#i love eddie he's even dumber

[sanguineterrain]

redamancy | steve harrington

Summary: redamancy (n.) - the act of loving someone who loves you back; a love returned in full // or, four times you kissed Steve Harrington, and one time he finally kissed you back.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings/tags: friends to lovers, 5+1 fic format, no use of y/n, FLUFF, PINING PINING, injured s4 steve, hospital setting, general vecna angst (eddie's alive bc i will never kill eddie in my fics), bed sharing, happy ending, and kissing. if that wasn't clear. :)

A/N: fun fact: this is the first time i've written a 5+1 fic! technically it's 4+1 but whatevs. if you enjoy this fic, please give it a reblog and support your local steve harrington tumblrina.

divider by firefly-graphics

i. the promise 

"Would you ever get married?" 

You open your eyes. The setting sun nearly blinds you through the windshield. Immediately, you stick out a hand to block it. 

You're still reclined all the way back in the passenger seat, because Steve's fancy schmancy BMW can do that. He frequently lectures you about doing it while he's driving. Have I taught you nothing? Road safety! 

"I mean, I guess so," you say. "If someone ever wants to put a ring on me."

You sit up and pull down the sun visor. Steve turns. His hair lightens in the summer, shades of reddish blond peeking through. He insists his hair has never been anything but brown, fiercely pledging his allegiance to brunettes. You coo at his highlights all the same. 

"I want to," he says after a minute. "I wanna get married." 

You're parked down the block from your house. You should've gotten out ten minutes ago, but there's never any rush when you're with Steve.

"The line to wed you will be out the door, champ," you say around a grin. 

"Hm. I dunno." He stretches in his seat. "Maybe if I was the same guy I was a few years ago." 

You wrinkle your nose. "I doubt that."

"But what can I really offer?" he continues. "I'm just some guy who can't get into college."

"That doesn't mean no one will marry you. Some people who go to college are dumber than dirt. They get married. College has nothing to do with it. You can go, if you really want to. One rejection doesn't say anything about you, Steve." 

"I guess."

You pull the lever on the side. The seat shoots up with a brrrap! It clicks as you straighten. 

"Where did all this come from, anyway?" you ask. 

Steve shrugs. "Just thinking."

"Dangerous."

He smiles. "I like to live on the edge."

"Contemplating marriage like the world's biggest sap. Definitely edgy."

Steve hums. His hands are in his lap. He picks at a cuticle, a habit he’s recently developed. You wonder why he’s so anxious. 

"Two people from our graduating class got married last week."

Your eyes widen. "You're kidding."

"Nope. Lisa Schell and Gary Brewer." 

"Wait, didn't she cheat on him?"

"Yeah, but he slept with her sister, so I guess they called it even."

You shake your head. "That's insane. They're literally babies, Steve. That's like Dustin getting married."

Steve scowls. "He's not allowed to get married before me." 

"Not even to his possibly fictional Suzie?" 

"Not even to her."

You stare at the freckles on Steve's face and how his frizz kind of looks like a halo in the light. You imagine the feel of his hair in your hands, the warmth of his scalp.

"I'd marry you," you say. 

Steve's eyebrows shoot up. 

"What?"

"Like, if you were in a pinch."

He looks at you sideways. You flatten, then scrunch your hands over your knees. Your tongue feels too big for your mouth. 

"I'm talking about spending the rest of my life with someone, you know. Not borrowing fifty bucks."

"Fifty bucks is a lot of money for some of us, Harrington."

"That’s probably how much Lisa's wedding dress cost."

"I hope she kept the receipt."

Silence descends. A soft breeze blows through your cracked window. You want to search Steve's glove box for gum, but you've just told him you'd marry him, so you can't do anything except think about the fact that those words came out of your mouth. 

"Are you…" Steve begins, then pauses. "Why did you say that?"

"Because you're worried, for some incomprehensible reason, that no one will marry you."

"I scoop ice cream for a living."

You level him with a look. 

"Steve. We're kids. Cut yourself some slack."

His eyes turn hollow. They've been doing that lately. You wish you knew why. 

"I don't really feel like a kid these days," he says. 

Something about the way Steve sounds makes you want to climb over the console and curl into him, cradle his head to your neck. Which is crazy. You guys don't do that. Steve isn't yours to do that with. 

"Let's make a pact," you say softly. 

He meets your eye. "A pact?"

"Mmhm. Let's say if both of us aren't married by… thirty, then we'll get married."

"Well, I don't want a pity marriage." 

You roll your eyes. "It's not a pity marriage, Steve."

"Thirty is so late! You really think I won't be married by then?" he asks. 

"No, I don't think that. I already said folks will be lined up to marry you," you say. 

"I can't wait till I'm thirty." 

"Or you'll turn into an old maid?" 

"Meh meh meh," he mocks without any heat. 

You purse your lips so you don't smile. "Fine. We'll split the difference. Twenty-four?"

Steve considers that. Really considers it. It suddenly occurs to you what you're promising and who you're promising it to. You wonder if you'll both forget about it. Or brush it off. Oh, what did we know? We were kids!

Except Steve doesn't feel like a kid. And maybe you don't either, as much as you wish you do. 

"Do you mean it?" he asks. 

"Of course I do."

"No, seriously." He's serious. "I mean it, so if you don't…"

"Steve, I said I mean it. I do."

"You'll marry me?"

"I will."

"Swear on it."

You hold out your right pinkie out, waiting. Steve hooks his finger over yours. Impulsively, you kiss your linked pinkies. To show that you really, truly mean it.

You try to picture it. What walking down the aisle to meet Steve at the altar would feel like. You wonder if he'd keep his hair long, like it is now. You like it long. Would he keep it long for you?

"Will you buy me a ring?" you ask. "If we get married, I mean."

"Of course I'd buy you a ring," Steve says. "I'd get you anything you wanted."

"Okay." Your heart hammers in your chest. "I'm gonna go home."

"Alright. Want me to pull up to the door?"

"No, it's fine. Walking is good for digestion. Those milkshakes were no joke."

Steve smiles. He has such a lovely smile. His Cupid's bow is shaped exactly like a heart. 

"Same time tomorrow? It's movie night." 

Right. Your movie night. A semi-regular occasion that includes you, Steve, Robin, and the kids, sometimes. You've watched at least a dozen movies this summer together. Only this time, you're watching a movie after promising to marry Steve. 

"Sounds good," you say. "Will you pick me up?"

"Always."

Another promise. You hadn't realized how many Steve makes to you. 

"'Kay. See you."

You get out. Steve waves as he pulls away from the curb. 

Your ring finger feels bare. You rub it, hoping the feeling will go away. 

ii. the wound 

The plastic chair has turned your legs numb. Your butt is about to follow. 

Can butts go numb? You're not sure. You'll find out soon, though. 

You rub your eyes. God, you need sleep. 

Across the room, you catch Joyce Byers' gaze. She smiles at you, though it's brittle. You try to smile back, feeling distinctly like you might break if you stretch your mouth too far. 

She looks away, and your not-smile falls. 

"They'll let us in soon," she says, like she knows. She does know. Better than you, certainly. 

The hospital smells cold. It smells like a place people go to die. 

Your heartbeat ratchets. You shouldn't think like that. 

"You don't understand," comes Dustin's voice. He's at the receptionist's desk, flanked by Mike and Lucas. Dustin's face is red and blotchy, near tears. 

"I need to see him. You won't let me see Eddie, so—" 

The receptionist rears back, like she can't believe three children are daring to speak to her. 

"Neither patient is cleared for visitors," she says icily. "Now, for the last time: have a seat."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Joyce begin to stand, ready to herd the kids away. You beat her to it. Out of everyone in this room, you're probably the only person who has the strength to stand. 

"Guys, c'mon. It won't be long." 

They don't look at you. You don't take it personally. An hour earlier, you'd cornered Dustin and forced him to tell you what happened. What's been happening. 

So he did. And now you're here. 

You don't blame them for glaring at the prickly receptionist. But you know that won't do anything. It won't heal Steve quicker. And it won't make anybody feel better. 

"Hey, Dustin." You lay a hand on his shoulder. He looks at you like you're not Steve. You wish it was you in surgery instead. 

"Come sit," you say. 

"I need to see him," he tells you. 

"I know." Your throat tightens, threatening to trap your words altogether. You rush to get the rest out. "I do too. But this isn't going to make that happen faster. Come sit with me. Okay?"

"He'll be fine," Mike says quietly. "They don't wanna get sued by his asshole dad."

You nod, because yeah, good point. Quite possibly the first time Richard Harrington has brought anybody comfort. He's in Cancun, last you'd heard. You hope he chokes on a margarita. 

Dustin follows you. Mike and Lucas sit next to Joyce. The five of you wait. 

At some point, you fall asleep. When you wake up, it's to the contentious receptionist peering over you all. 

"Mr. Harrington is awake," she says primly. "You may see him now, young man."

Dustin flies out of the chair, Lucas and Mike at his heels. 

A part of you wants to go home, and you feel terrible for it. You feel terrible that Steve almost died, but you're the frightened one. You don't know if you can bear to see him tied to tubes and a heart monitor.

"Go on."

Joyce tracks you sleepily. Her hair is more knotted than before you fell asleep. She nods to the hallway. 

"Go see him."

You can’t voice every thought, every fear. I don’t know if I can see him like this.

“It’s good he won’t wake up alone,” she says.

“He’s got a family.” You wave your hand weakly. 

Joyce watches you for a moment. Then she gets up.

"Yes, he does." 

She holds out her hand. 

You don’t know Joyce Byers very well. This is probably the longest conversation you’ve had with her. You realize, then, that you're wrong—you’re not the one who’s strong enough to stand.

“Let’s go see him,” she says. "All of his loved ones should be there." 

God, are you really that obvious? 

You take her hand, and the two of you go down the hall.

Steve is nearly unrecognizable in the hospital bed. The kids are speaking to him, unusually quiet. They look up when you enter. 

Steve’s eyes lock with yours. 

“Hey,” is all you say.

“Hi,” he says, voice rough with disuse and getting choked by what Dustin had described as demon bats. 

“Boys, come on,” Joyce calls. “Let’s make a cafeteria stop.”

You see Dustin about to protest, but Lucas tugs his arm like he knows, and goddamn, you really are that obvious, aren’t you? 

You wait for the door to close behind you. Then you walk to Steve’s side. 

The gnarled ring of flesh around his neck makes you queasy. The rest of him isn’t much better, red and purple smeared across any skin that’s not covered by the chalky hospital gown.

You sit in the chair. It’s the same plastic kind as the ones in the waiting room, but this one doesn’t feel so hard.

“Robin called me,” you say.

