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Helping Hands

Summary: Eddie is your handyman, and he's really good at his job. You find a way to thank him. (Reupload from my previous account, based on an ask.) Late 20's Eddie, early 30's Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY) Oral (m receiving), unprotected piv (be careful, kids. There are no consequences in fics), slightly dom!Eddie, maybe a little edging

Author's note: This is a REALLY old one. It's one of the ones I considered rewriting at some point, but I clearly decided against it. If it's a little rough, that's why. It was one of the first things I'd ever written. I wrote it while I was getting my floor done lol.

wc: 3k

You hand Eddie a glass of ice water, and he accepts it gratefully, thirsty from laying down the new wood flooring in your living room. Even in your small space, it’s going to take another two days of work to finish. He’s been your handyman since you found him in the yellow pages months ago. Your old house, built in the 40’s, needs a lot of updating, and Eddie can tackle almost anything. It seems like you need to call him weekly to take care of something, and he’s more than happy to replace your old, worn out carpet with a more suitable hard floor.

He leans against the wall, gulping down the water so quickly that some of it spills down to his sweaty chest. “Thanks. I’m almost finished for the day,” he tells you. It’s nearing 5:00, and he’s been here all day. “I’ll finish up on Friday, okay?”

You nod in agreement. “That’s perfect.”

“How do you like it?”

“The floor? It’s looking great, yeah. Thanks for doing this. I know it’s not something you usually do.”

He gives you a goofy half-smile. “Yeah, but there’s not much I won’t do for my favorite damsel,” he teases. “Since you can barely change a light bulb without my help.”

You cross your arms over your chest, feigning offense even though he’s right. You really don’t have any DIY skills. “Yeah, yeah. It’s job security for you.”

“Right. Job security.”

You smile at him fondly and let him get back to work. He’s always been really kind to you and accommodating when you need something fixed, usually fitting you into his schedule within a day or two of you calling, always willing to lend you his helping hands. And he does good work. Really good work. Although you’d still call him even if his work wasn’t that great.

Saturday morning, after your floor is done, you spend some time cleaning up the dusty mess. It’s weirdly relaxing after a week of chaos. While you’re reorganizing everything that had been moved around during the week, it occurs to you to bake something for Eddie to thank him for going to so much trouble for you. As a rule, he never does jobs that take more than two days, and he spent five days on your floor, which means other jobs got pushed back or canceled. It’s the least you can do for him taking such good care of you.

In the afternoon, you show up to his small house with a plate of cheese straws and a plate of chocolate chip cookies, having been unable to decide which one he might like better. You find him outside standing on a ladder, sweating in the afternoon sun as he patches up some siding. He sees you and smiles, jumping off the ladder with no effort.

“Hey, Princess. What’d you break this time?” he asks lightheartedly as he walks towards you. You finally notice just how attractive he is, and it surprises you. How have you never noticed those warm brown eyes and that beautiful, goofy smile before?

“Nothing, I swear! I wanted to thank you for working on my floor this week, so I made you some cheese straws and some cookies.”

He clasps his hand over his heart. “You’re too kind.”

“It’s the least I could do.”

“Oh yeah? Wanna come inside? I could use the break, and maybe you could find another way to thank me.” He winks at you.

“Oh…OH! Uh, sure. Why not?” Like you’d say no to him, even when he’s disheveled and drenched with sweat. Your sudden, spontaneous attraction to him is apparently mutual. He hasn’t expressed any interest or flirted with you before, at least that you can remember. And you’ve never flirted with him. Your relationship up until this point has been friendly but professional. You thought you were taking a risk by bringing him food to thank him.

He takes one of the plates from your hand and leads you into his house. The decor is warm and rustic, and it suits him. You follow him into the kitchen, clean from obvious lack of use “Mind of I shower? I won’t be long,” he asks. He’s a mess, all sweaty, covered in dirt, and his hair is damp and matted against his skin. You nod in agreement. “Make yourself at home, Princess. I’ll be right back.”

You laugh at the nickname as you settle on a chair in the living room. It’s probably a joke about how helpless you can be around the house, like he has to come rescue you every time something needs to be fixed. It’s endearing in a way. Mostly because you are, actually, pretty out of your depth when it comes to keeping things functional around your house.

About twenty minutes later, Eddie wanders back downstairs wearing nothing but blue checkered boxers. His hair is still damp, but you can see the curls forming as it dries. “Let me try a cookie, then we can relax.”

You hop up from the chair, grateful that you put some effort into your appearance before you left the house. “I hope you like them.”

He grins. “Any cookie is a good one in my book.”

“I’ll remember that,” you flirt, moving to stand next to him as he bites down on the treat.

“Okay, shit, that’s good. If you fuck half as well as you bake, I’m a goner.”

That makes you laugh. “No pressure or anything.” You sink down onto your knees in front of him as he swallows the last bite of cookie, fingers deftly teasing him through the thin fabric of his boxers. You can already tell his cock is going to be big.

He groans at your touch, guiding your hand where he wants you until you tug his boxers down to reveal his cock. He’s rock hard before you even get your mouth around him, the tip a bright red and leaking precum. “C’mon, babe, show me how grateful you are for all my hard work,” he rasps, one hand plunging into your hair.

“I promise I’ll take good care of you, Eddie” you hum. You playfully tug at his cock a few times, teasing him before sucking away the precum. His cock is so pretty and thick, even more than you expect; you’re certain it will be a struggle to get all of him in your mouth. You collect spit in your mouth, licking a fat stripe slowly from the base to the tip, swirling your tongue as you move back down to his heavy balls. Eddie shivers at the way you lathe your tongue along the thick vein that runs prominently down the middle of his cock. You pop one of his heavy balls into your mouth and suck at it gently, and a moan rumbles from his chest. There’s already another bead of precum on the blunt tip of his cock begging to be licked away.

His hand cups your face gently to guide you. “Take it, pretty thing, I know you can,” he croons at you, making you quiver a bit at the seductive edge in his voice as he eases your mouth down onto his throbbing cock. “Mmmm, your mouth is so soft. I bet your pussy is fuckin’ epic.”

