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#eddie my love 🦇
munsonbb · 2 years
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Hello, I am new to posting my content on here. But I write, and am working on a few projects at the moment. I thought I’d get on here and give an introduction to what my writing would be focusing on.
I have a few ideas and works already in progress. Mainly my account would be stranger things themed. Mainly Eddie & Steve content.
After Dark - Steve Harrington x Reader
You were never the girl that got the guy. You were the girl that was hidden in the night. The girl who was good for late night calls, and pillow talk. It never dawned on you that it could change.
This is the one I’m working on at the moment.
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mingmingbats · 1 year
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“You know they’re not dating, right?” (Nancy to Steve)
Happy Valentines! Based off of this short meme but my hand slipped and punched me in the face and it went from 4 panels to 10. I’ve given up.
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canongf · 7 months
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*flicks myself in the nose* eddie's in love with you. the eddie x chr*ssy ship is fanon and even if it wasn't it still wouldn't change the way he feels about you. he was friendly and flirty in episode one just because he's friendly and flirty and also because he was trying to make a sale and that's all and the reason he's so upset about her death is because it was traumatic to see and to experience and he feels survivor's guilt and not because he's in love with her. you're a perfect match you're best friends and lovers and soul mates and twin flames and everything in between and it's fine, it's fine, it's fine
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lofaewrites · 1 year
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‼️Shit post about the Hockey AU Incoming‼️
(Steve’s Version)
Okay so Canonically (because I’m annoying like that) Eddie’s full name is “Edward James Munson” (because I think its a good one so yeah) n e way….. I had the idea that for most of his life Wayne calls Eddie “EJ” Or sometimes even just Jay, the first time Bijou hears Wayne call Eddie “EJ” she asks what the J means and Wayne is just like ? “You didn’t tell her your full name boy? You’ve known this girl for years and she doesn’t know your middle name?”
And Eddie is just indignant, because he didn’t want Bijou to have that information because now all he’s gonna hear when he does something stupid is “EDWARD JAMES I SWEAR TO GOD”
And he was right, and Bijou and Wayne laugh at him about it…
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canonslut · 2 months
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Important question: would Eddie use a cock ring? —Nic
@spicy-me-myself-and-my-fos - this is one of THE most important questions i've ever been asked and the answer is YES.
i think he'd confess to me that he's always wanted to try one so we'd go to the sex store together and shop around, comparing the different kinds. we'd be giggly. he'd be giddy. and honestly... it'd be so cute. i love him. i love making him feel good. getting to try new things together and getting to see him experience pleasure is my favorite thing in the world!!!
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munsonsbtch · 5 months
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batty eddie aesthetic 🖤🦇
I couldn’t resist
ITS MY BOYFRIEND 😭😭🥺🥺
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choface · 9 months
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🦇🍦
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commissionsdarian · 1 year
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Hpld on o goy the poetic bars for drsma
Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.
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augustinesinclair · 1 year
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𝓶𝔂 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
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hi! i'm augustine!
i live in hawkins with my aunt and uncle now so yay! my little cousins, lucas and erica, are pretty cool too. i have an older brother and may or may not talk about my niece every chance i get because she's so cute!
i'm from new york so it's definitely a shock but i'm having fun here and admiring hot people from afar.
i am 19 years old, bi, and totally into reading and exploring more than i should be. i'm also black/white mixed and a lover of pretty things <3
my nicknames are: august, auggie, dino, augustus(thank you lucas /s), and tina(at least back home)
i'm excited for all the adventures hawkins has to offer! can't wait
𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩
𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟖, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐
//faceclaim is amandla stenberg and i live in the cst timezone i am totally cool with different storylines and everything and i'd love to discuss some things with anyone down! roleplaying is so much fun and i can't wait to participate in the stranger things roleplay community.
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piscinez · 2 years
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if i have to hear one more chrissy wake up parody i'm killing someone
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Bad News First, Eddie
Part One 🦇 Part Two🦇Part Three🦇FInal Part
"Bad news first, Eddie," Steve sighs as he leans back on his heels, cleaner in one hand and a rag in the other. "They vandalized your headstone again. Good news, I beat Wayne out here so he won't be seeing it."
It's been over a year since they'd had to leave Eddie behind. He'd been cleared of the murders. That had been the easy part, since the Upside Down had exploded out into the Rightside Up. When Vecna started killing people it had been pretty easy for people to realize Eddie was just another victim.