Steve closes his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you’d better be.” Your voice cracks. “Can’t believe you went dimension-surfing without me.”

“You’re mad at me.”

Your breath is punched out of you. 

“No,” you say softly. “My God, Steve. I’m not mad at you.”

His hand creeps to the edge of the bed. His fingers are scraped.

You take his hand and lace your fingers together. He slow-blinks. He’ll probably fall asleep in the next half hour. 

“It’s okay if you are,” he whispers. “Mad, I mean. I’d be mad too.”

You know he wouldn’t be, though. You know Steve would forgive you in a heartbeat.

“I’m not mad,” you say, equally as quiet. “I just… I was scared." 

He nods. "I'm sorry for scaring you." 

You bow your head and close your eyes. When Robin had called, you'd run to the bathroom and coughed up stomach acid.

They say he’ll make it, she'd told you, and you'd realized with violent clarity that you love him. 

But Steve doesn't need that right now. So you bury it.

You lean in and bring Steve's knuckles to your lips, taking care not to jostle him.

His eyes widen. Part of you hopes he won’t remember this conversation.

"Don't do that again," you say. “Not without me.”

"Okay,” he whispers. “I won't." 

You wait until he falls asleep, hand in his. 

iii. the brand

“There’s no way I’m getting in your death van, Munson!” Robin whines.

“Death van is an exaggeration, Buckley. If anything, it’s a life van. I’m still here, aren’t I?” Eddie asks.

“Definitely not because of that heap of metal,” Steve murmurs to you. You snicker.

It’s nearly dark, but a summer dark, where it doesn’t actually turn to night until well after nine PM. The top two buttons of Steve’s dress shirt are undone, and you can’t stop staring. It’s embarrassing, really. You’d nearly missed Eddie’s walk across the stage because of that damned triangle of tanned skin and dark chest hair.

“Why can’t we take the station wagon?” Robin asks. 

“I think Nancy already left,��� you say. “Sorry, Rob.” 

“And I’ve put my car jacking days behind me,” Eddie announces, flinging his arms out. “So my van it shall be!”

Robin whips her head around to glare at Steve. 

“This is your fault,” she accuses scathingly.

“Me?!”

“You just had to go and get a flat tire yesterday.”

“Yeah, Steve,” you add cheekily. “Why couldn’t you have foreseen the dreaded timeline where Eddie drives?”

“Et tu?” Eddie asks. “I’m hurt. I’m a great driver, y’know. Better than Steve, some have told me.”

“Dustin only told you that ‘cause you were high on morphine and about to burst into tears,” Robin says.

As they bicker, Steve draws closer, so your arms brush. You close the distance, crowding him.

“Y’okay?” he asks quietly.

“Yes,” you say, startled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Just checking.”

“Are you okay?”

He turns to you. He looks like he’s searching for something. You don’t know what.

“Yeah,” Steve says after a minute. “I am. Better than, actually.”

“‘Cause I’m here, right?” you ask with a gooey grin.

“Yeah. ‘Cause you’re here.”

He sounds honest, so you turn away, because you can’t handle that and his chest hair. 

"I should get to choose where we go," Robin says as you arrive at Eddie's van. "Since it may be our last trip and all."

"Funny you were in Band and not president of the drama club, Buckley," Eddie says dryly. 

"Pot, kettle."

"How 'bout Rita's?" you suggest. "Unlimited refills and no one will hassle Eddie."

"Aw, you care about little ol' me?" Eddie asks. 

"If you get us there in one piece, yes."

Eddie huffs. "No wonder you and the Hair are like this." He crosses his fingers. 

"Damn right," Steve says. "We even finish each other's—"

"Terribly cliche sayings!" you say. 

Robin looks at you for a moment, unusually smirky. Then she looks at Steve. 

"You match. Blue dress, blue tie."

"That's so if she gets lost, they know who to return her to," Steve says. 

You scoff. "More like the other way around." 

He pouts. "Hey."

"Hay is for horses," you sing, skipping ahead to Eddie's van. 

"I'm sorry, are you excited to ride in the Hell Van?" Robin asks. 

You shrug. "We could use some excitement around here, couldn't we?"

"No!" all three say.

"I've had enough excitement for ten lifetimes," Robin mutters. 

Eddie pulls the door open. Your smile quickly drops. 

"Uh, Eddie? Where the fuck are the seats?"

"Right, so, usually I only have Gareth and Jeff ride with me. Gareth always calls shotgun—"

"Shotgun!" Robin hollers, and races to the front seat. 

You stare at the single backseat chair. There's no way it's big enough for you and Steve. 

"Holy shit," Steve says, taking stock of the "backseat."

Eddie rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah… listen, if I'd known we'd be taking her, I would've put the other seat in, swear! Usually we take it out for the equipment." 

"Well, what are we supposed to do? Lay down and pray? This is how people get head injuries, Eddie," you say, arms folded. 

"Maybe we can call a cab," Steve suggests. 

"At this hour?" You shake your head. "No way. This isn't Indianapolis."

"Oh my God." Robin groans. "The solution is so obvious. Sit on Steve's lap. Boom. Now come on, I'm starving."

You tense. Steve is tactile, sure, and you've become acclimated to that over the years. 

But this? This is way, way beyond that. 

"Uh…" Steve glances at you. "Do you… I mean, if you don't mind?"

You glance at Eddie, who's got the tiniest smirk. You glower and he clears his throat, hiding his mouth behind a lock of hair. 

"I don't mind," you say, more confident than you feel. "It's a short drive."

Eddie nods. "Definitely. I'll step on it."

"Please don't step on it," Robin calls. "We're already chancing fate by letting you drive in the first place."

Eddie huffs, walking to the driver's side. "Y'know, Buckley, you are just…"

You look at Steve. He smiles at you, sweet as always. 

"This isn't gonna aggravate any injuries, right?" you ask. "Me… sitting on you?"

You wince at the wording. 

"No, should be fine. My PT gave me the all clear a month ago."

You nod tightly. "Right. Okay. You go first."

Steve climbs in, planting his feet on the floor. You go next, stooping in front of him. You catch each other's gaze for a moment. Then you laugh, suddenly trying to look anywhere but at Steve. 

"Right, so I'll just…"

You slide onto Steve's lap, trying to hold some of your weight so you won't crush him. He splays an easy hand over your belly and leans over to pull the van door shut. Your heart thunders in your chest. 

"You can sit back, y'know," he says, breath tickling your ear. "’M not made of glass."

"Didn't want your legs to go numb," you joke weakly. 

Steve makes an unhappy noise and tugs you back so you're fully seated on him. You angle yourself so you can look at him. Steve looks up at you, lightly tracing a pattern on your hip. Like you do this all the time. 

"Hi," you say, too jittery to crack another joke. 

Steve smiles gently. "Hey."

His tone is fond. You feel sick. 

"Everybody good?" Eddie asks. 

He adjusts the rear view mirror and you watch his eyebrows shoot up in the reflection. 

"You two look cozy."

"Shut the fuck up, Munson," you mumble. "Just drive, already." 

Eddie giggles like a gremlin in reply and turns the ignition.

It’s not bad, at first. Eddie takes it easy driving through Hawkins. Part of it is because he doesn’t want to attract attention. The other part is that Hopper promised Eddie a night in jail if he caught him running the stop signs again. 

You personally think it’s a bluff. Robin does not; she’s enthusiastically annoying about road safety, and points out every single sign and red light. This causes Eddie to start slamming the breaks in retaliation. 

“Holy fuck!” you yelp when Eddie hits the breaks particularly hard. “Eddie!”

Steve is quick to tug you backwards, considering you’re not belted. You scramble to grab his shoulders and twist to look at him.

“Thanks,” you say breathlessly.

He smiles, then leans away, glaring at the front.

“Really, Munson?”

“She started it!” Eddie insists. “Blame your BFF!”

“Can you drive like someone who doesn’t have a death wish?” Robin shoots back.

Steve’s hands are now on the small of your back and on your hip, respectively. Your legs hang over the side of the carseat, butt nestled quite firmly on his thighs. 

God, you’re never living this down. 

“Y’okay?” 

Steve’s breath in your ear makes you squirm. You turn to look at him.

“Fine,” you murmur. “I’m not crushing you, am I?”

“No,” he says. “Don’t worry.”

Eddie breaks again, harder than before. You slip. 

Steve reacts instantly, his hand grabbing the meat of your thigh. Your dress rides up, so it’s skin on skin. 

The momentum is worse, however, because you jerk back. Right into Steve’s face.

Your nose mashes into his, which isn’t great. But then, your lips smush against his cheek. When you pull back, there’s a smeared lipstick print.

Maybe you’re the one with a death wish.

Robin is screeching incoherently but you can't focus on anything but the smudge of pink on Steve's cheek. Your chest feels tight. 

He looks like he's yours.

"Yeah, we're fine, " Steve says, voice close enough to startle you back into the conversation. 

He looks up at you. Your hand lands on the lipstick, like if you cover it, it'll go away. Steve tilts his head, mouth open in a question. 

"Sorry," you rush out before he can speak. "I got some of my, uh, lipstick on you." 

He relaxes. 

"Oh. Thought I was bleeding or something," he says with a slight laugh. "'S okay, I can wipe it off when we get there."

"Uh-huh." 

You drop your hand. You can't stop staring. Stop staring.

The print isn't exactly in the shape of your lips, but it's close. You can see the divots and where your lips parted. If someone were to see you two, they'd assume a lot of things you're not. 

Steve's collar is wrinkled from the van ride from Hell. His neck is flushed. You wonder how your lipstick would look there. 

Eddie presses the brake, softer this time. Steve's fingers dig into the meat of your thigh anyway. More marks. 

"Alright, relax, gang," Eddie says. "We're almost there."

You touch Steve's cheek again and hope he'll forget to wash you off of his face. 

iv. the secret

It's raining. You're in Steve's bed. 

Thunder shakes the sky. You curl further into your—Steve’s—pillow. It smells like his soap and detergent. 

You used to like the rain. Not so much these days. Rain makes you think of blood on asphalt and being alone at twenty-four. Rain silences you. 

"Do you think he'll come back?" 

You've never dared to ask anyone. Not even Joyce. She'd know. She wouldn't tell you the truth, though. 

Nancy Wheeler probably could. She'd face you with that steel brow of hers and give it to you straight. 

Yes. The monster's back. You're not getting married. 

You slip your hand into Steve’s. He squeezes your fingers. Outside, the rain roars. 

"I don't know," Steve says into the darkness. 

You can't see him like this. It makes you mildly claustrophobic. Maybe you should turn on the hall light. 

