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muertawrites · 1 year

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Inked (Eddie x Reader x Punk!Steve) [18+]

Summary: tattoos hurt. thankfully your artist is chill about the way you distract yourself from the pain.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, oral (fem receiving), vouyerism, exhibitionism, male masturbation, explicit descriptions of sex and pain

Read Time: 7 mins

This is possibly the most painful thing you've ever felt. It stings, it burns, and the tip of the gun feels like it's digging under your skin and against the bone beneath. Eddie hisses.

"You're holding me too tight, baby."

You look over to where your hand is gripped around his wrist, fingers white as they curl into his flesh. You release your hold and there are little moon-shaped grooves etched in his skin, blooming red and threatening to bleed.

Steve stops tattooing.

You're laying on the bench in his home studio, having offered yourself as a guinea pig to help him practice working on people for his apprenticeship. He's doing a sternum piece for you, sprawled out over your naked chest while Eddie sits on your other side, one hand massaging your breast while the other gets itself impaled by your clawing grip. It hurts way more than you expected it to. You're lightheaded and nauseous, and your whole body is clammy and feverish. You feel like you might faint.

Steve nervously bites his lip, his gloved thumb stroking over some of the excess ink.

"... It looks really good already," he attempts to console you. "Do you need to take a break?"

You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. Eddie's hand that cups your breast gives it a gentle squeeze, rolling your nipple between two of his fingers. You moan softly, and all at once you're inspired.

You turn to Steve, asking the question before you can psych yourself out.

"Do you mind if Eddie fucks me?"

The men blink at each other, bewildered. Neither of them says anything for a moment.

"Please," you beg. "It hurts so fucking much and I'm already topless. I think it'll help. I don't want to faint."

Steve stares at Eddie, who stares back at Steve. After a tense pause, Steve shrugs.

"Listen, man, if she's cool with it, I'm cool with it. Just don't move her too much."

Eddie looks down at you, his hand moving to stroke through your hair.

"Is that really what you want, sweetheart?"

He sounds concerned, but the brightness in his eyes and the growing stiffness in his jeans give him away. He's eager. Excited. He gets to bring his favorite pornos to life, and all because it was your idea. This is like Christmas.

You nod, giggling softly.

"Yes, Eddie, just do it. Before I change my mind."

He wastes no time, springing up from his chair and positioning himself at the end of the bench, his hands finding the waistband of your leggings and rolling them down. Steve watches, letting out a soft breath when Eddie exposes your hips, your thighs, the luscious patch of pubic hair between your legs. You grin up at him, gently tapping a finger against his chin.

"Stevie," you remind him. "My tattoo."

He gives you a suave, easy smile as he meets your eyes, a feature left over from his time as a high school womanizer. His cheeks are pink, his pupils consuming his pretty brown irises.

"Right," he chuckles. "Sorry."

He starts up the gun again, and Eddie's tongue finds your clit, pressing flat against you as Steve resumes his work on your chest, the needle stabbing its way back into your skin. The pain is eclipsed by the swirling of Eddie's tongue, the pucker of his lips as he dives in and starts sucking. You moan, focusing on the tingling between your thighs.

"That better?" Steve asks, smirking.

You nod.

"Way better."

Eddie grips your thighs, slinging your legs over his shoulders as he laps and sucks at you, the lewd, wet noises echoing off the walls. You can feel your wetness dripping down your buttocks as he works you towards orgasm. He gazes up at you through his lashes, his cock twitching when he doesn't meet your eyes or your breasts but instead sees Steve leaned over you, glancing his way. Eddie grins.

"How much longer, Harrington?" he wonders.

His lips and chin are glossy. Steve swallows heavily.

"About halfway," he answers.

Eddie nods. He stands, making quick work of his button and zipper and freeing his cock, running his shaft teasingly up the length of your pussy. Steve pauses to watch, his mouth slack at the way you coat Eddie's shaft, how easily it glides against you. Eddie grins as he taps the head of his cock against your clit.

"Her pussy's divine, man," he boasts. "Maybe instead of a tip she'll let you have a taste."

He winks at Steve, his hands moving to your hips as he eases inside of you, letting out a quiet moan. His features contort with the pleasure, succumbing to the heat of your slick walls. He starts to thrust, slow and deep, taking care not to shift you at all so Steve has a stable canvas; his palm presses to your stomach for support.

Steve stares, his cock pressing painfully against the leg of his jeans. After a moment he snaps himself out of it and goes back to work, painfully aware of how close he is to your breasts.

You whimper as Eddie fucks you, gripping the sides of the bench to keep yourself still. Eddie's cock pressing deep inside you, Steve's hot breath fanning over your nipple, the depravity of letting him see you naked and vulnerable has you panting, whining, crying for more. The pain of your sternum tattoo is easily forgotten.

Eddie fucks you for half an hour. Steve fills out the lines of your tattoo, then goes back over them again where they're not dark enough, pausing every so often to watch Eddie plow into you. At one point, you reach your hand between Steve's thighs and palm at him, feeling a rush as he bites his lip to keep from moaning. He whispers that you can take him out if you want. You do, and you haphazardly stroke his cock as he finishes the piece, surprisingly concentrated despite rolling his hips into your palm.

When the tattoo is finished, Steve steps away and lets you and Eddie finish as well. He leans against the counter as Eddie bends over you, his mouth latched to your neck as he rails you with unrelenting force until you cum around him, clenching him tightly and moaning as pleasure shakes your body; he follows close behind. You turn your head and watch as Steve touches himself, pulling on his cock until he reaches his own orgasm, spilling creamy ropes all over his stomach, thighs, and the floor. The skin between your legs is soaked.

Eddie helps Steve clean up while you come to your senses, laying on the bench in a dreamy, fucked out haze as Steve dresses your new tattoo and Eddie wipes the residue of sex off of you, himself, and the furniture. When you finally sit up, you look at Steve and laugh breathlessly, thanking him for a good time.

"How much do I owe you?" you ask.

He shakes his head.

"On the house," he says. He grins. "The private show was payment enough."

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stevesbipanic · 1 year

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It was supposed to be a one time thing.

Steve had always been in charge of feeding the kids, a self appointed position that didn't do anything to stop the mom jokes but Steve liked making sure his kids were happy and fed. He knew what it was like to come home from school and have to fend for yourself in terms of food, he didn't want that for the kids.

He had taught himself to cook and bake as he grew up, quickly getting tired of heating up spaghetti-os or TV dinners. His parents always left the house well stocked with ingredients even though they weren't there so he had to make do.

Steve liked baking things for the kids, he knew everyone's favourite cookie and cupcake flavour and made sure he made them if he heard one of them had had a bad day.

Max had been the one to ask him originally. The high school was having a bake sale and Max's mum wasn't around enough to give her the flyer and Max had asked him if he'd make those caramel brownies that she loves. He agrees as long as she learns to make them with him which she had happily agreed to.

To Steve's suprise his brownies had been a hit at the bake sale. There were a few stink eyes from some of the moms there but mostly there were big smiles and punched cheeks and "aren't you just the sweetest boy" from everyone there. The kids had nagged him for cash for the sale which they mainly used to get his brownies even though he'd told them he made extra at home.

After that, it just became a thing. Whenever there was a bake sale one or more of the kids came to ask him to make something for them, some half baked (excuse the pun) excuse as to why their own parents couldn't do it.

"Mum always burns her cupcakes."

"Dad says he only knows how to grill."

"I swear she put salt in them last time."

"Do you want to give the school food poisoning?"

"Yours are just better." Steve liked that one.

Soon the kids didn't even have to ask him, he had moms putting the flyer in his mailbox. Once he opened it to ten of the bright pink papers shoved in there. It wasn't even just bake sales. The PTA moms had practically adopted him and wanted him at all the school events, sports carnivals, school musicals, pep rallies. Everyone wanted Steve's baked goods.

"I swear you're at the school more than I was in all my senior years, Stevie."

"You're just jealous that the moms love me."

"I've always thought you're sweet, sweetheart."

Steve had even started experiment with his recipes. Robin and Eddie were more than happy to be his guinea pigs.

"Steve if I liked dudes I would marry you to eat this cupcake everyday."

