll ever kiss him again without searching for that taste in his mouth.

So when Steve starts to pull away from their kiss, Eddie blindly follows. He sits up and wraps his arms around Steve so that he couldn't get away from Eddie if he tried.

"Good?" Steve asks again, but this time Eddie is prepared.

"Uh-uh," he says, shaking his head before fastening his mouth to Steve's neck.

Above him, Steve giggles and it's such an endearing sound that Eddie can't help but smile against the spit-slick skin beneath his mouth.

He's in no way prepared when Steve grabs his hair close to his scalp and pulls his head back. Before Eddie can ask what's wrong, suddenly afraid he's done something wrong, Steve demands, "Stay still."

He lets go of Eddie's hair and when Eddie does as he's told, he's rewarded with a quick kiss on the forehead and a gentle, "Good boy."

Then Steve takes another spoonful of ice cream, the frozen dessert well on its way to melting, and dribbles it down his neck and chest. Some of it gets caught in his chest hair, and when a drop lands on his nipple, Steve inhales sharply.

Between them, Eddie's cock twitches.

"Come on, puppy. Lick it up, be a good boy for me," Steve purrs, and fuck, Eddie has no idea where this is coming from, but judging by the way his dick is so fucking wet that it keeps dripping onto Steve's hairy thighs where they bracket his, he's really, really into it.

And judging by the sounds coming out of Steve's mouth as Eddie licks and nips all over Steve's skin, so is he.

Eddie alternates between broad strokes with his tongue and sucking motions with his mouth, adding a bit of teeth as he scrapes the remaining sweetness from between the coarse hairs between Steve's pecs.

When it's all gone and Steve's skin is glistening with Eddie's spit, they kiss again because this is Steve's favorite ice cream and Eddie has to share the taste with him.

He gets lost in the smooth glide of their tongues and when Steve moans "fuck" into his mouth, he thinks it's just because of how hot everything is. But when Steve pushes him away with a firm hand on his shoulder and grabs his chin to direct his gaze down, Eddie realizes what caused that particular sound.

There's half-melted ice cream all over Steve's beautiful cock, running down the veiny flesh and onto his heavy balls. Someone whimpers and Eddie fears it's him.

A gentle hand on his cheek pulls him out of his reverie and he lets himself be moved, his head slowly lowering as his back bends until his lips close around the head of Steve's hard cock.

"So good, baby, so hot, lick it all off, yeah?" Steve babbles and Eddie hums in approval. He's going to be good, he's going to lick it all off Steve and then share the taste with him again.

That's what he does, his tongue swirling around the head before he lowers himself even further onto Steve, lips and tongue eagerly scooping up the sweet cream. The coldness of the cream only adds to the hotness of it all, the contrast of the soft, cold cream against Steve's hard, hot flesh slowly driving Eddie crazy. Steve is not faring any better, his moans turning to whimpers, his voice breathy and high as he continues to praise Eddie in an endless litany of filth and sweetness.

It's a surprise when Steve suddenly freezes over him, his whole body going rigid as hot cum floods Eddie's mouth. It spills from his lips before he realizes what's happening and drinks the rest down eagerly. Its taste mixes with the taste of mint chocolate chip in his mouth and Eddie knows that Steve has won the bet here and now.

He'll be begging for more as soon as Steve catches his breath, dreaming of how it will taste when he licks it out of Steve's hole and from between his cheeks.

But first he seals Steve's mouth with his own to share his new favorite taste.

#steddie #steddie smut #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steddielovemonth #day 9 #love is sharing food #my writing #nsft

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belated valentine’s day blurbs

please love me - steve harrington/ “after all…I’m just a girl, standing in front of boy, asking him to love her.” - Notting Hill

what I hate about you - tommy shelby/ “but mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.” - 10 Things I Hate About You

the greatest thing you'll ever learn - jamie tartt/ “the greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.” -Moulin Rouge

crazy things - sir leon/ “people do crazy things - when they’re in love.” - Hercules

don't write me off just yet - john shelby/ “and no, I know, based on my track record, I might not seem like the safest bet. All I’m asking you is don’t write me off just yet.” - Musics & Lyrics

untitled blurb - benedict bridgerton/ “when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” - When Harry Met Sally

choose me - eddie munson/ "choose me. marry me. let me make you happy.” - My Best Friend’s Wedding

just as you are - foggy nelson/ “I like you very much. Just as you are.” – Bridget Jones’s Diary

don't wanna lose you - jamie tartt/ “with everything to win, the only thing I lose is you.” - Anastasia the Musical

lasso the moon - foggy nelson/ “what do you want? you want the moon? ust say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down.” - It’s a Wonderful Life

and yet... - jack thompson/ “you like because and you love despite. you like someone because of all of their qualities, and you love someone despite some of their qualities.” - Set it Up

#steve harrington x reader #jamie tartt x reader #tommy shelby x reader #eddie munson x reader #john shelby x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #foggy nelson x reader #jack thompson x reader #sir leon x reader

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Wanna Bet?

tattoo artist!eddie x fem!tattoo artist!reader

word count: 2.7k

cw: MDNI 18+ smut (p in v), Eddie receives a handjob, oral (m receiving), hurt no comfort

Part Four

Your kiss with Eddie had been plaguing your mind since it happened. You couldn’t stop thinking about how soft his lips were and his hand placement. You regretted not taking him up on his invitation to go back to his van, now wishing that you finally knew what he felt like inside you.

You needed him, but there was no way you were going to give up the chance to tattoo the most embarrassing thing on him. It would be on his thigh so when girls pulled down his pants, they would laugh and then leave him alone with nothing but his hand to take care of the job.

Your need to sleep with Eddie was starting to outweigh your need to win and you were starting to feel pathetic. You had only kissed him once and you were already starting to feel hypnotized. Like you'd do anything he asked because the words had come out of his mouth. One look into those pretty brown eyes and you were always a goner.