"Hopper said he was dead. So did that other guy—uh, Murray. And like, Eddie's okay. And Max. El would tell us if she sensed something. It's not like he could come back without making a sound. I mean, from what she told me, she basically, like, unraveled him from the inside out. Which is pretty gross, but also a good way to keep someone dead."

He's rambling. He's rambling to distract you. 

God, what the fuck are you going to do when you're twenty-four and unmarried and Steve's forgotten all about you? 

"I don't want anyone to die," you whisper. 

Steve squeezes your hand harder. 

"No one's gonna die."

You shift closer. You can barely make out Steve's silhouette. The ends of his hair tickle your knuckles. 

"Hey," he says, and you try to find his eyes, but you can't. "Nothing's gonna happen, okay?" 

"Yeah," you say, even though something did happen, something that almost took him away from you, and you don't know if you can handle that again. 

"You can stay here as long as you want," he says. 

"I can go back to my room."

Steve threads his fingers with yours. You can't see his eyes but it's okay.

"Don't," he says. 

"Okay."

You scoot forward, closing another few inches between you two. Now, you feel Steve's breath on your face. He smells like minty toothpaste. He is alive. 

The rain batters against the windows. You could kiss him. You could kiss him right now, and no one would know except for you and him. 

His breath has begun to even out. You lean in blindly. Your lips land on his hair. 

It's hardly a kiss. It’ll be your secret anyway.

+ and, finally, the first.

"Dustin wanted chocolate milk," you say, not looking up from the tub of yogurt you're searching the date for. 

"Yeah," Steve says, parking the cart to the side. "Kid's addicted."

He opens the giant fridge door and a burst of cold air nips at your arm. You shy away. 

"Six dollars? Jesus, does it come from gold cows?"

You snort, finally putting the yogurt in the cart. You stay at Steve’s house more often than not these days, so there’s no point in getting a separate cart.

"What?" Steve asks, looking at you. 

"You're funny, that's what."

"I am?"

"You sound like somebody's grandpa."

"I do not!"

"Do too," you say sweetly. 

"Do not."

"Do too infinity."

Steve rolls his eyes. 

"Yeah, whatever. I'm a grandpa 'cause I don't wanna spend a leg and an arm on chocolate milk for the little shit? So be it."

"Steve," you begin, eyebrows drawing together. "It's his birthday. Have a heart, old man." 

"Oh, good grief," he mumbles, but he takes the carton and puts it into the cart. 

You smile. Steve shakes his head. 

"This is why I don't go shopping with you. You're an enabler."

"I am," you say happily, walking alongside him as he pushes the cart. 

"And you don't push the cart."

You tut. "Pretty girls don't push shopping carts, Steven." 

"Oh, they just find some poor sap to push it for them, huh?" 

"I'm so glad you're on board," you say, skipping ahead to the chip aisle. 

You look through the shelves and land on two types of Doritos. Cool Ranch and Original. It’s a tough decision.

“Steve, what do you think?” You hold up the bags. “Which do they like better?”

“Ranch. According to Mike, liking the original flavors of snacks is lame.”

You snicker and take three bags of the Cool Ranch. Steve pushes the cart to you. 

“I feel like we’re shopping for our kid,” you say. “We’re the awesome house everybody wants to visit because we have the best snacks and the biggest pool.”

You look up when Steve doesn’t reply. He stares at you, expression unreadable. Your smile dims.

“What?” you ask.

Steve shakes his head.

“Nothing,” he says quietly. “It’s nothing.”

“Steve, seriously. What is it?”

He shakes his head again. 

“Nothing, really. Just zoned out for a second.”

He continues to push the cart down the aisle. You watch him for a moment, then follow. The two of you quickly check off the remaining items on Steve’s list (yes, his actual, physical grocery list), and then you check out.

The cashier smiles at you both in line. She’s an older woman, with the typical poofy blowout nearly every woman over fifty gets at Brenda’s Salon in downtown Hawkins. You busily put the items on the conveyor belt while Steve takes out his wallet and makes conversation with the cashier. It’s a good routine you two have established. 

When the cashier’s done, you squeeze past the cart and grab half of the bags. Steve takes the receipt and the rest of the bags.

“You two are very sweet together,” the cashier says, her round cheeks blush-red like apples. “Have a wonderful day.”

“You too, ma’am,” Steve replies, and heads to the exit.

You’re frozen for a moment, startled until Steve calls your name. You heft the bags in your arms and hurry after him. 

Steve stops and takes two of your bags before crossing the parking lot. 

“Steve,” you say, and huff. “I can carry them.”

“Pretty girls don’t push carts or carry bags. It’s the rule, remember?”

You watch, unimpressed, as Steve then proceeds to try and get his car keys with an armful of grocery bags. When he almost drops a bag for the third time, you sigh and take pity. 

“Which pocket?” you ask, snaking your arm around.

“Back left,” he says, smiling sheepishly.

You roll your eyes, feeling disgustingly fond. You shove your hand down Steve’s back jean pocket. He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Take me out to dinner at least,” he says.

“Pretty boys don’t get taken to dinner until the pretty girl has been asked out properly,” you shoot back. 

Steve smiles, but the joke doesn’t land like it usually does. You step away as soon as you get the keys, clearing your throat. 

“Well, I hope you’ve learned your lesson about carrying all the bags, Popeye.”

You open the trunk for him, then go to open the passenger side door.

“If I don’t carry all the bags, how else am I meant to show off to the ladies?”

You pull the handle on the driver’s side for Steve and he gets in, beaming cheekily at you.

“The only person who’s watching you make a fool of yourself is me, big guy,” you say. “So, mission failed.”

You open the glove compartment and start fishing through for gum. You find a Juicy Fruit packet but it’s empty. 

“Damn, that’s what we forgot,” you say, defeatedly crumpling the cardboard. “Gum.”

You start to turn to Steve. “Do you think we—”

You’ve wondered, probably more than you should, about how Steve Harrington kisses. 

Now you know: tenderly. 

He cups both sides of your face, and you have to brace yourself on the center console for balance. Your other hand tangles in his hair. It’s as soft as you imagined, free of product, and you scrunch the baby hairs at the base of his scalp. Steve makes a quiet noise. 

You kiss until you need air. Even then, Steve doesn’t let you go far. You part with only an inch or two between you. 

“There’s gum in the middle compartment,” is the first thing he says.

“Huh?”

“In here.” He pats the compartment between the seats. “Hubba Bubba. I got it last week.”

You giggle and grab Steve’s face with both hands. His hands slip to your arms and he squeezes, smiling gently.

“What?” he asks.

“Fuck, I’m glad I know you,” you say. 

Steve kisses you again. Two. Steve Harrington has officially kissed you two times. 

You hope you’ll lose track at some point.

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[is-emily-real]

In Love With The Boy

Richard couldn't care less that his son was gay. Quite the opposite, actually. He’d had his fair share of dalliances in his day, and he was glad Steve got to be open about that part of himself.

No, Richard Harrington had a problem with who his son chose to date.

“I don’t like this,” he said as he leaned against the doorway.

Helen touched up her lipstick in the bathroom mirror. “Like what?”

“This whole situation with the Munson boy.” 

She fixed him with a glare. “Now, you swore to me that you’d love our son no matter what.” Even after all this time, she couldn’t drop her drawl when she was ticked off.

“No no, it’s not that. I just don’t think Eddie’s a good idea for Steve.”

“Oh. Well, can’t help love, I suppose.”

“I’ve heard some rumors about him from Darlene.”

“Baby, Darlene’s older than Moses. You ain’t gotta listen to her.”

“I do if I don’t want my coffee poisoned. That woman’s mean.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure Eddie’s perfectly fine. Steve’s happier than he has been since he and Nancy broke up, and we are not going to ruin that for him.”

He put his hands up. “Alright, but I’m allowed to not like him. Father’s intuition.”

“What was it my daddy said the day we got married?”

“When he told my great-aunt I was dumber than a box of rocks or when he called me a no-good papist bastard in front of the priest?”

“Exactly. And it’s been twenty-three years since then. But,” she sighed, “if it makes you feel better, we can come home a bit early tonight, and I’ll talk to him before he leaves.”

He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Thank you. If we hurry, we can get seats by Alan and Brenda.”

Helen flashed that beautiful smile that’d caught his heart so long ago. “No, sir. You and Alan are trouble together.”

------

It was a lazy date, but one Steve wouldn’t give up for the world. He and Eddie were curled up on the couch, a movie playing in the background that he didn’t give a damn about. Instead, he was distracted by the feeling of the man in his arms.

These moments were so different from how Eddie portrayed himself. Out in the world, he was larger than life, eccentric, untouchable. But here, under the blankets, he shared his softest smiles, undid him with the lightest touches. He told Steve stories he’s never told before, shared the little details of his experiences and questioned the meaning of the universe. He drew the same from Steve, until there was nothing in his life that he would hide from these intimate moments.

He traced the scars along Eddie’s sides. If Robin was his other half, Eddie was his compliment, fitting around his curves and edges just so. They moved with each other in intricate patterns, calming and encouraging in turn, bringing out the best and tempering the worst. He adored Eddie and felt adored.

No one had ever made him feel that way before.

“Stevie?” Eddie asked.

He hummed, pressing a kiss behind his ear.

“Where do you see us in the future?”

“Wherever. As long as you’re there, I’m happy.”

“Really? Anywhere?”

“I’d follow you to the moon if you asked.”

Eddie smiled. “I followed you into hell, so it’s only fitting.”

Steve laughed. “Of course.” He took a beat to consider it and continued, “I mean, we can get a little house somewhere and have a couple pets, babysit for the neighbors, grow a little garden. I’d like that.”

“I would too.” He flipped over so their chests pressed together, faces mere inches from each other. Eddie had a mischievous grin on his lips. “I get to pick at least one fight with someone on our street.”

“What for?”

“Blood feuds are the staple of suburbia, sweetheart. How am I to be properly domesticated if I can’t have that basic right?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Fine, but if it comes to blows, I’m not bailing you out.”

“What if they really deserve it? Not even then?” He pouted, giving him those puppy dog eyes he couldn’t resist.

“You’re a menace.”

Eddie pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Yes, but I’m your menace.”

Steve pulled him close, basking in Eddie’s smile as he kissed him soft and slow. A few years ago, he wouldn’t have imagined that he’d be here with the whole world in his hands, content to let the hours pass by as they clung to one another. 

He was safe. He was home.

Eddie drew back, fondness in his eyes as he posed the next question. “Will you spend the rest of your life with me?”

His heart soared. “You mean…”

“Marry me, as soon as we can. Even if we have to run away.” Eddie slipped off the silver skull ring he always toyed with and held it out. “I’ll save up for wedding bands, I swear.”

