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keeponquinning · 1 year

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hey yve, now that summer is coming, do you ever think about eddie being annoyed by the hot weather? he has a rickety old fan blowing on him in his room. he’s in nothing but a tank top, lazily stroking himself. his ass sweat making a stain on his bed and his bangs slick to his forehead. he’s wanting nothing more to finish so he can stop stewing in it, but he’s having such a hard time without you there to help him

sorry about this mutuals. it’s demon hours and she asked for it

I didn't think about that, @eddieandbird

I'M THINKING ABOUT THAT NOW !!

I was thinking i wanted summer to come but now I have a whole ass different reason.

18+ !!!

Eddie would be so annoyed with the hot summer weather, the boy wasn't made for it, the fan helps, but not by much. what made it worse, funnily enough, is when he went to the mall with you earlier. because YOU love the summer, and looking forward to it, though you loved cuddling with your boyfriend in the cold, you loved the sun and that feeling of being free in loose fitting clothing made for the heat. you're amazed eddie still goes out with the layered clothing and jeans, already wearing some short shorts and a tank top for the shopping trip. he say you dress in cute summer dresses, so flow-y and cute as you twirled for him. then in more tank tops and jean shorts, showing off your hips and thighs — oh yeah, he really liked those. But the most torture for our favorite boyfriend? when you wanted to try some swimsuits. oh, he loved that the best. at first you tried out the one piece that showed off your curves and more of your thighs, hugging you in the right places, his fingers just itching to grab at you right there in the dressing room. but when you came out with the two piece? cherry red? hugging your breasts and showing off your tummy and your ass, your perfect ass?? He almost lost it. you were too perfect! you looked too good! he almost didn't want you to get that one in case any wandering eyes that were not his looked at the perfect vision of you.

but you did, anyway.

which led him to this sad state, practically melting in the heat, stroking his hard, fat cock, slick from his pre-cum and lube? or just sweat?? he wasn't sure, it made his hand glide up and down with ease, though, bringing him waves of pleasure as his cock throbbed and pulsed...thinking of you in the cherry red two piece bikini, knowing you'd taste so sweet on his tongue... but you were at home, probably sleeping like an angel, while his mind was filled with filth, imagining it's your hand stroking him instead. that helped a little, his tongue poking out between his lips as his hand went faster and faster, imagining you. imagining you begging for him to cum just for you... but every time he was close, something would distract him. some sound from outside the trailer, something that broke the fantasy of you being with him. he wanted to cum, needed to cum, but without you? he just didn't see the point.

"Baby?" he said into the phone when he was too needy. "Did I wake my princess?"

"Mmmhm," you sleepily respond, but he could tell you were smiling. "I don't mind, I was dreaming about you. Made my dream come true."

He grinned so happily at that, biting his bottom lip. "Wanna help me make my dream come true?"

You didn't think you did much, he was saying things much filthier than you were, but with your sweet voice in his ear, encouraging him, saying how much you loved him, he came all over his hand so quickly, so powerful it took the both of you by surprise. The sound of his laugh as he came made your heart beat louder and you grow wet. Repaying you the favor and talking you through your orgasm, his voice soft and deep doing things to you that you hadn't understood. After a moment it was just the two of you on the line, catching your breaths, laughing softly at the moment, how soft it was, how hot, how loving and yet how dirty.

"You know..." you started, swallowing hard. "If you had wanted to do something in the changing room... I would have wanted that, too."

"Shit... Really?"

"Mmhm. I... I would have wanted you to... I kind of...wanted you to touch me, the way you were looking at me with the two piece..."

He let out a sigh, "Shit... Wish I'd known that... I would have, Sweetheart... You looked..." Letting out a laugh, humming softly. "You looked perfect. If I see you wear it again, I... I don't think I'd be able to help myself, y'know?"

"Mmm... I was going to wear it tomorrow, when we're gonna go to the pool..."

"God... Yeah.... Yeah, do that... Gonna kill me, Sweetheart. You really are. But it's one hell of a way to go." He took a deep breath, "You know I hate the summer, right?"

You chuckled, "Uh-huh."

"Yeah, well... It's... It's not so bad, with you. As soon as I heard your voice? Heat didn't bother me once. You're my oasis. Thank you for that. Makes me think... This'll be my best summer yet, our best summer, I can feel it."

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scarletttries · 1 year

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Candy Cane Kisses (Eddie Munson One Shot)

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit Smut

Word Count: 3.6k

Author's Note: My little Christmas offering of fluffy smut for all the Eddie fans keeping up with my series, but wishing I would write some smut for him too! <3 Thank you for all the support on all my Eddie posts, and feel free to send in new requests any time! (heart) Also I couldn't possibly write a fic about Eddie leaving the reader a note and not recommend everyone go check out the amazing and adorable notes by Eddie and Bird (@eddieandbird) this is definitely inspired by some of their great work :)

Candy Cane Kisses (part of my Christmas List)

"And I heard on the radio on the way to school this morning, it's supposed to snow on Christmas day!" Lucas practically buzzed with excitement talking through his Christmas plans, finally in the last week of school before the Christmas break.

"It never snows in Hawkins." Eddie quickly shot down, focus not shifting from the scrappy piece of paper he clutched in his lap, scratching out line after carefully worded line, unsatisfied with every letter he scrawled messily on the page.

"Who pissed in your eggnog?" Mike snapped at him, leaning across the table to try and see what had his dungeon master so fixated.

"(Y/n)" Dustin sighed, feigning infatuation to the amusement of the others.

"He wishes." Gareth added, another round of raucous laughter sweeping across the table and finally lifting Eddie's eyes from his lap,

"That doesn't even make sense." He rolled his eyes at the smug looks around the table at his attempted protests, before getting entirely distracted by the small group of students walking by the table, in the centre of which floated you. You who made Eddie's stomach feel like he'd only eaten sugar for a week, but in a way he didn't mind. You who could make him feel at home for the length of a class in a town that otherwise despised him. You who looked up and gave him a smile as your group swanned past, his heart fluttering in his chest as he returned the gesture with the smallest wave, setting off the chorus of laughter from his group again. Eddie had it bad.

"So you're sending them a candy cane right?" Dustin probed, much to Eddie's annoyance.

"I don't know, stay out of it Henderson." Eddie retorted, sighing in defeat as he scrunched up the piece of paper in his lap to a fist sized ball, "I wouldn't even know what to say."

"Dude, the first day we had Hellfire after you sat next to (y/n) you opened with 'Fellas, I'm in love.' Maybe just try that?" Lucas offered helpfully, his optimism and honestly slightly overshadowed by Mike's sarcasm,

"Only if you want to scare them off, play it cool, keep it short. How about 'you're probably the only reason I'm getting a B in Biology'." He advised confidently, making Eddie wonder how he'd ended up taking romantic advice from freshman, and how they all actually had girlfriends.

"Just be honest okay, whatever that means." Dustin concluded, leaving Eddie back where he started, pulling out a fresh piece of paper and desperately trying to find the words he'd spent months hoping to say to your face.

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It was the end of the final period, on the last day of school before the holidays, and everyone watched the clock anxiously, desperate to run outside to see if any candy canes had been left stuck to their lockers.

"That's the reading you need to do over the next two weeks, and before you ask, yes there will be a quiz on it. Have a great break everyone, you are dismissed." Your teacher droned out in a single monotone sentence, not bothering to muster a smile as students poured out of her door with their well-wishes. You let most of the crowd rush ahead, confident your locker would be stood undecorated, focused solely on keeping up with your friends and your grades now that you were in your senior year. You almost didn't bother to check before you headed off for the break, but one small spark of hope made you walk the length of the hallway just in case. And to your surprise there a single candy cane sat, fixed to your locker handle with a curl of red ribbon, a physical token of affection from someone in your life.

You paused for a moment before you dared to read it, revelling in the moment of possibility; any number of friends might have just sent it as a festive gesture and nothing more, but that didn't stop your heart beating a little faster as you finally flicked open the little card,

"Hey sweetheart, I just wanted you to know that you're kind of my favourite person. And i'm going to miss you over Christmas break. I hope that's okay. Love, Eddie (Munson) (from Biology)"

You wanted to laugh at his detailed signature, but what caught your eye most was the little underline he'd scrawled under 'love'. Like he'd chosen to sign his card like that intentionally, more than just a throw away greeting. You let out a small chuckle to yourself as you walked away from your locker, feeling the corners of your mouth lift up into a smile, glad you didn't have anything planned for that afternoon.

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Eddie had skipped final period in its entirety, a black hole opening up inside his stomach at the thought you reading his far-from-perfect note, sucking up any optimism he'd had for the gesture. He sat on the edge of his bed, growing more and more frustrated at his inability to play along to even a simple song on his guitar, mind entirely clouded in thick, dark fog - until two headlights pulling up outside seemed to cut right through the haze.

You'd never been to Eddie's trailer before, and on the drive over you started to wonder why. You and Eddie only really saw each other at school, occasionally seeing each other on the weekends in a wider group of friends, Eddie always taking the opportunity to find the seat next to you, willing himself to ask you to slip away, and soaking up every second he got to spend in your company. You'd never really had a moment alone together, not without a crowd of students or friends spread out around you, and that realisation gave this whole situation a atmosphere of anticipation as you knocked on the trailer door, Eddie opening it almost as soon as your knuckles made contact, unable to make himself wait a moment longer to see you.