You entered the shop and made a beeline for Eddie’s office, Steve hot on your heels. He had loaned you a DVD and still hadn’t gotten it back so he had been badgering you about it every time he saw you. If you were being honest, you had no idea where it was and hadn’t even been looking for it because you had been a little distracted.

“Hey, y/n,” he called after you and you turned around just as you were about to knock on Eddie’s office door. Steve made his way towards you and you tried to not seem annoyed. Couldn’t he see that you were busy?

“Hey, Stevie!” You greeted, maybe a little too enthusiastically. You were trying to not seem obvious about what you were doing, but why else would you have gone down the hallway?

“Have you gotten a chance to look for that movie? I’d really like it back.” He crossed his arms over his chest in an attempt to look intimidating, but you just laughed at him. He couldn’t intimidate you if he tried.

“Sorry, no. I’ve been busy with job applications and such, but I promise I’ll get it back to you. I swear.” You were willing to say anything to get him to go away even if that meant lying straight to his face.

“Good, good,” he nodded, then stepped closer to you. “What are you doing back here?” He looked around the very empty hallway and you supposed it was a good question. You never came to the shop and when you did, you didn’t go down that hallway. “The only thing that’s back here is-“ he cut himself off when he turned to Eddie’s office door.

“Oh no, not you too, y/n.” He shook his head in disappointment. He really thought you had been different and now that he knew that you were like every other girl, he was starting to think differently of you.

“What are you talking about?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Like always, you had no idea what he was talking about, noticing that the man would just say whatever came to mind whenever he was talking to you.

“You’ve been dickmatized,” he rested his hands on your shoulders, looking at you intently. It was as if he was giving you a very serious diagnosis as he was saying the words. “But don't worry, I can help.” He seemed worried, like the idea of you sleeping with Eddie was the worst thing that could have ever happened.

“Dickmatized?” Now you really didn’t know what he was talking about. You had never heard that word in your life.

“Yeah, dickmatized. Hypnotized by his dick.” He was very right. You had been dickmatized and you hadn’t even seen Eddie’s dick. But you were about to and Steve definitely didn’t need to know that.

“Steve, Eddie and I haven’t fucked, not that it would be your business if we had. I’m just here to pay him back for drinks the other night.” You pulled a twenty out of your pocket as your proof and he seemed to believe it.

“Oh.” He let go of your shoulders and let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god. Thought I’d lost another one.” He reached up and clapped you on the back. “Good for you, y/n. You didn’t give into him and I’m proud of you. Well, I should get back to work, but I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah, Steve, see you around.” You waved, trying your best to stay calm. The man had been driving your crazy and you just wanted him to leave you the fuck alone for once.

He turned on his heel and headed to the door that was at the end of the hall. Once it was closed, you feverishly knocked on Eddie’s door, hoping that Steve wasn’t going to come back. The door was ripped open and Eddie’s eyes widened as his locked on yours. Before he could say anything, you pushed him inside and slammed the door behind you.

Before you could stop yourself, you pressed your lips to his and he was quick to return your kiss, the whole thing rushed and messy. Your arms wrapped around his waist while his went to your shoulders, pulling you flush to his body, leaving no space between the two of you.

He licked into your mouth and your lips wrapped around his tongue, giving it a suck, eliciting a whimper to fall from his lips. You gave it one more rough suck then placed your lips back on his, letting one of your hands move around to his front. It slid down his shirt until you got to the top of jeans. You took no time to stick your hand down it, on a search for his dick. Once you found it, you wrapped your hand around it and gave it a few slow pumps.

“Oh,” he moaned and you moved a little faster, only causing him to moan even more. The sounds he was making were so hot, causing your underwear to dampen as you heard them.

“Yeah? You like that?” You asked, moving the fastest you could and his forehead fell to your shoulder as even more moans fell from his mouth.

“So good.” You gave a few more pumps then removed your hand from his pants. Your lips were back on his in a flash and you backed him up until his back hit the desk, his hands resting on it so he wouldn’t fall.

“I can take care of that for you,” you looked down at the tent in his pants and his eyes followed yours. He nodded his head enthusiastically and you dropped to your knees, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling both them and his underwear down, letting them hit his ankles. You stared at his cock that was right in front of you and couldn’t help but notice how big it was. Cum was pouring from the tip and you looked up at him, a flirty look on your face.

“It’s so nice of you to do all of this for me, baby. Practically creamed your pants, huh?” Your hand wrapped around the base and you took him into your mouth giving his dick a suck while your tongue swirled around the head. Eddie’s hands gripped onto the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white as he threw his head back at the pleasure he was experiencing.

“Shit,” he moaned, his breath becoming heavy. He closed his eyes, trying hard to prevent his knees from buckling.

You continued to suck, taking all of him into your mouth, ignoring the fact that your eyes were watering, desperate to give him the best head of his life. Your tongue swiped along the tip another time as you sucked the hardest you could, eliciting the prettiest sounds from Eddie.

After a few more moans, you removed Eddie’s cock from your mouth and swallowed before standing back up, Eddie pulling his shirt off as you did so. You then moved around to his desk and rifled through the drawers for a condom and found that they littered the bottom left drawer. You grabbed one, not even bothering to close the drawer before you headed back to Eddie. You handed the condom to him and he fiddled with the packet, but eventually got it open. He then went to roll it on, but you stopped him before you could.

“Can I do it?” You asked and without a word, Eddie handed the thing to you. You rolled it onto his cock then quickly removed your clothes before Eddie’s mouth was on yours again, his tongue making its way into your mouth as he pushed you against the wall before slamming his dick into you.

“Shit, Eddie.” No one had ever been that rough with you before and you’d have been lying if you said you didn’t like it. The way his fingers were practically forming bruises with how hard they were digging into your waist.

“I know, sweet thing.” His hands gripped your hips as he pounded into you, causing you to let out the prettiest, loudest moans and Eddie was so grateful that he had finally made the room soundproof so his “meetings” didn’t disrupt the rest of the shop anymore.

“Just so you know, this isn’t part of the bet.” Eddie honestly hadn’t even been thinking about that. The only thing on his mind was how much he was enjoying himself. He had honestly forgotten about the bet until you had brought it up.