Or so Steve had thought.
Eleven saved them all, the people of Hawkins knew the truth, yet Steve still found graffiti on Eddie's grave.
Eddie's grave is empty, because Eddie's body hadn't been recovered. Too much had happened, no time to mount an expedition to retrieve it, and the gates were closed. Another regret Steve lives with.
Like not taking Eddie's face between his hands and looking him dead in the eye when he told them not to be heroes.
Late at night, Steve sometimes imagines he did just that. Looked him dead in the eyes and said, "there is no shame in running, in living to see another day. Don't be a hero because I need you to be okay tomorrow."
Robin says it's not good for his mental health, these what-if scenarios, but so what?
Steve isn't sure what started it but coming out here to talk to Eddie seems to help him clear his thoughts. He always starts with the bad news, Eddie's voice in the back of his mind. Bad news first, always.
The first time Wayne had caught him out here, Wayne thought he was vandalizing. Had scared Steve half to death being yanked back violently by his upper arm. It didn't take Wayne long for his eyes to process that Steve wasn't holding paint.
"You know my boy?" Wayne always spoke in the present tense about Eddie.
"Not as well as I would have liked, sir," Steve swallowed thickly. It was the start of a friendship, of sorts. Wayne seemed happy to have someone to tell stories about Eddie to, and Steve was happy to learn about Eddie.
Months pass and Steve goes every week.
"Bad news. The new guitarist is mediocre at best. Good news. Corroded Coffin lives on and they finally got a new guitarist."
"Bad news. Robin will not shut up about Vickie. Good news. Robin got that date she wanted."
"Bad news. Wayne had an accident at the plant. Good news, he's okay. I think... this might be weird to you, but I've convinced him to move in, at least until he's healed fully so he's not alone. He's staying in the downstairs guest room. Not that you know where that is. You've never even been to my house... bad news, you've never been to my house. Good news, I really wish you had."
So it goes. Wayne Munson moves in and never moves out. Steve's parents call once, to ask if he wants the house. Steve says yes.
Shortly after, Robin takes a room upstairs. Says she gonna take a year off school before college. The Party moves their dnd games to Steve's giant dining room table. His house is always full but part of Steve feels empty.
"B-bad news," Steve forces the words out around the lump in his throat, "I found out too late. Good news, I'm bisexual. Bad news, good news? I don't know man, the news is I could have loved you. I think I do, but that's the you Wayne and the kids tell me about, so who is to say really."
So it goes.
"Bad news. They're seniors this year, Eds. Seniors! Robin going away to college was bad enough. I don't know if I'll even know how to function when they do. 'Cause they're gonna, you know? They're smart. Too smart to stay in this town," Steve is crying, can feel the tears falling, but doesn't stop them. "I know I should go, too. Somewhere else. Anywhere else. But I can't leave. Wayne's here. You're here. And if I go, who will look after either of you?"
"Bad news. College acceptance letters have come in. They're not even graduated yet. This should be good news, but, heh, friends don't lie."
"Bad news, Eds. I can't remember your voice. I didn't think.... I feel like I remember it but I can't hear it. I want to hear it. I-i need-" Steve doesn't know what he needs, doesn't know how to end that sentence so he just sobs, fingers burying themselves into the dirt of an empty grave.
Wayne gets a phone call one day and says he's gotta go back to Tennessee. Eddie's father -that rocks Steve because while he knows Wayne was Eddie's uncle, he never connected that a father was somewhere out there- Eddie's father, Wayne's younger brother, needs him.
Steve drives Wayne to the airport in Indianapolis. Wayne promises he'll return but Steve won't hold him to that. This is family, and as much as Steve pretends, he isn't Wayne's nephew. Isn't Wayne's family.
As Wayne disappears onto his flight, Steve is left hollow. There's no one left in Hawkins that needs him.
"Bad news, Eds. I think I'm a danger to myself. I keep having these thoughts... like how easy it would be to drive my car into the quarry. Or just slip into the pool and take a deep breath. I don't know who I am, or how to be me, without someone needing me."
Wayne calls and tells him he's coming home. Bringing a guest if that's ok. Steve says okay because he needs to meet the man who taught Eddie how to hot wire a car but not play catch. Also, he hopes to hear Eddie in his voice when they speak.
"Bad news, Eds. I'm too much of a coward to meet your old man. Afraid of what he'll sound like. Because I want him to sound like you so fucking bad it hurts. So instead of being home, I'm hiding here."