"Fuck you Buckley I'M marrying him AND I'm getting to eat this brownie til I die!"

"You don't need to marry me for me to bake for you two."

"Yeah but then I'd get to brag to all the PTA moms that I have Stevie Harrington's sweet goods and sweet cheeks."

"EDDIE!"

Steve had been struggling with what he wanted to do with his life, he didn't go to college, he worked minimum wage and his parents had practically cut him off. It was at the last bake sale before spring break that one of the moms Steve had gotten close to approached him.

"Steve, honey?"

"Hey Mary, what can I do for ya?"

"Well, you know I'm in real estate and there's this sweet lil storefront down on Maple that recently flooded but it's got good bones just needs a lil love and I'm rambling but I saw it and I knew it would be perfect for you."

"Perfect for what ma'am?"

"For your bakery, hun!"

"Oh ma'am I'm not opening a bakery."

"Why not honey? Everyone loves your sweet treats and with the flooding the place is basically being given away, I didn't wanna sell it til I talked to you first, so what do you say?"

"Can I give you an answer first thing tomorrow."

"Sure hun, but don't wait too long, things like this don't come around often."

Steve had been pacing the apartment by the time Eddie got home from the shop.

"Stevie, baby what's wrong?"

Steve stopped pacing and turned towards his boyfriend.

"If you were really good at something and every said you were really good at something and someone gave you the opportunity to do that thing every day would you do it?"

"Um probably, do what you love and everything right?"

"Mary stopped me today and says there's this store that needs work but could be worth it and I could open my own bakery there Eds, mine, all me doing something for me, but money would be tight for a little while and I don't want to do anything rash and if you think it's not a good id—"

"STEVIE! Sweetheart breathe. Does baking make you happy?" Eddie had put his hands on Steve's shoulders trying to calm him.

Steve nods.

"Then do it baby. Sure money might be tight for a bit, but we have some savings, and I've got my job pretty stable now, so fuck it if it makes you happy of course I want you to do it."

Steve pulled Eddie into a hug whispering a soft thank you.

The following day Steve signed the deed for the shop on Maple St and Eddie and the party and Hopper and Wayne and the girls and everyone helped him him clean out the debris and put up new walls and paint until two weeks later it was finished.

Steve's Sweets was finally open. Robin had been hired to work the coffee to go with Steve's treats and the kids got part time jobs after school and on weekends working the register. Robin and Eddie still helped try out new recipes and soon the whole town knew about Steve's new store.

Steve still baked things for the school's bake sale but now he got to feed his friends and family and the whole town everyday and he was never happier.

#fluff #stranger things #stranger things s4 #steve harrington #st4 #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things season 4 #pta mum steve #mama steve #the party #baker steve #ficlet #steddie ficlet

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bettyfrommars · 8 months

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invisibleMan!eddie x fem!reader

I had a smut request from the dear @strangerfreak for invisible!eddie and reader having sex in front of a mirror as a blurb, but it's 1.8k, so, close enough. I mean, why not add Invisible Man Eddie to our list of fuckable Universal Monsters.

18+ONLY, smut, boyfriend!eddie, mechanic!eddie, use of baby as a pet name, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, sex in front of a mirror, mention of using an experimental drug. No use of y/n or she/her.

author's note: so much love to those who sent smut requests in already, and I'm always happy to receive them. The two in this lil fic are very much in love and they very quickly turned into favorites of mine. This was not proofread, be gentle.

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“How long will it last?” You asked, staring into the space that you guessed was your boyfriend, but all you could see was the open door to the hallway.

When he moved, you caught glimpses of what looked like water ripples in the air, but otherwise, your eyes danced over the space, unsure of where to land.

Eddie lifted his hand up in front of his face, kind of loving the way he couldn’t see himself—it was cool as hell.

“Only 24 hours, according to them,” he sat down on the bed next to you, and the only reason you knew that was because the mattress sank down and you could see the indentation where his butt was. “I hope it wears off by Monday, because I don’t know if the customers at work will take to it.”

The thought made you giggle. “Imagine wrenches and tire irons floating through the bay, seemingly unattended…”

“...an oil filter changing itself,” Eddie continued, finishing your sentence. Now, you were both laughing, and Eddie gave a little snort. You could feel him lean against you, could feel his calloused hand wrap around the back of your neck, and then you melted a little when he kissed the shell of your ear.

Money had been tight lately, and Eddie took the initiative to become a human guinea pig for a research facility specializing in supernatural powers. The pay was phenomenal, but there were obviously some major risks. He hadn’t told you he was going there after work, so you lost your mind a bit when you saw his van rolling up the road with no one behind the wheel.

“Oh wait, baby, watch this,” you felt him get up off the bed, and then you followed the imprints of his feet that appeared in the carpet to where his service coat hung on the door. A pack of smokes appeared in the air, and you watched in awe as a lighter lit a cigarette. It was as if you were in the presence of some animated Disney film.

Eddie inhaled and the tip glowed; you could see the smoke enter his lungs, and then puff out his nostrils when he gave another snort. “This is wild,” he returned to his seat next to you on the bed. You could tell he was giddy with that schoolboy enthusiasm. “I gotta get over to Steve’s later tonight and mess with him somehow.”

“I think this is the first time I’m actually grateful for your nicotine addiction,” you cupped your hand where you knew his jaw was to feel his warm flesh that your eyes kept telling you was not there. “I can tell where your face is now.”

The cigarette bounced in the air. “Do you wanna get high and have sex with your invisible boyfriend?”

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It was your idea to do it in front of the huge closet mirror, and Eddie loved you even more in that moment for suggesting it.

It was dark, and you lit a few candles while Eddie rolled the two of you a fresh joint. You could tell he was licking the side of it without seeing his tongue; you knew his rituals by heart.

He took a big drag, and once you brought it to your lips, you watched his vest and shirt fly onto the bed, and then you felt two warm, rough hands come up your sides to ease your shirt off. With your back against the bed, your legs were wide in front of the mirror, and Eddie kissed your stomach, up your chest, and along your neck, making a needy mew erupt from your throat, urging him on.

“Yeah?” He whispered in your ear as he unhooked your bra, allowing his thumbs to graze the tender nubs of your nipples. “Is it better when you can’t see me?”

“I hate it,” you found his mouth and kissed him deep. Your pussy thumped with an aching need as he rubbed you there over your jeans. “I miss my beautiful boy.”

“Here, gimme this,” he took the joint from you and smiled against your mouth. “Before you drop it and burn the place down.”

You palmed him over his jeans, mouth watering at how hard he was. “You wanna watch your cum fill me up, don’t you?”

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, and then he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you close, kissing you so that your tongues wrestled together as if they were fucking.

You watched invisible hands pull your jeans off, and then the rest of his clothes, including his boxers, clumped to the floor, heavy with wallet and chain. You knew his cock was bobbing in the air somewhere near, but thankfully you didn’t have to wonder for too long because his mouth was on you again.

When his two fingers sank into your hole, you whimpered and clenched around him.

“Fuck, I love you,” he murmured against your throat, and then you felt his head turn to look at what you could see in the reflection. Even though he was situated between you and the mirror, he could see you open for him, straining around the thickness of his digits. He could see your arousal trickling down, soaking wet to the carpet.

You found his curved length and twisted your hand around the head. “Let me taste your invisible cock,” you said with a hungry purr. You were both paying attention to the mirror show as he sank a third finger in, and Eddie bucked his hips against you at the sight.

“Wait, wait,” he gasped. “Let me try something.”

Your face was in his hair and you ran a few scratches down his back, imagining him there as clear as day.

He scissored his fingers inside you to watch it spread. “God, you’re so beautiful, I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You grabbed his face for another long, hard kiss while his fingers fucked into you. Eddie dove his cock into your grip over and over and you spit on the C-shape your hand was making to give it more slip.

He backed off and put his forehead to yours, breathing heavy, bringing his soaked fingers out to draw lazy circles on your clit. “I’m gonna cum like this if we’re not careful.”

“Mmmmh,” you hummed, stroking your thumb over his swollen, leaking tip. “I think it’s time we see what this monster can do in real time.”