“Of course it’s not. Just couldn’t resist me, could you?” He pounded into you once more, this time harder and faster.

“Oh-” you moaned. “And you couldn’t resist me either. Which makes sense, since I’m smokin’, right?” Your hands wound into his hair at the back of his head as you buried your face into his neck and he thrusted and thrusted into you, moans that had fallen from your lips being the only thing that could be heard throughout the room.

“So smokin’, like you have no idea.” His hands moved to your ass and gripped the spot right under it. You took that as an invitation to wrap your legs around his waist which gave his dick more access to your cunt. He continued to pump in and out of you, pumping the hardest he ever could and you moaned louder than you ever have before, vowing to never tell Eddie that it had been the best sex of your life.

Once he had pulled out, you both cleaned yourself up and got dressed, trying your best to make yourselves look like you hadn’t just had sex in Eddie’s office, even though it was going to be pretty obvious to everyone that you had since that was one of the only reasons that people had gone in there.

You pulled your compact mirror out of your back pocket and fixed your hair, making sure it didn’t look like a fucking mess before you left. Eddie watched you as he leaned against his desk, already trying to figure out ways to get you to fuck him again. Outside of the bet, of course. He wanted to keep it going for as long as he could, because he knew that you’d want nothing to do with him as soon as it was over.

He hated to admit it, but he liked spending time with you. He liked your quick quips and how you didn’t fall at his feet like other women did. And he didn’t even see you as a challenge anymore. You were no longer someone who he just wanted to sleep with and never call again. In fact, he wanted you to be the only person he called.

His heart raced in his chest as he had that realization and decided that he needed to call the whole thing off. No fucking way was he falling for you. He couldn’t. That would ruin his whole thing. His whore tendencies had already been put to a halt when he started the whole bet with you and he wasn’t going to let you take the only pleasure he had in life away from him.

“Well, I’m going to head out,” you said, pulling him out of his thoughts. Thank god. He couldn’t look at you anymore without wanting to pull you into his arms for a romantic kiss. What the fuck was wrong with him?

“Okay,” he replied a little too quickly as you buttoned up your shirt and he couldn’t help but want to help you. He was starting to feel disgusted with himself. He was turning into the kind of guys he made fun of. Only pussies fell in love and Eddie was most definitely not a pussy.

He stood from the desk and rested a hand on your back, ushering you to the door, so desperate for you to leave. He couldn’t look at or be around you anymore. He was getting a weird feeling in his stomach and it was making him sick.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he opened the door in a rush. He was acting weirder than usual. Maybe he was just like Steve had accused him of being when you had overheard their conversation. You didn’t know why you cared since you had been using him as well, but you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt that he was so quick to just kick you out.

“I’ve got a client coming in and you don’t want to be here when they get here, do you?” Eddie was definitely patting himself on the back for coming up with that lie on the spot.

“I guess not,” you shrugged as he practically pushed you out of the office. You turned to say something, but you could see the door swinging in your direction.

“Great,” he replied, slamming the door in your face, not even letting you get a word in. What the fuck was wrong with him?

“Dick!” You called after him then stomped down the hall. You pulled the door open and didn’t even bother closing it as you headed to your car. You muttered a bunch of rude things under your breath as you unlocked the door. Once you were inside, you slammed the door and cranked the car before speeding out of the parking lot.

You couldn’t believe that you had been stupid enough to think that he actually liked you. He was so sweet to you at the bar and then after he fucked you, he turned right back into the asshole you knew him to be. You were definitely calling off the bet now. There was no way you were going to see him after that. Not after he practically ripped your heart out of your chest and stomped on it.

You felt like a goddamn idiot for actually trusting him. For thinking that he was anything other than the loser that showered women with his sweet words only to sleep with them and never call even though he swore up and down that he would.

As soon as you were out of the room, Eddie pressed himself against the door and slid down it, falling to the floor. He rubbed his hands roughly along his face, now feeling like an absolute dick for kicking you out like that. You were definitely never going to want to talk to him again and maybe that was a good thing. He couldn’t be your boyfriend. He didn’t do that, even though he kind of wanted to for you.

He found himself wanting to take you out on a date where you laughed at his jokes and shared your meals with each other. He found himself wanting to dress up in a suit and take you to a nice restaurant where he could wine and dine you. Where he could rest his hand on top of yours and tell you just how pretty he thought you were.

But he’d never do that. He was going to deny that shit until the day he died. He’d bury it so deep until he couldn’t even remember that he could even possess those kinds of feelings. The whole thing was so embarrassing and he’d be damned if anyone found out. As far as Eddie was concerned, he was going to take his crush on you to the grave.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #tattoo artist!eddie x tatoo artist!reader #tattoo artist!eddie x reader

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nevarrhoe · 2 years

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nsfw hcs for billy, eddie & steve?? <3

anon, i have been waiting for you. i have many, many, thoughts on this and i am more than happy to share with the class. i hope u enjoy.

-jazz (@dameronology)

smut (afab! reader) below the cut!! by hitting read more you and thereby consenting to said content & agree that you 18 years or older. if i catch minors interacting with this post or following me i will put u straight in the bin

eddie munson

ok i know canonically that eddie isn't the most popular guy in high school but i refuse to believe he hasn't had sex before. he plays in a band once a week at a bar?? hello?? also there's definitely some popular girls who find him high-key hot and seek him out because it's shameful and maybe they're into that