You wrap one arm around his thigh, and your other hand grips the base of his cock. Your mouth stretches around him, taking him all the way into your throat, going slow so you can open up for him. You gag a little, and he moans again at the feeling. He guides your mouth, showing you exactly what he wants, and you're happy to oblige. You slide your mouth up and down his cock, lathing your tongue over the long shaft and down to his balls. He lets out a low moan as you slowly lick at him and tease him.

His cock bumps against the back of your throat as he starts to rock his hips, using your mouth, just how he wanted. “Y-you like this, don’t you, Princess?” he asks, trying desperately to breathe as your mouth tightens around him. “Like my cock in your mouth? Wanna let me bruise your pretty throat, don’t ya? Fuck.”

Your palms trail gently up and down his thighs, and his legs go weak under your gentle

touch. You suck your cheeks in around him, and he whimpers from the change in pressure. It’s enough to send him over the edge, and he pushes you back roughly. “Did I do something wrong?” you ask, confused since he seemed to be enjoying it seconds earlier.

“Definitely not, baby. That was fuckin’ awesome, but I’m not done with you yet. This was just the warm up.” He grabs at you with big hands and pulls you up. You’re face to face with him, sharing the same air, and he kisses you like he’s starving. It’s a little intimidating, but you’re getting so turned on that it doesn’t matter. He leads you upstairs to his bedroom, pulling off your clothes on the way. He smacks your bare ass and commands, “Get on the bed, Princess.”

There’s a little heat behind the pet name now, born of some deeply-buried attraction. It makes you wonder if you both realized it suddenly, the way you had when you saw him up on that ladder today.

His bed is large and supported by a rustic wooden frame. You lay back on it obediently. When you started baking this morning, you hadn’t expected this. He sheds his boxers, looking you over with dark, lust-filled eyes before climbing up your body. His lips settle on yours for a brief kiss before he’s pushing your thick thighs open with big, rough, workman’s hands. They feel nice against the softness of your body. He touches you all over. Soft, attentive touches meant to put you at ease. No previous lover had ever touched you like this, like he is in awe of you, and it makes you feel so much more desired than you have before.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” he asks, and you nod before he starts to tease at your entrance with the blunt head of his cock. He knows he’s big, that it’s going to be a stretch to take him. He also knows it’s worth it.

You gasp as he pushes in slowly, stretching you out for him. It burns a little as you open up, but you can’t say it feels bad. It takes a moment for him to sink fully into the warmth of your pussy, but when he does, he hums happily. He seems pleased that sucking his cock is enough to get you soaking wet. And that the slow, steady rocking of his hips into yours already had your pussy dripping down to his heavy balls.

“Feels good,” you assure him, arching your back up to draw him in even deeper. The drag of his cock inside your snug walls has your heart pounding already.

His grip on your hips is punishing, holding you steady as he fucks into you. It feels so good you’re weak from it, the pleasure winding up tight through your whole body. “D’you like it rough, Princess?” he growls at you. You can feel your brain getting hazy, words getting harder to form, and your quiet moans aren’t what he wants. He moves to grab your chin. “Use your words. Do you like it rough?” he asks, more firmly this time, demanding an answer.

“Yes, yes, I like it rough,” you squeak out.

That’s all the permission he needs, and he’s pounding into you hard and fast. The blunt head of his cock rubs against that spot inside you over and over until the only thing you can do is moan, all messy and incoherent. He thrusts at a merciless pace, so you wrap your arms around him for support, digging your nails into his shoulders.

All of your senses are filled with Eddie. He envelopes you in his warm body, his long, dark hair forming a curtain around you. You can taste him on your lips when he kisses you, sweet with a hint of tobacco, just like his smell. Freshly showered, but the cigarette smell lingers, like he snuck a cigarette just before coming back downstairs. Oddly, you don’t mind it. It suits him. As strong as he feels pressing his hips into yours with every thrust, he’s also soft. Gentle, almost sweet kisses to your swollen lips, your jaw, your neck, across your collarbone, any bare skin he can get his plush lips on.

You give an experimental tug of his hair, hopefully just hard enough to feel nice, and he moans. His lips are pressed to yours, causing his moan to rumble through your whole body. It pushes you deliriously close to the edge, but you truly don’t want it to stop.

“Fuck, Eddie, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper.

He stills inside you immediately with a frustrated little grunt, pulling you back from the edge just before you topple over. “I didn’t say you could cum,” he tuts, his voice somewhere between stern and playful, and he brushes his nose against yours sweetly. “You’ll know when I let you.”

You can still feel pleasure running hot through your blood, burning you from the inside out. Desperate for friction, you start to rock your hips against him slowly, but he’s not having it. He pushes you back down with a firm hand to your soft, round tummy. It doesn’t hurt, but you know he’s in charge. He doesn’t have to say a word; you’re soft and compliant under his touch and his dark, lust-filled gaze. You like how it feels when he touches you. Everything about him is warm. His lips, his hands, his cock. Oh, fuck, his cock is so warm inside your tight pussy. When he’s not moving, you feel his warmth even more, like there’s steam rising off your bodies. It practically fills the room. Not in a suffocating way, but in an intoxicating way. He’s everywhere, and you still yearn for more of him.

“Please?” you beg. It comes out a little bit desperate, but you don’t care. You could have cum if he just let you.

“I’ll let you cum, I promise. Just not yet.” His gruff tone makes you whimper and look away. He grabs your chin and meets your eyes with an intense gaze. “I need you to look at me whilst I fuck you, baby.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

He moves his big hand to your throat, squeezing gently as he kisses you. “Gonna be good and cum when I say you can?”

“Uh-huh,” you wheeze, dizzy in the best way from how he squeezes your throat just tight enough to feel good.

He finally starts thrusting again, slowly so he doesn’t overwhelm you. You’re still very close to the edge in a way you can barely control. He could push you over so easily, and he knows it, so he’s going slow. He’s giving you long, lazy thrusts where his cock drags inside. You‘re so wet now, your slick is dripping down the base of his cock to his balls and puddling on the bed beneath you.