He couldn’t get into position fast enough. Since you were on the floor, he yanked two pillows down off the bed to put behind your head and at your lower back. He held your legs up by your knees, but then checked the angle in the mirror and put your leg down, asking you to move your hips slightly.

“Maybe I should be invisible next time,” you joked.

“Please baby, don’t say that,” he brushed his lips over your knee. “I always want to be able to see you.”

From where he was, he didn’t have to turn his head too far to get a glimpse of the action, and you could see everything. In the reflection, you watched the way he wet the head of his cock in your folds, spreading them open, making your glistening lips flutter.

If not for his hissed curses and sounds of pleasure, you would’ve thought you were having a wet dream or being made love to by a ghost.

“So this is what it would be like to have sex with a ghost,” you mused aloud, feeling the weed hit you as Eddie sank deeper.

He grunted. “It’s good practice, in case I die first, I’m gonna haunt the fuck out of you.”

“Impale me with that ghost cock, baby,” you wiggled your tongue at him.

And, so he did.

He buried himself to the base with a groan, followed by your whimpers that coaxed him to swivel his hips.

“Holy shit,” Eddie turned his head and marveled at the way your hole expanded and he could see inside of you. The mix of your arousals began to foam a bit from the friction and Eddie’s hips moved faster.

You swiped your fingers over your clit, imagining Eddie’s hair hanging down his shoulders and his guitar pick necklace hitting against his chest with every thrust.

He eased back with a huff, pacing himself. "I’m so close,” you could hear him suck in his bottom lip.

“Don’t stop,” you hushed with a hitch in your breath and Eddie noticed you working your clit in a certain way—-you were close too.

“Oh, shit, okay,” he continued, glancing in the mirror only once more while he set a steady pace.

Your walls clenched and throbbed on him like a fist, making him mumble incoherently.

“I’m gonna cum so hard baby fuck—are you watching?” his thrusts stuttered and your eyes were glued to the mirror as you witnessed his seed coat your walls and drip down your ass as he pumped it in.

“Eddie!” The sight of it sent you into orbit and your walls milked him aggressively as the orgasm rolled through you like velvet firecrackers.

Eddie liked to watch your face when you came, but as the pleasure subsided, he turned to see what you could see.

“Fuckkk, that’s insane,” he mumbled, working his length in and out so he could watch the cum spill out and then get stuffed back in. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”

When he was done watching the show, he dropped his head to your shoulder and let himself slip out of your warm heaven. You found his hair and brushed your fingers through it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer until your bodies met and he let you have his weight.

“Baby, look,” you nudged him to notice the reflection again, and when he did, he saw you on the ground with your arms curled around nothing, like you were trying to hug the air. “Now you can go down on me in a public place and no one would know.”

He lifted his head up, and you tried to decide where his eyes were. “Can we try that tomorrow before this wears off?” He asked.

You leaned forward to kiss his mouth, but ended up kissing his nose. “Meet you at a table in front of the Sbarro in the food court tomorrow at 11. I’ll be sure to wear a skirt.”

“Damn, that reminds me,” he got to his feet abruptly and you felt drips of his release land on your stomach. “I need to go over and show this to Steve. So much to do before I lose my superpower.”

“I’ll drive, how about that?”

“Deal.”

#Eddie Munson fic #Eddie munson fanfiction #invisibleMan!eddie #invisible Eddie #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson blurb #mechanic!eddie #boyfriend!eddie #stranger things smut

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artiststarme · 10 months

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Steve never had too much experience with household pets. Dogs, cats, fish, Guinea pigs, his parents didn’t like any of them in their home. As such, Steve grew up in a petless home without any knowledge of how to care for them (Hell, he could hardly take care of himself).

But as soon as Dustin needed someone to babysit his cat while he and his mom visited family out of state, Steve offered his help. He might not necessarily know how to take care of Mews #2 but how hard could it be? It couldn’t be worse than babysitting 4-5 preteens while Hell ran down on them… right?

Wrong. Mews #2 was not a fan of his and she made it known. She screamed at the foot of the couch as he slept, she bit him whenever he tried to put her food down, and she scratched at his arms whenever he tried to move her away from his things. The cat hated him and he didn’t know why!

If he showed up to Eddie’s trailer two days into the ten day trip with Mews struggling in his arms and tears in his eyes begging for help, well that was no one’s business but his own and Eddie’s.

#Eddie takes care of the neighborhood strays so Mews immediately loves him #Steve is a dog person and it shows #Steve grows on Mews eventually but not soon enough to make the pet-sitting bearable #stranger things #steddie #headcanon #steve harrington #eddie munson #Mews the cat #dustin henderson

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powderblueblood · 4 months

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How about Lacy finding Eddie's writing? 🤭

need you to imagine me listening to a fifth of beethoven from the saturday night fever soundtrack whilst writing this because i became insane and filled it with Clues.............

it's like trying to understand the fucking zodiac killer.

it's all codes and ciphers and scrawls and-- well, she thought she might have been reading that one upside down but it's actually indecipherable any way you twist it.

and it's not like any of it is even written on paper either. torn open cigarette packs, napkins, burger wrappers from the diner. one time a leaf.

because eddie's not like lacy in the way she keeps a journal but eddie's like lacy in that if he's roundhoused with a thought that he needs to remember, he's got to write it down now immediately pronto on any available surface.

which is pretty pointless, since he keeps losing all this garbage and she has to pick it up after him.

she bears over the spread of scraps like an fbi agent, palms braced to the table. there's a thread here, but she can't quite untangle it. she's staring at a pile of shit that says shit like

crabs incident-- bruised like a peach worth biting-- violet like violence??

red tights. tingly. carnelian little carnivore.

track two. treasure.

persephone's hall pass.

seventh grade & as many minutes in limbo. shoulda ripped off band aid.

mage in a mink coat.

well, that last one--

"you dumpster diving now? hard times."

fuck! fuck. told you, rat blood. appearing out of nowhere with no noise no notice to then become the loudest thing in the room. he's like thunderclap, this fucko, like a spontaneous combustion.

he also doesn't even recognize his own handwriting, seems like. she blushes, furious. doesn't know why.

"community service. they have me picking up the trailer trash's trailer trash."

"snitty!" he shoves the bag of chips he's holding at her--an offering, he can't do anything normal around her--and reaches for one of the scraps. lacy watches him like a scientist watching a guinea pig for brain activity-- and his eyes go all wide and panicky. "wait."

"eddie-- hey!" but he's scrambling now, going for all the little pieces of writing she'd been trying to arrange on the table like a pointless puzzle. "don't--"

"where'd you get all this shit, huh?! going through my pockets now, is that it? like a cop?"

"i-- hey, don't you fucking dare-- look, you shed!"

"i shed?"

"you shed. you've got shit falling out of that stupid, enormous nerd binder every goddamn day because you just shove shit in there and don't organize anything, and i wasn't gonna stand around and let you just litter everywhere and--" now it's her turn to be like. wait. crosses her arms, eyes narrow, she's mother superior serving nailed ya bitch. "--why are you all skittish?"

"huh?"

"it's just-- trash, right?" she snatches a burger wrapper out of his grasp. oh this is delish.

"yeah," he grabs, but she's holding it behind her back and god her face is like stupid smirky, "but it's my trash. my--giveit--private... trash."

eddie munson is blushing.

"who's the mage?"

"the fucking.... the what?"

little crinkle as she unfolds a piece torn off a brown paper bag. "mage in a mink coat. who's that?"

"nobody."

"i have a mink coat."

"oh. does that really say mage? 'coz it should say mange." he's such an asshole. she's grinning so wide.

everyone says revenge is a dish best served cold but she bets she could use eddie munson's cheeks as a hotplate and eat right off 'em. it'd taste so much better. lobster bisque. filet mignon. michelin star.

"have you been writing about me, munson?"

his face is all stone-set, mouth all i can't fucking believe this and eyes all i'd cut the brake lines in her van if she wasn't the one scamming rides off me all the time. "li'l miss my life is incomplete without eddie munson wants to talk?"

"called you a neanderthal in the next sentence. don't forget that."

"you're such a beastie."

"carnelian little carnivore, you wrote."

"what makes you so sure it's all about you, huh?"