He almost couldn’t get the words out, the way his heart pounded. “God, yes,” he whispered. The warm metal was snug on his finger, and then, then he was being kissed like the Earth was on the verge of collapse.

They held each other tight, joy and need spinning into something desperate that kept their lips moving against each other, hands tangled in clothes as they let gravity overtake them. Steve felt it snare around his heart, hook them together in a way he’d never protest. 

He never had to let Eddie go again.

The crunch of tires in the driveway cut through his bliss. “Shit!” Eddie squeaked. “You didn’t say they’d be home early!”

“Maybe it’s just someone turning around.” The car came to a stop and cut off. “Son of a bitch.”

They sprang apart, rushing to make themselves presentable. His mother’s heels clicked up the steps.

Eddie’s eyes were as wide as saucers. He grabbed his wrist. “Hey. I love you, okay?”

One short nod. “I love you.” 

The key rattled in the lock. He took a breath, composing his face into casual coolness before the door opened. 

“Boys!” his mom called, wrapping him in a hug. 

“Hey,” he replied, “how was tonight?”

“Oh, it was fine. I’m just a bit tired today, so we figured we oughtta come on home.” She frowned. “We did miss dessert, though. I think I’ll have a slice of pie before bed. Come have some, Eddie.”

She had him by the arm before he could protest. He threw a panicked glance over his shoulder, but Richard’s grip on Steve’s arm stopped any interference. “Steve told me you’ve got family in Tennessee. What part?”

“Just outside Savannah, ma’am.”

“You don’t want to get involved in that.” Richard let him go. “Let’s talk in my office.”

Steve felt like he was going to puke. He followed his dad down the hall, carefully sitting in the armchair across the desk.

Richard fell into the desk chair with a sigh. “You and him are seeing each other, correct?”

Cold sweat dripped down his spine. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “Yes.”

His dad pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why couldn’t it have been a good one like Tommy?”

Steve wasn’t normally this slow on the uptake, but it took a few moments for the dots to connect in his mind. “What?”

“You understand that you being with a man is going to make things harder for you, right?” He nodded. “And him having murder accusations worsens it.”

“Obviously false accusations.”

His dad smiled wryly. “Not the way a lot of people in town see it. And your mom went over those NDAs with a fine tooth comb. They’re watertight.”

“Hold on, are you mad that I’m in love with a guy, or are you mad that the guy is Eddie?”

“The latter, and I’m not mad, just disappointed.” He leaned forward to rest his elbows on the desk. “I’m not losing my only son because of who you fell in love with.” 

The confusion must have been apparent, because he continued. “Your mother and I love you, and nothing’s going to change that. We just want to make sure you’re safe and he’s treating you right.”

Steve ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, um, yeah. Sorry, this… this is not how I expected this to go.”

“You know how to be a gentleman, and you shouldn’t tolerate any less from him.”

“He’s been perfectly sweet. Why��� Why are you not freaking out about this?”

Richard gave him a look. “Have you ever really thought about how we call Terry your uncle even though he’s just Mark’s roommate and we’re not really related?”

“Well, yeah, they’ve lived together for fifteen… Oh.” The final piece clicked into place.

“Yep. Kinda saw it coming, to be honest. You’re a bit vain for your own good.” He shrugged. “You boys are being safe, right?”

“Dad!”

“And not just with the sex stuff. You can handle yourselves in a fight?”

Steve, despite never having won any fight against a human person, nodded. 

“Good.” He stood and walked around the desk to wrap Steve in a brief hug. “You’re my son, and you’ll always be welcome here.” Just as briskly, he let go.

“Thanks,” Steve winced at the sound of his voice cracking.

Helen’s voice rang out warmly. “Good night, Eddie! Drive safe!”

He took that as his cue to step out. In the hall, he found Eddie, face pale and eyes wide as they flicked back and forth from his parents’ bedroom and the plate in his hands. 

Eddie turned to face him with a haunted look. “I’m scared of your mom.”

Richard clapped him on the back. “We all are, son. You boys don’t stay up too late.” With that he walked down the hall, shaking his head. Eddie was smarter than he looked. Maybe it’d be good for Steve to keep him around.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #isemilyreal on ao3 #they're stupid your honor

[hellfirenacht]

C'mon, It's Just One Night (Part 1)

Summary: After getting a fake love note in your locker, you ask Eddie to help you mess up some bullies plans. 

Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, sfw, fem reader, reader wears a dress at one point, mentions of bullying, actual bullying, two-shot

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Work Count: 3.7k Words

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The thing that always confused you about jocks and popular kids was that they always assumed that everyone else was dumber than them. Girls would come up to you and give you a compliment that was clearly not sincere and when you thanked them just to get them to leave you alone they would giggle and think that you believed them. Guys would ask you on dates as a joke and you’d roll your eyes and try to ignore them, even as they tried desperately for your attention for their own amusement. 

Thankfully, there were certain perks that came with being in the Hellfire Club. Being associated with Eddie “the Freak” Munson meant that as long as you were standing near your friend, you’d mostly be left alone. You’d sit with him at lunch, try and walk with him to class in the hallways, and in general just tried to avoid any jock that looked particularly bored. 

However it had been quiet over the past few weeks, too quiet for your liking. Honestly, you were almost missing some of the backhanded compliments because it at least gave you a chance to blow off some steam outside of Hellfire. Well, something out there heard your wish and that’s how you found yourself watching from the other end of the hallway as two boys shoved a note in your locker, snickering to themselves. 

Well, this should be entertaining at least. 

They didn’t even try and look around to see if anyone was watching them, too caught up in their own scheme to realize the person who’s locker they were messing with was watching them from just a few yards away. 

“-’s gonna be so funny.” laughed one. You didn’t even know their names. There were so many people at this school that how were you expected to keep up with everyone when you didn’t even speak to them?

“Yeah, she’s gonna be embarrassed and we’ll get a free show out of it.” laughed the other one. 

You were right there. How was it that you could be on their radar for this shit and yet still remain completely invisible? 

The two turned around and you pretended to be throwing something away in a nearby trash can quickly, so that they wouldn’t realize that you had been staring at them. 

“There she is, we gotta go!” you heard one say in a voice that you assumed was his idea of whispering as the two scampered off while trying to hold off their laughter. 

You gave them a generous thirty seconds to get away before making your way to your locker and opening it up, grabbing the note and reading it over. It took everything you had not to burst out laughing right there, and you were just going to throw it away when you had an idea. 

Tucking it into your pocket, you smiled and made your way to the drama room for Hellfire as you started making your own plans for what you’d just read. 

“And with the Dwarf’s golden pick rightfully returned to him, I think this is a good stopping point.” Eddie said, finally sitting back in his chair. He’d been really revved up today, jumping around the table and getting in everyone’s faces as he described what was happening. He’d nearly rammed his head into yours at one point and you had barely managed to lean back enough so he didn’t. 

Eddie was always revved up, always ready to put on a show. He wasn’t afraid to be loud or call out the bullshit of what was expected. Eddie would jump on tables, get in people's faces, declare himself King Freak. 

He was perfect. 

...For your plan. Nothing more. You knew he’d be on board when you explained what you wanted to do. He was perfect for... that. 

As the rest of the club filed out, you stayed behind to help clean up the leftover soda cans and break down the board. You were also stalling because you didn’t want any of the other members to witness what you were about to ask of Eddie. 

“Your Scottish accent is getting better and worse at the same time.” you said, handing him one of the minis. “Sometimes you nail it, and sometimes I don’t think you’re even trying to say anything legible.” 

“It’s better than your character's accent! Is your tiefling from New Jersey or trans-atlantic?” Eddie laughed, shoving his notes unceremoniously in a folder. 

“Why do Dwarves need to be Scottish anyway?” you ignored his question, fully aware that your accents were no better. “I think you should mix it up. Make Canadian dwarves or something.”

This is how Hellfire usually ended, with the two of you joking around and talking about the session and making fun of each other while you tried to get hints about what was to come. He never gave anything away. 

You blew out a few candles and Eddie went to readjust the lights. You reached into your pocket and pulled out the note. 

“So, Eddie.” you started, turning to him. “Remember how last month I helped you study for Mrs. O’Donnel’s midterm and you got a solid B?”

Eddie’s brow furrowed and he stopped what he was doing to look at you. Under the multicolored spotlights he looked... you never had the words to describe it. He just looked like Eddie. The Eddie that should be playing guitar on stage or the Eddie that kept your attention so easily and rapturously when he was running his games. You weren’t ready to say that to his face yet, despite the contradiction of what you were about to do. 

“I remember.” he said, walking over to you and crossing his arms. “I take it you aren’t just bringing up a fond memory of us to reminisce about?”

“Not a chance.” you looked into his brown doe eyes. “It’s time for you to pay up.” And with that you handed over the note. 

Eddie took it with a slight tilt of his head and unfolded it, scanning the contents. 

My Dearest, 

I’ve been watching you for weeks now, enraptored by your beauty. I’ve been too shy to talk to you, but now I want the chance to confess to you. I’m in love with you, and have been all year. I don’t care if everyone thinks you’re some weird Satanist freak because I’m into that. Please be my date for homecoming and meet me at the school at 7:30 pm.

-Your secret admirer  

“It’s not really a secret if you’re handing this directly to my face.” Eddie said, looking up from the note. “And you spelled ‘enraptured’ wrong.” 

“I found this in my locker.” you said, ignoring his comments. “Some jocks think they’re being funny and are clearly trying to pull some sort of prank to humiliate me.” 

“Think it’s a Carrie situation?” Eddie asked, looking over the note again before handing it back to you. 

“They don’t have the guts to get any pig's blood.” you shook your head. 

“So what does this have to do with me? You know that Hellfire doesn’t do school dances.” He said. “I thought we were just gonna blow it off, and Corroded Coffin is gonna do a secret show at the Quarry.”

“Eddie, all your shows are secret.”

“Not true, we have recently gained another groupie. There are now a grand total of six drunks that regularly listen to us play.” Eddie pouted. “Six and a half if you count the cat that’s been hanging around the Hideout.” 

“Yeah, okay, remember me when you’re famous.” You said. “Listen, I need your help. I’m coming to you wanting to cash in my favor. I need the Freak to help me out here, Eddie.”

“For what, exactly?” His eyes narrowed, but you stood your ground. 

“If I show up to homecoming, something's gonna happen. The best case scenario is that I show up and they ignore me and laugh while I wait for this fake person to show up. The worst case scenario ends with pigs blood and me learning I have telekinetic powers.” You explained. 

“So why even bother going? I thought we all agreed that Hellfire doesn’t do school events.” 