You start grinding against him, desperate for more. It feels so good, even at this tortuously slow pace. He’s gritting his teeth like he’s trying to hold off his own orgasm for another moment, just to feel your cunt squeeze him a little bit longer. Pleasure is rising in your body again, tightening in your core until it threatens to snap. As if he can sense it, and he absolutely can, his calloused fingertips move between your bodies to massage your swollen, neglected clit. It feels so good that your vision starts to blur. His calloused fingertips move so quickly on your clit that it threatens to wipe your mind of any coherent thought. You don’t even care. All that matters right now is how deliciously good you feel.

You can’t remember if you’ve ever prayed before, but you imagine it sounds exactly like the way you moan Eddie’s name as blinding pleasure washes over you. It’s easily the most intense orgasm of your life, your whole body trembling like jelly. You barely notice as he pulls out of you and tugs his bright red cock a couple of times before he cums on your bare tummy. There’s so much that it’s starting to pool on your stomach.

He gets up and walks into the bathroom, coming back with a damp towel to clean you up. It’s a surprisingly intimate gesture made even more so when he lays down with you after tossing the towel in a laundry hamper. He wraps his arms around you, and you lay together silently. You can’t think of anything to say. Nothing that feels right, anyway. But it’s a comfortable silence. Neither of you need to say anything at all. He seems to be in no rush to kick you out of his bed. You need time to recover and come back into your mind. The gentle rise and fall of his chest helps relax you. You might have even dozed off for a moment.

Even though neither of you are in a rush, you have to leave eventually. You hadn’t intended to stay more than a few minutes, but you’ve been in bed with him all afternoon. He gets up to gather your clothes, and you could swear he’s a little reluctant about it. It’s probably just your imagination, though. You notice him watching you dress, and it leaves you feeling exposed while you're putting clothes on, which seems counterintuitive. But it’s the way he looks at you, like he’s imagining you still naked and enjoying the visual.

He grins as he walks you to the door. “Call me next time you need a light bulb changed. Or even if you don’t.”

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steeldaisies · 5 days

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The Dos & Don'ts of Fake Dating | E.M. x reader | pt. 6

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summary: You propose a crazy idea to the resident freak of Hawkins, Eddie Munson. But maybe he was even crazier for agreeing to it…

notes & tropes: fem reader, slow burn, faking dating, opposites attract, bratty rich bitch reader, super minor revenge plot, not-quite-enemies-to-lovers

a/n: I feel like this chapter took forever to write, but it was literally only a week (also shoutout to @eddiernunson for helping with it!)??? I put so much work into this one, so I can't wait to see what everyone thinks! Updates will probably change to weekly for the time being, as chapters are starting to get longer. Enjoy~~

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Eddie once again met you outside the school on Monday morning, waiting - presumably for you - near the front entrance. As you spotted one another, Eddie grinned flirtatiously, and you relaxed your face, realizing that before making eye contact with Eddie that your jaw was clenched and your gaze was harsh. You hadn’t realized how cold your neutral expression was up until recently.

Eddie pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against, meeting you at the front door in time to open it for you. The corner of your lip pulled up in thanks, and once you were both inside, Eddie rested his arm over your shoulders, causing you to let out a surprised breath as your neck grew just a touch warm. You were glad that you happened to have a book to hold and keep your hands occupied, as you just knew without it you’d have crossed your arms or let them awkwardly hang at your side; even in previous real relationships, you weren’t a particularly physical person.

“Princess,” He greeted mockingly, as if he knew putting his arm around you would make you tense.

Your eyes narrowed a little as you taunted back, “Freak.”

“I thought we said only nice nicknames.” Eddie turned his over-dramatic, sad eyes on you.

“I also remember telling you not to call me ‘princess.’” You retorted, intentionally avoiding his eyes.

“Ah, but it suits you, doesn’t it?” Eddie continued teasing as various students looked your way, some doing double-takes as they realized who you were walking with. Your eyes briefly flicked up to his face, but you looked away before he could notice your gaze.

As the pair of you approached your locker, you were almost disappointed that no one was lingering there prepared to try and drag you back in with the crowd you always knew. It was nearly surprising just how quickly everyone seemed to leave you in the dust the moment you started feigning any interest in Eddie - years of friendship really seemed to mean nothing, huh? But the disappointment didn’t show on your face, as it was outweighed by the opposite sense of relief that you didn’t have to put on too much of a show, that your plan had done its job almost too well.

Once you were at the locker, Eddie let his arm fall from you so you could shuffle around in your bag and your locker. You both took that opportunity to look around, and you nearly smiled when you realized Eddie was doing exactly the same thing as you - that he was looking for reactions, that he was looking for the faces of people that knew either of you. So, you noted, he seemed to be enjoying this charade, too.

“So,” Eddie eventually leaned against the wall of lockers to look at you as you fussed with your belongings, “my band has shows on Tuesday nights.”

“You’re in a band?” You ask with a hint of disbelief, looking up at his face for a moment, which furrowed a little at your question.

“I did mention I play guitar.”

“You didn’t mention the guitar or the band.” You countered smartly, to which Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Alright, fine,” You smirked to yourself while closing your locker, leaning your shoulder against it to mirror Eddie’s pose, “You should come to our show tomorrow.”

Before you could stop yourself, you made a critical face at the suggestion. Based on the way he dressed, you knew exactly the kind of music Eddie most likely played, and you were far from interested in that. And you had no idea if he was good or not, or who the hell his bandmates were - for all you knew, they were even bigger losers than him.

In response to your mean expression, Eddie narrowed his eyes, his jaw a touch tight, “Stop being stubborn. Maybe you’ll enjoy it.”

“I doubt it,” you said with an unamused grin. A moment later, Eddie looked past your shoulder, his eyes showing recognition for whoever the hell he was looking at. You whip around to see a friend of his, the one with the locker near yours; said friend appeared a little confused as he looked between you and Eddie.

Without warning, Eddie snatched your hand and dragged you in the other boy’s direction, causing you to nearly trip in the process. You, of course, glared at him for how quickly he pulled you along, but you said nothing as the two of you approached his puzzled friend.

“Gareth,” Eddie started with a charismatic grin, his voice loud with excitement that you weren’t prepared for. He tugged you alongside him, keeping a hold on your hand as if he were enjoying the fact that you couldn’t just pull away. With his free hand, Eddie presented you as if you were some prize, “You’re familiar with the resident ice princess.”

