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andvys · 10 months

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“i’m so sorry for everything i’ve said to you before.” / “you didn’t deserve that.” reader x eddie

i feel like eddie would definitely say things he didn’t mean because he was afraid of how reader made him feel.

I'll keep you safe E.M.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, blood, scars from the bats, fluff, happy ending

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 1.4k

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The water feels cool against your skin, your feet are dangling in the water. It’s dark out but the moon brightens up everything around you. You hear the laughter of your friends as they sit around the fire, you excused yourself for a moment, needing a few minutes to yourself.

You’re spending the week in a nice cabin by the lake, it belongs to Steve’s parents. It was his idea to come here, a little getaway is what you all needed after the fight against Vecna a few months back.

Three days have passed since you came here and it was nice until this morning.

Eddie was acting weird around you all day, ever since you woke up in his arms earlier that day, he has been distant, avoiding eye contact and mumbling responses whenever you’d ask him something and it hurts. He was the one who pulled you into his arms in the first place, he was the one who refused to let you go after you fell asleep on the couch together during your movie night, you woke up around midnight and tried to get up and sneak out of the living room without waking him up but he put his arm around your waist and pulled you against his chest, 'please, don't go.' He whispered.

He was making things so difficult for you.

You care about him, just like you care about the others but with him, it’s just different. He means so much to you, he makes your heart flutter, he makes you smile, he makes you happy and god, you want him so bad but he clearly doesn’t feel the same. You always knew it but especially after today.

He snapped at you when you tried to touch his hand after asking him if he’s okay, he slapped it away and told you to leave him alone, his face was red and his eyes looked dark and filled with anger, when he yelled, ‘stop getting on my damn nerves, girl! I can’t stand your bullshit sometimes!’

Your bullshit, he meant your kindness, your sweet smiles, your caring side that you especially have for him.

It wasn't the only thing he had said to you but it was what had hurt the most.

You looked shocked and terrified when he yelled at you, you were too busy processing his words and the anger that was directed at you to notice the guilt in his eyes after he had spoken those words.

He pushed past you afterwards, he left you standing there with tears in your eyes. Steve was there, he saw it all. Your first instinct was to run away, feeling too ashamed that someone else had witnessed that scene but he didn’t let you, instead he pulled you into his arms and let you cry.

He knows that feeling all too well, when people call you bullshit, when they ask you to leave them alone after they make you care.

Your eyes well up with tears again as you think about him.

You hear footsteps approaching, sighing, you wipe away the tear that rolled down your cheek.

“I’m fine, Steve,” you mumble, “go back to the others.”

When he sits down beside you and you smell his cologne, you realize that he is not Steve. He’s the man that you have been avoiding all day since this morning.

You turn to look at him with a frown on your face. The anger in his eyes is long gone, his face doesn’t look tense anymore, he looks apologetic.

Eddie stares at you, noticing the glassy eyes right away, the smile that hasn’t been there at all today, all because of him. He feels guilty and horrible for what he said to you, for what he did.

He can’t stand himself for hurting the person that means the most to him.

His feelings for you were always there, from the moment he first saw you, he has loved you. He never thought that you could ever feel the same though, to him, you are this perfect girl with a bright future, one where he doesn’t belong in but then you got closer and he saw the way you looked at him, the way you cared for him, the way you loved him.

And then, you almost died for him, you took the scars that were meant for him, you were bleeding out on the cold ground, waiting for death to take you and when Eddie scooped you up into his arms, you still smiled at him because you knew that he would be okay, even if you wouldn’t be.

You would give your life for him and it scares him, your love for him almost killed you and he hates it, he hates how far you would go to keep him safe.

He doesn’t feel worthy of your love, he doesn’t feel like he deserves it in any way and he is also scared of his feelings for you, he has never loved anyone the way he loved you. He is scared of messing things up not realizing that he is already doing so.

As he looks at you, his heart begins to hurt in his chest, how could he hurt you?

You tear your eyes away from him, blinking a few times as though it will do anything to keep the tears away. You take a deep breath before you pull your feet out of the water and push yourself up but before you can even place your feet against the wood, Eddie places his hand on your arm, “please don’t go.”

Your eyes flash with confusion as you look down at his hand before you look back into his eyes again, even in the darkness you can see the sadness in them, the regret.

You should go, you know you should but you can’t, you can never walk away from him, so you sit back down and stare at him.

He lets go of your arm but he places his hand on top of yours, squeezing your hand gently.

“I’m so sorry for everything I’ve said to you before,” he whispers as he looks into the eyes of the girl that stole his heart, “you didn’t deserve that.”

Your quiet sniffles break his heart, he knows you try not to cry, that’s why you turned away from him just now.

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you whisper, “you can go now.”

His shoulders slump and his face falls, he fucked up, he knows he did. All because he's afraid of his own feelings.

“No…”

You wipe your tears before you turn back to him, “I’ll stay away from you, I’m sorry that I’ve been so–”

“Stop,” Eddie sighs as he scoots closer to you, he reaches out to cup your cheeks, surprising you with his touch, “please just stop, I don’t want you to stay away from me.”

“But you said–”

“I know, I was lying. Everything I said was bullshit, sweetheart,” he mumbles, shaking his head at himself, “I just– after this morning, I-I’m just so… scared.”

“Of what?”

“You.”

Your brows knit together and you draw back, staring at him confused.

“Me?” You whisper, “but why?”

He smiles at you, for someone so attentive and observant, you sure are clueless when it comes to his feelings for you. He caresses your cheek, opening his mouth to speak but then he chooses to do something else.

He kisses you.

You whimper in surprise, staring at him wide eyed as he kisses you softly. It takes you a moment to respond to the kiss. Your heart is racing, your skin feels hot, your lips feel tingly already.

Just as he is about to pull away from you, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back.

Eddie smiles against you, heart fluttering when he finally feels your lips moving against his. It feels so good, you feel perfect. He lets his hand slide down to your waist, grabbing you tightly, he pulls you on top of him. You tighten your arms around him and kiss him deeper until you are both out of breath.

“I love you.”

You open your eyes and look into his, you see nothing but honesty in them. Happy tears and a smile resting on his face.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” he admits, he squeezes your waist, “you’re perfect and I’m just–”

“You’re perfect,” you whisper, interrupting him, “everything about you is perfect, Eddie.”

His gaze softens.

“I don’t deserve you, especially after this–”

“I love you too, Eddie. I love you more than anything,” you whisper as you press a kiss to his cheek, “I understand why you are so scared, I’m scared too.”

“You don’t have to be,” he says, “you’re safe with me.”

“You don’t have to be scared either, Eds, you are safe with me.”

He knows, you have done everything to prove it to him.

He runs his fingers over the scars on your left arm as he pulls you in for another short but soft kiss.

“I’m so sorry, I was so awful to you.”

“It’s okay, you can make it up to me,” you whisper as you put your head on his shoulder.

He smiles, putting his hand on the back of your head, he plays with your hair. His heart feels at ease again but the guilt is still deep inside of him.

He will make it up to you.

“I will, sweetheart. I promise.”

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sidekick-hero · 2 months

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"I don't know, Robbie. I mean, it's been years! Even if there ever was a 'spark' between us, it's probably long gone."

He doesn't look over at Robin as he says this, pretending to be engrossed in grading papers. They both know that he hasn't made a single mark on the paper in front of him since Robin burst into his house with her spare key and announced, "Eddie's coming to the wedding."

"Inside voice," he had chided her, even though April was at her friend's house doing a school project. Old habits die hard.

Plopping down next to him at the kitchen table, Robin had happily ignored him as she continued, "Lucas just called me, it's going to be a surprise for Dustin. Eddie's finishing the tour two days early, so he's coming straight from the airport. But he will be there, Steve!"

Trying his best not to show how his heart had started beating faster as soon as Robin had mentioned Eddie's name, Steve had shrugged nonchalantly. "That's nice, Robbie. Dustin will be over the moon."

"That's nice, Robbie." She repeated in a surprisingly good imitation of his tone. They definitely spent too much time together. "You can act indifferent all you want, Steve. I was there when you refused to leave the house for a whole week when Eddie went to LA, remember? I held your hair when you puked your guts out after drowning your sorrows when Eddie brought what's-his-face to Max and Lucas' wedding. You two belong together, Steve! You just had bad timing. You've never both been single at the same time - until now. That must mean something. Maybe he's not just coming for Dustin, that's all I'm saying."

Which had actually led them to discuss whether Steve should put them all out of their misery by finally growing a pair (Robin's words) or decide that whatever had been between them that summer, when Eddie had recovered from almost being eaten alive by demobats, was long gone (Steve's words).

"I beg to differ, Dingus. I saw the way he looked at you at our little 'Fuck Off Upside Down' anniversary party. He spilled his beer when you walked in the room, Steve. No one else did."

"He's clumsy. You know that. I'm surprised he never fell off the stage," Steve jokes. He's not sure who he's trying to convince, Robin or himself.

Robin's expression changes to something more serious as she puts her hand on top of his, still holding his red grading pen in a white-knuckled grip. "Steve, listen. I'm not saying you have to do anything. You and Eddie have been friends for almost twenty years. We've all been. You're not going to lose him no matter what you decide. But," and here she takes a deep breath, "I just want you to be happy, Steve. You deserve to be happy. And I know that you're not unhappy, I know that. You've got April and you've got me and you've got the kids, even though they're scattered all over the country. But I also know that you've never stopped imagining a future with him, have you?"

"He kissed me," Steve blurts out, and to Robin's credit, she doesn't react except for her hand on his to twitch in surprise. She makes a questioning sound in her throat, clearly waiting for more.

"The night before he left. We had this big going-away bash, remember?" She nods. "We all got pretty drunk after the kids left and you and Vicky had gone to sleep in the guest room and I had offered to sleep on the couch so Eddie could have my bed. His back was still bothering him and he had a long drive ahead of him the next day. But he insisted on sharing and I was too drunk and tired to argue. The next morning he got up very early, probably thinking I was still asleep when he got dressed and left. Only he didn't leave. At least not right away. He came over to the bed and kissed me. On the mouth. And he said, 'You'll always be my almost, Stevie.'"

Robin looks at him with wide eyes, and Steve thinks that maybe he should have told her sooner, that maybe he violated some code between them because they tell each other everything. But something about this morning had felt, well, almost sacred in a way. As if putting it into words would make it less so.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, Robbie. I just..."

"You had to keep it to yourself so it would always be the one dream you could turn to?" Robin suggests in a soft voice, and Steve wouldn't have said it like that, but she's right. Every date that didn't feel right, every relationship that went down the drain, hell, even when his marriage imploded on him, he thought of that one kiss and dreamed of a life where Eddie would have stayed. Or where Steve had followed him.

"Oh Dingus." Suddenly, Robin's arms wrapped around him in a hug, and it wasn't until he saw the wetness on her shirt that he realized he was crying. "I can't promise you it'll work, but I really think you should talk to him. Your life doesn't end at 40, Steve. You can still have the future you've always dreamed of."

Steve nods against her shoulder, tightening his grip on the best thing that has ever happened to him besides April.

Dustin and El's wedding is a small affair, just family and close friends, which is basically the same in their group.

Steve tries his best not to show his inner turmoil and mostly succeeds. There are handshakes that turn into tight hugs, hellos that turn into stories about kids and grandkids, neighbors, vacations, jobs, life. It's great to see everyone. It also helps distract him from the butterflies that have taken up permanent residence in his stomach for over a week now.

It works until everyone is about to take their seats and Eddie still hasn't shown up. He's supposed to be one of Dustin's groomsmen, along with Lucas and Mike and Will, while Steve is actually Dustin's best man. He only cried a little when Dustin asked him to.

Just as the officiant is ready to start without him, the heavy double doors open and Eddie walks in like Aragorn into Helm's Deep (Dustin insisted that Steve watch the movies if he didn't want to read the books, and Steve may have thought of Eddie more than once while watching Aragorn, sue him).

He rushes to his spot next to the other groomsmen, ruffles Dustin's hair as he passes him, and mumbles, "Sorry, shrimp, the airport lost my luggage." Then his eyes fall on Steve and he freezes for a moment before giving him a bright, dimpled smile. "Hey, Stevie," he whispers before stepping to the end of the line of groomsmen.

Steve is glad that Hopper is recording the whole ceremony, because he doesn't hear a thing that's being said.

Later, everyone gathers in the dining room and Hopper and Claudia each give a heartfelt speech before it's Steve's turn. He has everyone toast to Dustin and El's future, because while the past may have brought them together, it's the future that belongs to them and their love. He forces himself not to look at Eddie as he says this, knowing that his face would give away his thoughts.

And then Eddie stands up to say a few words as well, something no one expected him to do.

"I've known Dustin for 20 years now, and the only time I ever doubted that he was a genius was when he let El go without a fight. But you know what? I was wrong. Dustin and El may have taken the scenic route to get here," Eddie tells the guests, "but sometimes that's the best way to get somewhere. If you're willing to take the long and winding road, the road less traveled, as Frost would say, you know that whatever's at the other end is worth it."

Steve desperately wants to believe that Eddie is not just talking about Dustin and El, but he doesn't even look at Steve when he says that. He just sits down again next to Robin at the table right next to the one where Steve is sitting with Dustin and El and their parents, because Steve is part of the family, too, as Claudia had pointed out.

The rest of the evening is kind of a blur until everyone gets up to go to the ballroom where the dance floor has been set up. Dustin and El open with their first dance, "You and Me" by Lifehouse, and Steve has never been prouder of his little brother as he watches him lead El across the dance floor with the biggest, toothiest smile on his face.

"They've come a long way, huh?" says a voice next to him and Steve doesn't have to turn around to know it's Eddie.

"Yeah. I'm glad they made it." Steve agrees, his eyes never leaving the dancing couple. More and more people are joining them now, and Steve can feel the fond smile on his face grow.

Eddie's hand rests on his arm as he steps around Steve to face him. He extends his other hand to Steve, palm up, and asks, "May I have the pleasure of this dance with you?"

As if Steve could ever say no to Eddie.

Just as they step onto the dance floor, "You and Me" fades out and the next song begins. It's "Unchained Melody" and Steve suspects that Robin had a hand in it. It's the song Steve listened to a lot after Eddie left and she once complained that he ruined the song for her. Apparently not enough to put it on the playlist when he and Eddie hit the dance floor.

"I always kind of liked that song," Eddie tells him, and Steve snorts. "No, really! It's not really metal, but I don't know. I just feel it, you know? It's real." Eddie explains, veering close to rambling territory.

"Is that so?" Steve has to ask as he slowly sways, his hand in Eddie's and his arm wrapped around Eddie's waist.

Eddie hums quietly in agreement. "Back in '86, when I was trying to settle down in LA, I used to listen to it for hours." Eddie admits quietly and Steve's heart is suddenly in his throat. "I felt every single word and every single word made me think about what I was leaving behind."

"Eddie," Steve begins, only to be gently silenced by Eddie's finger against his lips.

"Please, Stevie, I have to say this now or I never will. So please, just listen, yeah?"

Steve crosses his eyes to look pointedly at Eddie's finger against his lips before looking back up at Eddie, who snorts at the gesture. "Brat," he teases, taking his finger away.

"Okay, I'm listening," Steve tells him, and mimics zipping his lips.

Eddie's eyes sparkle with amusement and affection, and something deeper. Something that makes the seeds of hope in Steve's chest tentatively open and reach for their sun.

"Stevie, sweetheart, you certainly know... I mean, you must know that I..." Eddie rambles and Steve has never seen him so lost for words. He doesn't say anything, but he brings their joined hands to his mouth and kisses Eddie's in silent reassurance.

Eddie's eyes find his and the expression in them is so unbearably soft that Steve almost has to look away. No one has ever looked at him like that before. "You were always the one who got away, Steve. My almost. Even when I was with other people, you were there. On every stage, in every hotel room, on every stretch of highway, you were there. And I almost told myself it just wasn't meant to be. I had you as a friend and that was a gift I never thought I would have, I shouldn't be greedy and ask for more."

He takes a deep breath, like he's steeling himself, gathering every ounce of that incredible courage Steve has seen time and time again, even as Eddie keeps insisting he's a coward. Steve knows better, and Eddie's next words prove him right once again.

"But the funny thing is, it never stopped me from hoping for a future with you."

They stop dancing, if you can call what they were doing dancing, and look at each other, eyes searching for answers. For reasons to hope.

Steve is the first to break the silence, a soft grin on his face. "May I speak now?"

That makes Eddie laugh softly and he nods.

"Is this what you want? A future with me? Because that means a future with a middle school teacher with a little pet tornado who's currently staying with her mom. You have to mean it for her as much as you mean it for me. This means being all in, Eddie."

Steve hates that he has to say this, that he can't just fall into Eddie's arms and kiss him senseless. But Eddie needs to know what a future with Steve means. If he wasn't sure he wanted that kind of future, then they couldn't have one together. At least not the way they both wanted it.

Eddie cupped Steve's cheek in his hand, his smile growing with every blink of his chocolate eyes. "Steve, I know who you are. I know what it would mean to be with you, and I want it so much that I can barely stand another day without it. I love your little pet Tornado, she's adorable and funny and she has great taste in music. No idea where she got that from, though," Eddie teases before sobering up. "I want to be a family. This tour was our last for at least two years. The guys need a break and so do I. And after that, we don't know yet, but whatever it is, it will be something we agree on together. You and me and April."

Maybe Steve should ask more questions, be more cautious. But he's waited twenty years for this, and he can't wait another second to finally kiss the man he's always been in love with.

He's ready for his future to begin.

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steddielovemonth #day 12 #love is the hope for a future together #my writing

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beep-beep-robin · 2 years

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the thing about steddie that gets me is that it‘s just these two characters that have so much love for other people, but so little for themselves.

we see eddie with the kids, giving his all to make them feel like they belong to hellfire, we see him with chrissy, putting on a little show so she doesn‘t feel threatened by him, we see him with dustin, roughhousing and telling him to never change (and that he loves him), we hear wayne talk about eddie lovingly, we see him DIE for a town that hates him. and then we see the eddie who talks down on himself, talking about how he always runs, „hunt the freak, right?“, and him blaming himself for chrissy‘s death. we see him being shunned and hunted by the whole town for who he is and for something that he was a victim of.

we see steve with the kids, always the babysitter and yet so serious about his role, we see him with robin, accepting her with open arms and driving her to school probably every morning, we see him with nancy, his ex, who he still tries to protect with all he has. and then we see steve who calls himself stupid, who talks about how weird he was as a child, who says how horrible he is as a boyfriend, who blames himself for not being better at school. we see him being ostracized by his old friends for becoming a better person, getting beat up multiple times and no one ever properly acknowledging it, and we know his parents are basically never there.

just the thought of them finally giving each other the love they deserve is so beautiful to me.

#i‘m so fucking sappy today i‘m almost cringing at myself #i apologize #THEM #i can‘t stop thinking about them #i‘m so emotional rn don‘t touch me #steddie #stranger things #steveddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #original post #vanessas writing

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cl3fairyyy · 2 months

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˗ˏˋ routine // edward nashton x GN! reader ˎˊ˗

summary // edward has always gone through life in solitude. he has the same routine, day in and day out, and he doesn't change that for anyone. he doesn't have time for friendship and looks down on his coworkers; their shallow gossip and strained smalltalk isn't worth his time. his way of thinking is soon flipped on its head when KTMJ hires a pretty receptionist to greet him every morning before work. what starts as innocent pining (as innocent as it gets for edward, anyway), soon spirals into something more, faster than he can control. alternatively, you score a cushy receptionist gig and start crushing on your cute coworker lol.

warnings // very brief mention of healed sh scars. edward and the reader smoke- reader is GN but is described as "pretty" multiple times. eddie is a little strange in this but that is just customary for him atp lol. a little angsty but mostly fluffy coworkers to more bc eddie deserves more soft fics :c no use of y/n!!

word count // 4.5k

notes // I haven't written a fic since my wattpad days so my apologies if this isn't great </3 I have been pining after the green man for far too long and have so many ideas in my system that need to come out !! I hope Edward isn't too OOC and would love any feedback on how to write him better :)) I might do a pt 2 if anyone is interested hehe

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Edward has never found any substance in socialising at work. He has never found the tedious break room small talk and uninteresting (probably fabricated) gossip that floats around the office to be very meaningful, and for the five years that he has worked at KTMJ, he has never had so much as a conversation, let alone friendship, with any of his colleagues.

His daily routine is fairly simple: wake up, go to work, come home, eat (if he remembers), and sleep. All without interacting with anyone. Edward lies to himself, convinces himself that he prefers, even enjoys, living like this. He has crawled through this city, through this life, in solitude, and he has always been fine.

But the ache in his heart and the lump in his throat when he lies awake at night, running calloused fingers over faded scars, say otherwise.

Edward is lonely.

His mind tends to wander when he turns in bed to look out the window. He watches groups of friends, drunk and stumbling down the old, cracked streets of Gotham, their rapturous (and rather obnoxious, he thinks) laughter echoing through his open apartment window. He imagines himself drunkenly walking alongside them, sharing inside jokes and funny anecdotes that make their cheeks red with laughter, and when he drifts off to sleep, he dreams of waking up in another body, another life, where he simply belongs.

He wakes up on a day like any other, in his cold, empty apartment, alone. He begins his routine, shoving a piece of expired bread in the toaster as he neatens his tie and pulls on his loafers. He is happy with this routine. He eats alone at the table, checking his watch, mindful of the 8:15 bus. He leaves his apartment and catches the bus just as it arrives at his stop. The driver, an older lady, offers him a smile. He keeps his head down. He is happy with this routine. He enters the office earlier than usual, hoping to get in some extra work to avoid staying any later than he must. He is happy with-

He pauses.

The receptionist, a woman far too old to not be retired, does not greet him with the flick of her pen as she completes the morning crossword.

The routine is disrupted.

His coworkers are crowded around his boss' door, straining to see through the tiny window separating "us" from "them." Edward's mind is clouded with confusion as he catches the eye of one of his colleagues, a man named Will, a man he can't stand, a man who acquired his position (as Edward's supervisor) straight out of college, through daddy's money and connections.

The routine is disrupted.

"Word is that we have a new receptionist." He fills Edward in. Edward wonders if he only tells him this through some feeling of obligation, rather than wanting to share the latest office gossip with him. He simply nods, making his way to his desk.

Back to the routine.

After possibly the most intimidating introduction to a boss you have ever experienced, you are given a brief tour of your new office and shown to your new desk. You are given your new tasks and set to work on your new job.

To be honest, it isn't entirely difficult. You are certainly overqualified, but you can't complain about being paid above minimum wage, in Gotham, in your twenties, for such a simple job. You remember reading that the best way to make a good first impression at a new job is to introduce yourself to your new colleagues, and, despite the anxiety welling in your throat, you put on a bright smile and set off to do just that.