And then, a miracle happens.
"Well, I've some bad news for you, too, Stevie. I got my voice from my mom."
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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 months
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My Valentine 🌹 ✉
Eddie has a Valentine card from a Secret Admirer and is on a quest to find who it is ✉
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Major fluff and pining ahead 💕
🦇✉ 💞
Eddie hated Valentines Day. It was just an excuse for bullshit consumerism and stores to make money. A ton of hearts, flowers and cutesy shit that made him sick to his stomach.
He wasn't interested in it one bit. So when Eddie gets to school the morning of the fourteenth and opens his locker, he has quite the shock.
The card must have been slipped inside before Eddie even set foot in school. It roots him to the spot, he stares at the card and takes it hesitantly.
It must be a joke. One of Jason's ideas to piss him off because Eddie let out exactly what he thought of Carver and his idiot friends every so often.
Truthfully it was the better part of his day to wind that douchebag up. Scowling at the card he shoves it in his pocket, he's not giving Carver the satisfaction of reading it.
In fact most of the day he forgets it's even there, until it's lunchtime and he's looking for some smokes, emptying the card and his cigarettes on the table.
"Ooh, Eddie has a Valentine" Gareth coos and only shuts up when Eddie glares at him.
"It's a prank from that idiot Carver. Should have burned it earlier" he grumbles then Mike reaches for it and opens it.
"Don't think Jason would pay that much attention to detail" Mike shows him the card and Eddie pauses. Whoever sent it has drawn him shredding on his guitar, surrounded by Hellfire, bats and tiny hearts.
He tugs it away from Wheeler, squirrels it away so he can take in the details himself, hovers over the signature.
From your Secret Admirer 🖤
His heart skips a beat, he feels himself blush and smiles in spite of himself. He hides his blushing face behind his hair and places the card back in his pocket reverently.
An Admirer. Someone in this school liked him, more than liked if he was guessing as it must have took some time to hand draw a card for him.
The question was, who sent it?
❤️
You stay quiet as the rest of Hellfire tease Eddie about the card. There's no way they know it's you that sent it, you signed it by saying you were a Secret Admirer.
Would Eddie want it to be from you? You really hoped so. The crush you had on Eddie had grown and grown over the last few months.
Ever since you joined Hellfire last year you had been intrigued by Eddie. That materialised into a small crush that grew bigger and bigger every day.
All last night you made the card, after dithering over whether to make it for days on end. It was a burst of courage that had you up until three am, perfecting your work..
Then you slipped it in his locker before he could notice. You were going to tell him that it was from you. Of course you would. It's just you didn't know when you would or if he even liked you back.
If he didn't then it might make things awkward for you being in the group. If you didn't then you didn't... but Eddie was determined and he wouldn't stop until he found out who sent it.
He'd grill anyone he could think of to get some information, you knew plenty of people who were intimidated by Eddie, many of whom were in your art class.
Didn't matter that Eddie was as soft as a marshmallow, they took in the clothes and the demeanour that he put out and didn't look any further. Never thought to scratch under the surface, to want to know more.
But you did and every day you got to know Eddie the more you fell for him. You just wished you knew if he liked you back...
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For the whole day Eddie had tried to find his Valentine and with no luck. There was no clue and it's frustrating him so much.
"Why sign it from a Secret Admirer and yet give me no idea who it's from" he rants and Dustin rolls his eyes, what a little butthead.
"Dude, there is clues. This person knows you love D&D and that you're in Hellfire, has seen you play on your guitar" Dustin ticks the clues off on his fingers as he says this.
It still doesn't help Eddie. Everyone in the whole school knows he plays guitar and likes D&d and is the leader in Hellfire. Who knows who has seen him play at the Hideout, usually, it's just a couple of drunk dudes.
"They like to draw, probably were up all night doing the card too" Dustin adds and Eddie lights up. If he hung around the art unit after class then maybe it would give him an idea who did this.
It's boring work trying to spy on who could have sent Eddie the card. Everyone was busy doing different projects and their teacher Mr Edwards kept a close eye on Eddie and his tendency to cause a bit chaos.
Art class calmed him if he was being honest, stopped the chaos in his head, gave him something to do with his hands and kept him occupied.
His mind still wanders to who is his Valentine and he doesn't realise he's zoned out and is staring at you. Something has caught his eye, a smudge of pen on your wrist.