MY POINT IS basically that eddie is experienced and he knows what he's doing

he's a little above average, in terms of endowment. kinda skinny but blessed with a fair bit of length that hits the right spot

it's hairy but trimmed

what he probably has less experience with is sex in a relationship; like being with one person long enough to learn their likes & dislikes, to find kinks, to have actual romantic sex, etc

and trust me, this boy is eager to learn!! after your first few times, he starts to pick up on what gets you going on, what spots are the best for your pleasure & he's gonna map them out in his head and learn them like the back of his hand

eddie is hyper-focused on your pleasure; it's a win-win situation because he gets off on you getting off

his favourite thing to do is go down on you. he could literally do it for fuckin' hours, tongue just playing around and sucking on every sensitive area. it's when he moans in pleasure and your entire goddamn body seizes beneath him that he normally just cums himself without even being touched

bonus points for when he uses his arms to hold you down when he's giving you head

speaking of head: eddie will never say no to receiving. he always has two hands on your head when you do it, guiding you a little but never pushing

because he's not the kind of guy who always wants to instigate the whole sub/dom thing; he loves when it happens but for the most part, sex with you two is sort of like an equal partnership??

he's definitely the more commanding one though. this might be unexpected but c'mon mannn we've all seen him playing d&d and i refuse, REFUSE, to believe that he doesn't have elements of that in the bedroom

when he does go full top/dom/whatever u wanna call it, he's still quintessentially eddie. he'll tower over you, large, ringed hand around your throat as he gently praises you and rings orgasm and orgasm out of you until you forget your own name

he's also absolutely willing to give up control as well. he's an absolute slut for a cocky, confident partner and if you catch him in the right moment he will do literally anything you say

eddie somehow has an endless stamina. maybe it's his blatantly fucking undiagnosed adhd but his recovery period is actually impressive and he's ready and raring to go even after like four rounds jfc

he's also pretty much always horny i won't lie to u. he absolutely will not push it onto you but if you give even the most subtle hint that you're good to go then this man is pouncing on you

that means you've had sex in a lotta different places; the car, the shower, the throne in the d&d room, round the back of the theatre, in a cleaner's cupboard at starcourt mall...the list goes on

kink-wise, eddie is down to try anything at least once but from the get-go he actively encourages choking, marking and being tied up (for both of you)

position wise, his favourite is cow-girl and doggy but again he will try anything

after care !! he doesn't always have the supplies for it but you bet your fine ass his heart is in the right place

he'll probably grab the nearest shirt of his if there's no cloth but hell, it works. and sometimes the water he has on his nightstand is like two days old but water is water, right??

steve harrington

it's at least a little bit canon that steve used to pull a lot, so it's safe to say he has some experience both in a short term and long term sense

he is very average sized; six, maybe six & and a half inches, but he uses it fuckin well and it's curved super nice. trust.

a little hairy, but trimmed

steve harrington is a manscaper. u heard it hear first.

overall, he's very good !!

at the basics

missionary?? he's got it down. moaning encouragingly when you're sucking him off?? absolute king. fingering you?? mind blowing stuff

and good LORD he is obsessed with calling you "good girl/boy/etc" like he'll be ploughing into you and just repeating it over and over like a mantra

so essentially he's like mostly a top but it's not until he gets super comfortable in a relationship and you begin to communicate with him your likes & dislikes that it really and truly comes out

the signs were always there, mkay? it just takes the right encouragement and confidence and suddenly he's literally getting off on you giving him full control

it's definitely a trust thing. there's so much love in trusting this man and he feels it in his bones

so sex w steve is 50/50; sometimes it's kinky and rough and other times it's very slow and sensual

it'll be those times that he likes you to ride him. back against the headboard, you on his lap with one hand on his shoulder and one tangled in his hair so that he can press kisses to your lips and chest and collarbone

steve is very basic with his kinks: he was all like "omg no mine are so shameful" and then admit he's into choking and all you can do is laugh, not bc you're kink shaming him but because it's cute he thinks he has to be ashamed

so yeah, he loves to have a hand on your throat

one day he accidentally leaves scratch marks on your back and the next night he goes fuckin FERAL. and that's the story of how you discovered steve's marking kink

he loves car sex. it's cramped as hell because he's a lanky little shit but it's his favourite thing

his favourite position is missionary, as basic as it is, but if he's feeling a bit more rough he'll pull you into doggy and pound into you from behind

steve has a pretty good sex drive but after work he would literally rather cuddle than have sex

but then he also has days where he's pulling you into fuckin closets to fuck you because he has to have you there & then

he just loves to hold you straight after, arms wrapped tightly around you as he presses kisses to your bare skin

billy hargrove

billy is probably the most experienced out of all of them. he's got a new girl every other week (minimum) so his body count is pretty high i'm ngl

he's not fucking stupid about it though - he gets tested for shit regularly and uses protection

any sort of sex with billy would start casually

there would be no emotion but that does not mean he doesn't fuck your brains out

it's pretty much a silent agreement amongst us all that he is well above average in terms of length and width

(his hair is very fair down there so it doesn't need much work, but he does trim it)

and even though billy is ice cold, he very self-aware of his monster dong and will prepare you accordingly with his fingers until you're wet enough - probably actively encourages lube as well

that's pretty much the start and end of him being nice because everything else involves him pounding into you from behind, a hand either pulling your hair back or shoving your face into the pillow

if you can think of a degrading nickname i can guarantee that he's used it

billy's favourite sight is you on your knees in front of him

he leaves marks everywhere; bruises on your hips, hickeys on your neck, between your legs, literally everywhere

but you tell him to stop at any minute and 100% he will

aftercare in that stage of your relationship is pretty much non-existent. he'll ask if you're okay but then his jeans are on and he's out the door before you can even come back down from your high

NOW let's assume, by some freak of nature, you manage to make this man feel something for you

sex will be different after that. there will still be times when it's all of the above but there's a more giving side of him that you can unlock, like some freaky sex video game

he'll let you be on top for once, which is pretty much unheard of before; hands exploring all over your body - probably settling on your ass tbh - but occasionally tangling your fingers with his

billy will kiss you during as well which he never did before

he never spoke before either, but when you're more intimate he's using all kind of pet names

his go to "my girl/boy/etc" but also "sweetheart" and "angel"

there's aftercare as well!! mostly he just wants to hold you and be vulnerable for a second, but he'll also clean you up and sleep beside you

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goggles-mcgee · 2 years

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Another Steddie idea brought to you by my 2 am goblin brain because it won't let me sleep.