For the most part, your colleagues are nice, a bit bored, but they seem interested in you and that surely must be a start, right?

The girl whose desk you're currently standing in front of (her name is Kate, you think?) perks up suddenly, seemingly remembering something. She gestures for you to sit next to her, and you do just that.

"You seem nice. Like, really nice. But you seem like the kind of person who is so nice that it borders on naiveté." You tilt your head in confusion but nod for her to continue. "I want you to, y'know, actually have a chance of fitting in here. So let me give you some advice."

She glances around inconspicuously before lowering her voice and tilting her head back ever so subtly. "That guy over there. Glasses. Yeah- okay, try not to make it so obvious that I'm talking about him. Don't bother trying to get a word out of him. The guy doesn't talk to anyone, and believe me, we have tried getting him to. I don't know if he's shy or thinks he's better than us or what, but he seriously is, like, mute. All he does is come to work and go home. He even eats his lunch at his desk."

You try and mimic her subtlety, glancing up to catch a glimpse at the desk tucked neatly in the corner, and you're met with eyes behind glasses staring right back at you. You quickly look away, your cheeks burning at the embarrassment of being caught talking about someone.

She smiles sympathetically at you.

"I know this schtick you've got going on. Introducing yourself to the office so that we all like you."

She snorts at your expression and continues.

"Hey, chill out. It's seriously endearing. I was the exact same when I started and, to be fair, it seems to be working for you. I just don't want you to get offended or anything trying to talk to Edward over there, and getting nothing out of him, y'know?"

You offer Kate a grateful smile and rise from your seat.

"Thanks for the warning. I think I'd like to at least say hi to him anyway."

All she offers you is a shrug, as if saying, "don't say I didn't warn you," as you wander over to Edward's desk.

You smile at him, introducing yourself and holding out your hand to shake. Okay, he's actually pretty cute up close, you think, with big green eyes concealed by glasses that have slipped slightly down his faintly freckled nose. He meets your enthusiasm with a blank stare and a readjustment of his glasses, and your shoulders deflate a little.

"You're, uh, you're Edward, right? That's what it says on your name tag, anyway."

Silence.

You giggle nervously.

"Well, I- anyway, I'm the new receptionist. I'm really happy to be working with you."

You're surprised at the sincerity in your tone, and Edward must be too, because you swear you notice his stoic expression falter for a second.

Your hand begins to shake as it remains in front of his face, and the air grows thick with awkwardness. It feels like every single pair of eyes in the office is on the both of you. You begin to retract your hand when Edward gingerly reaches forward and shakes it limply. His bored expression doesn't change as he does so.

"Likewise."

With that single word uttered, he carries on typing away at his computer, completely ignoring you. Your legs seem to work at their own volition as they carry you back to your desk, your cheeks pink.

Unbeknownst to you, Edward has been observing your every move since you stepped out of the boss' office. His desk is at the perfect angle, giving him a direct view of your own, and he had watched you approach all of your colleagues to give your little introduction speech. He had seen you chatting discreetly with Kate, and he had caught you peeking up to look at him. He had figured Kate had warned you to steer clear of him, and the thought had made his stomach sink.

He thought you were very pretty, and since he had first caught a passing glimpse of you, his mind instantly had began to wander to thoughts of him approaching your desk, introducing himself confidently and charming you all within your first interaction.

He had shaken his head at that, embarrassed by his little fantasy. He has never known the feeling of confidence in his life, and he had quickly resigned himself to thinking that you would be yet another coworker he would never interact with, besides a quick "good morning," and "good night," at the beginning and end of each day.

The routine continues, and he is happy with that.

The routine continues until it doesn't, until you meekly approach his desk and smile at him, and oh God up close you are so much prettier, he thinks, and then you're extending your hand for him to shake, that same dimpled smile on your face fading when he doesn't even acknowledge the action.

Of course he manages to make you uncomfortable within the first five seconds of interacting with him. Before his mind can catch up with his body, he is shaking your hand and uttering the first word he has spoken in this office in a long time.

He instantly has to break the intense eye contact he has held with you, pretending to type numbers into his computer, praying the colour of his cheeks doesn't betray him.

When you walk away he feels guilty, he wishes he could will you back to his desk so he could play off his awkwardness as a joke, so he could pretend he is someone much cooler and much more interesting than Edward Nashton.

But he can't.

He has to watch you walk away, back to your desk, your head down to hide your embarrassment.

When 5pm hits, you stand from your desk, stretching. God, that spinny chair does something awful for your back. You're packing up your things when Edward passes your desk. You offer him a smile as you wish him goodnight, fully expecting him to ignore you.

Instead, he pauses and turns to give you a small nod before exiting the building and all of a sudden it feels like your face is on fire and your heart is pounding like you've just ran a marathon.

Oh no.

Of course you get a crush on your first day, and of course it has to be on the one person in the building that has uttered one singular word to you.

You lie awake that night, tossing and turning in bed as thoughts of your colleague cloud your mind. Sure, you've always had a thing for nerdy guys, but nerdy guys who have a reputation around your office for being a complete recluse? Seriously?

But he had spoken to you, he had acknowledged your existence. So what the hell does that mean? You sigh, rubbing your eyes before popping a melatonin. Your mind is racing a thousand miles a minute and you know there is no way you're getting to sleep otherwise.

Edward's mind swarms with thoughts of you as he lies in bed, willing himself to fall asleep. He picks up his phone, reading the time, and sighs, opening up your social media page for seemingly the thousandth time that night.

He has already scrolled through your entire account, has already studied every single photo and video you have posted until he has them memorised. He swipes through pictures of you at bars with your friends, videos of you dancing on vacation with tan lines and pink cheeks, and the countless selfies you have with your dog on your page.

He imagines you introducing him to your friend group and him befriending them over drinks in your favourite bar. He imagines taking you away on lavish trips to Europe, Asia, South America, all the places you have on the bucket list posted on your profile. He imagines a domestic life built together, sharing an apartment with you and your dog, and he falls asleep with an unfamiliar warmth in his chest, hope rushing through his veins for the first time in a long time.

Over the next few months, you grow closer with your colleagues- close to the point that you even see them outside of office hours. Close to the point that, when deadlines are met and the entire office throws a party to celebrate, Kate always manages to convince you to tag along. Close to the point that, after a long week, you and the small circle of friends you have made go out for drinks to unwind- and you have even found yourself inviting your other coworkers to join you.

All of your coworkers, except one.

The guilt consumes you every time you pack up to leave, smiling and laughing with your colleagues, when you catch a glimpse of Edward hunched over his monitor, ready to log even more hours of overtime. You have always considered inviting him along, but the only words he ever utters to you are quiet greetings every morning and the occasional "good night," when he leaves the office before you do. You don't even know if he likes you.

You certainly like him.

You're sure the blush on your face is undeniable every time you accidentally lock eyes with him when you swivel absentmindedly in your chair, or when you hand him his mail (which is rare for him to receive, you've noticed). You always try and find excuses to talk to him, and every time you do, you're left stumbling over your words and pink in the cheeks while he remains completely unfazed, unbothered and silent.

You're determined to at least invite him for drinks. At any rate, if he says no, you can comfort yourself with the knowledge that you tried to develop some kind of friendship with him (while secretly hoping for more).

It is such an easy task, one you have discussed frequently with your coworkers many a time, who have repeatedly encouraged you to offer an invitation to Edward- so you don't understand why it feels like lead weights have been tied to your feet and sandpaper has dried out your mouth when you mentally prepare yourself to go and speak to the infamous office recluse. 'It's no big deal! It's just drinks with colleagues!' you remind yourself, but the rapid beating of your heart does nothing to comfort you.

You finally internally berate yourself enough to stand up and, as casually as you can, wander over to Edward's desk, a friendly smile on your face. Your shadow over his desk forces him to acknowledge you.

You clear your throat somewhat awkwardly before saying with as much (casual) enthusiasm as you can muster, "me and some of the others are gonna head out for drinks pretty soon. We'd love for you to come!"

You notice his eyes subtly squint behind his glasses as he sizes you up, before shaking his head, his gaze flickering back down to his monitor.

"Can't. Got some messy paperwork here that needs correcting, and it can't wait until Monday."

Your smile falters slightly and you manage to nod in understanding. "That sucks. We would've really liked you there. I wouldn't want it to eat up too much of your evening, so I won't keep you from it. Have a nice weekend, Edward!"

His head lifts at your mention of his name, and when you smile at him, turning to leave, he clears his throat. quietly

"I'm, ah, I'm sorry about that. Maybe some other time..."

You nod in agreement, giving him one last smile before heading out with your colleagues. Oh well. At least you tried.

Edward screams at himself internally for being stupid enough to turn you down, for having so much work on his plate that he has to reject an offer to spend time with you. His logic tries to argue with him that you are just a distraction from his greater plans, but for the first time in his life, he finds himself listening to his heart rather than his head.

The routine is disrupted.

The following Monday, instead of clocking in at 8:30am, Edward finds himself in the office at 7:45 that morning to begin his work day. When you enter the building (earlier than usual, he notes), you manage to shake off the shock of seeing anyone else here at this time, and give Edward a little wave.

You sigh as you sink into your chair, lazily replying to the emails that have piled up over the weekend. While this cushy job has its benefits, God, the actual work is boring.

You catch yourself repeatedly turning subtly in your chair to watch Edward work. Even though he's so far away, you recognise that concentrated look he has on his face when a particularly messy set of fraudulent taxes have him stumped. Before you can register what you're doing, you're walking across the empty office right up to his desk and Jesus, your hands are sweaty as hell.

You manage to discreetly wipe them on your slacks before he looks up at you, his stressed expression all the greeting you need to begin talking. "I know we usually say good morning at my desk, but you were clocked in even earlier than me this morning." Your sentence ends with an anxious giggle, and when he narrows his eyes in confusion, you continue. "I, um, couldn't help but notice that you looked a little stressed... can I get you something to help? Water, coffee, anything? I'm all finished catching up on my emails so..."

You trail off a little awkwardly and you swear you see Edward's lip quirk up in a tiny smile before returning to his usual poker face. You mentally slap yourself for expecting to get anything out of him; it's not even 9am and you've already annoyed him. Great.

"If it's really no bother... I take my coffee black, one sugar. Thank you."

He says the last part quietly, looking down. You smile, and head for the break room to get his drink, your hands shaking giddily. You have somehow gotten more words out of him in five months than any of your colleagues have in five years. You see that as a win.

Edward sees it as the complete opposite. His brain is in chaos trying to focus on work but constantly wandering back to new daydreams of you. Daydreams of living together in your shared apartment, where you make him coffee every morning and bring it to him in bed. He can't help admiring you from afar, the way your well (tight) fitting slacks cling to you in the best way, and he has to physically rest his head on his desk to remind himself of where he is before his thoughts get too carried away.

You place the styrofoam cup down in front of Edward and he nods gratefully. You take a sip from your own cup, watching him work, before you realise you're being weird, still lingering around his desk like some creep. You cough awkwardly. "I'm, uh, going to go sit back down now, let you get back to it. I hope the coffee isn't too gross."

It's perfect, Edward thinks as he watches you wander back to your desk, and well after 5pm, when everyone has left, he fishes through the trash can uncer your desk and retrieves your styrofoam cup from that morning, placing it in a ziplock bag and taking it home with him.

This is Edward's new routine. He comes into work early every day and sits in the empty office, doing as much work as he can so that he can muster up the courage to one day, finally join you after work instead of being swamped with tasks. For weeks, every Friday, you invite him to come drink with your little group, and every Friday he finds some flimsy excuse to flake on you, anxiety tightening his throat and dampening his forehead.

You begin thinking you must be bothering him- he hasn't once accepted your invitation, and you tell yourself after each awkward encounter, 'this is the last time.' Yet, each week, you find yourself stood at his desk, legs trembling and mouth dry, anticipating rejection.

Until, one Friday in late February, he gives you an awkward smile, shuffling the mess of papers on his desk.

"I, ah, managed to wrap up these returns... I'll come along, if you want me to."

You can barely believe your ears, and your shock must be evident because Edward begins to flush under your gaze. You clear your throat, a bright smile on your face as you bounce on the balls of your feet. "Oh, that's great! We're ready to leave when you are."

Your small group bursts out of the office, your noses red from the February chill. You notice Edward lagging behind a little, and slow your pace to walk alongside him.

"I'm really glad you took us up on our offer finally. We found this sweet little hole in the wall bar only a little way from here, and happy hour lasts until 9 on Fridays." You grin at him. "I know I don't know much about you, but I really think you'll like it. The vibes are super chill, and they play some decent music. You like The Cure, right?"

Edward tilts his head curiously, and you flush as you scramble to explain yourself, so you don’t come off as an actual stalker.

"I, just, um... I could hear you listening to them last week when I came into work early."

He smiles, and the sincerity of it makes your knees go wobbly.

"Yeah, hah, I- um- listened to them a lot when I was young. I guess I never really grew out of it." He chuckles nervously, fiddling with the strap of his work bag.

You find a booth in the corner, and your group crams in, sharing the latest office gossip and complaining about how heavy the workload has been recently. You find yourself sat next to Edward and you smile at him as you settle back into the cracked vinyl of the booth, sipping your drink.

"I can't imagine coming into a bar and ordering water after how much you've worked this week. How are you not halfway through a bottle of whiskey right now?" You laugh lightly, beginning to feel pleasantly buzzed. Edward readjusts his glasses and thanks God that the red LED lights hide his pink cheeks. "I'm not really a big drinker... I prefer to be in control of my actions." He pauses, eyeing you clutching your drink in his peripheral vision, before clearing his throat. "N- not that there's anything wrong with drinking. I just, uh, have never really been a fan. I don't think it tastes very nice."

You giggle, slapping his arm lightly. "You don't need to explain yourself to me, Edward. I was only kidding."

After an hour or two, and a few more cocktails, the bar begins to liven up a little. Most of your friends have gotten up to dance, but you ignore them, deep in conversation with Edward about Gotham's current political climate.

"I thought I was the only one! Seriously, that shitbag of a mayor gets nowhere near enough criticism. They're corrupt, the lot of them, and I can only hope they get what's coming to-"

You pause, realising Edward is distracted. He fidgets with the sleeve of his jacket while rapidly bouncing his knee up and down, and you notice him cringing at the volume of the music.

You lean forward, resting a hand on his arm, your voice quiet as you whisper in his ear, "wanna go for a smoke?"

Your voice is a lovely contrast to the music blaring from the speaker, Edward thinks, and he can smell your perfume with you in such close proximity. It's sweet and flowery, and he wishes he could have you this close to him forever.

He nods, quickly standing and leading you out of the packed bar. The cold air hits you like a slap in the face as you make your exit, and you immediately regret leaving your jacket on your seat as you hug yourself, trying to stay warm under the broken heat lamps.

Edward fishes a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and holds it out to you. You smile gratefully, plucking one from the box and holding it between your teeth. Your freezing hands tremble, fumbling the lighter in your hands, and you groan in frustration as the wind keeps blowing the flame out. Edward watches you from the corner of his eye and chuckles lightly, a newfound wave of confidence surging through him.

"Want a hand?"

You sigh, shutting your eyes and nodding in defeat. Edward laughs again, and it is a lovely sound; his laugh has an almost falsetto quality to it, and you can't help but smile back at him, your cheeks warm.

Edward takes the lighter from you, his other hand reaching to cup over your own, protecting your lips from the biting wind as he lights your cigarette for you.

It is such a simple action. 'There's nothing behind it!' you think, but it holds such an undeniable sense of intimacy. His warm hand lingers on yours, warming your entire body, and he doesn't break your gaze when he finally pulls away to light his own cigarette.

The two of you stand in silence for several moments, watching the smoke you breathe out dance into the night sky, disappearing from view. You feel so relaxed around him, and you turn your head to watch him study the night sky, his eyes darting this way and that before landing on you. He smiles shyly.

"I had a nice time tonight. I... honestly wasn't expecting to."

He notices your face fall slightly before he quickly continues. "I wouldn't usually call this kind of place my thing, but... I found myself really enjoying myself. The company certainly didn't hurt."

You smile at that, and he eagerly returns it.

"Forgive me if I'm overstepping, but... I'd like to take you out sometime. Just me and you, away from all the noise."

Edward can hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth, and he's convinced he's dreaming. The smile on your face only grows.

"You mean, like a date?"

The redness of his cheeks deepens, and he nods, his knees feeling weak. You begin jotting something down in your notepad before pressing a folded-up piece of paper into his hand, blowing a plume of smoke just past his face. He can almost taste the nicotine and tequila on your lips as you lean towards him, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm looking forward to it."

With that, you flick your cigarette on the floor and turn on your heel, heading back into the bar. Edward unfolds the slip of paper to be met with the phone number he has had memorised since your first day working at KTMJ five months ago.

The routine is disrupted.

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hairmetal666 · 9 months

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Steddie She's All That au????

Steve pulls up to the Munson's trailer, a secondhand acoustic across the backseat. Can't believe he's here; that he's actually doing this. He shouldn't. Absolutely should not; knows he let his still-simmering animosity with Billy Hargrove push him to this, to trying to date Eddie Munson, to proving that he's still popular enough to win prom king with the Freak on his arm.

Munson doesn't deserve it, is the thing. For all his weirdness, his off-putting behavior, Steve thinks he might be nice. Or kind, maybe? Steve's noticed how he gathers the freshman who have no one else, gives them understanding, a place to belong. And those kids, they remind him of Dustin, Will, Mike, Lucas, and he can't help but feel something warm towards the Freak, some kind of kinship.

He puts the car in reverse, can't go through with pretending to like this guy who did nothing wrong but be too much himself.

Before he gets his foot on the gas a head pokes out the front door.

"You came," Eddie shouts.

"Said I was." Steve surrenders to his fate and puts the car in park. Eddie watches him as he grabs the guitar case, hauls it up the stairs, only moving to step out of the way.

Steve's eyes scan the living room and kitchen, something in his chest loosening as he does. There are mugs and hats covering the walls, a worn sofa, clutter on every surface. It's home in a way Steve has never experienced. He loves it.

"Alright, let it out, Harrington. I'm poor, etc."

"No!" Steve startles; hadn't realized he'd been staring so obviously. "I like it."

Eddie makes a face, but offers him a beer and guides him to sit on the couch.

"How much do you know?" Eddie asks without preamble.

He strums a couple of notes, things he picked up at summer camp ages ago. Munson nods. "Better than I expected."

Eddie runs through notes and chords, helps Steve get his fingering right. He's patient, almost kind, and he laughs softly as he gently corrects Steve's mistakes.

And Steve's fingers, they won't behave, keep slipping off the strings. Eddie arranges himself to drape around his shoulders, fits their hands together. He's warm, fingers long and callused, his rings slightly colder than Steve's skin.

"Like this, Harrington." And he and Steve strum in tandem, and Steve is caught by the light glinting in his curls, the softness of his dark brown eyes, the fullness of his pink lips. He wonders how soft they are, what they taste like, if Eddie would cling to him or take control.

"You with me, Steve?" Eddie asks, shocking him back to the present.

"Yeah, yes, right here. Sorry." He throws himself into learning, but can't stop stealing little looks at the man teaching him.

And Steve, he knows it's not a bet anymore. He'll tell Hagan and Hargrove he's out, take whatever shit they give him, and Eddie never has to know.

---

A month in, Steve walks into the trailer and sees those little figurines, like the kids have for their game, scattered on the coffee table; sheets of paper with scrawled writing and doodles lining the floor; one of those weird manual things that Dustin always lugs around sitting open on the couch.

"Fuck, Stevie, I'm sorry. Lost track of time." Eddie's face turns pink as he gathers the looseleaf and slams the book closed.

"You play that dragon game?" He asks. He picks up one of the figures, studies the meticulous paint. It does something weird to his heart.

"What did you think Hellfire--Wait." Eddie pauses. "Why do you--Steve Harrington--know about dnd?"

"The kids I babysit play."

Eddie stares at him openmouthed. "Shit, sweetheart. You've been holding out on me. You ever join them?"

"Nah. To tell you the truth, they're pretty intimidating about it."

Eddie laughs, drawing Steve's eyes to his slender neck. "You scared of children, Stevie?"

"You haven't met them, man. They're terrifying."

"You know," Eddie's eyelashes flicker. "I run a campaign with Hellfire after school every Friday. You could--if you wanted--you could come. You're probably busy, I know, but if you find some free time and you wan--

"Eddie!" Steve laughs. "I wouldn't miss it."

"Really?"

"Promise."

---

He shows up that first Friday to some mixed reactions from most of the Hellfire members, and Eddie's shy, pleased smile. They make eye contact and Steve's stomach swoops.

"You came," Eddie says when they get a second alone.

"I told you I would." Steve laughs.

"C'mon, you're going to tell me this isn't a hopelessly lame way for King Steve to spend a Friday night?"

"Maybe." Steve nudges Eddie's chest. "And maybe I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

Steve watches them play and is transfixed. He's never seen Eddie totally in his element. His voice goes deep and rumbly, doing accents, shouting, jumping around, banging on the table. Steve can't pull his eyes away, doesn't want to, can't stop smiling.

"What'd you think?" Eddie asks when the session is over and they're alone. His hands shuffle through his notebook, eyes fixed firmly on the table.

Steve grabs his wrists, soft, careful. "Amazing, Eddie," he says. "You were amazing."

"Really?" Eddie's throat bobs. He finally looks up, meets Steve's eyes.

"Never seen anything like you." His eyes drift to Eddie's mouth. The space between them shrinks.

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?" his voice waivers.

"Can I kiss you?"

He thinks Eddie might pull away, freeze up, but instead his eyelashes flutter, his lips shaping into a gentle smile. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't."

Steve laughs, slips his fingers through Eddie's hair, closes the distance between them. It starts sweet and soft, until Eddie's tongue brushes his bottom lip and Steve opens for him, lets him take control, as easy as anything. For the first time, he lets someone else lead, sinks into it, into Eddie. It's perfect.

---

Prom court nominations come out with Steve number one on the ballot for king. The other nominees are Billy, Tommy, and some weirdo religious zealot junior Steve barely knows, Jason Carver.

He doesn't think much of it, having slipped so easily into a version of himself that sits at the Hellfire table at lunch, spends evenings at the Munson trailer and nights in Eddie's bed. Sure, he catches Hargrove glaring at him throughout the day, but pays it no mind. Billy Hargrove's always pissed about something, anyway.

So, he's unprepared when Hargrove and Hagan corner him that afternoon as he's waiting for Eddie to finish up a deal. There's a kick in his stomach, a swirl of nausea, at their presence. He didn't ever tell Eddie about the bet, figured it didn't matter since they were together, since they both started falling.

