#before they all meet up and go 'hey yeah you guys ran into eddie from high school too? cool. he's ours now'

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heya, i have to wake up in three hours but! here's another lil human au snippet! ft. lightly implied Laughingstock! disclaimer i am so so tired so don't come at me for typos or strangely worded sentences or missing info <3

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Before heading home, Eddie swings by a charming little store he’s been to once or twice before. He usually goes to the chain store by his house, but he doesn’t feel like dealing with the hustle and bustle and the endless aisles. This little store is quiet, nice, and strangely has everything anyone could need. 

The lot is mostly empty at this hour, so Eddie claims a spot right at the front. As with the other times, the windows are littered with displays and stickers - half off on this, sale on that. Eddie enters Howdy’s Place with the chime of the door’s shopkeeper’s bell. He’ll get what he needs and get out, quick and easy and peacefu-

Boisterous laughter slams into Eddie like a hammer, so sudden that he jumps in place. An employee stocking cans nearby glances weirdly at him. Eddie clears his throat and hurries into the nearest aisle as the laughter tapers off. The silence barely lasts a second before loud chatter starts up. It’s too fast and muffled for Eddie to understand, but he can pick out two distinct voices - one deep, one less so but still decidedly masculine. 

Eddie tries to tune it out as he gathers what he needs. Toothpaste, some paper towels, shampoo. For the hell of it, he nabs a box of classic bran muffins from the spacious food section. He lingers for a moment, enjoying how far-away the conversation seems at the other corner of the store. Unfortunately, theft is illegal, so Eddie is forced to move towards the noise.

A strange thing about the store - it’s a combination general store, antique shop, and diner, complete with a miniature gift shop separating the two. One long checkout counter stretches from the open store area, behind the gift shop, and into the diner, where the conversation is coming from. An interesting setup, but an understandable one. It allows anyone behind the counter to move fluidly between customers and sections.

As Eddie approaches, the conversation becomes slightly clearer. 

“-said, no wonder you didn’t get her number!” the deeper voice barks, and the two dissolve into that almost-too-loud laughter again. 

As it tapers off, the other voice says, “Sounds like a real charmer! But really, you oughta be careful, Barn. One of these days someone’s gonna throw a right hook at ya.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. A transatlantic accent? He hasn’t heard that anywhere outside of real old movies and a queen he once knew. It sounds natural too, like the man was born to sound like he belongs on a 1920s radio show. It nudges something in the back of Eddie’s mind. He’s started to get really sick of that nudge.

“Oh, this guy did.”

“No kidding? I don’t see a shiner.”

“Well, yeah. I went left.”

Both of them laugh again, and Eddie feels a tiny tug at the corner of his mouth. That wasn’t funny enough to garner an actual laugh in his opinion, but it wasn’t unfunny. 

Eddie steps up to the counter and quietly puts his acquired items on it, not wanting to interrupt. He chances a glance to the side - walking space in front of the counter’s length lets him see right down into the diner.

A large man with dyed-blue hair and an interesting fashion sense is at the bar, talking to an employee leaning against the other side. The employee doesn’t really catch Eddie’s gaze, but the other man… Eddie swears he’s seen him before. He studies him from the corner of his eye, not wanting to be rude but unable to mind his business. 

“Our bouncer didn’t even get a chance at the action - the idiot knocked himself out tryin’ a second swing!” The customer says. His deep voice, wavering with humor, only adds to the sense of familiarity. Metal glints in his right ear. Eddie knows this man from somewhere.

The employee shakes his head, tutting. His busy hands polish a vintage pitcher. “I swear, you get all the crazies.”

“Makes for a good story, though.” The customer takes a sip from his tall milkshake and scoffs. “Though if it wasn’t all well-ending, amusing bull, I doubt I’d be so tolerant.”

Minutes drag by as the two keep talking. Eddie goes from patiently waiting to awkwardly trying to get the employees attention. If only there was someone else behind the counter, but the only other staff member is elsewhere, likely still stocking shelves. 

The two men are too absorbed in their little world, even though both are facing Eddie’s way. The customer has both elbows on the counter, one of them bent to prop up his chin. The employee has his hip leaned against the edge as they chat. They’re obviously very familiar with each other, and clearly deeply enjoy each other's company. 

Still - and Eddie is sorry to say, but it’s bad customer service. He’s not in a rush, but he’d still like to be on his way home. He could be fishing out the complex keys right now. He checks his phone - he’s been here for nearly fifteen minutes. Picking out the items took less than five. 

Eddie sighs, staring at the various cigarette packs displayed behind the counter. He’s never seen the appeal in smoking, but as the laughter starts up again, he almost wishes he did. He’s going to treat himself to a very long shower once he gets home. 

The store’s other employee walks behind the counter, carrying a box. Eddie lights up. Finally - she pointedly clears her throat and heads into the back. 

The constant conversation stalls for the barest moment, and he looks over. The customer grins at him for a second - lord he’s handsome - before turning that grin towards his friend.

“You’re losin’ your touch, Howds,” he teases, bringing his shake straw to his lips.

“I resent that statement. You’re just distracting.”

“Lil’ me? Distracting? C’mon, you can just tell me I’m pretty to my face. I’ll take it like a champ, I swear!”

“Ha, good try.” The employee sets the pitcher down and starts to mosey in Eddie’s direction. “Your ego is big enough for the both of us as is. One more compliment and your head’ll pop like a balloon.”

“Well, given that most balloons don’t really pop, they just kinda deflate slowly-”

“Sorry for the wait!” the employee says loudly in a glaringly obvious customer service tone. He stops in front of Eddie with a cardboard smile. At the other end of the counter, the familiar man snickers and hides his grin behind his drink. “I trust you found everything you did - and didn’t! - need.”

Eddie just stares up at him for a moment. At six-one, Eddie hasn’t felt small in a very long time. He usually stands at least a full inch above other people. This employee - Howdy, his name tag states - has several more on him.

“Uh, y-yes, I uh, I did,” Eddie stammers, glancing at his items. 

“Wonderful! And again, my sincerest apologies for the delay. My friend makes a game out of keeping me from my job.” Howdy shoots his ‘friend’ a glare with enough heat in it to make an ice cube sweat. 

“No worries.”

Howdy scans the items at an almost frightening speed. Beep, into a paper bag. Beep, in. Beep, beep - “Oh, no.”

“What?” Eddie says, dread plucking at his ribs as Howdy holds the bran muffins and shakes his head. “Is there somethin’ wrong?”

“Indeed there is! You’re making a mistake with these. They’re absolutely horrible, I tell ya - and bad for you, too!” Howdy tuts and puts the box to the side. “No, no, you don’t want those.”

“I… don’t?”

“Not if you knew better! Lucky for you, I’m here to set you straight. What you need is-” he snaps his fingers, “Barnaby, be a pal and-”

“Already on it,” ‘Barnaby’ says, appearing next to Eddie.

If Eddie weren’t already paralyzed, he’d jump right out of his skin from how Barnaby towers over him. He has to be a scant inch or so shorter than Howdy, but he still makes Eddie feel tiny. Unfortunately, Barnaby is even more handsome up close. 

“Here ya go.” Barnaby hands a plastic container to Howdy and taps it, smiling lazily down at Eddie. “I’d take his advice on this one. Those bran-named muffins may sound fancy, but they’re pretty crumby! You want muffins of quality. Real breadwinners!

Eddie can’t help a soft laugh. “Breadwinners, heh, that’s a good one.”

“Are you selling these or am I?” Howdy says, raising a bushy eyebrow. 

“Hey, I’m just doin’ what you asked! I’m bein’ a pal.”

“And I - I’m sorry," Eddie interjects, "but you’re awfully familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?”

“Eh, I’ve been around, but uh… you ever been to [INSERT GAY BAR NAME HERE]?”

Howdy clears his throat. “I’m trying to make a sale here, Barn. You can flirt on your own dime when you’re not costing me mine.”

“Didja know your nose gets redder when you’re jealous?”

Howdy rolls his eyes and shoves Barnaby in the diner’s direction. Barnaby goes with a hearty snicker. Despite the joke, Eddie thinks it has some merit as Howdy scans the final item and rings him up, considerably frostier than before.

Belatedly, Eddie realizes that he didn’t actually agree to the different muffins. Too late now. “Say, what kind of muffins are those?”

“Poppyseed-lemon.”

Eddie relaxes - that is a lot better than boring bran. “Y’know, my mother loved poppyseed-lemon muffins.”

“Did she now,” Howdy drawls.

“Like you wouldn’t believe! If baking was so much as mentioned, she’d jump right on houndin’ us to whip some up for her, or send us to go buy some. We’d never even get a taste! They’d be gone the moment they hit the air, I tell ya.” Eddie chuckles. “Took me a while to understand what all the fuss is about, but man was she right. They are good!”

“Uh-huh. Well, we have a fresh batch delivered every morning. They’re not the same type every time, mind you, but I can promise that they’re all of the highest quality.”

“Breadwinners, right?” Eddie jokes. Howdy doesn’t blink, but Barnaby snorts. He’ll take it. “I might have to come by more often, if that’s the case! Thank you kindly, sir.”

“Mhm, have a good day.” Howdy hands him the bag and strides away without a glance. The dismissal is clear as day. “Say, Barn, did you hear about the racket one of those cult crackpots stirred up at our dear friend’s tearoom?”

Eddie doesn’t catch the tail-end of the sentence as he hurries away, but he frowns. Cult? What cult? There’s a cult? He certainly didn’t hear of one before moving here, and none of his background checks had turned up anything of the sort. He hopes it was just a figure of speech. 

The door chimes again as Eddie leaves. It isn’t until he’s in his car that the embarrassment of that whole exchange catches up with him. If he had a nickel for every time he’d made a fool of himself in front of a gorgeous, strangely familiar man, he’d have three nickels. At the rate he’s going, he’ll either be rich, or he’ll have to move. 

Eddie subtly tries to peek around the store’s window displays from the safety of his car. He catches a scant glimpse of blue hair - come to think of it, it’s a similar shade to Wally’s. But where Wally’s had, to Eddie’s memory, been uniformly dyed right down to his eyebrows, Barnaby’s rich brown roots were obvious. His beard and eyebrows weren’t dyed, either. 

As Eddie relaxes back into his seat, he re-reads at the store’s name. The color drains from his face and he barely restrains himself from slamming his forehead against the steering wheel.

Oh, of course. Of course he made a fool of himself in front of the owner. Eddie can never come back here again. And it was such a nice store…

#wait wym this is almost 2k words what the Fuck! #ok! the writing gods blessed me tonight i guess! #anyway slight context - #in my mind there's a whole Plot and stuff for this au #where it starts off with eddie running into The Group™️ and meeting them mostly separately #before they all meet up and go 'hey yeah you guys ran into eddie from high school too? cool. he's ours now' #and forcibly drag eddie into their little Circle #wh modern human au #snippets from the bog #also sorry about the [INSERT GAY BAR NAME HERE] lmfao i cant come up with one atm #i want it to be wh-related and Clever #but i am not very clever on a good day and this has been a bad one! and again! im tired! #i. dont know how to tag this. whatever! if you see it you see it! #ok im going to sleep. for a whopping three hours before my alarm goes off. *less than three. Sigh. #i always do this! its like 'oh i have to wake up early tomorrow! lets not sleep at all! im feeling so creative!' #gonna go think about this au's laughingstock as i drift to sleep #FOR THREE. HOURS. #have i mentioned the three hours????

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rainy daze - an eddie munson one shot

eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie takes you back to his trailer on a rainy fall day to cuddle, watch movies, and makeout have fun

ao3 link

Cw: inexperienced!reader with strict parents, fluff, kissing, like ooey gooey fluff, teasing, rainy day hangs with bf!Eddie, meeting Wayne for the first time, nudity

You and Eddie had made plans to hang out after school today. You thought about going to the movies or hanging out at StarCourt, that is until the day finally arrived and by last period it still hadn’t stopped raining. 

It was a cool autumn day and the rainfall was welcomed, but all it made you want to do was cuddle up on the couch to a movie and a box of pizza. But as long as you were with Eddie, you didn’t really care what you did.

You and Eddie had recently started dating. The circles you ran in overlapped and after having seen him at enough social functions, you got to talking and started getting closer till one day, it became just the two of you. 

You had gone out on several dates and you were sure to become boyfriend and girlfriend soon, but he still hadn’t kissed you, yet. He definitely tried, but you were so nervous because of your lack of experience that anytime he tried to get close enough, you dodged his advances or made some excuse to avoid him. 

You were worried he would start to think you weren’t interested in him in that way, which couldn’t be more wrong, but it was too embarrassing to admit the truth. For the time being, he was being respectful enough of your space, but the anticipation of things escalating was eating at you. You tried not to let the thoughts consume you too much. Today would be about spending time with Eddie and not putting any pressure on yourself to do anything you’re not ready for. 

You and Eddie had passed notes between classes and agreed that he would meet you up at your locker after school and head over to his trailer to hang out. When your last class of the day let out, you eagerly skipped over to your locker. It was Friday, so you switched out some items you wouldn’t need for the weekend with items you did.

After being in the zone, deciding between books, a pair of arms slinks their way around your waist and a certain someone’s chin finds its place along your shoulder. 

“Hey sweetheart,” Eddie’s voice cooes in your ear.

You jump slightly, not having heard him approach. You turn your head slightly and see his beautiful brown eyes lovingly gaze into yours. You press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Hi Eddie.”

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah, just need to get some things from my locker,” you say as you pack up the remaining items into your backpack. 

Eddie squeezes you tighter, making you giggle. He presses a kiss to your temple, with an audible, “mwah”,  before unraveling his arms. 

You close the locker door and zip up your backpack. Before you can even sling it over your shoulder, Eddie swipes it from you and slings it over his.

You scoff, “Eddie, I can carry my own backpack.”

“Yeah, I know. Wouldn’t want those precious little arms of yours getting tired though,” Eddie explains as he wiggles his fingers along your arms, making you laugh from the ticklish sensation.

“C’mon,” Eddie leads and the two of you start walking down the hall, walking across the rest of Hawkins High to get to the student parking lot.

“How was your day sweetheart?” Eddie asks as he wraps an arm around your waist. You reciprocate the gesture and lean into his touch.

“It was good. The heater wasn’t working in half of my classes so it was kind of cold. But, in my English class I got that essay I was really stressed about back and I ended up getting a B+ on it!”

“Hey look at you, my smart girl. I told you you’d do great on it.” Eddie cheers as he looks down at you.

“Thanks Eddie,” you blush, “How was your day?”

“It was alright. I was practically army crawling my way through a test in Ms.O’Donnell’s class.”

“Oh, no! That bad?”

“Yeah, it’s whatever though. And then some of the guys from Hellfire club wanted to hang out tonight but I told them I couldn’t. Already made plans with my girl.”

“Your girl,” you smirk at him teasingly.

Suddenly, a large clap of thunder roars outside, slightly rattling the lights hanging overhead.

“That can’t be good,” you say worriedly. There aren’t any windows in the halls, so you have no idea how bad the weather is outside.

“It’s ok darling, you’re safe with me,” Eddie nuzzles his cheek against the top of your head.

You continue walking with Eddie and as you reach the main doors you see a heavy rain pouring outside. You look at Eddie with concern. A flash of lighting splays across the dark clouds. The rain comes down harder and faster, making it hard to see past a few yards.

You consider waiting out the storm. It’s been raining all day, but not like this. Maybe the intense part will pass soon. You and Eddie decide to wait around a bit to test the theory. You lean against the wall, Eddie caging you in with his arms. You talk about little things to pass the time, twirling your finger in his hair or tracing your fingers along his arms.

At a certain point, a few of the Hellfire boys run into you and say hi to Eddie. They tease him for ditching them for you, but Eddie gives it to them right back and you smile at the boyish camaraderie. 

After twenty or thirty minutes have passed, the rain barely slows down. It was still coming down hard, but you could at least see further into the horizon. Eddie’s stomach begins to rumble and you look up at him. You reach forward and rub your hand along the fabric covering the taut skin.

“Are you hungry?”

Eddie nods and exhales through his nose, “Yeah, little bit.”

You look out the window. “Should we just chance it and get out of here? I don’t think the rain is gonna slow down anytime soon.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right.”

“Will you be okay to drive in the rain like this?”

“Yeah, I’ll be alright,” Eddie smiles as you brush your fingers through his bangs. “I’m parked all the way at the edge of the lot though. Up for a little adventure?”

“Always,” you wink.

Eddie grabs your hand and leads you to the door, “Ready to make a run for it?”

You nod and the two of you run out the door and across the parking lot. You dodge a few other students waiting under their umbrellas or cars slowly milling about the parking lot. You bolt across the lot, splashing in the newly formed puddles.

You shriek as you feel your Converse submerge completely in one particularly deep puddle. As you keep running, you feel the rain dampen your sweater and jeans. The cold water pelting against your skin. Eddie holds your hand tightly as you two run in the pouring rain. 

By the time you make it inside the van, both of your clothes are drenched. Your hair drips with water along the seats.

“Eddie,” You whine as you laugh at the sight of his hair clinging to his pale skin. He runs a finger through his hair and it flops back down. Little droplets of water hang off his nose and eyelashes. You lean over and press a kiss on his cheek, hand cupping it afterward. He smiles down at you. 

“We’re soaking wet,” You say as you feel a shiver run through your skin, “And it’s cold.” 

Eddie removes your hand and thumb rubbing over his cheek and presses his lips to the back of your hand. Eddie starts the car and maneuvers the buttons on the dash to turn on the heater.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll get us somewhere warm and dry,” he says as he looks in the rearview mirror. 

He expertly pulls out of the parking lot and carefully makes his way to the main road. As they travel further away from the school, the rain dulls to an incessant pitter patter along the car windows. 

Black Sabbath plays along the van sound system. The slower songs paired with the gloomy skies outside and the white noise of the raindrops along the glass lull you to a light sleep. When Eddie notices, he looks over at you and smiles in awe.

When you arrive at the trailer, the rain is still pouring, but the skies aren’t as dark or tinged with strikes of lighting. 

Eddie nudges you awake and you flutter your eyes open.

“We’re here sweetheart,” he says and you adjust to your new surroundings. You stretch out your arms and unbuckle your seatbelt. 

You both rush outside and Eddie opens the door for you. You step through carefully, not wanting to drag in any water or mud.

“Hey Uncle Wayne,” Eddie calls out from behind you. You look up and see an older man with gray hair and a gray mustache sitting on the couch in front of you. “I brought someone over.”

“You two get caught in the rain?” Wayne asks as he lifts himself up from the couch.

You’ve been over to the trailer before but Wayne was usually out at work. Your eyes widen at the realization that you’re going to be meeting Eddie’s uncle for the first time, in a state like this no less.

“Yeah we did. Y/N this is my Uncle Wayne. Uncle Wayne this is Y/N,” Eddie announces as he shuts the door and takes off his shoes.

Wayne stands in front of you, “So this is the famous Y/N I've been hearing so much about.”

Your eyes widen and you look over at Eddie who’s shaking off his jacket.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Munson,” you greet with a smile as you reach out to shake his hand. 

“Please, Mr. Munson was my father, call me Wayne,” Wayne smiles.

Out of respect, you know you probably will not be calling him Wayne but you nod as if you will.

“I apologize for showing up unannounced. The rain kind of put a damper on our plans.”

“No worries dear, make yourself at home.”

“Thank you sir.” You smile at him.

“I did some grocery shopping earlier so the two of you are more than welcome to anything in the kitchen,” Wayne looks from you to Eddie before making his way back to the couch.

Eddie nods and you thank Wayne again. You look at Eddie pointedly and whisper, “Eddie, say thanks to your uncle.”

“What? It’s fine. I don’t need to–”

“Yes you do. It’s the polite thing to do.”

Eddie exhales, “Thanks Uncle Wayne.”

Wayne chuckles and smiles at the two of you, “No problem son. I head out for work later so make yourselves at home.”

“C’mon,” Eddie grumbles as you remove your shoes.

Eddie leads you over to his room and starts rummaging through his drawers. 

He gives you a messy pile of clothes, “Here, you can change into these.”

You look up into his eyes and briefly scan the room. “Um, I’m gonna go to the bathroom”

Eddie slightly cocks his head to the side and frowns, “Okay”

You make your way into the small bathroom. You turn the fluorescent light on and close the door behind you. You lock it and proceed to look at yourself in the murky mirror. Your makeup miraculously hasn’t been ruined, but your hair is wet like you just got out of the shower. 

You slowly peel off your soaking wet sweater and wring it out in the sink. You search around for a towel and find an extra one under the sink. You dab at your cold wet skin and shiver from the exposure to the air. Your bra is slightly damp, but dry enough to keep on. 

You place the faded black tee shirt with a gray skull and skeletons that says black sabbath underneath on. The worn cotton feels warm and dry on your smooth skin. You bring the collar to your nose and smile as you breathe in the scent.

Just like Eddie.

You peel off your socks and jeans. The chafing of the wet raw denim against your skin leaves it smooth and cold. You pat down your legs with the towel and unfold the other garment he gave you. The black and white checkered bottoms appear to be what you can only assume are boxer shorts. 