"Hi Eddie, can I come in?" Your voice had a slight nervous shake to it as you spoke, the air in the room feeling a little thin as he opened the door with a nod, pointing down to the small corridor to his bedroom. Staring at the walls covered in dark posters, and metal covers, and occult imagery you couldn't help but smile at just how 'Eddie' his room was, wishing you had been invited in sooner and feeling like you got to know him a little better just by being here. Eddie immediately returned to the same spot on his bed, hunching over slightly in self-preservation as you took small steps, exploring the space.

"Good last day?" Eddie questioned, like small talk could keep him from having to explain himself to you, or experience whatever disappointing conclusion his infatuation with you was about to reach.

"Yeah it was. I got a candy cane." You said softly, pulling the little card from Eddie out of your pocket. Eddie didn't look up from his lap, knowing exactly why you were here in his mind, and bracing himself to spend the rest of the school year skipping biology. "Did you really mean what you wrote?"

He nodded his head softly, taking a deep breath before he dared to speak, desperate to hold himself together at least until you left, "Being your friend has made this year a lot better than the last few, and I love it, but honestly I want to be more than that. And I wanted you to know." He stared down at his hands, twisting a skull shaped ring over and over, as if not looking at you would keep him safe from whatever you were about to say. You walked around to stand just in front of him, the feel of your soft hands taking his enough to pull his focus up towards you, brown eyes glistening as they stared up at you hopelessly.

You moved slowly, first separating his interlocked hands, then bringing each of them purposefully to your waist. He didn't smile as your left his hands there, settling yours around his neck as you gradually sank down to straddle his lap, Eddie's grip tightening slightly as you settled onto his thighs. Brushing a strand of his thick hair away from his cheek bone, you smiled and whispered,

"Thanks for the candy cane." Before leaning in, slowly, carefully until the warmth of his lips melted the coldness on yours. You only held it for a second, testing the waters, Eddie's expression still unreadable as you watched the gears in his head turning. And then he was back on you, diving forward to feel your lips, encompassing you in his arms as he kissed you like the soft peppermint taste of you might be the only thing he ever wanted to experience again. You smiled as you let your fingers run through the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling him let out a blissful hum that only parted his lips further, letting him make more hungry swallows of your lips, your head swimming with the obvious devotion in the way he chased your kiss. You pulled him back slightly to get a better look at his face, finally beginning to grow a smile that his romantic gesture had paid off, and that he now knew your lips were even sweeter than he'd been picturing.

"I'm really glad we're going to just protect our friendship." You said matter-of-factly, watching Eddie's face fall back into despair before you erupted into laugh, a matching grin returning to his face as he poked you in the side for your mischief.

"Oh that was cruel! You can't mess with a guy while you're on his lap!" He bellowed through his laughter, lips planting a constellation of kisses across your face, drawn to you now they had the option to be.

"I'm sorry, I'll be sure to get off your lap before I laugh at you next time." You teased, happy the dramatic tension in the air had shifted to the kind of laid back joking you loved about Eddie.

"Don't you dare" He rebuffed, squeezing you tightly against his chest to make sure you weren't going to leave his lap for any reason. As his grip shifted you higher on his thighs you could feel yourself brush over his crotch, a growing bulge starting to strain against the denim of his jeans. You rocked your hips again, capturing the involuntary moan from Eddie with a kiss, the vibrations from it running all the way down your spine. Eddie wasn't sure whether to apologise profusely or pretend he wasn't hard between your thighs, wishing he had just an ounce of self-control when it came to you. And then you rocked your hips against him again, intentional in your movements, devilish smile on your face as he broke the kiss to hold in a moan, and Eddie knew he was a goner.

One hand trailing down to your ass to support you, Eddie shifted himself backwards on the bed until he could lay on a pillow, keeping your chest pressed against his as he moved. His breath stilled in his lungs as he felt your weight shifting on top of him, the brushes over his jeans only that much more intense at this angle, his eyes clenching shut as he forced himself to take a deep breath.

"We can stop Eddie?" You reassured, a little concerned as he struggled to reopen his eyes to respond.

"I really don't want to stop! I'm just, uh, really not used to having a pretty girl on my bed. Or on my lap. So I'm just very excited." You smiled at his honesty and the slightly pained grin on his face as he looked up at you, leaning over him with his arms wrapped around you, a best case scenario for today that he wouldn't have even dared to dream about.

"You're very sweet. And I'm very excited too." You flirted, watching Eddie's eyes almost roll back in his head with a sigh at your words, before pulling himself together enough to roll you on to your back, rising up on his knees to undo the button on your jeans.

"You're going to be the death of me sweetheart, I already know it." He laughed, almost to himself, as he eased the denim down your legs, until only your panties remained, a sight Eddie had imagined on his cold, lonely nights more than once.

"Fuck." He sighed out as let his lips began to mark a trail up your leg, kissing and sucking at the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs and drinking every twitch and giggle the action drew from you. As his fingers reached the edge of your underwear, everything he wanted now in his reach, he raised his head slightly, solemn look in his eye as he spoke,

"Are you sure you want this? With me?" Your heart practically burst with affection as you stared down at him, full of desire and want and need, for him.

"I want this, and I want you Eddie." The words almost came out in a whine as you felt yourself getting wetter waiting for his touch, the smile on his face as your confirmation the most confident he'd looked since you walked into his room.

"Good girl." Was all he said as he hooked his fingers into your waistband and removed the final bit of fabric in his way. He started slowly, just running a finger softly over your slit, watching your every reaction closely, wanting to take his time to see exactly what you liked. Even these small touches had his finger coated in slick, and you watched him experimentally bring it to his lips, sucking it clean and humming happily as he did.

"I always knew you were sweet inside and out." He praised before burying his head between your thighs, tongue licking broad flat strokes over your centre, tasting every drop of your excitement and starting to draw louder pants and moans from you with every motion. Two of his fingers slipped inside you easily, the cold metal of his rings grazing your clit between licks and making your whole body flinch at the sensation. Eddie chuckled against you at the reaction, only stimulating your sensitive bud more,

"Eddie," you whimpered, "You feel so good." He moaned against you at the praise, free hand shifting your shirt up slightly so his broad palm could rest flat over your stomach, holding you in place and feeling you tense and shake as he worked.

"You're so good to me sweetheart, letting me taste you like this. Letting me hear you say my name like this is one of my wet dreams. Now whenever I wear my rings I'm just going to be thinking about how much you like them here." As if it prove his point he brought the cold metal to brush over your clit, soft strokes in time with plunging fingers, your thighs clenching around his head involuntary at the throbbing feeling growing inside you of,

"Fuck, you're killing me (y/n)." He groaned again at the movement, feeling his own hips rock against the bed as yours started to buck against his touch, following his every movement, the pressure tightening in your stomach as his tongue returned to your clit, worshipping every inch of your pussy with his fingers and mouth, holding you against the bed as you started to squirm at all tingly sensation spreading through you.

"Eddie," You cried out again as he curved his fingers to massage a new spot inside you, steady flicks of his tongue bringing you to the edge as he savoured every drop of you he tasted, "I'm gonna-" was all you got out as the tension inside you overflowed into release, your legs shaking around Eddie as he moaned happily against you, maintaining his steady rhythm as he felt the waves of pleasure ripple through your core, even the soft brush of his untamed hair on your inner thighs making you flinch with sensitivity.

You felt your head begin to clear as your rode out your orgasm, placing a hand under Eddie's chin to bring him up for a kiss, watching the slight glee in his eyes as he held his position a little too long, watching you squirm from the overstimulation of his continuous circles on your clit, knowing you were awakening something in him you'd be on the receiving end of for a long time to come.

He wiped his glistening face with the back of his hand as you brought his lips back to yours, feeling himself twitch in excitement at the combination of two new favourite tastes. He only leant up for air as you pulled his shirt over his head, letting your hands trace along each of his tattoos, noticing the slight gasp of breath he took when the tip of your finger brushed lightly over each of his nipples. Even with his whole body pressed to yours, your entrance still sensitive from his touch, you needed to feel more of him. Clearly hoping for the same thing, the second you started to unbutton his jeans, Eddie quickly stood up, kicking them off for you, watching in awe as you pulled off your shirt, and unclasped the bra underneath letting it fall forwards, watching Eddie's hard cock twitch as you discarded it.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Eddie said the words like a prayer, awestruck as he crawled back over your form, lips drawn to your now exposed chest. One hand followed cupping and kneading at the tender curves while his lips grazed over the other nipple, planting gentle kisses and tracing soft shapes with his tongue, sure nothing had ever compared to how good he felt right now.