Gareth’s eyes went back and forth between the two of you, trying to keep his confusion from totally twisting his expression, which he did a poor job of. You, as well, were trying to keep your face from showing any annoyance or disorientation from this whole thing, although you were certain you instead just looked like a total bitch.

“Yes…” Gareth started hesitantly, his eyes finally settling on Eddie’s face, “I didn’t think you two knew each other, though…”

“Recent development.” Eddie shrugged nonchalantly, releasing your hand only to throw his arm on your shoulders again before you could retreat. You side-eyed him, briefly unconcerned with whether or not Gareth saw it - Eddie was being exceptionally annoying this morning.

“How did you two…?” Gareth pointed between you, his muddled voice trailing off.

You and Eddie looked at one another with realization - you didn’t have an answer for that. Neither of you had even considered that that was a story you needed, and you felt stupid for not thinking about it from the get go. Now, one of you had to come up with it on the fly; you weren’t sure if you’d prefer coming up with it yourself or leaving it to Eddie.

You should probably take this one, you decided - just your luck, if you left it to Eddie he’d come up with the most ridiculous story that could never hold up. Still staring up at him, you take a deep breath, prepared to come up with some explanation quickly, but Eddie beat you to the punch.

“We were meeting for a deal,” he began, and you briefly wondered if he was about to tell Gareth the truth, “chatting became flirting, so I asked her out on a whim; didn’t expect her to actually say ‘yes,’ though.”

Eddie gave you that charming smile of his, feeling your shoulders relax - that explanation was nice and simple, believable enough that no one would ask questions. It looked like it appeased Gareth, too, because his confusion didn’t appear nearly as blatant as it was a minute ago. You were sure he still found it odd and probably had minor doubts, but he didn’t seem the type to vocalize those things.

“She’s coming to our show tomorrow night.” Eddie added, to which you turned your harsh stare onto him again. Your mouth immediately opened to dispute, although you hesitated for a moment as you realized Eddie did this on purpose - he dragged you over to his friend and put you on the spot, thinking you wouldn’t be able to argue in front of someone else. And you nearly debated whether or not you should, however, the small, smug look on Eddie’s face was exactly the catalyst you needed.

“I never said that.” You stated simply, watching the surprise that crossed Eddie’s face; yup, he didn’t think you’d debate this if another person was involved. You could see the hesitation in Gareth’s body language, could see that he was still getting over the fact that you and Eddie were, apparently, together.

“I thought you did?” Eddie put on a very convincing look, pretending to mull it over, trying to set you up to agree to it. You’d hand it to him, he was determined.

“No.” You raised your brow to challenge him, and you couldn’t help the small defiant smirk that dared to cross your lips, “I’ll need some incentive for that.”

“Whatever you want.” Eddie said without hesitation, returning his attention to Gareth with a humorous smile, “She’s not so bad once you get to know her.”

To that, you gave his chest a little smack, meeting Gareth’s eyes, which remained just as perplexed as before. Your customary impassive expression was on your face, “No, I’m worse.”

Gareth nearly looked nervous until you finally cracked a small smile, although he still seemed put off - he probably didn’t know whether or not you were kidding, even as you grinned at him. Maybe you needed to relax and not scare Eddie’s friends too much, it may eventually piss him off.

Eddie gave your shoulder a squeeze, as if it were a silent plea for you to behave yourself. You looked at his face for a few moments, once again challenging him, before returning your eyes to Gareth with a sigh.

“I’m not that bad.” You reassure plainly, certain that you don’t sound terribly convincing. Nonetheless, Gareth’s face isn’t nearly as hesitant, although you knew he was far from coming around to you.

“You get used to it.” Eddie chimed in while giving your shoulders a little tug, a signal that you two should start walking, “Don’t let her scare you too much, Gareth, the power will go to her head.”

You gave his chest another small smack while you scoffed. Eddie simply grinned and shook his head in amusement; he gave Gareth a nod of farewell before you two began to walk through the hall towards your first class of the day. Once you were out of earshot, you looked up at Eddie from the corner of your eye.

“Don’t set me up like that.” You instruct plainly, trying to avoid any malice that you would’ve used on him only a week ago.

“Oh, lesson learned.” Eddie retorted with a small sound of mirth, “I should’ve known you’d enjoy being difficult in front of other people.”

You shrugged, finding some mild amusement in it as well, “I just can’t seem to help myself.”

“You can say that again.” The pair of you walk in an easy silence for a few moments before Eddie looks at you with hopeful eyes, “But you will come tomorrow, right?”

You raise your brows at him, your face showing your disagreement with the question, “It’s not like I need to - I doubt anyone will be there to see us.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe how easily his thoughts and feelings about you fluctuated - one second, he enjoyed your company, the next he found you tiresome.

“Oh, come on,” Eddie started, studying your face, “Are we dating or not?”

“Well--”

“Don’t answer that.” Eddie cut you off, knowing exactly what you’d say to his poorly phrased question. You nearly laughed, but tried to keep a straight face - you didn’t need Eddie seeing you amused while you were trying to argue your case with him, “You know you have to meet my friends eventually, might as well be now. And I’d bet your parents wouldn’t be so happy about you going to a dive bar with a guy they don’t even know.”

As you two paused outside of your classroom, you gave Eddie a scrutinizing look, mulling over his two points - the one about his friends was neither here nor there, but he did make a good point about your parents. And from the look on his face, you figured he also knew that it was a good point.

While you studied him, Eddie leaned towards your face, his voice challenging, “Live a little.”

You narrowed your eyes, wanting to argue despite knowing that you were already losing. As you stared at one another, Eddie raised his brows impatiently, urging you to agree already and stop being so stubborn. You finally shook your head with a sigh of defeat, your brow furrowing even more as a cocky grin spread across Eddie’s lip.

“Fine, I’ll go. But I’m not gonna like it.”

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You sneered with distaste as you eyed the Hideout, your gaze critical as you took in the neon signs, the filthy windows, and the crowds of older bikers and alcoholics. This is the place Eddie dragged you to? You could kill him for not better preparing you for just how seedy and unsavory it would be.