Eddie stills as he zeroes in on the mark, vibrant orange, you weren't using orange today or the other day for your project. Jesus H Christ. Was it you who made the card?
Fuck fuck fuck. How did he even bring this up? Could it be a coincidence and he was getting his hopes up for nothing?
His heart is beating really fast and all he can think about is kissing you, he needs to know if it was you. Usually he wouldn't think twice about confronting some dumbass or calling out Jason and his dipshits.
You were different, he adored you and he felt excruciatingly nervous about talking to you but he had to know if it was you.
Unless... a thought springs to his mind and he has an idea. Taking his art supplies to the back of the class he begins to work on his new project.
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You hadn't seen Eddie since art class, he didn't even show up at lunch and that was a worry in itself. Even the rest of Hellfire was angsty about where he was.
It wasn't like Eddie to miss an opportunity to wind up Jason and the rest of the basketball team during lunch.
Just when you're seriously beginning to worry Eddie shows up at the end of the day, he's holding large card, when you get closer you notice what it is.
I'm batshit crazy for you 🦇 Will you be my Valentine is written on on the card. Bats holding hearts decorate the page, it's gorgeous.
Blinking once, twice, you rub your eyes and when you open them Eddie is still there. This time he calls out for Dustin who grumbles as he holds another card in place for Eddie.
The Dungeon Master would like you to be his Queen 👑
He's drawn a picture of you as a queen, his queen. Dressed all in black, Hellfire surrounding you and you're sitting on a throne that looks a lot like Eddie's DM chair.
"I know you sent the card sweetheart, I'd love to be your Valentine, will you be mine?" he asks and bends down on one knee to kiss your hand.
You don't even hesitate, you throw your arms around Eddie, it almost knocks him off his feet but you're both beaming. "Yes I'll be your Valentine Eddie"
He smiles and kisses you again, loving the way you melt in his arms, marvelling at how fucking amazing the kiss is. Dustin groans in the background but Eddie ignores him.
Maybe Valentines Day wasn't so bad after all.
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sentient-trash · 11 months
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Mmm I love me some angst but have some Kas!eddie 🦇🎸 I tried my best to match some stuff to the audio :,)
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canongf · 1 month
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thinking about how there was a day that eddie came home and sat with his uncle. and said “wayne, i met a girl.”
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imfinereallyy · 9 months
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@henderdads posted this about domestic fluff and I realize that I love this trope and I just don’t write enough of it, and I wanted to give her a little treat to read. Mostly because her tags when she reblogs on my post give me absolute joy, I laugh every time.
Two things might come as a surprise when getting to know Steve Harrington. The first being he didn’t actually like parties. He likes making other people feel good, wants to make them happy. Hence why for years, he lets Tommy and Carol wreak havoc on his house. It makes them happy and, for a short while, makes most of Hawkins High happy. Steve, in retrospect, has learned to regret this since he has now gained a reputation for being a party king, despite not throwing one in years, but he knows all too well how hard it is to let go of a high school reputation.
The second surprising fact is that Steve Harrington hated his birthday. Well, maybe hate wasn’t the right word, but he has incredibly low expectations for his birthday. Either everyone forgets his birthday, or somehow Steve is reminded that he is an inconvenience.
“Sorry sweetie, your dad has a business meeting that day.”
“Dude, I have a baseball game in that night could we do something another day?”
“I’m late! I know, we stayed up all night playing D&D. I even forgot to call Suzie!”
Steve isn’t necessarily hurt per se when these things happen. He knows that some people, more than others, are really trying. That it’s human to make mistakes. But Steve doesn’t like to get his hopes up; that’ll be much better than that.
There is also the more commonly now known fact that Steve doesn’t like being the center of attention. And birthdays come along with a lot of that. Sure, Steve wants someone to pay attention to him, really listen to what he has to say, but he has long since out grown the desperate need to have everyone look at him.
It is why it is such a surprise the upside down crew throws him a 24th birthday party.
Steve always thought something like this would upset him, but he is delightfully warm at the sight of all his friends, all of his family, inside Robin and Nancy's apartment screaming,
“Surprise, Dingus!”
Steve can’t believe she got everyone to say that.
After the shock of seeing them all packed like sardines wearing party hats, Steve can’t help but smile.
Eddie walks up to him, placing a hat on his head and a soft kiss on his cheek. “I tried to stop them,” Eddie whispers. “I know you don’t like parties, but they just wanted to show how much they love you. It was hard to say no.”