He had the the exact same thought as your hand snaked between your bodies, taking hold of Eddie's throbbing length and starting firm, smooth strokes, your thumb rubbing the base in a way that made Eddie let out an earth-shattering moan. He was used to the feel of his own hand, supplemented by his vivid imagination, but feeling the touch of yours as his tip dipped into the soft, sticky skin of your thighs had Eddie finding nirvana and swearing allegiance to whichever dark force put you in his life. Losing the ability to do anything but pant and groan as you worked him in your hand, you eased Eddie on to his back bringing a leg over him to straddle his thighs once again. Eddie watched you through lidded eyes, his chest heaving up and down with every touch, his whole body jolting as you ran your tongue over his leaking tip, not sure how much more of this he was going to survive.

"(y/n)" he managed to moan out breathlessly, eyes widening as he watched you line him up between your dripping folds. .

"You still want this Eddie?" You sighed out, making sure to put extra emphasis on his name as you teasingly ran him over your slit.

"Fuck, yes, please, please." He begged, hips trying to buck up beneath you, desperate to feel you wrapped around him. His cock almost ached as you slowly sank down around him, feeling yourself stretched and filled completely by his perfect size. Eddie watched your eyes flutter shut as you took a few gentle bounces, your chest jumping with the rest of you in easily the hottest sight Eddie had ever seen. Needy for more of you, to feel you react to his touch again, Eddie sat himself up, keeping you wrapped around him as he pulled you into his lap.

"Good girl." He cooed as he brought his fingers to your throbbing clit, watching as you started to bounce more eagerly in response to his touch, your sensitivity addictive to Eddie, his mind already racing with all the fun he could have with it, driving you over the edge of pleasure again and again if you'd let him.

"Eddie," you moaned again as his fingers strummed over you, tongue lapping at your nipples as you rocked up and down, every part of you alight at his vigilant touch. He focused on your every noise and tremble, trying to memorise the look on your face as your hips started to stutter again, back arching your chest against his lips as your walls started clench down around him,

"That's my girl, cum for me, that's it." He praised, coaxing the orgasm out of you with frantic thrusts of his hips, making sure you were almost crying with ecstacy before he finally spilled his seed inside you, the feeling of releasing all over your walls something he knew he'd be chasing again and again, wanting to stay deep inside you forever.

You could feel the content smile washing over your face as you collapsed onto Eddie's chest, his back landing on the bed again as his hands worked soft warm circles over your skin.

"That was amazing." You signed out absentmindedly, Eddie humming happily in agreement as he kept you held close, enjoying the perfect moment of bliss before he worked up the nerve to ask you on a real date. He let his gaze fall to your satisfied face, before a glimpse of something shimmering caught his eye out the window - turns out it did snow in Hawkins sometimes.

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flawiette · 11 months

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Someone special

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: When Christmas arrives and everything goes wrong, what’s left?

Warnings: none!

Credit to @eddieandbird for the note idea <33 I adore her page and that’s what gave me the inspiration for the little one you’ll see here! Go check her profile!!

Christmas wasn’t happening this year.

If there was one tradition the Munsons keep up is celebrating Christmas, no questions asked.

Wayne would work his ass off to be home both on the 24th and 25th, working shifts over shifts.

They didn’t have any decoration apart from some fairy lights Eddie would hang onto the livi room’s walls and a small Christmas tree him and Wayne bought the first year he was taken in him by his uncle.

But that was all it took for them, just enjoying each other presence, no amount of tiredness, lack of money or pain could access them as they’d sit on the couch close to one another drinking hot cocoa while watching a Christmas movie.

Therefore when Eddie met you, he immediately knew you were special, and as time went on he had no doubt in his heart on how your should be a permanent presence is his life.

That’s why he was so mortified.

It was you guys’s first Christmas together after meeting 6 months prior and living a real life fairytale, he needed to make you a part of it, he needed to put in that head of his that you now were a part of the family and that he wanted to cherish every year.

So imagine how he’d feel when on December 24th at 3pm he got a call from Dustin telling him he needed to get taken to the hospital because he broke his leg, he was in the living room with you, hanging those fairy lights that had more tape on them just to keep them together than a back to school section at target.

he started to sweat and shake.

You kept telling him that it was going to be okay! To go check up on dustin! That you’d take care of it!

imagine how he’d feel after he was told by the nurses that as the only adult he had to stay till they’d dismiss him in a few hours, and how heartbroken he’d sound on the phone telling you all that knowing it was now 6pm.

You kept decorating the house anyways.

It was somehow more exciting this way, you were disappointed for not being able to do it with Eddie, he couldnt stop talking about how much he was looking towards doing that with you, but the thought of surprising both him and Wayne with one of your presents made you thrilled.

Imagine how he felt when he came home at 1am to find the whole house decorated with new colourful lights, to find new ornaments onto the tree, to find a now cold freshly baked cake on the dining table along with 2 mugs of ,now absolutely not hot, cocoa with a piece of paper aside.

And imagine how he’d feel to find you sleeping on the couch, all nice and warm under a blanket, with a cup of empty hot cocoa in front of you.

He kneeled in front of the couch and started to caress your forehead, slightly wailing.

He couldn’t believe how much of a disaster that had turned into.

It was supposed to be a perfect night with his two favourite people in the entire world, a night full of laughter and happiness.

Instead, you sat there alone the whole evening, hung the lights all by yourself, decided to bake a cake for them, cutting it, put it into plates just to look at the door hoping someone would come by for the whole evening, witnessing the movies endings and the drinks getting cold.

Yes, the drinks, you had made them as-well, like that would prove you were waiting for them, like you didn’t want them to be left out.

That’s probably when you fell asleep out of exhaustion.

If there was something he promised himself after meeting you was to cherish you till his last breath. You were the gift he had prayed for his whole life. Every Christmas, birthday. Every shooting starts. He had searched for you so much.

And there you were. He had finally found you.

He knew the way to repay the universe for this gift was by giving all of himself to you, and he felt like he fucked up completely already. He could picture you vanishing from one moment to the other.

His fingers dancing on your skin had probably disturbed you in your sleep, making you wake up. You definitely didn’t know were you were for a bunch of seconds, too sleepy to understand anything, but then you saw Eddie.

Your eyes were a mirror to those fairy lights at his back, and your big eyes looked straight at him with something he definitely didn’t deserve.

Happiness.

He thought you’d be disappointed. Angry. That you’d scold him for leaving you all by yourself.

But as you slightly got up your lips curved up in a sweet smile, your eyes softened.

“You made it” you said whispering.

“I-I know I’m s-“

You pecked his lips by taking his face in between your hands and pulling him forward.

“Happy Christmas my love” was breathed agains his lips.

The decorations, the lights, the movies didn’t matter… only love did that Christmas, like it’s always supposed to be.

AN: I just probably witnessed the stupidest advertisement in human history for Chinese food that featured Christmas music and people playing tennis under the snow in JUNE but my mind said EDDIE so… That’s how we got here.

No. Its wasn’t a fever dream. Yes. I wished it was.

If any of you mention me writing about Christmas in June I will personally burn your house down ❤️❤️❤️

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sweetsweetjellybean · 2 years

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In the cold November rain

Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader Steve Harrington/Fem!Reader Ao3

TW: Story runs congruent to events in the show. If you know what happens in season 4, then you'll know how this will end.*Be warned.* 18+ Eventually Smut, Angst, High School Fuckery, Drinking, Drugs Let me know if I miss any.

Can you have two great loves in a lifetime?

You've had the ideal childhood in Hawkins with your best friend & protector Steve Harrington. When it's ripped away, can you pick up the pieces? Eddie Munson may be able to help.

A story about the pain of growing up, unrequited love, and loss.

Part 1 /12? Masterlist

Sincerest & Eternal Thanks To @loveshotzz A magnificent writer & phenomenal human who sparked my Eddie love. I never would have posted this without her.

Inspired by @loveshotzz & notes by @eddieandbird

The bell tinkles as you enter Family Video, a girl with shoulder-length hair is behind the counter, flipping through a magazine. She barely looks up as you walk to the romance section. You've been looking forward to tonight for weeks. You have the perfect evening planned, you and John Huges alone in your parent's house. Microwave popcorn, teenage angst, and no thinking. Your workload is crushing this semester. With the deadline for three big projects looming, your stress level is at an all-time high, and Jake Ryan is sure to cure what ails you. Your parents tried to convince you to postpone your plans for another weekend. They were at the lake all week and didn't want to miss your short visit home. As much as you loved them, you planned it this way on purpose, wanting to be on your own for a while. You were scanning the shelves when a familiar voice interrupted.

"Can I…Oh! It's you." Steve Harrington is beside you, with his long hair pushed back from his face looking perfect and handsome in his green vest with his name pinned to it. "What are you doing here?" He asks, pulling you in for a friendly hug. He still smells the same, Irish Spring, Faberge shampoo, and all the other little things that make you think of home.

"I needed a movie." It's overwhelming having him so close again. "You work here?"

"Yeah. It's kind of depressing, right? This is actually a step up from my last job." It's not like him to be anything less than confident.

"There's nothing wrong with working here, Steve."

"You look so different. I almost didn't recognize you."

"Gee, thanks." You tease.

"You're beautiful. Just old. I mean, not old..older."

You laugh as he stumbles over his words. "That's what happens when you grow up."

You've known Steve Harrington all your life. Your parents are friends, and your dads do business together. When you were little, he used to run around naked in your backyard, and you spent many summer days swimming in his pool. There are albums full of photos of the two of you on family vacations and during the holidays.

