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curiositydooropened · 4 months

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Late Checkout • Teaser

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A writing retreat at an exclusive 5-star ski resort. A New Years Eve party in the moody lodge bar. A handsome heir. A bratty bad boy. A snowstorm blocking every guest from the outside world.

Pairing: Rich!Steve Harrington x Writer!Reader, Eddie Munson x Writer!Reader

Wordcount: 1328

Warnings and Tags: Modern AU, femme!reader, strangers to lovers, angst, smut, voyeurism, fantasizing, longing, isolation, snowstorm, skiing, writer's block, murder, blood, gore, recreational drug and alcohol use. This is an 18+ blog, minor DNI please and thank you. Please check chapters for further warnings.

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Your thoughts drifted back out to the veranda. Sun poured over the mountain side and bounced off stark white snow. Golden rays cast down and carded through his chestnut hair. Your fingers ached.

He tilted his face into it, eyes closed, lashes fluttering freckled cheeks, ecstasy evident as his features softened.

You licked your bottom lip.

The woman with him reached for his cheek and procured an eyelash, holding her finger skyward.

His eyes opened, amber and honey. A smile pulled at the corners of his pink lips before he pursed them to blow. His cheeks puffed up and hollowed, dotted with freckles, bone structure immaculate. Wish sufficiently made, his face lit in amusement, brows raised.

What did man like him wish for? He had the money, the looks. You hadn’t seen his car in the lot, but you were sure it was as luxuriously as the parka stretched over broad shoulders. The woman by his side was stunning, a Scandinavian supermodel with legs and curves for days.

So what was it then?

He swirled his glass in an ungloved hand, tips of his fingers reddening as he brought the amber liquid to his pink lips for a drink. What did a man with mid-afternoon Scotch wish for? Maybe he wished to bag a new account at the firm. Maybe he wished for his offer to go through for that rental on the Cape. Maybe he wished for his secretary to wear that YSL skirt again, with those pantyhose he could tear off with his perfect teeth.

You sputtered a cough, accidentally inhaling some of the saliva filling your mouth. Face warm, you mopped at the corners of your lips with a sweater cuff.

At your bistro table, your laptop screen had gone to stand-by. With a sigh, you clicked the track pad until the screen revived. On the blank page, the cursor blinked.

“You done with your coffee?” A busgirl approached, cheeks pinched pink and a smile across freckled features.

“Oh,” you handed her your mug and saucer. “Thank you.”

“Sure,” she nodded, and you were surprised when she leaned in. She smelled of espresso and vanilla. “Hey, this guy in the corner? The cute one with the man bun and the leather jacket? He paid me a really big tip to give you this,” she slipped a drink napkin in front of you.

Beneath the lodge’s bright orange logo were chicken scratched letters in black ink.

I hope the novel you’re working on has a better ending.

“He also offered to buy you another drink,” the barista informed, taking in your reaction with wide eyes. “But if you’re totally disgusted, I will be more than happy to call security and get his ass escorted right out of here.”

You snorted and glanced over your laptop at the far corner of the room. Your Critic from the previous day sat in his same corner, long limbs draped over the sides of the furniture like he he lived there. Slender hands folded the spine of a new novel, decorated in silver rings. His curls were pulled up into a loose bun, exposing a prominent widow’s peak, and a playful smile pulled at the corners of plump lips.

“You don’t need to kick him out,” you smiled, crumpling the napkin into your discarded mug in her hand. The last drops of coffee soaked into the paper. “But tell you what. Why don’t you and your coworker buy yourself lunch on his dime? I’ll double his tip.”

“You got yourself a deal,” she flashed a grin and made her way back behind the counter.

You went about closing your laptop and packing your things into your bag, avoiding the gaze on you from across the room. Zipper zipped, you schlepped the bag over one shoulder, adjusting your sweater beneath the strap. Your table was cleared, save the pen you capped. When you finally looked up to leave the little cafe, you found yourself leveled under a honeyed stare.

Mr. Harrington, the handsome stranger on the veranda, had noticed you through the window. Well that, or the windows were tinted enough to capture his attention, and judging by the darkening of his eyes and the soft smile etching itself onto the corners of his perfect lips, he enjoyed his own reflection. He waved, almost imperceptibly, and mouthed a hello.

You smiled and nodded.