"Think you're hot shit, Harrington?" Hargrove asks. Hagan laughs like he's never heard a real joke before.

"I'm out," he says in way of answer. "Bet's over."

"Stevie-Boy, I don't think you understand," Hagan says.

"Nah, I'm not doing it." Worry prickles at his scalp. Eddie will be done soon, and he needs Billy and Tommy gone.

Hargrove pinches Steve's chin in his grip. "We made a bet, and you're seeing it through."

"Hey, hey, hey," the last voice Steve wants to hear right now shouts. "What the fuck is going on here? Get the fuck off him, Hargrove."

Billy's wrenched away, but he's laughing, and Steve is frozen at the train wreck unfolding in front of him.

"Harrington tell you about the bet?" Billy asks.

"Bet?" Eddie's nose wrinkles in the cute way Steve loves and he's terrified of what comes next.

"Uh-huh. Hagan and I bet Harrington here that he couldn't date the biggest dud in school and still wind up prom king. Little did we know, I guess."

Steve watches as the words hit Eddie, as he processes them, as his face falls. His gut twists as he watches his boyfriend go tense.

"What?" Eddie's eyes widen with panic.

Tommy's face contorts into a cruel smile."You didn't think Harrington was actually into you, did you?"

Eddie doesn't respond, won't look at any of them, draws into himself.

Hargrove snickers. "That's what I thought. Have a good night." He gives them a pageant queen wave as he walks away.

Steve's crosses to Eddie as soon as the other two are gone, but Eddie flinches, stopping him in his tracks.

"Was I bet, Steve?" He asks. His voice cracks.

"It wasn't like that, Ed, I swear. I swear." He grabs Eddie's shoulders, and again, he's pushed away.

"You didn't answer the question."

"It was real for me," Steve babbles. "It was all real for me. I promise."

"Answer me!" Tears limn his eyes. "Was I a bet?"

"It wasn't like--"

"Was I a fucking bet?" He yells and Steve can't take it. Can't take the hurt all over Eddie's face, the betrayal. Wants to erase it, to make everything okay, to get back to where they were last night, wrapped in Eddie's bedsheets, giggling.

"It started as a bet, okay? It did. I messed up by not telling you. I know I did. But I like you so much. I--I--" Steve loves him. He knows without any doubt, but he can't say it not now, not for this.

"Fuck you, Harrington," Eddie says. His voice is even but his face is a wreck.

"Please, Eddie." Steve begs. "Please. Give me a chance to explain. You're everything."

Eddie doesn't respond. He climbs into his van, drives away without a second glance.

---

He tries to apologize.

He tries to apologize, but Eddie isn't at school, not at first, and the death glare he gets from the Hellfire guys lets him know he's no longer welcome. When Eddie does come back he won't so much as look at Steve.

He goes to the trailer park where Wayne--Wayne who he watched sports with, Wayne who liked him--stands on the steps and says, "I don't think you have any business here anymore, kid. Not if you know what's good for you." And Steve nods and goes home and cries.

---

Steve stands on the stairs of the Munson trailer in his tux with a bouquet of flowers that are so purple they're almost black and a self-recorded tape in his hands. Prom is tonight but he has no interest in going to the dance that started all this bullshit.

Music pounds from inside; Judas Priest, he thinks. Eddie's van is in the driveway and Wayne's car is not.

The music quiets at his knock, and his heart pounds in the silence. Eddie frowns when he opens the door, but it morphs into something infinitely sadder when he sees Steve.

"Aren't you supposed to be at a dance?" Eddie asks.

"No, I--I didn't want to go. I wanted to say--Eddie, I'm sorry. I should've told you the truth from the beginning. I was afraid of losing you, and you learned the truth in the worst possible way."

Eddie doesn't speak or move, so Steve barrels on.

"I--uh--I ordered these for you. Before we broke up. And I just thought--you should still have them. That you would like them."

Eddie takes the flowers like he's in a daze.

"And uh, this too," Steve places the cassette in Eddie's hand. "It's um, stupid, probably? But I miss you and I'm sorry and just--take it."

---

Steve's been at the quarry for two hours, staring up at the stars from the hood of his car. He should go, probably. Eddie clearly isn't going to show. But he can't make himself. If he stays here, looking at the sky, losing Eddie won't be real.

He's dozing off, almost asleep, when the shine of headlights has him blinking alert. A familiar van trundles to a stop next to him, and Eddie climbs out. He's wearing a snug black button-down with a deep purple rose pinned to his chest, tight black jeans, and shining black boots.

"You came." Steve scrambles off his car, graceless in his relief, his gratitude.

Eddie nods. "Wasn't sure if I should but--" he shrugs.

"I'm glad you did. Thank you. I--" he swallows. "Eddie, I'm so sorry. I'll do anything, anything if it means you'll forgive me."

"Anything?" Eddie's mouth turns up at the corner.

Steve nods, firm. "I promise."

"You learned 'Rainbow in the Dark' for me."

"I did."

"That's a really hard song." Eddie smiles but tears track down his cheeks.

Steve laughs. "It's so hard."

Somehow, without Steve noticing, their fingers are entwined. Eddie lifts their joined hands, studying them. "Oh, baby, your calluses."

"Yeah." Steve blushes. "It was important I got it right."

Eddie's mouth drops as he stares, studying Steve's eyes.

"I know it took you a lot to trust me," Steve says. "And I know I broke that, but please, please try to believe me when I say that it was real for me. From the beginning. It was all real."

Eddie clears his throat. "When did you know?"

Steve's smile is soft. "That first guitar lesson. You arranged my fingers and you just--you were so beautiful."

"Oh," Eddie breathes.

"I was an idiot, Ed. I fell in love with you, and thought I could back out of the bet, that you never had to know. I never meant to hurt you."

"Wait...love me?"

Steve freezes. He hadn't meant to say that, not yet, not when things are so tenuous. "Yeah. I--yeah, I love you, Eddie."

"That's funny, sweetheart. Cause I love you too, and four hours ago I thought falling for you was the worst mistake I've ever made."

Steve's smile matches Eddie's now. "Dance with me?" he asks.

There's no music; just the whirr of early spring insects, the rustle of leaves, but Eddie still smirks, and pulls Steve close. They sway against each other, beaming, glowing, brighter than the stars.

"You're missing your prom, Stevie," Eddie says.

"Nah. I'm not missing anything. I have you."

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angelynmoon · 1 year

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It starts as a lark, an attempt to get Eddie Munson's attention.

Everybody knows he has a boyfriend, everybody knows that boyfriend wears bright colors and is soft. Everybody knows he doesn't belong at a Metal concert. Most of the time he even wears headphones, which is just rude, if Eddie was theirs they'd show him just how much they appriciated him and his music.

But Eddie never looks at anyone but his pastel clad lover. They don't know his name, never cared to learn it, he's not important, just in the way. They only ever call him Pastel, aftetr the clothes he wears.

So they figure Eddie has a type, even though he's never been seen with anyone romantically but Pastel, he likes preppy jocks and well, they can work with that as long as they can show Eddie he's appriciated. That he deserves more than a man who doesn't listen to his music, even at a concert he's playing.

They ask Pastel about his clothes, he frowns at them and they think he knows what they are going to do, that they are going to steal Eddie from him, but then he's talking, giving them advice and suggestions.

And they realize that Pastel is too stupid to realize what their plan is. If they felt anything about what they were going to do to him, they might feel pity for this stupid boy for not realizing what their plan was, but they know they deserve Eddie more than this boy ever could.

But it's just as well that Pastel didn't catch on.

It's the next big concert when they try their luck. There are dozens of them dressed brightly in the sea of black, most of them get strange looks, some of the older Metalheads outright glare at them and they don't understand why they get scowled at and move away like they are the worst kind of people.

And then Eddie starts to play and they don't care because Eddie is scanning the crowd, landing on one of them, they are so excited that they almost miss the frown, they do miss the stutter in his strumming, but then Eddie is scanning the crowd, pausing and moving on like they are nothing to him.

But they frown, surely their excitement is worth more than Pastel and his headphones.

They know exactly when Eddie finds Pastel because his grin widens and he no longer plays for the crowd, no Eddie plays for Pastel, even though he can't hear the lyrics with his headphones.

And they wonder just what it is that Eddie sees in the preppy jock and his bright colors.

They intend to ask him after the show but find their way blocked by the older Metalheads, the ones that were fans of Eddie Munson all the way back when he was still new, when he was playing in bars and opening for more popular bands. The ones who ignored rumors of murder and cults and supported Eddie in a way the younger generation wouldn't understand.

They wouldn't let them near Pastel and they gently steered Pastel and the child he carried away from them, one of them even brought them drinks that he took too trustingly, another pulled a bell from one of his chains for the child to rattle while Pastel smiled and listened to their stories.

And then they parted like a wave for Eddie to throw himself at Pastel, someone plucking the child from Pastel to lift them high and out of the way of the crash that followed Eddie tackling Pastel.

And they didn't understand the glares they got at following concerts, at the way they were kept from both Pastel and Eddie.

Didn't they understand that Eddie deserved better, someone who appriciated him fully?

And the children wouldn't understand that Eddie had that someone, the someone who had suffered throug migraine after migraine, and a handfull of seizures to hear Eddie play.

Who had planned his wedding around Eddie's first tour and still ended up saying 'I do' on a stage in the middle of a concert because Eddie had messed up the dates and Steve had dragged the official to the concert so he could still get married to his idiot.

The children could never understand what it was like to love someone so deeply that they didn't think to look at another.

A/n: something about these tough metalheads adopting Steve as their pastel jock princess is so funny to me, they really don't like these kids trying to hurt their princess.

And in a carrier/abo verse Steve also went into labor during a concert and had the baby in the back room before Eddie had to go back for an encore, he made up a song on the spot for the occasion that was only played in concert once and never released on tape.

#rockstar Eddie munson #pastel #part 2 #steddie

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sideblogofthcentury · 2 years

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Steve had blacked out. All of his senses had dwindled to nothing but blind rage. He was lost in a sea of darkness, and all he could do was breathe. And with each breath he took, he began to return to himself, began filling in the missing puzzle pieces of what had just happened.

Steve breathed in and smelled the crisp cold air, shortly before snow or a cold rain, and Steve breathed out.

Steve breathed in and tasted the quickly souring aftertaste of the strawberry milkshake he’d shared with Robin, and Steve breathed out.

Steve breathed in and heard the high pitched ringing in his ears, the echoes of a spat “freak” reverberating in his head, and Steve breathed out.

Steve breathed in and felt the stinging of his knuckles, the weakness after a heavy exertion traveling up his arm, and Steve breathed out.

Steve breathed in and saw the beautiful angry red trickle down Jason Carver’s face, soaking the front of his white shirt, and Steve breathed out.

Ah. Steve was caught up now.

Jason’s eyes flashed with what Steve first mistook as anger. Steve breathed in and braced himself for another big drawn-out fight that would end with him unconscious.

And Steve breathed out and only then recognized that flash in Jason’s eyes as fear.

Steve smiled, a big toothy grin, and let himself chuckle at the broken little sound Jason made as he backed away.

“Don’t you ever. fucking let me see your face again, Jason. I will break it in two.”

And just like that, Steve saw Jason walk away.

Steve turned around to see Eddie, Robin, and Dustin standing in a semicircle, not a single closed mouth among them.

It was a long moment before anyone said anything, but it was Dustin who piped up first, with nothing but a simple “dude.”

Steve let Eddie drive the Beemer, Robin excitedly rambling instant replays as Dustin wrapped Steve’s hand in the backseat.

Dustin was dropped off first, with a “See you in the morning, badass.”

Robin was dropped off second, with a “Remind me not to piss you off.”

And then Steve moved to the front seat and stared at his hand, clenching and unclenching it, feeling the pain shoot up his wrist, the pressure of the bandage feeling good, like it was holding him together.

Eddie drove them to Steve’s empty house, neither boy breaking the silence that was so loud, the trilling guitar and shouted lyrics couldn’t even drown it out.

Eddie put the car in park in Steve’s driveway, staring ahead for a long moment before pivoting in his seat to look at Steve’s hand.

“Steve?”

“yeah?”

“You good?”

Steve breathed in.

Steve breathed out.

And Steve told the truth.

“No. Honestly, no. I can’t fucking stand it anymore, Eddie, I don’t know how you do it.”

Eddie knew what he was referring to. “You uh, get used to it?”

“No. I refuse.”

“Well damn Steve you can’t go punching the entire town. What will you do when the next person is an 80 year old woman? You gonna hit an old lady, Steve?”

“If she deserves it.”

Eddie shook his head and barked out a laugh that was definitely not a laugh. “So you’re really looking forward to that prison time, huh?”

“If I deserve it.”

Eddie threw his hands up into the air like the exasperated mother of an impossible child. “Steve!! you’re not getting it. It’s never going to stop. People are going to talk and say things and think whatever the fuck they want to think! And you can’t ever change their minds because they’re right. I don’t belong. I’m the freak.”

It lingered in the air again and for a moment Steve thought he was going to black out again.

Steve breathed in.

Steve breathed out.

“No.”

Eddie gaped at him. “Steve-

“No. Goddamn fucking no, Eddie. There is nothing wrong with you. No. Not a thing. You care about people, and you’re kind, and you’re smart and funny and they’re… they’re-“ Steve sputtered, unable to come up with a word deserving of association with them, finally settling for a disgusted face and a sigh.

“People don’t like you because you don’t check their boxes. You don’t, and you don’t care to, and they don’t like that. It makes them think. Every time they see you they’re forced to think; to wonder why they work so hard to fit in when you seem so defiantly happy refusing. People don’t understand, and it scares them. People don’t like what they can’t understand. And you’re so boldly you, you’re-“

Steve breathed in.

Steve breathed out.

“You’re terrifying.”

Part Two

#I’ll probably make a part two if literally even one person wants it #but it is late and i am sleepy so the quality will diminish if I continue now #steve is speaking from personal experience #because eddie made king steve think #and eddie scared king steve #I am trying to get back into writing but have no motivation so i really hope you like it #steve’s anger issues #I just really love Steve going full chihuahua on jason carver #like this lil guy is scrappy as hell #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve eddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things

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sweetums0kitty · 1 year

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Good Things in Small Packages

Edward Nashton x Soft!Dom reader

Warnings: Bondage, edging, 18+, Minors DNI.

Summary: Eddie won't listen when you say he's beautiful, what better way to convince him than a game of cat and mouse

Commission for @lovesickrobotic

“Lovely, just lovely.” Placing a long revenant kiss onto the cherubic cheek of the man securely bound below you. His lengthy form contorted slightly pushing himself further into the mess of pillows you had set him against. Pouting you leaned over and gently grasped his flushed cheek tilting the rounded face of your beloved. Edward was caught instantly within the intensity of the gaze. From the way you held his face gently stroking the right side with your left hand while the other was tracing the tendons of his throat. His pulse was racing wildly causing a gentle giggle to bubble up and out of your chest. "Eddie!" cooing you lent forward and placed another kiss on his fervent skin eliciting a shrill whine that buzzed your lips pleasantly. Edward squirmed under your touch but it was no use the silken fabric contoured around his plush form binding him to your will. Which, presently was to absolutely drench his entire being with as much affection as you could. Usually, Eddie would shy away from your praise, ducking his head to avoid the intensive expressions of love you desperately longed to lavish him with. Well! No more could he dodge you, once and for all you were going to worship Eddie the way he deserved.

Moving your lips downward you began to pepper little pecks and licks into the lower portion of Edward's face. Making doubly sure to reserve your slowest kisses for those points on his neck that pulled the sweetest sounds from within. "Y-Y/N I-!" nipping lightly at his Adam's apple Edward was bucking below you wildly. The contact with your soft lips and curved form was entirely too much and nothing at all. Internally a war was brewing in your beloved. The softer part of Edward was clawing fiercely to accept your affections, sink himself back into the pillows, and stuffed toys you had placed around his bound form in devoted adoration. But no matter how he tried the nagging voice in his brain slithered in whispering that he wasn't worth your love, and didn't deserve to be cared for in this way. There wasn't a time before meeting and falling in love with you that Eddie was shown this level of care, why should he get used to it now? Why should he grow fond of the feeling of your lips on his feverish skin… When… when… Before the negative spiral could truly take root you had crashed your lips to his in a fervent kiss chasing away the storm clouds and refocusing Edward's attention on you.

"You're thinking too much!" cooing in a sing-song tone. Your nails gently scratched his scalp stroking Edward's soft brown hair. Leaning into your touch your boyfriend mewled forlornly. "Sorry… I guess I'm not good at this whole… being loved thing." shrugging to the best of his ability despite the bindings. Frowning slightly as you thought of how best to get Edward's mind focused where it really belonged. Slowly a wicked grin formed on your lips. "Eddie~!" purring seductively as you sensually stroked his protruding stomach. You adored every inch of his lengthy body but his tenderly soft tummy was your favorite. He was staring at you with a slightly concerned expression saying nothing. Kissing his cheek you leaned into his ear whispering lowly "You wanna play a game?" Words dripping with seduction watching his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed shallowly. "What kind of game?" came his nervous reply. Giggling you wrapped an arm around his shoulders as you tugged him flush to your body. The sides of your breasts were pressing into his pallid chest. With every breath you took, they pushed tantalizingly close to his. "One we can both win.. one that lets me open you up. You are my special gift aren't you?" With the way, the bright green pupils behind his lenses were dilated you knew you were on the right track. "I- uh.. yeah." the reply was lame but blood was quickly rushing out of Edward's brain as you began to kiss your way down his body.

"Wha-ahh-t's the game?" voice cracking as your warm, wet tongue swirled around his quickly hardening nipples. Causing a hissing sigh from his plush lips when you began to suck gently. Kissing and licking the buds. Your other hand rolled the pert nipple under your thumb. Eddie's chest heaved as he moaned from your worship. Popping off his chest you kissed between his collarbones and laid them into his sternum. "Mm, since you can't seem to find it in you to accept my praise.. even though it's the absolute truth! I thought we'd try a little "positive reinforcement" using your fingers to continue to massage his chest. "How are you going to that?" his voice melted into a high-pitched whine of disappointment as you moved downwards licking lazily around the ribbons that crissed and crossed over his stomach. Bits of him sagged over the bows. He was your beautiful gift. Time to start unraveling the wrappings that held Eddie to earth. Nibbling gently at the pudge that resided there. It always struck you dumb over how beautiful he was in all his soft curves and long features. There was a grace in how his brow furrowed while working out a puzzle, how fast his brilliant mind would work out a problem and find the answer. However, you found him most beautiful at the precipice between brilliance and pure animal lust. Emerald eyes locked onto your hand as it slowly drifted down between his soft thighs. Gently running your nails between the binds around his flesh, twirling around his already leaking cock. You giggled softly as his hips bucked into your phantom touches. "God Eddie…" breathing heavily as you pressed warm, worshipful kisses around the skin of his inner thighs, before drifting your mouth over and hotly kissing his weeping cockhead. Listening to the sweet sobs that fell from his throat all while you worshipped him. Suddenly you bent up from between his legs using the binds at his chest as leverage to bring him in for a kiss that was all passion, yet still gentle. Softly exploring the cavern of his mouth with your tongue. His danced along yours in a fluttering mating ritual that pulled a guttural groan from deep within your throat.

Pulling way to cradle his flushed cheeks you gazed down at his little love-drunk smile. Gently you moved back down his body sitting between his thighs. "You ready to play the game sweetie?" Looking up at him through your lashes catching sight of his quickly bobbing mess of tawny brown hair "M'ready….." hips squirming together to the best of his abilities, you sighed quickly pinning him down. "Easy Eddie!" Cooing you gently stoked his thigh letting your hand fall to the taught base of his cock, where your silky soft hand ghosted up the shaft gripping it firmly in the middle. Letting it rest as you looked directly into his blown-out eyes, nearly black with lust. "The game is simple, I'm going to play with your cock and every time I compliment you, you're going to repeat what I say back or I'll stop stroking. Gluping down the lump in his throat your sweet little gift nodded shallowly to show he understood. Smiling at his acceptance you placed your other hand on his lower stomach, petting the flushed skin that resided there. "Good boy."

It was then time for the game to begin. All at once you had spit into your hand and then began to slowly pump his cock. Up, down, up, down, it was methodical the way you were massaging his skin. Thumb traveling up to circle his red tip. Your hands were heaven on earth for Edward as low sobbing moans flowed out of him. Enjoying the way his chest heaved as all the mussels in his body strained against the ribbons. In a moment your hand stopped pulling his attention to your face. "Eddie… You're so beautiful, the most beautiful person in Gotham." Starting with a hard one probably wasn't fair, but it was for the best. Almost gagging on his words Eddie's broken little voice choked out "I-I'm beau-fuck!" Your pointer finger and thumb had formed a ring and that was what currently was rubbing against his throbbing shaft going from feather soft to tight against him in an instant. "I-I- I'm beautiful! T-the most beautiful person- in Gah-Gotham!" squealing at the end as your nails brushed his leaky slit. "Good job Eddie!" cooing his flushed, sweat-covered skin, the silly round smile painted onto his cheeks Time for a harder one." You matter so so much, I don't know what I would do without you." He squeaked as you kept rubbing his cock milking the compliments from his lips. The same way you were milking the pre-cum from his tip.

Edward squeezed his eyes shut, in an almost pained expression, Your words, he heard them, they slammed into his heart like a fright train but he just couldn't get them to repeat, "Y-Y/N I can't- I'm not!" babbling as his body kept pulling at the ribbons, thrashing back into the large squishmallow he was snuggled into. Tears had begun to form on long bottom lashes, and the pink rose petals of his bottom lip wobbled tragically. Still, your hand deftly continued to rub at him. "Yes you can baby, I know you can." crooning softly. Your warm lips kissed his stomach lazily as you rested your head on his lower abdomen. "You don't want me to stop do you?" before you could finish asking Eddie shrieked no. Laughing slightly at the response you smiled while using your other hand to wipe his tears. "Recite." firmly holding his cock in place.

"I… matter so, so much" Choking down a sob as you kept massaging his dick Eddie managed to continue his recitation. Over and over your words were pounded into his skull as you expertly kept him on the edge of his orgasm. Finally coming to the very last set of words for him to repeat. Smoothly you had settled into Eddie's side a fitting place to be when he reached his end. "I'm a very good boy, who is going to cum all over my hand." In his state of delirium, Eddie didn't notice your command. Too busy being a blushing fucked out mess he mumbled the words back. "M'a very good boy… Gunna cum all o'ver your hand." It wasn't until you were letting go of his cock and he felt the thick ropes of cum hitting his stomach that he realized the whining moans were his own. You soothed Eddie through his orgasm gently cradling him in your arms as you stroked his hair. "Thank you, baby, you did so good for me." Peppering kisses into his cheeks. Coming down for his high Edward snuggled into your arms. He was stripped bare and laid out before you. But instead of mocking him or ripping his heart out you took the parts of him that sagged with lack of love and filled it with your adoration for him. "I- love you Y/N.." gasping between heaving breaths. You simply returned your lips to his kissing Edward as if your lives depended on it.