The thought of wearing them brings a nervous flush to your face. Even though they’re presumably clean, these are the sort of thing that Eddie probably wears as underwear which feels incredibly intimate to wear now, even over your own underwear. 

You take a deep breath in and put them on anyway, not having much of a choice in terms of dry clothing. You look at yourself in the mirror once more. If you would’ve known a month ago that you would be standing in Eddie Munson’s bathroom, wearing his clothing, you might have laughed at the thought, but now, here you are, nervously giddy about it all. 

You move over and drape your wet clothing flat along the bathtub. You gather the towel and use it to wring out and dry off the rest of your hair. When you’re finally satisfied with your appearance, you walk out of the bathroom and slowly pad your way over to Eddie’s room. 

“Eddie,” You softly call out, “I’m done with the bath…room.”

You stop short in the doorway as you see Eddie’s bareback. He’s fixing his hair in the mirror across from the doorway while wearing nothing but flannel pajama pants. 

You’re frozen in place as you see the muscles contract with every movement of his arms. Eddie spots you in the reflection and smiles, gaze lingering at the exposed skin of your legs. You cross one arm across your stomach to grab onto the other arm.

He turns around and walks over to you. Your gaze travels to his smooth chest and soft stomach and all the tattoos that adorn his milky skin in between. 

“Hey sweetheart, are the clothes okay?” He asks as he brings you in for a hug. Your cheek pressed against the surprisingly warm and dry skin of his chest. God does he feel good.

You nod and hum as you nuzzle your cheek against his chest. “Mhm.”

Eddie chuckles and you can feel it vibrate in his body. You pull away slightly and smile up at him.

“You can keep the shirt, you know.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, you’re my girl, you deserve to have my favorite sabbath shirt.”

“Oh,” you whisper with wide eyes, realizing the implications of his words. “Thanks Eddie.”

“You feeling better sweetheart?”

“Mhm,” You nod as Eddie walks past you toward the door way.

“By the way, I used one of the towels from under the sink,” You say, thinking Eddie was going to the bathroom.

“That’s okay,” he replies and shuts the door to his room. 

You gulp. A shiver runs down your spine, but it’s not from the cold. In fact, your skin is ablaze and without looking in the mirror, is presumably red from the way it feels.

“Your uncle let’s you bring girls over? And allows you to be alone with them in your room? With the door closed?” You ask as Eddie opens the doors to his closet and searches through it.

“Uh, yeah, I guess. When you put it like that.”

You don't want to state the obvious, but dear god is it astounding to you that something like this is happening. That something like this is possible for other people because there is no way in hell anything like this could transpire under your parent’s roof.

A loud clap of thunder fills the air and you jump slightly from the noise. Eddie looks over at you and you press your lips together to force a smile. 

He walks over to you and places his hands on you shoulders. The sight of his damp hair and uncovered skin paired with his proximity is intoxicating. You feel like you can hardly breathe or might pass out. You try to focus instead on his big puppy dog brown eyes.

“You okay?”

You nod. Eddie’s eyes move to the bed next to you. “C’mon.”

He lets go and walks over to the side of the bed. He climbs onto it and you can see the lines of his muscles flexing as he does so. He sits against the bedframe and the skin of his stomach settles into adorable lines.

Your feet are glued to the ground as you observe Eddie. He seems so comfortable. How could anyone be comfortable in the presence of someone of the opposite sex? How could anyone be so comfortable in such an intimate setting?

“C’mere,” Eddie says as he pats the space next to him.

Eddie wants you to be on the bed… with him?

You slowly make your way over, because you do want to be on the bed with him too, but it’s so nerve wracking. You walk to the other side of the bed and stare at it blankly. 

“C’mon,” Eddie coaxes as he peels back the comforter and runs his hand along the sheets.

You gulps and climb onto the bed. You sit down, with your back against the headboard, at a respectable distance from him. You avoid his gaze and close your eyes, taking a deep breath in. You try to calm yourself down and pray that Eddie can’t hear how loud and fast your heart is racing.

“Why are you so far away?” Eddie pouts, outstretching his arms, opening and closing his grabby hands to scoop you up and bring you closer to him. “C’mere.”

You open your eyes and look at him nervously. Your legs drape over his lap and he runs his fingers along your shins.

Eddie just his bottom lip out, “Am I that scary you want to be so far away?”

“No I just—“

“I promise I won’t bite,” Eddie says and leans forward lips inches away from yours, “unless you want me to.”

You gasp and look at his shit eating grin with wide eyes. 

Your lashes flutter rapidly and heat spreads through your chest. You shake your head and run your hand over your face. He’s so close you can smell him. That mixture of musk emanating from his bare skin, cigarette smoke from the nearby ashtray, and mint on his breath is altogether intoxicating.

“I just want to be close to you, is that okay?”

You peek at him between your fingers. Eddie gingerly brushes his fingers along your own and slowly peels them away. He holds them in his own between your laps. 

“Are you okay?”

You look down at your lap. Your brows furrowed in concentration. How do you tell someone that their presence makes you nervous? How do you reconcile the fact that you want to touch someone so badly but feel some unknown force won’t let you.

“Yeah,” You reply.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” you say in a high pitch, “Um just nervous I guess.”

“Nervous? Why's that?”

You look up at him and cocks a brow. You flicker your eyes up and down his torso. You wave your hand and look around the room, “I mean look at us.”

Eddie raises a brow, “What about it?”

“I know this might be normal for you but this is not normal for me.”

“I know, but you’re doing so well.” Eddys ducks his head down slightly and peers up at her. She looks into his precious pleading brown eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that,” You wave a hand in front of his face.

“Like what?” He smugly grins.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about! You’re doing it right now!”

“I really don’t Y/N”

You huffs, “You know the look Eddie. The soft dazzling eyes. The pouty expressive lips.”

Eddie smirks and you scowl.

“You know why I do it?” Eddie leans closer

You jerk your head back slightly and look at him in confusion.

“I do it because I know how much you like it.”

You scoff, “What? Who says I like any of it? You must be out of your mind Munson.”

You press your pointer finger to his forehead to push it away, but Eddie grabs your hand by the wrist and turns it so your palm faces you. He brings your hand to your chest right above your heart.

“Oh yeah? Then what else could be making your heart beat like that?”

You’re frozen in Eddie’s touch. How could he possibly know?

“What else could bring such an adorable pink flush to those sweet little cheeks,” he says as he cups your face. 

You smile at the touch, flustered by his observation but touched by his care.

You look up at him and he’s looking down at you with adoration. 

“What’s going on princess,” he whispers as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.” He asks as his hand drops down to your waist. He rubs circles with his thumb over the fabric of your new shirt.

You furrow your brows in concentration, figuring out the right thing to say. 

“I…I like being here with you. And being like this,” You gesture towards your intertwined ligaments, “It’s just really new for me though. It can be a lot to handle sometimes.”

“That’s okay. Whatever you’re comfortable with, we can do that. Just say the word and I’ll do anything you ask.”

You gaze into his eyes and see a deep sincerity. 

“That means if you want me close,” He leans so far forward that your foreheads and noses touch but both your eyes are open so his look like they merge into one and the sight makes you giggle, “Then I can be close.”

He pulls away and leans dramatically backward. In a silly voice he says, “And if you want me far I can be far away.”

You lean over and grab him by the shoulders, pulling him back to you. You smile as you look into his eyes and whisper, “Close… I want you close.”

He shifts his torso to face you, “Yeah? How close?”

He presses his weight onto one hand and uses his upper body strength to climb on top of you. You shift your body down the mattress so you lie down with your head resting on the pillow.

His body hovers above you, arms fully outstretched and locked as if he were about to do a pushup. “This close?”

“Closer,” you giggle.

He leans forward a few inches. “This close?”

“Closer,” you whisper.

And suddenly, like a switch flipped on, you need Eddie. You need every inch of his skin to be touching every inch of your skin. You need the weight of his body on yours. You need your fingers to comb through the waves of that luscious head of hair. You need… Eddie’s lips on yours. And you need it right now.

“Like this?” Eddie asks, this time, close enough that his lips brush yours with every word he speaks. 

He’s far enough away that you can still look at him and lock eyes with him. 

“Closer,” you whisper before fluttering your eyelids close and letting Eddie close the distance between you. He leans down and presses the weight of his body against yours. He brushes a gentle kiss to your lips. The pressure is light letting you relish in the pillow softness of his lips. 

He pulls away and goes back in for another kiss, this time with more pressure. Your hands crawl up to the sides of his head, fingers combing through his hair. 

“More,” you whisper against his lips. 

“Hm?” he pulls back and looks at you for confirmation. 

Your fingers move down to the base of his throat. “I want more. I’m… I’m ready for more Eddie.”

Hunger takes over those big brown eyes you love, till it’s nothing but pupils blown out with lust. 

“Ask and you shall receive princess,” Eddie whispers with a cocky grin before leaning down again.

He presses his lips against yours and he begins to move his lips. Instinctively, you move your lips against his. You let your lips explore his till their movement settles in on a perfect rhythm. 

You bring your chest up to meet his and return your fingers to their rightful place between tufts of his hair. You pull lightly at the scalp, eliciting a groan from Eddie which vibrates its way into your own mouth. The sensation makes you let out a small gasp. 

Eddie chuckles at the sound, admiring the way you’re enjoying yourself. He uses one hand to feel against your skin. He places his hand along your waist, squeezing it as he brings it closer to his own. You moan into the kiss and Eddie smiles.

“You like that?” Eddie asks between kisses.

“Mhm,” is the best response you’re capable of.

Once you’re at a comfortable pace, Eddie kicks things up a notch and starts swiping his tongue along your bottom lip. You gasp as the unexpected sensation, and Eddie uses the moment to gain entrance to your mouth. You imitate his movements and move your lips and tongue to explore his. 

“God you taste so good,” You whine along his lips. Eddie smirks and deepens the kiss. Your lips become a game of touch and go, heat emanating from your skin. His touch is needy and fervent and yours is hungry and demanding. 

But then Eddie begins to slow down the pace and you’re slightly confused. The confusion continues when Eddie pulls away. You whimper at the loss of contact till you feel it replaced by the touch of his lips along the skin of your cheek, then your jaw, and finally along your neck.

Eddie places sloppy kisses along your neck. His lips go down in an open mouthed kiss along your throat. He presses more kisses in various spots till a certain one elicits a particularly loud gasp from your throat. 

You look at Eddie, chest heaving at your breathlessness. He smiles determinedly before returning back to that same place and putting another open-mouthed kiss along it. A moan threatens to bubble up in your throat, but you push it down. 

“Wanna hear you,” Eddie mumbles along your skin before he begins nipping at the sensitive spot. He licks a stripe and begins sucking at the spot. 

You faintly gasp, picking up on what he’s doing.

“Eddie,” you breathlessly call out. He hums along your skin in acknowledgment. 

“Are you giving me a hickey?”

He looks up at you, eyes glossy and in a daze, “Yeah, if that’s okay?”

“It feels good, but what if someone sees it?”

Eddie presses a light kiss to the spot on your neck that hasn’t been touched enough for a bruise to form yet. 

“That’s kinda the point baby. Want everyone to know who you belong to.” Eddie leans forward and presses a kiss to your lips. 

“No, I mean like, what if my parents see. I can’t exactly hide it when it's all the way up here,” you point to the area on your neck. 

“Guess I’ll just have to choose some more prime real estate,” he teases. 

He kisses you and you two make out for a little while longer before Eddie asks if he can take off your shirt. When you let him, you feel like something shifts. Like he’s not just seeing a new side of you, but you're seeing a new side of him too and even a new side of yourself.

The feeling of his skin on yours is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It feels so perfect to be touching him in this way. And while you’ve never gotten a hickey before, you feel somewhat proud and excited at having many to wake up to on your chest tomorrow morning. You’ll just need to make sure to wear a high collared top at home. 

You spent the rest of the afternoon and evening making out with Eddie. At a certain point, the rain slows down and you don’t even register that Wayne has gone till you go out to the living room and call to order a pizza. 

You and Eddie hang out on the couch and watch a scary movie as the sun sets. You lay down on him, with a blanket draped over your bodies. You kiss him at any and all random moments. You’re thrilled at the fact that you can now kiss Eddie Munson at any moment you desire which now feels like every waking second.  

After the pizza arrives and you’ve downed the majority of the box, saving a few slices for Wayne, you go back to his room to mess around even more. Despite being nervous before, you were glad you took the leap of faith and went to that next level with Eddie.

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Eddie Diaz x Daughter!reader - so much time

Hi, now I can try my request again. 😉 So, do you think you can write about Eddie's daughter? She thinks her father only takes care of her little brother Christopher. Keyword: distance father-daughter... Until one day she needs Eddie's help... Thanks ☺️ - Anon 💜

Tossing your jacket on, you walked through the living room and leant down, kissing your brothers head.

“See you later bud.”

“You’re leaving?” He asked.

You nodded your head.

“Got plans sorry Chris, am sure you and dad will have fun though.”

You headed to the door and pulled your shoes on, double checking your phone as you grabbed your keys.

“You’re really not coming with us?” Eddie asked.

Looking up at your dad, you pocketed your keys and phone.

“Got plans.”

With that you left and you made your way to the mall to meet your friends.

You guys wondered in and out of shops, and you were standing by one of the food places sipping the drink in your cup as you watched your friends messing around.

Laughing, you shook your head and nudged your other friend.

“Stop them before they get hurt Ryan.”

“Alright, alright.” He laughed.

He walked over to pull the other two boys apart and you heard your phone chime, so you pulled it out to read the message.

Dad: there’s plenty of food if you want to swing by the station.

Rolling your eyes, you typed your reply.

You: no.

Pocketing your phone again, you looked up at the three boys standing in front of you with their arms crossed.

“You’re dad?” Tom asked.

You nodded.

“Forget it, you don’t need him. You got us!” Kyle grinned.

Laughing you walked over and they surrounded you as you all began to wonder once more, just heading in and out of shops.

You had been invited to the meal at the 118 along with your dad and brother but you didn’t see the point in going.

It wasn’t like he was going to miss you anyways, he hardly noticed you were there as it was so you didn’t bother putting effort into someone that wasn’t going to put the effort in with you, regardless if it was your own father or not.

You preferred going out with the guys, they were like your brothers at this point and they did everything with you, they took you to movies and dinners, played games with you and helped you with homework.

They did everything your dad should’ve been doing.

The day was going great, you were standing on by the railing, waving to your friends who were racing up the escalators.

The following week, you skipped another invitation to go to the 118 and instead you and all your friends from school went to a small lake to go ice skating.

“Is this even safe?” You laughed.

“Yeah! Come on it’s frozen solid!” Clara laughed.

Laughing with you, you stepped on to the ice taking her hands in yours and you began to skate around with them.

The boys played hockey, and the girls just skated around, sometimes cutting through the game to annoy the boys.

You skated around, and you stopped when someone called your name.

“Your dads calling you!” Tom called.

“Oh… I guess bring my phone here?”

You went to move by when you did something went wrong.

You heard a loud crack and you slowly looked down.

“No! No!”

Tom quickly stopped and looked at you, and you stared at the cracked ice before looking at him.

“It’s cracking…” you whispered.

“What do we do!?” He yelled.

“Answer the phone! Tell me dad!”

You didn’t know who else to call, your dad was calling you now and it was the fastest way to get help, so Tom did

Eddie nearly dropped his phone and he jumped up.

“Eddie?” Bobby asked.

“My daughters on a frozen lake and it’s cracking!”

“Let’s go!” Bobby barked.

The whole crew rolled out, trying to get there as fast as possible and all your friends were stood nearby, trying to keep you calm.

Tears ran down your face, and the ice slowly kept cracking.

“Hey! Hey they’re here!” Someone yelled.

You all turned to the edge of the ice where the firefighters were slowly making their way across, your dad faster than anyone.

He stopped a few feet in front of you and he scanned the ice.

“Alright, okay hold on, okay? We’re going to help you, I promise.”

You breathed heavily.

“I’m scared…”

“I know… I know… just hang in there.”

You slowly nodded your head and they tried to figure out how the were going to help you.

Bobby stepped forward.

“I need you to lay on your stomach for me okay, nice and easy.”

“I can’t…”

“(Y/N), look at me, look at me.”

You looked at your dad, and he slowly lowered himself to his stomach.

“Just like that okay? It’s going to be okay I promise you.”

“I can’t dad…”

“You can okay? I know you can.”

You slowly lowered yourself down, getting in your knees then you laid on your stomach and the ice cracked a little more.

“Your dad is going to slowly come over, when you can reach his hand we need you to grab it alright?” Hen asked.

You nodded your head.

Eddie slowly began to move forward, and when he was close enough he reached out his hand and you hesitated, staring at it.

“Trust me…” he whispered.

Slowly you reached out, your fingers wrapping around his wrist and he did the same, and in one smooth motion his team grabbed him and hauled him back away from the cracked ice.

Everyone was quickly ushered from the ice, and you and Eddie were the last two to leave and you were trembling.

“(Y/N)!”

Your friends all surrounded you, hugging you tightly and comforting you.

“Hey can we give you a quick check?” Chim asked.

You nodded and pushed through your friends to sit at the back of the ambulance while Hen and Chim gave you a check over.

Eddie stood nearby, leaning against the fire truck as he watched.

“You’re all good, though you lot should probably all put on jackets.” Hen said.

There was a chorus’ of no amount all the teenagers making everyone laugh.

You looked at your friends then looked at your dad and you stood up, walking over to him.

“Thank you…”

Reached out, you gave him an unsure hug.

Eddie immediately hugged you back, holding you tightly as he took a deep breathe and you hugged him back just as tight.

You had spent so much time avoiding him and not doing anything with him because you felt he didn’t care, you didn’t know how much you really needed a hug from him.

And Eddie didn’t realise how much you had grown.

He’d spent so much time worrying about Christopher and looking after him, somewhere along the lines you had grown up.

And he realised he had been missing so much with you

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Eddie The Freak Munson (Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader)

Summary: Eddie becomes your new dealer. You don’t like him or the fact that he’s friends with your half brother or the fact that he’s started dealing for Chrissy Cunningham. But you still can’t get enough of him.

Warnings: NSFW, drugs, pot, drug dealing, oral(m&f), unprotected sex, car sex, this is really off with the canon st plot line so just ignore it<3 also we save Eddie from being considered a murder so go us and our pussy power!

Part two

“Hey.” You turn your head to see Eddie Munson walking towards you.

“Hi.” You reply. The man slams the metal lunch box he is holding on the hood of your car as he stops in front of you.

“How are you doing tonight, m’lady.” 

“Fine, yourself?”

“I’m doing a drug deal, with Y/n Henderson. I’m doing great.” You throw him a sarcastic smile. 

“The only reason I’m here is cause my guy ran and skipped town. You’re not my first choice trust me.”

“Ouch.” Eddie says as he pretend like you stabbed him in the heart. You cross your arms over your chest and roll your eyes. 

“How much can I get for 15?” You ask.

“Usually I do 20 for half ounce but I’m gonna gonna give you the pretty girl discount.” 

“Oh gee I bet you just say that to all the girls.” You smirk he hands you the bag and you hand him the cash. “Thanks, I’ll let you know if I need more.”

“I look forward to it, sweetheart.” 

You get into your car and lock the doors. You watch Eddie get into his own car and then hear loud music, leaving the parking lot in a haste. You don’t even realize you’re flustered from him before you’re alone in silence. Eddie Munson, freaking you out and getting you nervous? God you had not smoked in 2 weeks you must be going insane. You really hoped you would be able to find another dealer before you ran out again but secretly you knew that wouldn't be the last. 

-

“Fuck Ed-Eddie go faster.” You whine into the air as you gripped Eddie’s shoulder harder. His long fingers move at a sloppy and quick pace.

“Your wish is my command sweetheart.” Ed replies before he curls his fingers inside you at a heavenly angle. You’re truly in heaven. You’re fucked out in the backseat of his van, your legs spread like a whore. You don’t know how you ended up here, but you always do with Eddie.

After your first deal with him you couldn’t bother finding someone else. He was easy to contact and get shit from. You just stuck with him. And now after about your 3rd time meeting with him your primal needs over took you as you ended up in the backseat of his car after talking to him for hours about pointless shit.  

“God you feel so fucking good on my fingers. Such a dirty girl letting the freak finger her in the bad of a van.” It seemed like since the last two weeks of the summer, ever dealing session you had with Eddie ended with him either finger banging you or sucking him off. And if you were being honest you couldn’t complain. To much surprise, Eddie was a god with his fingers and had a huge dick. And you couldn't get yourself to stop seeing him or buying his pot. 

-

You watched as Dustin sat with his friends at a random lunch table. You were always protective over him as he was used to being lightly bullied and seen as a nerd. But he did have his friends who cared for him a lot so you figured he would be fine in high school. 

That was until you saw Dustin walking to your car wearing a Hellfire Club shirt that you knew all too well. Dustin was a good kid but who knows what he would do to impress someone like Eddie. To show his worth. Fuck Dustin needs to stop befriending 18 plus year olds. 