Then, the women he brought with him came into view, all freckles and blue eyes, stunning, full lips.

You turned on your heel and left before you had a chance to wither under her scrutiny, staring at the orange and cream hexagonal tile as you walked through the threshold and back into the lobby.

“Hey,” another voice startled you, impossibly close, the sting of cigarette smoke mixing with espresso in the air.

“So the last book inspired you after all.” You sighed, halting before a head-on collision with a family of seven.

“What?” Your critic crashed into you, capturing your shoulders in large hands to stop you both from barreling into the last set of twins.

You huffed him off with a shrug. “The Vanishing was about a stalker.”

“Oh,” he flashed that charming grin of his, scratching at the stubble on his jaw. “How do I know you aren’t stalking me?”

You snorted and swept past the convenient store, the pro shop, narrowly avoided a sled dog near the exit to the veranda. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Your stalker barked a laugh and managed to trail you past the bar and ballrooms and into the back hallway. “Alright, sweetheart, you caught me. I’ve been following you for weeks.”

You stopped in front of the resort gym. Two middle aged women chatted on ellipticals in matching leggings. “What?”

He didn’t seem like the usual incel fan of yours. They were less clean, less put-together. The ones who managed to weasel your real name and location through hours of research on the dark web usually showed up to a local coffee shop and sent a text message to your laptop from a restricted number.

This guy had a charcoal sweater made of cashmere and designer cologne. His jacket smelled of real leather. You spotted the glint of a silver watch beneath one sleeve.

The Cheshire Cat grin fell from his face when your reaction sunk in, and he shook his head, eyes going wide. “I’m totally kidding. That’s probably creepy and terrifying, I’m sorry. I promise I’m not stalking you. I don’t even know your name.”

Instead of offering it, you turned and headed back down the hall.

“Hey, okay. My name’s Eddie,” he scrambled to catch up, all the bells and whistles jangling on his leather jacket, “and if you want me to leave you alone, I swear I will. But if you’d be at all interested in letting me buy you a drink tonight, can you let me know? Because I’m scaring the spa receptionists.”

You glanced at the two girls behind the nearest desk. They giggled behind their hands.

“I’m sorry I insulted your favorite book.” Eddie’s voice softened.

With a sigh, you tucked yourself into a nearby alcove. “It’s not my favorite.” You’d published a handful of others you liked better, all of them less popular.

“Well what is your favorite?” The smile slid itself back onto his features. He remained a few paces away, giving you a respectable amount of space.

You weighed your options. You’d planned evening room service and sweatpants and drafting, endless drafting. Or, you could let someone else pay for your martini, and maybe his refreshing (albeit rude) perspective on your library of work could spark some much needed inspiration.

“I’ll tell you over drinks tonight.”

“8 o’clock?”

Your stomach flipped at the proud look on his face, and you nodded.

“See you then, princess.” He bowed so low his bun flopped, and he backed out of the alcove, wagging fingers at the giggling spa receptionists. He whistled as he left.

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fan-fantasies · 2 years

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Coming soon…

His rough hands found their way to the small of your back, fingers digging into your knotted muscles. You wanted to enjoy it, but you couldn’t stop the way your heart dropped when you realized he was just giving you a massage. You scolded yourself for having your hopeful mind in the gutter.

You had to admit, he was really good with his hands. He loosened your tense muscles in no time.

“Do you still trust me?” Eddie asked.

“Definitely.”

👀

I’ll hopefully have the full piece up this weekend 😏

#Eddie munson #eddie munson smut #Eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson teaser #upcoming

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 5 months

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Steddie Upside-down AU Part 33

Part 1 Part 32

It’s only after he’s circled the house that he notices the blood trail. Droplets so black that when Eddie’s foot squelches into a particularly large puddle, he feels like he could fall straight out of the world.

The blood splatters continue, curving around the pool and into the forest, leading him inexorably toward Steve. His fallen angel.

Behind him, Wayne and Hopper are following the blood, flashlight beams bouncing from drop to drop like bloodhounds. Eddie doesn’t need to. He lets himself be pulled, ever forward, toward salvation.

Vines pool on the forest floor, making careful steps necessary in the dim, red light.

Wayne lets his flashlight stray ahead, giving Eddie a little light in the darkness. It’s the first thing that halos Steve’s face, illuminating the grisly sight.