Steve turns to Eddie, a man who knows him inside and out and knows he can’t lie to him. “I thought I would hate this, but I don’t. It’s perfect.” He kisses Eddie on the lips, just as soft as the one before.
“Good, because I really didn’t try to stop them.” Eddie smiles into the kiss.
“Ew!”
“Gross!”
“Get a room!”
Various shouts across the room cause the couple to giggle and pull apart. Eddie flips them all off, “It’s been four years, assholes! Grow up.”
Eddie runs off to particularly chase Mike, who actually hasn’t said anything but did make a face, and Steve can’t help but be overwhelmed by joy.
🎉🦇🎉🦇
Hours later, after the cake has been cut and the presents have been shared, and his kiddos are definitely way too drunk, the party doesn’t show any signs of slowing down. And Steve, who is having fun but growing antsy since he slowed down on drinking years ago, isn’t quite sure what to do with himself.
He doesn’t want to ruin the fun or make anyone think he didn’t have a good time. This is one of the best birthdays, if not the best one, he’s ever had. But Steve is getting overwhelmed and worn out. He isn’t really tired, but being social has reached its capacity for the night.
Even so, he can’t help but laugh at Robin as she tells a story about the most recent disaster of her sign language class, where kids keep accidentally swearing instead of the proper words.
Eddie catches his eye across the room; he looks happy as he talks to Hop and Wayne. But even mid-conversation, across the sea of people, he tugs his helix piercing over his right ear twice.
It’s their signal for, “Do you want me to come over?”
Steve rubs the scar over his left eye twice, “Yes please.” It means.
Eddie excuses himself and makes his way to Steve. “Hey, baby.” He interrupts Robin mid-rant, who makes a sound of drunken protest. “Did we feed Mrs. Pierson’s cat today?”
Another signal, which translates, “Do you want to go home?”
And Steve knows he can just tell Eddie yes, and they can stay at the party, and Steve will have fun, and he’ll be happy, but it isn’t what he wants. What he wants is to be at home with their own cat Beelzebub, snuggled up in their bed. So Steve says, “Shit, I don’t think we did.” Yes, please. Let’s go home.
Eddie acts quickly. They make their rounds, say goodbyes, and make their excuses. Everyone lovingly pokes at their forgetfulness. The couple insists everyone stays and enjoys themselves. Steve thanks everyone with individual hugs.
Steve and Eddie hold pinkies the entire walk home, down the streets of Indianapolis. The dark night blanket of night, and the never-ending sound of the city, keeping them safe enough to risk the intertwined digits.
When they make it home, they say nothing. They unwind slowly. Sharing kisses, delicately take off each other's clothes, hum into each others mouths. There is nothing rushed, or rough; they have time now. There will be moments for that later.
And in their journey from the front door to the bed, Eddie kisses the place where Steve’s shoulder and neck meet. It’s his signal for “I love you.”
Later, when they are tangled up in the sheets, heavy breaths slowing down, Eddie’s arms wrapped around him, Steve leans up and kisses the tip of Eddie’s nose. It’s his signal for “I love you more.”
Eddie’s smile back says, “that just isn’t possible.”
“Thank you for today.” Steve finally speaks out loud, playing with Eddie’s fingers.
“Oh, it isn’t over yet, baby.” And Eddie jumps out of bed naked, running out of the room.
Steve can’t help but cackle at his boyfriend's antics. There is a sudden thump on the bed; Steve peeks down to see their cat making his home on the end of their bed like he knows they are finally done for the night. “Hey, bee.” Steve scratches him behind his ear, earning a resounding purr from him. A little to the left, it means.
Eddie comes back into the room and dives back into the bed, bouncing Beelzebub but not startlingly him enough to move. Steve supposes he’s used to his father's antics. “Okay, I would tell you to close your eyes, but I know you’re not going to listen, so I’m just going to hand them to you.”
Steve giggles and grabs the pieces of paper in his hands and his heart stops. “Eddie.”
“Steve.” Eddie’s grin is wide.
“These are three tickets to see Madonna.”
“Yup.” Eddie pops his ‘p’ clearly proud of himself. “One for you, one for Robs of course, and one for me.”
Steve whispers in awe, “But you hate Madonna.”
Eddie brushes the hair out of Steve’s face, “Please, no one can hate Madonna.” Eddie’s eyes turn soft, “Besides, you love her, and you love me. It only felt fair to have us both in the same place. And you’d worry the entire time if I wasn’t there.”