"context clues."

he glances down. she is, in fact, wearing the aforementioned tingly-feeling-inspiring red tights again today. shit.

"what happened in seventh grade?" she's pointing to the scrap in his hand, one he's managed to keep out of her snatchy little fingers.

she doesn't remember anything significant about seventh grade. but he does, and a knot tightens in his chest and he's about to lie and say something crass about my fist, a stopwatch and a view of you from underneath the bleachers at cheerleading practice-- then final bell rings.

"that is for me to know--"

"--and for me to die ignorant?" she's an active listener.

"precisely, you wench. now get the fuck outta here, i got hellfire."

lacy leaves the scraps.

"i will find out, y'know."

he knows. "you're like a bitch with a bone that way."

"the bitchiest."

#powder room talk #Anonymous #eddie munson x reader #hai brainrot #e. munson by powder #blurbs #honestly i thnik this helped me get out of my tiny writer's block for next chapter so THANK YOU i WILL be referencing back to this #lacy_as_charlie_day_as_charlie_kelly_pepe_silvia.gif #love u so much nonny #also-- i have to add that these dont reference eddie's 'dear whoevers' in the chapters bc i feel like that's his internal monologue #more than Writing Anything Down. my nonsensical shorthand king <33333333 #l. doevski by powder

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urhoneycombwitch · 2 months

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id like to take girldad!Eddie by his scruff and toss him into the den of wolves (lulu and their followers)

Something about Eddie with a little baby girl that's basically the spitting image of him and has him wrapped around his little finger has me in love. Of course it was a toxic relationship at first because she liked to get his curls in her tiny, impossibly strong grip and not let go, but after Eddie learned to wear his hair up (or cut it RIP) it's all smiles and giggling and playing. And she gets so excited when he comes home from work, shuffling her little chubby legs across the floor to army crawl to his feet

He definitely does all the father daughter stuff when she gets older and has gone through the right of passage when she borrows reader's makeup and gives Eddie a makeover, bringing back the 80s bright blue eyeshadow look on his lids and putting as many butterfly clips as she can in his hair

oh god oh god oh god

him with a baby that has his hair... all wild and curly but it's on a tiny bobblehead with chunky cheeks that you both can't help but KISS KISS KISS all the time bc she's the loveliest baby ever!!!

she's a daddy's girl for sure. loves her mama obviously but there's nothing to compare to the way she lights up when she hears her daddy's footsteps at the door! all excited screeches and dimpled hands reaching up for Eddie as soon as he comes in, and he's desperate to oblige. props his little girl up on his hip and has a full conversation about their respective days- even tho she's too young for words and mostly communicates in garbling babble Eddie swears he can understand her <3

and yeah he'd be the best teen girl dad :') went through so much angst himself in the 80's he's de facto advice-giver for his kid and all her friends, too. happily lets himself be the guinea pig for any makeover stuff his daughter wants to try (including a few disastrous nights of home-kit bleach and hair relaxers)

#lu’s anons #e.m. thots from lu #eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson

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bisou-doux · 2 years

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Dating Eddie Munson

a/n: (Reader is 19, works at family video with Steve and Robin) Was this totally self-indulgent? Absolutely. (Reblogs and comments are much appreciated :))

Eddie makes you a D&D character in case u ever want to play one day

Begs you to make you own, “It’s fun! I swear.”

You start by sitting in on his campaigns after work and just watching and appreciating the story

You came to understand the game bit by bit and would lean in and whisper questions to Eddie throughout

Until one day you finally decide to play for real

Your character dies within the first 5 minutes but it’s cool bc now you can make a new one

Eddie’s disappointed his character for you died so quick, but when he sees how excited you are describing the character you came up with, he couldn’t be happier about it

You like to listen to him and his band practice

Just sitting around and admiring the way he looks so focused when he plays

Senior year, he tried to teach you guitar and you hated it bc you just couldn’t seem to get the hang of it

So he borrows his bandmate’s old bass figuring that it might be easier for you to learn

He goes crazy when, after a few weeks of practice, you play him a riff from a a Jimmy Hendrix song, and he just thinks you’ve never looked hotter

I mean, he’s just totally entranced by you

It actually made him kinda horny

For Halloween that year you went as Joan Jett and Eddie damn near lost his mind

The smudged black eyeliner is what really did it for him

He requested you do the same look for him

You though he looked unbelievably hot, but you would rather die than tell him that bc it would just fuel his ego

When you two started dating, you put eyeliner on him and painted his nails black and you couldn’t stop yourself from just pouncing on him

You get high together

A lot

He offers you the opportunity to be his fellow guinea pig when testing out new strains

You come with him to his drug deals

His funny little girlfriend perched near his shoulder (a/n not literally little so to speak)

Kicking leaves behind him as he does the deal

He likes to say you’re like a little bird

His nickname for you becomes birdie

His clients can’t help but be a little distracted by you

“Hey,” Eddies snapped, “eyes up here. Ignore her, she’s not part of this.”

You’ll butt in with a joke when you can tell the person is nervous

He likes to play with your hands

And your hair

You teach him to braid and he practices on you

Likes to wrap his arm around you and give you a squeeze

But he especially loves sneaking up behind you and grabbing you in a hug

He just loves your reaction to it:

You scrunch up your nose and smile, pretending to hate it and chiding him for taking you by surprise (but obv you adore it even though it does really make you jump)

His hands are just always on you in really subtle ways even if you yourself are not a very “touchy” person (a/n can you tell that I’m touch-starved)

He makes you a hellfire shirt

But you prefer to just borrow his bc it smells like him

But you just tell him its bc its been worn more so its softer

He complains that your shirt is a different size and tries to stretch it out in the wash

He ends up shrinking it in the dryer and now it’s a crop top

So at the next few Hellfire meetings, Eddie wore a shirt that was far too small on him

Needless to say, he was ruthlessly mocked by everyone

Especially Dustin.

you weren’t complaing though

He let you wear his dio vest and leather jacket just bc he likes to see it on you

He wants to get you into metal, so he’ll take you to record stores to just listen to tracks and then not buy anything

You spend half your time at the movie theater downtown, so you’re always sneaking him in to the theater to see new movies you think he’d enjoy and showing him your favorites down in your basement, getting so excited when your favorite scenes come on

He was never much of a movie guy, it’s hard for him to stay focused

It’s not that he isn’t interested, his mind just won’t calm down enough

But he tries for you and he ends up getting really into movies

He’s definitely not a film buff, but he’s learning to appreciate certain things like cinematography and sound design just from spending time with you and listening to you rant and rave about how good or bad a movie was

He did acid on one occasion and he had zero problems just staring at the cartoons on tv with you in his arms

He really doesn’t eat much that isn’t processed, frozen, or from a can

So you bring him leftovers from your mom’s cooking

You cook for him when you come over

You invite him over for dinner whenever you can

Your parents have no idea you two are together

but they still don’t let him up in your room unless the door is open

No biggie, he just sneaks through your window later

the absolute nerd that he is, he quoted Romeo and Juliet the first time you did this

like he memorized half a monologue

you threw at pillow at him

He’s just a big softie and when he looks at you he’s just the personification of the heart eyes emoji

If you made it this far thank you I love you here’s a treat:

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #dating eddie munson #headcannons #stranger things #eddie munson headcanons #st4 #stranger things 4 #Spotify #eddie munson fluff

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ally-holmes · 2 years

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Regular Customer | Steve Harrington x Reader (ch.4)

Series Masterlist.

Chapter Three – Chapter Five.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader|plus-sized!reader|nerd!reader

Word count: 4514

Regular Customer | Chapter Four.

The Upside Down version of the Wheelers' house was actually terrifying, and, as it turned out, stuck in November of 1983 when Will Byers went missing, apparently. Y/N was close to Eddie the whole time, he was the one she rely on when she felt dizzy or the pain in her knees made her unstable. He didn't mention it to the others, knowing she didn't want to be in the spotlight, but he was concerned. While Steve's wounds had been more or less attended to and wrapped up, Y/N's were still fresh and in the open, the bite on her shoulder was soaking her black shirt and the fabric was getting stuck into the flesh.