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solarmorrigan · 1 year

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Steve crochets Eddie a scarf part 1, part 2, part 3, Ao3

Steve has heard of knitting circles, of course, but he’d never expected to be a part of one.

(Of course, since it’s just him, Joyce, and El, and none of them knit, it’s really more of a crocheting triangle – except for that one time Murray Bauman joined them; he knits, because of course he does, and that had made it into more of a mixed yarncraft square, but that doesn’t really roll off the tongue.)

He also hadn’t expected that the true purpose of a knitting circle (crocheting triangle) is not to better facilitate any kind of fiber crafting, but mostly to spend time snacking and gossiping.

He can’t say he really minds.

“So, Steve,” Joyce says, looking up from the baby blanket she’s been working on (one of her coworkers, Margey, is pregnant; she’s a nice young woman whose boyfriend doesn’t deserve her, and who very much hopes she’s having a girl, even though her boyfriend wants a son, so Joyce is making the blanket optimistically—or vindictively—pink. Steve loves that he knows all of this), “I never did ask – did that someone like their scarf?”

“Oh. Um.” He has no idea how to answer that. Eddie had definitely liked the scarf, had liked it enough to give Steve a gift in return—a very thoughtful one, actually—and then Steve had gone and ruined it and probably scared Eddie away forever, and maybe now Eddie wanted nothing to do with the scarf?

Steve really has no idea.

He’s probably been silent for too long, though.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure they did. Thanks again for your help.”

Steve follows this statement with an incredibly nonchalant gulp of coffee, which is about when El turns to him and asks, “Who is ‘someone’? Did you finish a scarf for someone other than Eddie?”

Coffee is not air, and it does not belong in Steve’s lungs. Luckily, he only inhales a little bit of it, and manages to cough it out before Joyce feels the need to reach over and thump him on the back.

“No. Nope, just… just Eddie’s,” Steve rasps, decidedly not looking at the knowing smile that’s tucked itself up in the corners of Joyce’s mouth.

“Oh. Well, then he definitely likes it,” El says. “He’s wearing it every time I see him.”

“That sounds like a good sign,” Joyce says leadingly.

“Yeah, maybe.” Steve shrugs and focuses on his new project (Henderson’s scarf; it’s thinner than Eddie’s but broader, so it can be folded over, and he’s making it with colorful, variegated yarn).

“Are you going to ask him out?” Joyce asks.

Steve wonders if it’s possible to drown himself in his cup of coffee.

It doesn’t matter either way; El’s attention has already snapped back to him, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, and she’d probably just find a way to drag him back from the dead.

“Are you?” El demands with a grin.

Abandoning his crochet hook, Steve reaches up to shove his fingers under his glasses and pinch the bridge of his nose (he’s still getting used to the glasses; he doesn’t like wearing them, but they do help with his migraines, and Joyce makes disappointed Mom faces at him when he doesn’t wear them, so he at least brings them to the crochet triangle). “Probably not.”

He can hear the frown in El’s voice as she asks, “Why not?”

“Pretty sure I blew my chances there,” Steve sighs.

“What happened?” Joyce asks; when Steve lets his glasses fall back into place to chance a glance in her direction, she looks sympathetic.

It’s been about a week since Steve sent Eddie running from his house, and Steve hasn’t really had the opportunity to talk to anyone about it yet. Robin would usually be the first (and probably only) person to hear about it, but he hasn’t quite been ready for what he knows will be an entirely honest, but not entirely gentle, assessment of the situation.

El and Joyce are likely to be kinder, but it also feels a little weird to talk to them about his love life. Joyce has been more of a mother to him than his own ever was, and even though El is rapidly approaching sixteen, she’s still like nothing so much as a kid sister. Do people talk about this sort of thing with family members? Steve has no idea.

Whatever.

“He, uh. He actually brought me a gift,” Steve finally says, finding great interest in the view out the window behind Joyce. “Like, to say thank you for the scarf.”

Joyce nods encouragingly.

“What was it?” El asks.

“A, uh. A Hellfire shirt. For his little nerd club. Except he said that it’s our nerd club now because I’m a member, even though I don’t play.” Steve shrugs. “I guess because I do other stuff for them.”

“That sounds nice, Steve,” Joyce says, and Steve nods.

“It was. It is! It was really nice, and I wanted to show him I appreciated it, so I gave him a hug, right? And that was nice, too, and he returned it, and he – like, he seemed interested,” Steve’s on a roll now, there’s no stopping the car crash of words coming out of his mouth, of all the habits he had to pick up from Robin– “so, y’know, when he said he hoped he got the right size shirt, I said maybe I should try it on to make sure, and he said that was a good idea, and—I would like to reiterate, he really seemed interested—so I just, y’know, kinda took off my shirt right there. In front of him. To try the new one on. And I might’ve thrown the other one at him. And he left very quickly after that.”

Of all the reactions Steve had expected, Joyce laughing at him hadn’t been high on the list, but that’s exactly what she does. So hard she nearly falls out of her chair.

Steve watches her in open-mouthed shock for a moment before exclaiming, “It’s not funny!”

“No, no, no, I’m sorry!” Joyce gasps in between peals of laughter, flapping a hand at him. “Of course it isn’t!”

This draws a giggle out of El, and Steve turns to point a finger at her. “Don’t you start, too.”

El slaps a hand over her mouth, but it’s very clear that she, too, is laughing.

“I seriously think I scared him off!” Steve insists. “He ran out of there so fast he took my sweater with him. I liked that sweater.”

This only makes Joyce laugh harder, and Steve has no choice but to sit back on the couch with a huff and wait for the mirth to die out.

“Okay,” Joyce breathes, running a thumb under her eyes to catch the tears while El does her best to bite down on her smile. “Okay, I’m sorry, I’m good now.”

Steve grumbles, picking his scarf back up, but he can’t say that he’s really that displeased; it’s nice, after everything, to hear everyone still laugh (and even if he’d prefer it not be at his expense, he doesn’t mind now and then).

“Do you want my advice, sweetie?” Joyce asks.

“Since I’m providing entertainment, it only seems fair,” Steve says, and Joyce snorts.

“Okay.” She abandons her chair and comes to perch on the arm of the sofa beside Steve, wrapping an arm around his shoulders in a one-armed hug that he doesn’t resist in the slightest. “You probably did come on a little strong.”

Steve sags a little against Joyce, and she’s quick to continue. “But! I really don’t think you ruined your chances. Maybe he just wasn’t expecting such an… immediate reaction, or maybe he was worried that he was misreading the situation–”

“How can you misread someone taking their shirt off?”

“People convince themselves of all sorts of things where love is involved,” Joyce says, rubbing Steve’s shoulder, and Steve mentally swaps out ‘love’ for ‘feelings,’ because he can’t think about love right now (not again, not yet). “But Eddie seems like a pretty straightforward kind of guy; I’m sure he’d have told you if he wasn’t interested. You should just be honest with him. Talk to him.”

“But that’s not how it works,” El pipes up from Steve’s other side.

Steve and Joyce both look over, and El sets down the rainbow beanie she’s been working on (it has an absolutely excessive pompom on top, and Steve really hopes she’s planning to make Mike wear it), preparing to explain.

“In the movies,” El says earnestly, “that is not how it works. No one just talks about it, that’s… weird.”

Steve grins. El’s latest endeavor in pop culture education has been romcoms; she’s been devouring the entire section at Family Video, and Steve has taken great pleasure in offering her recommendations (Robin, meanwhile, insists he’s poisoning El’s mind with pre-packaged, heteronormative trash; Steve says Robin is just jealous that El doesn’t like her film recommendations; Robin tells Steve to go crochet a doily; then they get into an argument over the purpose of doilies—Robin insists they’re purely decorative, but Steve is certain they must have some kind of use—and forget about their original argument entirely).

“She has a point,” Steve says. “I can’t just go up to Eddie like, ‘Hey, sorry for sorta stripping in front of you, are we still cool, man?’ That would be really awkward.”

Joyce gives him a dry look. “Well you don’t have to phrase it like that.”

“Exactly!” Steve snaps his fingers, pointing at Joyce. “I can still talk to him, I just have to… you know, talk around it. Play it cool.”

El nods sagely. “Play it cool,” she echoes.

“See? El’s got me.” Steve grins, gesturing back at El for good measure.

“Okay.” Joyce holds her hands up, as if in surrender. “Apparently you guys know best. I’ll just take my advice and my happy relationship and go back to my chair.”

Steve shrugs. “Well, yeah, your method worked on Hopper, but I’m not trying to get with Hopper.”

“Ew.” El reaches over and gives Steve a shove. Joyce has a hand over her eyes, clearly trying not to laugh again.

“It’ll be fine, you’ll see,” Steve insists, and Joyce gives an affirmative hum that doesn’t really sound like she believes him at all.

But she will see. He’s just going to play it cool, Steve decides, as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and goes back to crocheting a scarf for a mouthy fifteen-year-old he has trouble saying ‘no’ to.

He’s totally cool.

Steve realizes as the phone starts ringing that maybe he should have come up with a plan before dialing Eddie’s number.

The thing is, Steve isn’t really much of a planner; he has an idea, he follows through with the idea. He can deal with the consequences of the idea when they arise.

Unfortunately, the consequence of his current idea is Eddie answering the phone, and it has just arisen.

“Hello?”

Steve blanks.

Greeting. He should greet Eddie.

“Hey, Eddie.”

Nice.

“Steve. Hey.” Eddie doesn’t sound displeased, but maybe a little higher pitched than normal. Nervous? Maybe that’s just the connection.

There is a moment of awkward silence in which neither of them says anything because Steve is the one who called and he hasn’t told Eddie what he called for, mostly because his idea had pretty much boiled down to ‘call Eddie, feel out the situation, but don’t talk about the thing.’

It’s Eddie who finally speaks, sounding more like himself when he asks, “So, what can I do for you?”

“Oh, I was just calling to… check,” Steve pauses, briefly, thinking frantically, “what kind of snacks you wanted. For Friday.”

“…Friday.”

Steve’s stomach drops. Did Eddie actually want nothing to do with him now, or had he just forgotten?

“Yeah. You guys were planning to play over at my place this week. That’s… still a thing, right?”

“Right! Yes, yeah, it’s – yeah.” Steve can almost see Eddie nodding on the other end. “I just wasn’t sure you’d… want to.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to?” Steve frowns; they are perilously close to talking about it.

“Uh. No reason, I guess? Didn’t want to make assumptions on your behalf,” Eddie says. “Y’know, sweep in and totally take over your house when you’re not feeling it, and then you’re standing there giving us invaders your best mom glare.”

Steve rolls his eyes, fond despite himself. “I do not have a mom glare,” he says (Eddie isn’t going to listen, just like no one else listens when he tries to tell them the same thing). “Anyway, how about you just tell me what you want to eat, huh?”

“Oh, you know me, I’m not picky,” Eddie says breezily. “I’ll eat whatever you want to feed me.”

“You know that means you’re not allowed to complain about what I pick, right?” Steve says, banishing the thought of actually feeding something to Eddie (but– flirting. Flirting is a good sign, right?).

“Not a peep. Cross my heart,” Eddie says, and Steve can’t help but smile in response to the way he’s certain Eddie must also be smiling right now.

“Uh huh,” Steve hums, as if he doesn’t believe Eddie (and he doesn’t, really, because Eddie is pickier than he makes himself out to be, and he will complain if only to be a nuisance), and he wants to leave it there, leave it on that light note of banter, but– he also wants to be sure. “Hey, Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want me to wear the shirt?”

There’s a beat of silence. “Well, it is standard club attire, Steve,” Eddie teases, and Steve gives in to a little huff of frustration.

He bites the bullet, decides to be just a little more direct. “Sure, but– do you want me to wear it?”

“I–” Eddie starts, stops, falls silent. Steve holds his breath. Then, finally: “Yeah. I really do.”

Steve sighs out into a grin. “Great. I’ll, uh. I’ll see you Friday, then?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says again, “I’ll see you Friday.”

Steve’s pretty sure he hasn’t had fucking butterflies in his stomach since maybe his junior year of high school, but damn if he doesn’t get them now, just thinking about the end of the week.

(He’s probably beyond pretending he’s anything like cool about this, but he’s surprisingly okay with that.)

Friday evening brings the promised onslaught of invaders, and Steve greets them at the door, the foyer filling with the squeaking of snow-wet shoes and the extended rustling of winter coats being shucked and shoved into the closet.

It’s the kids who come in first—just Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Will tonight—chattering at each other and at Steve and making themselves right at home, as usual, but it’s the older Hellfire members who clock Steve’s shirt first. He can see the moment Jeff sets eyes on it, elbowing Gareth and nodding at Steve; Gareth snickers, which alerts Grant, who looks at Steve and rolls his eyes.

Steve raises his eyebrows at the three of them, but they don’t seem inclined to say anything. They don’t even seem that surprised.

Dustin, however, speaks up almost immediately upon noticing.

“Steve, what are you wearing?”

“Clothes,” Steve retorts. “What are you wearing?”

Mike, now alerted to Steve’s choice in attire, looks utterly affronted. “Where the hell did you get that?” he demands.

“It was a gift, Wheeler, don’t burst a blood vessel,” Steve says, which does not seem to go a long way at all in getting the kid to chill out.

“The t-shirts are for Hellfire members only,” Mike says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Which is how we know Steve is a member,” Eddie says from the doorway, where he’s finally made it in from parking the van, his jacket still zipped and the scarf Steve made for him wrapped around his neck.

“He’s not, though!” Mike insists. “He doesn’t even play!”

Eddie hums, stepping fully into the foyer and shutting the door behind himself before making a show of looking around the room.

“Tell me, Wheeler: whose house are we in right now?”

Mike stares at Eddie, brows raised, not quite able to tell if he’s being asked a trick question or not. “Steve’s?”

“And who probably has snacks waiting in the kitchen for our ravenous horde?” Eddie goes on.

This time, Mike sighs. “Steve, but–”

Eddie cuts in. “And who gives those of you without the ability to legally operate a motor vehicle rides to and from club meetings whenever your little hearts desire?”

“Technically, we rode with Jeff and Grant tonight,” Dustin pipes up.

“Other club members! An excellent point, Henderson!” Eddie points to Dustin in agreement, who mostly looks baffled, if a little amused. “It’s a service we provide for each other.”

Mike rolls his eyes. “Yeah, but–”

“Now tell me, Wheeler,” Eddie rolls right over Mike’s protest, slinging an arm across his shoulders. “Who founded the Hellfire Club?”

“You did,” Mike says, glancing uncertainly at Eddie.

“And who ultimately decides whether or not to grant membership to another person?”

“…You do.”

“And who, pray tell, has the ability to make tonight’s session very challenging for our party’s gallant paladin?” Eddie smiles, sharply saccharine in the face of Mike’s sour frown, and reaches up to pat Mike on the cheek when he doesn’t answer. “And don’t you forget it.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Couldn’t you have picked a better-fitting shirt, though?” Lucas asks Steve.

“It was a gift,” Steve reiterates. “And shut up, this fits fine.”

“Right,” Dustin drawls, looking from Steve to Eddie with narrow-eyed suspicion.

“I didn’t realize my fashion choices were that interesting,” Steve scoffs. “Are you guys gonna play tonight, or not? Some of you do still have a curfew, and I’m not fielding angry parent calls again.”

This gets everyone back in motion, the group trickling out of the foyer and through the living area to get to the dining room. Gareth is the last one to go, bouncing his eyebrows and grinning at Eddie, who gives him an entirely ineffectual shove and sends him laughing out of the room.

And then it’s just Eddie and Steve.

“I really do like the shirt,” Steve says, hoping to fill the silence before it curdles awkwardly between them. “It’s comfy.”

Eddie smiles, different from the sharp one he’d pulled out a moment ago, now amused and fond and much more real. “It’s a good look for you,” he says, looking Steve up and down, and– that.

That had been the reaction Steve had been hoping for when he’d first put it on.

Maybe he had come on a little too strong at first. Maybe Eddie had just needed time. But whatever had happened, Eddie seems to be fully on board now.

“It’s definitely growing on me,” Steve says. “But I’m kind of getting the feeling that you like it more.”

“Guilty,” Eddie admits, with remarkably little guilt.

But when he steps forward, closing in on Steve’s space, the hand he raises is hesitant. Steve doesn’t move, tries very hard to broadcast that he is very alright with this, and smiles when Eddie finally brushes his fingers along the line of Steve’s collar.

“What can I say? I like seeing a little me on you,” Eddie says.

Steve reaches up to tug at the scarf, still tied around Eddie’s neck. “I think I know the feeling,” he says. “But you should let me take these for you. You have to be melting by now.”

“We don’t all run hot, Harrington,” Eddie grumbles, even as he’s unwrapping the scarf. “I even dressed in an extra layer tonight.”

Steve is about to ask Eddie what the hell he’s talking about when Eddie unzips his jacket in one decisive motion and reveals– Steve’s sweater. The one Eddie had accidentally(?) walked out with last week.

He’s wearing it under his jacket.

It looks good on him, a bright splash of blue-green where there are usually only more subdued shades, and Steve can only take Eddie’s jacket with automatically curling fingers as it’s pressed into his hand.

“I’ve been wondering if you were going to bring that back,” Steve finally says. “It’s one of my favorites.”

There’s a moment of flusterment before Eddie smirks at Steve. “You mean you didn’t want me to keep it? You seemed so worried about how cold I’ve been,” he says. “And you did throw it at me.”

It’s Steve’s turn to flush under Eddie’s words. “Yeah, well, I didn’t expect you to run off with it.”

Eddie bites his lip. “Okay, yeah, I might’ve… panicked. A little bit,” he admits. “I wasn’t really expecting to, uh. To get what I wanted. Wasn’t sure what to do with it.”

Alright– alright, fine. Steve concedes. They might have to actually talk about it. Just a little.

“You don’t have to do anything with it. You’re not obligated,” Steve says. “But it’s there for you, whenever you want it. If you do still want it.”

Eddie’s eyes meet Steve’s, dark and sincere. “I really, really do. Didn’t mean to make you doubt.”

The silence sits softly between them this time, filled with a smiling kind of certainty. Steve isn’t particularly worried about it becoming awkward, but he finds he can’t help but tease, “So do I get my sweater back, or what?”

“Well, it is kind of warm, now that I’m inside. I guess I should give it back,” Eddie says.

He takes a step back from Steve and promptly whips the sweater off, rucking up the Hellfire shirt he’s wearing underneath and revealing a stretch of lean stomach before he pulls the hem of the t-shirt back down and tosses the sweater at Steve.

“That’s better,” Eddie declares. “I can go get the game started now.”

The teasing glint in Eddie’s eye as he turns away is all Steve needs to dump the clothes in his arms onto the side table and reach out to catch Eddie around the waist.

“Nope, not yet,” Steve says, pulling Eddie back towards him.

Eddie starts to speak, maybe to question him, probably to tease him, but Steve thinks they’ve waited long enough. With one hand still resting on Eddie��s waist, Steve brings his other up to cup his cheek, and leans in.

He can’t say who really initiates it, because Eddie meets him halfway and is kissing him back with equal fervor; he’s clearly recovered from the chill he’d been bothered by earlier, because his lips are warm and inviting against Steve’s.

They don’t stop until they stumble into the hall table, their surroundings having momentarily melted away into unimportant background fuzz.

“Figured I should really thank you for the shirt,” Steve barely pulls away enough to murmur against Eddie’s growing smile. “I thought about crocheting you a hat, but I think this is probably better.”

“Definitely better. But you know, I’ll have to reciprocate in kind.” Eddie shakes his head with the fakest look of regret Steve’s ever seen. “Shit, Steve, if I keep thanking you and you keep thanking me, we might be at this a while.”

Steve laughs, a small breath of amusement as he tilts his head to greet Eddie’s next kiss. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

[Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Epilogue | Ao3]

First, I’d like to thank @theysherobinbuckley for putting the idea of Steve, Joyce, and El having a crochet circle into my head. It was something I never knew I needed until I saw their tags

Second: Tag List. I hope I caught everyone, I am very sorry if I missed you, though!

@infinitetrashbag, @unclewaynemunson, @thehumblefigtree, @courtjestermunson, @tillystealeaves, @darkwitchoferie, @phantypurple, @ceaselessly-watching, @annabell257, @momotonescreaming, @silentiumdelirium, @gamerdano, @panicatthediaz, @bejeweledbaby, @strawberryspence, @stevesbipanic, @henderdads @cuips-not-cute, @silversnaffles, @thegingervulcan, @cr0w-culture, @gamerdano, @yourebuckingkiddingme, @mightbeasleep, @tpwkweasley7, @sharkruption, @bye-zai, @paperbackribs, @stitchinaride, @cookies-and-doom, @maya-custodios-dionach, @twopenguinsunderatrenchcoat, @freddykicksasses, @flustratedcas, @marivictal

#steddie #steve & eleven #steve & joyce #steve harrington #eddie munson #el hopper #joyce byers #stranger things #that it! that's the end!#I did write a tiny epilogue sort of thing because I have no self control #and I'll put that up in a few days probably #but other than that!#solar wrote #eddiesteve

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We'll burn the sky | part five

Warnings: 18+, smut at the beginning, angst, mentions of drugs, substance abuse and readers dad's death, cheating (not on reader)

Pairings: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!fem!reader | Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

Summary: Things are going great on tour— maybe a little too great.

Author's note: Get ready for some agonizing pain, my friends

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Eddie woke up to an empty bed and cold sheets.

Furrowing his brows, he stares at the empty spot for a moment. Anxious thoughts fill his mind and he wonders if you regret what happened and escaped before you had to face him again. The smell of your shampoo and your strawberry scented body wash lingers on his pillow, it’s comforting.

The images of the previous night come rushing back to him. His hands tingle as he remembers the way he touched your bare skin, the way he made you moan with just the touch of his hands, the way you begged and asked for more before he flipped you over and gave you what you wanted.

The tension was growing between you from the first moment you met. And so were his feelings.

He didn’t touch you out of temptation, he touched you out of love. All these feelings that he has been pushing back all these months finally boiled over and there was nothing he could do but to give in.

He knows it’s wrong to feel this way when he still belongs to someone else and he hates himself for it, he turned into something he used to despise; a cheater. He did something that was done to him before, he knows how much it hurts to be betrayed like that and yet it didn’t stop him from doing all these things.