“What the hell are you wearing?” You questioned as he walked into your car. 

“Oh it’s this D&D club at school! Isn't that cool that there is one?”

“Yeah super cool.” You grit through your teeth, he seemed so excited you didn't wanna kill his buzz.

“And the like president of the club is like this super cool guy who hasn't graduated for years, he’s like a triple senior. His name is Eddie Munson. Have you heard of him?”

“Being a senior for 3 years in a row isn't cool, Dust.” You say as calm as you can. “And yes I have heard of him. Pretty sure he’s been a senior almost every year I've attended there.”

“I know, I know. But he’s really nice, he kind of recruited me, Mike and Lucas. Isn’t that cool? We have older friends now.”

“That’s great Dustin. Just leave don’t turn into one of those guys.”

“I would never.” Dustin says with a smile and you just smile back, gripping the steering wheel.

-

Now you believe Eddie’s doing it on purpose. Without even realizing how much it annoyed you. Causing a scene every lunch period with your brother and his friends. Being loud and rambunctious with your brother and his friends in the hallways. And you wanna just ignore it and walk away but you can’t. Your eyes are glued to his form. Especially when he’s with your brother.

Eddie is sweet to him. He’s sweet to all of them. And it makes your heart throb as well as wanting to rot.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. The thought of Dustin becoming a mini Eddie was haunting your every waking thought. At lunch you saw Munson sitting with his usual friends. You walked past the table, making eye contact with Eddie. This was your signature move to him to show that you wanted to speak. He excused himself from his friends and followed you into the hallway. When he was outside the lunchroom he looked around for you but couldn't find you. Out of nowhere you grabbed his arm and pulled him into the dark hallway next to the cafeteria. 

“What the hell are you doing with my brother, Munson?”

“Henderson, or should I start calling you y/n, since your little bro has been downgraded to Henderson.” 

“We are not on a first name basis Munson.” You grit through your teeth.

“What are you talking about. I am on a first name basis with all my best customers.”

“Shut up. Stop trying to indoctrinate and recruit my brother for your little cult.”

“I kinda like it yknow? Haven’t stared at me like that in public in a long time right sweetheart? Bet you love staring at me and my beautiful face.”

“Shut up. What I want is for you to not turn him into a triple senior, drug selling freak like you. Got it? Slow down in trying to build up your freak show.”

“Slow down? Slow down? That’s not what you were telling me last week at our last meetup, now was it sweetheart. What was it? As I recall you kept telling me ‘Ed, Ed faster, faster.’”He says mimicking your voice and face.

“I told you to never mention that in public! Especially around your weird friends.”

“What are you worried you might also be considered a freak?”

“Shut up, you know I don’t mean that. You’re a practically normal person.” You smile at him sinisterly. “Back off my brother. Don’t need him turned into your drug mull.”

“You know I never thought about that. Using my freshmen as drugs mulls. Maybe Dustin could deliver your drugs for me. I mean it is much more practical.”

“Oh please you would miss your little back seat adventures with me too much.” You move closer to him so he can smell the perfume on your body and his breath slightly hitches as you place one of your arms on his forearm, “Wouldn’t you?” He looks around almost at defeat. “Bye Munson.” You say before rubbing his forearm up and down. You can feel the goosebumps form. You turn to walk away but Eddie grabs your hand too quickly. He pulls you into him and you fall into his chest.

“You know, you shouldn’t tease me.” He says moving a piece of hair out of your face.

“What are you gonna do about it Munson.” You rip away from him body. “Be nice to my brother or else.” You say stomping away. 

“Still got our deal tomorrow at 8?” He says cockily and you flip him the bird as you walk away. You both know that gesture means yes. 

-

You pulled into the trailer that belonged to Eddie. You walk up and knocked on the door. It takes Eddie a few minutes to open the door and when he does he has a cocky smile on his face. 

“Hey Munson.” You say as he moves away from the door to allow you in. 

“Hey Y/n.” He playfully replies. Even though he’s been calling you by your first name for months now it still leaves butterflies in your stomach. 

“You know I skipped out on another client to be here.” Eddie boasts as you turn to see him.

“Oh and who's that?” You say crossing your arms over your chest.

“None other than queen of Hawkins herself! Chrissy Cunningham.” He nearly yells and you laugh at his surge of energy.

“Chrissy Cunningham is doing drugs. Yeah right.” You shake your head.

“Yeah she asked for like some harder stuff.” He says shifting through the drawers on a nearby cabinet. 

“You’re gonna deal that poor girl cocaine?” 

“Yeah she probably needs it dealing with that psycho boyfriend of hers.” He says standing up before handing you the usual amount of pot he gives you.“Alright 20 for half ounce today.” You furrow your eyebrows. 

“20? It’s been 15 for the past 3 months.” He shrugs it off but you're still pissed, and you know he didn’t charge that cheerleader this much. “How much did you charge her for.”

“Who?” 

“Cunningham.”

“15.” 

“Then why is it 20 for me when you're offering her 15. God you are just trying to piss me off this week. First my brother and now this?” You glare at him.

“Y/n its 5 dollars I think you can afford it.” You stay silent at his comment. You feel stupid arguing about this with him but it is bothering you. Why is she getting the discounted rate? What’s so special about her? Eddie is way too smart to not put together the pieces either. 

“This isn't about the discounted rate now is it?” He says in an animated voice, almost mocking you, “Is my precious y/n jealous of the other girls I deal to.” He says moving his hand to your chin to caress it.  “Ugh you wish.” You say pushing away his hand. You don’t move away from him though, his body is sticking straight up to yours. His hand with his rings start to caress your thighs, running the slim limbs up and down the soft plush of them. He moves his head to the side of your neck so his breathe is tickling your skin. You gulp as goosebumps form on your body. 

“Cmon you know you are the only one I give my very very special deal to.” You look at him with the most dazed expression he’s ever seen on you. Your lips are parted and your eyes are dilated. You don't even know how his light touches have such a colossal effect on you but they do. It's the worst. It’s hell. But god you want him so bad.

One of his hands moves down to your waist and his other one reaches up to hold your face. You're not one for light touches you want to be touched with fire and passion not shy lightness. You move your arms to wrap around Eddie’s and smash his lips into yours. He kisses you back greedily.

“God I hate you Munson.” He chuckles at your words and starting to walk you back until you reach the hallway his bedroom is in. He grabs your hand and guides you into his room. 

“M’lady deserves to be worshiped in a real bed.” He says in a loud obnoxious voice as he gestures you towards his twin bed. You roll your eyes but smile slightly rolling your tongue over your teeth. You go to sit on the bed and Eddie follows quickly behind you. He lays you on your back as he hovers above you. 

“Shut up and fuck me, Munson.” He tilts his head above you. You grab onto his hair and pull him into you, kissing him with a force. His hands move to your waist and begin to dig into your skin. You know there are gonna be marks of his rings on your plush skin tomorrow. 

You’re desperate for him. You grab onto his vest and jacket and slowly push it off his body as your kissing continues you. You sit up to pull your shirt off and he follows your lead. You also unclip your bra and toss it across the room. The minute your tits are exposed, Eddie’s greedy fingers move up from your waist to your already stiff nipples. They’re sensitive. The nimble tips of his fingers begin to circle the bud before he breaks the kiss he has with you. He moves his head down so he can attach his mouth to your left nipple. You throw your head back as his tongue flicks your bud around his mouth. 

“Fuck Ed-” You say craning your neck to look down at him. His eyes flick up at you as he notices you staring at him. The sight in front of you is enough to make you come. Eddie looking up at you with doe eyes while sucking on your tit is a sinful sight but you're grateful you’re seeing it. His eyes are mesmerizing. Large soft brown orbs focusing on you and your pleasure. You see him move his hand that was on your right tit, to readjust his jeans and the hard on that is begging to be touching. You lightly tug his hair as a sign to let him know to release your nipple. 

You move from underneath him and he then rests on his back, watching you like he’s in a haze not knowing what your next move may be. Your hand moves down to the strain in his pants, lightly petting it. He groans at the friction that is placed on his aching cock. You play with the button of his jeans until it’s undone and your fingers play with the zipper. Once it’s down you move your cold hand to touch the bulge in his boxers. This time he lets out a louder moan as you’re closer and closer to touching him raw. 

“Please touch me, just touch me.” You turn your head to him and pout. You grab the top of his jeans and pull them down past his legs. You then do the same thing with his boxers, however as his dick springs out you don’t touch it. You just let it stand there, throbbing and ready for someone to give it attention. Eddie has the back of his hand resting against his forehead and his other hand twitches, debating either he should touch it himself or not. “Please y/n, just do anything.” You move closer to his large member and place your tongue on the base. You slowly drag your tongue up it until you reach the head. You then place your mouth around his aching head and start bobbing your head. With what you can't fit into your mouth you jerk off with your hand. 

Now it’s Eddie’s turn to throw his head back against the pillows. He involuntarily lifts his hips up but cradles your head after as a form of apology. He lets out little whines and groans as his dick is starting to hit the back of your throat. You start to suck in your cheeks and Eddie grabs the sheets. 

“Y/n, y/n please I’m not ready to come yet.” You bob your head a few more times before you pop him out of your mouth. You jerk him off a few more times before you move up to where he’s sitting on the bed. He pulls you into his mouth for another hot and wet kiss before he breaks it again. He is now the one playing with the zipper of your pants, unzipping it at an antagonizing pace. You loose patience as you start to quickly pull down your pants until you’re left in your cotton panties with a little pink bow in the front. Eddie’s fingers start to play with you above the fabric. He looks down at your covered cunt then back to you, who was already looking at him. His fingers slowly circle your clit. He moves his hand from the fabric to your stomach and starts to slide them beneath the cotton. His raw cold fingers lightly touch your clit but your body is jerking up at the touch. He then moves them further down to collect the wetness that has been pooling in your pants since you entered his trailer. He moves his mouth to your ear.

“Tell me how much you want your pussy licked sweetheart.” God you couldn’t speak. No man you've ever been with was like this. No one was as perfect as Eddie. “Awe I guess she doesn't want me to suck on her little clit.” His words catch you by surprise but you then act on his words.

“No, no Eddie. Please, please, please lick me. I need it. I need you.” You beg against his neck. You feel him grin and then begins to move down onto the bed where you were minutes ago. His lips are centimeters away from your pussy and his fingers start to move the fabric to the side. He dips his tongue into the mess of your cunt. Immediately the tip of his tongue touches your clit and you’re moaning out while grabbing onto his hair for stability. He’s drooling against your cunt at the taste that is exploding on his tongue. 

“Fuck you taste so good.” He mumbles against your cunt. You groan happily as he continues his tasting of your cunt. His tongue moves between flicking your clit over and over again and giving it long licks. With each lick to your clit your body spasms with pleasure, building up a knot in your stomach that you’re certain with burst at any second. He then moves his right hand that has the rings on them up to your sopping entrance and starts to slide his pointer and middle finger in. The coldness of the metal sends shocks through your body. starts roughly fucking you on his fingers and your body is in heaven. You know you're gonna come soon and you grip Eddie’s forearm to signal to him that you are. He doesn’t stop his movements, this only encourages him to pound into your cunt faster and faster until the twig gets tighter and tighter before you grip his hair and lift your hips up with a jolt and you moan out loudly. 

Eddie pulls back and he looks to see his good work. Your chest is heaving up and down as you try to recover from the intense orgasm you just experienced. Eddie looks proud of himself as he moves back up to you with a cocky smile and his hand of your waist, already trying to be more of his fix. 

“You look so hot when you come on my fingers. Every time, it’s priceless.” You shake your head at him playfully. You know he's giving you a few more minutes to cool down but you don’t need it. You just need him. You connect his lips with yours again. He starts to move so he is hovering above you again. You feel his hard cock against your leg, silently begging you to let him fuck you. 

“Please Eddie, please fuck me.” You moan against his lips and he nods his head hastily.

He lines himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushes himself in causing both of you to gasp. He grabs onto your waist for stability as he continues to push himself until he’s bottoming out. Once he’s fully in you he starts to move his body with a slow rhythm as you wrap your legs around his torso. 

“Ed-Ed.” You manage to strangle out against the feeling of pure pleasure that is running through your body. He follows your lead by also letting out a spring of curses and your name in quiet pants. 

“Such a slut. You like getting fucked in an old dirty trailer don’t you?”

“Fuck Ed, yes” He also adds as he begins to pick up the pace of his fucking. You look at him. His face is fucked out as his eyes are closed in pleasure. His hair is a little sweaty as his hair sticks to his forehead. And he’s still wearing his stupid club shirt. He’s truly never looked hotter.

“You like getting fucked by the school freak don’t you.” You turn to him and shake your head.

“You’re not a freak ok Munson?” He grins at your loss to the battle.

“You think I want any other girl than you? Could never forget about this pussy. Could never get me to stop fucking your pretty pussy sweetheart.” His words are flustering your mind, sending you further and further down a pit of pleasure. How can this man be real? And fucking you so good?

He’s hitting every right stop inside of you until the knot of pleasure begins to slowly untie again. His pace don’t let up when he’s growing closer though. They don’t become sloppy or disorganized, they become stronger and faster. Like he’s trying to get himself and you closer to orgasm faster than anticipated and it feels so good. You then feel yourself clench around him, coming from the insane pleasure.

“God gonna come, where do you want me to come.” He says in response to the tight clench of your cunt. 

“Chest.” You’re barely able to get out after coming down the waves of your high. He pulls out suddenly and then starts jerking himself off at a quick pace. He still his moments and then throws his head back as you feel a warm sticky substance drip onto your tits. Eddie stays where he is on his knees for a second to catch his breath. He then takes off his shirt and starts to clean you off.

“Charming.” You snicker at his t-shirt being the item he decided to clean you off with. 

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[justmeinadaze]

We're A Family Part 23 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Dads Steddie/ Fem mom reader, SMUT, all the regular smut that comes with these three. ANGST, for me this is soft angst lol I said what I said. They run into the guys ex and Eddie deals with his emotions regarding her and the things she's said in the past, Ro struggles with the thought of her brother going away to college so the parents have to handle that. FLUFF, they love each other and their kids <3

Word Count: 3687

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 Low whimpering and soft movements shook you from sleep as you rolled over to a sight you had seen many mornings in the past. Eddie was on top of Steve slowly riding him as the other boy softly smiled up at his blissed out face while languidly stroking his cock. You always wanted them to feel comfortable so you laid there quietly as you watched them like a work of art. 

“There you go, baby.”, Steve whispered. “Fuck, you take me so well.”

Threading his fingers in his husband’s hair, he pulled his lips to his own as Eddie panted against them. 

“Harder, Steve. Please.”

“Yeah? Is that you need, honey? I can do that for you.”

His large palms slide down the man’s back and grip his hips, thrusting up to meet his movements while he continued to bounce and roll his own waist above him. 

Both men smirked when they heard you heavily sigh, knowing you were awake.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

“I bet it is.”, you tease as he bites his bottom lip. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No interruption.”, Steve replies in his husky morning tone that you assume is what got the metalhead riled up. 

Lifting the boy from him, he turns Eddie to face you on his side as he wraps his arms around him, spooning him from behind as he slides back into his entrance and thrusts his hips at a steady but firm pace. 

After softly kissing your lips, the long-haired man rested his forehead on yours as he guided his fingers under your panties and through your core. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.”

Placing your palm over his own, you cling to him as he pushes his middle and ring fingers into your center, groaning when they clench around him at the sound of Steve’s heavy, strangled moans. 

“God, just like that, Steve. Shit.”, Eddie grunted as his hand matched the other boy’s rhythm.

“Oh, Eddie…”, you moan as his digits rapidly abuse your g-spot.

Taking ahold of his husband’s throat, Steve tilted his head back, kissing and nibbling on the man’s sweet spot as he thrust his release inside of him. While pumping Eddie’s cock with his hand, the metalhead folded into him as he came, trying to still focus on you as you guided his movements till your own release followed soon after. 

You watched with heavy eyes as they continued to softly kiss each other before pulling you closer to do the same. 

***

“Good job, Dylan!”, Steve cheered as his son hit the final homerun that ended the game with his school winning. You beamed as James clapped his tiny hands while Aurora danced in front of Eddie shouting her brother’s name in excitement. 

After the obligatory high fives to the other team and everyone congratulating him, your daughter ran down the bleachers meeting Dylan halfway and tackling him with a big hug as he lifted her off her feet.

“That was amazing, baby.”, you praise as he flashes you a big smile.

“Thanks, mom. Hey, Noah invited me to lunch but I told him I was hanging out with you guys today and I would ask if I could come over for dinner.”

“Is that a long-winded way of saying you want to spend the night with Noah?”, Eddie jokes making his son laugh as he nods.

“I’m fine with that, my love.”, you smile as you tilt up to kiss his cheek.

“Oh my god. Is that Edward Munson and Steven Harrington in front of me?”

The three of you recognized the female voice immediately as you froze in place by your car. Steve exhaled loudly as he turned first, coming face to face with their ex. 

“Hello Emily. Always a pleasure to see you.”

“Oh wow. Look at everyone in your family!”, she coos, her voice making you visibly cringe. “Is this the little boy I met before?!”

“Um, hi. I’m Dylan.” He extends his hand politely for her to shake making her giggle a bit too excitedly. 

“I don’t know if you remember me. I saw you at your talent show in elementary. My niece was the young lady who danced.”

“Ooooh yeah. I remember you a bit.”

“That’s actually why we are here now. She goes to the school you just slaughtered.”

“Well, Emily, it’s been great catching up. We’re just going to—”

Aurora cuts off her father as she wiggles out of her brother’s embrace and extends her own tiny palm to the lady in front of her. 

“Hello! I’m Aurora Munson-Harrington. It’s nice to meet you.”, she introduces with her big trademark smile. Before Emily can return the salutations, however, Eddie hastily lifted her in his arms, holding her away from his ex.

“Don’t touch my daughter.”

“Dylan, baby, why don’t you take Ro and James and get them buckled in, alright?”

Nodding, he grabbed the baby from your arms and tried to do the same with his sister but to his surprise his father wouldn’t let her go.

“Honey, it’s alright. Dylan won’t let anything happen to her.”, Steve soothed, comforting the man enough to release her from his hold. Rubbing his back, he tenderly kissed his cheek before turning his attention back to the woman in front of them. 

“I see you didn’t take my advice. I guess I was wrong though, huh. I mean it’s been what… ten years?”

“12.”, you reply with distain ready to leave her behind. 

“Was I also wrong about the genes? I’m guessing the girl came from Ed here? This is also new.”, she snarks as she points between the boys. “You two weren’t fucking when we were together.”

“Hm. Maybe because we didn’t feel comfortable being ourselves with you. Thankfully we found someone better. Come on, guys.”

As Steve tries to guide you both towards your vehicle, Eddie abruptly twists out of his embrace to face his ex. 

“My daughter is perfect. She’s smart, funny, beautiful, and very creative. She loves art and is incredibly kind almost to a fault. She’s not trash and neither was I. You made me feel like I didn’t deserve kids of my own but now I have three. Fuck you, Emily.”

Without waiting for her reply, he spins on his heels and marches towards the car.

***

Steve sighs from his spot on the couch as he watches Eddie lazily strum his guitar. He had been melancholy since everyone had gotten home choosing to remain in his own head for the time being. James was on the floor in front of him fast asleep as he sucked his thumb while you and Dylan were in the kitchen browsing for things online while Aurora nibbled on the rest of her lunch.

“This is a cute little place for you and Daisy. It’s right by the school to.”

“Can we afford it?”

“I don’t see why not as long as you two aren’t scarfing pizza every night.”, you giggle as he lightly shoves your shoulder. Your eyes scan over him taking in the young man before you. He had grown up so much and you still hadn’t dealt with the fact that soon he wouldn’t just be upstairs or in the living room but a few states away. “I’m going to miss you, weirdo.”

His grin grows as he circles his arm around you and kisses your cheek. 

“I’m going to miss you to, mom. I promise I’ll be here every holiday and a couple of weeks in the summer.”

“Where is Dylan going?”, Ro asked as she glanced your way.

“To college, sweetie, remember?”

“Yeah but… he’ll still be in the room next to mine…right?”

“Rara…”, her brother chuckled. “That would be a LONG drive every morning if I lived here. I’m moving in with Daisy to Virginia. I showed you on that map on my phone.”

Your mom Spidey sense began to sound off as her big chocolate eyes met yours before glaring at her brother. 

“Aurora, baby, it’s ok. Like he said, he’s still going to come visit us and—”

“NO! NO, YOU CAN’T LEAVE!”

Both men promptly appeared in the kitchen trying to assess the situation as it unfolded and began to spiral. 

“Ro, I don’t want to leave. I have to go to school—”

“Why do you HAVE to go so far away!?”

“I-I-I…”, he stumbled over his words as eyes pleaded with you guys for help. 

“Aurora, Dylan is moving with Daisy so they can go to school together.”, Steve tried to assist but it just made her huff as she jumped off her chair and slammed her little feet to the ground.