For a very short moment, when Steve started to yell Dustin's name, they thought he was insane, but there was an actual connection with the other side. They did their very best to communicate through the light and made up a plan to go back from a possible gate in Eddie's trailer. The Upside Down had as much gasoline as water, none. Therefore, they decided to cover the distance on the Wheeler's bicycles; unfortunately, they only had four and they were five so Y/N had to go with Eddie. He manifested his concern in whispers. Her arm and shoulder might be too weak to hold onto him, and her knees might not be able to sustain her body. There was no other option, though.

The road towards the trailer park was dangerously filled with mines that were those vines connected to Vecna. The time seemed to stop for them, the distance seemed to be way too long; but in the end, they made it to the trailer park and went through the gate on the ceiling.

"Of fucking course it was in the ceiling," she muttered under her breath.

"Need help going up?" Eddie asked into her ear.

"That would be humiliating. The fat girl can't climb the rope. I had enough of that in gym class, thank you very much."

"You're hurt."

"I can do it."

Eddie and Y/N had a silent argument with their eyes, the tension building between them. Robin cleaned her throat, "You two good?"

"Peachy." They answered in unison with sarcastic smiles on their faces. If the others didn't know the truth, they would've thought they were twins.

"Okay. Um… I guess I'm the guinea pig."

After Robin went through the gate, Y/N started climbing, bitting hard on her lips to stop the painful moans that her body produced. Eddie and Steve waited for her to go to the other side with a concerned look on their faces; she hadn't been as quiet as she tried to, and Steve knew that if his abdomen was burning, the shoulder should be killing her with that kind of effort. Eddie was next to climb. Everything was ready for Nancy to do the same when she entered a trance.

They burst into chaos.

Yelling, screaming and desperation consumed everybody. Max had been able to get free by music, and they might be able to do the same with Nancy if they find her favorite song. Would any other song help? Eddie had a pretty big collection of rock and metal tapes, plus a couple of ABBA tapes that belonged to Y/N. Eddie’d been working on some metal-rock versions of ABBA songs for Y/N's birthday; she loved some of ABBA's work. They could give her some Queen. Who doesn't like Queen, right? Would it help if the song was singed instead of reproduced on the walkman? Who knows!! They were terrified and the possibilities piled up, preventing them from finding a solution.

Luckily for them, and especially for Nancy, Vecna was using her as a messenger; he didn't have any intention of killing her.

Y/N questioned herself why Vecna had gone to Nancy when Max was just a few feet away in the other dimension. Max was his next victim, wasn't she? Then why postpone his master plan? Why let his main victim go and attack a girl who was irrelevant to him just to send a message?

"What do we do now?" Eddie broke the silence once everyone was in the true Hawkins. "We cannot stay here, man. With the gate and the town looking for my head…"

"My mom's working tonight. We could go to my trailer, rest, and make a plan or something." Max's proposal was accepted on the spot.

Max's trailer was more organized than Eddie's, with fewer caps and mugs decorating the walls, but with more empty alcohol bottles. Dustin and Lucas explained what had happened when the others were in the lake, while Nancy was still too shocked to talk.

Y/N brought Nancy a glass of water that the girl took without looking. "Steve, you should go and clean your wounds before they get infected. Do you have a first aid kit, Max?"

"I'm fine," Steve answered at the same time Max was saying that she didn't have one.

"Don't be stupid, Harrington. I need to go find my car. I have a first aid kit there. I'll be back in less than an hour."

"You can't leave!" Robin claimed.

"We can't do anything right now. It's late, we're hurt and tired. I just–"

"The police might be looking for us out there, Y/N. They could see you and–" Dustin tried to convince her, but she cut him off with a tired smile.

"I have it all under control my dear friend. Do not worry, Dustin."

"You're hurt," Steve stated, standing in the way of the door. "Not just hurt. Badly hurt. Really badly hurt. Stay here, rest, and we'll go to the car tomorrow."

"I think the darkness of the night gives me fewer chances of being caught by the police, don't you think pretty boy? Just stay here, get some food ready, clean yourselves, and help Nancy out. I'll go get my car and drive right back here. I have some clothes that might fit you, a first aid kit with painkillers and antibiotics we both would definitely need, and a sword. We cannot go back there unarmed."

"Wait… what? You have a sword?" Steve's shocking gestures made his hair fall into his forehead and she wanted to put that lock of hair away from his forehead with her hand so very badly…

"It's a long story I'm sure Eddie would be very please in telling you. Now, if you excuse me."

"Don't go alone. I'll go with you."

Why? Why was Steve so insistent on her wellbeing, on having her on sight? Why? Was it the protective motherly feeling Dustin claimed Steve was famous for? Was it that he was scared Vecna would do somebody else what he did to Nancy?

Steve was, in fact, worried. Y/N skin had taken an off tone. Her eyes seemed tired, and she had dirt and dried blood on her face, hands, and feet. Her glassy eyes could barely focus and her whole body seemed to be screaming in pain, ready to collapse. His heart was aching just looking at her.

"You're not much better, Steve." Her voice was barely a whisper, too tired to keep arguing.

"I'll go with you," Robin offered. "Eddie can't go, because he's the one the police and the town are looking for, right? So, they won't be looking for two girls. And if someone sees us we could, uh… I don't know, we could say we were looking for Eddie and fell or something. You've talked to the police about how you believe Eddie was kidnapped. We could play along. I'm not a great liar. I'm a terrible liar, in fact. But, hey, I could say I'm just terrified and scared and afraid… Which I am, by the way. And someone has to make sure you don't show rabies symptoms. Steve's going to be looked after here, but if you are alone in the woods and rabies hit it's better if I'm there, right? Right?"

"Right," Y/N nodded, enjoying too much Robin ramble.

"Robin, we're looking for someone who could take care of Y/N if she gets worse, not someone who tripped with her own shadow."

"Oh, ha-ha, very funny, dingus. I'm reliable. I–"

"Let's go, Robin," Y/N cut her. She looked at Steve until he moved to the side, unblocking the door. "She needs to burn some energy. We'll be fine."

"I'm not a dog!"

"Of course, not, Robin." Steve and Y/N said at the same time with the same deadpanned tone. It was cute and made Y/N's heart flutter.

Steve ran a hand through his hair and walked them to the door, waiting there until they disappeared. Robin seemed to be talking, gesturing with her hands and moving her head. Y/N listened, walking as fast as Robin but with more effort in each step.

"Hey, Steve. Are you alright?" Dustin asked him.

"I don't know."

"That was pretty badass, you know? What you did." After her unstoppable ramble got her tired, Robin finally found a conversation she really wanted to have. Truth is, she'd been noticing Y/N's increasing limping as they walked, and she thought that maybe making her talk would help her not to think about her pain.

"What did I do?"

"Going after Steve, for starters. Well, I actually think all the Jason Carver's framing is amazing too. And the knife on Steve's throat. Girl, you got me there. That was, like, the most amazing thing I've seen in my life. Like a total ninja. And I got inside a Russian base and got drugged by the way. I know what I'm talking about. So… Yeah, I– I was scared. I don't think I would've jumped after Steve. Not that I don't love him enough or anything. I do love him. Platonically. With a capital p. I just– I don't know, I think if it had been only us I would have gone back to Dustin and made a plan. But you jumped. And Nancy jumped. And it was me and Eddie there and I couldn't just let all of you get hurt, so I jumped too. And it was, like, insane. Totally insane."

"I concur."

"No, like, wow insane. You were on top of Steve, covering him from the demobats with your own body. A huge demobat was biting your shoulder and you were quiet. Really. Not a sound. It was bitting you and tangling its tail on your arm to make you stop helping Steve but you didn't mind. You kept helping him. You only screamed when Eddie and I pulled the demobat out of you. That– That blew my mind."

"It's all a bit foggy for me, to be honest."

"You're a total badass."

"Thank you, Robin."

"And you have a sword! Do you know how to use it?"

"Yeah, I go to a fencing academy in Indianapolis. It's elitist and uncomfortable, but I don't go there for the people exactly."

"Oh, yeah, sure. I totally forgot you have money. Isn't that weird?"

"Maybe because I'm not like Steve."

"Steve's good."

"Now. He was an asshole in high school and you know it."