Basically Eddie and Steve make a stupid bet, I imagine it's something dumb like who knows Dustin better and Steve gets all huffy because obviously he knows his kid better and he makes the mistake of saying "Wanna bet?"

Eddie is all for it. He is ecstatic in fact. They legit bet over what the first thing Dustin will say when he walks through the door of Steve's house since the Party is all meeting up there for a party. Steve thinks he has it in the bag. So he tells Eddie that if he loses he'll do whatever Eddie wants.

And OH.

Eddie is all for it. Eddie will fight dirty if he has to and will bribe whoever he has to to win this bet. Because what Eddie wants is for Steve to sit in for a one-shot DnD campaign. At first Steve is confused but agrees but Eddie is smirking and is just like, "Oh not just sit in Sweetheart~, You will play the roll of an NPC for me. I will have lines for you to read when I say - BUT - you don't know the character until you get there Big Boy."

And look. Steve is confident. Steve also doesn't really see how that could be THAT bad, at least he's not being made to actually play. Steve agrees on the condition that if he wins Eddie has to be the little nuggets chauffeur for a month no arguments, no haggling, no bribing them away or trying to make them ask Steve.

Steve loses.

The campaign is written and finally going to start and Steve is hosting it at his house and Eddie arrives early to set up and get Steve ready and Steve is a confusion because, "Get ready? I thought I just had to read."

"Oh no Pretty Boy~! You said whatever I want, so we're going all out. You get to play dress-up Princess."

And dammit that last pet name was not just a pet name. Eddie wrote Steve to be an NPC Princess character that the Players have to save in the one-shot. Eddie also brought Steve a freaking dress and crown to wear for the part.

It's with much bickering and pleading that Steve just accepts his fate and well, he's a man of his word and fuck this he can rock a dress fuck you Eddie.

Eddie thought it would be funny but he's screwed because Steve really can rock the dress and he looks fucking attractive and it's not fair but he can focus on that later. The players are arriving and Steve still has to find his seat.

Eddie makes him sit on his lap for the whole campaign. The players laugh at Steve's predicament and he acts all huffy but inside he is dying because he did not expect to enjoy sitting on Eddie's lap this much. Or the feel of Eddie's hand on the small of his back that would move to his waist and give a small squeeze when he had to read his stupid lines. Or the voice Eddie put on as Dungeon Master. And it's taking all his self control not to do something stupid.

Eddie is also having a hard time because he already had a big ass crush on Steve and apparently he likes making himself suffer because having Steve sit on his lap in that dress was doing things to him. And the way Steve would listen to him when to told him to say his line or move in a certain way when he said? KILLING HIM.

#they're idiots your honor #idiots in love #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie took a calculated risk but man is he bad at math that is not related to DnD #steve is living his babygirl life he just doesnt know it yet

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itsasilentreader · 1 year

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Itsasilentreader favourites

Hi all! I can imagine what you are thinking; who is she? I understand, I don't have a lot of followers on here or even mutuals. But since I have read a lot (and I mean a LOT) of Eddie Munson fics, I want to share my favourites of this moment.

Even if I can influence one person with this post, I would be happy. Where to begin, where to begin? I have so many that I absolutely love but I will share some in this post, in no particular order.

DISCLAIMER! This contains 18+, NSFW themes > minors DNI! Also, this is going to be a long read. Enjoy!

Note: I love every single blog on here, especially the ones that I follow. There are a lot of people who are so talented and have a writing gift (please share your talents with me) and I don't want to exclude anyone. If people like this, I will continue creating posts of my favourite fics and recommendations (of that time).

Dividers by @firefly-graphics & @silkholland

1. Title: Twenty-Four Hours

Writer: @ghost-proofbaby

Summary: In which Eddie Munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. What happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty-four hours consecutively together?

CW: NSFW eventual smut > minors DNI! Strong languages.

Pairing: Modern!college!Eddie Munson x fem!college!reader

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

My notes: This series has two of my favourite tropes: enemies to lovers and forced proximity. It is so well written and so much fun to read. Also, starting off with a bet?! One of my favourite things and takes me back to those 90s/00s rom-com vibes.

There is a story behind what happened with Eddie and the reader before, and it is so well-written that it keeps you on your toes while catching a glimpse from time to time of what happened that night they met. I can't wait to discover what happened and why they are the way they are right now.

I just can't get enough of this series and it is so good. It has enough banter, angst and humour. There is one scene in this series where the reader goes through Eddie's.. stuff, that got me giggling and almost cackling while trying to imagine Eddie's reaction. If you wanna find out which scene I'm talking about, you should read this series!

If you like these tropes, this one is for you!

2. Title: To know you're mine

Writer: @blue-mossbird

Summary: Where you and Steve swing with Eddie and Chrissy, and it gets complicated.

CW: for obvious reasons, NSFW > has a lot of smut. Minors DNI! body insecurity, swingers, group sex, dirty talk, emotional hurt/comfort, cheating, angst with a happy ending.

Pairing: Modern!au, Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham x Steve Harrington x you, fem!reader, chubby!reader

My notes: Okay to be completely honest, I had my doubts when I came across this fic and before I started reading it. I am not that keen on the tags swinging and cheating in fics (with main characters). Most of the time, it is just not my cup of tea. But man oh man, when I read this, my doubts were gone, GONE I tell ya.

This is one of the best and most well-written pieces of art I have ever read. It is, obviously, a dirty and fun story. But the aspect of confronting changing feelings for another is written in such a mature way, it really sucked (pun not intended) me into this story.

Also, as someone who is not as skinny but not as chubby, it did make me feel better about myself while reading a reader that has the same insecurities as I have, and actually seeing it written in a story like this makes me feel validated.

If you like romance, angst and a LOT of smut? This one is for you!

3. Title: The "Yes" Policy

Writer: @pinkrelish

Summary: After a lifetime of questionable decisions, you moved from the big city to the sleepy town of Hawkins with your best friend, and took the first job you saw: answering phones for the most boring auto shop in the dullest place on Earth. It wasn't exactly the adventure you wanted it to be... but attempting to win over the jaded mechanic who insisted on ignoring your existence proved entertaining.