Behind you, Eddie and the band were pulling equipment from the back of the van, the clatter of cymbals and their mingling voices drawing your attention. As you turned around, they all quickly whipped their eyes in another direction, quieting just a little - of course they’d been staring at you, talking about you. How could they not, considering that all of a sudden you were dating one of the losers amongst them. And said loser gave you a friendly wink as you met his eyes, but your attention turned back to his friends, making them all nervous with your intense gaze.

Admittedly, you loved that they were scared of you, loved that they were too damn nervous to even look you in the eye. You couldn’t help but find it funny, and you figured it would take a long time to get them to even talk to you without tripping over their words.

You crossed your arms as you looked back up at the bar again, frowning, “This place looks like a venereal disease waiting to happen.”

You heard one of them make a surprised sound at your comment; you’d bet the band was sharing shocked, nervous glances just behind you.

“Relax, princess,” Eddie flung his arm over you, his guitar case in the opposite hand, “just try to have fun, it’s not as bad as it looks.”

You gave him a smart look, “You say that now, but just you wait until some creep tries to grope me.”

Eddie blew air between his lips, “You’d probably scare anyone that even looked at you funny. Besides, you already let one creep grope you.”

He made a grabby hand over your shoulder as if to suggest he was about to touch you indecently, and behind you two the band chuckled, causing Eddie to grin largely. You gave him an affronted look as you hit his shoulder.

“Shut up!” You were taken aback by the joke, but you realized Eddie was probably all riled up by his friends - he was a boy, after all, they always said shit just to make their friends laugh.

“Sorry, sorry.” He raised his arms in surrender, his eyes apologetic as they met yours, “None of those jokes, I get it.”

You continued to glare at him for another moment before looking back towards the band. Eddie introduced the other two that you hadn’t met before, but you were already forgetting their names. Jeff? Grant? You weren’t totally certain. You could see a thoughtful furrow in Gareth’s brow as you glanced over all of them, and something told you to pay attention to him - you had a feeling he didn’t believe you and Eddie, that if anyone were to figure out your lie it would be him. That made him a far more observant friend than any of yours.

Eddie took hold of your hand and started dragging you to the bar, his band following right behind the pair of you. As Eddie held the door open, the sound of bluesy rock music met your ears, and you took in the various patrons and surroundings of the Hideout. You could immediately tell the Hideout seemed to cater to musicians - the stage was cramped, but well-loved, central with bright lights and a crowd formed to watch the band currently in the spotlight. The place wasn’t packed - after all, it was a Tuesday - but there were more people than you were expecting.

You could tell your group brought the median age of the bar down dramatically, everyone else looking 40 or older. As you made your way through the patrons, a few glanced at the band in recognition, one man even clapping Eddie on the shoulder as you passed. Corroded Coffin must have spent a lot more time here than you gave them credit for.

You stayed practically tucked into Eddie’s side as he led you through the Hideout, not wanting to get lost amongst the crowd of drunks. Once you reached the bar, Eddie greeted the bartender with familiarity, pulling you in closer to introduce you to the man with an eager grin, really selling that you were his girlfriend. His tone could’ve even fooled you.

“Keep an eye on her, alright, she’s trouble.” Eddie joked with the bartender, causing you to roll your eyes as they laughed.

“You look like you can handle yourself.” The bartender offered while meeting your eyes. Although he had a rough exterior, there was nothing about his gaze that felt off, so you gave him a small look of confirmation.

“That’s the problem.” Eddie teased, looking at you playfully.

You realized the rest of Corroded Coffin was already waiting in the wings, watching the other band finish up their set. Eddie gave your hand a small tug, drawing your attention back to him; he leaned down a little as he spoke, mouth close to your ears so you could hear him over the loud music.

“Stay here with Jack, alright?” He nodded his head towards the bartender, “That way I don’t lose you.”

“I thought you said this place wasn’t as bad as it looked.” You pulled back a little so he could see you raise a taunting brow.

“It’s not.” He reiterated, “but just my luck, you’ll draw trouble to you.”

You hummed in disagreement, “If there’s trouble, that’s on you.”

“That’s what I’m worried about.” Eddie grinned in contrast to his words, his eyes amused. He leaned towards you again as if he wanted to put on some show of physical affection, but hesitated; why did that ever so briefly make you nervous? Instead, he pulled his hand from yours while bringing his lips close to your ear again; you unconsciously flexed your hand now that it was free.

“We’re going on soon. Try to have fun.” Eddie took a deep breath before pulling back, and you almost thought that he had smelled your hair, but you figured that couldn’t be true.

As he’d done before, Eddie’s fingers grazed your back as he walked off in the direction of the stage. You watched him closely, the realization hitting you that this was a new place and you knew no one here. And it’s not that that frightened you or made you nervous, but the observation put you on your guard, made you a little more tense and aware of your surroundings.

Your eyes stayed locked on Eddie as he laughed with his friends, taking the stage to set up their equipment. You took the opportunity to study him, taking in the way his laugh spread through his entire body, the way he seemed to be so much more dramatic and playful and boisterous with his friends around. For a few moments, you didn’t even realize you were nearly smiling, although your expression quickly evened out with that realization. What the hell were you smirking about?

“Drink?” Jack’s gravelly voice asked over your shoulder, so you turned back towards the bar and eyed him momentarily.

“No, I’m not--”

He cut you off with a dismissive wave of his hand, knowing what you were going to say about your age, “Does this look like the kind of place that cares?”

His tone was matter-of-fact, and you smirked in appreciation at it. You considered for a moment what you wanted to drink, hopping up into one of the bar chairs as Jack watched you patiently, “What’s the girliest drink you know how to make?”

He laughed at the question, shaking his head but accepting it, “Ah, one girly drink coming right up.”

The corner of your mouth tugged back - there was something about Jack that instantly amused you. Maybe his grumpy vibes were entertaining, or maybe it was the fact that he found his own amusement in your drink order. Regardless, maybe it wasn’t so bad that Eddie effectively left this man as your babysitter.

The sound of a bass being tuned caused you to look back up at the stage. Eddie’s guitar was slung over his shoulder as he discussed something with the band, everyone looking prepared to start any minute now.

As Jack set a pretty drink in front of you, Eddie tested the mic, looking delighted at the crowd as the band finished their preparation. Again, you caught yourself smiling a little, blindly picking up your drink from the bartop as you continued to watch Eddie.