"Yeah. Steve 'the hair' Harrington. I was surprised to find out that he's not that bad. We used to work together at Scoops Ahoy in the mall–"

"I know."

"You do? You never came when he was working?"

"Precisely. Eddie used to drive me there encouraging me to go in there and talk to him, but it was impossible. The moment I thought about it my brain got quiet in panic mode, I was unable to speak. If it wasn't because you were working with him in Family Video as well I would've probably been unable to rent any VHS. I'm way too shy."

"But now you talk to him! And you're a badass and all."

"And not his type at all." Y/N glanced at Robin with a shy, sad smile. "I probably shouldn't have, but I overheard you two talking about me. It's ridiculous, really. I was leaving and I thought 'hey, I've been crushing on him for four years, and now I'm finally talking to him, I should bit the bullet and ask him out' you know? I thought, what could go wrong? I was expecting the negative anyway, but it hurt. It hurt knowing I wasn't as subtle as I tried and that he knew how I felt and that he didn't feel the same and– God, why am I crying now?" She stopped, turned away from Robin, and tried to contain her tears.

"I'm sorry."

"Not your fault, Robin." She turned to the other girl again and gifted her another tired smile. "It just is what it is. I can't force someone to love me back. That won't do."

Y/N resumed walking before Robin did.

"Wait. Holly shit. Oh my God. No way. Absolutely no way. Y/N, tell me you're not in love with Steve."

"Don't worry, it'll pass. Have you seen how he looks at Nancy? And the way Nancy is flirting with him? Yeah… They were very cute in high school."

"I don't know. Maybe it's the whole trauma and the situation. Nancy is worried about Jonathan. Maybe she feels safe with Steve or something, helps her not to think about her boyfriend and what could have happened to him. It might not mean anything!"

"I know, and that's worse. Steve loved her. Truly. She left with Jonathan and if he was here, she wouldn't be paying attention to Steve. Dustin told me all the story one day he was bored. Is she playing with him now? Is she emotionally cheating on Jonathan? What's going on? I don't know, and neither do they. The point is that until Jonathan shows up, Nancy and Steve are going to flirt, to wake up their past love, and, who knows, maybe they ended up together again for a few years, or maybe she leaves him alone once her boyfriend's back and Steve is alone again, heartbroken again. I don't like that option. Do you?"

"Not particularly, no. I know that Nancy was pretty big for him, but they broke up in the October of 1984, it's been ages. I do–"

"There's my car."

"I do believe you have a chance. Y/N, hey, wait." Robin stopped her from reaching for her car and looked her straight in the eyes. "Steve's looking for the love of his life. It wasn't Nancy. I don't know Nancy and Jonathan personally, but I believe they're like the perfect couple from the movies. And I truly believe that Steve deserves that kind of love in his life."

"I believe we all do, Robin."

"My point is that when I barely knew you from school and Family Video, I thought you were exactly what Steve needed. You're cute, your taste in movies is unbeatable, Dustin keeps talking about how cool you are, how fun you are, how smart you are… And, gosh, you looked at Steve with such doe eyes it was unbearable to watch. And now this! You are all those things and also a criminal mastermind who is framing a violent jock of massive murder to save your friend, and– and– and also a total badass that didn't even flinch when a creature from another dimension was bitting her shoulder because she was too busy saving someone, and that hasn't complained about her pain in the last hours even when she's probably ready to collapse. You're perfect!"

"Not his type, though."

"You are!! That's what I'm talking about. You totally are his type, he's just scared. The last time he dated someone who he truly cared about, who was really his type, she left him for Jonathan Byers."

"What do you expect me to do? Why are you telling me all of this?"

"Patience. Don't give up just yet. Please."

Y/N nodded, hating how her hopes were increasing with Robin's naïve plead. "Get in the car."

She expected that driving would be easier to walk in her state; she was mistaken. She endured her dizziness and the stubbornness of her eyelids that kept trying to fall, keeping her eyes closed for her to sleep.

In the trailer park, Nancy had cleaned herself, changing into Max's mother's clothes while Steve had cooked a big pot of mac and cheese. Robin helped Y/N carry a backpack from the car's back seat while Y/N took what seemed like a toolbox and the famous sword.

"Did anybody die while we were away?" She asked the room.

"My tongue had. This is tasteless," Erica complained about the food.

"Hey, you were the one who said that wanted mac and cheese."

"I thought it was something you couldn't mess up. I was mistaken."

"Erica, please, stop," Lucas begged his little sister.

"You, Steve, go wash. This is the first aid kit, and in the backpack, there're some clothes Eddie kept in my place. It should fit."

"Is that the sword?" He asked dumbfounded.

The sword's scabbard was made of dark-colored leather, with straps to be worn on the hips or attached to the back. Y/N smiled at her audience and draw her sword like an old knight enjoying the metal sound the blade did against the scabbard, clean and elegant. The blade reflected the light of the room. It was stunning.

"It's beautiful," Max gasped.

"Thank you. I'm sure it would look even better against Vecna's neck."

As she expected, everybody wanted to take a closer look at the sword, so she let them take it warning them that it was sharp. Steve cut a thin line on his thumb, as might be expected. He had barely touched the blade, barely a brush, but it was enough to cut.

Deciding that she could use the shower first, she grabbed some clothes from the bag and made her exit, only to be stopped by Eddie, who whispered against her ear, "I'm going to be honest with you sweetheart, the image of you with that sword is a turn on even for me."

"I don't want to know what happens in your pants, Eddie. It's fun to know your kinks, though."

He winked at her and let her go.

A couple of hours later, the kids were asleep on any surface available. Nancy had fallen asleep against her will, too tired to keep fighting the sleep, in a chair. Robin and Eddie were still awake discussing music in whispers while Steve and Y/N were under the kitchenette's bright light. Steve was wearing one of Eddie's soft sweatpants and was shirtless, enduring the cures Y/N was giving him. She had everything in her toolbox-like first aid kid. She was wearing latex gloves while treating his wounds and had covered each of the bites on his torso with efficiency.

"They tore the skin. If the cut was clean I could suture it. Sorry."

"Don't apologize, you're the one fixing me."

She hummed in agreement leaving his abdomen to focus on his neck. It was going to bruise for sure, but the cut wasn't too deep. Steve was looking at her face. Her hair was still wet from the shower, away from her face, giving him a clear view of the bruise on her cheek and the cut on her bottom lip, both gifts from Jason Carver. She had a scratch on her other cheek, probably from one of the demobats. She was wearing a metal-band t-shirt that belonged to Eddie and that fitted her, although she had wished it was bigger on her. From where he was, Steve could see the cloth that she had applied to her shoulder, always putting someone else's cures as a priority. She was beautiful. Steve had noticed this before, of course, but he never admitted that that beauty affected him. Now he was unable to keep lying to himself. She was too close to him; he could count any beauty marks on her skin. He could even count the eyelashes that framed her beautiful eyes.

"Thank you," he whispered. Her eyes got up from his neck to his eyes, and he felt the time stop. "For everything. You didn't have to do anything you did today, but you did it. You saved me. Thank you."

Her eyes moved like she was searching for something in his. "My pleasure. It's done now. You can cover."

Y/N gave him space feeling her face heating violently. She took the gloves off and prepared a few painkillers and antibiotics, and gave Steve after he had put another metal-band t-shirt on. It was a little loose on him. A pang of self-consciousness hit Y/N strong in the gut. She pulled the hem of her shirt down in a tick to try to cover her body.

"I'm going to the bathroom to attend to my wounds. Take that with some water and try to sleep. Max has set the alarms at six."

"I could help you. Uh… If you want. I could help you with, um, with that. The wounds. I might not be a doctor like you," he joked, "but I've been beating up more often than not. I know how to do it."

"It's fine, I can do it."

"I want to help you. Really. I'm good."

"Steve…"

She didn't want to take her shirt off in front of him and that was the only way he could help her with her wounds.

"Are you uncomfortable with me?" He asked seriously.

"I'm uncomfortable with myself," she muttered. She didn't expect Steve to hear it, but he did.

"You don't have any motive for that. None at all," he looked at the space in the trailer.