CW: It is NSFW since there will be eventual smut. You know the drill > minors DNI! angst, drug/alcohol mention/use, depictions of poverty

Pairing: singledad!mechanic!Eddie x fem!reader.

Tropes: A delicious written slow burn

My notes: Honestly, I cannot get enough of this one. This is my all-time favourite at this moment. The way this is written will make you giggle and blush like a high schooler. I don't think I can put into words how much I love this series.

Every chapter is a long read and every word got me hooked. Anticipating what is coming next. Every word, every action and every thought is so well written that I sometimes forget it is fiction and they don’t exist.

Also, Eddie Munson as a girl dad? Sign me up! The relationship between them, and his daughter with the reader is so adorable it makes my heart hurt. (I just wanted a happy ending for him).

It is also set a little bit later than season 4, it does look back on certain aspects of that season, but you just have to read this to find out!

If you love slow burns and strangers to lovers, this is it for you!

4. Title: Honey, I'm home

Writer: @trashmouth-richie

Summary: You were desperate for a roommate after Nancy got married and moved out. An ad in the paper goes unanswered until someone comes knocking on the door.

CW: NSFW, eventual smut > minors DNI! crude behaviour, Eddie is a fucking menace

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Tropes: enemies to lovers

My notes: Okay so enemies to lovers is my favourite trope, and yes I have issues but that's what therapy is for.

I don't know why everyone is writing enemies to lovers!roommate Eddie at this moment but please never stop. I love you. This series has three parts (as of creating this post) and the relationship between these two is so funny but also like, more realistic of some sort? Eddie is a fucking menace indeed but the reader is so stubborn as hell and does not let Eddie walk over her.

The way Eddie is written here made me cackle so hard because this is what I can imagine being roomies with him is like, to be really fucking honest. Anyways, I can't wait to see how this series goes and how the relationship between Eddie and the reader will shift to something more.

If you like enemies to lovers and menace Eddie, this one is for you!

5. Title: Bad Idea

Writer: @lunarzstarz

Summary: Not wanting to leave for college with your virginity still intact. you turn to the last resort that you know can only end terribly...

CW: NSFW > minors DNI! drugs, first times, oral (F receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, nicknames (princess/sweetheart), Eddie being a goof but also an asshole

Pairing: fuckboy!Eddie Munson x Virgin!fem!reader

My notes: okay listen up, this was so good. Normally, I stay clear of fuckboy!Eddie because I can't handle angst and there is, of course, always angst involved with him.

But this one? My god, I want him. Currently, as I am writing this, Shameless by Camilla Cabello came on and it is so fitting even though I do not know what is coming next. This was a delicious read and I can't wait to find out how Eddie will get his head out of his ass. I'm hoping the reader will have this impact on him that he can't explain and drive him crazy. That's all.

No but in all seriousness, this is also a piece that is so well-written and I can't wait for part two and three!

If you are into fuckboy!Eddie, this one is for you!

6. Title: The customer's always right

Writer: @lovebugism

Summary: Eddie Munson is a virgin and doesn't want anyone to know (because being an adult who's never fucked anyone is a total reputation ruiner). But you, his favorite customer, are more than willing to change that.

CW: Also for obvious reasons, NSFW > minors DNI! Virginity loss, new relationship shenanigans, mentions of previous toxic relationships, angst with a happy ending, canon divergent

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Tropes: friends to lovers

My notes: Okay you can never go wrong with friends to lovers, right? This is a fun and spicy read, with finally a not-so-confident and experienced Eddie regarding sex.

Meanwhile, I am a total sucker (pun definitely intended) for a confident, know it all, sex-god type of Eddie (because who isn't?!), this is a refreshing read. It shows a different side of Eddie. There are probably more virgin!reader x eddie, than the other way around, but I love to read these types of fics.

It is cute and spicy and has the right amount of angst. Like I have mentioned before, I'm usually avoiding angst fics because my heart will ache so bad and I physically can't take it, this contains just the right amount.

If you are also into virgin!eddie, friends to lovers, this one is for you!

7. Title: I want you to want me

Writer: @upsidedownwithsteve

Summary: Basically you go to a summer camp as a camp counselor and meet Eddie. You have one personal rule: no boys.

CW: So fluffy, it is sickening. A few almost kisses. Billy does make an appearance so I think that should be considered a CW?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Trope: strangers to friends to lovers I think

My notes: When I came across this fic, I was already hooked by the fact is like a camp counselor!Eddie AND the first part was already 33K words. (if you haven't noticed, I loved long chapters). It fits the whole vibe with Eddie.

This is just pure fluff, teeth-rotting fluff and I absolutely love it. This is one of the best camp counselor fics I have ever read and it is overall just amazing. There is a part two and baby blurbs available to read too! I read these two back to back and even though it was a long read, it is worth it.

If you like camp counselor Eddie like me, this one is for you!

8. Title: Is it my body, part of the Super Freak series

Writer: @punk-in-docs

Summary: The one where Eddie gives you a ride home after your friend ditched you at a terrible party.

CW: This particular part doesn't have any CWs in particular, just fluff and pining. Some parts are NSFW (minors DNI!) because it contains smut.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

My notes: I am currently rereading this series because this is just amazing. This particular part has my heart. The flirting, the pining, the fluff, it all makes my heart melt.

Overall this series is so much fun to read. It finally has a reader who is not particularly popular but also not a total outcast. It just kind of hangs in between, just like I was in high school. Maybe that is why I love this series. And his nickname for reader is fucking adorable. Please.

Also, the friend of the reader in this series reminds me of my ex-friend who has a similar personality. I don't know why I gave you this information.

With that being said, I'm going to reread this series again and blush at this part.

If you like fluff, goofy Eddie with some smut, this one is for you!

If you made it to the end, congrats! Thank you so much for taking the time to read through a few of my favourite fics at this moment. They are all talented writers and I absolutely love all of their work. If you decide to check these fics out, please also check out the rest of their work! This took way too long to write but I hope you enjoyed it!