“I hate Daisy! And I hate you, Dylan! You’re mean!”

“Ro…”

Ignoring her brother, she turned and ran up the stairs banging her bedroom door shut for emphasis. 

“I got her.”

“No.”, Steve intercepted as he placed his palm on Eddie’s chest. “I know you’re not 100%. I can handle it.”

“Whatever.”, the metalhead sighed as he headed towards the entry way and threw on his jacket. 

“Hey, what does that mean?”

“It means, whatever, Steven.”

“I’m just trying to help.”

“Yeah, sure. As long as you’re the hero, right?”

“Eddie…” The man tried to reach for his arm to stop him but flinched when his husband pulled away angrily. 

“I can handle my kids. I can handle my parents and I sure as hell could have handled Emily!”

You and Steve watched with equally confused eyes as he matched his daughter’s tantrum, banging loudly out the front door. 

“Wait here, kid, ok?”

Dylan nodded at your instruction as you ran after Steve who promptly trailed frustratingly after the man he loved. 

“Eddie, what the fuck are talking about?! You did handle her today; extremely well in fact.”

“Thanks, Harrington. Glad I got your approval.”, he muttered under his breath, sighing as you skidded in front of him, blocking entry to his van. 

“Baby, you always shut down like this when it comes to her. I know you’re not mad at him or me. Just talk to us, Eddie, please.”

Tenderly, he kisses your forehead before firmly but gently moving you aside as he gets behind the wheel and drives off into the night.

##########

Eddie exhales heavily as he takes a long swig of the beer in his bottle. 

“Nick, another please.”

The man is startled when a hand pats his back and his son throws himself onto the stool beside him. 

“Dylan? How the hell did you get in here?”

“I don’t know if you noticed, dad, but this place isn’t restricted to people under 21 anymore.”, he smiles as he flashes him the big X on the back of his hand signaling he’s underage. “I don’t know if you two know this either but mom hates when you both leave like that when you’re upset. When you come home she’s going to pretend she’s not but…”

“How’s Ro?”

“I don’t know. She still won’t talk to me. Dad’s trying to calm her down but he’s having a bit of a meltdown himself. I mean the only one who’s not upset right now is James.”, the boy chuckles sullenly. “Can I ask what happened? Or does it involve taxes?”

They both laugh at the memory before Eddie leans back in his seat and stares into the void. 

“That woman we saw today… That’s Steve and I’s ex; the one right before your mom. It didn’t end well.” The metalhead told him the story they had told you many years ago after your first encounter with her. Dylan listened intently, absorbing his words and frowning when he told her about Emily never wanting his kids. 

“Fuck her.”, he swore making his father laugh as he spit some of his beer back into its bottle. “I mean come on. You’re a great dad and Aurora is absolutely wonderful.”

“Yeah, she is. You all are.”

“Can I ask why you felt like you needed to leave?”

Eddie sighs as he tries to figure out how to word what he’s feeling. 

“Growing up my parents made me feel like trash you throw away especially when my mom left me with my uncle. When we were dating Emily she made me feel the same. She wanted to throw me away and be with Steve. I, honestly, think you and your mom are the first people to not make me feel garbage you cast aside.”

“And Steve.” The metalhead’s eyes meet Dylan’s as he softly smiles. “Dad would have been that first non-Munson to do that.”

“Yeah…”

“And that makes you feel bad.”

“Jesus Christ, you little therapist. Yes, it makes me feel bad.”, he laughs. “Y/N has always been there and defended me which I love but Steve’s always gone that extra mile you know. Throwing himself on the preverbal sword so to speak. Usually, I just let him do his thing but, I don’t know, I guess Emily just really hurt me and I never really got to tell her to fuck off.”

“Why don’t you tell her now?”

Dylan gestures with his head and his father follows his eyeline just in time to see his ex sauntering their way. 

“I swear to God, like a fucking virus this woman. Nick! I’ll see you later.”, he announces as he throws money on the bar. 

“Hey Eddie. What are you doing out and about? Where’s Steve?”

“Steve is at home with our wife and other 2 kids. He’s spoken for Emily. Let it go.”

“Said the man who gave me shit in a stadium parking lot.”

The metalhead chuckles under his breath as he turns to face her. 

“See the only difference is Steve dumped your ass after you said everything you wanted to say. I never got that luxury. I came home from work and you were gone. I hope you know what you missed out on. All of my kids especially Aurora are amazing and my marriage between Y/N and Steve are way better than I could have ever dreamed. That could have been your life but you were too much of a selfish bitch to care about anyone except yourself.”

As both boys headed towards the parking lot, Emily drunkenly trailed behind. 

“Listen to you taking about marriage like what you have with of them is real.”, she spat. “Because of you, you denied Steve a real marriage with a real family! You’re the selfish one! I loved him, Eddie.”

“No, you didn’t. If you did you never would have asked him to abandon me!”, he growled. “We are best friends and you tried to split us apart. The fact that you thought he would even consider that shows how little you knew about him. Y/N never once tried to separate us and even encouraged our relationship allowing it to grow. I love him, Emily.”

Grabbing his son, he yanked him towards the van tossing him his keys. 

#############

When they got home, the house was quiet with most of the lights turned down except in the kitchen where you and Steve were sitting knocking back small glasses of alcohol you hid in the cabinet for occasions such as this. 

Dylan patted his father comfortingly on the back before running up the stairs to get ready for bed. 

“Eddie.”, you sighed in relief as you got up to hug him. “Are you ok, baby? We were so worried—”

The metalhead’s lips cut you off as he cupped your cheeks and passionately kissed you. 

“I told you once that after Emily, Steve and I thought we couldn’t do the shared partner thing but, sweetheart, I’m so glad we did. Everything we have is because of you. Our kids, this house, our jobs, even Steve and my relationship. You never once made us feel like we had to choose or discouraged it. You allowed us to be ourselves and I fucking love you for that.”

Tilting forward, you kissed him again, continuing to hold him tightly as he addressed his husband.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you. Steve, since I met you, you’ve always gone the extra mile for people you love. Sometimes… it makes me feel bad that you dive headfirst into certain situations allowing yourself to take those bullets for me.”

Coming around the table, Steve wrapped his arms around you both, bringing you to his chest. 

“I lead with my heart and I know it’s a strength and a fault. Eddie, I hope you know I don’t mind taking those so-called bullets. I love you both so much and those kids. I’d do anything for them and you. I hear what you’re saying though. We should have talked to Emily together. I should have talked to you about your parents. I should have asked if you wanted me to talk to Rara instead of just…being the hero.”

You both chuckle at his pronunciation of your daughter’s name before the metalhead lifts you in his arms and carries you to the bedroom. After yanking feverishly at each other’s clothes, you grin as he passionately kisses your lips, groaning into your mouth when he feels Steve between his legs eagerly sucking his cock. 

“That’s it, Steve, baby. Fuck.”

“Oh! I have an idea.”, you jump up eagerly, stumbling slightly as your tipsy legs carry you where you need to go. Eddie breathily laughs before focusing back on the other boy, petting his head as he swirled his tongue along his veins and across the tip making the long-haired boy’s eyes roll. 

Tapping on Steve’s shoulder, he glances your way and smiles at the strap on you have in your hands. Bouncing off the bed, he helps you put it on and watches with eager, lust filled eyes as you climb onto the mattress on your knees, tug on Eddie’s arm, and place him in front of you of you, wrapping your arms around his stomach as he sinks down on to the toy. 

His body folds into yours as you both moan and your lips trail along his back as he begins to bounce against you. Your own glassy eyes find Steve’s and he smiles, kissing your lips before maneuvering himself on all fours in front of Eddie as he waited. 

“Oh my fucking God. You both feel so fucking good.”, the metalhead mewls as he guides himself into the other man’s entrance. Your breath warmed his skin as you thrust your hips as hard as you could allowing the silicone inside him to hit his sensitive spot repeatedly as his own cock was being squeezed almost impossibly tight by Steve’s own warmth inside of him. “Fuck. I love you both so much.”

“Love you…baby.”, you panted.

Taking hold of his shoulder, Eddie brought Steve back to chest circling his arms around him like you had as the man’s palm covered his own while his head fell back. 

“Fuck, Eddie, honey. Just like that. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Right there? I got you, sweetheart.” Quickly covering his mouth, the metalhead clung to the other man as he grunted loudly, ropes of his spend hitting the sheets in front of him. “I know, baby. I know. Jesus, you sound so fucking sexy when you cum.”

His words and Steve’s orgasm put you over the edge as your body trembled against his as the ball dropped and you whimpered into his back. Eddie soon followed, biting into the other boy’s neck as he released his seed into him.

Everyone fell sideways, panting as you tried to catch your breath. 

“Did you know they let minors into The Hideout now?” Throwing your arm over your eyes, you laugh hard as Eddie turns to face you with an equally wide smile, cupping your cheeks to kiss your lips. “Seriously…thank you…for everything.”

After a hastened shower, the three of you curled up in bed, murmuring soft praises and exchanging kisses till you fell asleep in each other’s arms. 

##################

“Hey Ro. You wanna play some basketball with me?”

Purposely ignoring her brother, your daughter folds her arms as she looks in the opposite direction towards the tv. Dylan hangs his head as he scoots slowly towards the kitchen where you were eating your lunch. 

“How long is she going to be mad at me?”

Placing a finger over your lips, you gesture with your eyes towards the living room and he follows your gaze just in time to see Eddie throw himself down next to his daughter.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Watching tv.”

Her father nods as he pretends to stretch and glance towards the backdoor.

“You know it’s a gorgeous day and I think Dylan was going to play outside. Geez, I shouldn’t say ‘play’ like he’s six anymore. When your dad and I first met him we used to play basketball with him in the court right in the middle of the apartment complex. Can’t believe kid is going off to college.”, he sighs.

“I don’t want him to go…”

“I don’t either, baby, but you know what? He promised he would be here for holidays and your birthday. He’s also going to be calling mommy 24/7 because you know how much she loves you guys. Of course, we can go visit him and Daisy.”

Aurora’s bottom lip quivers as she continues to stare ahead.

“Sweetheart, you know he’s going to miss you and James as much as you both miss him. Your siblings and no matter where he is he’s always going to be there for you and love you just like me, mommy, and dada.”

Without saying a word, she jumped off the couch, running towards Dylan who placed the ball on the counter to open his arms and catch her as she jumped into them. After putting her back down on her feet, he took hold of her hand as they both smiled and ran outside to play. 

Eddie grins when he feels you lightly tug his hair, tilting him back so you could kiss his lips. 

“You’re a good man, Edward Munson.”

“Part of that is because of you Y/N Munson-Harrington.”

############

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Royal Pain Part 22

Hey, guys! You know how I said there was still plot to go through? Hehehe...

Corroded Coffin gets the opportunity of a life time.

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***

Eddie had been staring at the phone in his hand for the last twenty minutes in absolute shock.

He typed into the Corroded Coffin group chat: Emergency meeting, meet at the usual in twenty minutes.

The chat instantly blew up, but Eddie refused to answer any of their questions. He went to his room and blew his guitar a kiss. “Sorry, beautiful. I’m not taking you out tonight, but if everything goes to plan, we won’t be in this dump much longer.”

He ran his fingers gently over the strings, smiling at the sound. He dashed out of the apartment, patting his pockets to make sure he had his keys, wallet, and phone.

Eddie was the last to pull up to the garage they rented to practice in as he lived the farthest.

He wiped his hands on his jeans before he hopped out of his van. He paused outside of the door and took a deep breath. He opened the slowly and peaked his head in.

In addition to his band, Eddie wasn’t surprised to see that Mandy and Cecil were there too. He did say it was an emergency and the only reason Gethin wasn’t there was that because he was in Hawkins with their mom for the weekend.

Cecil was a quiet young man with red hair and glasses. He had a cane that he used to help him move around, having had knees that went bad early in his life.

“Right,” Eddie said, again rubbing his hands on his jeans nervously. “So I got a message from Rick at Nightmare Holes about a half hour ago.”

“He’s not firing us, is he?” Brian asked. Cecil squeezed his shoulder.

Eddie held up his hands. “Right right, sorry. Wrong order. Let’s try this again.” He took a deep breath. “I know I used the emergency send up, but it’s not a bad emergency, and it’s not an emergency on Rick’s end either.”

Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

“So who’s good emergency is it?” Jeff asked.

“Well, it’s a bad emergency on Metallica’s part,” Eddie said with a grin. “But it’s good for us.”

“No,” Gareth said. “No fucking way.”

Brian stood up and walked straight up to Eddie and got in his face. “You tell me right now, Edward Lawrence Munson, are we opening for Metallica?”

Eddie pursed his lips to keep at straight face. “I think that rather depends on the consensus of everyone in the band.”

Brian hugged him tightly. “Explain.”

He sat back down to next to Cecil.

“So the band that was supposed to open for Metallica,” Eddie explained, “their bus broke down and it’s going to take three days to fix it. And while they can get the members here in time, they don’t have the time to get all their gear here.”

Suddenly everyone was trying to talk over each other.

Jeff let out a loud piercing whistle. “Shut up and let him finish.”

Eddie cleared his throat and said, “So their manager was calling around all the local metal bars to see if they could recommend a band to sub in for the opener. Rick told him about us and asked if we were free tonight.” He glanced at his watch. “We have twenty minutes to decide before they move on to the next band.”

The room was now deathly quiet and Eddie gulped.

“Right,” Jeff said, “we’ll go around and ask each member of the band for their vote and then if majority says yes, Eddie will call Rick and that we’ll be there. Agreed?”

Everyone nodded.

“I’ll go first,” Eddie said. “I say yes. Of course I do. This has been my dream for years!”

“Brian?” Jeff said after nodding at Eddie’s answer.

Brian twisted his fingers nervously. “I want this as bad as Eddie does. Maybe even more. So, yeah, my answer is yes.” Cecil smiled at him and Brian smiled back.

“Gareth?” Jeff asked.

The youngest of the band was hunched behind his drum kit, making his small frame appear even smaller. “I know that it’s not going to matter, that we’re going to do it anyway. But I don’t want to. I like what we do. I like small crowds, dedicated fans. I know it’s everyone else’s dream. But it’s not mine. I say no.”

Eddie walked over to Gareth and pulled him in a big hug. “That was so brave of you. Thank you for being honest.”

The younger man nodded and squeezed back with all his might.

Jeff cleared his throat. “I want to do it. It was be the chance of a lifetime. A golden opportunity. But I don’t think we’re ready as a band for that type of crowd. Especially since none of our fans are going to be there. The people that are coming tonight expecting this other band and are going to be pretty disappointed when they don’t show.”

Mandy gave his thigh a quick squeeze. “I know I’m not part of the band and really don’t have a say, but I’d like to say something before Jeff casts his vote one way or the other.”

The band nodded. Mandy hadn’t been there since the beginning, but she had been with them the longest. She had seen their up and downs and knew them better than they did.

“I don’t think it’s about not being ready or just liking a dedicated fanbase,” she said gently. “Though I don’t doubt that’s part of it. This could signal the biggest change in your lives full stop. I noticed that Eddie didn’t bring up the money, so I’m assuming it’s a lot.” Eddie nodded. “That’s scary. And I get that. But when I tell you if you don’t do this you’ll regret it, I mean for the rest of your lives.”

Everyone was silent.

“Everyone here likes Metallica,” Mandy continued. “Hell, even I like their music and I am not a not a metal fan. These are your heroes. And you get to be theirs for one night, how epic is that?”

Gareth blinked. “We get to be their heroes?”

Mandy nodded. “Yeah. They’re in a bind. They need an opening act and if you step up, then you’re their hero. You came to their rescue when they needed it. Plus, you’ll get to meet them and not just with a table between you at some signing. Actually meet them.”

Gareth and Jeff exchanged glances. They both nod.

“I change my answer to yes,” Gareth said.

Jeff chewed on his lip for a moment. “Yeah. Okay. Let’s do this.”

Eddie nodded back. “Okay, I’ll give Rick a call.”

He called up the owner of the Nightmare Holes and told them that they would be there and to send over the contract for them to all sign.

Cecil licked his lips. “How much money are we talking about, Ed?”

“Ten thousand,” Eddie said.

Jeff frowned appreciatively. “Not bad for one night’s work.”

“Each.”

They all stare at him not quite comprehending what he just said.

“Each? Each what?” Gareth asked with a furrowed brow.

“Of us,” Eddie clarified. “Ten thousand for each of us.”

“Oh my god,” Brian said, his eyes wide. “Forty thousand dollars for a single night, forty-five minutes of music? That’s insane.”

Eddie shrugged. “The other band was going to get seventy.”

Jeff leaned forward and cocked his head. “Come again?”

“You’re preforming at the biggest venue in Indianapolis, that’s huge crowd,” Eddie explained. “Metallica makes two million. Forty k, is like a drop in the bucket. It is more than a band like us would normally make. About two thousand a concert. But they’re in a bind and are willing to pay a lot.”

Everyone nodded.

“Sound check is in two hours,” he continued. “So we won’t have time to practice. But we’re professionals. We do this shit every weekend. They’ve given us ten VIP tickets to give to loved ones. That’s three tickets for all but one of us. I only have two people I want to invite, so you guys can take the rest.”

Gareth was already on the phone with Gethin. He looked up at Eddie, “He says that he should be able to pick up Wayne on his way out of town.”

God, Eddie loved his friends with every fiber of his being. He just nodded, suddenly overcome with emotion.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket knowing that this was going to be a hard sell. The shop closed at eight and the concert started at seven. He let out a shuddered breath and hit Steve’s contact.

“Hey, honey,” he whispered when Steve picked up. “Is this a bad time?”

“Not at, sunshine,” Steve said brightly. “I just finished up with a client. What’s up?”

“You know that Metallica concert tonight?” Eddie asked, struggling to get the words out.

“Sure!” Steve said. “Dustin and his friends were going.”

Eddie closed his eyes, and pressed his finger and thumb into the lids. “Yeah? You thinking of going?”

“Not really,” Steve said. “It’s sold out, and I figured since I had to work it wasn’t really a big deal.”

“What if I told you I had two tickets to go see them tonight, VIP?” he asked, his lip beginning to quiver. He started to pace back and forth.

“You want me to go with you?” Steve asked slowly, unsure where this was going. “I figured you would take Jeff first before asking me, love. He loves that band.”

Eddie huffed out a watery laugh, chewing on the edge of his thumb. “That’s sweet, baby. No, he’s already going to be there.”

“Oh cool,” Steve said. “I’ll see if I can move things around, but sure if you want me to go with you, I’d be happy to come.”

Eddie breathed out a sigh of relief. “Great, it starts at seven and goes until ten.”

“So I’d have to get off at six to be ready in time?” Steve asked, sounding a little more up beat.

“Sounds about right,” Eddie said. “I think you’ll really like the opening act.”

“Yeah,” Steve said with a smile, “anyone I’ve heard of?”

Eddie laughed freely for the first time. “Yeah, babe, you’ve heard of them.”

“You sure about that?” Steve teased.

“Corroded Coffin.”

Eddie pulled the phone away from his ear as Steve started screaming on the other end.

Once Steve’s volume returned to normal, Eddie put the phone back to his ear.

“That’s so amazing,” Steve was saying. “You’ll have to tell me all about it later, I’ve got to get back to work. But yeah, babe, of course I’ll be there. I rearrange heaven and earth to see you preform on that stage.”

“See you tonight, sweetheart,” Eddie said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Will do.”

Eddie hung up and did a little dance. Everything he ever wanted just fell into place.

***

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#my writing #stranger things #steddie #ladykailtiha writes #tattoo artist steve

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

Transfem Stevie who figures it out when she goes to a gay bar with Robin (post s3?) and meets another transwoman and has a Huh, you can do that? moment.

i sort of Went Off on this one lmaoo. bc im incapable of not steddifying everything this is now T4T Steddie 2: This Time They're Lesbians- with trans girl eddie cracking stevie's egg

PLEASE NOTE: this is set in the 80s, so they use kind of outdated terminology for trans people. also there's a d slur used in a positive, self-ID way. overall the vibes are good but the language is questionable. do with that what you will lol

When Robin asks Steve to be her ‘emotional support heterosexual’ (her words) for her first visit to an Indianapolis gay club, Steve prepares himself for a night of ‘hey, have you met my friend Robin’, pointedly not hitting on any girls, and politely declining offers of drinks and dances from guys until he’s buzzed enough to admit he’s curious. And so far, that’s exactly what he’s been doing. Robin’s off dancing with a girl after Steve assured her about ten times that he’d be fine on his own. He’s just debating whether or not his inhibitions are lowered enough to go dancing when his thoughts are interrupted by a voice to his right.

“Steeeeeeeve Harrington.”

Steve turns, already cringing. Anyone who says his name with a tone like that is someone who is not going to be thrilled with seeing him in a gay club. The thing is, Steve has no idea who this person is. Can’t even really tell if they’re a guy or a girl. Their features are fairly masculine, all lean muscles and square chin, but they’ve got long, wild hair and heavy eye makeup. The cropped muscle tank with ‘Massive Dyke’ printed in lurid red muddies the waters even further.