Max and Erica were in Max's mother's bedroom down the hall, while Lucas and Dustin were in Max's mattress on the living room floor next to the kitchenette. All asleep. Nancy was still asleep in a chair and Eddie and Robin were whispering by the couch. Steve locked eyes with Eddie for a second.

"If you feel uncomfortable with me, at least let Eddie do it. I don't think you should do it yourself. You might have wounds on your back."

"Eddie?"

"Yeah. Eddie Munson."

She looked at Steve, really looked at him. She cocked her head to the side, narrowed her eyes, and gave him a once-over, head-to-toe, and head again. "He told you?"

"Yeah."

"And you're fine with him being… you know?"

"Is it that surprising? I'm starting to feel offended."

"Sorry. No. It's just…" but she seemed astonished. Like he had done something amazing, some big quest that made him deserve the big pleased smile she gifted him. "It ain't easy being like him."

"I know. I'm not queer, so I don't really know how hard it must be, but I do know that the town– the people aren't too open-minded. Anyway, your wounds."

She took a deep breath. There was something burning between them. The way he was looking at her, talking to her, offering his help… Or maybe her brain was full of Robin's wishes and she had lost her commonsense.

One way or another, they ended up in the small bathroom of the trailer with the door open. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and took her shirt off. Steve, who had carried the first aid kit after taking his pills, covered his hands with gloves and got ready to help her.

He didn't want to make her uncomfortable by looking at her body too much, but he couldn't take his eyes away from her. Her bra was cute and seemed comfortable; he wasn't an expert, but Robin had the audacity to complain to him about how painful one of her bras was in the past and gave him a lesson about bras. Steve chuckled.

"Sorry. I'm just remembering the longest hour of my life. Robin lectured me about bras," he explained, afraid his chuckle had offended Y/N.

"It's fine."

"Let's see the bigger wound."

Pulling the cloth away from the flesh, she gasped, closing her eyes in pain. He said encouraging words while focusing, frowning and pursing his lips in concentration. The wound covered everything from the curve of her neck to the bra strap. It looked angry and fresh. Steve was as careful as he was able to, blowing air, hoping it would calm the sting sensation, and muttering apologies every time she gasped, moaned, or cursed under her breath because of the pain.

With the big bite on her shoulder covered, he attended to the couple of bites she had on her back. The demobats must have bitten her in the fight. The only thing that had prevented those wounds from being bigger might have been the clothes. He put some ointment on the bruises and scabs that the tail left on her arm. That tail must have pulled the fabric giving the demobat free range of flesh on her shoulder. She had a big bruise on her ribs.

"When did you get this?" He brushed his fingers on the spot. Her skin broke into goosebumps and Steve could've sworn that they were contagious.

"It might be Carver's."

"That was dangerous. He's desperate."

"So am I." She put the shirt on, pulling it from the hem again.

"I get it. I do. I'm still worried, though. Now, stay still."

He cured the scabs that she got on her fingers while trying to set him free. With that done, Steve held Y/N's face up with a hand on her jaw. His eyes wandered by her face. She was so close. It would be so easy to break the distance and kiss her. Just brush her lips with his and– No. His mind was a disaster at the moment, and if he kissed her without really meaning it, he would lose her forever. Carefully, he cured her lip and the scratch on her cheek.

"All set. I'm not that bad, huh?"

"I guess."

The awkwardness between them was kind of cute.

"What about your legs? Good?"

"Sore, mostly. I don't have bruises or wounds. I just need the painkillers and rest."

"Then go. Tomorrow is going to be a big day."

Y/N left the bathroom and Steve closed the door, still inside. He took off the gloves and splashed some water on his face. Maybe Robin was right. If he had given Y/N a chance before, he would've known her, better than just with her short visits to the store. Since Friday that Vecna killed Chrissy Cunningham, Steve had known Y/N better and better, and she kept surprising him.

A fucking sword, for God's sake.

When he got out, Eddie and Y/N were cuddling, sitting on the couch with their legs stretched into the coffee table. Robin was next to them and gestured to Steve to sit next to her and cuddle her to sleep. That’s exactly what he did.

To be continued...

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hawkinshighdropout · 2 years

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Waiting For The Snake.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Eddie has a crush on the girl who works in the pet store, so he visits daily just to admire her and try and work up the courage to speak to her. You've noticed him around, so you take the chance to surprise him, and well? He's surprised!

Warnings: No warnings, this is pure and silly fluff content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by @boomhauer. “Hmm…🤔🤔 a request, eh? Eddie ends up adopting a snake/Guinea pig/ferret just because he likes to go to the local pet store to see the cashier but has not earthly idea how to take care of one? Idk 😅?”

Word Count: 1.3k

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Saturday afternoons were the busiest days for you at work, your shop was overflowing with families looking for a pet to fill the void, nothing but the sound of birds chirping, cats meowing, Guinea pigs squeaking and children screaming cutting through the chaos. Usually, you would work at the front desk, checking out the customers or answering any questions that beady eyed children had, but due to it being the weekend, you were constantly running around in circles fetching things or helping people or even comforting animals who were traumatised by heavy handed thumb suckers.

You were currently in the open display enclosure with the rabbits that you had for sale, tidying up the mess that the crotch goblins had made and making sure to give the animals extra love as you apologised on behalf of the unruly customers for how the animals got manhandled. Animals? You loved. Children? Not so much. Darkness catches the corner of your eye, glancing up from where you were to see the handsome guy that comes in here daily. He never bought anything, he just looked around before leaving, your brows scrunching a little as he seemed sadder than usual.

Putting the rabbit down to let it continue hopping around, you dust off your work pants and climb out of the enclosure, deciding that today would be the day that you spoke to the lonely stranger, you felt the urge to turn his frown upside down as he was far prettier when he smiled.

“Welcome to PetSmart!” you announce to the back of the stranger, clapping your hands just once to gather his attention, a snort escaping you as the poor guy jumps out of his skin and shrieks whilst stumbling back from you in surprise.

“Holy shit, you scared me!” he groans, looking apologetically at a nearby family for the interruption and foul language, narrowing his eyes at you as you couldn’t contain your cackle of laughter.

“Easy, Tiger. I’m just seeing if you need any assistance.” You counter, hands up in the air in defence to try and make yourself appear less scary.

“N-no, I’m good… thank you.” He mumbled, voice a little wobbly as his cheeks turned pink and he became a little flustered.

“Are you sure? You come in here every single day without buying a thing, either you’re a shitty thief or you are a little lost” you joke, folding your arms together over your chest as you smirk in his direction.

It took him a second or two to gather himself before he cleared his throat and flipped a switch inside of him, fake confidence oozing from him as he pointed behind him mindlessly.

“Actually, I know what I want. Just had to be sure, you know? I want one of these..” he gestured to one of the Corn Snakes behind him, smug grin on his face.

“Corn Snake, hm? I would have taken you for more of a black cat kinda guy…” you chuckle, playfully mocking his dark and gothic choice of clothing. You thought he was cute, so there was no malice behind your words whatsoever.

“S-snake?!” he stuttered, whipping his head around to see the small snake slithering about inside of the cage, gulping nervously before trying to play it cool, “Uh.. yes, one of them…”

Stepping aside, you take the key from your belt loop and unlock the enclosure door with a smile, being careful to encourage the snake to come out. Patiently watching as the orange reptile wrapping itself around your palm as your free hand shuts and locks the door so the other snakes don’t escape. You hold your hand out towards the taller man but sense his tense and uncomfortable disposition.

“If you hold out your hand, I can let him wrap around you and you can see him better for yourself…” you smile, trying to soothe him as he was on edge.

“I, I’m good—I’m good actually, yeah.” He’s stumbling over his words as his head shakes quickly in disagreement, it was clear that he had no intention to hold the snake, let alone purchase one.

“Alright, show’s over, big boy.” You whisper to the tiny snake in your hand, unlocking the door and making sure it was safely in its bed before you lock the enclosure again.

“How about we try something a little… fluffier?” you suggest, he nodded his head quickly in agreement whilst tripping over his feet to follow as you lead him towards the Guinea Pigs. Climbing over the barrier and taking a seat amongst the adorable squeaking animals, you watch as he nervously sits down close to you, the animals soon scurrying over to him and giving him attention. He seems to relax in this pen, causing the corners of your lips to tug up into a fond smile.