That was a good point, and you were making a gamble on this. Eddie didn’t do school events, and tried to make it a rule for his club as well. That didn’t go over well when Mike insisted that he was going to take his girlfriend Jane to homecoming, and everyone finally came clean that Lucas was playing both sides of the field and playing basketball AND doing Hellfire. 

You had to admit, Eddie’s face of disappointment and disapproval was pretty funny. You felt bad for the guy though, he avoided anything school related like the plague outside of this club. Eddie had boasted that he’d never gone to prom or homecoming, and had been skipping any pep rally since his second senior year. 

“You agreed that you didn’t go to events. I never agreed to anything.” you said firmly. “I only agreed to show up every Friday and wear the Hellfire shirt.”

“And again I ask, what does this have to do with me?” Eddie pushed. 

“Be my date for homecoming.” you said. “My fake date. I want you to get to me before they have the chance to.”

Eddie froze for a second, a thousand emotions flashing through his eyes at once. You’d seen this look countless times when one of his players had thrown him a curve-ball and he had to scramble to figure out how to make it work for the game. 

“Your fake date.” he said slowly. “So you want me to- what exactly?” 

“I want you to show up and pretend to be the person who wrote this note.” you explained. “I’ll pretend to be thrilled, you get to be seen with a cute girl at a dance, the gossip train gets something to talk about, and the jocks get their plans foiled. Everybody wins.” 

Eddie rolled his eyes at your plan. “Or you could just not show up at all and just come help us set up for the show.” He said. 

“But that’s not fun.” You pointed out. “Besides, if they think we’re together even just for the night then they’ll leave me alone. Probably”

Eddie looked skeptical. 

“Please?” you leaned closer, making your eyes wide as possible. “Eddie, these dicks have been on my ass all semester. I can’t go two weeks without getting asked out as a joke or having some meat head yell about how his “friend thinks I’m cute”. It’s fucking annoying, and ignoring them has done jack and shit.” 

You saw the stone look in his eyes falter and his shoulders ease up. “You’re really serious about this?” he asked. 

“I am.” you confirmed. “You do this for me, and you can have full creative control. Show up in your Hellfire shirt, hell you could show up in your pjs and I’ll pretend to be thrilled that you’re my secret admirer. We’ll make sure that we’re seen, then we can go to the quarry. We don’t even have to stay for fifteen minutes. Just show up for me, Eddie. Please.” 

Eddie took a deep breath and rubbed his face with his hands. “Fifteen minutes. All I have to do is show up and pretend that I’m your secret admirer and then we leave. Right?”

“Right.” You promised. “That’s all I need.”

Eddie sighed deeply and grabbed his jacket and threw it on. “I am never asking for your help studying again. You drive a hard bargain.” Despite his words he had a grin on his face. 

“I’m going easy on you, if you had gotten an A I’d be demanding that you show up in a full tux with roses.” you teased. “I’m talking about the full cheesy school dance treatment. Corsage, first dance, all of it.”

“Don’t even start, you’d have to get me to completely ace her whole class to get that kind of treatment.” Eddie grabbed your shoulder and started pushing you up the stairs. “I wouldn’t even know where to get a tux.” 

“I think you’re supposed to rent one.” you laughed as the two of you made your way out of the drama room and closed the door. “I, however, will need to actually buy my dress.”

“You’re really gonna get a dress for this? We’re only going for fifteen minutes.” Eddie pointed out. 

“Oh, would you rather me show up looking terrible?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “You really wanna show up and fake-confess to me looking plain and like I don’t care?”

“You really want to sell this, huh?” Eddie laughed. 

“It’s the only way I can think of for them to stop.” You said. 

The two of you made your way to the parking lot. Eddie walking you to your car. 

“Remember Eddie, you have full creative control over how you want to do this.” you said, getting in the driver's seat. “I don’t care how you show up, just go loud.”

“Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson would never disappoint.” he said, closing the door for you with a flourish.

You were going to get a dress for this. 

No, you weren’t, you were only going to be there for fifteen minutes at most. 

But your mom would want to take pictures and be thrilled you were even going. After all, you’d avoided it during your first four years of high school. 

And you wanted to. 

That was the real kick in the pants for all this. You wanted to go to homecoming. You wanted to have a night to dress up and look nice and have fun with your friends. Unfortunately, only the freshmen were going to the dance, and as much as you loved Mike, Lucas, and Dustin, you didn’t really think you’d have a lot of fun with some kids a good five years younger than you. Hell, Mike and Lucas had actual dates and Dustin had a long distance girlfriend! 

You’d be the single person in the group and that didn’t exactly put points in your favor for sticking around for the dance. The rest of Hellfire didn’t bother going to these kinds of things, as this town made it clear that school events were for normal people who enjoyed normal things, whatever the fuck that meant. 

As much as you denied ever wanting to go to homecoming or prom, you knew that you wanted to, and you knew who you wanted to go with. 

On the bright side, at least you’d get your secret wish now, even if it was for fifteen minutes. 

Eddie had made it clear since the first time the words “school dance” were uttered in his presence a few years ago that he wasn’t going to even entertain the idea of showing up. Those nights were dedicated to one shots or longer sessions for Hellfire. So for the past few years you had skipped out on any dances in favor of at least telling your beat up journal that you had technically spent prom or homecoming with Eddie Munson. 

You walked into the department store that you knew had a sizable selection of dresses, took one look at the price tags, and walked right back out. It was insane to spend that money on one night of dancing, let alone fifteen minutes. 

Besides, where else would you even wear a dress like that? You laughed at the idea of showing up to Hellfire, with your shirt on over whatever you would have picked. That’d be stupid. 

....

But it’d also be funny. 

You walked back into the department store and ignored the front and center mannequins to hit up the clearance rack instead. Even as you browsed, you were still trying to convince yourself that you didn’t need to buy something for this. Eddie was probably just going to show up in his old faded DIO shirt and some old jeans (maybe the ones that had that hole in the butt that showed his boxers when you stood behind him, if you were lucky). He probably wouldn’t even brush his hair. 

You had a choice to make. How much of an effort did you want to put into your appearance for this? Should you follow Eddie’s approach and just show up as normal, or should you allow yourself an indulgence in the Cinderella fantasy? What did you want, and what did this revenge situation call for?

You wanted to look nice. You wanted to tell your journal that you had a date with Eddie and that you looked good and that those asshole jocks didn’t even recognize you. Wouldn’t it be better that way anyway? No matter what Eddie looked like when he showed up, the point would be made clear; you were off the market (as far as anyone would be able to tell) and Eddie Munson had gotten the girl. No, not the girl; a girl. Being the girl implied that you were someone that Eddie had an interest in. 

Dresses of different lengths and cuts and colors started to blend together as you indulged in the fantasy of matching your dress to whatever Eddie was going to wear. You flipped through the dress rack while you mentally flipped through all the shirts you had seen Eddie wear in the last few weeks. He favored darker colors most times, the main exception being the white Hellfire Club shirt. 

“Dark clothes don’t stain as easily.” he’d explained before. 

You kept flipping through the racks of last seasons’ fashion, trying to find something that you could wear. Halfway through you considered giving up and just showing up in what you would have worn to the quarry if you hadn’t planned this whole thing. 

You need to commit to the bit. You reminded yourself. These jocks are expecting you to look pretty and then try to embarrass you. Don’t half ass it.

Sucking it up, you made your way over to the normal racks. Your mom had given you some cash to buy yourself a nice dress, but you had been hoping to just buy something cheaper and save the rest to buy off of Eddie later. 

You walked out of the store, bag in hand, with a receipt showing a number that made you feel sick. You reminded yourself over and over it was for you, Eddie, and your mom. 

“Are you sure you have the charisma for this?” Gareth asked. “You always roll shit with any charisma roll.”

“Gareth, I don’t know if you know this, but rolling a die and saying that I’m trying to do something is different than actually doing it outside of the game.” you said as the two of you made your way into the Library. You had it on good authority that this was the jocks study hall period, and you wanted to really sell your plan. 

“I still don’t get why I have to be part of this. I’m not even going to homecoming either.” He grumbled. “This whole thing is stupid. You should just come to the show instead.” 

“I can do both.” you waved him off. “All I need you to do is let me talk at you-”

“You do that anyway.”

“Yes, but this time I need you to pretend to be invested.” You explained. “You let me talk about how excited I am for homecoming and to meet my secret admirer and I use my powers of being able to leave school during lunch to bring you McDonald’s tomorrow.” 

Gareth couldn’t argue with that, no teenage boy could resist the sweet temptation of greasy fast food in the middle of the school day. It was more than a fair trade, even if Gareth didn’t see the point in this. You just really wanted to sell your plan. 

“Remember, all you need to do is ask me who I’m going to Homecoming with.” you reminded him. 

The two of you walked over to where the group of basketball players were goofing off and not really studying, and the two who had slid the note into your locker started nudging each other and snickering to themselves. 

“So who are you going to homecoming with?” Gareth asked, his line delivery stiff and unnatural and disinterested. You had to fight with yourself to not roll your eyes at the lackluster performance. 

“I don’t know!” your voice was a little higher pitched at the response, trying to emulate the cheerleaders you’d seen giggling in their groups as they gossiped. You pulled the note that you had been keeping in your pocket. “I got this note asking me to meet them at the dance, so I have no idea!”

You continued to gush to the disinterested Gareth how excited you were to be asked to go, and speculating on who it could be. The entire time, your friend looked like he’d rather be smashing his head against the table than listen to you talk about this, which was honestly more fun for you than the jocks reactions. 

From the table behind you, the normally loud group of boys were attempting to be quiet as they snickered and nudged each other. You wished that Gareth would try and talk a little more so that you could stop talking to eavesdrop on them. 

When the jocks started getting louder again, that’s when you dropped the conversation. They weren’t interested in hearing anymore and so you weren’t either. 

“So what was the point of that?” Gareth muttered, making his way to the exit of the library. 

“I don’t want them to forget about me. If I’m gonna be completely honest, I really just expected them to totally forget they left something in my locker about this.” you adjusted your backpack, following him out. “I’m committed to the bit.”

“Sounds like you’re just asking for trouble.” He shook his head. 

“Maybe a little.” you sighed. “Eddie and I are graduating this year and I don’t want to look back at my time here and think that I just took the bullshit that was given to me. I just want them to get off my ass for the rest of the year.” 

“Do you really think it’ll work?” 

“Only one way to find out.” 

Part 2 It's Gonna Be A Night We'll Never Forget (Coming Soon)

Dividers By: @strangergraphics

Tag List: @somethingvicked @ladysilence @leelei1980 @seexyyprincess @rosebudsgarden @ghcstpyre @crocwork-clockodile

#nacht fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you

[theresoneicouldcallking]

Look even if you don't ship buddie, you have to admit this is terrible writing for the both of them as individual characters. The show has spend all season building up their need for something more in life, and to venture out into the world and find romance again.