Eddie screams from his gut, throat wrenching with the force as he drops to his knees. Vines enshrine him, pinning him to the base of a tree by ribs and hips.

One has slithered up over his body and crawled into his throat in a macabre reversal of a breathing tube. Eddie wrenches it free, feels the pulpy flesh of Steve’s esophagus resist, doesn’t stop. He can’t. Steve needs that out of his throat. So, Eddie pulls. And pulls. And pulls.

It screams and writhes on the way out, trying to crawl back to someplace warm. It’s impossibly long and makes a wailing sound when Eddie finally wrenches it free, tossing it behind him.

“Oh, Jesus,” Hopper says, just before he starts shooting.

Eddie doesn’t look, can’t look away from Steve’s placid, unmoving face. “He’s not breathing!” he shouts, over the sound of gunfire, running useless hands up his cheeks and into his hair, like he can soak the warmth of life back into Steve through his skin.

Eddie is shoved unceremoniously to the side. Steve’s skin slips through his fingers as he falls, hard to the dirt. He bursts up snarling, an uncaged, wild thing, ready to bite and tear and rend. But It’s Uncle Wayne. Uncle Wayne who has crossed his fingers together and is repetitively pounding on Steve’s chest hard enough that it cracks. “Uncle Wayne?” he asks, small. Quiet. Like a little boy holding up a skinned knee and waiting for his Uncle to fix it. Uncle Wayne doesn’t turn his way.

Hopper falls to his knees, wrenching his helmet off and letting the toxic air in. He bends over Steve, pinches his nose, and breaths forcefully into his mouth. His heart is beating, and his lungs are contracting, and Eddie is fucking useless.

He crawls back over to Steve’s prone form – Steve’s corpse – to take his cold hand. “Come on, Steve,” he says, staring hard at closed eyes. “Stay with me, Stevie, okay?” Hopper breathes out into his mouth. Wayne snaps another rib. Steve stays dead.

Suddenly, Eddie is furious. His nails dig into Steve’s palm hard, crescent moon indents on the back of his hand. This fucking stupid jock saved his stupid fucking life and now he thinks he can fucking die? Eddie wants to hurt him. “You don’t get to do this, you stupid piece of shit,” he says, guttural. Barely language at all. “You should have fucking died day one if you were just going to do this.” Wayne’s hands beat, Hopper’s lungs breathe, neither of them pay him any mind. “Get back here right now or I’ll fucking kill you myself.”

Like the dramatic bastard he is, Steve choses that moment to be alive. He coughs, choking up black sludge until Wayne and Hopper roll him on his side, face toward Eddie. Viscous black fluid pours out of him as he coughs it out of his lungs like Hell’s first drowning victim.

“Stevie?” Eddie says, full-on sobbing as he crawls ever-closer, pressing his forehead to Steve’s own. His eyes are open slits and he doesn’t speak, but he quirks his lips up at the sides when he meets Eddie’s eyes, fingers feebly clutching at the lapel of Eddie’s rancid vest. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Wayne pulls his head back, just enough so Hopper can settle a mask over the bottom of Steve’s face, feeding him clean oxygen for the first time in a week. Steve slumps into the dirt, Wayne’s hands supporting his back.

“We need to move,” Hopper says.

Steve’s relaxed into the dirt, asleep or passed out, but alive. Eddie stares at his angelic face for a second, or a minute, or an hour more, before slumping Steve backward, settling Steve into Uncle Wayne’s trusted arms so he can stand.

“I’ll carry him,” Eddie says, stumbling to his feet and holding out his arms.

“Kid,” Hopper says, clasping his hand with a familiarity they’ve never had. “You’re shaking.”

Eddie takes his left hand, tries to manually stop the shaking of his right. But he’s just holding his own hand, shaking. And shaking. And shaking.

“I can carry him,” Eddie says.

“I know,” Hopper says. “You don’t have to.”

Eddie looks down at Steve, a deadweight atop Wayne. Steve who played bait and brat with the Demogorgon not once, but twice to save Eddie’s unworthy life. He looks at his sallow cheeks and limp hair and doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything more beautiful.

Reconciled to not carrying his guardian angel out of Hell, Eddie leads the procession out of the woods for the last time.