Thank you all, have a great day/night <3

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rindecisions · 11 months

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Take Your Shot

(My first ever drabble so I hope I did this right)

Written for @steddiemicrofic

Prompt: Pool Word count: 442 Rating: Teen

“Boom!” Eddie called from the corner of the bar as he beat his third challenger in a row at pool. “Fork it over!” he demanded with a proud grin, animatedly taking the cash he'd earned.

Steve rolled his eyes at the spectacle from his former classmate.

“Got a problem, Harrington?” Eddie asked, catching Steve's exasperated expression.

“Why would I?” he groaned, avoiding Eddie's eye and finishing off his drink.

Eddie pursed his grin and tucked the stack of cash in his wallet as he skipped over to Steve at the bar. “Wanna take a shot at me yourself?”

Steve heavily sighed and stared at his empty cup, wishing for it to refill. He didn't really hate Eddie or anything, but his excitement was a little over the top at times.

“Come on, I hear you're pretty good,” he egged Steve on with a gentle elbow to his side. “I could use a challenge.”

In deep thought, Steve spun the empty cup in his hand, debating Eddie's offer. “Fine,” Steve sighed. “But I don't need your money. Let's bet for different stakes.”

Eddie's smile widened, and he crossed his arms. “I'm all ears, Harrington.”

Steve pursed his lips in thought. “I'll tell you when I win.”

“When?” Eddie said, impressed. “Confident much?” He sat heavily on the stool next to Steve, squinting. “Let me get this straight. I have to agree to this bet without knowing the stakes and just give you whatever you want if you win?”

“Yeah,” Steve smirked. “That about sums it up.”

With an amused nod, Eddie pulled at his lip with his teeth. “But Harrington, are you brave enough to do the same?”

Steve's smirk twitched wider. “Best 2 of 3?”

“For something like this, let's go best 3 of 5.”

They shook on it and walked over to the pool table. Their skill was evenly matched, and they managed the full 5 game roster, even gathering a small crowd by the last game. Steve could feel Eddie's eyes boring into him the whole time and was surprised at how much he was enjoying Eddie's company. He’d never really given him the time of day, but the man was entertaining, to say the least.

Eddie knocked the last ball into its pocket and cheered triumphantly.

Steve sighed and put his cue up. “So, what's my damage?”

Eddie leaned against the pool table and beckoned him over with a finger. Steve furrowed his brow and walked over to him.

The smile on Eddie's face widened. “Closer.”

Steve's furrow deepened as he did as asked, gasping when Eddie pulled his arm and locked their mouths together in a firm kiss.

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unclewaynemunson · 2 years

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Listen y’all the fruity four are gonna have a double wedding together sometime during the 90s you can’t change my mind

Robin is the one who jokingly suggests Steve and her should get platonic-married to each other. Steve thinks it’s an awesome idea and launches onto it in all seriousness, coming up with the idea of also having Nancy and Eddie marry each other to make it a double wedding.

To both their surprise, Nancy is on board immediately. Her motives are 1) getting to see Robin in either a wedding dress or a fancy suit; 2) the practical advantages like taxes and stuff (i don’t know anything about this shit so I won’t elaborate on this one); and 3) saying “fuck you” to the heteronormative patriarchy.

Eddie is very much opposed to it. He flat-out refuses at first, making a whole big speech about how they shouldn’t even want to give in to the rules of a society that only shuns them and about how backwards the whole concept of marriage is anyway. He calls it “the pinnacle of forced conforming” at some point, which Robin thinks is extremely pretentious and Steve thinks is extremely hot.

Nancy and Eddie love having heated political discussions that go largely over Steve’s and Robin’s heads, so she really doubles down on it and the two of them keep ranting to each other for months. Steve and Robin try another approach, which exists mainly of making ridiculous compromises about the classic wedding rules. It works pretty well, but as a result of it, the whole wedding becomes a completely absurd over-the-top mockery of traditional wedding ceremonies.

Eddie and Steve make a bet about what they have to wear. If Steve loses, he’ll have to wear his old Scoops Ahoy uniform; if Eddie loses, he’s gonna have to go all-out on a traditional white dress. Steve wins and nearly pees his pants laughing when Eddie walks into the ceremony in an all-white flowery mermaid dress with veil. Needless to say, Eddie does look gorgeous in it.

Nancy and Robin wear matching jumpsuits in which they look both gorgeous and fucking badass. They cry the whole day, though. They just can’t stop. It’s driving everyone crazy.

Their first dance is either to Damnit Janet or Hot Patootie (both from Rocky Horror) I’m still on the fence on this one lemme know what you think

Steve takes Robin’s last name and Eddie takes Nancy’s because both guys don’t exactly get a happy-family kind of feeling from their own last names. Eddie originally wanted all of them to change their names to Henderson, but it turned out that wasn’t legally possible :(

When same-sex marriage gets legalized, they again have a lot of discussions on whether they want to get divorced and marry their actual partners properly, or whether they wanna keep it this way for nostalgia’s sake and as a celebration of their friendship. Eddie throws in the third option of him marrying Robin and Steve marrying Nancy just for the sake of driving the others crazy. Eventually they do switch because Eddie and Steve have a whole bunch of adopted kids while Robin and Nancy are childfree (they are really cool aunts though)

Add your HC’s because I’m obsessed with this and need more <3

#sorry this got very long i got completely carried away here whoops #stranger things #fruity four #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steddie #ronance #headcanons

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"ronance won't be canon" "steddie won't be canon" yes they will, i can tell the future using gay theory or whatever you wanna call it idk

anyways, robin knows nancy's favorite song, so without a doubt she'll be the one to save nancy and bam they fall in love (placing bets robin holds nancy in her arms after she escapes vecna)

- steve will probably be busy during this, if they play this the way i hope for, defending eddie from jason and that shit show (soooo ya know, alone time with robin and they realize they're in love with eachother cuz theu just click)

then steve is all like bummed out, eddie helps him through it and eventually steve realizes eddie is kinda like exactly what he wants and they fit perfectly together, like they're perfect together, bam, another canon ship

the gays will win when the new eisodes come out

#stranger things #steddie #ronance #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #st4 #st4 predictions #stranger things season 4

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veryace-ficrecs · 1 year

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Secret Relationship Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Stranger Things

So Much Better When We're Scared Together by HardlyHalcyon (HalcyonFrost) - Rated M

Steve Harrington was a self-absorbed, vapid asshole. So why the hell was Robin still obsessed with watching him when there was nothing interesting about him?