He was your best friend in Elementary School. You were shy and quiet, and he was confident and cool. Even back then, he was larger than life. He protected you from bullies and ensured you always had a seat next to him at lunch. You never had to make your own friends because it was just expected that his crowd would welcome you. In return, you took care of him. His parents were frequently gone, and he wasn't their top priority when they were home. Your mom always had an extra snack waiting for him and an extra place set in case he stayed for dinner. You think your dad had secretly wanted a boy. He spent hours with Steve playing catch in the backyard. He even coached one of his little league teams for a season. You were in awe of him. You'd play whatever game he chose and watch all his favorite cartoons. The only thing that mattered to you was being by his side. He would talk endlessly about sports, which you were never interested in, but you never missed a single one of his games.

Things start changing as you head into middle school. He grew taller and his features sharpened. Being a natural athlete gave him lean muscles that girls started whispering about. Your social status was elevated for just knowing him. The other girls told you how lucky you were that he spent time with you. And that's how you felt lucky and special. He was always one of the cool kids, but now he spent more time working at it. He liked the benefits of being popular, and so did you, so you never questioned him.

One afternoon you came from school, and your mother tearily told you your dog Pepper had been hit by a car. You ran to his house crying, throwing yourself into his arms. You expected him to cry with you or at least be sad. You wanted him to get you through it, make it okay like he always did. A few boys from his basketball team were hanging around when you arrived. They traded uncomfortable looks while you explained what happened. He held you at arm's length and told you that Pepper was just a dog and that you were embarrassing him. From that day forward, you understood that there are expectations that come along with standing by his side. So you became what he wanted. You wouldn't swear or gossip; you were a nice girl, a sweet girl. You always wore nice clothes, sweater sets, and preppy loafers. Your frizzy hair tamed into a high pony or a bun. You looked like you belonged with him. When you were alone, he'd act more like himself, playful and even a little goofy. Those moments made you fall in love with him, and you fell hard. He could make your whole day with only a smile or a kind word.

He started dating the summer before high school. That's when the first cracks appeared on your heart. He didn't see you anymore. You were just…there. An accessory. He still treated you kindly and made sure you had a seat close to him at the lunch table, just not next to him. Not anymore. That seat was for whoever had caught his eye. He climbed through your window late after practice or after a date to tell you about his day. More cracks came when the conversation would turn to his girlfriends, but if you could be what he needed, maybe he would come back to you. Someday he would realize that you were the one that truly cared about him. So you grew a thick skin and waited.

You picked all the same classes as him so you could help with his homework and have more time with him. You had a seat with the popular kids in every class. Steve's parents started going out of town more often. He threw parties while they were gone cementing his title as King Steve. You were always invited, and they were always fun. You would stay over and help him clean up so his parents wouldn't find out. You took your place at the top of the high school social hierarchy. You walked the halls beside him with your head high in the air. Everyone knew who you were, and you got used to being treated a certain way. He gave you everything, and you never earned any of it.

Part 2

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader

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musicmoviestv · 1 year

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I know I have done this once before, but it is getting close to the new year, so I would like to do this one more time. I would like to thank all my followers, mutuals, friends, and everyone who has talked to me and has been very kind to me. I am thankful for all of you and love you all. And since I have done this before I am tagging a lot of the same blogs from before, but I would like to add some more because y'all are all great. If I am still forgetting some of you that I talk to I'm sorry, I want to tag all of you but there are so many I may forget. Anyway I love and appreciate all of you, and again thank you to all of you ❤️❤️❤️

@86corrodedcoffins, @goldenbrownanddistasteful, @thefreakofhawkins86, @princesseddie @natti-ice , @mad-max86 , @banishededdie, @eddieandbird, @unbetaedimagines, @madaboutmunson @ghosttownwherenoonegoes , @sparks363 @my-my-only-angel ,@jadeylovesmarvelxo , @owletwriter ,@purple-storm, @skyfall8600, @jonathansonlysweetheart, @iamtheonlysophyouneed, @xchrissycunningham1986x,@sammy-steve-btsarmyakasammy,@bandnerd-robin, @primroseprime2019 , @slightlyvicked, @harrywavycurly , @thefreaksgfsstuff, @nyxoz , @sunflowerharrington , @bimbobaggins69 , @sw34terw34ther , @niceboyeds , @seidenbros , @edsbug ,@ceriseheaven , @myobmaya , @joseph-quinns, @puppy-coded, @ghalavane, @love-thefruityfour , @wishiwas-yourcigarette, @witchy-munson , @munsons-mayhem28,@beep-beep-sherlock,@emmyshortcake

Again if there is any of you I may have forgotten that I talk to or if you're a follower/mutual of mine I'm sorry, but it is hard for me to remember everyone, but just know I appreciate all of you ❤️

I hope all of you have a good day and I look forward to talking to you more and making more friends in the new year! ♥️

#mutuals #followers #friends #thank you ♥️

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eddieandbird · 4 months

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hi everyone. i am incredibly sorry about the long unexpected hiatus. i won’t bore you with details, i was gone for two main reasons:

the holidays were extremely busy and i hardly had time to myself so i’ve been kinda avoidant of my social media

i am very disappointed with some people involved with st as of late. i’m not going to go into further detail, i’m too sensitive and not in the mood to discuss it privately either.

i do want to say thank you all so much for making this blog such a wonderful place to me. i genuinely hope all of you have been doing well. i’m doing fine, 2023 was good to me and 2024 already is showing signs that it’s only getting better. for now i want to say that i’m done making posts here. feel free to come say hi in the dms, i just ask that you be patient with my responses and be respectful 🫶

with all the love in my heart,

bird

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thruheavenandhighwater · 1 year

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Pairing: Eddie Munson/ Female OC

Requested By: NA (inspired by this note by @eddieandbird)

Word Count: 4,264

Summary: It's been a few months since the prom. Faith and Eddie are still in the honeymoon early days of their relationship when the first speedbump pops up. Assumptions and almost miscommunications lead to anxiety and an important conversation.

Stranger Things Masterlist Eddie Munson Masterlist

Part Three of Leap of Faith Series Masterlist

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It had been decided on Sunday night. When 7 o'clock rolled around and Faith began to gather her things. Eddie was on the edge of his bed, watching as she packed her things into her bag.

"I wish you could just stay forever," he whined as he fell back on the bed.

"We both have to work tomorrow," she answered.

"Okay, yeah, but work sucks. We could just stay in bed all day instead."

"And where would that get us?" She asked with a laugh. "We gotta work and save up so we can get out on our own. Wayne is sick of me showing up every other day while he's trying to sleep."

Eddie groaned loudly and crossed his arms over his eyes. "Is it really too much to ask that I get to be happy?" He asked out loud. "I just want to spend the rest of my life in bed with my super hot, super awesome girlfriend."

She set her bag next to the bedroom door and walked back to the bed. She laid beside him, one arm stretching across his stomach. He moved his arms from his face, a wide smile growing as he wrapped her up in his arms. He pulled her tightly to his chest, as if her being across the small room for more than a second had been torture.

"Well, your super awesome girlfriend needs to go home," she whispered into his shoulder. "She's tired and doesn't want to fall asleep at work tomorrow."

"Just spend the night," he answered casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

She went rigid beneath his arm. If Eddie noticed, he didn't say as much. They'd been dating for a few months, becoming official the day after prom when Eddie called to tell her that he'd had a great time. Afternoon naps on the lumpy couch were nothing new, but they'd never spent the night together. The only times they were ever in his bedroom together were times that Wayne was home. But Wayne worked nights at the plant and was already gone for the evening.

"I have to get up early," was the excuse she eventually landed on. "I don't wanna wake you up while I'm getting ready or something. Plus, I don't have any work clothes with me for tomorrow."

He pulled her somehow closer to himself with a small, satisfied groan. "What about Friday?" He asked.

"What about Friday?"

"Well, neither of us work on Saturday, right? You could stay over on Friday and not have to worry about getting up early."

She was quiet. Trying to filter through her thoughts to find a good reason to say no. It's not that she didn't want to stay with him. She did. Kind of. She liked these moments with him. She liked being close to him, feeling him all around her. She liked smelling his cologne on her shirt after they'd spent a few hours cuddled up together. But she knew what spending the night with a boyfriend meant. She'd heard all of her friends talk about it for the past few years. Girls were expected to do a little more than kiss if they spent the night. And that, she knew, she wasn't ready for.

Eddie noticed her silence and interrupted her thoughts gently. "If you're worried about Wayne being home or whatever, he's technically supposed to have Fridays off but he usually picks up a shift since he gets paid double for working overtime."

"I'm not worried about Wayne," she smiled into his chest. "Worried about you."

"Me?" He asked, feigning offense.

"Yes, you," she answered. "Who knows what you're gonna do once you've got me all alone in your bed all night."

He giggled, a high pitched and sweet sound. He rolled onto his side to face her, his free hand landing on her hip. "Oh," he smiled. "Well, I'm obviously planning to ravage you for hours, of course." He smiled as he leaned towards her, still smiling as his lips met hers. She moved her hand from his stomach to his cheek, her fingers landing softly on his stubbled skin.