Part 34

#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #my fic #after writing that last line i kept thinking how evil it would be to share it as a like teaser but i resisted!!!

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fairyysoup · 8 months

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the devil i know

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pairing(s): crossroads demon!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: To summon a demon at a crossroads, simply cast a circle, make an offering, and recite an incantation. What happens from that point on is subject to your desire... and the demon's.

In which the reader makes a pact with Eddie, a crossroads demon, for power and protection. He takes it a little too seriously.

cw: explicit, smut, dubcon elements, monsterfucking!!, making a deal with a demon, inspired by american and european folklore, way more plot than you'd expect, sacrilegious themes, horror, witch!reader, reader is 21+ in modern day, eddie is immortal, coercion (a bit), sex pact, marking, possessive behavior, demonic possession, murder, there are MANY minor character deaths, animal death, trauma, depictions of physical and emotional abuse, graphic depictions of violence, bullying/harassment, reader is ostracized by her very religious hometown, dark comedy, tfw your accidental boyfriend is a demon who is obsessed with you bc he doesn't know how to be normal about anything ever, dead dove: do not eat

please check individual parts for content warnings before reading. this fic contains dark themes. your media consumption is your own responsibility.

ALL OF MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI

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#releasing this as a lil teaser #this is the first time i'm doing ANYTHING like this #pls clap lol #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #demon!eddie #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #tdik!fic #roses*#masterlist #halloween 2023

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strangemagicc · 16 days

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Hearts Are Breaking Everywhere

Famous Hollywood heartthrob Steve Harrington was recently spotted back in LA with a mystery woman.

Who is she?

People can exclusively confirm that she is the lucky winner of his recent charity contest to raise money for Feeding America. Sources tell us she’s from his hometown of Hawkins, IN where coincidentally the A-lister recently bought a house.

Is the known playboy finally going to settle down?

We’ll keep you updated!

At the time of publishing representatives of Steve Harrington declined to comment.

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Chapter Seven of WADWSH Coming Soon

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somnambulic-thing · 3 months

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coming soon...

Buying More Time oneshot

[Demo!]Eddie x afab!Reader

||horror, body horror, monsterfucking, hurt/no/comfort, apocalyptic and more...||

react to this post if you want to be tagged :3

#Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Demo!Eddie #teaser

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fastcardotmp3 · 10 months

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here we go again

for @steddiemicrofic July 2023 prompt: POOL | words: 442 | rated: T | no warnings

"Hey, batter-batter, hey, batter-batter, swing!"

"Jesus Christ, Rob," Steve laments as his fingers, so deftly gripped around the pool cue in hand, slips and sends his aim off and one of Robin's balls sinking into the corner pocket. “Am I not handicapped enough as is?”

He motions to the thick-rimmed glasses perched on his nose with one hand, setting down the cue and picking up his drink to down the last mouthful of beer with the other, but Robin just waves her own empty glass in his direction with a sly grin.

“Loser's round, Popeye, you know the rules."

And he does, because this is sort of tradition at this point, knowing that when they play pool Steve will be buying, but when they play darts Robin will. They've had the same system in place for years, since even before they gave their stint on the west coast the boot and decided to become Midwestern kids once again, Windy City edition.

Steve is paying today, because they're playing pool, because Robin just finished writing her thesis and deserves a few free beers on her best friend's dime, so he grumbles to keep up appearances, bumps her shoulder as he passes, and makes his way up to the bar.

It should be obvious sooner than it is, that their usual bartender isn't waiting with Steve's open tab, already filling two glasses at the sight of his approach, but bad vision, right? The mere act of not expecting what's actually waiting there for him, right?

The last time Steve saw Eddie Munson, his hair was longer, he had fewer hoops in his ears, and he was still pulling on his shirt as he walked out the door and let is slam closed behind him.

The last time Eddie saw him, Steve was spitting vitriol about being too coward to stick around.

Both of their breath freezes when their eyes meet across the bar under low light and hazy memory. This is not part of the system.

“You don't work here.”

It's not the most elegant of openings, but at least it's concise.

“Started last week,” Eddie clears his throat, and Steve goes stupid, the way he can't help the spark of youthful want burning in his chest over top time-soothed heartache.

Want for something new amidst the old; want for something he never really stopped wanting.