“Oh, hey… uh…” Yeah, Steve’s pulling a complete blank. They look kind of familiar? He’s definitely seen them around. Somewhere. 

They roll their eyes. “Not surprised King Steve doesn’t recognise me. Especially looking like this. What are you doing here?”

Steve sighs a little. “I’m here with a friend. She was nervous to come alone so I’m here for moral support and wingmanning.”

“Yeah, sure,” they scoff, and Steve frowns even more.

“Look, I know I was a dick in high school. And I’m genuinely sorry if I was a dick to you. But that was four years ago. I’ve grown up, and I’m here to be a good friend. Can you let me do that?”

The person blinks, and then looks a little sheepish. “Okay, yeah, that’s fair,” they say, before extending a hand. “And it’s Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

Steve smiles and shakes the offered hand. “Oh, yeah! You ran that club my kids went to- dungeons and dragons, right? Cool to see you again, dude!”

Eddie’s face does a complicated little wiggle before- “Uh, not a dude, man.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m a girl, now. Still Eddie, though, it’s just short for Edith now. Have you heard of transsexuals?”

Steve shakes his head. “I’m pretty new to this. I know, like. Five words.”

“Well, easiest way to put it is that I was born a guy, but I feel more like a girl, so now I’m, like, switching.”

“Switching…” Steve says, trying his best to look genuinely interested and confused. He generally doesn’t struggle too hard to look confused, but he’s a little worried Eddie will think he’s being a dick about it. “You can do that?”

Eddie snorts, gesturing down to herself. “Clearly.”

“Huh,” Steve says. Frankly, this is blowing his mind. “Why doesn’t everyone do that, then? Like, no one likes being a guy.”

“Ye- wait, what?”

“Like, the sexism of being a girl would suck, obviously. But everything else sounds great! Like, you get prettier clothes and you can wear makeup- and girls are so nice to other girls, I've always been kind of jealous of that.”

Eddie looks shocked, but Steve's on a roll now, almost forgetting she's there as he continues thinking aloud. “And like. Girls’ bodies are just. Better, y'know? Like what do guys have, muscles? Girls can have muscles too, but girls are just so… like, everyone wants boobs, right?”

Eddie has a strange look on her face. “I mean, I do. Because I’m transsexual.”

“When you’re transsexual, do you get boobs? Like, do you- wait, is that rude? I feel like I wouldn’t ask another girl about her boobs.”

Eddie’s silent for a moment, looking at Steve in bewilderment, before she seems to collect herself. She takes a swig of her beer and then smiles at him. It looks both welcoming and like she’s in on a secret, and puts Steve at ease. He can see why the kids were so obsessed with her in high school.

“You know what, ordinarily it would be kind of rude, but I have a feeling this conversation is… not what I thought it was gonna be,” she says, and Steve tilts his head a bit in confusion. “So yeah, I do have boobs. You can take estrogen as a little pill, and it basically does puberty for you again. You get boobs, a little extra fat on your hips and thighs, and your skin gets softer. Here, feel.”

And then Eddie takes Steve’s hand and slides it up her shirt. His brain immediately turns off. And yeah, there’s definitely a gentle swell there. They’re small, but Steve can feel the squish of them. Her nipples are pierced. Steve thinks he might die.

“Wow,” he squeaks, about five embarrassing octaves higher than his normal tone. “Cool!”

Eddie grins as she removes his hand from her tit. “Yeah, cool. I’d let you fondle them a little more, sweetheart, but they’re still growing. Kind of sore.”

Steve blushes, rubbing his hand on his thigh and desperately trying to will his boner down. “Man, I wish I could grow boobs,” he sighs, a little wistfully.

“You can, y’know,” Eddie says, with a little chuckle and a soft smile. “What’s stopping you?”

That. Steve hasn’t considered that. A hundred things come to his lips- he’s not like that, he’s not one of those- a hundred things that he knows are absolutely terrible reasons. If Robin were here she’d either be whacking him upside the head or giving him that really sad look she does whenever he’s mean to himself.

“Hey,” Eddie says, speaking softly and laying a gentle hand on Steve’s knee. It shocks him out of his spiral as he looks up into her big brown eyes. “Y’know, I’ve got some makeup in my van. If you wanted to try some things out. No one here will judge you.”

“I- yeah,” Steve is breathless. “I���d like that. Uh- my friend-”

“Oh, is she real? I’ll be honest, I kinda thought you were doing the ‘oh I’m not gay I’m just here for a friend’ thing.”

Laughing, Steve looks out over the crowd. “No, she’s real. Let me just let her know I’ll be gone for a moment- honestly she’s probably halfway to third base with some girl anyway-”

And sure enough, Robin is more than ready to let Steve wander off once he peels her off a pretty girl on the opposite side of the club. He rejoins Eddie, who leads him down the street towards her van and helps him into the back. She takes out her makeup bag, cracking jokes about their wildly different styles while she delicately brushes powder over his face. She generously refrains from threatening to take his eye out with the eyeliner pencil (more than once at least), and apologises for not having anything more ‘babygirl’ than her bright red lipstick. Steve can definitely say this is the most fun he’s ever had in the back of a van.

Finally, masterpiece done, Eddie rummages in her bag for a little compact, presenting it to Steve with a dumb little bow. Steve takes it with a roll of his eyes, and prepares himself with a deep breath.

The person in the mirror is beautiful. Glowing skin, huge doe eyes lined with smokey eyeliner and lashes a mile long, practically sinful lips. Steve almost doesn’t recognise himself, except that he does. He really, really does, in a way he now realises he never really has before. It’s the first time he’s ever looked at his face in the mirror and not wanted to change anything.

“You’re a really pretty girl, Stevie,” Eddie says with a gentle smile.

Steve can’t look away from the mirror. “Yeah,” she says, a red-lipped grin stretching across her face. “I really am.”

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[sserpente]

Synopsis: It’s summer and it’s hot—the perfect opportunity for a late-night swim. You meet up with the others but soon find a private spot to make out. Only when it’s time to get out of the water to munch on some marshmallows, Eddie stays behind with a little problem…

A/N: I couldn’t stop thinking about this so here goes nothing…

Words: 1657 Warnings: fluff, implied smut

Skull Rock was an infamous make-out spot, Steve Harrington had made sure of that. You were still grinning at the little note Eddie had left you, asking you to meet him there at ten p.m. sharp tonight. Before you started dating the goofy metalhead, you had always assumed he would be shy with girls but oh boy, was he anything but.

Eddie was treating you like a princess and he had no qualms about taking the initiative when it came to dates and… other activities.

So that was why you now found yourself treading through the woods in complete darkness. Dry leaves were crunching under your feet with every step you took, a cheap flashlight the only source of light illuminating the pitch-black path before you.

Eddie knew how much you loved the night and the calmness, the peace, and the quiet that came with it. At night, so you had told him, no one was there to bug you for anything. There was nothing that was expected from you, nothing you had to scratch off of your to-do list. It was the perfect time to relax—even more so if it was in nature.

There were no serial killers in Hawkins, so you weren’t concerned about getting murdered in the woods. Besides, you’d been living here your whole life and would be able to find Skull Rock with your eyes closed.

“Hey, sweetheart.” You heard Eddie before he came into sight. Shining his flashlight on his torso, you grinned and let him scoop you up into his arms for a passionate kiss. “You alright?”

“Hmm… never better.”

“I brought some beer.”

“Sounds like the perfect date night.” You pushed him back with your palms flat against his chest until his back hit the rock. Eddie grinned, next thing he knew, your lips were on his already again, kissing him fiercely.

Eddie sank down and you followed, straddling his lap in the process. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, playing with his all the while you kept moving your mouths against each other. You crossed your fingers behind his neck, his hands stroking up and down your waist. Only when you both ran out of breath did you pull apart.

“Listen, uh… Steve gave me a call right before I left the house. Him and the others, you know… Robin, Nancy, Dustin, Mike, Max, Lucas…” He trailed off. “They’re hanging out at Lover’s Lake tonight, go for a swim, have a drink or two and a bonfire maybe… I told them we might join them later but I get it if you just wanna stay here instead and…”

“Keep making out?” you offered, cupping his cheeks. Eddie grinned again.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, I mean… we still have plenty of time for that later. I could do with a swim. It’s unbearably warm tonight. Did you bring swimwear?”

Eddie shook his head.

“Oh, great, me neither. Oh well, underwear it is!”

“Wheeler’s probably prepared and brought towels for a whole swim team.”

“Probably.” You stood and grabbed the flashlight you had dropped before helping him up, your hands intertwining after Eddie grabbed the bag he’d brought—you could hear the beer cans clunking against each other when he moved it—and made your way toward Lover’s Lake.

Nancy was indeed prepared. A tower of towels was neatly stacked on a tree stump. Steve’s car was parked nearby with the engine on, the headlights illuminating the shore.

“Hey, guys!” You called out. Max looked up from the small pop-up table with drinks and snacks. She waved.

“Hi! Steve, Robin, and the boys are gathering firewood,” Nancy explained, appearing from behind the car with a couple of picnic blankets in hand.

You looked up. It was a beautiful night. There were no clouds, and the moon was almost full. Its pale light was glistening on the calm water surface, inviting you to strip and jump in.

“We should have brought marshmallows,” you let Eddie know.

“I brought some,” Nancy replied before he had a chance to, smiling. You shook your head. You were so eternally grateful for this friend group that Eddie had introduced you to.

You glanced over at him. He was in the process of taking off his shirt, a washed-out band tee from a Dio concert just outside of Hawkins. You blushed, biting your lower lip as your eyes travelled over his chest, admiring his tattoos and realising that your fingertips knew exactly what it felt like to trail all over his abdomen.

“Eddie!” Dustin’s voice tore through the silence. The boy practically threw himself into his arms and grinned. The other followed suit, gathering at the shore. Lucas and Steve dropped two piles of firewood in the middle of the chosen hangout spot.

“Hey, guys.”

“Did you end up having to fight off any bears, Steve?” Nancy asked with a sly smile. Steve averted his gaze.

“Well, no but there was a pretty hostile racoon…”

“Are they still in denial about each other?” you whispered into Eddie’s ear. The metalhead chuckled and nodded, pulling you closer.

“It’s like a sitcom, isn’t it?”

You grinned. “Let’s go swimming then. If I get any warmer, I’m gonna pop like popcorn.”

“I’ll just get the fire going, then we’ll join you,” Steve said.

“I’ll help,” Nancy immediately offered. You shook your head slowly.

Quite apparently, Eddie and you were the only ones without proper swimwear, for when Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Max and Robin undressed, they were ready to go.

You shrugged and stripped. Underwear wasn’t any different from a bikini, besides, these were your friends. You didn’t mind—and you were sure Eddie didn’t either. Your clothes all landed on a pile on the ground.

Without any hesitation, you ran for the water, plunging straight in. Eddie remained right behind you.

“Oh, this is amazing…” Robin mused. Dustin, Mike and Lucas instantly got involved in a Marco Polo game that Max disapproved of, Eddie and you swam out a little further, away from the splashing minions.

“Come here, sweetheart.” With a sigh, you swam toward your boyfriend, allowing him to scoop you up bridal-style. Eddie kept you both afloat. You couldn’t hold the position for long, of course, but it was enough for a loud kiss.

“You know… I was thinking… I wanna go to California next summer,” he whispered. His hot breath brushed against your lips, sending pleasant shivers through you.

“California? Why California?”

“You remember Paige, right?”

“The girl that came to visit you during spring break?”

“Yeah, well, she said she could hook me up with some producers over there. Get Corroded Coffin out there, record some more professional demos and all that shit.”

“That sounds promising.”

“So you’re coming, right?” You started moving, back to a spot where at least Eddie could stand again but where you were still concealed by the darkness.

“You want me to?”

“Of course I do. You’re my girl.”

You grinned, heat creeping up your cheeks. You swam even closer to him, wrapping your legs around his middle. You planted a gentle kiss on his lips before moving on to his neck, suckling on that spot right below his earlobe that you knew drove him crazy all the while grinding yourself against him. It was a lot easier, with the pressure of the water supporting the weight of your body.

Eddie moaned, throwing his head back. His hands squeezed your buttocks, pressing you even closer to him. You were making out again like horny teenagers soon. There was something about doing this in the water. Perhaps you should suggest to him to come back here alone at some point… and to bring condoms.

“Hey, lovebirds! Did you hear me?”

You moved away from Eddie quickly when you realised that Nancy must have been able to see you after all. “Lovebirds? She’s the one talking.”

“Marshmallows!”

When you looked back, you discovered that Steve had lit the bonfire, its flames throwing dancing shadows on the trees surrounding you. Nancy was holding up a couple of sticks with some sharpened ends, waving toward you. While a race had already unfolded between Max, Dustin, Lucas, and Mike, you turned back to Eddie and paddled toward the shore a bit.

“Oh, marshmallows…” you said, licking your lips. “Come on, let’s go.”

“You go ahead, I, uh… I’ll join you in a bit. I can’t get out now.”

You frowned. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah… yeah, I just need… a minute.”

Your eyes widened when you realised. “Oh… oh!” You grinned, giggling childishly. All of a sudden, the roasted marshmallows weren’t all that interesting anymore. So what would be more suspicious? You leaving the water and Eddie behind… or waiting by his side, enjoying the cool lake some more?

You opted for the latter but Eddie protested. “No, no… go… it won’t… it won’t go away if you… stay.”

You had to bite your fist in order not to laugh out loud. You were flattered you’d been the cause of his little problem but you had to admit… it was hilarious.

“Alright then… how about this then, I’ll snatch some marshmallows for us and once everyone’s back in the water, we get out of here?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Oh and… just so you know… you just can’t see it on me.”

Eddie gave you a crooked grin and shook his head, splashing you so you’d get out of the lake already. Once you did, you wrapped yourself in a towel and sat by the fire. Dustin, Max, Lucas, and Mike were already munching on marshmallows.

“Where’s Eddie?” Mike asked. Dustin looked up, scanning the dark lake.

“He’s enjoying the water too much right now, doesn’t wanna get out yet,” was all you said, hoping they wouldn’t pry for his sake. Steve was the only one who caught on.

“Oh Jesus…” he muttered under his breath. You chuckled, piercing a marshmallow on the stick Nancy handed you.

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[pleasantlycrazyworld]

I wanna see you write if reader gets hurt by Eddie when they told him their feelings for him and he says no

THERE IS NO FLUFF OR HAPPY ENDING IN THIS

You meet Eddie during your science class in your sophomore (his junior) year. The two of you were lab partners. Eddie was the outsider, the devil worshiper, but to you, he was the cutest guy in school.

You were the nobody in school. All you did was go day by day hiding in the background and getting lost between the bodies in the crowded hallways. No one had ever noticed you and you were okay with that, but you felt like Eddie noticed you.

Since you disappear in the halls, no one ever notices that you have the ability to hear their conversations. Later in the day, you were trying to get to your locker when you overheard Eddie talking to one of his friends. "Yeah man, I don't know she's just so pretty. I never noticed until we did that project together. I'm thinking of making a move soon."

Internally you squeal! He has to be talking about me! You thought to yourself since the two of you just finished your life of a cell project together. As you were gathering your stuff for the end of the day you start planning an extra cute outfit for the next school day with new confidence after hearing his confession you decide that if he didn't make a move you were going to.

The next day you were dressed up slightly and had a newfound confidence. You felt pretty and you were ready to make your move. You walk into science a few minutes after the bell and Eddie was already sitting there with his notebook out. Eddie doesn't notice that you walk in, too busy doodling, but he does notice the football player behind him gasp slightly and make a comment about some girl's body. Eddie groans in disgust thinking of how dumb football players are as he looks up. He was shocked to see you in tighter jeans and a tighter, shorter shirt. Usually, you're in comfy clothes so this makes his eyes widen. You notice the change in expression and you take it as a good sign.

You sit next to him and as the lesson starts he notices that your leg is touching his much more than usual. He cringes slightly and tries to move over without you noticing. Thankfully it doesn't seem like you notice.

The bell rings and Eddie is one of the first to pack up and try to leave the classroom. As he goes to escape into the hallway you stop him gently. "Hey Eddie can I talk to you?" Hearing your voice he stops and turns around thinking you want to plan a day to work on the next assignment. "What's up?"

You take a deep breath and gather the courage to tell him. "Eddie I really like you. I was wondering if you would want to go out this weekend?"

Eddie pauses and that makes you nervous. What feels like hours pass before he speaks again. "Oh...oh God I'm so sorry. I'm not into you like that. I actually have a date with Chrissy this weekend."

Eddie watches you as your heart drops and the color drains from your face. "Oh...okay. No big deal. Have fun this weekend" You say in a rush as you speed past him. He turns around to try and do damage control but as he turns he notices that you just disappeared into the crowded hallway once again.

So, you did the only thing you could think of. You ran and honestly, you were struggling to try to hold it together until the bathroom stall doors finally closed after you. The sobs wracked your body, causing you to double over. You were experiencing a pain that you have never felt before you swore that your heart is completely shattered. The tears came out endlessly, streaming down your face, smearing your carefully applied mascara, and leaving your face a complete mess. Of course, he didn't actually like you, why would he? You weren't a beautiful cheerleader or the most brilliant girl in the class. You were nowhere remotely cool. A wave of self-doubt and despair wash over you. Like nothing about you was good enough, nothing was beautiful anymore and the outfit you were wearing is burning your skin with embarrassment. You changed yourself for a guy and you're shocked people didn't just point and laugh in your face.

Your mind started to squirrel wondering how anyone could ever love you. How you could even let yourself imagine for a split second that ~he~ could ever love you. Sobs turned into gasps for air as you struggled to breathe through the pain. That primal and vulnerable need to disappear took over you. You should run away and never come back. That would be easier than facing this embarrassment and shame. Just to hide somewhere and not feel this feeling that has deepened itself in your soul. But there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. You've leaned your head against the stall door, letting out a deep sigh. Eventually, you had to go back out there and face the world, but for now, you've just wanted to stay in the bathroom and cry.

You hear the footsteps of the high school population echo through your ears. Once the bell rings you count to fifteen in your head and wait until you stop hearing those footsteps. Once it goes quiet you sit yourself up straight and take a deep ragged breath in and out before getting the courage to leave the bathroom and walk into the, now, empty hall. You sling your bag over your shoulder as you race out of the building hoping on everything you have that no one recognizes or spots you trying to escape.

No one seems to notice and if they did, well then no one cared and the more you think about it the more that seems more likely. You just had this deep need to escape and hide forever. "I never want to see Edward Munson again," You say angrily as you wipe away the endless stream of tears and right there you decide you were done with him forever.

This was hard. IF YOU ARE READING THIS YOU ARE AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE YOU ALL AND I'M SORRY THERE WAS NO FLUFF

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Luke Hughes fluff 12 plz 🙏

Fluff: 12. “I didn’t want to fall in love, but you make it hard not to” w/ Luke Hughes

Friends Don't

I’ve known Luke since he played for the NDTP. I had a crush on him but was friendzoned almost immediately. We became closer when we both ran into each other again during frosh week at Michigan. Since we became best friends. It’s weird to go a day let alone a couple hours without texting him, but today was different. Actually this whole week was different. 

Luke has been off and on with me all week. I think in the past 4 days I have probably received about 5 texts from him. I would see him tonight at a party at Nolan’s that Mackie told me to go to. As I am getting ready I send Luke a text asking if we could go together or meet up. I didn’t hear anything by the time I was done getting ready so I decided to head out myself.

I arrive to the party and make my way over to Mackie. Mackie was standing with Eddy and Mark and no sign of Luke. I am tempted to ask the boys but bite my tongue and just nod along to whatever they are talking about. 

After about 30 minutes I decide to go get myself a new drink so I made my way to the kitchen. As I was refilling my drink an attractive guy from one of my classes that I havent ever talked to makes his way over, “Hey!” he says in a friendly tone.

“Hey” I say back just as friendly

“You’re Y/n, right? We have 8am Tuesday together”

“Yeah, I’m Y/n. Yes I remember seeing you around” “I’m Kyle by the way” he says looking down at his feet shyly before looking back at me, “Where are your friends? You didn’t come alone did you?” he asks

“Oh, no” I say looking around the kitchen to see if I could see anyone I knew, “They must be in the next room” I say still browsing the crowd. The two of us continue talking about class and about ourselves before long it is close to 1am. 

“Oh shoot!” I say looking down at my watch, “I should get going home now, I didn’t want to stay out that long!” 

“You aren’t walking alone are you?” he asks 

“No I was going to ask one of m-” before I could finish I felt a presence behind me speak

“She’s good, man” I turn to see Luke and Duker behind me, one less happy looking than the other. 

“Oh sorry! I didn’t know you guys were dating!” Kyle apologizes to Luke looking between both Luke and I.

“We aren’t” I say but Kyle already turns to leave me with Luke before turning around quick to say:

“Ah okay, I gotta get going”

I turn back at Luke and Duker and Duker is first to speak, “He looked like he was going to shit himself”

“Who was that?” a slightly less amused Luke asks me. 