"I gotta go," she whispered as she pulled away from the kiss just slightly. Eddie jutted out his bottom lip, a pitiful whimper sounding from his throat as he dark eyes pouted.

She stood from the bed, his hand catching hers and holding it weakly. She smiled down to him as she freed the appendage. His pout fell in favor of a smile as he sat up straight. He reached forward, the space between his hands silently begging to be filled. She stepped towards him, his arms wrapping around her waist as hers circled his shoulders.

"Walk me out?"

"Always," he smiled.

He stood from the bed and took her hand in his. As they passed through his bedroom door he bent slightly to retrieve her bag from the floor. He slung in over his shoulder and followed her through the door and down the narrow hallway. Once they were at her car, he allowed her to pull her hand from his to unlock the door, quickly opening the back door and dropping her backpack to the seat.

“Call me when you get home?” He asked, his arms finding her waist once again.

“I will,” she answered, placing her hands on his biceps.

He ducked just enough to catch her lips in another soft kiss before she took a step back. She sat down behind the wheel of her car, putting the key into the ignition and bringing the engine to life. Eddie leaned into her open window, crossing his forearms as his head breached the window. “Drive safe,” he instructed. She nodded and smiled as he leaned into the window further, one more kiss for the road before retreating and stepping away from the car. He raised one hand in a silent wave as she backed away from the house and started to make her way home.

She’d called him as soon as she was home and finalized their plans for the following weekend. When she couldn’t come up with a good reason to say no, she thought that maybe there wasn't a good reason. Maybe she just had to say yes, spend the night, and deal with whatever that meant when the time came. But as the days wore on and their sleepover loomed closer and closer, she began to let herself worry.

On wednesday Eddie called after work. He called most days, just to tell her about his day. About work and to playfully judge the music choices of the customers that came into the record store where he worked. But he was extra giddy when she answered today.

“So, Wayne definitely picked up Friday,” he announced. His smile was evident as he spoke. “So we’re safe for the night. Don’t gotta worry about the old man ruining all the fun.”

Her palm began to sweat against the clear plastic of her bedside phone. She swallowed around nothing and tried to put on a fake smile, hoping that in his excitement he wouldn’t be able to hear her nerves through the phone.

“That’s great,” she answered. “Guess there’s nothing to worry about, then?”

“Nope, we’re home free, babe.”

The rest of the phone call went as they usually did. Eddie talked about work and his coworkers, who he still wasn’t entirely sure liked him even after working with them all summer. She allowed herself to relax into her sheets as she told him about her own day at work. Waitressing was easy enough most days, but some days were hard. Some days brought in grumpy patrons who would use her as a verbal punching bag to relieve whatever stress they had going on.

“Sounds like an asshole,” Eddie commented as she finished telling him about one guy in particular who must have been having an extra shitty day. “Sometimes I wish we lived together. You could come home to me and tell me all about those shitty people and I could make it all better.”

“And how would you make it all better?”

“Bubble baths and massages, obviously.”

She giggled, rolling over on top of her sheets as she got comfortable. “Massages, huh?”

“Full body, if the lady likes.”

“Okay, calm down over there, Munson,” she chastised.

“Hey, don’t be mad at me when I can’t keep my hands off ya,” he giggled. “Not my fault you agreed to go out with me for some fuckin’ reason.”

And then, much too quickly, it was Friday. Today was the day. As she was finishing up her shift at work, she found herself almost wanting her last table to stay. She offered them desert and coffee, putting on her best customer service smile in hopes that it would be enough to convince them. But they refused. They all smiled and thanked her as she set their check on the table and walked away. Once they were gone and she was cleaning up the table, she noticed they’d left a really good tip. More than what she was used to or had expected. She pocketed her money, adding it to the wad of mostly singles in the pocket of her jeans and clocked out.

Normally, if she had plans to go to Eddie’s after work, she could leave the diner and go straight there. She’d show up smelling like onion rings with the intention of showering once she was home. But tonight, she wasn’t going home. Tonight she was staying. Tonight she was nervous.

She went home and headed straight for the shower. She spent probably way too long beneath the stream of hot water. She felt her nerves growing in her stomach as she rinsed shampoo from her hair. They grew tenfold as she dragged the pink disposable razor up her legs.

She grabbed her backpack from its hook on the back of her bedroom door and threw it haphazardly on the bed. She worked quickly, taking deep breaths as she dried her body and dressed for the evening. Well, the first part of the evening. Her fingers fidgeted and flexed against her palms as she began to pack for the second part of the evening.

What was she supposed to wear to bed? Normally, in her own bed, it was simple. An old t shirt and whatever pants were most comfortable. If it was cold, thick cotton pajamas. If it was warmer, shorts or just panties. But tonight was different. She felt a strange sense of urgency as she rifled through her drawer of pajamas. Should she go for cute over comfort? The only things in the drawer that could be considered cute was a matching set her mother had given her for her last birthday. They looked nice on her, but they were stiff and kind of itchy. She eventually decided against cute. She was already feeling slightly uneasy about staying the night with Eddie, there was no reason to make herself even more uncomfortable by forcing herself into the itchy pajamas. An old shirt from her family vacation to Tennessee the year before and a pair of cotton shorts would have to do.

She packed a change of clothes for the morning and her pajamas into her backpack. She looked down at the clothes and felt her nerves flare up again. She closed her eyes and took two deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself. It was fine. She would be fine. She liked Eddie, loved him even though neither of them had said it yet. She liked being with him. One more deep breath, in through her nose and out through her mouth, and she felt a little better. She left the backpack open on her bed and made her way to the bathroom down the hall. She grabbed her hairbrush, her toothbrush, and a few other essentials.

Once her bag was packed she said goodbye to her parents, reminding them that she wouldn’t be home tonight. Her mother wore a look of concern but said her own goodbye anyway, reminding her to be safe. She nodded, closing the door behind her.

She gripped her steering wheel tightly when she parked behind Eddie’s van. Her gaze was fixed on his crooked license plate as she tried to talk herself out of leaving. A part of her wanted to pull away and go back home. She could call Eddie and tell him that she’d suddenly fallen ill and had to stay home. But she couldn’t do that, not really. They’d probably heard her pull in, her tires disrupting the gravel of the driveway and announcing her arrival. She took a deep breath and grabbed her bag from the passenger seat. She gave herself a quick pep talk as she swung her door open. Just go inside, Faith. Quit being a baby.

Eddie answered the door with a bright smile. His long hair was pulled back into a low, loose ponytail. He stepped away from the door, his arm raised as she walked past him into the living room. Wayne was standing at the stove in the small kitchen, stirring something in a pot that smelled great.

“You, my dear, have excellent timing,” Eddie smiled as he took her bag from her. “We’re just finishing up dinner.”

He kissed her temple quickly before disappearing with her bag down the hallway. She greeted Wayne with a smile, standing somewhat awkwardly in the living room.

"Hope you're hungry, kiddo," Wayne smiled before turning his attention back to the stove.

Eddie came back to the kitchen, pulling on an oven mitt and shooing Wayne away from the stove. He opened the oven door and the scent of garlic filled the small space.

Neither man would accept her offers to help set up for family dinner. She sat in a chair that Eddie had pulled up the table specifically for her and watched as they worked. Eddie grabbed glasses from a cabinet while Wayne scooped healthy portions of spaghetti onto three plates. While Eddie was filling the glasses with soda from the fridge, Wayne was adding steaming garlic bread to each of the plates on the counter.

“This smells so good,” she commented when Wayne sat her plate in front of her.

“Old family recipe,” he answered with a small smile.

It tasted as wonderful as it smelled. Even better, maybe. She always loved family dinners with Eddie and Wayne. No matter what was on the menu or how little time they actually had to eat before Wayne had to hurry off to work. These dinners with them were always special to her. And she knew they were special to Eddie, too.

Before she knew it, they were cleaning up. Wayne packed up some of the leftovers into a plastic bowl, putting them into his old lunchbox to take to work. He pulled on his work boots and grabbed the lunchbox from the counter.

“Have a good night,” she called softly over her shoulder from where she stood at the counter.

“Goodnight, Faith. You kids behave,” Wayne smiled as he stepped through the door. He always said the same thing before leaving for the night. Usually, she’d giggle and not really think about it. But tonight her giggle was forced and she felt herself begin to get nervous again as she washed her plate and handed it over to Eddie to be dried. She hoped he wasn’t picking up on her uncertainty.

When all the dishes were finished and put away, the two got comfortable beneath a blanket on the couch. Eddie put on a movie and while it played she was able to forget that this wasn’t just any other night with her boyfriend.

She felt herself begin to doze off against his shoulder as the movie crested its climax. The characters on screen had eluded certain death, or so it seemed. Eddie noticed her eyelids growing heavy as she struggled to keep them open.

"Wanna go to bed?" He asked quietly, running a gentle hand up her arm. She nodded sleepily and pulled herself away from him, stretching her arms over her head.

As they entered Eddie's bedroom she was suddenly wide awake. He grabbed a pair of plaid pajamas from a drawer of his dresser and announced that he was gonna shower. "Get comfy, babe," he whispered, kissing her cheek before leaving.