“I can feel Robin looking at us,” Eddie says with a glance towards the pool table.

“Yeah.”

Steve doesn't have to look, just has to breathe through the sight of Eddie Munson, laughing drily on an exhale.

“Well, Harrington,” he shakes his head, “here we go again, huh?”

#dot fic #steddiemicroficjuly #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #this was a fun lil brain teaser!#and a fun game of 'shut up dot' which is always good tbh #oh to create the implications of a larger story in a few short words what a treat

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hairmetal666 · 4 months

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“Eddie Munson isn’t dead.”

The room erupts in “what the fuck, Steve’s” and “if this is a joke it’s not funny,” and “Steve—Steve, tell me this isn’t real.”

Mr. Harrington claps his hands, three loud snaps, and the room quiets. “He’s not alive either. He’s—”

“Something different,” El says.

“Different, yeah,” Steve gives her a grateful nod. “He’s stuck down there—” his face twists up and he glances at the paper. “Or, maybe not stuck maybe he—”

“Steve,” Ms. Buckley prompts.

He blinks, visibly rejoining the present. “He’s been there for the last six years, and he’s—he’s—well, not quite human anymore, and he has powers—”

“Powers?” Hopper asks. His arms are crossed over his chest, mustache drooping in disapproval.

“He can visit dreams,” Steve says. His face goes red for no reason El can see. “He started visiting mine when Robin and I came back. We’ve been—we’re—” he rubs at his neck. “Friends?”

“You don’t seem so sure,” Joyce says.

“It’s complicated.”

The adults in the room are all giving him a look that has him ducking his head down.

“I’m glad it’s finally happened for you two, man,” Argyle nods.

“Wait.” Max points at Steve. “Wait. Are you having sex with dream projections of undead Eddie Munson?”

The room falls into loud chaos once again, too much for El to make out individual words. Ms. Buckley is slapping Mr. Harrington the way Max sometimes hits Mike, and he’s batting her off, swearing he’ll explain later.

Chapters 24-27 of You Will Still Haunt Me out this Saturday!! The final chapter will be posted January 15th. Can't believe it's almost doooone

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #you will still haunt me #ao3fic #steddie big bang #wip wednesday #snippet #teaser

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cranberrymoons · 7 months

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searching for something

prompts: titfucking (kinktober), friendship/observant (@eddiemonth) tags: blow jobs, steve's soft dom awakening, and the horniest possible result from a vhs rental of the breakfast club rated: e (18+)

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“What can you do?”

Eddie blinks slowly then picks his head up from where it’s pillowed on Steve’s chest.

Steve’s hand falls out of his hair and down to rest on his shoulder, and he tilts his head in the cradle of his other arm where it’s curled behind his head on the pillow. Eddie rolls over slightly onto his stomach, digging his chin into Steve’s sternum to stare up at him.

“What?”

Steve smiles. “Like in the movie,” he says. His hand finds Eddie’s hair again, pushing it back from his face. “What’s your secret special skill? Your party trick?”

They’d put The Breakfast Club on intending to actually watch it, but he’d gotten distracted fifteen minutes in by the long column of Steve’s throat next to him, which had devolved into both of them slowly losing clothes until the tape turned into background noise.

And then again around the point of the smoking scene, Steve sliding wordlessly onto his back and pulling Eddie along with him, licking up over his lips as Eddie fucked back into him where he was still all loose and open, hands winding together on the pillow above their heads as they gasped into each other’s mouths.

And now, sprawled out in a tangle of limbs as the on-screen conversation moves on to something else, washing the room in a warm-lit glow. Eddie ducks his head and presses a kiss to the center of Steve’s chest, slow and open-mouthed and trailing up toward the hollow of his throat.

“I don’t know,” he says after a moment. He sucks on Steve’s skin, sinking his teeth into his clavicle until he hears Steve gasp above him. He smiles. “Smoke rings or something, probably.” He runs a hand up Steve’s chest, digging the edges of his nails in as he goes. “Bet I can guess yours.”

Steve laughs quietly. He unfolds his other arm to push both hands into Eddie’s hair, gathering it back from his face and securing it in a loose knot on top of his head.

“Oh yeah?”

Eddie hums. “Yeah.” He slides a hand down over Steve’s ribcage then back up, fingers combing through his chest hair. “Bet you can do the Molly Ringwald thing.”