Buck has finally realized he doesn't have to be anybody than who he is, that he doesn't have to pretend. But two episodes later, Mr Evan "i feel like she really sees me" Buckley is already back to hiding parts of himself out of fear for Natalia judging him (which she did).

And Eddie has come around to the idea of opening himself up to love again, only to wander around town aimlessly in the hopes of some magical meet cute, which by definition is the exact opposite of that, because you can't force or go looking for a meet cute. Not to mention the one person he runs into is someone he met in call, which he himself has said nothing good will ever come of it.

Either the writers are playing some game I can't see yet and they're smarter than I give them credit for, or they're way dumber than I thought they were. Because this is an assassination of the very character development they've been creating this entire season.

#im asking respectfully; what. the. fck. #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #buck x eddie #buddie #buddie supremacy #911 #911 fox #911 on fox

[lowkeyrobin]

Oh hello me again 👀

I had another idea lmao, this one's a little dumber but here me out 🙏

Joshdub x Reader teasing each other over accents/comparing accents (literally any accent I don't mind, I just need Josh content, literally my second favorite of The Boys and second favorite Australian lol)

STOP I LOVE THIS AWERHJRNWNRBSNSN ; thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy ; your reqs r literally the best lol ; also I'll have that foolish one you sent me up soon I just need to tweak some stuff

JOSHDUB ; accents

summary ; you and Josh like to bully each other over your accents

warnings ; language, excessive DubDaddy running gag/joke idfk

word count ; 646

masterlist

"Bro, shut the fuck up, no way you're trying to diss me with your biscuits and tea looking self"

"Says you, scorpion fucker!"

"What the hell is happening right now?" Mully questions with a slight laugh, looking over to Juicy, Eddie, Gabby, and Narrator.

Juicy answers his question, "They're fighting over their accents"

The four watch as you and Josh continue roasting and arguing with each other, throwing insults every which way.

You were all staying at Juicy's house for a large sleepover-party, currently located in the living room. Prior to the playful argument, you'd all been watching a dumb action movie, which got paused because you all agreed that it was too boring and wanted to talk instead. The girls, minus Gabby, had left to go pick up some pizza and wings, considering none of you had eaten dinner yet, and it was already seven in the evening.

Gabby laughs, hearing another cruel insult escape your mouth. "When are the girls getting back with the pizza?"

Narrator looks down at his watch, "Hopefully within the next 15 minutes before they strangle each other"

"You're a cock sucker. You literally speak in gibberish"

"Says you! A few sandwiches short of a picnic. What's that even mean?"

"Okay, and I'm supposed to know what chuck a sickie and fire up the barbie mean? Quiet yourself down, Josh"

Juicy snickers, a hand loosely covering his mouth as he looks away momentarily. Eddie laughs, cheering you on in his native language across the room, Gabby under his arm. Mully can't help but laugh with Narrator beside him, both of them unable to hold back their amusement. It wasn't necessarily what you were speaking was funny, it was the tone and why you were fighting that got them.

"This is the stupidest thing we've ever argued over" Josh chuckles, "That includes that time where you tried to gaslight me into thinking you didn't call me DubDaddy"

"Again, that wasn't gaslighting! I didn't call you DubDaddy!"

"Why do you say daddy like that?" He laughs, "You accentuate the a like an au sound"

"It's just how I speak! Say tuna"

"Tuna" He speaks, pronouncing it like ch-una.

"See?!" You exclaim, "You're the one talking weird"

"You say tuna like t-ew-nah!" He counterclaims

"Yeah, okay" You playfully roll your eyes and cross your arms, leaning back into the couch. You look over at Juicy, then Eddie and Gabby, then Mully and Narrator. "I don't say it like that, right?"

They're silent, failing to hide the smiles tugging at the corners of their lips.

"You're fucking kidding me!"

"To be fair!-" Juicy quickly speaks, "You both sound dumb. Mully does too."

"Ha!" You laugh, looking at Josh with a smug smile.

"What the hell?" Mully questions, looking to Juicy, "When was I involved in them?"

Juicy shrugs, "Since you decided to be Australian, brother"

"Dawg, you can't choose to be a certain nationality," Eddie laughs, using his free hand to rub the T-section between his eyes and over his nose.

"Are we not going to talk about the DubDaddy thing?" Mully asks, refocusing the conversation. "I don't remember this happening"

"Shut the fuck up" You quickly reply, moving your legs around to sit criss-cross on the couch.

"No, no, no. Tell us about that" Juicy giggles.

Josh quickly explains before you can tell your side of the story. "We were on VR Minecraft, after that 24 hour challenge-"

"I didn't call you DubDaddy!"

"-And we were trying to at least get to the Nether, right? They fell into a pit of lava, logged out while screaming DubDaddy into their mic, wanting me to help them or get water to save them from the lava pit they were in" Josh chuckles, seeing your annoyed expression.

"I did not call him that, I swear on my life"

"I don't think anyone's believing you, Y/n"

#lowkeyrobin #content creator x reader #joshdub x reader #joshdub #dubdaddy #gender neutral reader #gn reader #gn! reader #they/them reader #british!reader

[harrywavycurly]

With Husband!Eddie can we fine out what the ex said exactly? Maybe a text the next morning between Eddie and Wife explaining a little more what happen?

Hiii babes!! So I didn’t do it as a text I did it as a conversation they had while she’s making her coffee the next morning! So I hope you still enjoy it!💖

-this is a part 2 kinda thing to this✨

-grab a snack this is a long one😂

*You don’t know why Eddie is mad…it’s not really even your fault*

“We are out of creamer? What the hell…” “we need to talk about this…” “yeah we do because i was just at the store yesterday why didn’t you tell me we were out of creamer? You know I can’t have my coffee without it Eddie.” “Baby…you know that’s not what I’m talking about.” “It wasn’t my fault.” “Really? You hitting someone…in the face isn’t…your fault? You’re gonna need to explain that to me sweetheart because from where I’m sitting it’s absolutely your fault.” “Well then go sit somewhere else because it wasn’t…she came up to me and Robin I didn’t go looking for her…didn’t even know she fucking existed till last night.” “What happened?” “Well I was sitting at the bar with Rob…I was having a margarita because you know I’d been craving one so I was about half way done with my second one when I can just feel someone staring at me.” “Ah okay you were drinking tequila…makes sense….continue.” “So I looked up and this chick is just glaring at my drink…or that’s what I thought she was doing so I was polite and ordered her a margarita since I assumed she was just mad I have better taste is beverages than her little glass of white wine…” “oh god you sent her a drink?” “I thought I was being nice!” “Okay okay then…what happened?” “Well turns out she was staring at my wedding ring…and I found that out because after she got her margarita she came over to me and said and I quote Eddie sure had lowered his standards if he married you.” “Oh fuck…” “so naturally I asked how she knew you and that you in fact don’t have any standards so it’s impossible to lower them.” “Thanks baby…” “she said she knew you from high school and you know what I’m so tired of running into girls that have ridden the Munson Express okay? So like this is actually your fault because you have too many ex hook ups walking around Hawkins.” “Excuse me? The Munson Express is that…is that what you call…never mind…but this isn’t my fault.” “Well it wasn’t mine! She then said you must’ve been dumber than she remembered for asking someone like me to marry you so that’s when uhm…that’s when I think I hit her for the first time…” “because she called me dumb?” “No one can call my husband dumb besides me…but don’t worry I handed Robin my drink and my ring before I hit her…didn’t wanna waste it or get blood all in my ring…that shit is so hard to get out.” “It’s disturbing you know how hard it is to get blood out of your wedding ring.” “It just gets all in the little cracks and stuff.” “Baby…I love that you want to defend me but I don’t need you to do that okay? I thought I was done with getting phone calls from Jim at two in the morning?” “I thought you were too…I’m sorry.” “Let’s just not have it happen again okay?” “Then tell your fucking fan club to leave me alone Edward unless they wanna end up like little Miss White Wine and find themselves on the floor of the hideout and that’s the scariest place to ever find yourself.” “Yeah they don’t ever clean the floors in the place.” “You still love me?” “Yes I still love you…I had to explain to the boys why I had to go get their mom from the Hideout at two in the morning.” “Well Freddy would’ve had my back…I love you honeybuns.” “I love you too sweetheart…so need me to run to get you some creamer?” “No I’m gonna go borrow some of Wayne’s and fill him in on the gossip…you know he loves fighting stories.” “Oh yeah he loves hearing how his daughter in law keeps kicking people’s asses…” “uh don’t be rude…it’s just daughter we don’t do the in law stuff.” “Tell him I said hi.” “Will do…I’m bringing Freddy.” “Why not Michael?” “Because you’re holding him….” “Oh…right.” “Mhm…knew he was gonna be a daddy’s boy.”

#eddie extras #husband!eddie munson #eddie munson series #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x wife!reader #eddie munson social media au #eddie munson request #conversations with eddie munson #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby

[useramor]

wip wednesday

tagged by some lovers @wh0re-behavi0r @buddiefication @gayhoediaz @buddiearemydads @sibylsleaves and @rewritetheending thank you!!

some more from fwb since everyone has assured me y'all aren't tired of this fic :P

“I know you didn’t tell her. You wouldn’t do that, but as long as she doesn’t tell anyone it’s fine, right?”

Eddie nods. A second later he realizes Buck hasn’t answered his question. 

“You didn’t answer me. You didn’t, I mean–you don’t want to date me, do you? Because, Buck, man, you’re my best friend, and I like what we’re doing but I’m not—”

“Oh, no, Eddie, no. Me neither. I haven’t gone and, like, fallen in love with you, man. You’re my best friend and we have sex sometimes, why does that have to mean anything?”

Eddie nods, taking a sip from the coffee Buck had waiting for him in the car when he picked them up. “Yeah, and blowjobs and handjobs aren’t even really the same thing. We don’t have actual sex.”

Buck shrugs, looking away. A flush spreads along his cheeks, going up to the tips of his ears. 

“We could though,” he says, not looking at Eddie. He glances at him carefully, gauging his reaction. “Have sex, I mean. I’d be into it.”

The heat that rushes through him is entirely inappropriate. 

as always, no one has ever been dumber than these two.

(also, let it be known that the author does not consider penetrative sex to be the only legitimate form of sex. these two are just idiots. thank you very much.)

tagging @deareddie @swiftiebuckleys @buckleysibs @ghosthunterbuck @eddiesbleps @henswilsons @eddiescowboy @eddiediass @midnightsbuck @alyxmastershipper :)

#bia.wip #straight!eddie fic

[antisociallilbrat]

Bill was just a kid who wanted his little brother back. A kid who had friends who looked up to him and loved him so they would do anything to help get his brother back- or try to prevent what happened to Georgie happening to other kids. The Losers loved him because he loved them too. He gave something important to each of the Losers, something they needed.