When she heard the bathroom door click shut she relaxed, her shoulders falling from where they had been tensed nearly up to her ears. She listened for the sound of the shower. Once the knobs squeaked on and the water began to run she started to dress for bed. She sat her backpack on the unmade bed in front of her and pulled her pajamas from the open bag.

There was a moment, just a brief second, that she second guessed her choice in outfit for the evening. Maybe she should have chosen the cute, itchy pajamas instead. But she shut that down quickly. Eddie liked her. He wouldn't care that her pajamas didn't match.

Eddie was true to his word that his shower would be a quick one. She was getting comfortable beneath his comforter when he stepped into the room. He was rubbing at his wet hair with a towel, a smile on his face.

"Now, there's a sight I could definitely get used to," he told her, dropping the damp towel to the floor.

"And what sight is that?" She asked with a smile. "Me looking like a bum in my pajamas?"

"My favorite girl all comfy in my bed," he answered. His gaze fell to the floor in front of him, the softest pink blush crawling over his cheeks. "I like that you're not in a rush to get home. We got all night together."

"Yup," she agreed, forcing a smile. "All night."

He crawled into bed beside her, settling beneath the comforter. "Why ya all the way over there?" He asked, eying her as she sat at the far edge of the bed. "C'mere. I need to be cuddled or I'll die."

"I don't think you'll die."

"Are you really willing to risk it?"

"I guess not," she answered, trying to hide her smile as she shuffled closer to him.

"She guesses not," he scoffed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and holding her tight to his chest. "She guesses she'll save my life. Thanks, babe. It's nice to know you care so much."

"If I kiss you, will you stop being dramatic?"

"Only one way to find out," he shrugged.

Kissing him did stop the dramatics. Turns out it was hard for even Eddie Munson to be obnoxious while his lips were otherwise occupied. And man, was he a good kisser. She liked that about him. He was always the perfect mix of gentle and firm. He didn't slobber all over her like previous guys had. And he made these soft, sweet little noises in his throat when he got excited. Kissing him was fun.

As their kisses began to deepen and the atmosphere became intense, she noticed him shifting. Before she knew it, he was more or less on top of her. His bare chest pressed to her, one of knees between her thighs as he held himself up with one hand planted into her pillow beside her head.

His free hand roamed down her side, settling on her hip. She felt his calloused fingertips dip beneath the hem of her shirt. His hands were warm against her skin but she felt goosebumps sprout across her body. His lips traveled across her cheek and down her neck. She tangled her hands into his hair, earning a low groan from him when she tugged at his hair. That low groan served to suddenly bring her back down to earth. She suddenly realized as if for the first time that he was on her.

She removed her hand from his hair and placed it on his shoulder. "Baby," she whined as his tongue slipped through his lips, leaving a wet strip on her neck. "Baby, slow down."

"I'm puttin' in some of my best work here, babe," he giggled. When he looked up to her, he saw the worried look on her face. The way her brows furrowed. The unsure look in her eyes. He moved his hand from her hip, placing it softly against her cheek. "Hey, I'm just messin' with ya. We can stop."

"I'm sorry," she sighed, looking away from him.

"For what?"

She sighed again, still looking at the Anthrax poster on the wall over his shoulder. She felt tears pricking painfully behind her eyes. Shame started to fill her chest heavily. Eddie moved, laying beside her and pulling his hands away from her.

"Talk to me?" He asked quietly.

"It's just," she started, bringing a hand to her forehead. "I know what's supposed to happen tonight. What you're probably expecting, but I just don't know if I'm ready."

"And what is it that you think I'm expecting."

She looked almost sad when she finally looked over at him. She took a moment to collect herself before she finally spoke again.

"I know that spending the night means I'm supposed to put out. But that's a big deal for me, okay? I've never done that before and I just don't-"

He cut her off when he recognized the beginnings of a ramble. "Hey, woah woah woah. Faith, baby, calm down," he told her softly. "I don't expect that just because you're staying over. I'm not some bad dude like everyone says I am."

Her heart plummeted to her knees. She knew how people in town talked about Eddie. How they all saw him. She also knew that they were all full of shit. None of the people that liked to talk about Eddie really even knew him. She never wanted to make him feel like that.

"No, baby, I know you're not."

"Then why are you acting like I'm-" he stopped himself. His eyes fell closed. "Okay, wait, is all this because I told you I was gonna ravage you last weekend?"

She couldn't answer, not trusting her voice in the moment. When she didn't speak he opened his eyes to find her barely nodding her head. He placed his hand on her cheek once again. Her eyes closed as she reached up to wrap her own fingers around the back of his hand, pressing his palm into her cheek.

"Listen, I definitely do want to do that with you. But like, someday. Not right now. Okay?"

She opened her eyes again and saw the soft, sweet smile she'd fallen in love with. The one that she was pretty sure nobody but her ever got to see. The one that reminded her of prom night when he'd shown up in his old van to pick her up. The night his hands shook as they slow danced together in the banquet room of a hotel.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly.

"I'm okay."

"You sure? 'Cause if you're not, you can go home and I'll call you and tell you about my day just like normal. Promise I won't be mad."

"I don't want to go home," she whispered as she moved closer to him. "I want to stay and I want to wake up next to you. And I want to go get pancakes in the morning."

"Yeah?" He asked with a smile.

"Yeah," she nodded, resting her head against his chest.

"I think we can do that." He whispered, his lips in her hair as he thanked the universe for Faith before planting a soft kiss to the top of her head.

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When Wayne got home the next morning he was surprised to see Faith's car parked behind Eddie's van. He checked the clock on the dash. Barely 5 in the morning. He never knew his Eddie to be awake before 10 for any reason other than work, and he obviously wasn't at work.

He was even more confused when he opened the front door to find an empty living room. He toed off his work boots next to her sneakers by the front door and walked down the narrow hallway to the back. He cracked open Eddie's bedroom door just enough to peek his head in.

The first thing he saw was Faith. She was sleeping soundly, her mouth open just slightly against the pillow as she faced him. Behind her, he saw Eddie. Or rather, Eddie's hair. A mess of dark brown curls behind her head. He noticed Eddie's forearm and hand sticking out from beneath her pillow, the other wrapped around her waist over the blanket.

He couldn't help but smile to himself as he tried to close the door as quietly as he could. He walked into the living room and began to make up his own bed. He shook his head, a smile still on his face as he laid out the blanket and stole a throw pillow from the couch. He wasn't sure if he liked the idea of them being together all night unsupervised. But he did like Faith. He liked that Eddie had finally found a nice girl. Someone to make him happy. As he made himself as comfortable as possible on his fold out bed, he couldn't help but to wonder if anyone had actually given Eddie the talk. He sighed to himself, hoping that it would be less awkward than he thought it would be.

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love-thefruityfour · 2 years

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Hello Lovers and Friends!

Welcome to love-thefruityfour. This is a collaborative roleplay blog ran by @eddieandbird and @unbetaedimagines for Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley.

Rules:

-Everyone represented on this blog will be 18+, which also means that if you’re a minor, please don’t interact. -We will get to everyone’s asks and messages as soon as we can. We really appreciate your patience as we respond to everyone. -Be clear who you’re talking to! If your letter isn’t addressed to a special someone, we’ll just assume. And you know what they say about assuming. -We DO NOT tolerate any harassment to the characters, the admins, or other roleplayers on this blog. Be nice or be blocked, mouthbreathers! -Spicy (nsfw) rps are accepted! Please be aware though that we’re all hopeless romantics and we’d appreciate if you took us on a date first. -All ships are accepted and will be respected as long as:

-It doesn’t include any nsfw interactions with younger characters or between family members. -It is tagged correctly with potentially triggering materials. -Specifically for Robin: She will remain interested in f!readers, Nancy and other female characters. Other than her, all characters are open to being attracted to all genders!

Fruity Four Dating Profiles

#fruity four #eddie munson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things #rp blog #stranger things rp

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 1 year

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Steve Harrington x Reader

This is inspired by a note of @eddieandbird

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You sigh as the day is so slow. It's a Thursday morning. Kids are in school, most adults are at work or running errands.

Almost nobody comes in until after school and work get out. Then you get a crowd of high schoolers trying to pass for older, and middle schools trying to sneak an R rated movie into their pile.

You are caught by surprise as a bit lands in front of you, the sender no where to be seen.

'2506 - Remember that'

You are confused, this was Steve's hand writing. But that wasn't even part of his phone number. You didn't think it was his address either.

You write a quick reply as you go to restock the adult film section. Steve never would. Ever. He wouldn't even walk over there. You also always had to stock that entire row due to his cowardness. He would fight damn monsters but the thought of those films scared him.

'Stevie, what's this?'

You write and wait for him to stop by the counter.

He does. You see him scribble something before going to the back.

You walk over to read it

' My gate code 😊

Cuz I know you wanna come over AFTER work'

You smile as you pocket the note. He always talked via note when he could. He said it was romantic and he didn't want to end up like his parents hopeless love be lost relationship.

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I posted 1,554 times in 2022

That's 1,504 more posts than 2021!