Steve lets out another little laugh, eyes flashing. “What, put on lipstick with my boobs?”

[continue reading on ao3 || 3,303 words]

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cyraclove · 5 months

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dirty work [Rated E]

A middle-aged Chrissy and Eddie make good use of their empty house while their teenaged children are gone. Chrissy takes advantage of Eddie being handy around the house.

scratching at the outlines of you [Rated E]

A direct sequel to mixing drinks and messages. Eddie and Chrissy navigate their new situationship turned relationship. Chrissy runs into a familiar face at Eddie’s bar.

still awake, playing chase with the sunrise [Rated T]

The Party hunkers down at Eddie's trailer to map out their battle plan. Max witnesses Eddie and Chrissy share a moment in the kitchen while everyone else is asleep.

the feeling in it [Rated E]

Eddie and Chrissy are in their 40s, watching their two teenagers go to prom and wondering where the time went.

lick the fuzz right off the peach [Rated E]

Chrissy asks Eddie about a certain activity they've yet to try. His head explodes.

mixing drinks and messages [Rated E]

At Robin and Nancy's suggestion, Chrissy tries her hand at Tinder after dumping Jason for the sole purpose of having a one night stand. When her date stands her up, the Chicago Transit Authority takes fate into its own hands.

honeycomb [Rated E]

Chrissy stumbles upon Eddie and another classmate alone in the woods. She knows she shouldn't, but she can't help but stay and watch.

and all my ghosts are with me [Rated M]

Chrissy copes with her grief after Eddie sacrifices himself to help The Party defeat Vecna. El and Max show up on the day of his funeral with news that no one can believe.

wishing, wanting, yours for the taking [Rated E]

After following doctor's orders for six weeks, Chrissy starts getting antsy about getting back into bed with Eddie after having their first baby. An unexpected change sparks something new for the both of them.

small hours [Rated E]

Eddie never thought that he could be a morning person until moving in with Chrissy. There's just something magical about Chrissy in the morning...

my little bit of something blue [Rated E, Complete]

Chrissy and Eddie reconnect after graduating from high school when asked to be members of Jonathan and Nancy's wedding party.

angels in the architecture [Rated E, Complete]

Since falling in love in high school, Chrissy and Eddie’s paths have diverged and they’ve been living very separate lives. Ten years later, they meet again by chance at a Christmas party thrown by a notable Chicago socialite, the choices that they’ve made coming along with them.

the light, the heat [Rated E, Complete]

What might have happened if Chrissy had lived and the Hawkins crew had to drive to Nevada to find El. One getaway motel mix-up later, Chrissy and Eddie come face to face with the feelings they've been trying to ignore.

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sweetsweetjellybean · 7 months

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Torn | 4 Questions with Eddie Munson | Masterlist

Song 2 coming Monday 9/25

#steve harrington #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington smut #stranger things fanfic #torn series #Teasers

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stevesxyellowxsweater · 5 months

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Waking up in vegas {Teaser}

“Good morning.”

You couldn’t help but jump as you turned around and found Eddie standing there, rather close to you. Looking up at him, you found yourself swallowing hard as your mind went back to last night, all you could think about for a moment was how you were going to touch yourself to thoughts of him.

“Morning, did you?” “I did. How was dinner?”

“Very nice thank you, but you didn’t have to do that.”

Eddie grinned at you, shaking his head as he did. Reaching down, he picked up your bag he wasn’t even going to attempt to tell you that he wanted to. “Just say thank you.”

“Fine, thank you, Eddie.” You said, watching him grin as he looked at you.

“You’re welcome. Come on, I have someone I want you to meet.”

Following him out to the car, a girl was sitting in the backseat, with wavy brown hair, and dressed rather smart.