For Eddie he gave him a brother, one that showed him that it's okay to challenge the authority of the ones that are supposed to love you.

For Stan he leant him his bravery. Stan couldn't be brave for himself but he could be brave for Bill.

For Richie he gave him outlet. Someone who could challenge Richie's dumb ideas with even dumber ones. Someone that encouraged Richie on and never made him feel stupid.

For Bev it was proof that a guy could love her without hurting her. That pain was not necessary for love.

For Ben it was inspiration. Inspiration to never give up on himself and work hard towards his goals.

For Mike he gave him a place to belong. He showed Mike that even the homeschool kid that lived outside of town could find a home in a bunch of Losers.

Point is the Losers loved Bill and when people say that they would hate him or they villainize him, I just have to ask if we even consumed the same media|?

#he is my son #and i love him #just like the losers do #bill denbrough #stanley uris #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #beverly marsh #it 2017 #it 2019

[wilmabyers]

Why does no one ever f*cking remember me?

Disclaimer: This is Part 4 of The Fruity Four but it can also be read as a stand alone.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three (18 + only)

Summary: Reader, their boyfriend Eddie Munson and two best friends Steve and Robin play Never have I ever with a twist and secrets get spilled.

Tags: Fluff, playful flirting with eddie, talk of sex and role-play, drinking

By the time we go back out to join everyone, we find Robin and Steve sipping nearly empty beers on the couch. Dumb and dumber nowhere to be seen. Turns out Beth got embarrassed so they dipped.

Without turning around to face me, I hear Steve say “You two are officially the worst wing women in history”

“Hey, I didn’t do anything!” Robin snapped back.

“Exactly! That’s the problem. You two are better when you put your heads together. You should have been helping her!”

Eddie walked over to the kitchen to grab some beers from the fridge. I started to quietly work my way over to the other couch.

Then Steve turns toward the kitchen and points a finger “And you, Munson!”

He freezes, juggling 4 beers in his hands. “What did I do, man?”

“Nothing! That’s the issue! I’m convinced you all want me to die alone.”

Eddie walks over to Steve, managing to move all the bottles into the crook of an elbow so he can put a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out with Mary, dude. Cold one to drown your sorrows?”

Steve nods and grabs one.

Robin snorts, “Her name was Milly!”

I could tell right away Robin was drunk. She always had this child-like giggle and shit eating grin after a few too many. I loved drunk Robin though.( A little too much, clearly.)

“No, It was...” he pauses a moment then laughs. “Shit, I don’t even remember anymore,” then takes a long swig of his drink.

Eddie laughs and starts walking over to me, tossing a drink to Robin on the way, then to me before sitting on the couch next to me and putting his arm around my shoulder. I took a long sip and leaned into his touch.

“You know what will make this night all better? Never have I ever!” Robin announced with a grin.

“Ok, now I know you’ve had too much if you’re suggesting a drinking game,” Steve says while reaching over to take her beer away from her but her reflexes were too quick.

“I’m not drunk. I may be a little bit tipsy but that’s it. You owe me some fun after this shit-show, Steve”

“I concur, “ I chime in, reaching over to clink my drink with Robin’s.

“Fine. Fuck it,” Steve says taking another swig.

I look over at Eddie and he just shrugs. “I don’t care what we do as long as I get to drink but...” he trails off, making his way off the couch,” we’re doing it the right way.”

He points both his fingers in the air theatrically and skips back into the kitchen like a hobbit getting his second breakfast. Gods, this man was such an adorable little dork. I can’t believe he’s mine.

He goes to the kitchen again and comes back with 4 shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

“Dude, my dad will kill me!” Steve exclaims.

“Just fill it with a little bit of water. He won't even notice. This isn’t even the top shelf kind. We’re good.”

Eddie starts to fill the shot glasses. “Ok, for every finger you put down, you have to take a sip of your beer. If you run out of a whole hand, you take a shot. Once all the shots are done, the game is over and we’ll all be pleasantly toasted.” He explains with a bow and a shit-eating grin. His dungeon master ways clearly didn’t just stay within the confines of the Hellfire Club.

“Oh, I’m so in!” Robin says leaning forward, eyes wide with excitement, “mostly because I know you guys will be drinking those shots and not me.”

“Oh, yeah little miss innocent over here” Steve Mocks, pointing his thumb at her.

Eddie returns to the couch. “Ok, princess, you go first.”

“Shit, ok. Umm never have I ever failed 12th grade twice” I said trying to stifle my laugh.

“That’s a low fucking blow, man” Eddie says before taking a sip with one hand and slipping the other one under my ass to pinch it.

“Ouch!” I yelped.

“Ok, my turn.” Robin chimes in. “Never have I ever kissed Eddie.”

I go to drink my drink when Eddie interjects. “That’s not exactly true, Robin"

Steve and I snap our heads to look at Robin. I can feel my blood boiling.

Robin looks shocked and confused. “What are you talking about?”

I look over at Eddie and I swear smoke must be coming out of my ears. “Someone better start explaining real fucking quick.”

Robin starts to stutter and she looks genuinely upset, “I honestly have no idea what he’s talking about.”

“God, why does no one ever fucking remember me?” Eddie exclaims, dramatically dragging his fingers over his face and into his hair. “It was during band camp in middle school. 7 minutes in heaven?” He looks at her with raised eyebrows, impatiently waiting to see if it starts to ring a bell.

“That was you!?” Robin exclaims with complete shock, her hand smacking over her mouth. “I tried to block out that memory. That whole night was so humiliating and very affirming that I was into girls...” She trails off then realizes she inadvertently knocked Eddie. “No offense!”

“None taken, sweetheart” he shrugs and lets out a half-hearted laugh.

I was able to relax my shoulders and unclench my fists after hearing the story. Friends hooking up with my boyfriend was a sore spot for me. When I left my old school before Hawkins, my best friend and boyfriend ended up in a relationship together almost immediately. Eddie was a saint for dealing with my trust issues from that. That combined with his baggage, it was no wonder we were like two bulls in a china shop whenever we were together. Who would have thought that the man that used to be able to fill me with homicidal rage with one look, was now one of the only people in the world to love me the way I never thought existed( or thought I deserved.)

He looked over, noticing that I calmed down and started to rub my back. He whispered in my ear “you can stand down now, tiger. It was barely even a peck and we were so young. I honestly forgot too until now”

“I was so close to decking you in the face” I said.

“I know. I could tell by that scary look in your eye.”

Robin and I both took a drink.

“Looks like you played yourself there, Robin,” Steve quipped before rubbing his chin trying to think of what to say.

“Hmmm..never have I” then he looked over at Eddie and he got a mischievous smile on his face, “never have I ever had sex while role playing as Lord of the Rings characters.”

Eddie got up immediately and ran to the other side of the room, dodging any chance for me to hit him on the arm again. It must have a bruise by now.

“Edward Franklin Munson, I’m going to kill you!,” I said, flicking a beer cap at his face but he moved his head out of its path.

He had that sly smile on his face that pissed me off and melted my heart simultaneously. Seeing my death stare, he put his hands up defensively. “I realize now it was an invasion of privacy, ok? But you should think of it as flattery! I was excited about it and wanted to share the tale with a trusted buddy, ok?”

Steve leaned over toward Robin “ they wore costumes and everything.”

Robin whipped her head toward me , grinning “I didn’t know you guys were such freaky little nerds!”

I covered my face with a couch pillow to cover my most-likely beet red cheeks. I don’t know why I was so embarrassed. I trusted Robin and Steve more than anyone and I know they don’t judge me. I’m just not used to sharing my sex life in such detail. At least Steve chose the more mild of stories to expose me because that’s not even close to the kinkiest things that beautiful man and I have done. Gods, I wonder what else Eddie has told him.

I suddenly feel a thump on the couch before I feel my favorite pair of hands wrap around my waist. Then my favorite deep voice like honey and venom in my ear “I’m sorry, baby. Punish me for it later?”

I lowered the pillow and turned my face to catch his lips in a kiss. Then I whispered into his ear “Oh, I will definitely enjoy punishing you later”

He backed away winking and replied “Not as much as I’ll enjoy being punished.”

“Alright, let’s continue the game, lovebirds. Your turn, Eddie”

Eddie stays close to my side but faces the group and claps his ringed hands together. “Right! Hmmm, ok. What haven’t I done? What haven’t I done?” He looks up at the ceiling with his tongue sticking out, feigning being deep in thought.

I go to punch him again but he catches my fist and pushes it down to wrap both his arms around me.

“Never have I ever slept with Steve,” he says wiggling his eyebrows at me, tongue slightly sticking out again. That tongue would have been really distracting to me, thinking of all the amazing things it does if I wasn’t incredibly irritated with what he just said. I was kind of relieved though that he seemed to mention it like it was just a funny thing of the past because he definitely didn’t treat it like that when he first found out. I thought he was going to smash Steve’s face in when he found out. He almost did but luckily I was able to calm him down. They got over all that eventually and are able to have a real friendship despite how unlikely a duo they are. It’s honestly so fucking cute, I can barely handle it. Seeing my two favorite men together, getting along? It just warms my heart. I took a drink and noticed Steve was looking down at his feet nervously.

“Umm..” Robin starts shakily, “I guess this is as good a time as any to admit that I, too ,slept with Steve.” Eddie and I stared at her, jaws on the floor. “Just one time!” she explained, “ After the first time Vickie and I broke up and after ingesting A LOT of vodka.”

“I’m sorry, what!?” I gasped.

“I’m confused. I thought you were a lesbian.” Eddie blurted.

I punched him on the arm again, right on the growing bruise.

“Stop hitting me!” he yelled, holding his arm.

“Stop saying dumb shit!”

“Yeah, I thought so too,” Robin started, “But...he’s very pretty,” she said, stifling a giggle.

Steve shook his head but he smiled and blushed a little.

“Yeah, so as it turns out I can only have romantic connections with women,” she says glancing briefly over at me then snapping back and looking down awkwardly with a laugh,” but sex with men isn’t terrible “

“Wow, thanks Robin” Steve deadpanned.

“I used to be scared of penises but it turns out they’re just like dildos but like warmer and squishier and better!” she laughs, her face turning bright red.

“Ok, I am livid you guys didn’t tell me thisbefore but that can be saved for another time.” I said before continuing the game.“Ok never have I ever...”

“Kissed Robin? Oh wait, sorry, that’s not true anymore” Eddie blurted.

I whipped my head at him, giving him the most deadly death stare.