Chrissy was his first girlfriend, his first love.

She was the one he always wanted, the one he used to daydream about, the one he used to pine after but she never saw him. He was nothing but thin air to her for the longest time and when she did notice him, he felt as though he was on top of the world but Chrissy wasn’t what he thought she was and deep down he knew that but he only saw the obvious things.

Eddie was a freak and Chrissy was the queen.

Eddie was bullied and she was dating his bully.

Eddie was poor and selling drugs to help his uncle with the bills while she didn’t even have to lift a finger. Not only did she grow up rich but she was also surrounded by wealthy people, including her ex boyfriend; Jason.

Eddie treated people with kindness, even the ones that didn’t deserve it and she.. Well, to Eddie she always seemed like a kind and sweet girl but the poor boy was always blinded by his love for her. He didn’t see the way she looked down on his friends, he didn’t notice how rude she was being to his uncle, he didn’t realize why she never brought him to her place.

He was blind to so many things when it came to Chrissy. He was blind to the way she stared at Steve for a little too long, laughing at his jokes a little too loud.

Eddie was just happy to be with the girl of his dreams– or what he once thought was the girl of his dreams but his feelings already started to change when he picked her up after her best friend’s house party, one night. She was crying, holding her jacket close to her chest as she stared down at the ground with tears streaming down her face. Eddie had never been more worried in his life than he was at that moment, he thought that something happened to her, that someone hurt her but when he jumped out of his van and ran towards her with a concerned expression on his face. He grabbed her face and wiped her tears as he asked what happened.

All she did was look at him with a guilty look in her glassy eyes, ‘I’m sorry, Eddie.’ is all she had to say for him to understand what had happened before she called him.

Eddie swore that his heart broke that night.

The girl he loved with all he had, betrayed him in the most painful way.

For the longest time, he stood frozen in place and stared at her with a shocked and heartbroken look on his face. He didn’t hear her voice, he didn’t feel her touch, all he felt was the pain that took hold of his heart. And when he looked over her shoulder and found Jason staring back at him, his heart hurt even more. Not only did she cheat on him but she also did it with the guy that made his life a living hell.

His eyes were filled with tears but he didn’t say anything, he only took a step back and looked away from her. She took a step forward and reached for his hand, ‘it didn’t mean anything… Eddie, please.. I’m sorry.’ He should have pushed her hand away, he should have left her there with Jason. ‘Please, forgive me.’

The fool he was, he forgave her. He even took her home that night and took care of her, he wiped her makeup off and held her in his arms as she dozed off like nothing happened.

He blamed it on the alcohol, he blamed it on the weed, he blamed it on Jason.

But Chrissy wasn’t drunk and she wasn’t high either, she knew exactly what she was doing. She knew that she was hurting him.

While she was having sex with her ex boyfriend, he was at home writing a song for her, something that he did out of love, excitement and happiness– the happiness that she had ruined in him.

Sleepless nights followed that awful night and Eddie realized how much love truly hurts.

He should have left her, he shouldn’t have given her that second chance, he deserved better but he was a fool.

His feelings changed more and more when he moved to California.

He learned more things about himself, he got to know himself in a different way, he has grown in character after leaving Hawkins.

Chrissy stayed the same. Still caring about the meaningless things in life. The perfect clothes, the perfect status, the perfect friend group, the perfect future, gossip.

Deep down he knows, they aren’t right for each other. There was not even a single moment where he had a genuine and deep conversation with her, all they ever did was movie nights, getting high and having sex that wasn’t even exciting to him. She talked about her future, about her dreams and her wishes, not even caring about what he wanted. Not even caring about the pain she put him through that night.

A moment of realization of what his future would be like made him panic. He didn’t want to live her life. He wanted to live his life, he wanted to fulfill his dreams. Perhaps that is why he abruptly made the decision to leave Hawkins.

He should’ve left more than just the town he grew up in, he also should’ve left her but he couldn’t, not when she was looking at him with those big and sad eyes of hers as she watched him pack his bags. He should have broken up with her but back then he believed that he still loved her and that she loved him.

He was never one to break someone’s heart but look at him now. He is not just playing with her heart, he is also playing with your heart and he is setting himself up for a big disaster.

But can he stop? No.

Could he have stopped the loss of his feelings for her? No.

Could he have stopped himself from falling for you? No. How could he?

How could he be in your presence and not fall in love with you?

“Fuck…” Eddie mumbles under his breath as he slaps his hand over his face. He hates himself for doing all of this. He needs to stop, he needs to come clean about everything, he needs to tell you the truth and he needs to tell her the truth. He needs to break up with her but he doesn’t know how. Doing it over the phone would be a shitty move but waiting till he gets to Indiana is even worse.

You will find out about her when you get there and that thought leaves him feeling scared and anxious.

The moment he steps into the kitchen area and finds you standing with your back to him as you fix yourself a cup of coffee, he forgets about everything he wanted to say and do, though.

His mind is blank and his heart flutters as he watches you. He can’t even stop himself from walking towards you and wrapping his arms around you. He pulls you back into his chest and kisses your neck, “good morning.”

You flinch a little, surprised at his affection.

You didn’t know what to expect but for some reason you didn’t expect this. You felt a little guilty and ashamed for what you did the previous night.

If there was one thing that you promised yourself before you joined the band, it was not to sleep with any of your band mates but here you are, 20 days into the tour and Eddie already made you cum around his fingers twice.

A smile appears on your face as you turn around in his arms, “good morning, Eddie.”

His eyes light up and he has to restrain a groan as he sees the way you look at him.

“Did you sleep well?” you ask as you move closer to him, pressing your chest against his. He might have had the upper hand last night but today, you will have it.

Eddie’s eyes widen and a surprised look crosses his face as he feels your hand sliding down his stomach.

“Y-Yeah,” he whispers, looking around the empty area, he figures that the others are still sleeping, thank god.

“Yeah?” you smirk as your fingers reach the band of his boxers. You can feel him, his dick is already hard. You didn’t get to touch him the way he touched you last night and you were dying to return the favor.

He nods, eyelashes fluttering as a sigh escapes his lips when you start to palm him over the thin material of his boxers. He places his hands on the counter behind you, caging you against it as he leans into your touch.

“F-Fuck, y/n,” he sighs, “what are you doing?”

For a moment, you admire him and how pretty he looks. His messy hair falls down his shoulders, his eyes almost black, lips plumper than usual in the mornings. The little moans and whimpers that fall from his lips so beautifully make your stomach flutter.

You stand on your tippy toes, mimicking his actions from the night before. Your lips finally touch the sensitive skin on his neck for the very first time.

Eddie’s eyes flutter closed, his heart begins to pound heavily in his chest, his breathing stutters and he moans your name like it’s the only thing he is meant to do. Your touch, your lips, your smell, your voice, you, you drive him crazy.

“Returning the favor,” you whisper against his neck, “is that okay?”

“Mhmm,” he mewls as he holds onto the counter tighter. He forgets about everything, “more than okay, baby.”

You chuckle at the pathetic moan that left his lips after those words.

Your hand slips into his boxers and you grab his hard and aching dick.

“F-Fuck… oh fuck.. baby.”

Eddie doesn’t even remember anymore what it feels like to feel someone else’s touch but his own. The fact that it’s you who’s touching him like this, makes it all even better.

You brush his hair back with your free hand and Eddie tilts his head to give you more access to his neck. Another moan echoes through the empty area as you begin to jerk him off.

“Shhh, you gotta be quiet,” you mumble, “or do you wanna get caught, pretty boy?”

He repeats your name over and over again as you jerk him off faster and kiss his neck harder, as you bite and suck on his skin, marking him as yours.

“F-Fuck,” he sighs as he bucks into your hand, “your hand feels so good…”

“My pussy would feel even better, Eddie.”

He whimpers at your words, dick twitching in your hand.

Smirking, you grab his cheeks and force him to look at you, “you want that, huh?” you ask him. His eyes shot open, surprise flickering in his pleading eyes, “you want to fuck me, don’t you?.... I know you do. I know you jerk off in that little bathroom after every show, I hear you moan my name. I know you watch me change, you fucking perv.”

His eyes widen, cheeks growing red.

But the smirk on your face tells him that you enjoy it just as much as he does, “it’s okay, baby,” you whisper as you lean closer to him, lips brushing against his, he whines pathetically as you move away again after he tries to connect your lips, “uh-uh… no kisses for you.”

He wants to question it, his brows furrow and his lips part but before he can even form a sentence, he feels himself getting closer and closer and he can’t do anything but shut his eyes and hide his face in the crook of your neck as his lips find their way to your shoulder.

“Please…. please..” he mumbles.

“You wanna cum, Eddie?” you ask as you hold him tighter, “you wanna cum all over my hand like a desperate little slut?”

He nods, whining and whimpering at your words.

“Cum for me then,” you order as you nibble on his neck, “be a good boy and cum for me.”

That’s all it takes for him to cum, painting your hand white with his seed. He moans and whimpers against you, body slumping against yours as he breathes heavily.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder.

You giggle, rubbing his back with your hand as you let go of his softening dick. You slip your hand out of his boxers and he groans at the sight of the mess he made, “shit..” he says, blushing.

He turns on the water, grabbing your hand, he pulls you off of you and holds your hand under the running water to clean it.

You can’t even help but laugh at the sight of him. He gives you a side eye, knowing that you’re laughing at him. His cheeks are red, his hair messier than before, his boxers are sticky, he is a mess and if anyone is about to join the two of you in this area, then they’ll easily figure out what just happened.

“Shut up,” he mumbles with a small smile on his face.

You bite down on your lip and look down as he begins to dry your hand off.

“Didn’t expect your morning to go like this, huh?” you whisper, giving him a teasing smile.

No. Not at all. If anything, he would have loved to have a repeat of the previous night but this? This was too good.

He shakes his head and he leans closer, annoyed at your dominance– no matter how hot it is, he wants to be the one in charge.

Eddie throws the towel on the counter and places his hand on the small of your back to pull you closer. Leaning down, he moves your hair back, “next time, I’m gonna make you scream.”

His husky morning voice sends shivers down your spine.

“Yeah? How so?”

“I’m gonna eat your pussy, fuck you with my tongue and fingers until you squirt all over my face.”

You gasp, squeezing your thighs together in an instinct.

He kisses the spot he covered with hickeys, “you’d like that don’t you?”

Your eyes flutter closed as he pulls you flush against his body, you nod, mewling at his words.

“You know what else I’d do?” he mumbles against your skin.

“Hmm?”

He gives your neck a soft peck, “I’d split you open with my cock, I’d fuck you so hard that you’d remember nothing but my name.”

“Eddie–” you rudely get interrupted by the sound of a door opening. You jump away from him and lean back against the counter as you reach for your mug.

Eddie chuckles as he sees your flustered expression.

“Good morning–” Gareth halts in his tracks and his words get caught in his throat when he lays his eyes on the two of you. There is nothing obvious about the two of you, well aside from the flustered expressions on your faces and your awkward cough but Gareth seems to figure it out pretty quickly. He keeps it to himself though and smirks to himself as he runs his hand through his messy hair that looks like a bird's nest, “why do you look so flustered, y/n?” he asks as he walks closer.

Eddie chuckles to himself as he takes a step back, subtly trying to hold his hand in front of his boxers.

“I’m not flustered,” you mumble before you take a sip of your coffee.

Gareth snorts, “right.”

He tries to reach for the coffee pot but you slap his hand away.

“Hey!”

“You stole my room again, asshole!”

“Oops.”

Tour day 30

I never thought that I would love being on tour so much but it’s amazing… Well, it’s amazing when Gareth isn’t stealing my room to hook up with his groupies in my bed.

We arrived in New Orleans today! I’m so excited to be here. We’re going out for drinks tonight and tomorrow we’re having a concert before we leave for Miami! Eddie if your future self is reading this, I hope you know that I’m very excited to see you shirtless at the beach ;)

You close the diary and throw it on the bed before you walk towards the big mirror to check your outfit one more time. The leather pants hug your hips perfectly, that red cropped top that you bought yesterday goes well with the rest of your outfit. You run your fingers through your waves and adjust the necklace around your neck.

Turning away, you’re just about to reach for your boots when a knock on your door interrupts you.

“It’s me,” Eddie announces on the other side.

A smile tugs on your lips as you walk towards the door, opening it, you lean against the wall, “hey there.”

Eddie’s eyes widen as he takes the sight of you in. He sees you in your sexy little outfits all the damn time and yet he still feels like the wind gets knocked out of him whenever he sees you.

You giggle to yourself as you turn around after inviting him into your hotel room.

Eddie blinks as he follows you inside. His eyes widen even more when they fall to your ass, the leather pants are made for you.

“Fuck,” he sighs quietly as he clenches his jaw.

“You ready to go?” you ask as you bend down in front of him to put on your shoes.

A groan falls from his lips as he stares at your curves. Tearing his eyes away from you, he clears his throat and nods, “y-yeah,” his voice shaky as he speaks.

He wants to touch you again, he wants to feel your bare skin beneath his body, he wants to kiss your neck, mark you up all over again but after that night and the next morning, you gave him no sign of wanting a repeat. You continued to tease him, giving him those eyes, touching him subtly, whispering suggestive things into his ear but whenever he made a move you pulled away.

You are teasing him, playing games with him and he can’t say that he hates it.

“You look good.”

“Thank you, so do you,” you smile as you face him again.

He smiles at your compliment, “yeah?”

You nod and walk towards him, eyes meeting his, you reach your hands up to his hair, running your fingers through his curls to smooth them out more. Eddie smiles at your action, unable to keep his hands to himself, he lays his hands on your hips and pulls you closer.

You continue to fix his hair, furrowing your brows as you do so.

A loving smile appears on his face, his eyes flicker with happiness. His heart feels warm and safe when he is around you.

“You know, I’d rather stay in tonight,” you mumble as you pull your hands back.

“Really?” he asks, “why? You were excited to go out earlier.”

You shrug, placing your hands on his forearms, you look back into his eyes, “I always get way too excited and I find joy in getting ready but the moment I’m supposed to leave the house, I regret making plans.”

Eddie chuckles, dimples appearing in his cheeks, “I know that feeling all too well.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” he nods as he rubs circles into the bare skin on your stomach, “I’m a homebody too, Sweetheart. But we’ll go out, you were so excited to be here, we’re here now, so let’s go out, just for a little bit, okay?”

You pout.

He looks at your lips, your very kissable lips.

“And then we can have a sleepover and watch movies, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds very good,” you smile, “oh and Gareth can’t steal my room tonight,” you snort.

The menace that he is, Gareth continues to bring Groupies on the tour bus without you noticing until it’s too late. At this point, the only private room there that was meant for you doesn’t belong to you any longer.

“Let’s go.”

The night was eventful as always. Between concerts and sleepovers with Eddie whenever you made it to one of the hotels, nights out with the band are your favorites. You’ve been with the boys for months now and you have already formed bonds with them but even more so on this tour.

Gareth is more like the annoying younger brother to you, always pranking you in some way and annoying the ever living shit out of you but also being kind and sweet when he wants to be.

Jeff seems to be the wise and protective friend, distant at times, especially when he sees Eddie acting affectionate with you but an amazing friend nonetheless.

Johnny is the fun and careless one, just vibing along and not caring about a single thing.

Eddie, he is the special one. There are no words to describe your relationship with him but special or magical might come close to it.

A frown settles on Eddie’s face when he sees a guy coming up next to you at the bar. A hungry gaze in his eyes as he eyes you up and down before he taps your shoulder. You turn away from the bartender and look at the man next to you. He hopes that you’ll turn away, get your drinks and come back to him but instead, you smile at the stranger and accept his hand as he seems to introduce himself to you.

Eddie swallows harshly, a weird feeling settles in his chest.

Jealousy. That is what he feels when he watches you talk to the guy. That’s what he felt when he saw you kiss that fan in Dallas. Hot rage, jealousy and possessiveness.

“You can’t keep doing this, man.”

“Do what?” Eddie asks over the loud music, still not looking away from you.

Jeff sighs, “whatever you do with her.”

Eddie clenches his jaw, eyes burning and heart aching in his chest the longer he stares at you.

“It’s not fair to her, it’s not fair to either of them but especially y/n.”

Jeff was against this from the start, not only because of the relationship Eddie is still in but because of the mess it’ll get all of them into when you and Eddie fall apart.

Eddie blinks, chewing on his lip, he reaches for the beer bottle as he turns to look at his friend, “I know, Jeff.”

“Then why do you keep doing this?” Jeff asks with a confused expression on his face, “why do you keep leading her on?”

“I’m not leading her on,” Eddie objects, shaking his head.

“Oh yeah? Did you break up with Chrissy then? Did you tell y/n the truth? Does she know about–”

“No,” Eddie hisses, interrupting his friend, “she doesn’t know anything and I-” he hesitates, rubbing his chin, he looks down. Drowning out the loud voices and the music in the background, “I didn’t break up with her yet.”

“Jesus,” Jeff sighs, shaking his head, “what the fuck, dude?”

He can’t believe that Eddie is doing this. It’s not like him to do something like this. He knows how much he suffered when he found out about Chrissy’s infidelity. For the longest time Eddie thought that Chrissy was just using him to spite her parents and Jason or that she was using him for the drugs, he cried about it to Jeff and now here he is, doing the same things that hurt him. He cheats, he lies and despite his protests, Jeff believes that he is using you.

“You are using her.”

“No, fuck, no!” Eddie shakes his head, looking at his friend in anger, “I am not using her.”

Jeff can only laugh at his words, “right,” he mumbles, “then why are you still with Chrissy?”

Eddie avoids eye contact, he looks down at his hands again, ignoring the way his heart aches in his chest when he thinks about the way you will react when you finally find out the truth.

No words leave his mouth.

Realization crosses Jeff’s face and he scoffs angrily, “you’re doing it to spite her? To get back at her?”

Eddie furrows his brows, head snapping up and eyes meeting his, “what–” interrupted by your angry voice as you slam the new beer bottles on the table in front of Eddie.

“Disgusting.”

He looks up at you, concern and worry appearing in his eyes. The look on your face is angry, disgusted and downright pissed as you look back at the guy, you just left at the bar, flipping him the bird before you sit down next to Eddie again.

Jeff raises his brows at your action, watching the way you drink your beer in an almost aggressive way.

“Uh, you okay?” he asks.

Eddie stares at you and then back at the guy, glaring at him already.

“That guy,” you pause, pointing at the blonde asshole with your manicured fingers, “that asshole, flirted with me, was all nice and sweet and tried to get in my fucking pants.”

You don’t notice the angry look on Eddie’s face as you speak.

“Not the first time that happened but okay, keep going,” Jeff laughs with an entertained look on his face.

“And then he mentions his girlfriend,” you exclaim, “his fucking girlfriend, Jeff! What a piece of shit does that?”

Eddie pales at your words, he turns away from you, eyes widening and heart pounding in his chest.

“God, I hate men like that.”

Jeff glances at Eddie.

“I hope he gets his heart broken or something, stupid bastard.”

Eddie swallows harshly, blinking, he feels his throat tightening, his chest aching and his eyes burning.

He is screwed, so so screwed.

Tour day 31

Y/n, if you’re reading this. I’m sorry for everything that happened and that is going to happen. -Jeff.

Forgot what day it is, oops.

I hate hotel rooms, the beds are comfy and the rooms are nice but I hate them. I can’t sleep and it’s driving me crazy.

I prefer the bunk in the tour bus. My pillows and blankets still smell like strawberries, I think it puts me to sleep or something. -Eddie

Tour day whatever..

I never loved life the way I do right now, everything is just so perfect! Oh and by the way, you guys made my life better. I love you all :) -y/n

November, 30th, 1988

So Gareth accidentally fucked someone’s girlfriend and got into a fight with her man. Fucking idiot. Y/n and Eddie got drunk and got matching tattoos, idiots part 2. -Johnny.

The light from the tv illuminates the darkened room, the faint voices from the movie echo through the room. The smell of weed, alcohol and clean sheets linger in your nose. Eddie’s finger trace the skin under your shirt, leaving goosebumps everywhere on your body.

Feeling Eddie’s eyes on you, you turn away from the tv, you glance at him and a smile appears on your face. His doe eyes lighten up when you move closer to him, “hi,” you whisper.

“Hi,” he smiles as he places his hand on your lower back and pulls you closer.

Unlike the night in his bunk, there is nothing sexual about tonight, no heavy tension is lingering in the air, just comfort and safety.

You reach for his hand, sliding your fingers through his, you intertwine them with his. Eddie gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he continues to look into your eyes.

Blushing, you smile and close your eyes as you try to hide your face behind your hair.

“Hey, don’t hide that pretty face from me,” he chuckles as the hand on your waist leaves to brush your hair out of your face. His palm lingers on your cheek and his face grows serious for a moment as his eyes flicker down to your lips, the lips he has yet to kiss.

You stare at his lips the way he stares at yours.

You want him and he wants you, it’s simple and yet it isn’t.

“Eddie?”

“Yes?”

“You make my life so much better,” you whisper, unaware of the pain he will put you through. He is gonna ruin your life and you don’t even know it yet.

“You make my life so much better too,” Eddie whispers with the urge to break down and cry.

You smile at his words, you’re too high and too drunk to notice the pain behind his voice.

“When I came to California, I never thought that I would get here and I never thought that I’d meet someone like you.”

Someone so special.

“I never thought that my life could be this good.”

“I feel the same way,” you whisper.

Eddie closes his eyes as he feels your hand touching his cheek, enjoying the feeling of your touch.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before.”

Eddie feels like home to you and that is something you struggled to accept for the longest time. It’s not easy for you to be vulnerable around someone else or to let feelings in.

Love is a complex and painful thing. You’ve seen what it did to your dad, it put him through agonizing pain, through suffering and through the darkest times and eventually he couldn’t take it any longer and put an end to it.

That is what genuine love does to you and you never wanted that for yourself, you never wanted to fall in love but now it’s a little too late for that.

You look into his dark eyes, your heart skips a beat and all you can think is that this is gonna hurt.

December 5th, 1988

We’re in New York, baby! And we have two shows here, I’m so excited. -y/n

You have never seen a bigger crowd than there was tonight. People were screaming, cheering and calling your name. Your heart was pumping wildly in your chest and the smile on your face just wouldn’t fade away.

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of you, his heart swelled and he felt proud of the band, of himself but especially of you.

This was his dream.

To perform in front of large crowds, to sing and play for the people and celebrate with them. To be here, perform in New York City.

He made it, all he ever wanted is right here in front of him and he can’t even begin to describe the happiness that is flooding through him.

But as he watched you sing, as he touched your body when you came closer to him, as he looked into your eyes and sang the song that you have written together, he realized that his dream just got so much bigger. He doesn’t just want this anymore. He wants you in his dream, forever and not just by his side as his band mate or his friend, he wants so much more than that.