“This is Nancy, I thought you could use some help with shops and things for your outfits so she’s going to come along.” Looking at Nancy, you smiled awkwardly.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You both said at the same time, only to let out a laugh. “Nance is a journalist, like the only one I can tolerate,” Eddie explained as he climbed in and started the car. You found yourself fiddling, you’d assumed it would just be you and Eddie today. He said he’d tell you about what happened in Vegas, but yet he brought someone along. Was he going to tell you, or would you remain in the dark? You couldn’t help but think and worry.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson imagine #reader x eddie munson #you x eddie munson #eddie munson x you #waking up in vegas teaser

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theshireisburning-so-mordoritis · 1 year

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To Be Drunk And In Love (teaser)

It's not all that uncommon for Eddie Munson to turn up randomly on your doorstep, even when it is Valentine's Day. But when it's past midnight and your best friend is drunk at your door instead of on his date, you're not really sure what to think, especially when the boy decides he's been holding on to one secret in particular for far too long. [Eddie Munson x F!Reader - Drunk confessions, best friends to lovers, friends who are extremely touchy and too dumb to realise it's because they're in love.]

The wild mess of his curls spilling down to cover his face as his head fell to the other boy’s shoulder with a quiet groan, ringed fingers twisting into the fabric of Steve’s jumper and voice rough as he grumbled your name again, again, again.

"Yeah, she's here, man." Steve chuckled, his tone surprisingly gentle, a fond type of exasperated as he nudged his shoulder into the rosy squish of Eddie's cheek. "You wanna wake up now so you can actually see her?"

To your surprise, he actually listened.

His head snapping up quicker than you anticipated, curls bouncing with the movement and brown eyes a touch glazed over, just that little bit unfocused, before they locked on you and then his mouth split into a blinding grin. The kind that made his whole face light up and your heart flip all too wild behind your ribs.

"There’s my pretty girl." He cooed loudly and you heard Steve snort, something that sounded an awful lot like ‘very smooth Munson, jesus christ’ muttered under his breath whilst he fought to remain upright against the weight of Eddie leaning his entire body in your direction.

You did laugh then.

A bright, flustered thing that you were unable to resist any longer, along with the way your arms opened on reflex to wrap around the boy when he finally managed to break free of his friend’s hold. Hands batting furiously at Steve’s as he twisted away and only stumbled slightly in his determination to swoop you up into hug that was all leather, cheap beer and the smoky bite of whiskey - weed and the spice of his shampoo where his hair tickled at your nose.

"Hey, sweets.” He whispered, humming happily as he pushed a messy kiss to your hairline.

God, why did that make you want to melt.

"Hey Eddie, you okay?” You asked softly, one hand rubbing gentle circles on his back and the other reaching up to cradle the back of his head.

It made him snuggle into you further, ducking down so he could press his face into the warm crook of your neck as his arms tightened and you prayed he was too drunk to notice the way your pulse thrummed faster when he spoke, soft lips brushing against sensitive skin.

"'Am now.”

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rowanswriting · 1 year

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“Be good for Eddie.”

another teaser for ya’ll hehe, I’m gonna try to have it finished and uploaded tonight hopefully!

the taglist so far for this fic

@sherrylyn628 @zarajyne @moonchildquinn @josephfakingquinn @milesthemenace @justsheerfilth1 @witchy-munson @hellkaisersangel @hiscrimsonangel

#older!eddie #older!eddie smut #Eddie Munson smut #smut teaser #Eddie Munson

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strangemagicc · 3 months

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People Magazine has the exclusive!

The last time you saw Steve Harrington was behind the backseat of his Lamborghini with a model or two in tow and a bottle of bourbon in hand. Read how the Hollywood Star went from infamous bad boy to Hollywood's next leading man.

Steve Harrington sat in a striped sweater, face cleanly shaved and eyes free of bags. Refreshed and exuding an air of calm. A complete 180 from the man we previously interviewed.

Q: Would you say you are fully reformed from your previous image?

A: I would. I think the closest to scandal I will get these days is a fashion faux pas.

Q: I heard you are the leading man in Matthew Fincher's latest film. How does one snag a role with the legendary director?

A: Fincher is a man of high standards and I definitely had to do some self-reflection before I even came up on his radar.

Q: Care to elaborate?

Steve Harrington smiled and shook his head, declining to comment further on his personal life than one small anecdote.

A: The right person came into my life and it all fell together.

WADWSH | Chapter Six - A Realization

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warnings: the softest smut, unprotected p in v (let's practice safe sex y'all) 🖤, oral (reader receiving), angst, pining, lots of mushy romance (will update once chapter is complete)

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ryan-waddell11 · 1 year

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since we get the first season 5 teaser tomorrow I’m manifesting a hint that Eddie is alive. I need this goofball back so much you have no idea.

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