31 posts created (2%)

1,523 posts reblogged (98%)

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Longest Tag: 80 characters

#yall are so good at edits that i didnt even realize his teef arent usually sharp

My Top Posts in 2022:

In Love And Shadows ch5 Tea And Tears

Warnings: mentions of abuse, mentions of self harm

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When I finally found Azriel, he was in the kitchen prepping two mugs of tea. I looked around but I didn’t see anybody else. I hopped up on the counter near him and picked at my nails a moment before speaking. “If your busy I can come back later.” I glanced up at him as he held a steaming mug towards me. I took it and sighed contently as the warmth seeped into my palms.

“Heard you wanted to talk about something important, lets go somewhere private.” I chewed nervously on my bottom lip as I followed him to a small library I hadn’t been in before, but that wasn’t very surprising considering how big this place was. It was silent and a little dark as I followed him to a pair of seats towards the corner.

I crossed my legs under me as I sank into the plush chair and stared into the mug to avoid looking at Azriel. Part of me wished I had practiced this in my head, another part of me wished I could avoid it for the rest of my life, even if that was now hundreds of years.

“You were right. Something did happen to me, and it’s not something I’ve talked much about but if you’ll listen, I’d like to tell you.” I sipped the tea and spared a glance towards the spymaster.

“I would listen to anything you told me. I’m sorry I pushed you earlier.” He placed his mug down and focused on me.

My hair fell in front of my face as I stared down into the mug. “I guess I should start from the beginning, huh? Ever since I was born my mother found some sick joy in telling me there was something wrong with me. She used to say I was shrouded in darkness, and I was a monster.” I took a deep breath and curled my hand into a fist, so tight I could feel my nails cutting into my palm. “When she wasn’t calling me names, she was ‘teaching’ me or disciplining me because I had disappointed her.” I set my mug down next to his. “Most of those scars you saw when I fell, were from her.”

Azriel reached out and took my hand. He pulled my nails away from my palm and intertwined our fingers, ignoring the blood on my fingertips. “What do you mean most?” His voice cracked as he spoke and my heart felt like it was being stabbed.

“Some of them I caused myself.” My shoulders shook as I sobbed silently and mustered up a sad smile. “She told me I was a monster so often…I started to believe her. I hoped there was something after death.”

Suddenly Azriel was pulling me to my feet and I stumbled as he held me close to his chest in a tight hug. “You went through hell and you came out the other side stronger than before.” He pulled back just a bit and I leaned into the hand he put on my cheek, thumb wiping tears off my face. “I promise you’re not a monster, and it may be a bit soon, but I hope you can find a place with us. I’d sure like it if you stuck around for a bit.”

“Az, I promise I’ll stick around for as long as you want me here.” I hugged him back and rested my head on his chest, trying to ignore the butterflies in my tummy.

The next few days went by like normal, training with Cassian until my bones felt like lead, and then usually the rest of my day was spent reading with Az.

It was early morning and I was waiting for Azriel in our favorite spot. After an hour or two I grew concerned and decided to go look for him. I found him in the kitchen with Rhys, they had their heads down and they seemed to be arguing in hushed voices. When Az noticed me he walked over and placed a hand on my arm. “Unfortunately, I think I have to miss out on our reading hangouts for a few days. I’m sorry”

I tried to hide my disappointment and shrugged as I slipped away from him to go sit on the counter near Rhysand. “It’s fine. I mean I get it, the illustrious spymaster can’t blow off work forever to hang out with the new girl, can he?”

He followed and leaned against the counter next to me, letting out a soft chuckle as he looked at me. “I don’t think anybody else would use that word to describe me.”

“Well, I would. I mean everybody I’ve met seems to admire and respect you.”

He smirked and quirked an eyebrow up. “You’ve only met the people in this house.”

“Not true! Sometimes Mor likes to drag me into town to go shopping, and I’ve gone with her to Rita’s once or twice.”

“And everybody in town was talking so highly of me?”

“Well no…but if they knew you, I’m sure they’d love you as much as I did. Maybe you should come with us to Rita’s next time, it’ll be even better with you there.”

He leaned closer to me with a grin. “You love me?”

I swatted his shoulder and shook my head as I tried not to laugh. “Oh shush! You know what I mean. I’ll miss you while you’re gone.”

His playful smile faded as he straightened up to look me in the eyes. “if you wanted, you could come with-”

“NO!” Rhys, who had been standing a few feet away was suddenly at my other side glaring at Azriel. “She can’t go with you.

Azriel rolled his eyes as he turned to look towards Rhys. “And why not? She’s an adult and she can make her own decisions, besides she’ll see worse in a few months won’t she? At least I’m giving her a choice.

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So I finally decided to reread the mortal instruments, and I got all choked up about this parallel with the clockwork series

Clockwork angel after Tessa wakes up:

“Will,” he said, after a moment. “Will, is that you?”

City of bones after Clary wakes up:

Alec?” he said. “Is that you?”

I know it's not exactly the same but it still got me feeling some type of way

33 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

I saw a post on Twitter the other day that said "if you actually went to school with Eddie Munson, you'd hate him"

But like... I wouldn't tho. Maybe I'm just weird but Eddie is totally my kinda person. He seems like a fantastic guy to be friends with. Sure maybe you'd have to pull him off a lunch table or tell him not to scare the freshman sometimes, but still an awesome dude. Hell, if he or somebody like him went to my highschool when I was there, maybe I would've enjoyed. If I had Eddie in my school, I wouldn't have gotten out of there as soon as possible, might've stuck around.

Anyway, I love him and he's awesome

54 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

Would Eddie date you, based on the outfit you put together?

Have fun kids!

55 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Silent song

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Summary: Joining the Avengers isn't something you ever wanted to do, but Fury thinks it'll be a good thing for you.

Words: 950+

A/N: This is sorta a prologue since it's so short. I haven't posted or written in a hot minute so I'm a bit rusty but I hope y'all like this! im gonna try to make this a series, we’ll see if my brain allows that. Also huge thanks and name credit goes to @poetic-fiasco for helping me out

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I shifted the bag higher on my shoulder as I stared up at the imposing building in front of me. Blinking the rain out of my eyes, I decided today wasn't the day and turned around to leave. Unfortunately for me, at that moment a black SUV pulled up and out slid Fury in a surprisingly nice suit. I don't think I've ever seen him in anything other than his huge leather trench coat. I struggled to hold in a chuckle as the large man practically ran to duck under the awning of the building.

"Who are you and what have you done to the Nick I know?" I grinned and nudged him when I caught up.

"I have a government meeting today. I only came cause I had a feeling you'd try to slither out of this. Looks like I was right." With a smirk, he opened the front door and shoved me in.

"I don't slither Fury. I'm not a snake, and you know I think this is a bad idea. Horrible really. My skills won't be helpful to anybody here." I pushed back against his hand and ground my feet into the floor.

"Listen." He took a step back to look me in the eyes and crossed his arms. "Part of my meeting today is trying to convince ignorant government officials that we don't need a registry for people like you. I really need you to do good here. It'll help my argument."

"First of all Nicholas, there is nobody like me. You know I've been searching long enough to know that I'm alone in this world. Second, if you getting me to join this team was just to prove something to the government, it was a stupid idea."

"No. I wanted you to join this team because I think it will do you, and them, some good. You need people you can trust to have your back, and they don't know it yet but they need your skills. Now let's go. Try not to seduce anyone."

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I let out a sigh as I dropped myself into a chair near the door of the conference room Fury had led me to. Fury had immediately begun whisper arguing with a man easily recognizable as Tony Stark at the head of the table. I took this moment to take a look at the few other people in the room. Across the table sat two men, one was possibly sculpted by gods but he was glaring at me like I did something horrible to him, I mean if looks could kill…

The other guy seemed to have no clue I existed. He was talking animatedly to the glare master, waving his hands and grinning the whole time.

I moved my gaze to the only other woman in the room. The gorgeous redhead was watching Nick's argument intently and with a hint of a smirk on her lips. I wondered if that was her natural color.

I looked back over at where Nick was still arguing with a now red-faced Tony Stark. This conversation about if I'd join had gone on too long, especially since I hadn't been a part of it. I stood up and leaned forward, resting the palms of my hands on the table. “Listen, Fury obviously my being here isn't what anybody wanted.” I shot a return glare at the guy who finally had the decency to turn away. ”Maybe I should just go?”

Fury frowned as he and Stark turned to look at me. “You’re not leaving. Stark here just doesn't like to share his toys with others.”

I batted my lashes and smiled sweetly as Fury's eyes clouded over. “Nick, Let me go. It’s probably better for everybody if I'm not a part of all this.”

Nick stood with a dopey smile on his face for a few moments before he shook his head and frowned at me. “No! You’re part of this team now and that's the end of the story. And what have I said about you doing that to me? Not cool.”

I shrugged an apology and sunk back down in my chair as Fury left. Tony introduced me to the others using weird nicknames. Manchurian candidate, pigeon, and spy. Tony was odd, and not that helpful. After the briefest of intros, he left the room with a half-ass apology about working on something.

The guy who had been waving his hands while talking earlier had been kind enough to provide me with the three’s actual names. Then he grinned and leaned towards me. "So what are you?”

“Excuse me?” Who the hell meets somebody and the first thing you say to them is what are you?