The love you have described to him all these months ago, the night at the beach is exactly what he feels now, what he feels for you.

He wants it, he wants it all with you.

So as you stand beneath the night sky, leaning against the railing on the rooftop as you stare at the bright city lights. Eddie thinks of all your moments on stage, of the nights you spend together, of all the hours you have spend working on the album you are performing in front of thousands of people now, of the smiles you give him, of the way it feels to touch you, of the way you make him feel so safe and at home.

He realizes just how deep his feelings really are. There is love and then there is something deeper than that and that is what he feels for you.

Your eyes twinkle, a content look is resting on your pretty face, you took all the makeup off after the concert. You’re wearing one of his hoodies and he can already feel the excitement forming when he gets to wear it after you and smell your scent on it.

The wind blows through his hair and his bangs fall in front of his eyes.

You turn to look at him and chuckle, the sound leaving butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

You take a step towards him and brush the curls out of his face, fixing his bangs too. Eddie stares at you and suddenly he feels his heart racing, his breath hitches in his throat. He blinks, eyes flickering down to your lips again. He wants this, he wants you so bad.

The shift of energy isn’t very hard to miss.

The air around you two feels different tonight and leaves you feeling vulnerable.

Eddie can’t hold himself back any longer.

He cups your cheeks, lips twitching when he sees the surprised look in your eyes, you know what he is about to do, it’s what you’ve been waiting for all this time, it’s what you have both been waiting for.

“Eddie,” you whisper as you bring your hands up to his wrists.

Before he can change his mind, he grabs you harder and leans down and for the first time, his lips touch yours and Eddie kisses you the way you have never been kissed before.

The little gasp that tore from your throat only makes his heart race even more. He kisses you gently, softly and slowly at first.

You melt so easily into his touch as you start to kiss him back. Your smooth lips move against his so perfectly.

Eddie’s knees almost give out as he feels all kinds of emotions rushing through him.

No one has ever made him feel that way before. No one has ever made him feel these things just from kissing alone.

He savors the moment, he savors your touch, your kiss, your scent, your taste, you.

And as you pull away from each other, you stare at one another with big eyes. His thumb lingers on your bottom lip, his brows are furrowed in confusion.

How can a kiss make him feel such things?

How can it feel like the first time that he has been touched? How can he feel so whole from an innocent and gentle kiss?

You become more and more perfect to him.

Eddie can’t even help it, he pulls you in for another kiss but this time, he slams his lips against yours and kisses you roughly and passionately.

You whimper at the feeling, once again he caught you off guard but you quickly start to kiss him back. You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you closer and closer until your chest is pressed against his.

He deepens the kiss and moans when he feels your hand disappearing in his hair, tugging and pulling at his messy curls.

His hands slide down to your waist and the small of your back.

Your tongues meet and you both moan at the feeling as the kiss grows rougher and rougher.

Your breathing becomes heavy and you both get breathless but neither of you care, you just want this moment to last forever. The kiss grows more desperate and rough the longer it lasts.

Eddie whimpers and you smile into the kiss at the sound.

Kissing you feels like heaven.

Kissing you feels like a drug that he can’t live without, like he will die if he stops doing it.

God, he loves you.

That night and the kiss was only the beginning. Once he got a taste of it, he was unable to stop. He used every chance he got. He kissed you before each show, after each show when you were both running on adrenaline, using the changing room backstage to make out with each other.

You slept in his bed, in his arms, after making out for the longest time.

On your off days, Eddie takes you out to eat or to get drinks and each night it ends with the two of you tangled in the sheets, kissing each other like your life depends on it.

You are happy and so is he.

Both you and Eddie are too blinded by the excitement and the happiness to feel the storm brewing.

December 12th, 1988

We just left Pittsburg and we’re in Cincinnati now. I don’t know what to say but, life is fucking good. I can’t wait to go back to Hawkins and show all those assholes that we fucking made it. -Gareth.

A gnawing feeling settles in your stomach and you don’t know why, maybe it’s because of all the Christmas decorations and the fact that each day that passes brings you closer to Christmas or maybe it’s because something bad will happen.

Either way, you feel awful and you can’t even explain why.

“Hey,” Jeff nudges your shoulder, “are you okay?”

You look up at him and give him a small smile, “yeah, I’m good.”

“You sure?” he asks, knowing that he won’t get a genuine answer anyways. You hide your feelings, all the time.

“Yes, I promise. I’m just tired.”

He nods, he looks over your shoulder, glancing at Eddie who talks to Rob, the tour manager.

“Well it’s a good thing that we’re here now,” Gareth grins as he comes up next to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder, he holds your hotel keys out for you, “I can keep Eddie’s keys since he’s gonna stay with you anyways,” he says, wiggling his brows.

You roll your eyes at your friend, not noticing the disapproving look Jeff gave to Gareth.

“Shut up,” you mumble, snatching the keys out of his hand, “I’ll give those to Eddie.”

“Why?”

“Because those are his keys?” you mumble, raising your brows.

Gareth smirks at you, “yeah but you share your room all the time. I hear those giggles and your screams ‘Eddie stop!’” he mocks you with a high pitched voice.

You shake your head, slapping his shoulder, “I don’t sound like that!”

He snorts, “uh, yes you do!”

Jeff shakes his head and walks away with a sigh, taking his suitcase on the way to the elevator.

“Wait up for me, Jeff!” Gareth yells out to his friend with a frown on his face. He grabs his bag, “see you at soundcheck, rockstar,” he says to you as he follows Jeff, “hold the doors open asshole!”

You shake your head as you watch him almost trip over a small dog, mumbling an apology to the owner of the dog. The woman gives him a disapproving look, especially when she sees his attire. Leather jackets and plaid shirts must be a rarity at these fancy hotels.

You turn around to find Eddie and Rob walking towards you.

“Sam wants you to give him a call, kid.”

You nod, “I will.”

“He was worried,” he says as he takes his sunglasses off, the ones he doesn’t even need considering there is not a single trace of sunlight outside.

You frown at his words, “why?”

Rob gives you a pointed look, flipping through the magazine that he’s holding in his hand.

You give Eddie a questioning look but he only shrugs, looking as clueless as you do.

“Here,” Rob mumbles as he holds it out for you.

Raising your brows, you sigh and take the magazine. A collection of pictures of you and Eddie at different bars and after parties with drinks and cigarettes in your hands are all over the page.

You laugh as you read the headline, “is the fame and the rockstar life too much for the young, rising star?” you mockingly say, “will she carry on the legacy of her father by following the same footsteps and get lost in drugs and alcohol?”

You hold the magazine up, “really?” you scoff.

Eddie raises his brows, eyes filled with uneasiness as you continue to read the article that mentions your father’s death.

You hide your feelings well, another person wouldn’t even see the pain or the anger and the sadness in your eyes but Eddie can see it.

He can see right through you.

“Really, Rob?”

Rob shrugs, his dark eyes looking back at you with concern.

“This is bullshit, man. You know they always come up with some dramatic stories. Do you even see any drugs here?” you ask, pointing to the pictures that were taken of you.

He shakes his head but the worry stays in his eyes, something that concerns Eddie. Rob looks as though he knows something.

You roll your eyes, “whatever. I’m gonna get some rest.”

He nods, “alright, and don’t forget to eat, you got a long night ahead of you.”

“Okay.”

Eddie takes your bags before you can even reach for them, “I got it, Sweetheart.”

You smile at him, “thanks.”

“Soundcheck is at 4pm!”

Eddie gives him a nod before following you to the elevator.

He feels uneasy and worried about the article and he doesn’t even know why. He knows that you don’t take drugs, except for the occasional joint you both share. You’re not exactly a drinker either, only having one or two beers whenever you’re out. You’re responsible and careful, despite what is written about you.

There is nothing to worry about, right? Yet, the weird feeling stays as the day drags on.

You spend the day together, just as Gareth said, Eddie didn’t really need his hotel room. He stayed with you, showered in your bathroom, took a nap with you in your bed and you both got ready together as well, the way you usually do before a concert.

Eddie painted your fingernails red and you painted his black, giggling as he kept kissing your neck.

“Stop,” you giggle as you hold the little bottle in your hand, trying to prevent the nail polish from spilling all over the couch in your backstage area, “I’m gonna get this everywhere.”

“It’s okay,” he murmurs against your skin as he continues to pepper your neck with kisses, “you smell so good, baby.”

Your eyes flutter and a breathy sigh escapes your lips as he finds your sweet spot.

“And you look so good,” he whispers, placing his hand on your bare thigh, his fingers brushing the hem of your short leather skirt, “I could just eat you up.”

“Eddie,” you whisper, biting down on your lip.

The way you say his name will never not make him melt.

You put the bottle away, pushing him back, he gives you a confused look.

You smirk at him, laying your palms on his shoulders, you straddle him.

His eyes widen and a smirk tugs at his lips as he stares at you. Your top pushes your boobs together nicely, he licks his lips, groaning as you grind down on him before you slam your lips against his.

“Mhmm,” he mewls, grabbing your waist tightly as he kisses you back.

You moan into his mouth as his hands move down to grab your ass.

A knock echoes through the room but you ignore it, you keep kissing each other.

“Guys, we gotta get out there in 10 minutes!”

You giggle as he groans in annoyance.

“10 minutes, he said?”

You nod.

Eddie smiles at you, “that means we still got 5 minutes.”

You yelp as he gets up with you in his arms, tightening your arms around his neck as he carries you over to the door. He places you on your feet and pushes you against the door, sliding his thigh in between your legs. He stares at the hungry look in your eyes.

“Fuck,” you mumble, biting your lip, you slide your hands down to his chest, grabbing his necklace, you look at him with big eyes, “you’re so hot, Eddie.”

He cups your cheek, placing his thumb on your bottom lip, his dark eyes bore into yours with an intensity that leaves you squirming beneath him, “so are you, you are the fucking hottest.”

He moves closer, leaning his forehead against yours, “I’m crazy about you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat.

“You do things to me, Sweetheart,” he murmurs as he pecks your lips again.

You can’t tear your eyes away from his.

“There’s no other like you.”

The look is one of love and adoration but you don’t see it.

“I fucking adore you,” he mumbles against your lips before he kisses you again until you’re nothing but a moaning and squirming mess, he leaves you breathless the way he always does, he leaves your skin feeling on fire, your heart racing and your stomach fluttering.

A small smile lingers on your face as you walk out of the room with his hand in yours.

He smiles down at you, stopping you with a gentle tug on your hand. Just as he is about to reach out to brush a fallen strand of hair behind your ear, he gets caught off by a loud voice, calling out his name. His smile falls, his body tenses up and the look in his eyes is one of terror and shock, before he can even react, his hand is ripped out of yours and he stumbles back as a pair of arms are flung around his neck and lips that don’t belong to you meet his.

Confusion is written all over your face as you stare at the unfamiliar girl in Eddie’s arms. For a moment, you think that it’s some crazy fan that sneaked her way backstage to meet her idol, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened but that usually only happened to Gareth with his crazy fangirls.

But as you watch Eddie wrap his arms around her waist in a way that he would only do to you, you realize that she is not a crazy fan and she is not a stranger to him either.

She places her feet back on the floor and wraps her arms around his waist and looks up at him with a big smile on her face, “hi baby.”

“Chrissy.”

You furrow your brows as you stare at the pair in front of you, heart already dropping to your stomach, eyes burning as you blink.

Eddie looks over her shoulder, his guilty eyes lock with yours. The fear and the worry is so clear in his brown eyes, he looks pale and scared. He glances at her and then back at you and that’s all it takes for you to understand.

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whiny / eddie munson

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: It was a ritual that after Eddie's gig you would come and stay at his place. After certain persistent questions from you, you found out that Eddie is a virgin and take his virginity.

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𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 18+ ONLY! kissing, handjob, blowjob, cum eating, grinding, pussy eating, unprotected sex... (Eddie is a very shy and whiny boy when you fuck him)

a/n: Oh boy. The amount of s m u t scenarios I have for this man... In my other ones I wrote how he's saying to you all of these dirty things and how good he yk... but I think it's time for a whiny Eddie Munson version of a story. I really hope you enjoy this one. ALSO I have uploaded this story yesterday but it's not showing up in tags? So I'm giving it another go.

Eddie’s band had yet another small gig and you were backstage, watching him perform. You had gotten so used to this so-called ‘rockstar life’ even though both of you were still in high school. But his band had stuck together since being in middle school and as of right now they were the most popular band in Hawkins.

That is also the way you met him. You heard how there’s this band playing that would usually only get a handful of people; mostly drunks. So your curiosity got the best of you and you went to see them. What they said about the crowd was right but the music, vocals, lyrics… now that was something that they didn’t tell you.

You stayed for the whole show and Eddie at the end came up to you, thanking you for coming before realizing you’re actually going to the same highschool. Ever since that day you kept attending their gigs and actually thanks to you for spreading the word, more and more people would come. That’s how you two became friends and Eddie has been thankful to you since day one.

He’d always take you with him, you’d stay backstage and sometimes hop in the crowd to take a photo, capturing all memorable moments. It was fun being his friend but also getting to see him live out his dream. He belonged on that stage, he was made for it. That was clashing with school a lot of times but you’d help him and by your help, he’d pass the tests.

As soon as he bows one final time to the audience and returns backstage, he says, "My place?"

‘’You bet,’’ you reply, hugging him.

‘’Let me just get my stuff.’’ he says as he rushes by you into one of the rooms where he kept his belongings.

Once he got ready you both headed to his car where you drove to his trailer. It was sort of a ritual for you to come and hang out at his place when the concert finished. Either way, you’d hang out but there hasn’t been a day that you wouldn’t crash in his bed after his band had performed. Eddie would boast about how amazing it felt to sing in front of such a large crowd. Each time they’d put up a date for their gig more and more people would come. You’d talk about things like that or watch him come up with new lyrics for a song.

‘’I think tonight we should watch a movie,’’ Eddie suggests as he unlocks the door to his trailer ‘’you deserve a night without me rambling about tonight.’’ he turns his head to you and laughs

‘’No what? Eddie, I love hearing you talk about your dreams.’’ you object as he opens the door, letting you go in first.

‘’As I said you are my favorite person.’’ you hear him say behind you

His uncle wasn’t home which wasn’t unusual. Eddie had the trailer all to himself most of the time and thanks to you it was always clean. It’s not like he wasn’t tidy, it's just that sometimes in the rush, the place turns into something that you can’t find the word to.

Eddie places his guitar back on the wall in his room and joins you on the couch, where you had already prepared two cans of beer and some random snacks you had found.

‘’Is there just two beers? That’s impossible.’’ he gasps as he sees the table and walks over to the fridge. As soon as he opens it his eyes twinkle and you roll your eyes, grabbing at the tv remote.

‘’Did you see the girls in the crowd today? They were going crazy over you.’’ the crowd tonight was probably the craziest yet. The girls were screaming Eddie’s name over and over again for him to notice them and the things they were yelling were… let’s just say interesting. But you didn’t blame them one bit, Eddie was a handsome fucking guy. He looked like a rockstar in every aspect.

‘’Oh, well I’m glad they enjoy my music.’’ he humbly says as he grabs the rest of the beers before coming back to you on the sofa.

‘’I don’t think that was the only reason they were going wild.’’ you reach for the can and open it while shifting your eyes to him. Eddie looks to you and sees you pointing to him, which causes him to point to himself as well. He raises his eyebrows, very much confused at first.

‘’B-because of me? Oh please Y/n.’’ he motions with his hand that you were speaking nonsense and snatches the remote out of your hand.

‘’Stop it, Eddie. I’m surprised you haven’t ditched me yet and brought one of them home.’’

‘’Why would I do that?’’ he doesn’t take his eyes off the tv while you turn your full body to him, leaning one of your arms on the sofa and scooting up more.

‘’To have sex with them?’’ a few seconds before that he had opened up the beer and went to take a sip but as soon as you said that he bursts and almost chokes on the drink.

‘’Are you crazy? I’m not playing in a band to have sex with girls.’’ luckily the beer only got a bit on his jeans the rest of it was spilled on the floor.

‘’Well yes but you never thought one of them was super sexy you just had to fuck her?’’ you poke again, seeing a napkin on the table and you pass it to him.

‘’No.’’ he shortly replies, as he’s wiping the spilled beer.

‘’You’re lying. I think you had one here the other day.’’ you take a sip of the beer before setting it down on the table as Eddie whips his head and raises his eyebrow.

You were with him probably 99% of the time, in school and outside of it of course but still there could be that 1% of which he doesn’t tell you where he goes or rather who visits his trailer.

‘’What? You always come with me after the show, I think you would’ve seen her then.’’ he gawks, his voice was taut almost as if he was nervous.

‘’Not after the show but the next day maybe.’’ now you were sitting with your legs crossed as well as your arms, observing him.

‘’Oh god Y/n. No, I did not fuck any girls and also how would I fuck a girl when I have never fucked a girl.’’

‘’Bullshit, Eddie I’ve seen the stains on your bed.’’ which was an utter shock to you but you didn’t even ask him about it at that time.

‘’Those were mine.’’ he quietly says and buries his head in his hands. You begin laughing because he clearly had forgotten you had seen that but once you quit laughing you ask ‘’So you like jerking off?’’ Eddie doesn’t take his hands off of his face and just mumbles something back.

‘’I can’t hear you.’’ you lean forward to where his face was, you knew he was burning up by now.

‘’Yes, I do! Is that what you wanted to hear huh? Also yes, I have never fucked a girl, never put my dick in a pussy before, only got my dick sucked once at it was horrible!’’ he yells as he finally takes his hands off ‘’So there, happy now?’’ he was heavily breathing once all of that came out of him and you just stared at him.

‘’Okay relax geez, I was just curious because we’ve never talked about things like that yet.’’

Eddie squints his eyes and takes a big gulp out of the beer before he smashes it and throws it somewhere on the floor. It got quiet for a second only the soft sound of the tv playing in the background but even that wasn’t helping.

‘’What do you mean it was horrible?’’ you ask because you were curious.

‘’Well when she was doing it, sometime after I sensed her teeth and I just pushed her away and left.’’ he explains, looking at you and before you know it both of you were laughing loudly.

‘’Oh my god Eddie! You pushed her away?’’ your hand flies to your mouth as you gasped, Eddie was holding at his stomach nodding profusely.

‘’Yeah, I didn’t know what to do. I felt bad for telling her that I was in pain and also I thought that maybe she’d ask me to fuck her which I didn’t want, so I just bolted out.’’

Your laugh suddenly quiets down, your sight was set on Eddie and your mind was consumed with certain thoughts. You bite your tongue at the end as it was in between your teeth before licking your lips. Eddie sees that you weren’t saying anything and waves his hand in front of your face.

‘’Hello? Are you okay?’’ he keeps waving his hand until you grab it and put it underneath your shirt on your breast.

Eddie’s eyes widen, he swallows harshly once you gripped your hand on top of his, signaling for him to do the same.

‘’What are you…’’ he was astounded as you continued squeezing both of your hands. Then you gradually moved to the other one, doing the same thing.

‘’If you want me to stop, just tell me.’’ you whisper but Eddie doesn’t respond. Suddenly you feel him grab your breast, gently kneading it. His other hand joins it, attaching it to the other tit as you let go, letting him do it on its own.

He was avoiding your eye contact, focused on his movements. His touch was pleasant, his many rings coming in contact with your flesh every now and then. The bra was in the way because you couldn’t fully feel him but his touch was irresistible anyways.

You shift closer to him, placing your hand on his thigh, rubbing it up and down. Eddie fidgets and you sense his hands shaking, once you add more friction and get dangerously close to his crotch. Untying his belt and pulling down his zipper, you place the palm of your hand on top of his cock; which was already tense.

‘’Holy shit.’’ he grunts as you palm him through his underwear a few times and after you take each of his hands and place them by his sides, before lightly pushing his chest, leaning him back.

‘’Eddie, I can show you how to properly fuck a girl,’’ you whip your t-shirt over your head, leaving you now only in your bra ‘’and how you should’ve gotten your cock sucked.’’ you unclasp your bra, throwing both on the floor.

His eyes shift to your exposed tits, a flush of red appearing on his cheeks as you come closer, lifting his chin up. He at last looks you in the eyes and you gently caress his chin, while pressing your lips against his but not kissing him yet. Your right hand dips back down, on top of his cock, gently dragging your nails across the length.

‘’I can stop if you want. ’’ you say against his lips and hear him gulp loudly

‘’N-no don’t stop.’’ he whispers and your hand sneaks in his underwear, making him throw his head back on the couch. He was so sensitive, every tiny small move you made, made him jerk in his place.

You take your hair out of your way before attaching your lips on his neck. You kiss and nibble at his skin, causing him to moan. Then you take your lips off, as you begin ascending to your knees on the floor but pushing him closer to you. You grab at his pants and boxers, pulling them both down at the same time.

Your pupils dilate once you see the size of his cock. It was long and thick, making you bite your lip. Dragging your hands up his thigh until one remained there, the other one grabbing him and begin jerking him. He spreads his arms out, as you see his Adam apple bob when he feels your touch.

‘’Did she do this?’’ you question as you move your head closer, leaning over. You begin pecking the tip of his cock, slowly going all the way down to his balls.

‘’N-no…’’ he whines as you lick his pink tip now, doing the same when you were kissing him

‘’And this?’’ you partially open up your mouth and suck the head of his cock. You didn’t fully take it in your mouth but just teased at the top.

‘’Shit…no she didn’t…’’ he was whimpering, as you hungirly kept the tip in before you pushed your head down; he tasted so good.

Hollowing your cheeks, you begin going back up and down again. You could taste his precum and coated his cock with it and your saliva. He was twitching, so sensitive as you were giving him a proper blowjob. Eddie was barely able to say anything, he was a mess. Whimpering and moaning, causing your pussy to throb.

‘’Look at me.’’ you say and once he begins watching you suck him off you chuckle ‘’Such a good boy.’’

Your hand joins your mouth and you start pumping him, while running the tip of your tongue in various directions just at his tip again. Then you spit as it trickles down not before you catch it with your tongue and spread it all over the size of his cock. You turn your head sideways and run just your lips across, as your hand now was by his balls. Cupping each in your hand, you gently tug and massage them, before giving them some love with your tongue as well.

‘’Fuck fuck fuck…I’m so close…’’ he croaks

‘’Cum for me then.’’ you tell him as you meet his eyes again

‘’What like in your mouth?’’ he asks and you nod ‘’You sure?’’ and you nod again, while still bobbing up and down. Eddie grabs your hair which was surprising because you didn’t think he would do something like that as he pumps a load in your mouth. He couldn’t stop pushing you down as you kept moving and you tasted how warm and salty his cum was.