“So, tough guy. What’s your name?” you ask, passing him a handful of spinach that he can feed them, watching fondly as he is doing well with them.

“I’m Eddie, sorry, I didn’t think to introduce myself..” he mumbles whilst stroking a guinea pig and cooing over how it munches down on the green.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you,” you sigh softly, welcoming the break of hanging with someone your age as opposed to the screaming children you normally have to talk down to, “So, which one of these guys are you gonna take home with you?”

“Uh… I’m not sure, I have no fucking clue how to take care of these things and I don’t wanna get them killed just ‘cause I’m a dumbass..” he pouts, scratching the fur of the ginger in his lap.

“Don’t worry, I can get you setup. We can go through all of the things you’ll need, and we send you home with a bunch of flyers and cheat sheets on how to take care of them. Plus, our phone number is on the back so you can call us if you’re unsure of something,” you reassure him, lightly bumping your shoulder to his own to comfort him.

“I dunno, I live in a trailer with my uncle so I’m not even sure that we’ve got the space, might have to wait until I move out and find an apartment after I graduate.” He confesses.

“That’s not a problem, you’re already making good decisions if you’re willing to pass on one of these sweethearts because you can’t provide them with their ideal living conditions. You’re already steps ahead of half the families that come in here, they’re so reckless” you groan in annoyance, wishing people had more respect and love for animals. They were part of the family, not just some toy they can get bored of.

“Munson and good decision making in the same sentence? Well, I’ll be damned.” He snorts, tilting his head up a little to grin over at you, which you respond with a simple fond eye roll.

“Oh, shut up,” you groan playfully, “I’m sure you’re far better than you even give yourself credit for!”

“You’d be surprised…” he smirks, focusing his attention back down on the pet in his arms, seeming to have taken a liking to this little guy in particular.

“You know… We have a part time job going at the minute? You could fill out an application and I could put in a good word for you? It would give you the experience and responsibility of taking care of animals without the fear of having to do it alone at home?” you suggest.

“Wait, really?!” he seemed surprised that you would go out of your way to do something for someone you had just met.

“Totally! You’d have to learn to deal with the snakes and lizards, though… You’ve gotta learn to take care of all the animals we sell, not just the cute ones. But don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand and keep you safe…” you giggle, loving how flustered he became.

“Where do I sign up?!” he blushes.

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ofauroragillenkerk · 11 months

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Aurora was standing in the small bathroom of her family's trailer, oversized band tee and short shorts on. The weather was starting to heat up in Hawkins and that meant it was stuffy in their home, just a slight breeze coming from the cracked window. Over the past few weeks, Rora was trying to master some of the basic hairstyles that were taught by her from some of the neighborhood hairdressers. Beauty school was simply way too expensive for her but if she was able to get a basic understanding of the craft, she could take clients in her own home and make an honest living from it. But, she needed to practice first before anything could be considered perfect. Eddie just so happened to have the perfect hair texture and length to be her guinea pig.

"When I'm done with you, you're going to have the best hair in town. It'll look banging, I promise," she lets out a giggle, taking a quick drag from her cigarette before placing it back on her ashtray that was seated by the window. "I promise you're in good hands, you'll look extra hot at your new show at The Hideaway, you'll have groupies lining out the door."

@edhellfire

#convo;#convo; edhellfire

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smolcuriouskitten · 2 months

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[ Empathy... Which Is to Say, Milk ]

( Eddie Brock / Venom )

The muffled screams of the misguided mob enforcer who'd thought to threaten a wandering San Francisco journalist in the middle of the night had been so viscerally satisfying to Venom. There was nothing quite like the sound of a bad guy knowing he was being eaten alive right as it was happening. Of course, They couldn't allow the sound to reach anyone else's ears, but They were all too happy to have it for Themselves -- along with the enforcer himself.

But as They had flensed him down to his skeleton and then discarded him, along with his tacky suit, to one side of the alleyway, a sound on the opposing side caught Their attention. A sound issuing from a closed dumpster. Unmistakable and sad. It was the sound of a kitten mewling.

A guttural grunt issued from the black-skinned behemoth as They swept across the alley and ripped the lid open. Inside, They were confronted with the sight of a clearly injured feline lying atop a pile of bags that hadn't quite been stacked high enough to reach the top. There was no way the little black coffee-colored cat would have been able to escape on its own.

"Oh. Oh, you poor thing."

The threatening rumble of Their contrabass voice and the vicious talons on the ends of Their fingertips were in direct contrast to the way They gently offered Their enormous arm down to the kitten, palm up and open, scooping it gingerly up into Their palm. After a cursory check (female, no collar, no obviously horrid injuries, and oddly trusting of such a creature as They), They brought the little quadruped to Their broad chest and stroked its head with Their opposing hand.

"Who would toss such a wondrous creature aside?" They mused. Then They scoffed. "Never mind. A considerable, yet truly pathetic cross-section of this diseased world would do exactly that." With another stroke of the kitten's ears, They looked down at Their new minuscule friend. "You have nothing to fear now, girl. We will take care of you."

A scant few minutes later, atop a downtown apartment building not so far from the Golden Gate, the Lethal Protector was nowhere to be seen -- but Eddie Brock was leaving behind the nighttime chill of the rooftop in favor of the descending stairwell, with the stray kitten still in hand. "Getcha all set up," he murmured, not expecting she would understand a word of it, but hoping that she would understand his intent.

Eddie's entry into his apartment was apparently not fast enough for his Other's liking, however, as the moment the human had the door open, a thick black tentacle was already extruding from his shoulder and pulling open the refrigerator door. From it, the tendril withdrew a jug, while another tentacle sought out a bowl to pour it into. A veritable river of milk splashed into the vessel.

"Hey, take it easy with that," Eddie protested, "she's small, we don't wanna overwhelm her, right? She's not gonna drink her body weight. Sides, I need some'uh that to keep the edge off all the chocolate You eat."

The voice of his Other echoed in his mind rather than aloud. It is a gift, Eddie, and the more volume and mass of a gift one sees, the less one suspects entrapment or other ill intent. This is important especially when one is frightened and alone.

Before the Klyntar was even finished with His returned admonition, He was already setting the bowl on the floor, and Eddie was kneeling beside it to set the kitten down. He gave her another affectionate stroke across her head. "Well... hope you like whole milk, girl, 'cause it's what We got, an' apparently plenty to spare."

How she loves her sister and being the guinea pig but she will be damned if it isnt inconvient at times. Renelle normally does certain magicks on her sister that doesnt result in any drastic change, maybe longer nails, eyelashes, or even a hair color change. This time, it locked Rocky in her kitty form and now she had to navigate back home. Ren lived in a city and she offered for her sister to stay but she refused.

The way home would be easy to navigate, after all, whats the worse that could happen? Next thing she knew as shes walking back home, some adults began to yank and throw her about in painful ways, it ended with her in a trashcan when they got bored. Her leg was broken but other than that she was okay. She could only muster a few meows since she couldnt get out of the can herself.

Just when she thought the night couldnt get any worse, she heard a commotion coming. What the hell is going on?! After awhile, the noise stops but she would be damned if the lid being ripped away didnt scare her. She meows loudly at the big black blob thing with big teeth, scared and immediately on edge. This was until she could smell a person and they werent hostile despite their appearance. Slowly she calms down once a blob hand is offered to her, which she sniffs and slowly moves onto it. She hears their voice and meows as a 'thank you', trying to ignore the 'stickiness' of the person. Or thing.

The head strokes made her forget momentarily, closing her eyes as she purrs. Now she just hopes this thing wont eat her or hurt her, even if they were nice. Soon arriving at an apartment, she was surprised to see a human take its place with a soft mew nose. So her assumption was correct! A few bumps from her nose as thanks for the help, she watches as a tentacle thing grabs a bowl with milk.

Her heart was warmed and she was thankful for the help given to her, a soft meow left her lips as shes let down. Slowly approaching the milk and sniffing it, once assuming it was safe, she began to lap away at it. Her ears fluttered and her tail waved happily at the treat, purrs filling the air. Now how was she going to tell them what she was?

#playing with yarn: {ic}#{tysm for sending this in!!}

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