Right?

Or: if Steve and Eddie had become friends (and other things) before season three, and Robin watches through her own lens of hating the former jock while recognizing something changed and familiar about him.

Or the ultimate summary: S3 from Robin's POV, including Steddie.

Eddie/Hotdude Official Megathread! by MixAddams - Rated T

The general public spent 30 years thinking nothing of Steve’s presence in pictures beyond him being ‘that one hot dude in the background’ because whatever, he was just another part of Corroded Coffin’s entourage.

Imagine the scramble on the band’s subreddit to reexamine every picture he’s ever been in when, the day gay marriage gets legalised in Indiana, Eddie posts a picture on Instagram of the two of them with the caption “Finally. We’ve been engaged since 1989.”

Babygirl and Sunshine by made_of_tea - Rated T

He squatted next to the bush, giving Eddie a good view of his thighs. "Anyway, why are you in a bush?"

"Henderson thinks you have a girlfriend, and we're all spying to see if you meet up with her during your morning jog," Eddie explained.

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The Party thinks Steve has a girlfriend. Little do they know, the "girlfriend" is actually a boy. And that boy is Eddie Munson.

How Do I Get You Alone? by eerielake - Rated T

Dustin rolls his eyes and pushes off of the counter. "Your shift's almost over, right? Wanna hang out?"

Steve scoops up the fallen movies. "I would, but I've got plans. Me and Eddie are meeting up at the diner."

"Oh, that's cool. I'll just come with you."

Steve pauses his work and looks over his shoulder at Dustin. He's got a pinched look on his face, like he's thinking something over. Dustin knows that can be a real struggle for him.

"Uh... I don't... I don't know if that's a good idea."

5 times Dustin accidentally crashes a steddie date (+ 1 time Steve crashes a Hellfire Club meeting)

Brooklyn-Nine-Nine

heart emojis by Xmarksthespot - Rated G

Jake confesses his feelings for Amy back at Tactical Village, metaphorically pushing Teddy aside and winning the heart of Amy Santiago. The choirs cheer and the angels sing. The precinct, however, doesn’t know a damn thing because of course Jake and Amy would make a bet to see who could date each other in secret the longest.

Somehow, the more people join the bet, the more Jake and Amy fall in love.

Supernatural

The Novak Hickey Mystery by FagurFiskur - Rated G

Gossiping is a powerful urge. University students are by no means exempt from it, despite ostensibly being intelligent adults. So when one sunny Monday morning, Professor Novak shows up to class with a visible hickey on the side of his neck, the rumor mill goes spinning out of control.

Hospital Gossip by AshwinMeird - Rated G

Jess is a nurse at a hospital full of her fellow nurses gossiping endlessly, she never really pays it much attention though. That is, until the news reaches her that Dr. Novak has a new boyfriend that nobody can seem to identify. Then on her last shift before Christmas she accidentally finds out exactly who it is.

And, well, she was not expecting that.

Entertainment and Escape Attempts by AshwinMeird - Rated T

Jo attends the yearly (chaotic) Winchester Christmas Dinner every year, for one reason: Dean's been trying to get his family to finally let him live his own life for as many years and Jo finds it infinitely hilarious.

This year Dean said he would finally achieve his goal, but he wouldn't tell anyone how.

Haikyuu!!

The Mystery of Ushijima Wakatoshi’s Chocolate-Making, Paris-Living Boyfriend by crookedsilence - Rated T

Ushijima having a boyfriend who lives in Paris and makes chocolates isn’t impossible.

But it is a little unbelievable.

Or, five times someone asked about Ushijima’s love life, and one time no one needed to.

Teen Wolf

Living On A Wire by oriolevent - Rated M

What the hell is Stiles supposed to do now that his band's been broken up and Scott's gone solo? Get tangled up with the Hales, of course.

James Bond

Rings by traveler0145 - Rated G

Q and Bond have been married for ages. MI6 has, despite being a organisation of spies, not quite caught on, but they ship it, so there's that.

Lockdown Lovers by notoneforreality - Rated T

Lockdown meetings give an insight into colleagues homes and private lives.

No one was expecting what they spotted in Q's flat.

Final Fantasy XV

im king of the night (wearin’ your shirt) by dreamtowns - Rated G

In Noctis’ defense, it’s not like he meant to keep it a secret that he was married. It’s just that no one bothered to ask. Except for Luna—because unlike his other coworkers, Luna wasn’t an asshole. And Luna wasn’t even a coworker.

order up! by dreamtowns - Rated G

“Get out of my food truck,” says Noctis. He flips another patty while Ignis recovers his bearings.

“Your Highness,” Ignis begins, and wow, Prompto’s gotta give him props for being so calm in the face of Noctis’ unfurling rage. “Please, I would only like—.”

Noctis points the grease-stained spatula at Ignis, and honestly shouldn’t look as threatening as he does in an apron that says kisses for the missus. It was on sale at a thrift store, and he lost the rock-paper-scissors game for the apron that said kisses for the mister. Prompto wears that one proudly.

“Get the fuck out of my food truck,” Noctis repeats. He looks ready to brain Ignis with the uncut potatoes on the counter.

In other words: that fic where noctis and prompto run away from their responsibilities and become the proud owners of a seafood food truck.

#secret relationship #stranger things fic recs #supernatural fic rec #haikyuu fic rec #teen wolf fic recs #james bond #final fantasy xv #b99 #supernatural #teen wolf stiles

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