‘’Shit, you feel too good.’’ he praised you and suddenly he wasn’t that shy Eddie you knew of.

As you take your mouth off, his cock plops out and you extend your tongue out, showing him his cum. He goes in to say something but when you swallow it, he bites on his finger, grunting loudly.

‘’Fuck, you’re hot.’’ he was still trying to recover from exploding a big load, when you already stood up on your feet, taking your skirt off. For your panties you turn around and bend down, as you hear Eddie gasp in the back.

You turn back and bend your knees, as you get up on the couch his legs now in between yours. His cock was still underneath you, cum all over and you grab a tissue, cleaning him off. Eddie was still huffing, he still wasn’t able to come to his senses. You could tell he suddenly got shy and you wanted to make him feel like he didn’t have to be so you leaned in and pecked him on his cheek.

‘’You can trust me Eddie. You don’t need to be shy around me.’’ you reassure him as you finish up cleaning.

Afterwards you place both of your hands to the sides of his face. Both of your thumbs began caressing underneath his eyes ‘’Eddie, do you trust me?’’ you ask, when you feel his hands by the sides of your stomach. His eyes were a lot different now, they were soft but he was yearning for you.

‘’Y-yeah.’’ he lightly squeezes your sides as you sway closer to his face.

‘’Can you kiss me?’’ you whisper and Eddie nods.

He kissed you first and the kiss was full of greed. The way he moved his lips against yours was impeccable. You could say you have never been kissed this good by someone. The rest of the guys you kissed would jam their tongue in your mouth and not even kiss your lips but eat your entire face. Not Eddie. He took his time when he was kissing you. His lips were damp, full of flavor as you kissed him back. It was such an erotic moment, he was practiclly fucking you with his mouth when he slipped in his tongue. But again he wasn’t harsh, he was slow and savored each kiss.

‘’Do you want to touch my pussy?’’ you ask as he hums and as you are about to reach for his hand he places it directly on your pussy by himself.

‘’Shit,’’ he mumbles ‘’you’re wet.’’

‘’Mmm, m’ wet because of you Eddie.’’ you could feel his fingers playing around in circles around your pussy and even if it was just a light touch, it was so hard not to whimper his name.

‘’Is this good? Should I do something else?’’

‘’It’s perfect.’’ you incoherently say, as you bury his head in the crook of your neck. As your hands were wrapped around his head, your breathing hitched when you sensed his fingers rapidly rubbing in the center of your pussy.

His lips were nipping at your neck, still very steadily. It was all so overwhelming and you found it difficult to not just sink yourself on his cock but you knew he still needed some time to get hard again. His lips then began shifting downwards to your breasts. You feel him look up and see him give attention to both of your nipples while still touching your pussy. He then stops for a short second, before licking around your breasts, followed by a kiss to your lips.

‘’Does it feel good?’’ he rasps against your lips as you move the hair out of your face before collapsing your lips back onto his

At that moment you moved away and pushed him so that he was now laying on the sofa, his head slightly lifted against the handle of it. He was still wearing his shirt so you signal for him to take it off. Once it flies down to the floor you splay your hands along his chest, his chest that was full of tattoos. You lower yourself and begin kissing each one, Eddie’s hands go to the back of his head as you lightly peck one by one.

Then you nuzzle yourself on his cock against the length and begin moving. All he could do is watch you because the way you pushed your hips, caused him to bite hard on his lip, grunting ‘fuck fuck fuck’ over and over again. Your soaked folds were covering his cock, your stomach was buzzing with excitement when you’d see him whimper. Your hands would go up and down his chest, noticing his skin prune up from your grinding and touching.

Leaning forward you kiss his lips again ‘’Grab my ass.’’ as you instruct him and he grasps your ass cheeks, spreading them and tightly squeezing them. Both of your chests were sweaty, touching one another, your breasts slickly sliding up and down.

‘’Are you getting hard again? Oh such a good boy.’’ his cock was hardening below you because you were not done with him. You wanted to show him how good it feels to have someone’s pussy around his cock, how it feels when it clenches around and senses every bit of it.

In that same position you look down, taking his cock and wavering it around the entrance. It was good enough to have him whine again. He was so needy and desperate waiting for you to do something.

You raise your ass a bit, gaining access to your pussy and you place his cock in, aiding it as you watch it disappear into you. Eddie takes a sharp breath in once he feels the warmth of your pussy around him.

‘’S-shit… your pussy, fuck.’’ he digs his fingers into your flesh, once you fully have his cock inside of you. Your pussy was squelching once you began fucking him. The momentum was slow, calm. You knew that if you moved any faster he’d cum in you and you wanted for him to enjoy the pleasures of getting fucked like this.

‘’I want you closer.’’ you whisper seductively, making Eddie sit up and you straddle him. He automatically placed his hands back to your ass, yours were by his shoulders. Eddie wasn’t able to keep up with the things you were doing and that showed in the sounds he was making. But you loved it. Seeing him practically cry out for your touch was fulfilling.

‘’Y-your pussy is so… t-tight…’’

‘’I can make it even tighter if you want.’’ you quietly said and didn’t even give him time to think before you squeezed your pussy and it drove him mad. He lets out a loud whine, causing you to repeat the action and Eddie loses it. His chest was rising and falling so fast that you thought he was going to burst. But of course you weren’t done yet.

As you stop moving Eddie throws his head back and you lift yourself up, his cock hitting his stomach when you take it out of your pussy. You pull him down, his head laying flat on the sofa and he was puzzled for a moment. But then you come up and place your pussy directly in front of his face.

‘’Oh god Y/n… I don’t know how…’’ he begins but you lower yourself, feeling him mumble something against your pussy.

‘’Eddie don’t think about it, just use your tongue like you used it on my tits.’’

That’s when you feel his tongue lick a flat strip along your pussy. His face was smeared already only from that one lick because of how soaked you were. ‘’M’m like this?’’ he mumbles against your pussy and you add friction, meaning you begin riding his face.

‘’Use your tongue Eddie,’’ you grab a chunk of his hair once he only did the work with his mouth ‘’good boy.’’ you wanted to praise him, tell him what he was doing was right, he was your good little shy boy. You were holding yourself to the edge of that couch, scratching at the fabric when he found that spot. It was difficult to hold back your orgasm so you pulled away from him and tenderly kissed his lips.

Switching the position once again you had him turn to his side as you did the same. He was behind you and you lifted your leg up, grabbing his cock and without any waiting put it inside of you. There were so many positions you wanted to do with him but you wanted to reward him. Instead of you moving, Eddie began slowly thrusting into you as you told him. You search for his hand and guide it to your pussy.

‘’Play with my pussy like this.’’ you show him how to circle his fingers on the top of your pussy. Eddie obeys and begins moving only the tabs in smaller and larger circles. As you look back you see him lustfully gaze at you and you couldn’t help yourself but to kiss his lips.

‘’Y/n… I… I’m s-sorry but I don’t think I’ll l-last much longer.’’ he was shaking, being in this position for the first time but he still knew how to curve his cock inside, your stomach interrupting with pools of fire.

‘’That’s okay baby. You’ve been a good boy, I think you deserve to cum.’’ you softly moan, yourself also feeling the build up growing stronger as he was smacking his cock, balls deep in you.

‘’A-are you gonna cum too? I don’t want to, if you’re not close yet.’’ he nervously whimpers and in that moment you move away from and have him sit just like before only this time he had his back against the sofa as you sink back on his cock.

‘’You think I’m not close?’’ you ask as you place his hands on your hips, yours around his face.

‘’Y-yeah I mean,’’ he shuts his eyes once you slow down the movement ‘’I hope my cock is making you feel g-good.’’ he opens his eyes and you smash your lips onto kiss, devouring him with your tongue.

‘’Eddie, your dick is the best dick I’ve ever had.’’ he shockingly looked at you and as he was about to say something you picked up the tempo and started bouncing on him again.

‘’S-shit you’re so pretty f-fuck…’’ he whines and feel his cock twitch inside. That’s when you ghost your lips over his right ear and in a quiet voice say ‘’Cum for me.’’

‘’Inside of y-you?’’

‘’Yes baby.’’

Your pussy was aching, eagerly waiting for him to let his cum burst inside of you and once you felt him flex up you let go and your entire self was shivering. His cum infused your pussy as he whined your name, feeling you contracting your walls around his cock. His sweaty forehead was pressed against your chest as you held him in place, while still mounting him.

Once you took a moment to collect yourselves, you took his cock out and watched his cum trail out of you. Eddie peers his eyes down at the mess mumbling ‘shit’, surprised at the amount of cum.

You could tell he was ruined, tired from everything that just took place. Lightly pecking his lips before you stood up and went to the bathroom, where you found two towels. You fastly cleaned yourself before coming out and helping him as well. You gently rubbed it around on his cock as he just sat there, still trying to come to his senses.

His fingers brush at your chin as you wipe the remaining last bit of cum and notice him shyly smiling at you.

‘’You feeling okay?’’ you ask and see him nod back.

‘’Y-yeah um… didn’t know a pussy feels this good,’’ he lightly chuckles ‘’How about you? Did I do well?’’

You placed the towel on the table and gently kissed his lips. This time the kiss was so intimate, he didn’t care that his cock was still out, while you twisted your lips against his.

‘’Does that answer your question?’’

A moment of silence fell in the trailer, it was just you and Eddie now, laying together on the couch while your body was on top of his. Eddie only draped a blanket over whilst you were both still naked underneath.

‘’I’m so glad you were my first Y/n,’’ he starts off by breaking the silence ‘’even if we are just friends, I trust you so much that I would wanna keep doing this with you,’’ when he sees your eyes look up at him he immediately adds ‘’I mean you know so that you could teach me more.’’

‘’Eddie, I’ll gladly fuck you over and over again, I don’t think I even need to teach you I mean you did so well tonight. However, now that I’m thinking, I don’t want you using all of these positions and techniques on other girls.’’

‘’Oh yeah, why’s that?’’ he asks, softly moving your hair out of the way.

‘’Because I don’t want you to fuck anyone else other than me.’’ you answer him and he whispers

‘’I don’t want to fuck anyone else other than you.’’

#stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic

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beauty and the freak

ch.2

when everyone was asleep eddie made it his mission to stay up. he knew you would still be up on your phone scrolling through instagram.

he would wait for you to go downstairs before making his own move. when he heard your bedroom door open he waited patiently before sneaking out of the guest bedroom and heading downstairs himself.

he smirks, you turned away from him. he creeps behind you and gently whispers in your ear. “so, heard you thought i was good in bed princess.”

your whole entire body stilled. you weren’t scared, you were however startled. eddie gently kissed your shoulder.

“i could show you just how good i am. would you like that baby?” he whispers in your ear. he loved seeing you squirm a bit. it was a turn on for him. knowing he had this affect on you with just barely touching you.

“come on baby, don’t get all shy on me now. tell me if you want me to show you? tell me what you want exactly princess?”

you turned your body. he was so close to you, so beautiful, so sexy! you could never understand how people didn’t find him absolutely attractive. he had the whole nerdy bad boy exterior going on, he was in a band, and he was the kindest guy you’ve known. eddie was the kind of guy girls should go after.

you knew he’d treat you right. showing you off and giving you princess treatment, like you deserved! making you feel loved and appreciated. but when doors were closed he’d fuck you like you were just his personal fuck toy. that’s the man you wanted—needed!

“we—what about my friends? what about steve?”

eddie smirks once more. he gently wraps his hands around your neck, squeezing the sides of it. you moan just from the feeling.

“gonna fuck you nice and slow tonight, then, next time, ill fuck you hard and rough. make sure everyone knows you’re mine!”

and he did just that. he made you cum a total of three times that night. the next day he took you to his place and fucked you until your knees gave out.

from that moment the two of you dated in hiding. it was eddies idea. he wasn’t ashamed of you and knew you weren’t ashamed of him. eddie was just the kind of guy that didn’t like people in his personal business.

but after three months of dating you wanted everyone to know. this caused a lot of arguments between the two of you!

you wouldn’t tell him but you secretly liked fighting! afterwards he’d put you back in your place! making sure you knew better than to talk to him like that.

“don’t you ever speak to me like that again! understand?!” and you did. but it didn’t stop you from doing it over and over and over again.

eddie was the only man that could tame you. hell, he was the only person that could keep you in check! everyone else got bitchy, grouchy, bratty yn. he loved that.

it’s why he was ready for people to know. after four months he was ready to tell his friends about you.

they were starting to know a change in his behavior. constantly asking him questions. he was getting sick of it!

he also hated seeing other guys flirt with you during lunch. jason and his dumbass crew trying to get their paws on you. it angered him to no end.

sometimes you’d play along. he knew you were just trying to make him jealous! he just couldn’t help it though.

eddie knew you were the hottest girl in this school. but that doesn’t give others the right to touch something that didn’t belong to them, and you belonged to him! every inch of your beautiful body belonged to him.

and the night he decided enough was enough was when some jock named tim was a little too close to you for his liking. whispering something he sure was stupid in your ear.

when he saw you staring you played along, giggling at him. he could tell it was one of your fake laughs.

gareth was currently going on about something. he didn’t even pretend to listen to him. his anger, possessiveness, and jealousy was getting the better of him.

“eds, are you even listening?”

right at that moment is when tim thought it was a good idea to kiss your cheek. eddie stood up, walking towards your table.

jason stood in his way. “what are you doing here, freak?!”

eddie pushes him out the way and grabs your arm. the whole table looks at him as if he just murdered you in front of everyone.

“get your paws off her psycho?!”

eddie smirks. he turns you around to face all of your friends. “wanna tell em? tell him how your fantasy came true, huh? or should i just fuck you right here in front of the whole school?”

you didn’t break eye contact with your group of friends. smiling because you finally got him jealous enough to tell the whole school you were dating.

“maybe you should. show them who i belong to, babe!” and he did. spinning you around once more and kissing you like his life depended on it.

when you both finally pulled away to catch your breath he whispers in your ear to go sit back down with a promise of a punishment later.

he looks at jason and the other dumb fucks who follow him around before speaking. “if i see any of you goons touching my property, i will not hesitate to fuck you up. that goes for the rest of you fucktards in this school. yn belongs to me!”

you couldn’t help but smirk. the rest of that day was filled with questions. mostly asking you why you’d fuck the freak. but your answer was simply the same each time,

“why not?!”

from then on everyone left it alone. and as a year goes by, you and eddie’s relationship remains strong and still a mystery to the whole school population.

alright the first two chapters were just an introduction to their relationship. now we get on with their dynamic!!!

im excited to write this one.

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babybluebex · 2 years

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝟑 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: series masterlist | eddie helps you move into your college dorm, and, when jealousy rears its ugly head, eddie helps you remember who he belongs to. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson (stranger things, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: allusions to smut, jealousy, really just sappy fluff with a little bit of angst in the middle 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: part 3 is here!!

Moving to Indianapolis was terrifying. Hawkins was so different from a big city and, even though you had toured the campus of your college and had scouted out everything you would need, you still had reservations about moving at all. One of the biggest reservations, understandably, was Eddie.

Over the summer, the dynamic of your relationship shifted. While you were getting ready for college, packing your whole life into as many boxes as would fit in your car, Eddie was becoming an adult. You knew that he was pretty handy and you had witnessed him working on his van every so often, but you didn’t really know exactly how handy Eddie was until he bounced into your house one afternoon and announced “I got a job!”

“Oh my God, Eddie!” you squealed, and he caught you as you wrapped him in a tight hug. “Where at?”

“Just the auto garage on Main Street,” Eddie told you. “They needed a new mechanic, and I figured… Y’know? I have a high school degree now.”

“Aw, a— A mechanic?” you repeated. “I didn’t know you knew how to do all that.”

Eddie shrugged. “Wayne’s taught me bits and pieces,” he told you. “But, baby, I’ll be getting paid and everything, I can finally take you on a nice date.”

“Aw,” you pouted. “I like our dates.”

“I know,” Eddie told you, mimicking your pout. “But you’re such a doll, you deserve something better than smoking weed in my uncle’s trailer and letting me eat you out.”

“If you say so,” you told him, and you tugged on his shirt. “I’m so proud of you, Ed, you have no idea.”

Now, with Eddie getting a job and you getting ready to move three hours north, you felt less like lovesick high school kids and more like adults. You started a routine of being at Eddie’s trailer when he got home from work, stinking of sweat and the garage, usually in the process of making dinner for him and Wayne while Wayne got ready for the night shift.

The Munson trailer definitely benefited from your presence; Wayne told you himself. “This old place is just better with you around,” he said. “You liven it up.” You’d send Wayne on his way with some dinner packaged up, and you’d wait on Eddie to get out of the shower so you could eat dinner together.

With just you and him there, it felt a little like playing house from when you were kids, but it was real. Eating dinner at the small table, doing the dishes as Eddie sat on the counter and told you all about his day, watching TV and getting ready for bed together. It contributed more to that adult feeling.

Eddie still found a way to sneak you love notes. He’d leave them in your purse when you weren’t looking, set them on your designated pillow, put it on your towel as you showered. All of them were stained with motor oil and all wrinkled from living in his pocket all day, but every cute sentiment he wrote made your heart skyrocket. You loved the way he ended every note: I love you. Thank you for being mine. Ed.

Finally, though, that hot summer came to an end. Everything was changing, whether you wanted them to or not. Eddie rode up with you and your mom to help move you into the dorm, and you couldn't help but smile at your smalltown boyfriend ogling the city. “I came here once,” Eddie told you, craning his head to look at the tall buildings. “When I was really little… Still looks huge.”

Setting up your dorm was a nightmare. You wanted to do everything, but your mom insisted that she do something, so she made your bed first thing before helping with anything else. At least Eddie was there, carrying in your boxes with a smile. It was still miserably hot in Indianapolis, and your chest buzzed at the sight of Eddie’s strong, tattooed arms in an Iron Maiden shirt that he had cut the sleeves off of. He had done his hair high, up off his neck, the small bits at the front still curling out and sticking to his face with sweat, and, if your mother wasn’t right there with you, you would have attacked him with kisses.

Eventually, Eddie and your mom left the room in pursuit of the last boxes, and you settled at your small desk and examined the room. Your side was mostly done, the other end of the room already completely set up with pictures of an unknown girl and her family, her bed already mussed.

“Oh, Jesus!” you heard a shriek from the door, and you quickly turned to see the girl from those pictures— your roommate. She was pretty, tall with a swinging blond ponytail, and she laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry,” you chuckled.

“I thought you weren’t getting here until tomorrow,” she told you, entering the room. She set her purse down on the table beside her bed and jumped up onto her bed, kicking off her shoes. “I’m Angela. And you’re…”

“Y/N,” you told her, sensing her hesitation, and she nodded quickly.

“Right, Y/N,” she said. “I promise I’m not, like, a huge bitch or whatever, I knew your name.”

You nodded. You hadn’t known her name; maybe it had been in some letter that your college had sent regarding the roommate situation. “Where, um,” you started. “Where are you from?”

“California,” Angela told you. “It’s, like, total culture shock, moving here. But the nursing program here is stellar, and I couldn’t say no. Where are you from?”

Wow. Angela could really talk. “A few hours south of here,” you said, nervously tugging on your shirt. It was one of Eddie’s, the Corroded Coffin shirt that he had given you after he took your virginity, and it smelled like him. It almost made you want to cry. “Nobody’s ever heard of it.”

“Try me,” Angela said. She snapped her bubblegum, and you smiled softly. Maybe she wouldn’t be so bad, certainly not the fire-breathing dragon you had envisioned.

“Hawkins,” you said. “It’s so small, we only have one high school.”

Angela nodded. “You’re right, I’ve never heard of that,” she giggled. “I’m from a place called Lenora Hills. We have, like, two malls and a roller rink, it’s pretty sweet.”

“We had a mall,” you said. “But it… I don’t know. There was a fire or something, it burned down last year.”

“That sucks,” Angela frowned. Her eyes swept your frame first, your trainers and jean shorts and t-shirt, and she said, “Is that one of those heavy metal bands?”

“Umm, kinda,” you started with a wince. “I mean, yeah, they’re metal, but not one of those bands or whatever, it’s umm… It’s my boyfriend’s band.”

Just in time, Eddie came back into the room, carrying one last cardboard box of your stuff in. “Your mom’s in the car,” Eddie told you, setting the box on your desk. “I think parking services is trying to tow her, so she’s sitting with it.”

“Oh, shit,” you sighed. “I’ll be hearing about that when Mom calls tonight.”

“I’ll protect you,” Eddie said, and his arms wrapped tight around you as he buried a kiss in your hair. “Fuck, I don’t wanna go.”

“You don’t have to go,” you told him, and Eddie laughed. “You can live under my bed.”

“Sounds fun,” Eddie said. He obviously hadn’t spotted Angela, his back turned to her, but you could see her expression. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Eddie, a smile on her pink-painted lips, and something boiled deep in your stomach. You couldn’t figure it out, but Eddie’s hands touching your waist distracted you enough from having to figure it out. “I can leave you little notes in your shoes and shit, y’know? Sing you to sleep… That might be creepy, actually.”

You laughed at him, and you pressed your hand to his cheek and drew him into a kiss. Angela could stare at him all she wanted, but Eddie was yours. Eddie gladly accepted the kiss, his hands touching your waist, and he turned his head to deepen the kiss. “Fuck, princess,” he whispered, his voice quiet and gravelly against your mouth. “If I had any time, I’d fuck you on this bed.”

“Oh!” you squeaked, and your whole face flushed warm. “Eddie, I— Um, this is Angela. She’s my roommate. Angela, this is my boyfriend, Eddie.”

Finally, Eddie turned to look at her behind him, and you watched his cheeks go all red. “Shit, I’ve been caught being horny,” Eddie laughed lightly, and he extended a hand out to her to shake. “Hi there.”

Angela took his hand and shook it, but she turned his arm to expose the puppet master tattoo on his forearm. “You’re the boyfriend that’s in the band,” she said with a charming smile. “You’ve got a lot of tattoos.”

Eddie shrugged. “I like tattoos,” he said simply.

“My high school didn’t let you have them,” Angela said, and she finally released his hand.

“Ours didn’t either,” Eddie said. “I had to wear jackets every day to cover them up.”

Angela laughed, and Eddie smiled with her. “Well, they look good on you,” she said, and the burning in your stomach got worse. You didn’t typically get jealous when girls talked to Eddie— stopping by the garage and seeing him talk to his female customers was frequent— but something about Angela set off alarm bells in your head. “Did they hurt?”

“This one did,” Eddie said, pointing to his puppet master. “And this one—” He tugged down his shirt a little to slightly expose the black widow on his upper chest, “Hurt too, but the others weren’t bad.”