Steve throws his arms around Eddie, squeezing him tight. Hoping he can translate how much he loves this man through it. Steve loves making other people happy, but no one has loved making Steve happy, quite like Eddie. “I love you so much,” Steve says once he leans back.
Eddie kisses the place where his shoulder and his neck meet. I love you. Eddie kisses the tip of his nose. I love you more. Finally, he holds Steve’s face and says aloud,
“I love you too.”
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Was this perhaps inspired by the fact I turn 24 in a week and a half? Maybeee. I’m a lot like Steve in this where I have such mixed feelings about my birthday. I’m feeling a lot of anxiety about it if I’m honest, and I don’t have high hopes.
Unlike me, I don’t have a partner like Eddie, but Steve deserves the world and I wanted him to have some loving and domestic fluff. The idea that these two have secret signals is an important headcannon to me, and I would love to see others take on it.
I hope @henderdads you enjoyed this if you made it this far. It was a lot of fun to write. :)
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lofaewrites · 10 months
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Now that you’ve got me thinking about HockeyPlayer!Eddie…
It always takes him forever to leave the locker room after a game, usually because he’s in the restroom portion for a really long time before he hits the showers. This usually results in him being the last one in there.
One night after a particularly good game, you wait until the rest of the team has left, then meander into the locker room, strip and then surprise him by joining him in the showers. 🥴
Kourt,, now you know I can’t read this and not write about it.. Thank you for the idea & You’re welcome to both Kourt and and I for this!
(In the words of that one white man on the great British bakeoff, “started making it, had a breakdown, bon appétit” or in my case “started writing it, Tumblr didn’t save my draft, I got a horrible case of writers block and then it finally ended so here you go, bon appétit”)
@dr-aculaaa tagging you because you were in my inbox about it 🤭
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A Shower for Two
Hockey Player! Eddie Munson x Girlfriend!Reader. (minor hockey player! steve pov)
2.4k words (oh boy I got carried away)
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Part of ❤️‍🩹🏒🦇The Steddie Hockey AU🦇🏒❤️‍🩹
A collaborative AU with my best friend @teddyeyeswinchester, for more check out our accounts or the hashtag!
Includes-> Shower sex, oral (m receiving) unprotected p in v, cream 🥧, daddy kink, dom!eddie + sub!reader, established relationship, fuck ton of pet names, soft eddie & aftercare!… also a small surprise heh heh (It’s a lil sad be warned)
SMUT! THIS IS 18+, MINORS DNI IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR KNEE CAPS!
He’s not even really doing anything in the bathroom, he just hates being in there with everyone else.. so he sits and waits until the locker room and showers have cleared out, he looks around the corner and makes sure it's empty, and then strolls head held high, dick swinging to the shower room.
He’s singing with his head under the spray, eyes closed and bangs covering them, so he doesn’t hear you open the door much less your footsteps.
Normally you’d wait in the truck, Reading or doing one of the various coloring books or word searches you kept in the side door for long car trips.
But you had missed him, he was out the door and on his way to the barn for practice before you fully woke up, he kissed you and told you he loved you though, so that was nice.
After practice, he had a game, and you had a babysitting gig. So at this point, it had been hours of craving his presence.
You strip quietly sitting on one of the benches in the empty locker room, before tiptoeing into the showers.
He opted for one of the showers without a curtain since it was only him, much to your delight.
He feels your arms snake around his waist and his breath catches in his throat.
He knows it's you immediately, the lavender scent of your perfume hitting his nose.
You start planting little kisses on the parts of his shoulders you can reach, the feeling makes him let out a soft moan.
He doesn’t turn around because then you’d see how quickly you’ve already gotten to him.
“H-hey Baby, what’s all this?”
“I missed you, wanted to come n’ surprise you”
He whimpers at your tone, It’s low and sweet like honey is dripping off your tongue.
“Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that pretty girl?”
You don’t answer him, instead, you grab his hip and turn him around, his back hitting the cold tile of the shower behind him.
You drop to your knees, in front of him, your eye level with his cock, which looks painfully hard, resting your palms on his thighs half-lidded eyes looking up at him intently.
“Bijou, You are gonna make me keel over if you keep looking at me like that”
His words make you giggle, you keep looking up at him for a while longer, reveling in the way he’s squirming under your gaze.