“Well, Fury put you here for a reason. We’ve already got gods, a witch, a sorcerer, super soldiers, bug heroes, and assassins. So what are you?” He looked almost as excited as a kid on Christmas.

"If I tell you I'm not human, is that enough?" something about what I said made 'Bucky' scoff and roll his eyes at me. What is his problem with me? And does being human or not matter to these people?

“Mysterious huh? I’m gonna find out what you are, even if I have to steal your file to do so."

Shit. Was that even in my file? Fury said he'd agree to keep it secret but did that apply to something like this? Maybe it was stamped in giant red letters across the front page. I tried to suppress a shudder as I muttered a sure.

With that worrisome interaction still on my mind, I quickly excused myself to go in search of my room after a long day.

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sweetsweetjellybean · 2 years

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In The Cold November Rain Part 8 *18+ MDNI*

Eddie Munson/FemReader Steve Harrington/FemReader

TW: Story runs congruent to events in the show. If you know what happens in season 4, then you'll know how this will end. *Be warned* 18+ Smut, Angst, High School Fuckery, Drinking, Drugs Let me know if I miss any.

Can you have two great loves in a lifetime?

You've had the ideal childhood in Hawkins with your best friend & protector Steve Harrington. When it's ripped away, can you pick up the pieces? Eddie Munson may be able to help.

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As always Eternal Thanks to @loveshotzz who is definitely the kind of girl Eddie would spank. ;)

Inspired by @loveshotzz & notes by @eddieandbird

Part 8/13 Masterlist Ao3

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By third period on Monday, you can tell something’s up. People stare as you walk down the hall. Conversation comes to a halt when you enter the girls bathroom. In chem Troy Mitchell kept looking you up and down, licking his lips and smirking. Last semester you would have cried. Last semester you would have hid. This semester…Fuck’em. Tipping your chin in the air, you continue on with your day. Right before lunch Steve grabs your elbow and steers you into the old band room.

"Did you give your virginity to Eddie the freak Munson?" He asks without any introduction.

"Hi Steve, it’s nice to see you too.”

Ignoring your sarcasm, his hands move to his hips. "Samantha told Nicole that she saw you coming out of Eddie's on Saturday morning in the same clothes you wore Friday. Now Nicole has told half the school, and everybody's talking about it."

You roll your eyes. "People are going to believe what they want to. I don't care." You start to push past him, but he stops you.

"You should. You used to. What's going on with you? Your dressing different, and your hair's different. You used to be so sweet."

"Sweet? Are you kidding me, Steve? You haven't talked to me for months and now you want to lecture me. You told me to make my own friends, so I did."

"I told you to find someone better than me. That didn't mean you should let Munson fuck you in his shitty trailer!"

"Fuck you! Fuck you!" Dropping your lunch, you push him hard with both hands. It barely moves him. "You don't have to worry about me. We're not friends anymore. But don't forget I know you. The real you. So go back and sit on your throne King Steve, with your fake friends kissing your ass while you pretend to be someone you're not. From the view down here in the mud, it looks pretty lonely up at the top."

Scooping up your abused brown bag lunch you walk past him and out the door. He follows you down the hall calling your name. Pretending you can’t hear him, you walk into the cafeteria heading to your usual spot. He drops his pursuit when he realizes everyone's staring. Eddie is down at the other end of the table, watching you, but he doesn't say a word. Steve spends the rest of lunch with a clenched jaw, eyes bouncing from you to Eddie and back again. Eddie pretends not to notice. At the end of the day, Eddie's van is parked next to your Beetle. He's lurking in between, waiting for you.

"Anything I should know about, Princess?" He asks warily.

"No," you say, shaking your head and feigning ignorance. "Listen, Can I stay over this weekend?"

"Yeah, of course, anything you want." His expression changes to a soft smile. His hand reaches out to brush your cheek but stops mid air. He takes a step back and buries his hands in his pockets.

***

You spend the rest of high school fucking Eddie Munson. Every free evening and most of the summer, you spend in his bed. You're not a couple. He doesn't hold your hand or take you out, and he didn't ask you to prom. You're friends, and occasionally he sits next to you at lunch. Pursuing any other relationships holds no interest for you. Why would it, with him making you come two or three times every time you were alone together? You never asked if he was with anyone else. If he was, he was discreet about it. He doesn't make any demands or promises and never touches you in front of your friends.

He never seemed outwardly possessive or jealous until the beginning of senior year when Matt Crestwood made it clear he was interested. He flirted every chance he got. He asked you to the movies, and you declined. He sat next to you at lunch and would discreetly put his hand on your leg. You would not so discreetly push it off. Eddie never acted like he noticed, and by the end of the week, Matt had given up and moved on. Eddie was on you that weekend before you could make it into his room. He fingered you and ate your pussy, making you come over and over until you were a sobbing drooling mess. He would stop just before you came, making you beg and say his name before he'd push you over the edge and start all over again. Wetness ran down your thighs onto the sheets. He used it to lube his cock before fucking your ass, making you come so hard you saw stars.

He played your body like he played his guitar. He knew when to use a gentle hand and when to be rough. But he'd promise you anything when you were on your knees with your lips wrapped around him. When you'd spend the night, he held you as you slept with his lips pressed to your temple. He'd wake you with sleepy kisses to have gentle, dreamy sex in the middle of the night or first thing in the morning. No one ever took care of you the way he did.

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Every year in November, your dad drags a large wooden cut of a turkey wearing a pilgrim hat out of the garage and sets it up on the front lawn. Your family home is a sizable modern ranch that sits at the end of a tree-lined street. The windows of your flower-wallpapered bedroom face the woods at the back of the house. The trees back there are your dad's nemesis. He spends hours trimming branches and raking leaves. By this point, the trees have long since given up their leaves, and the bare branches expose the short path that leads to the Harringtons back yard. It was a habit to keep your window unlocked for Steve, and habits are hard to break.

Tap-Tap-Tap

You don't want to wake up. Cold air fills your nice warm room, and you pull your covers tighter around your shoulders.

Tap-Tap-Tap

"Ow!" Something hard just bounced off your shoulder onto the bed beside you. The egg-shaped piece of plastic was familiar to your hands. Sitting up, you turn on the little light next to your bed. "What the hell Steve? Did you throw a Weeble at me?" The curtains are blowing around your open window, and Steve stands just outside with his hands curling around the frame.

"You wouldn't wake up. It was the only thing I could reach." The time on your clock reads four am.

"Why didn't you just come in?" You ask while yawning and rubbing your eyes.

"I've got dirt all over me, and I didn't know if you would want me to." He keeps his voice at a whisper, trying not to wake your parents. Your eyes finally wake up enough to focus on him. His nose is swollen, and there are cuts and bruises on his cheeks, forehead, and mouth. It looks like someone beat the hell out of him.

"Holy shit, your face!" Steve was pretty bruised after his scrape with Jonathan Byers last year, but this was much worse.

"Jesus. You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

An exasperated sigh passes through your lips. "Stay there. I'm coming out." Rushing to the kitchen, you crack a tray of ice into a clean dish towel. Opening the side door as quietly as possible, you run around to the side of the house.

He's covered in dirt and something else you can't figure out. You press the ice against his cheek, and his hand slides around your waist drawing you closer. Both of you are suddenly aware of your nearness after being apart for a little longer than a year. There was a time when you would have thought nothing of it. He takes the towel from you with a "Thanks," and you step back. "Why do you still have Weebles?"

"They're cute. I don't know. I don't want to talk about my Weebles. Who did that to you?" Concern far outweighs any lingering animosity.

"It was just a fight. It's nothing." He cocks his head to the side and shifts his weight. The wall between you is back in place. "That doesn't look like nothing. I'm going to get the first aid kit."

"No. Don't. I'm alright. I'm gonna go." He turns toward the road where his car is parked. He hadn't come from his house.

"Wait. What are you doing here?" Your arms cross over your chest, trying to stave off the chill of the cold morning air.

"I just...I just needed to see that you were okay." He looks anywhere but at you, and his hands move to his hips.

"Why wouldn't I be okay? Tell me what's going on." He shakes his head and looks at his feet. "Nothing's going on. Just go back to sleep. I'll see you at school, yeah?"

"No. Just come inside with me." Taking his hand you pull him behind you into the house and into your room. Leaving him there, you retrieve some first aid supplies from the bathroom. When you return, he's standing in the middle of your room, looking lost, unsure of what to do.

"Sit," you say, pointing to the bed. "I'm going to get it dirty," he protests. "Steve, I don't care." Pulling him down to sit, you spread the supplies between you. He winces as you dab some cotton soaked in peroxide on the cut on his forehead. "Your dad will be pissed if he finds me here."

"No, he won't. He misses you being around." A lot of the blood had dried and was stuck to his skin.

"I miss a lot of things lately." He's looking at your face as he says it, but you keep your eyes on your fingers that are cleaning his cuts. Nothing more is said as you do your best to patch him up. He's not at school that day or the next. By the end of the week, the word is out that Nancy is dating Jonathan Byers. Something has changed in him. He wasn't loud and boisterous in the hall and abandoned his old crowd. You wanted to make sure he was okay, but there was always a distraction, and he just faded into the background.

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