Of course, the almost endearing look on your face disappeared entirely once the music started. Just as you had expected, the drums were loud, the guitar thrashing, and Eddie’s singing rough and whiny. You couldn’t help the sneer on your face - this was so not your kind of music. Although the crowd seemed to respond positively, this just wasn’t your scene, and you unintentionally sat stiffly in your seat.

You hoped the lights were bright enough that Eddie couldn’t see you. Considering that his eyes hadn’t settled on you in some time, you figured the stage lighting made it difficult to find you. You just knew the disinterest that your body language exuded was bound to annoy him to some extent. Sure, you could fake being his girlfriend easily enough, but you couldn’t fake any interest in metal music. It was so damn loud and aggressive that it made your chest hurt and left your head confused.

However, once you got past that, you were able to study Eddie a little more. He was… actually good at this. You knew absolutely nothing about music, but just from watching Eddie you recognized how complicated the guitar was, how much skill it actually took to play these complex chords. His vocals were another story, but with that guitar Eddie showed an impressive amount of expertise, skilled hands with an intense care and focus. At one point, you nearly began to zone out while watching Eddie’s hands work up and down the neck of the guitar, and when you finally shook yourself out of the trance, you had to wonder just how long you’d been staring so damn intently at Eddie’s hands.

As the band played on, Jack brought you a second drink before you were even done with your first. You smiled in thanks before knocking back what was left in your first glass. Like any good popular high school kid, you’d been to your fair share of parties with alcohol aplenty, but that didn’t make you any less of a lightweight. One drink you could handle just fine, but it was always the second drink that started to make things a little blurry. So, you eyed your new glass warily, deciding whether or not you were brave enough to drink it.

But what did you have to lose? Despite its appearances, you were safe enough here at the Hideout, you figured you wouldn’t be out too late, and one more drink wasn’t going to totally mess you up. So, you grabbed the glass decisively, returning your attention to Eddie as you took a sip. You’d just cut yourself off after this one, no need to get plastered on a Tuesday night.

But damn it, Jack was too good a bartender, because as you were about finished with this glass, he put another in front of you. You furrowed your brows a little, stopping him before he could walk away and attend to the other patrons.

“I really shouldn’t!” You had to shout over how damn loud Corroded Coffin was - did someone turn up the speakers, or did they sound even louder because of your drinks? Jack leaned on the counter, his expression gruff but his eyes somehow still kind. He pointed in Eddie’s direction.

“Have one more, I trust that kid’ll take good care of you.” You made a doubtful face, looking between Jack and the drink. Unconsciously, you went back to sipping at the one in your hand, scrutinizing the bartender, “I’ve known Eddie since he was 14 - when I say he’ll take good care of you, I mean it.”

The comment was surprisingly genuine, causing you to cock your head curiously. Seeing something in your expression change, Jack gave you the slightest of smirks before turning his attention onto the other waiting customers. You realized a moment later that you hit the bottom of your glass; you stared at the melting ice briefly before looking at the new drink in front of you. Fine, one more. As you swapped the glasses, you hopped to your feet, forgetting that Eddie had asked you to stay at the bar.

That second drink put you a little more at ease; the loud music didn’t bother you nearly as much as it did before, and you didn’t mind pushing your way through the bar patrons anymore. You didn’t know where you wanted to go exactly, but you knew you needed to get on your feet for a little bit. So, you began to maneuver closer to the stage, keeping to one side of the crowd so you weren’t entirely packed between people. Your gaze stayed almost zeroed in on Eddie, taking in his stage presence thoughtfully.

Aside from him actually showing talent that you weren’t expecting, you also noticed how excited he was to be up there playing for people. The elation in his face, the animation in his body language - he had a lot of love for music, that was obvious to you. And because the drinks had been loosening you up over the course of the set, you realized that you were actually smiling as you watched him, actually enjoying the sight of Eddie live it up on this dinky little stage.

You didn’t even try to fight the look on your face, assuming that Eddie still couldn’t see you - you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that you were having a good time, after all. You even caught yourself tapping your foot along to the music at one point, as if the rhythm was beginning to make sense to you. It was more than just cacophonous noise - or at least that’s how it felt now that you were nearly three drinks deep - although you still didn’t quite understand the appeal of metal. Nonetheless, you found yourself trying to enjoy it.

It was as Eddie announced the final song that you finished your drink, leaving the empty glass on some nearby table. For a moment, you caught yourself wishing you weren’t here alone, wishing you could’ve dragged Amelia or Janet here to keep you company. Although the music and venue were far from anyone’s taste, this was exactly the kind of thing you all would have normally done together. But just as quickly as you thought that, you also remembered all the times Amelia had just disappeared on you at parties, all the times Janet flaked at the last minute when you discussed going to shows up in Indianapolis.

You got so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn’t realized Corroded Coffin just wrapped up their set. And you didn’t come back to yourself until a hand cupped your ass, immediately setting you off like dynamite.

You whipped around to find a grimy but otherwise nondescript man lingering behind you, a slimy look on his face. You were also briefly aware of Eddie’s voice calling something from the wing of the stage, but you were already in go-mode, arm reeling and swinging ungracefully to crack the guy. Your aim was a little off and you nearly missed, but you still managed to make contact, although with his throat rather than his jaw like you intended. If there was any pain in your own hand, you probably wouldn’t notice it until tomorrow.

As he stumbled back, you felt someone else come up behind you, and you were about ready to hit them, too, until you were spun around to face Eddie. He held your shoulders, but you still had to steady yourself by grabbing his forearms, meeting his shocked eyes with far too much of a calmness about you. Eddie’s brow furrowed as he looked you up and down then looked past you at the man you hit, then back at you.

“Jesus, can’t leave you alone, can I?” His tone was bewildered, as if he couldn’t believe he saw you, the ice princess, hit a guy. Sure, he knew you had quite a bark, but he didn’t know you also had a bite.

Thanks to the drinks in you, a laugh escaped your throat - was it a nervous one, or did you find the whole thing actually funny? You looked back at the man to see him already being taken care of, Jack dragging him out of the bar. No one else seemed to bat an eye at the ruckus, perhaps because they were used to it, choosing to carry on and ignore it. You met Eddie’s concerned eyes again, grinning uncharacteristically large.