You decide that you’ve waited long enough and start to make little kitten licks to the head and down the long vein that runs on the underside of his dick, making him let out a very shaky breath.
You close your eyes and hum with approval at his reaction, he responds by fisting your hair with his large calloused fingers and slowly guiding you down onto him, exactly where he needs you.
You take him down your throat expertly at this point your gag reflex is a thing of the past.
Your nose hits the patch of curly brown hair that dusts his public bone, he whines at how tight and warm your mouth is.
"Jesus H Christ, Your mouth is like heaven.”
His praise just spurs you on, bobbing your head and moving your hands down his shaft faster and faster until he pulls you off of him.
His hand moves from your hair to cup the side of your face, forcing you to look up at him again.
“If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum, and if I don’t get to do it inside of you, I think I may pass out”
Ever the thespian you roll your eyes at him but smile up at him anyway.
He pulls you up by your hand and pushes you into the corner of the showers, your back hitting the tiles with a small thud.
He’s on you just as quick, attaching to your pulse point with an aggressive softness only he can bring.
His arms go under your thighs and hoist you up to straddle his hips, the feeling of his hard cock suddenly pushing between your legs knocks a whine out of you, the show of strength makes you dizzy, it always does.
He can feel the warmth of the slick that's now dripping down your thighs, it mixes with the water from the shower and his precum.
“Oh baby doll, what's got you that wet huh?”
Once he’s sure you're secure around his waist and you won’t fall, he moves his hands from your thighs to your waist and to the curve of your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his.
“Look at me and answer my question, I won’t ask you again”
The tone in his voice is intoxicating, normally you’d brat out because of it, but it had been far too long in your opinion since you had felt him like this.
(It was less than 24 hours, but that's neither here nor there)
“You, Daddy. It’s because of you” you mumble into his chest.
“Good job using your words baby, I’m gonna reward you for that”
You hum at him and he chuckles, your head is already fuzzy and he’s barely touched you.
You can feel his dick jump from its place in between your parted legs.
He can feel you trembling, it pulls a wolf-like smile to his lips.
“C’mon needy girl, you gotta help me.” You follow his directions and line him up to your entrance sinking in with a whine bubbling up your throat and off your tongue, He surges forward and swallows it, nipping your bottom lip all while using the gravity and force from your pinned spot on the wall to bounce you on him, you try desperately to meet his thrusts.
But his grasp on your hips is too much, he doesn’t want you to move, he wants to move you. So you let him.
He finally pulls back and looks at you with lust-blown eyes.
“That's it- Good girl, You’re taking me so well, my pretty baby”
You preen under his praise, the feeling in your belly starting to build.
“D-daddy please, harder.”
“You're begging so sweet for me, how can I deny that?”
He piston’s upwards, setting a borderline brutal pace, each thrust hits your sweet spot and suddenly the only thing coming out of your mouth is whines and Eddie's name and title over and over again.
Like a mantra.
“You’re close, baby aren’t you? You’re squeezing me so tight, like a vice on me sweets, gonna milk me dry”
“Please Daddy please, please Daddy” Your brain is going fuzzy and all you can think to do is beg more, so of course like the giving man he is, he listens again, angling his hips on the next thrust, making the wirey curls above his cock rub against your clit, that coupled with the praise, send you over the edge with a broken moan that quickly turns into a whimper, he doesn’t stop, chasing his own release that comes seconds after yours.
The feeling of his spend filling you so deeply rocks one of your aftershocks into a full-blown crescendo of pleasure.
Eddie lets you catch your breath before he slides out of you, carefully untangling your legs from their place wrapped around his hips, his hands slowly making their way down to your thighs to part them more.
Then he gets on his knees and makes himself eye level with your abused and leaking cunt.
He lets out a ragged breath and kisses the soft flesh in front of him mumbling into it.
“So pretty with my cum leaking out of you, my sweet sweet girl, you did so good for me, Thank you.”
You smile down at him, your mind hazy, the drop was definitely going to be intense but Eddie was already getting things ready to clean up.
He gets up off his knees trailing kisses in his wake, until he’s at his full height and looking down at you, he grabs your jaw and kisses you softly, pouring his love, devotion, and all the other things he feels into it.
“Let’s get cleaned up, yeah? And then we can go home and order in? Get some cream on those bruises.”
You hadn’t even noticed them, the imprint of his grasp on your hips had started to bloom with reds and slight purples.
You hum at him before quietly speaking “Kay, Wanna wash your hair please.”