“They look metal as fuck,” Angela said, and you clenched your back teeth.

“Metal tats for a metal dude,” you said, and Eddie kissed the top of your head. “I’m gonna go check on Mom; Ed, you wanna come with?”

“Nah, I wanna stay here,” Eddie said, and the burning got worse again. “The air con feels good.”

“Eddie,” you whined. You knew you were acting like a brat, but you couldn’t help it.

“Princess,” Eddie whined back, echoing your tone. “I’ll just be here, I promise.”

“I’ll keep him company, hon,” Angela said, and you swallowed down bitter jealousy as her eyes swept his frame. “We’ll get along great.”

You watched Eddie look at you, then at Angela, then back at you, and his eyes went wide for a second as he saw the look on your face, teeth clenched and eyes serious. “Are you okay?” he asked. “You look like something’s wrong.”

You shook your head. “Nothing’s wrong,” you said, standing from your seat. “Stay here with Angela, I’ll be right back.”

Quickly, you fled the room before your angry tears could fall, and you wiped at your burning eyes with your wrist as you walked quickly down the hall, away from the room. She was flirting with him. Of course she was. Jealousy and anger boiled in your belly as you heard a door open on the opposite end of the hall, and it took only a second for Eddie to catch up with you, the chain on his pants jingling as he ran to you.

“Hey, hey,” Eddie said quickly, and he grabbed your arm and turned you to face him. “What was that?”

“What was what?” you asked.

“Baby, please,” Eddie said. “You’re crying, what happened? Did Angela say something to you?”

You sniffled and shook your head, and you sighed heavily as Eddie’s familiar and strong arms wrapped around you. He pushed your hair out of your face, behind your ear with loving gentleness, and he kissed the tip of your nose. “Talk to me, sweetheart,” he said. “What’s wrong?”

“She…” you started. “She was flirting with you, Eddie!”

Eddie blinked in surprise, and he said, “She was?”

“Yes!” you sighed. “Asking about your tattoos and saying they looked good and shit, she was flirting with you.”

“Oh,” Eddie mumbled. “I didn’t get that at all. I’m sorry, baby; if I had caught that, I would’ve been like ‘Woah, dude, my girl’s right here’.”

“It’s okay,” you uttered. “It just… Just made me feel like shit.”

“Why?” Eddie asked.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “Just…”

“Wait a minute,” Eddie said, and he cracked a small smile. “Are you jealous?”

“Maybe a little,” you shrugged, and Eddie smiled and cupped your cheek with his firm hand.

“You are jealous,” he said. “That’s so cute, baby.”

“Don’t call me cute, I’m not,” you said, and Eddie raised his eyebrows at you as he laughed. “I just didn’t like the way she was talking to you. I wanna be the only girl talking to you like that.”

“And you are,” Eddie told you, and he kissed your cheek. “You’re the only girl I let talk to me like that. In fact, I think I’m gonna go to Angela and tell her to vacate the room for… 15 minutes.”

“Why?” you asked.

“Because I am gonna let you get all your jealousy out,” Eddie said, playfully pinching your cheek. “Anyway, we gotta christen that bed.”

“Eddie!” you gasped; people were milling all around you, other students trying to move in. “Not so loud!”

“If I’m gonna be visiting as often as I plan to, that bed’s gonna see some action,” Eddie told you, his eyes glittering in that way that made you weak in the knees. “We need to test it out, y’know? See how loud the springs are, how much room we got. It’s a tactical fuck.”

“You’re so stupid,” you chuckled, and Eddie grabbed your belt loop to tug you closer to him.

“And yet, you’re still thinking about it,” Eddie said. “C’mon, sweetheart, we’re about to be separated for who knows how long. One last fuck before I leave.”

“I could’ve gone without that reminder,” you mumbled. “Fine. Angela’s gonna be pissed.”

“That’s her own fuckin’ problem,” Eddie said, and he took your hand and tugged you back to the room. “She can get fucked, for all I care.”

He opened the door, and you saw Angela still sitting on her bed, picking at her nails. “Hey!” she chirped when she spotted your boyfriend, and Eddie was quick to press you against the door and kiss you.

“Fuck,” you giggled. “I’m sorry, Angela, can we— Eddie, stop, let me talk— Can Eddie and I have the room for, like, 20 minutes?”

“I’m gonna fuck her brains out,” Eddie declared, and Angela’s face went red in time with the warmth that rised in your own cheeks.

“Eddie!” you sighed, lightly hitting his shoulder, and Eddie just grinned like a devil and attached himself to your neck. “You can’t say that!”

“Oh, sure I can,” Eddie said quickly, nipping at your neck, and Angela jumped off of her bed and gathered her purse.

“Don’t have too much fun, lovebirds,” she said and edged past you two as she left the room. “Use protection!”

You could sense something snappy about to leave Eddie’s mouth, and you clamped your hand over his mouth before he could say it. “Why would you say that?” you asked.

“Just letting her know that you’re mine and I’m yours,” he laughed. “No random girl can top the smokin’ hot babe I’ve got.”

“Shut up,” you smiled, and you moved your head to kiss him again.

The bed was in fact too small for both of you, but you made it work. No sooner had the door slammed shut, Eddie hovered over you as both struggled to undress, the bed springs squeaking underneath you with age, and you grinned when Eddie pulled his shirt over his head to expose his tattoos. “Y’know, Angela was right,” you told him. “You look really good with those tats.”

“Glad you like ‘em,” Eddie chuckled. “I was thinking of… Nah, I’ll let you find out.”

“No, what?” you asked. “Thinking of what?”

Eddie sighed, and he gave you those big, wet eyes that you had once told him looked like a baby cow. “Well, you know you’re, like, my first real girlfriend,” he began. “And I… I wanted it to be a surprise, but I was thinking of getting a tattoo of you.”

A shock passed down your spine, and you sat up. “Are you serious?” you asked. “Eddie, Jesus, that’s so… Permanent! Are you sure?”

“You’re everything to me,” Eddie said. “I was gonna get your name over my heart, so you’re right there all the time.”

“Oh, Eddie,” you cooed softly. “What if we break up? Then, you’ll always have my name on you, that-that doesn’t seem—”

“Smart?” Eddie finished. “Oh, it’s not. It’s really stupid, actually, but I love the thrill of it. You, right there with me, all day, every day… It’ll make missing you hurt less.”

You smoothed down his messy ponytail, feeling your eyes brim with tears, and you carefully got out from underneath Eddie and slid off of the bed. You heard him question you and ask what you were doing, but you were silent as you plucked a permanent marker from the cup on your desk.

When you returned to bed, you pushed Eddie onto his back and settled yourself to straddle his hips, and you uncapped the marker with your teeth. You spit the cap somewhere off to the side, vowing to find it later as it clattered on the floor, and you leaned forward to Eddie’s bare chest. In quick motions, you wrote your name over his heart, and you watched a flush appear in his neck. “This is mine,” you told him, and Eddie smiled.

“All yours, princess,” he said.

Next, you went to his neck, writing your name again on his warm skin. “This is mine too,” you said. Over and over, you signed his body, his arms and hands and fingers, pulling down his pants to sign his thighs, hips, stomach, knees, any part of him you could reach. Tears pricked at your eyes as you worked, laying claim to every part of Eddie, even making him turn clumsily onto his stomach so you could write your name on his shoulders and back and even his ass.

“This is all mine,” you told him, sniffling, and Eddie was quick to turn back over and gather you in his arms. “You’re all mine, Eddie.”

“C’mere,” Eddie mumbled softly, and you switched positions so that you were underneath him now. He took the marker up in his hand and was quick to write his name in big, bold lettering— EDDIE— right over your breast, on top of your heart. “That’s mine now.”

“It always has been,” you told him.

“I was talkin’ ‘bout your tit,” Eddie jokingly mumbled under his breath, and you laughed as you wiped your tears from your eyes.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you told him as Eddie started to sign every part of your body, your shoulders and arms marked first, and he frowned.

“I’m gonna miss you so fucking bad,” Eddie mumbled. “I’ll miss having dinner with you.”

“Playing house,” you mumbled.

“Huh?”

“P-Playing house, like when we were kids,” you clarified. “Like, you’re the daddy and I’m the mommy, y’know?”

“Have you thought about that?” Eddie asked, moving down your body to sign your hip.

“About what?” you asked, looking down at him. Something about your name dotting his fair skin made your tears return, and you sniffled.

“Kids,” Eddie mumbled. “Do you want them?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know,” you said. “It would be nice, I guess, someday, with the right person.”

“I already know what I wanna name my kids,” Eddie told you. “Ozzy if it’s a boy, Suzie if it’s a girl.”

“That’s cute,” you mumbled. “Ozzy and Suzie… You don’t strike me as the type to want kids.”

“I don’t not want them,” Eddie said. “But, like… I don’t know. ‘Cause of my parents, I’m fuckin’ scared of having kids and screwing them up, like… Like me.”

“You’re not screwed up,” you told Eddie quickly, and he scoffed as he lifted your leg to sign your thigh. “Eddie, look at me. You’re not screwed up at all.”

“You sure?” Eddie said, almost snapped, at you. “I was held back twice. I’m fucking 20 years old and just graduated high school. I look like this, and the entire town of Hawkins thinks I’m a goddamn fuckking freak. I don’t even know why you want me. I’m such a fuck-up. My dad was right; he always told me I’d be fucking nothing and he’s right.”

“Eddie, no,” you hiccuped, and you sat up to capture your boyfriend in your arms. Eddie collapsed into you, forgetting about his work and holding you tightly, and you held him as he cried hot, angry tears into your neck. “No, baby, listen to me, you’re not fucked up.”

“Yes, I am,” Eddie said through clenched teeth.

“Ed, please, listen to me,” you mumbled. “Listen, you’ve got that high school degree, you did it. Yeah, it took you longer, but you did it because you wanted it. You wanted to walk that stage and you did it. And you’ve got a job, and you’ve got Wayne, and you’ve got me. And I think you’re… You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You are kind; even when nobody was kind to you, you were kind. You are a beautiful man, inside and out, and I am honored to love you and have you love me. You…” you stopped and held him tight, and you kissed his cheek as he sniffled. “You’re my best friend. I love you, Eddie, I love you so much.”

Eddie pulled himself out of your neck, his eyes red and puffy, and he wiped his nose on the back of his wrist before he sighed heavily. “Eddie,” you whimpered, capturing his face in your hands. “You should get that tattoo.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I mean, it’s really a dumb idea.”

“But that’s why you should do it,” you said. “It’s so stupid, but it’s… It’s so beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” Eddie told you, and he gathered you in his arms and pulled you under the blankets of your too-small bed. His arm went behind his head as he held you close, your naked skin pressing against his warmth, and he buried a kiss in your hair. “We can be beautiful together, how about that?”

You sighed, and you moved to kiss him deeply, his firm hand touching your face reassuringly. “That sounds perfect.”

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Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence, swearing, animal death, no beta, warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: In honour and love. 2562 words.

Author’s Note: We pick up where we left off.

1986

“You’re welcome…”

Your feet were planted so solidly on the ground it was as though you’d grown roots. He took the few steps needed to almost close the space between you.

“Why… why are you helping?”

Oh.

Your body had an almost visceral reaction to his voice. It was more than a familiar sound; it felt like home. You wanted to cry. “I... I… Uh- That’s hard… to explain…”

He looked you up and down, then accepted your answer with a nod.

“I need to… need to bury him,”

“Let me,” the man moved faster than you, scooping the dog’s body up and holding it against his chest.

“Oh… No… He can’t be dumped somewhere. I need to bury him. He deserves to be honoured.” You could feel embarrassment bubble up, something you weren’t used to. It was easy to talk about the craft around witches. It was easy to hide it from humans with clever language. It was entirely illogical, but you needed him to understand what you were saying. You were afraid he’d laugh or deny you this rite.

The man looked from you to the dog. “I know where to go. If you’ll take us,”

“How… Do… Do you remember? Being a bat?”

He nodded. “I am… starting to.”

As the vampire dressed in borrowed clothes, ones that fit more poorly than the last, you picked the best apple in your fruit bowl and a piece of Apache Tear obsidian from your crystal collection, stashing them in your bag.

You checked outside the trailer for nosy neighbours. The coast was clear and you walked to your car. The man had never been in a car. He’d seen them. Knew, in theory, that he just had to sit in it. Still, it presented a challenge.

When you unlocked the passenger side door and opened it for him, he stood awkwardly for a second. “Unless it's close enough to walk?” you asked him. He shook his head and got into the car, holding the dog’s body like a security blanket.

As you drove out of Forest Hills, you stopped at the main entrance. “Which way?”

The man nodded north.

You turned the radio on to fill the silence, assuming there was no conversation to be had.

“You do not belong in this place,”

“No. I don’t,” you agreed. “I used to be. Before the town, before… this lifetime… I lived here with my sisters,”

“They are not here now,”

“No. I’m the only witch here,”

“A witch,” he repeated, nodding to himself.

“Do you know what that is?” you asked.

He looked at you, his eyesight unaffected by the night. “I… may,”

“Oh… Okay. Well. Are you remembering anything else? About what you are?”

“I need blood.”

Of course, he’d know blood. “You will die without it. Well… A kind of death. Eventually. That would be very painful for you though,”

“Yes,” he said, like he knew that. Perhaps the thirst for blood was so innate that the knowledge he’d die without it was too. “Vampire.”

The word startled you. It was still surreal. It was as if a Tasmanian tiger or woolly mammoth were to walk out in front of your car.

He was a vampire. A vampire you had helped. A vampire you had taken a living thing to, to kill. It hadn’t occurred to you until then that you could have simply healed the ridgeback. You could have healed all the animals in Hawkins Kennels, instead you took one to its early death and devoted time to a vampire.

You focused on your breathing. In. Out. In. Out.

“Do you know your name?” you asked, needing the conversation as a distraction. Once telling him yours, you waited, but he shook his head. “We might need to give you one. Or, at least, a nickname.”

Between your limited knowledge of the roads of Hawkins and the fact he’d only ever seen it from the sky, it took a while to locate the place he intended to bury the dog. It wasn’t unpleasant driving empty streets with him though. You wondered if it should have been.

A partially overgrown road, unpaved and a threat to your car tires, was where he lead you. As natural landmarks began to come into focus, the moon’s rays the only light for miles, you felt the growing sense that you’d been to this place before.

When your car came to a dead end, you cut the engine. “Is it far?” you asked.

The man shook his head and waited for you to open his door.

He walked in front of you, flattening a path. Over the tall grass you could see you were coming to a wooded area. You smelt the oak before hitting the edge of the trees.

“Was this a witch?” the man asked, stepping out of your way.

Before you, constructed between two tall sycamore trees was a doorway of sorts. Hundreds of branches and sticks had been used to create a near-perfect circle. They were woven and stuck together to build an arch over and under. A gateway to the woods, not one that defied science, but still an oddity seemingly supernatural in origin.

“How… how do you know this place?”

He had no answer, so he stayed silent. It was just one of many parts of the flatlands, of Hawkins, that as a bat he watched over. He liked the forest doorway though, as much as he’d ever been able to like anything.

“I think… I think I’ve been here. I think I made this,” you said, voice dropping low.

“You cannot remember?”

It made no sense. You should have been able to remember. An unsettling feeling washed over you. Someone had been tinkering in the vampire’s mind, dislodging memories and letting them freefall. Surely, you didn’t have that in common.

When you didn’t answer his question, he asked another. “Is this a place… to honour?”

The dog.

“Yes. Yeah, it is.”

You took the lead, walking through the forest gate and looking back to see what would become of a vampire crossing a witch’s threshold. Nothing. Whatever magic had been there was long gone.

Not far from the gate, you stopped. The vampire understood, carefully placing the dog on the woodland floor. He stayed knelt on the ground and began to move sticks and brush out of the way. His movements gained momentum and soon he was moving faster than your eye could read. He was a blur, then he was standing next to a deep grave, the soil of which was dark under his fingernails.

You nodded when he looked to you for approval, then he laid the dog in the ground. While the vampire buried his victim, you gathered tokens from the nature that surrounded you.

Upon the grave, you laid butterfly weed and echinacea flowers, the apple, and obsidian.

“Hel, comforter in grief,

We ask you to receive this soul.

They lived pure, good, and true.

Hel, watcher of the dead,

We ask you to receive this soul.

Go peacefully now, no lament, no sorrow, nor rue.”

Standing side-by-side with a hexed vampire, you committed the dog to the earth not with a spell but a blessing, and grieved for the oath you’d broken.

“Go now,” he spoke. “I will come soon.”

Before you could ask what he meant, the vampire had gone from your side into the night. You waited in the car for fifteen minutes, the heater blasting stuffy air onto you. When he didn’t return, you drove home alone, only to find him perched on the roof of the trailer.

“That seems very dramatic,” you told him as he followed you inside. He was silent and all but invisible out there, still it seemed even an amnesic vampire couldn’t forget to have an operatic flair.

The trailer was warm and the artificial lighting soft. When you turned to him, you could see it on his face. The colour high on his cheekbones. The red on his lips. He’d found his way back to you, by way of more death.

…

1836

He watched you while you built the gate. Although he wouldn’t reveal himself, you could feel his curious gaze. It sent electricity buzzing through you, though you would burn at the stake before admitting that to yourself.

When he felt sure no townsfolk or coven members were joining you, he sauntered through the field, parting the long grass at will.

“Little witch. Why are you playing with sticks?”

You paid him no mind, which you knew would drive him crazy. He walked through the gate and around it, poking at the branches and making noises of discontent.

“If you aren’t going to help, you can go be a nuisance to your own kind,” you warned him, a stick pointed in his direction.

He swiftly grabbed the stick, tugging it hard, pulling you into him. It was the first physical content you’d made. The stick was forgotten as his cold hands wrapped around your upper arms, your chest pressed to his. He looked down at you, bared his sharp teeth in a smile.

“You don’t want me to go. Do you?” Your blown pupils were answer enough. He grinned again. “How can I help?” he asked, voice softening as he let you go and stepped away.

“I need… more…”

“More…? Sticks?”

You nodded dumbly.

He stayed close, within your sight, and moved at the speed of a human. You steadied yourself, regained your composure, and continued with your task.

The circular doorway would allow humans and witches to pass safely through the woods. It worked like a protection spell, once through it the individual would exist within a bubble, the bubble would take them through the dense and dark forest untouchable to vampires and foes.

On the other side of the woods, your mother had created one just like it, though she preferred to work in the daylight. Your penchant for twilight walks and midnight magic had, so far, gone unnoticed by the coven. Moonlight was a strong conductor, after all.

When the doorway was complete, holding strong against push and pull, you considered sending the vampire away. Somehow though, your magic felt stronger when he stood next to you. So, he stayed.

“Bloodline magic, far and wide,

Enchant this doorway so friends may hide.

Leaf and petal, wood and stone,

Protect our friends, return them home.”

You painted a circle of salt, sage, ground black cat bone, and mud around the doorway while reciting the spell. Then stood on the opposite side to the vampire.

“I dare you to cross through,” you said to him, a coy smile warning him of your witchy mischief.

“You wouldn’t be trying to kill me, would you, little witch?”

“If I were, it would not be with sticks and stones.”

He laughed, then considered you, his head cocking to the side. “If you want me to cross through, it will not be for free.” It was obvious he wouldn’t be able to walk through the circle, but the damage he would sustain was a mystery. What price would he put on shame or pain?

You huffed and crossed your arms. “What do you want? More stolen apples that you can’t eat?”

“A kiss,” he replied.

Your expression stayed playful; you held your nerve. He didn’t miss the way your breathing hitched though.

“For that, I want more,”

“Of course, you do,” he laughed, motioning for you to continue with a wave of the hand.

“Your name. A kiss will buy me your name.”

The vampire was quite pleased with himself for having held back that detail. He had predicted it would become useful. Witches and their silly little words and silly little names. It was all so important to them.

“You have yourself a deal.”

You clapped with joy, then bowed at the gate. “Please cross this witch’s threshold,”

“Oh, I do love it when you speak so filthy,” he quipped.

Tentatively, he approached the gate, waiting to feel his skin burn or something mystical and unholy. You watched amused at his sudden caution.

“Nothing will happen until you cross through,” you told him, trying to hurry him along.

He shot you a dark look that ought to have frightened you. Instead, you giggled.

The vampire took a useless breath in and jumped off the ground. He hit the circle like it was a brick wall, then was sent on a harsh rebound from the trees and into the tall grass.

You covered your face to conceal the laughter, waiting for him to reappear, ego bruised.

The wind whistled through the air and you thought perhaps you had pushed the vampire too far. Carefully, you followed his path from the gate out the woods and to where the grass began.

“Oh, vampire!” you called sweetly.

His voice came from all around you. All-encompassing whispers of, “Little witch, little witch, little witch!”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

The whispering stopped. You walked into the tall grass and found him lying on his back, casually lounging.

“Have you come to shower me in kisses?” he asked, fluttering his long eyelashes as you.

You knelt next to him, leaning over so your arms were either side of his head. “Give me your name,” you demanded, eye to eye with him.

“When I was born into this world, my mother named me Edward,” he said so casually, like it had never been a secret.

“Edward,” you repeated, a tone in your voice that made him smile.

“Are you disappointed? Would Molech suit better? Abaddon? Paimon? Or perhaps Lucifer Morningstar is what you expected?”

You looked down at him and saw through the shallow humour. “There’s a boy in the village. His name is Robert. It means bright star. His mother calls him Bobby and he answers when she calls,”

“Are you trying to distract me with a lesson?”

“Edward is of Old English origin. It means both fortune and guardianship. Which, in your case, does not fit quite right.” You didn’t reveal that his name was relatively new in human history, leading you to conclude he was not an Ancient vampire.

“Do your arms tire, Amabel? May I take this weight from you?” With vampire speed, he sat up, pulling you over him, your legs straddling his lap.

The game was fun. You held your arms out straight, letting them lean on his shoulders. “My assertion is that like Bobby, you will answer to a different name. I think I will call you… Eddie.”

You half expected him to argue. Instead, he smiled tenderly and snaked his arms around you. “You can call me whatever you want, little witch.”

Eddie listened to your heart, how it began to beat faster as you leaned down and ran the tip of your nose against his. His lips touched yours, his cool to your earthy warmth. You had kissed witches and humans and a few fae folk too. Nothing… absolutely nothing compared.

You rolled your hips against him, begging to be held tighter, instead he maintained the space between you, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against yours.

“What are we going to do?” he asked, in a moment of honest vulnerability.

Willing yourself not to cry, you left his sorrow unanswered and instead, leaned in to kiss him again.

End Note: Not me agonising over US English versus Australian. The Grimoire and timeline have been updated (links at top of post). Reblogs encourage me to keep writing! And, I'd love to hear your thoughts.

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