“Fucking idiot.” Eddie looked nearly offended until he realized you were talking about the man and not him. He sighed, shaking his head with near mirth, still trying to wrap his head around this whole thing.

But after a few moments, he laughed - it was small and breathy, but when his eyes met yours again, there was definitely a glimmer of amusement there. He stepped back from you looking around in disbelief, a smile threatening to pull at his lips.

“Don’t piss you off, got it.” Eddie finally smiled while looking you up and down; now that the shock had passed, he was actually a little impressed by how it handled yourself. Feeling a touch sobered up, you shrugged in defense of yourself.

“Well, he shouldn’t have acted like an idiot.” Eddie chuckled at your comment, nodding in agreement.

“I didn’t know you had a right hook like that.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” You counter, swaying a little on your feet yet again, which made your statement nearly laughable. Eddie put out his arm in case he needed to steady you, looking you over heedfully.

“I think it’s time we get you home.” He says simply, putting his hand to the small of your back and guiding you towards the band as they packed up their equipment. You allowed him to lead you, although you rolled your eyes a little at how cautious he was being with you, as if you were a baby bird or something.

“Oh, come on, the night is young.” You say far too lightheartedly, making Eddie eye you with a curious look - after all, this lax attitude was incredibly odd for you. Is this how you always behaved when you drank? Open and approachable and even a little fun? He’d have to keep that in mind, keep an eye on you in the future.

“You’ll regret saying that tomorrow.” Eddie teased while grabbing his guitar case from where it leaned against the wall. Meanwhile, you relaxed against a nearby speaker, watching as the group finished collecting their belongings. You realized Gareth was looking at you, and rather than glower as you’d normally do, you instead gave him a tipsy grin. That seemed to confuse him even more, as he nervously looked back at what he was doing.

“You guys aren’t half bad.” You say to no one in particular, although they all briefly glanced up with varying degrees of surprise. Only Eddie smiled.

“Is that meant to be a compliment?” He ribbed. You playfully made a face, but didn’t grace him with a response.

Eventually, you and Eddie were back in the van, the rest of Corroded Coffin having carpooled separately. As Eddie pulled away from the Hideout, you watched him drive, studying his hands as they drummed on the steering wheel. Some metal music you weren’t familiar with played through the speakers, but luckily Eddie kept the volume low enough that your brain didn’t rattle.

Watching Eddie’s fingers move, you recalled his skill on the guitar, how easily his fingers slid over the strings, how his hands practically danced on the instrument. It was a talent that you actually found quite impressive, although you weren’t about to divulge that information to him. You turn your attention to his face, how the moonlight highlighted certain features; a sheen of sweat caused his bangs to stick to his forehead, his cheeks still flushed, a content look settled on his face. Once again, you found yourself zoning out as you stared at him.

“You were good tonight.” The words left your mouth unexpectedly as you continued staring at him, and Eddie looked over at you with disbelief, as if you actually giving him a compliment was so foreign. His eyes pulled you from your slight daze, and you tried to collect yourself but fumbled, “You’re good at… guitar.”

God, that sounded stupid. And as if to emphasize it, Eddie laughed merrily, clearly delighted by your own confusion in your phrasing. You glared harshly, hating the fact that you sounded so dumb.

“Your singing could use some fucking work, though.” You retaliated unnecessarily, huffing as you crossed your arms and slouched in the seat. Eddie’s laughter died down as he looked at your pouting face, although that in itself made him want to keep laughing. But he pushed down that desire, not wanting to get you riled up.

“Oh, come on,” he reached over to nudge your knee, his palm hot against your skin. If you weren’t so grumpy, you probably would have liked the feel of it, “Sorry… but thank you. Glad to know I’m good at guitar.”

You glanced at him, still glaring, but his expression was genuine and nonjudgmental, sweet even, and you felt yourself begin to relax.

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*insert noises of frustration*

DIMPLES DIMPLES DIMPLES

#the things i would let him do to me #many things it would be many things #why is he so attractive #is it hot in here?#i need to go touch grass #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie munson stranger things

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steeldaisies · 8 days

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i absolutely agree that xreader can be so healing and promote self love and acceptance in unique and powerful ways but also it lets you fuck nasty with your faves and i think that is just so beautiful

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Eddie talks in his sleep. You think it’s the sweetest thing ever, lying next to him. His weight fully pressed into the mattress, warm and solid and comforting. He hogs the covers and totally starfishes but he’s just cute enough to get away with it. In between snores you’ll hear him mumbling as he lays on his back, eyelids flitting and deep in sleep. The things he says are so incredibly off the wall that you’ll be in fits of giggles in the middle of the night. He gets conversational too-

“babe the mice are fighting”

“Tell them to stop Eds”

“They’ve got knives”

“Roll for initiative”

“Uh 16.”

“Ok”

And then suddenly he’ll be snoring again, entirely unaware. You tease him about it mercilessly come morning and he just hides his face and groggily tells you to fuck off (with love)

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FERAL!!!!!

Having to pause sex with Eddie because you’re both laughing too hard from his head bouncing off the headboard and it made a funny noise

#but I can totally hear the mix of giggles whimpers and groans #god I’m melting #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine

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steeldaisies · 11 days

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This post had me like

Wrong Number

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Request: Hey! I wondered if you could write this idea that I had for an Eddie x reader fic? Reader mistakenly calls Eddie thinking it's her friend, and Eddie is going to tell her she has the wrong number but reader sounds like she has a lot on her mind and needs to vent so he just lets her talk. Reader vents for a while and then when she's done she ask her "friend" a question and Eddie finally reveals that she called the wrong number. I didn't really think of how it would end, so that's up to you. Thank you so much!

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: a little but fluff, strangers to lovers, reader calls the wrong number, reader is friends with Steve, venting about a bad day at work

AN: This was an anonymous request! Again I am so so sorry that this took forever to get to because I absolutely loved the idea and was so excited to write it, but then writer's block happened and school and life stuff...anyway, sorry again for taking so long, but I hope you enjoy!