He chuckles at you and nods while planting a kiss on the crown of your head.
He reaches over you to the little built-in shelf grabbing his body wash and a washcloth, he’s gentle as he cleans you off, the stickiness between your thighs washes away with the water.
You return the favor.
Next is washing each other's hair, the feeling of your nails on his scalp makes Eddie whimper slightly as you put the leave-in conditioner that you had finally conceived him to try.
Eddie gets out first, grabbing your hand and helping you over the little wall that stops the water from escaping the shower floor.
He wraps a towel around you, pulling you in again so he can pepper kisses all over your face.
“I love you so much princess-I’m one lucky bastard to have a girl like you, you’re so good to me.”
He wraps his towel around his waist and walks over to the bench so he can sit down and grab the microfiber towel from its spot in the side pocket of his practice bag, it’s a regular part of your routine, you in between his legs as you scrunch his hair for him, he grimaces but lets you do it, because you love taking care of him, and he loves it when you do.
When the two of you are done you get dressed, the clothes you came in with get stuck into the dirty clothes tote the metal head keeps in his bag for his grimy postgame uniforms.
You’ll do a load of laundry when you get home.
He puts you in one of his shirts, a pair of boxers, and team sweatpants, the sight of you in his clothes always makes his heart flip.
He puts everything into his bag and yours and slings them over his shoulder, skates already tied up and hanging in the cubby with his name, his stick is perched on his shoulder as he bows slightly and holds out his hand to you again as he has so many times before.
“Ya’ ready to go, M’lady. We’ve got a Chinese food order just waiting to be placed when we get to our castle”
You giggle at his theatrics and curtsy, “Yes my dear Sir, I am”
With fingers intertwined and smiles on your faces you walk to the truck, Eddie piles everything into the backseat and then jogs around to your side and opens the door, continuing his bit “M’lady, your chariot awaits”
You giggle at him again, God you're so gone for him it’s crazy.
He closes the door and again jogs over to his side, getting into the driver's side and turning his keys in the ignition, the engine roars to life & then you’re off.
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Little did you know, the locker room wasn’t empty, there was someone in the attached Ice bath & Hot Tub room.
Steve, poor pinning and down horrendous Steve was in the ice bath and suddenly all he can hear is moaning.
Immediately he knows it’s you and Eddie, after all the wet dreams he’s had, all the moments where he had his hands wrapped around himself thinking of how the two of you would sound.
It’s better than he ever thought it could be, all the blood rushes to his lower extremities, the ice bath suddenly feels like it’s boiling.
He pulls himself out and stalks over to the hot tub, sitting on the edge.
He stares down at his lap and sees how red and angry the tip of his dick is.
“Daddy, Please” The sounds of your moans get even louder.
His brain is starting to get fuzzy, and he knows that if he doesn’t take care of this now the drive home is going to be miserable.
So he gives in, letting his fist make its way down his stomach and giving his member a stiff tug, somehow there's already enough precum that it's easy, the friction makes him whine, he bites his lip knowing his draw blood by the time he’s done
He picks up his pace as he hears the sounds bouncing off the tiles of the showers and into his ears- He can tell you’re close, that soon enough he’s going to hear the sounds he’s been dreaming of, that he’s been craving since he reconnected with you, and met Eddie.
It finally comes- The high-pitched whine is music to his ears, and then there’s another mixing with yours.
It throws him over the edge, he tastes the copper of blood and feels the warm release all over his fist and stomach.
He lets out a sharp breath. The post-orgasm haze is heavy, his eyelids feel like the 50-pound barbells that are in the next room.
He waits, the minutes feel like hours until he hears the sound of laughter and the locker room door closing.
He pulls himself up, with shaky legs and makes his way to the shower, turning the dial to the same temperature as the ice bath he was in before.
It wakes him up, jolts him back into his body- and then the shame hits. Because your his friend, his best friend besides his new found kinship with Robin.
And Eddie.. he doesn’t know what exactly Eddie is, calling him a rival feels wrong, a friend feels too intimate.
He’s a crush, a teammate and a crush. And he’s yours, just like you are his, and there’s no space for Steve with the two of you.
It hurts- but he shakes his head and the feelings off, finishing up his shower, getting dressed and grabbing his shit.
He walks out the door, makes his way to the lobby and past the Barns threshold.
When he gets into the driver's side of his car he lets his head “thunk” against the steering wheel and screams.
If only this feeling would go away.
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