“Kyle, he was going to walk me home”

“You don’t even know him. I’ll walk you, come on” he says and I walk by him and he follows leaving Duker at the party. After we exit the party and begin our walk back home I question him.

“What was that?” I ask

“What?” Luke says

“Why couldn’t he walk me home?”

“Because”

“Good reason” I say walking a bit faster

“Well how long have you known him? Like awhile?” he questions me catching up

“He is in one of my classes Luke, damn! My own parents wouldn’t care that much!” I say stopping and looking at him

“Well I wanted to walk you home, that's all” Luke says in defence

“So you’re jealous? This is a new side I don’t like” I say and I could tell the last part broke Luke a little on the inside, “You act so protective over me like we are dating or something”

“I just don’t want you talking to other guys” 

“Why? We are dati-”

“Because I love you Y/n” he says and I stand there looking at him in shock, “I didn’t want to fall in love, but you make it hard not to”. 

“Luke- I- um I wasn’t expecting this” I say back in complete shock.

“I really thought staying friends would be better for us, but I was wrong. I can’t watch you with other guys anymore, it kills me” Luke continues. “I really didn’t mean to embarrass you tonight, but I just had to let you k-”

I press my lips to his shutting him up and he gladly kisses me back. I pull away staying in his arms, “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for that”. Luke smiles down at me pulling away and grabbing one of my hands. 

“Here let’s go to my place tonight” 

“The boys though” I say as I begin walking with Luke back to his place. 

“They have probably already seen this coming” he blushes

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All I've Ever Wanted

prompt: saw a text prompt 'find another weed guy cause i can't fuck with you anymore. nothing personal, i just can't fall in love right now and you're all i've ever wanted so if i see you again, i'm not letting go of your hand'. so, that, but with Eddie.

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!cheerleader!OC

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

word count: 2.3k

warnings: cursing, drug use, slightly AU timeline?

My leg bounced in nervousness as time ticked by obnoxiously, the Friday before spring break '86 ticking by too slowly for my liking. Senior year was a fucking drag, and now more than ever, I was counting the literal seconds before I would be set free to do nothing for an entire week.

Technically, I had to 'care for the house' because my parents were going to Colorado for some wedding of a family member I've never met. Mom and Dad ran the local floral shop, Lake Florals, and business was booming, which made our house something of a botanical ICU for any plant that got sick in the shop. So, they had spent the whole week going over every single detail possible about the plants to make sure I took 'proper care' of them while they're away for 6 days.

But my mind was on a completely different plant.

When the bell rang to dismiss us for lunch, I made sure I was the first one out of the classroom so I could get to my locker before the usual rush of kids heading for the cafeteria. I usually saw Eddie around this time, and he sometimes made it a point to walk by me and pinch my hip in greeting. Sometimes, he'd drop a low, "Hey, pretty girl." And other times, it was my name on his lips, "How's it goin', Daisy? Digging this sweater."

I liked the way my name sounded on his tongue and just as I entered my locker combo, I saw him coming from one of the few morning classes he went to. His eyes met mine and he smiled - my decision to be bold being made the moment I made my mind up about buying from him again. Just like clockwork, he directed himself down the hall and towards my side, his hand planting on my hip, "Hey, pretty girl - woah!"

Eddie Munson's eyes darted down to where my hand grabbed his, making him spin on his heel, away from the stream of kids surrounding us, and stepped closer my opened locker.

"You okay?" he chuckled lightly, looking to where our hands were conjoined.

"Yeah, I was, uh... You know, I was hoping we could meet after school?"

"Oh? Don't you have a game to cheer for tonight?"

"Yeah," I breathed, trying to ignore the way my face and chest felt warm. "You know, umm, before the game, I was hoping we could meet for... Business-related-business."

He chuckled and nodded his head, "Ah, right, right." And then his hand squeezed mine, "Yeah, we can, uh, we can meet after school. But I only got so much on my person, sweets, are you looking for something, uh, other than your usual?"

I shook my head, "No, just... Yeah, the usual is fine. I just... Uh, long week ahead of me, you know?"

He chuckled, "I get you, it's no issue. I can meet you in the woods behind the field?"

"Sure," I nodded with a small smile. "Thanks, Eddie."

"Anytime, pretty girl," he assured, giving my hand one last squeeze before turning and heading down the hall again.

Now that I had the meeting set up, it was like time drug on just to fuck with me. Mrs. Leeway actually gave us a packet to do over break and I was monumentally confused because why assign it if you didn't want to grade it? Mrs. Leeway was notorious for complaining about how she doesn't have enough time to grade everything, so, we never know our actual grade in the class until the very end. My question stands, why assign us work if you didn't want (or have the time) to grade it!?

Man, high school didn't make a lot of sense at times.

And by the end of the day, I was exhausted and I was pretty sure my bag was about a pound heavier with homework to do over break. I could feel a tension headache forming behind my eyes and trudged to my locker - then remembered! School was finally out for spring break and my parents had gone off to the airport already - so, I was going home to an empty house!

I just had to make it through tonight's game and then, it was a one-way ticket to bliss.

With a renewed energy to my motions, I stored all of my belongings I didn't need, took out the books I would, and made for my car to deposit everything. I made sure my bag wasn't too heavy by piling textbooks and binder to my passenger seat, double checked I had the cash, and shouldered both my school and cheer bag.

Because it was the Friday before spring break, nobody wanted to linger at school if they didn't have to. It took the time for me to head back into school and use the restroom for everyone to basically clear out, which worked in my favor, since I could head across the field behind the school without anyone spying me.

It was a short walk through the woods, mud caking over my white cheer shoes due to the rain yesterday and the day before.

Just as I stepped on a particularly slippery patch, my hand jutted out to catch my balance on something warm... And a bit bony... Looking up, I realized I had grabbed onto Eddie's shoulder as his hand was held out in case I slipped again.

"Hey, there! You all right, pretty girl?" he chuckled lowly.

"Shit, yeah," I smiled back, letting his hand secure around my elbow and lead me over the muddy patch so I didn't get stuck.

"There we go," Eddie smirked when we reached the small clearing with a picnic table in the middle. "All right, now, careful. Might be some twigs and leaves around!"

I scoffed at him, "I know how to walk, Eddie."

"Could've fooled me the way you trip on air," he teased, moving his hand into mine as he brought us to the table. "C'mon, princess, I'm just teasing you!"

I sighed, "You know, I kinda hate that nickname."

"Which one? I've used quite a few today," he chuckled as we sat at the table, facing one another. His brows perked, asking for an answer, as he drug his metal box of drugs closer to him.

"Princess," I answered.

"C'mon, you're Daisy Lake," he reminded, as if I didn't know, "co-cheer captain and resident bestie to Chrissy Cunningham, the queen of Hawkins. That makes you the princess, doll. And I am but the humble court jester."

I rolled my eyes, "Okay, but can I have more value than whoever I'm friends with?"

"I think you've plenty of value," he assured.

"Yeah, okay," I scoffed. "Callin' me princess and sellin' me drugs, yeah, I'm sure you think I'm real valuable," my eyes rolled slightly.

But Eddie's expression softened, "I didn't mean to strike a nerve, sweetheart, honest. If you don't like the nickname, I've plenty others for you," he smiled lightly. "Pretty girl is my personal favorite."

"Why do you call me so many nicknames?" I couldn't help but wonder.

He shrugged, "Feels right, I don't know. I can stop if you - "

"No, I like them, too," I admitted, letting my hand fall to the table between us and gently pick at the splintering wood. "Um, so, any plans for break?"

"Oh, trying to make small talk, are we?"

I sighed, "Well, I thought I was excited to go home after tonight's game to no parents and an empty house, but it's gonna be a little lonely. Thought the weed might make it less so?"

He shrugged, "Depends on the company you smoke it with. But to answer your question, no, no big plans for me," he chuckled lowly. "Just me and my guitar, you know?"

I nodded, "Sounds actually kinda nice. Um, do you have papers?"

Eddie nodded, "Yeah, I told you I had what you needed." He flipped open the metal box and pulled out a fresh pack of rolling papers, "Won't even charge you for these, sweetheart." He nudged them over to me as I smiled lightly, watching as he pulled out the half-ounce I usually bought from him. "All right, so, I'm thinking... $15, this time."

"Why the discount?"

"Call it the friends and family discount," he joked, tossing the baggie between us but making no other move to stand. I pulled the $20 from my pocket and handed it over.

"Keep the change, for the papers," I smiled at him.

"Said they were on the house," he mused.

"Yeah, but," I shrugged lightly, "you always sell to me last minute, so, maybe it's a tip?"

"Don't gotta tip your dealer, sweetheart," Eddie chuckled, his hand moving unconsciously closer to mine. "Time spent with you is payment enough."

I nodded, "So, um, you said I might feel less lonely depending on the company I smoke with?"

"Mhm, I did," his hand turned over without him realizing. My fingertips reached to drag over his palm and fingers.

"Would it be too forward to ask if you wanted to come smoke and maybe watch a movie with me?"

I watched as Eddie's eyes softened and he smiled before he seemingly realized where our hands were. "Uh, y-you know what," he stuttered a bit, pulling his hand from mine and standing quickly while trying to gather his thing, "I uh, I just - I have to be somewhere else, and - "

"Was it something I said?" I asked, feeling unsure of myself as he looked spooked at the very sight of me.

"No, no," he sighed, shaking his head, "sweetheart, no, you know what, it's just, I don't think I can sell to you anymore, I'm sorry. Y-You're gonna have to find another dealer." I didn't get to question him, because he was wiping a hand over his face and pausing. Then, he continued, "I-It's nothing personal, sweetheart, it's just - " he sighed, shaking his head, "look, I can't fall in love right now, and you - you're just - you're all I've ever wanted in a partner, o-or really in a friend, but I just - you're it, okay? You're it for me, Daisy, and if we keep doing this, the next time I see you, I don't think I'm going to be able to let go of your hand. So, I just, I can't do this with you - "

"Eddie?" He paused to take a sobering breath, eyes wide and looking at me while nervously playing with his hair. "Did you ever stop to wonder what I maybe wanted?"

"What?"

"That all you're saying isn't just one-sided?" I offered softly, watching as he started to pace.

"No, I haven't, because I'm me, right? An-And you're you - and that's just, look, I don't think - "

"You don't think I'd want to spend time with you?" I furrowed my brows. "Eddie, I can get 12 other dealers in this county but I like coming to you because you're so... You. And if you want to hold my hand and not let go, I'm okay with that, too. 'Cause maybe I wanna hold your hand, too."

"That's not funny, Daisy - "

"Do I really look like I'm joking?" I cut him off with a shake of my head. "That after all this time, I would be the one, who what? Just takes your feelings as a joke?"

"Daisy, it's kinda a big deal what we're talking about - "

"It's not, Eddie, it's quite simple," I shrugged. "If you want to be with me, and I want to be with you, why don't we spend some personal time together and see if this is really what we want? No shame in hanging out, right?"

"None for me, but for you..."

"Who cares what anyone says?" I perked a brow. "It's not their happiness we're talking about. And we've been doing this whole cat-and-mouse thing for 2 years now, Eddie," I sighed. "Look," I took up the baggie and papers, shoving them in my bag before standing, "the invitation is open. After tonight's game, I'm gonna head home, shower, change, then roll up. You're more than welcome to come over for a smoke and a movie. Maybe if you can get out of your head to hang with me for a night, I'd be happy to host." With that, I rounded around the table and kissed Eddie's cheek, sighing, "But if you're really certain, I can find another dealer. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

But as I let my hand pat his shoulder and moved to walk away, I was only two steps before Eddie's hand seized my wrist. Due to the muddy ground, I spun almost too easily and slipped slightly, forcing Eddie to pull me into his chest. "I don't want you to walk away," he admitted, my feet finding solid footing with Eddie's arms around my waist.

I frowned, "Is that all you want?"

He shook his head, "No, I..." he sighed, "look, I've never had the popular kids on my side, that I kinda worry how they'll treat you if you're being serious about this... About us."

"I wouldn't bother opening my mouth if I wasn't serious, Eddie," I sighed. "I don't care what other people think, but I do care what you think."

Eddie nodded, "I want to figure this out, pretty girl, I'm not good at this kinda thing and I didn't know the feelings were mutual."

"You never asked."

"Touché," he allotted. "Can I at least walk you back to your car? Don't think you wanna show up to the championship smelling like weed, huh?"

I smiled with a small chuckle, "You can walk me, but only if you hold my hand."

He chuckled and took my bags from my shoulder, hiking them up his own before almost too easily lacing his fingers with mine. "Remember, I might not let go," he teased lightly, helping me through particularly muddy patch along the path.

"Won't hear me complaining," I perked a brow at him with a knowing smile. His lips broke out in a grin as we broke through the tree line, letting his hand go so he could toss his arm around my shoulders and neck; hand dangling then intertwining with mine, giving it an affectionate squeeze.

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Part 5 of Different Meeting AU

This part is going to be very sappy, enjoy! The boys do imply a little bit more about their sex life so TW for this part: implied sexual content, discussion of torture, mentions of character death

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After Steve left the trailer park, he strapped the new bag of Eddie's things to his bike with the food, grabbed his backpack and started biking toward the lake. To stay out of sight he followed the train tracks, then split off from the woods when he reached Holland road. He pulled up to the house and hid his bike around the back, hurrying over to the boat house.

Steve carefully opened the door, peeking his head inside. "Eddie? I'm back, where are you?" At that, Eddie threw the tarp off and nearly ran to pull Steve into a hug. Steve could feel the anxiety thrumming off of Eddie like a physical thing and just held him tighter for a moment before finally pulling back to look him in the eyes. Eddie gave him a small smile, eyes still tight.

"Hey, did you get snacks?"

"Yeah, I grabbed you some clothes too. Went to see the guys, let them know what happened. I saw Wayne too, he was smart enough to hide anything illegal or incriminating before he called the cops this morning, so I have all of your drugs and my clothes from your place. He did leave the handcuffs and condoms though, probably figured they didn’t scream Homosexual too much." Steve quickly spoke up when he saw the almost feral grin on Eddie's face, "and I am glad he did, we do not need to be getting carried away while hiding from the cops." Eddie's grin dropped, practically pouting.

"Not even a little carried away? It’s not like we ever really use the condoms anymore."

"Eddie, we had sex like two days ago. And we don’t exactly have the ability to clean up around here.”

"Tell me about it, that's two whole days." Steve just rolled his eyes, ignoring the warmth he always feels in his chest whenever Eddie shows how much he wants him.

"C'mon, horndog, let's go into the house. We never cleaned up our picnic last weekend so all the blankets and pillows are still out. I brought our book too, so you can read to me tonight." Steve held out his hand, Eddie grabbing it quickly and pressing a kiss to the back of it as the head toward Steve's bike. They grab the bags and head into the house, setting them down on the kitchen table. "The food is in the duffle bag, can you put it away while I talk to Robin and let her know I'm back? I promised I would walkie to tell her." Eddie nodded, pressing a kiss to Steve's shoulder as he passed him to go put the food away.

Steve dug his walkie out of his backpack and tuned into the right channel. "Robin, are you there?"

"Steve! Did you get back to the lake okay?"

"Yeah, I just got back. I stopped by the trailer on the way here and saw Wayne, he had all my stuff packed up from the trailer, along with any incriminating items." Robin snorted through the walkie talkie.

"So he found all of Eddie's drugs and sex toys?"

"No!" Steve paused as he blushed. “We don’t leave that stuff at the trailer.” He only blushed more when Robin’s laugh came through the walkie.

“But he found all the drugs?”

"Shut up, Robs. Yes, Wayne found all of Eddie’s drugs. I just wanted to let you know I got back safe. Now can I get back to my boyfriend?”

"Good. Also, you're welcome, by the way. I managed to keep Dustin from outing you, I figured you would want to tell Nancy yourself." Steve sighed softly, so unbelievably grateful for his best friend.

"Thank you, Robbie. I'll have to find a time to tell he when we all meet up to plan, hopefully soon."

"Yeah, Nance actually was at the trailer park earlier. She said she had gone to investigate and ran into Eddie's uncle, he said something about Victor Creel? She said he was like a crazy murder from the 50s so I think we're planning on going to the library tomorrow to do some research."

"Alright, keep me posted on whatever you learn. I'm starving and I know Eddie must be too, so I'm going to go make us some food. Stay safe, Rob, over and out." Steve listened to her quick goodbye and pushed down the antenna of the walkie, setting it on the table before heading into the kitchen. "You hungry? I know I am." Eddie was sitting on the counter, flipping a butter knife in an attempt to look cool.

"I'm always hungry, and I have definitely missed your food this week." Steve smiled at him and got out the ingredients for quick goulash, knowing it was one of Eddie's favorites.

"I meant to tell you, Wayne wanted me to let you know that he never thought you were guilty." Glancing over at Eddie, Steve could see his shoulders visibly relax. Clearly, that had been weighing heavily on his mind.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, he knew you would be worried about him thinking you were like your dad, and he wanted you to know that he never did."

"I love that old man." Steve laughed, leaning his hip against Eddie's knee where he was still sitting on the counter.

"He loves you too." Steve cooked quickly, getting their food together so they could move into the living room to eat. Once their food was in bowl, he and Eddie went into the living room, sitting down on the blankets they left there.

After a few minutes of eating quietly, with only the sounds of the silverware and Eddie’s knee bouncing to fill the silence, Eddie finally spoke up. “So…. Tortured by Russians?” Steve sighed, setting his mostly empty bowl down on the floor. Without commenting first, Steve turned and grabbed the bag with his items in it, pulling it closer. He dig through the front zipper pouch and pulled out a small square box, opened it and pulled out a small blue piece of plastic that he carefully wrapped around his left ear. Steve saw the realization on Eddie’s face when he looked up, Eddie reaching a hand out to gently touch his left ear. “Sugar, why didn’t you say something?”

“I was scared, mostly. With the kids... I'm the one who keeps them safe, I didn't want to give them a reason to think I couldn't do that anymore." Steve looked at his hands as he spoke but was forced to look up when Eddie cupped both of his cheeks in his hands.

"Stevie, they are always going to need you around, it is okay to need help sometimes. So, from now on, you are going to promise that you will wear that hearing aid, understand?" Steve stared at Eddie for a moment before he nodded, placing his hands over Eddie's and just keeping him there. The moment was broken when a sharp pain radiated from behind Steve's left eye and he gasped, dropping Eddie's hands to push his palm into the eye socket in an attempt to stop the pain. "Migraine?"

"Fuck, yeah. Of course I didn't bring my good meds with me, shit it's bad." Steve squeezed his eyes shut to keep out the lights and he heard Eddie stand and walk away. Distantly Steve heard the stairs creak then footsteps on the second floor, before the stairs creaked again and Eddie was sitting in front of him once more.

"These aren't your good ones but I figured some motrin is as good as we can get right now. Here, give me your hand and I'll give you the pills." Keeping his eyes shut, Steve put out one of his hands and felt three pills be placed into it. After he popped them into his mouth, Eddie grabbed his hand and placed a glass of water in it so he could swallow the pills. "Good. Did something set it off? Normally you have a trigger."

"Well I would say I'm pretty stressed today so that would explain it." Eddie huffed a quiet laugh.

"Alright, that's fair. Let's lay down for a bit and once you're feeling a bit better we can keep talking." Steve let himself be guided to laying down and he curled himself against Eddie, using his chest to block out the light. Once the medicine kicked in Steve was able to shift backwards enough to look up at Eddie who was looking right back at him. "Meds doing their job, honey?"

"Yeah, you still want to hear about last summer?" Eddie nodded and Steve sighed, closing a fist around Eddie's shirt and gripping it tight. "Alright, well we told you about how we found out that the Russian's had a base under the mall but we didn't explain how we got into it. We had to drag Erica in, which I still feel so guilty for because she was only 10, and she went through the vents to get into this storage room they had on the loading dock. She opened the doors for us and we all went inside to investigate but the doors shut behind us and locked. Next thing I know the room is dropping because it was actually an elevator. We got stuck in that elevator for hours before some guards came to collect stuff from the room and we got out of there only to have to walk for miles. I think Erica actually knows how far we traveled but I wasn't there when she did the math so I don't know how far it was."

"Wait, Erica just did the math for how long you guys traveled?"

"Yeah, Dustin said she did at least. That's why he calls her a nerd apparently. Anyway, we got to the center of the base and Erica spotted the comms room, I won a fight against a Russian guard and then we found the gate they were opening to the Upside Down. At that point, Dustin and I knew this was really really bad. Then the alarms went off and we all had to run. We got cornered in a supply closet and Rob and I held the door shut so the kids could get into the vents and escape."

"You didn't..."

"I did. I couldn't let them get ahold of Dustin and Erica and Rob wouldn't leave me behind so we got captured. I knew Robin would start talking if she had the chance because she was nervous so I decided... I decided I would just be louder and more annoying so she wouldn't be their main focus. It worked and we got taken to separate rooms where I-" Steve cut off, his throat closing up from the memories of what he experienced in that bunker. "I would rather not go into detail, but, uh, they kept asking who I worked for and I had nothing to say other than the truth which they didn't like. I got knocked out eventually and when I came to I was tied back to back with Robin in a different room. She was yelling about needing a doctor and she said that she thought I might have been dead because she couldn't see me breathing. I'm pretty sure that was the broken ribs though."