You opened the door to your apartment and allowed your bag to fall from your shoulder to the ground. You wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and wallow in self-pity for the rest of the night. Slipping off your shoes, you closed and locked the door behind you and shuffled your way to your room.

After flopping onto your bed, you glanced over at your bedside table and eyed your phone. As much as you wanted to just go to sleep, you knew you needed to vent.

You leaned over, grabbed the phone off the receiver, and allowed muscle memory to dial the number.

Eddie sat on his bed, his Hellfire notebook in his lap, working on a new campaign idea when the phone rang. He rolled his eyes, assuming it was Gareth wanting to annoy the shit out of him. He would do that a lot, Gareth. He would just call Eddie for no reason other than to annoy him, and he wouldn’t hang up until Eddie answered the phone. And if Eddie answered and hung up, Gareth would just call again…and keep calling, so Eddie had gotten into the habit of answering the phone and saying a quick hello and then leaving the phone off of the receiver until Gareth finally hung up.

He walked out into the kitchen, grabbed an apple off of the counter and took a bite before answering the phone, “Hello?” his voice was garbled from the food in his mouth.

“I had the worst day and I just really need to vent. Is that okay?”

Eddie’s brows pinched together in confusion. Your voice was not one he recognized, “Um.”

“Look, Steve, I know you’re probably in the middle of something, but I just really need to talk to someone about this shitty, shitty day.”

Steve?

It finally dawned on Eddie that you must have misdialed the phone and called him by accident. He did know that his number was one off from Steve’s, but he had never received calls from someone wanting to talk to Steve before…well a couple of telemarketers, but other than that nothing.

“Steve, please, I promise I’ll be quick.”

Eddie knew he should tell you that he wasn’t Steve. He really did. But the sadness in your voice, you really did sound like you needed to vent, and if you were the one doing all of the talking, then what was the harm?

He bit into the apple again before answering, “Go on.”

You took a deep breath, “So it all started this morning when my alarm didn’t go off, even though I triple checked before I went to sleep last night. Because my alarm didn't go off, I didn’t have time to eat breakfast and I was late to work. My boss yelled at me for being late, even though he’s always late and half of my coworkers are late all the time, and he told me that was my second strike and one more strike I would get my hours get back. I can’t for the life of me ever remember getting a first strike! Customers were being bigger assholes than usual, one guy got mad at me for helping another customer because apparently he was there first even though he seemed to have appeared out of no where from my perspective. My work nemesis, Carol, was an absolute nightmare today. She micro-managed every single thing I did and just kept complaining about her dumb kids.”

Eddie couldn’t help but snort at that.

“Shut up, Steve! We’ve talked about Carol before. You know she’s the worst.”

Eddie cleared his throat and mumbled, “Sorry.”

You felt like something sounded off about his voice, but continued your rant, “And then of course when it was time for my lunch break, I realized that in my mad dash to get out the door, I forgot to bring one. And I know what you’re thinking, I could’ve just bought something, but that’s where you’d be wrong. Because I forgot my god damn wallet! So, I had no breakfast and no lunch! And after my non lunch break it was more of the same bullshit from my boss and Carol. And to top it all off my car is now making a weird sound when I turn it on, and I cannot afford to go to the mechanic. That’s it. That’s the shitshow that was my day. I am so hungry, but I have no energy left in my body to get out of bed and make something. I think I’m just gonna let myself waste away here. Unless a certain gentleman with fantastic hair would like to bring me some food?”

Eddie wasn’t sure what to say, but he figured the jig was up and it was time to come clean, “Well, I might not be the gentleman with fantastic hair you’re thinking of, but that description still fits.”

You sat up on your bed, “I’m sorry? What?”

Eddie chuckled nervously, “Yeah, um, this isn’t Steve.”

You sat there with your mouth agape. Several emotions were fighting for dominance in your mind, anger, confusion, surprise, frustration, embarrassment.

“Look, I do know Steve, we’re kind of friends, and it’s a weird coincidence, but our phone numbers are one number off from each other, and I think you may have dialed my number by mistake.”

“Oh…well this is embarrassing.” Obviously embarrassment won that fight.

Eddie pushed his hair back and sat down on the table by the phone, “If it makes you feel any better that Carol sounds like a piece of work.”

“Oh, you don’t know that half of it,” you let out a small airy laugh that sent a flutter through Eddie’s chest, “Well, sorry for interrupting your evening.”

“It was no trouble.”

You had been trying your best to place his voice, it did sound familiar to you, but you just couldn’t picture his face, “Who are you exactly? If you don’t mind me asking?”

“I’m Eddie, Eddie Munson.”

A delighted smile spread across your face, “Oh! I know you! Steve took me and Robin to see your band at The Hideout.”

Eddie smiled, “Ah, so you were the mystery person who was at that show. I thought Steve was going to introduce us, but once we finished packing up you were gone.”

You let out a regretful chuckle, “Yeah, I had to work early the next day.”

“That’s a shame, from what I could tell from the stage you looked cute.” Eddie smirked and you could hear it in his voice.

“Oh, please,” you rolled your eyes, “I doubt you could even see me, let alone tell if I was cute or not.”

“Believe me, I could see you, but if you’re so sure I couldn’t, we could get dinner sometime and I can find out.”

You felt heat pricking in your cheeks, “You’re asking me out?”

“Indeed I am. What do you say?”

You but your lip as you contemplated. On the one hand, you knew nothing about Eddie other than he’s kind of friends with Steve and he’s in a metal band, but on the other hand, he did just sit here and listen to you vent about your day with no complaints, and you couldn’t deny that you had developed a little bit of a crush after seeing him play at The Hideout, “I say yes.”

“Awesome, I’m assuming you know the diner on Main Street. Let’s meet there at this time tomorrow. Does that work for you?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Eddie excitedly hoped off the table, “In the meantime, I assume you are still in need of food now. I’ll take care of it.”

“How?”

“Oh, you’ll find out…I know that sounded incredibly creepy but go with me on this.”

*About twenty-minutes later*

You heard a knock at your door, and you crawled out of your bed to answer it.

“YOU’RE GOING OUT WITH EDDIE? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?” Steve stood outside your apartment door, a bag of takeout in his hand.

“Hello to you too, Steve. Is that my food?"

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson gn!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic

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