"Jesus H Christ, Stevie. They nearly beat you to death."

"After I came to they asked us more questions before deciding that the best thing to do next was to give us some truth serum or something. They grabbed these syringes full of blue stuff and stuck it right in our necks. That's why I'm so spooked by needles now."

"Shit, that- well, that explains so much. sweetheart. I cannot believe you went through that and are still willing to put yourself in more danger."

"Yeah, well, the kids would get involved no matter what, and you're involved now. There was no way I would leave you to deal with this alone. There, um. There is something else. I think now that you know everything, it’s probably a good time to mention it.” Steve tilted his head up so his chin was resting against Eddie’s sternum and felt Eddie push a hand under his shirt to rest against the small of his back, radiating heat and comfort.

“What’s up? I thought I knew everything at this point, do you have another head injury to tell me about?” Steve huffed out a laugh, he could tell Eddie was trying to lighten the mood for both of them. He was so glad that he didn’t have to hide things anymore, even if he was terrified about Eddie being involved in the Upside Down.

“So, uh, I’m pretty sure we mentioned how after Billy beat me up in ‘84 Hopper took me to the hospital, right?”

“Yeah, someone mentioned it.”

“Cool, um, the thing is that wasn’t just it. After-after the hospital figured out my parents weren’t coming, Hop stepped in as uh, he said in loco parentis, but basically he was acting as my parent since I was still 17. He ended up bringing me back to his cabin after they discharged me, the hospital didn’t want me to be alone since it was a grade 3 concussion and I had the cuts on my head from the plate.” He felt Eddie’s hand curl a little tighter around his waist at the mention of the head injury again and Steve pressed a kiss to Eddie’s chest. “I’m glad he stepped up, I didn’t have anyone else. But, after that, I don’t know how it happened, somehow I sort of got absorbed into their little family. El and I got really close and that’s why I’m close with Max, and Hop-“ Steve paused as his throat closed up, it had been so long since he had even talked about Hopper’s death and it still hurt. “He became the first real father figure I had ever had. But then, Starcourt happened and he-“ This time Eddie cut him off, pulling him close so Steve didn’t have to push himself to say it.

“I know, I saw the news. I’m so sorry, princess. I had no idea you were close to him.”

“It wasn’t a long time, just around 8 months but it was enough for me to get attached to both of them. And now-now he’s gone and El’s in California, which is the best place for her but it still hurts. It’s why I was so emotional about Wayne just… accepting me the way he did. Hop had just… it had only been a few weeks and Wayne was so much like him. He’s- Wayne has helped a lot with that healing, he and Hop would have gotten along really well, I think.”

Eddie paused, just holding Steve close and rubbing his back gently. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” He hummed gently before shifting them around so he was pressed up against Steve’s back. “Wayne really loves you. Sometimes I think he loves you more than me.” Steve just laughed, holding Eddie’s hands in his own. 

“No way, you’re his son, Eds. He does care though which I appreciate.”

They lapse into silence, just holding each other before Steve suddenly snorts a laugh.

“I don’t think Hop would have liked you very much.” Eddie pauses for a moment and then starts laughing. 

“Absolutely not, you’re totally right. I don’t think he would want a drug dealer hanging out with his kid. Much less dating that kid.”

“I saw how he was with Mike, and that was just because he thought Mike was annoying. I think you dodged a bullet, possibly literally.” Eddie just laughed and held Steve closer to him. "Eds?"

"Yeah?"

"How are you doing? With all of this stuff." He can hear and feel Eddie sigh against the back of his neck and Eddie squeezes Steve's hand.

"Honestly?... Shit, Stevie, I'm scared out of my mind. For me, for you, for Robbie, for those god damn kids. I was prepared to have a spring break full of alone time where we got laughably high and fucked on just about every surface in this house. Now? I'm potentially on the run for murder and there's an evil wizard from another dimension that can possess people and kill them without leaving any evidence. If you hadn't shown up in that boat house, I think I would have gone insane."

"Eddie, it's okay to be terrified, you know? The first time, hell, the second time too, that I did this I thought I was going crazy. I couldn't stand having the lights off and any time I saw a bulb flicker I jumped. Even last time, you know what I did to just be able to sleep. You're allowed to be scared. So you and I are just going to lean on each other and we can make it through this." Steve felt wetness on his neck and knew Eddie had been crying at some point, so he turned around to face him and he pressed a kiss to Eddie's nose. He was smiling but when they were able to see each other's faces Steve saw Eddie frown.

"Is your nose bleeding?" Eddie asked before Steve reached a hand up and wiped under his nose, finding blood on his fingers when he pulled them away.

"That hasn't happened in a while. Don't worry though, sometimes it happens with the headaches."

"Alright, if you're sure." Steve just curled back up against Eddie without further comment as Eddie's hand carded through his hair. "You want me to read a bit before we go to bed."

"Yes please." He felt Eddie twist to grab their book before a kiss was pressed to the top of his head and Eddie started to read.

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And that's it for this part. I had the part about Hopper written days ago but I wasn't sure how to work it in until today. I'm obsessed with Accidental Parent Hopper who stumbles into being a father for two kids.

Also, there is a good bit of foreshadowing in this chapter, both from the show and some of my own

Taglist

@messrs-weasley @y0urnewstepp4r3nt @eddie-munsons-lunchbox @live-the-fangirl-life @nburkhardt @inmoonywetrust @henderdads @vlada-elya @grtwdsmwhr @spectrum-sceptre @madamonsieur-silvrene @abookisproofofmagic @knitsforthetrail @imzadidragonfly @blackholegladiator @maya-custodios-dionach @phantypurple @booksandsience @formacoon @gregre369 @beeing-stuupid @imsociallyanxiousgetoverit

#steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #different meeting au #Jim Hopper accidentally adopts people and he complains about it constantly but refuses to stop being a parent #Eddie is obsessed with Steve and he witnessed the “tell me about it” moment between Steve and Nancy #he regularly shows Steve how much he loves him by using that line #i don't know if I said it but they're reading through LotR together -> adding to my dyslexic Steve agenda

[specialagentlokitty]

Chim x Teen!reader - setting you up

I love your imagines, could you do one for 911 where teen Reader is being fostered by Chim and they're trying to get him to date Maddie? Fluffy ending with the Reader doing a fist bump when Chim and Maddie go out on a date? - Anon💜

Padding into the fire station, you looked around and found the man you were looking for, and you walked over, tugging the back of his shirt.

“(Y/N)?” Buck asked.

You grabbed his hand and tugged him away from everyone else.

“Is Maddie dating anyone?”

“No but I think you might be a little to young for her.”

You slapped his arm and he laughed, rubbing the spot where you had slapped him.

“No she isn’t. Why?”

You looked around and gestured for him to crouch down a little so he did, resting his hands on his knees as he looked at you.

“Because Chim likes her, and I know she likes him so I’m gonna set them up on a date, do you think Bobby and Hen and Eddie could help us?”

“Us?”

“Yeah, you’re in on this now so if it goes wrong I’m not the only one in trouble.”

Buck rolled his eyes at you.

“Alright thanks for that kid. But yeah I think we can get them aboard, when?”

“Friday and 8pm here.”

Buck nodded his head and stood up properly again.

“How will you get them to agree to it?”

“Easy! I have that sorted! I need you to get the others to sort out food, drink, music and lighting, all that’s up to you guys leave Chim and Maddie up to me!”

Buck nodded his head with a smile and you both fist bumped one another and you looked to the side to see Chim coming over.

“I don’t like it when you two are alone, what’re you roping my kid into Buck?”

“Nothing I swear! They just wanted to talk about something.”

Chim turned to you, raising a brow at you.

“Yup! I was talking to him about school. Can I ask you something?”

Chim and gestured for you to follow him so you did and he took you up the stairs and turned around to face you.

“Is everything okay?” Chim asked you.

“I’ve never been on a date before. Will you come on one with me on Friday? Like a parent kid kinda thing?”

Chim cracked a small smile, reaching out he ruffled your hair a little.

“Of course I will. When and where?”

You hummed a little, pretending to be thinking about it.

“Here on Friday at 8pm?”

“Absolutely, casual or formal?”

The furrowed your brows a little, and he laughed, explaining the difference between the two kind of dates for you.

“Oh! Oh formal!”

“Formal it is. Am I meeting you here?” He asked.

You nodded your head excitedly and you ran away and he laughed softly, standing on the railing as he watched you go run over to Buck and Eddie.

That was Chim sorted, now all you had to do was get Maddie to come to the same place at the same time, and you had a plan for that as well.

You took Bucks phone, getting him to unlocked it you found his sisters number and told her it was you and asked her to come have lunch with you.

Maddie happily agreed, and Buck drove you to a nearby cafe to meeting up with his sister.

You had only met a few times, and you were hoping that would work in your favour.

“Hey (Y/N), Buck. This is a nice surprise.” Maddie smiled.

“We thought you could use a break, and they were getting hungry.” Buck laughed.

You nodded, kicking your legs a little as you sipped your drink and looked at her.

“I don’t think we’ve really had time to actually talk, have we (Y/N)?” Maddie asked.

You shook your head and set your drink aside.

“No we haven’t, but I have a way to solve that!” You beamed.

Maddie laughed a little, setting her drink down as she looked at you.

“Oh you do? And what’s that?”

“Me. You. Friday at 8pm at the station, formal wear.” You grinned.

Maddie laughed.

“Is this you trying to ask me on a date?”

“Well, not a date date, like like dinner so we can get to know each other. Please!”

Maddie looked at both you and Buck smiling widely, and she rolled her eyes before resting her arms on table and looked at you.

“Does Chim know about this?”

“You can’t tell him! He’ll be salty because I asked you out and not him. But I know him, he’s old.”

Maddie laughed softly and nodded.

“Alright. I won’t tell Chim, but I’ll be there.”

You cheered and ducked under the table to sit next to Maddie instead and beamed at Buck who beamed back.

Maddie smiled softly down at you, wanting to get to know you some more.

Everything was going smoothly, and you were watching Eddie put up some lights while Bobby was cooking some food.

“Is here good?” Eddie asked you.

“Perfect!”

Eddie made sure it was secure before jumping down and stood next to you, nodding his head in approval at his handy work.

Hen and Buck game up holding a bag.

“Drinks are sorted, since this is a fire station Bobby said no alcohol so we found some alcohol free wine.” Hen smiled.

She smiled and set it on the table and you grinned happily.

“So why are we all conspiring with you on this (Y/N)?” Bobby asked.

“Because I’m fed up of watching Chim pretend he doesn’t like Maddie, and I know Maddie likes Chim because Buck told me.”

“You shouldn’t meddle in this business.” He said.

“Hey, no one said you had to cook mr captain man.”

He rolled his eyes at you and plated up the food and you grinned, jumping up and down.

“Hen! Hen! Go tell Chim to close his eyes!”

“Alright! Alright!” She laughed.

You followed her and hide around the corner and she made sure your foster dad closed his eyes before gesturing for you to come out.

“You have to keep your eyes closed until I say.”

“I don’t like this.”

“You don’t have to like it you just have to do it.”

Taking his hand, you carefully led him up the stairs and sat him down.

“Wait here, don’t speak.”

“(Y/N)…”

“No talking!” You huffed.

You poked his head and ran back downstairs with Buck so he could do the same thing with his sister.

“You have to stay quiet, (Y/N) doesn’t know you’re here yet.” Buck whispered.

“I don’t trust this but alright.”

You grinned, giving Buck and thumbs up and followed behind them as he led Maddie upstairs and sat her down as well.

Bobby brought the food over while Hen poured them their drinks and they all stepped back while you stood next to the table.

“Okay open your eyes!”

Both of them did and stared at one another in pure shock.

“It’s a set up! You’re on a date enjoy!”

They looked at one another confused before looking back to your again.

“You told me you’ve never been on a date?”

“And you told me you wanted to get to know me more?”

“And both of those things happen to be true, but you two like each other, but won’t do anything about it, so now you’re on a date with one another! With the help of the awesome people here.”

Chim turned to Maddie.

“Are you.. are you okay with this?” He asked.

Maddie smiled softly, shaking her head.

“Yeah. Yeah I am, are you?”

Chim immediately nodded his head and you cheered, giving Eddie, Bobby, Hen and Buck a fist bumped.

“This isn’t over (Y/N)!” Chim called.

“It is right now enjoy your date! I’m going out with Bobby and he said he’d drop me back home when you’re ready!”

“I’ll take good care of them don’t you worry, you two enjoy your date.” Bobby smiled.

You hugged Chim, and he rolled his eyes, hugging you back.

“Thank you…” he whispered.

“You’re welcome…”

You let go and hugged Maddie as well.

“We’ll go for that dinner tomorrow I promise Maddie.”

“We better.”

You laughed and ran down the stairs after Bobby with a huge grin on your face and Chim and Maddie shared a look, both of them laughing as they started their date

#911 fic #911 fanfic #911 fox #911 fox imagine #911 x reader #911 fandom #911 fox x you #911 fox x reader #chim #chim x you #chim x reader #chim imagine #chimney x reader #chimney x you #chimney imagine

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Standing In Rain: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist 

word count:1.1K

Request: Hey! Would i maybe be able to request an eddie x reader where the reader is newish in town, moved into trailer park and needed a new weed dealer so robin/steve sent her to eddie. After meeting a few times they realize they have a lot in common and there's obvious sexual and romantic tension. So when the reader gets locked out of her trailer in the pouring rain she ends up at eddies and spicyness or fluff ensues

You were still kinda new in town having only been in Hawkins for about a month now due to your mom getting a job offer. You weren't happy about moving to the middle of nowhere and having to leave your friends behind that was until you met some new ones and you realized that one of your neighbors was pretty cute which made living in the trailer park worth it now if only you get the courage to talk to him.

Right now you were hanging out with Robin and Steve at the record store since it was a slow day at the store. You three became best friends after you literally crashed into Robin on your first day at Hawkins High, and she was nice and then you met Steve.

"Hey guys, do you know where I can buy some weed around here?" You asked them, it had been a whole week since you ran out of your joints that your dealer back home gave you as a moving away present.

"Uh yeah our friend Eddie, he sells. You could go to him." Robin said.

"Wait Eddie as in the one who's always making a scene at lunch?" You asked her confused.

"Yeah, I'm surprised you two haven't met before considering he's like your neighbor and all." Robin said as you shrugged your shoulders as you hadn't been interested in talking to anyone when you got here.

The next day while at school while you two made your way to Robin, told you to meet Eddie at the picnic table away from the woods which you nodded and thanked her for as you two got to first period. Lunch finally came and you made your way out to the woods where you walked for a bit until you saw Eddie aka your cute neighbor pacing around.

"I'm guessing your Robin's friend the one her and Steve shut up about." He said making you laugh.

"That's me, I'm Y/N, I believe we're neighbors." You said making him laugh as he took a seat at the table across from you.

"Eddie and we are, I wanted to introduce myself before now but you didn't seem like you were interested in that." He said making you laugh.

"No I hated that we moved here at first but now it's grown on me." You says playing with your bracelet.

You and Eddie spent the majority of lunch talking and getting to know each other and making plans to hang out more since it was so obvious that you had a lot in common. And that's how it went for the next few weeks, you and Eddie becoming fast friends, and the flirting between you two was next level, that it made your friends wonder when you two were gonna get together. There was no lie that you found Eddie attractive as if his personality wasn't enough, his looks made you weak in the knees and luckily Eddie felt the same, he thought you were too gorgeous to be in Hawkins and was determined to make you his girl.

With your car being in the shop, Robin offered to drive you home from school and pick you up and you were grateful for it, especially on a rainy day like this. Once she dropped you off, you searched your bag for your keys only to realize that you didn't have them and it hit you that you must have forgotten them this morning and your mom wouldn't be back until the morning. The rain continued to downpour and that's when you saw Eddie's van and figured that maybe he would let you crash with him. Once you reached his trailer you knocked on the door, praying he would answer.

"Sweetheart? Sweetheart, what are you doing? Get in here." He said opening the screen door and letting you inside.

"I'm sorry I left my keys this morning and my mom won't be home until tomorrow morning, so I was hoping that maybe I could crash with you or at least call Robin to come to get me?" You asked him shivering.

"No need. Your more welcomed to stay here with me. Let me get you a change of clothes before you get sick." He said leading you to his room.

"Whoa, that's a beauty." You said referring to his guitar making him turn and look at you in shock.

"You play?" He asked you.

"No, but I wanna learn one day." You said as he handed you some clothes and showed you the bathroom.

You thanked him closing the door, stripping out of your wet clothes, and changing into the clothes that he gave you as you realized how good he smelted. Eddie was lightly strumming his guitar when you walked into his room and he swore you looked ten times more attractive in his clothes.

"What are you working on?" You asked him taking a seat on his bed.

"Nothing really, I was thinking that I could give you a guitar lesson now if you want." He said looking at you as you nodded your head excitedly.

He shuffled a bit so that you were between his legs not realizing how dangerous this was for the both of you, you could hardly focus on what he teaching but instead the heat of his breath on your neck when he spoke or how his hands felt on yours.

"Can I kiss you?" You blurted out before you realized what you were saying as Eddie chuckled and placed his lips on yours.

"I like you a lot sweetheart, is there any way you would be interested in going out with me?" He asked you making you smile.

"I would love to Eddie." You said kissing him again.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson fluff #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader

[justmeinadaze]

Good Neighbors Part 12 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: I have one more chapter of this guys *cries*. I'm going to miss them when the time comes!

Warnings: Steddie smut and all that that implies (I regret nothing), Cameo from Wayne being a cute grandpa and the elder Harringtons being assholes. Lots of fluff. Like ALL the fluff lol

Word count: 3012

“Wow. This place is beautiful.” You fling yourself excitedly from the dining room of the home you four were looking at into the kitchen. 

“Mom! The rooms upstairs are big!”, Dylan’s feet stomp as he runs down the stairs. 

“Kid! Chill out. We don’t live here yet.”, Eddie giggles as he follows after him. 

“It’s right within your budget and down the street from this guy’s school.”, the realtor smiles at your son. 

“What do you guys think?”

“I like it. It’s closer to Robin to so I can sleep in longer before picking her ass up.”, Steve grins at the notion. 

“Oh, you know me, babe. I come from a trailer so this is like a palace to me.”

“Wonderful.” The realtor slams his briefcase on the desk and pulls out some paperwork. “Go ahead and fill these out. I can get that process started immediately. He points to sections on the documents, explaining things as you. “Now you and your husband will put your banking info and work information here—”, he gestures to you and Eddie. 

“Oh, um, I’m not her husband technically. Is that a problem?”

“No! Not at all.” He glances at Steve who shakes his head. “Ok, so then you’ll just put single for everyone and I’m going to need some more information for the three of you. I’m sorry for assuming. You said ‘babe’ and I just—”

“It’s ok. I’d like to marry her one day.”, Eddie leans over kisses your cheek. 

“Ew!” Dylan pretends to gag.

“Hey! You calm down over there.” The metalhead kicks his foot in his direction making Dylan laugh. 

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“Hey Eddie.”, Wayne greets you guys from his place on the steps outside of his trailer. “And friends.”

“You smoke like Eddie!”, Dylan points at the man in front of him. 

“Oh my god. He used to have manners.” You look at him apologetically as Wayne chuckles. 

“Oh, don’t even worry about it, Y/N. That’s nothing compared to how this one was. Well, come on in. Where’s Steven?”

“He had to work but we were in the neighborhood looking at a house and I thought we could come by so you can finally meet this weird kid.” Eddie gestures at Dylan who responds by sticking out his tongue. 

“That’s thrilling. It will be nice to have a bigger place, I bet.”

The four of you spent the rest of the afternoon together. Wayne was wonderful with Dylan. You could see when they interacted that he was happy to be around a kid again. After lunch, he took your son outside to show him the land and the car he was trying to tune up. You grinned as you watched Eddie’s uncle point to things under the hood and explain to Dylan what they were.

After coming back inside to use the restroom, you found yourself distracted by Eddie’s room. You had been in here once before but because you were taking care of him you didn’t really get to look around. You ran your fingers over the posters on the wall, beaming at the doodles scrawled in random places. There were notebooks on the dresser and you grabbed one before lying down on his bed. God, it still smelled like him. 

“Get lost, Princess?”

“In your past, yeah.”

Eddie grins as he crawls into the bed, lying on his back beside you. You pointed at the writing in his journal. 

“Was this for you Dungeons and Dragons thing?”

“Yes, ma’am. One of the campaigns we did.” He watches your face as your eyes scan over the material. 

“This is really cool. I don’t understand why people would make fun of you for it. The fact that most of this came from your mind? Wow.”

When you turned your head to meet his gaze, you were met with his lips. “I wish we had known you in high school.”

You grin at him as you close the distance again, kissing him slow at first before it steadily grew more heated. Eddie quickly lifted his head, glancing out the window to make sure Dylan and Wayne were still preoccupied. 

“We’ll have to be quiet.”, he whispers as he presses his mouth to yours. Reaching down, you fumble with his belt buckle before unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his cock from his boxers. 

Eddie spits in his hand as your hips rise off the bed so you can push down your shorts. He pumps his length a few times before position himself outside your entrance. Your head lifts up slightly as you watch him guide his dick inside of you. You both groan as his head falls between your shoulder and neck. 

He’s quick and precise with his movements, knowing you both only have a short window of time. 

“Fuck, Eddie, baby. Just like that.” You murmur into the fluff of his hair as your hands tug at his shirt. His mouth attaches to your throat as he tries to muffle the grunts that escape. One particularly hard thrust hit your g-spot just right making you cry out causing Eddie’s hand to fly up and cover your mouth. 

“Quiet, Princess.” He chuckles as he bites his bottom lip. “You feel so fucking good, Y/N. Can you cum for me?”

With his palm still blocking your lips, you reached up pushing two of your fingers into his mouth that he eagerly sucks on, coating with his saliva. Bringing those digits between your legs, you rapidly began rubbing fast circles into your clit as Eddie thrusts into you faster to match your pace. 

As soon as he felt your pussy fluttering around him, he removed his hand replacing it with his lips as he swallowed and stifled every one of your whimpers as you came around him. He didn’t stop kissing you till his rhythm become sloppier and you felt him cum inside of you. 

Eddie gently pulls out before rolling on to his back and gasping for air. He takes your hand in his and bring it to his lips placing a tender kiss on the back of it. 

“I love you, Sweetheart.”

“Mom! Mom! Come check this out!”, Dylan calls for you outside. 

While you’re pulling up your shorts you lean over and kiss Eddie’s soft, beautiful lips. “I love you to.”

You smile at Wayne as you pass him, heading towards the hood of the car your son is leaning over while Eddie sits on the front steps with his uncle who offers him a cigarette. 

“I like them.” Wayne lights the cigarette before passing his lighter to his nephew. “Kid has picked up a lot from you it seems.”

“Oof. Hopefully not too much.”

His uncle glances over at him for a moment before focusing on the sight in front of him. “Eddie, you aren’t your dad and no matter what you think or feel you will never be him. You would never hurt that kid and that woman there would never allow it. She’s not your mother.”

Eddie’s eyes remained on you two but Wayne knew he was listening. 

“He called himself my son a couple of weeks ago.”

“And how did that make you feel?”

The metalhead smiled before taking another drag of his cigarette. “Proud.” When Eddie finally turned his head, he saw his uncle grinning. “Wayne, I never thanked you. For taking me in.”

Wayne’s grin grew as he tossed the butt of his cigarette into the yard. 

“You never needed to, kid,”

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Steve knocked on the door to his parent’s house before slowly opening it and guiding you two inside. 

“Steve, honey, are you sure you want to do this?”, you whisper to him as you wrap your arm around his waist. 

“Yeah. It’ll be fine, I’m sure. My mom wanted to meet ‘the kid I’ve been seen with’ and my dad is at work so it shouldn’t be too chaotic.”

“Steven!” A beautiful brunette woman meets him halfway in the living room and quickly envelopes him in her arms. 

“Hey mom.”, he grins down at her. “This is Y/N and this little man here is Dylan.”

Unlike with Eddie’s uncle something about Steve’s mom made your son nervous as he remained hidden behind your leg. The man beside you immediately notices and bends down to take the boy in his strong, protective arms. “It’s ok, dude. This is my mom. She’s nice.”

“Oh, that’s ok. I can come on a bit strong! Hi there.”

Dylan politely smiles as he gives her a small hello. His mother reaches out to shake your hand and you grin politely as well. She leads you all to a dining room table where lunch has been premade and set out. Your son jumps on one of the chairs and reaches for a sandwich. 

The atmosphere remained awkward as small talk was made. Steve had never really told you anything bad about his mom but you knew enough about her to be hesitant. If you had been her you never would have allowed Steve to grow up in the environment he had feeling unloved and underappreciated. 

“So Y/N, you were married previously?”

Her question shoved you out of your thoughts. “Yes ma’am I was.”

“May I ask what happened?” 

“Hey Dylan. My old room is down the hall there. Why don’t you take my phone and go watch something.”, Steve hands him his device before watching him disappear down the hallway. 

“Mom, that was rude.”

“What? I’m just curious!”

“It’s ok, Steve.” You reach under the table to take his hand in yours. “He was having an affair.”

“Pfft, I know how that goes.” You and Steve stare at her as she takes a sip of wine from her glass. “My husband tries to hide it but as you figured out they aren’t really good at it.”

“Can we not do this right now?”, Steve begs. As if on cue, the front door opens loudly causing his eyes to squeeze shut. “Shit.”

“Well, this is a nice surprise.”, Mr. Harrington throws his suitcase on the couch before entering the dining room. 

“Speak of the devil.”, his mom raises her glass in his direction. “How was work, honey?”

“Good. Good. Exhausting.”

“I bet.”, she spits.

“Should I go get Dylan?”, you whisper to Steve and he gently nods before reassuringly squeezing your fingers. 

You politely smile as you pass his father and powerwalk to find your son. 

“So, Steven… still playing the family man I see.”

“I’m not ‘playing’, Dad.” Steve rises from his chair to face his father. “Y/N and I have been together for almost a year. I love her and I love that kid.”

“Yeah, well, you can’t pay the bills with love. I heard you’re looking into getting a new house. That’s exciting. Can Family Video cover a mortgage? What about things children need to survive, Steven? Do you even know what a kid needs?”

“Do you!?”, Steve snaps. “I may not know everything but at least I know not to abandon him to fend for himself while I go off to work conventions and parties fucking anything with legs.”

His father straightened up, challenging his son with his frame. “You better watch who you’re talking to, Steven. There may a come a time, and knowing you there will be one, when you need some financial support and I won’t be there to bail you out.”

“Dylan, wait!” Your son flew into the room and pushed himself between the two men. He looked up at Mr. Harrington with angry eyes. 

“Don’t talk to him that way! Steve is my dad and you should be nice!”

His father looked down at Dylan in complete bewilderment. Steve collected him in his arms and the boy promptly wrapped his arms around his neck. 

“Do whatever you want, Dad but no matter what this is my family.” He reaches for your hand which you eagerly take and head out the front door. 

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“Hey, you good, little man?”, Steve asks Dylan as they enter your apartment. 

“I’m ok. Are you? When my daddy was mean to me it always made me feel bad.”

“I’m ok. Thank you for sticking up for me.” You son smiles up him before running to turn on the tv. 

“Hey, weirdo. I’m going to take Steve in my room so we can talk for a bit. Try not to burn the place down.” 

He scrunches his tiny face at you and you do the same back. Grabbing Steve’s hand, you lead him into your room. As soon as you turn to face him, his lips are on yours. He walks you back towards your bathroom, quickly shutting the door and pushing you against it. 

His mouth sucks and bites at your neck as his fingers pull at your jeans, roughly tugging them down. As soon as you step out of them, he lifts you by your thighs on to the counter. Steve holds your legs open as he sinks to the floor, pressing his face into your cunt.

You moan as his tongue invades your entrance. “Steve, please.”

He licks up your folds, pausing to wrap his mouth around your clit making your squirm. You watch him multitask as his hands reach down to pull off belt and push down his pants. 

“Steve, please.”, you beg again. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

He rises back up to his feet, pumping his cock with the precum that was leaking out before pushing himself inside of your needy pussy. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you whimpered. 

“Are you ok?”, he panted as he carefully pushed himself further into you. “You’re… really fucking tight.” His head falls on to yours as he leans in to place a kiss on your lips. 

“Yeah, I’m ok. Just go slow at first.”

“Anything for you, baby. I’m sorry.”

“Steve,” you giggle. “It’s fine. You two are just wearing this old lady out.”

A mix between a chuckle and moan escape his mouth. “You’re not old and I meant about today with my parents.”

He stood still when he bottomed out, just relishing in the feel of you around him. “Honey, you have no reason to be sorry.” You tenderly push his hair away from his forehead. “I’m sorry you have to put up with that.”

Steve begins steadily thrusting into you, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. “Jesus…”

“You…you can go a little faster now.”

His arms loop under your knees, lifting them up and sliding you closer to the edge of the sink. With his cock pumping into you more rapidly at this new angle, you felt like you were coming undone. You clasped your hand over your mouth to control the urge to scream out his name. 

Steve feels your pussy tightening around him as he drops one of your legs to rub his thumb over your clit. Your body shakes as you cum, your hand lunging for his own. 

Gripping both your legs again, he thrusts harder into you chasing his own high. His waist sputters as he releases deep within your body. 

After he pulls out of your now sore and sensitive hole, he reaches for the washrag in the cabinet and cleans you up. 

“Steve?” He answers you with a hm as he focuses on his task. “You’re not like him, you know. Your dad.”

He throws the rag in the sink behind you and lifts you up to place you back down on your feet. 

“I know.”

“Steve.” You playfully raise an eyebrow in his direction as he slides your panties up your hips. 

“I just… you’ll never have to worry, ok? I would never make you feel like I don’t appreciate you or that I don’t care about Dylan.”

“He called you dad.” You smile as he blushes, pulling up his pants. “How did it feel?”

“Good. The fact that he feels that way about us… it’s an honor. Scary but…”, he laughs.

“Welcome to being a parent! It’s always scary but worth it. When he was born, I remember being terrified that I was going to fuck up but when I held him and he looked up at me I knew. I knew I would do anything I could to protect this kid and make him happy.”

Steve tugs on your shirt, pulling you to him for a hug. 

##################

“So… they are going to Rivendell to destroy the ring?”, Steve’s eyebrows furrow as he glances at Eddie before focusing his attention back to the tv. 

“Noooo… they are going to Mordor to destroy the ring. They just left Rivendell.” You giggle at Eddie’s tone as he tries to not come off as annoyed.

“Mordor is the only place that can destroy it.”, Dylan’s eyes remain glued to the screen in front of him. 

Your phone on the counter rings and you smile as you get up to answer it, listening to them continue to banter. 

“See? He’s seven and he’s paying more attention.”

“I’m paying attention! There are just too many weird names to remember.”

“Hello?”, you laugh out. There’s silence as you listen to the person on the other end speak. “Oh my god. Thank you! Thank you so much!”

Steve pauses the movie as you hang up jumping towards your three boys with giddy excitement. “We got it. We got the house!”

“Are you serious?!” he gets up quickly, wrapping you in his arms.

“Wow, that’s fucking amazing. I don’t think I’ve lived in an actual house before.”, Eddie grins as you smack his chest before placing a kiss on his lips. 

“When are we moving?”, Dylan asks from his place by your side. 

You reach down to tussle his hair. “Um, next month. Jesus, there’s a lot we need to do beforehand.”

“Ay, Princess. Breathe. We have plenty of time. Tomorrow we can sort all that out. Today, we make fun of Harrington for not understanding Lord of the Rings.”

“It’s not my fault this stuff is confusing!”

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Can Anybody See Me? Part 15

As much as I love the CC boys and all their friends it was time to show life outside them for a second. And Steve got his bitch back.

TW: for homophobic language (rando OC)

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*

Steve drove to school feeling lighter than he had in weeks. His parents were still shit but he had friends and people who would look out for him and wasn’t that just a surprise and a half.

He pulled into the parking lot and got out, Eddie pulling into the spot next to him. He had closed the door, pulling his backpack over one shoulder when Nancy and Jonathan appeared out of nowhere.

Eddie raised an eyebrow at him.

“Nah, it’s fine,” Steve said with a small smile. “I’ve got this. I’ll see you at lunch, okay.”

Eddie nodded and walked to class.

Steve turned back to see Nancy and Jonathan staring at him in shock. “How can I help you two?”

“Is everything okay?” she asked. “You’ve been missing a lot of school.”

Steve raised both eyebrows.

“We’re worried about you, man,” Jonathan said. “Especially after what happened with Miss Chen and your assignment.”

Steve sighed. He wanted to be mad at them but he couldn’t. They were worried he might be thrown in jail.

“That was straight up bullshit, by the way,” he growled. “I wasn’t going to show an actual demogorgon or make the characters even look like us. It was just a way to process the trauma. Because I don’t know about you two, but I can’t sleep at night. If it’s not waking up screaming, it’s not being able to go to sleep at all.”

Nancy and Jonathan shared a glance.

Jonathan sighed. “Yeah. It’s got be worse for you because Nancy has Mike and I have both my mom and Will...and well it’s pretty bad for him, too. But you’re all alone in that big house and you’re parents don’t know.” He made an aborted gesture of understanding.

“So we just wanted to check up on you,” Nancy explained, hugging her books to her chest.

Steve ran his hands over his face. “I’m just trying to move on. Make friends that aren’t bullies. That’s not to say you guys are or whatever. It’s just...I don’t want to be on high alert the rest of my life. I’m happy for the first in so long.”

Jonathan licked his lower lip slowly. “You don’t have to answer, but are you with Eddie?”

Steve’s head reared back. “What? How did you–”

He smiled softly, clapping him on the shoulder. “Good for you, man.”

Nancy just looked between them confused.

Jonathan kissed the top of her head. “I’ll explain later. We’ve got to get to class.” He waved at Steve. “See you around, man.” And led her into the school.

Well, shit.

Steve didn’t know how he felt about them knowing before Jeff and Gareth and the rest. But it was out of the bag now. And despite everything he’d been through with Jonathan he knew he wouldn’t tell anyone.

He sighed and made his way to the swimming pool to start morning practice.

*

Steve sat at the edge of the pool in his Speedo, just kicking his feet. Coach Hall came over.

“Hey, Harrington,” he said, crouching down. “Got word from Doc Martinez. You’re cleared for competition. He says your scans look good and as long as you don’t have a headache day of, you’re good to go.”

Steve grinned. “That’s great news, Coach. Do you think I could add butterfly back in or should stick to relay?”

Coach Hall smiled fondly. “Well, I know I would prefer my best butterfly swimmer back in, but...”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.”

Coach Hall patted his shoulder and he slipped into the pool. Ezra immediately swam over to meet him.

“Hey, what did Coach say?”

Steve told him and Ezra grinned. “Hell, yeah. It’s good to see you back, man. It was lonely without you.”

Steve laughed, pushing him away. “Get off, you loon.”

Ezra laughed with him and swam back to the other side of the pool. Steve pulled his goggles down over his eyes and dove beneath the water. Instantly the buzzing sounds inside his head calmed and he felt at peace.

This was where he belonged. He liked basketball, he was good at it. Baseball was fine, but he spent most of the game being bored. But this? This was bliss. Just him and the water.

He surfaced, taking a large breath. He heard the coach’s whistle and came over to the side with everyone else. He listened to the instructions and nodded.

Suddenly it was time to go wash up and change. He eyed the girls as they passed each other. The girls were coming in as the boys were leaving. All the girls were twittering and point at the guys as the guys leered back in turn. Steve didn’t feel the surge of attraction he did when he thought of Eddie up on that stage last night. There was no swooping of his belly, no heat further down.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, that was certainly something he hadn’t really considered. He had been expecting some kind of attraction. He had had sex with only girls, he had only been on dates with girls. But now that he had something to compare the feelings to...

It was heartbreakingly obvious that he was gay.

Shit.

Steve fretted over showering with the guys. But when he got there he realized that he automatically self-corrected and didn’t look. He never had. It had been a habit. One that he did even with the knowledge he was attracted to boys.

Huh.

That was quite the revelation.

*

Steve barely made it through his next two classes because he wanted to see Eddie so bad.

He grabbed his lunch and went to go sit down went got bumped into by one of his old baseball teammates.

He managed to hold on to the tray, but he growled, “Watch it, man.”

The boy looked him up and down. “I see you hang with the Freaks now, Harrington. You take it up the ass now, too?”

Steve eyes raked over him. “Why? You looking for a turn?”

The boy pushed him. “I’m not a fag like you, freak!”  

Steve sighed. He could feel almost every eye in the cafeteria on them. “Look,” he said, gripping the edges of the tray. “Doesn’t it get exhausting trying to prove something to these assholes?” He waved at their captive audience. “They don’t care about you or me. In six months, they won’t even remember our names.”

“Just because people have forgotten you, Harrington,” the boy growled, “doesn’t mean they’ll forget me, asshole.”

Steve laughed. “I think between the two of us, they’re more likely to forget you then me.” He leaned forward. “You want to know why? Because you haven’t forgotten me, dude. So what does that say about the rest of them?”

The kid sneered and stalked off.

Steve shook his head and then continued his trek to Eddie’s table. He sat down to eat, but after a moment he realized that they were all staring at him, wide-eyed and in shock.

“What?”

“Dude!” Jeff said, sitting back.

Brian nodded. “That was the most brutal verbal take down I’ve seen in a long time, man.”

“It was sick!” Gareth said gleefully.

Eddie stared at him, doe-eyed and fond. “I love you.”

The other three laughed.

Steve grinned back. “I know, I love you, too.”

Jeff, Brian, and Gareth all looked at each other, sharing shocked by happy faces.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!” Gareth said, bouncing almost out of his chair.

“When did you guys get together?” Jeff hissed, leaning forward so they weren’t overheard.

Eddie blushed. “This morning.” He ducked his head, shyly.

“Boom-chicka-wow-wow,” Brian teased. “Don’t think we didn’t notice that Eddie here was wearing Steve-o’s clothes.”

“Guys...” Steve protested, “it wasn’t like that. My parents came home and my dad was being he’s usual ass-self and Eddie stayed over to make sure I was okay.”

Jeff sighed. “Damn. Can’t tease you about that one.”

“But we can still tease you,” Gareth said with a grin, “about Eddie wearing designer jeans without a single rip or tear.”

Eddie looked down at his pants and cursed. “Shit. I didn’t think about that.”

“Ah yes,” Steve said dreamily. “Eddie’s aesthetic. Wouldn’t want to destroy that carefully maintained image.”

“Shut it, Harrington,” Eddie grumbled.

Steve laughed out loud. “I know it’s almost the end of the day or whatever,” he said digging into his backpack. “But you can use this to distress them.” He handed over a couple of sheets of sandpaper.

“Why do you have sandpaper in your backpack, dude?” Jeff asked.

“It’s for my art class,” Steve explained. “We have these little paper sticks we use to help with shading called smudge sticks and the only way to clean them is to rub them over sandpaper. Here, let me show you.”

He got out his drawing pad and a smudge stick, flipping to a drawing he was still working on. He began working the stick over the harsh pencil lines, smoothing them down.

‘That’s so cool,” Gareth said, leaning closer.

Steve held up the stick. “See how dirty it got?” Everyone nodded. And then Steve grabbed the sandpaper and rubbed the stick over it, making sure to turn the stick so he got all the sides. “Tada!”

“Huh,” Eddie said, “that is neat.”

Steve shrugged. “Yeah, well. So there you go, you have something to make the jeans more you.”

Eddie stared at him starry-eyed. “You are an absolute wonder, Steve Harrington.”

Steve just blushed and shook his head.

*

Steve got called to the office in his drama class saying that his mother was on the phone.

He sighed and reassured everyone that everything was fine. That she had promised to call and that’s all this was.

He didn’t tell them that the reason she was calling while Steve was in class is because she was in her layover in Paris, France.

He walked into the office and the secretary left him alone. Not because of who he was, but because of who his mother was.

“Hey, Mom,” Steve greeted.

“I’m sorry to pull out of class, love,” Mrs Harrington replied. “But our flight to France was delayed but our flight out of France was bumped up an hour and we only have forty minutes between flights now.”

He sighed. “That sucks. Were you able to get your luggage, okay?”

“We were, thank you, Steven,” she murmured. “I wanted to apologize for your father last night. You know how shouty he gets when he starts drinking. He never means the things he says.”

Steve closed his eyes. He thought that’s what this conversation was going to be about. What all their conversations were about. Nadia Harrington apologizing for whatever dickish thing her husband had done. It was one of the reasons his mother was so respected in town.

Dad would come tearing through making his mark, making himself the center of attention and then Mom would come behind and smooth away bad feelings.

“It’s okay, Mom,” he assured her. “I know what he’s like. But I really can’t quit drama. Or I won’t graduate.”

She sighed. “I know, dear. And I know you’re only doing your best. But he just has such high hopes for you. To start working his accounting firm, to follow in his footsteps.”

Steve swallowed around the lump in his throat. “I’m just not good with numbers like he is.”

Mrs Harrington hummed. “We’ll figure something out, Steven.”

“We always do, Mom,” he agreed.

“I love you so, much,” she murmured. “But your father is giving me the stink eye.”

“Bye, Mom.”

Steve hung up the phone and sighed deeply into his hands. The secretary came out and smiled at him.

“It’s so nice of her to call you to check up on you,” she said cheerfully.

Steve stared at her blankly. There was no asking how he was. What he was doing. Who his new friends were. Just excuses for his dad. He forced a smile in return and then left to go back to class.

Nothing quite like a conversation with your mother to ruin your day, he sighed as he settled back into his group.

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