He immediately realized his drunken slip up.

“Wait, you didn’t tell him? You’re a total hypocrite, babe!”

“What the hell is going on right now?” I heard Steve say, his eyes wild with disbelief.

I looked at Robin and she looked embarrassed, averting her eyes.

I let out a sigh. “Yeah Robin and I kissed last Friday. Ironically, vodka was also involved.”

“Not nearly as much as the night with Steve though. Like seriously, I...”

“Robin, please!” Steve yelled in a high pitched tone, cutting her off.

“Jesus H Christ. I thought you guys were the three musketeers but you are seriously dysfunctional” Eddie remarked before leaning over and downing one of the shots. “I needed that just to deal with this fucking soap opera.”

“You know what I just realized?” Robin asked with an amused look on her face.

“What?” we all asked in unison.

“All of us in this room have hooked up in some way or fashion except for you two,” she said, wiggling her fingers at Eddie and Steve.

“That’s right! “ Both the guys avert their eyes while Robin and I look at each other and both get the same idea telepathically.

I poke Eddie in the ribs. “Babe, you guys have to kiss. It’s like a prophecy. It’s written in the stars”

He looked me up and down intensely with one eyebrow arched. His lip was snarled. I laughed at seeing how uncomfortable he was.

“Come on, Steve. Just a little peck on the lips. Come on.” Robin egged him on.

Steve looks up with this look in his eye like he has an idea. “Ok, we’ll do it.”

Eddie jumps up out of  his seat, “You’re not fucking touching me, Harrington!”

I jump up to put my hands on his chest soothingly.

“Baby, we’re just joking. We’ll stop. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, slow down there, big boy. We can make this work to our advantage.”

Eddie slowly sat back down eyeing Steve suspiciously. He sat down in silence for a few seconds. “I’m listening” he says,” bringing his beer to his lips, taking the last sip.

“If Eddie and I kiss. Just a quick peck, ok? You ladies, have to drink all the remaining shots AND I wanna see you guys make out in person”

“Ok, now we’re talkin’. I knew I liked you, Harrington.”

“Ew, no, this isn’t happening,” Robin says. “What is it with guys and their fascination with girls kissing? Like seriously does having a penis make you brain deficient? My sexuality doesn’t get to be some spectacle for you guys.”

“You two were just wanting us to kiss. How is this not the same thing?!” Eddie asked.

“I was just playing around! I’m not going to get some sort of sick pleasure from it.” Robin replied.

“I might” It escaped my mouth without my permission. Damn this liquor.

All of them looked at me. Robin looks shocked and betrayed a little. Eddie looks intrigued and Steve just looks dumb-founded.

“I...it does sound kind of hot to me. But if Robin isn’t comfortable with it then let’s just drop the whole thing and turn on a movie or something.”

“Wait, you’re down to do it?” Robin asks incredulously.

“Umm..yeah kind of.”

Robin studied me and there was a look in her eye I couldn’t place.“Ok. Deal.”

Eddie sputtered, “What?”

“You heard me, Munson. Pucker up if you want your prize.”

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fan fiction #steve harrington x reader #stranger things

[samstersv]

SURPRISES; steve harrington

idea from: @muertawrites cheaper by the dozen;eddie munson

•steve and y/n are sleeping at her house and the kids barge in though her front door to wake them up and ask to drive the group somewhere

y/n loved dustin and the kids with all her heart, so did steve. they allowed the group of 15 year olds to hang out with them and would even buy them things. y/n and steve were like their second mom’s and dad’s. but the 19 year olds drew the line with their beauty sleep.

at precisely 9 am on a sunday, also known as both y/n and steve’s work days off, the couple decided to sleep in after their rather eventful night a few hours ago. y/n was cuddled up into steve with one of his arm’s draped around her waist while the other was placed near her head. both y/n and steve’s shallow breathing was heard in the quiet house.

suddenly a door slamming close woke y/n up with a jump. the girl wasn’t expecting anyone nor did she leave the door unlocked so she panicked instantly. “steve, babe.” y/n shook steve’s shoulder. after another two seconds of calling out her boyfriends name, steve woke up with a groan: he buried his head in y/n’s shoulder “what’s wrong? i’m tired.”

y/n whispered “there’s someone here.” steve gave her a weird look and mumbled a “what?” so she repeated herself “there’s someone inside the house— steve i locked the door last night.”

that immediately woke steve up. only in his boxers, steve got out of the comfortable bed and grabbed a bat y/n had near her bedside. (after all that they’ve been through, who wouldn’t have some sort of weapon) outside the bedroom, what sounded to be bags being dropped on the ground was heard and one pair of footsteps were walking towards the bedroom. steve got closer to the door, ready to swing at any moment. y/n didn’t make a move to get up for the soul purpose that all she wearing was a large shirt steve owned, nothing else.

the door opened and steve barely swung the bat before seeing who it was. there, dustin henderson stood with what y/n liked to say was an “little brother look” and turned to steve “goddamnit steve put on some pants.” then behind him appeared y/n’s favorite of them all, will. the boy gave y/n a sorry but not really look “we need you to drive us somewhere.” the couple heard mike say as he followed up to the bedroom.

both y/n and steve were stunned as they stood there, steve still mid-swing in his boxers while y/n covered the blanket up to her chest with wide eyes. y/n looked over at her bedside at the clock which read 9:50 then she turned back to the boys “it’s not even 12 pm.”

steve didnt feel like being nice though “get out.” he scolded. will, mike, and dustin ignored steve completely and turned to y/n, giving her puppy eyes. considering it’s her house she guessed it was up to him. “i regret giving you the keys dustin. i said it was for emergencies only.” y/n sighed.

“y/n” she heard another voice from the doorway. there stood eleven with a small smile (el loved y/n and expressed it a lot) “you are coming, right?” she asked. max and lucas were now standing there too. “great we have the whole gang here. couldn’t you guys ask eddie or even nancy?”

dustin deadpanned “you are dumber than i thought steve. you always talk about how eddie drives like crazy and you know nancy will not take a group of us anywhere. please y/n.” he turned to her. the girl looked at steve for confirmation and he sighed in defeat.

“okay fine.“ y/n gave in “but get out unless you wanna see my bare ass.” mike and lucas made a disgusted face at y/n “which is only for me to see by the way so get out, go.” steve shooed the kids out of y/n’s bedroom.

y/n finally got up and steve walked over to her and dragged one hand up from her thigh to her waist. y/n felt the cold air on her exposed body and kissed steve deeply before backing off “keep it in your pants babe, the kids are here.”

“i still don’t get why we can’t just tell them to take their bikes or something.” steve mumbled as he got a pair of clean clothes for himself in a section y/n had for him in her room.

“we can’t because they are relying on us steve. and el really wants me to go so i’m not saying no to her.” y/n said. she also got an outfit on and began to do her hair and mascara. “you are gonna be such a good mom. taking care of her children.” steve walked up behind y/n and put his arms around her waist, leaving kisses in her neck and deepening the marks he’d already left on her.

y/n lightly pushed his head away “steve i need to cover those up.” she chuckled. steve whined and slapped her ass as he walked away. y/n rolled her eyes with a smile. once the two were done they walked out of y/n’s bedroom (not without y/n slapping steve on the ass to get him back) and they turned to the group of kids who were making themselves comfortable in her livingroom.

y/n clapped her hands “shut the tv off and get your stuff cmon. we are getting breakfast first, you all better chip in, steve isn’t paying for all of you again.” steve nodded in agreement “the queen has spoken, let’s go if you aren’t out in five minutes we are leaving you.”

the 15 year olds all smiled and decided to make it a race with who could get their stuff ready fast enough and raced to y/n and steve’s large car to fit all their children in it.

#fanfic #lucas stranger things #vecna stranger things #stranger things 4 vol 2 #stranger things #steve stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington one shot #eleven #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #max mayfield #eddie munson #eddie st4 #eddie munson fluff #will buyers #stranger things fluff #stranger things smut #eddie munson smut #steve fanfic #wattpad

[dyhayc]

Stupid Idiot

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Shy!Reader (humour, stupidity)

Summary: Embarrassed that you blew him off twice, you vent to Robin (and Steve) about your encounters with Eddie.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Embarrassment, Steve Being Dumb, Reader Being Dumber

A/N: If you couldn’t tell I love platonic-with-a-capital-‘P’ friends Robin and Steve. This chapter is my favourite so far, mostly because of Robin and Steve, but also because it shows more of the reader’s personality beyond her “I am lowkey terrified of this man” attitude from the first two chapters. This weekend I might also post my first extra for this series, it’s just a little something to explain the name Skirts and Mary Jane!

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“Wait, what?”

Steve had only been partially paying attention, more focused on the customers he was checking out. Once he made sure they were out the door, he turned around to request you to “repeat that.”

After the first retelling of the story, you’d folded your arms and buried your face in the gap. Your groan is muffled thanks to your position, but Robin obviously hears it because she chuckles in response.

You sit up and begin your chaotic rambling again, “So I was walking and then this car came by and almost hit me. I was like ‘ow’ cause it hurt, and then that’s when Eddie Munson comes by. He’s like ‘are you okay?’ and I say no cause my knee was skinned. So, he offers me a bandage and I say yea, but then I can’t walk cause putting pressure on my leg hurts!”

The entire time you’re speaking, your hands are moving to express your emotion, but now that you’re getting to the more interesting details, they start flying all over the place, “He puts his arm around my waist to walk me inside then lifts me up onto his counter! Like I don’t even weigh anything! And then when he washes my knee to get all the gross stuff out I started crying like a stupid idiot cause it hurt worse than I thought it would and he offered me his hand!”

You see Robin nodding along supportively from the corner of your eye. It gives you the courage to turn around and face Steve to emphasize your point, “His hand, Steve! To hold!” Glancing at what Robin is doing, Steve starts to nod supportively, following her lead. Honestly, you’re surprised he’s even listening as attentively as he is, seeing as he’s trying to get the store ready to close. Not to mention, Steve isn’t really your friend, he’s Robin’s. His request to hear your story again is probably because he doesn’t believe you’re talking about Eddie.

Turning to Robin, you grab her shoulders and exclaim, “And after all that, after everything he did to help me, I ran away! Like I didn’t even try to talk to him, I just ran! And then the next day I made him cookies and I still ran away after he took them!”

Turning one last time, you put your elbows on the counter and slap your hands on your face. Robin rubs your back sympathetically as Steve asks, “Wait, do you have a crush on that freak or something?”

Robin immediately whips her head around to give him a disapproving look while you frown behind your hands, “Don’t call him that. It’s not nice. And… yea I’ve had a crush on him since freshman year.” Your words are smothered by your hands, but he gets the point.

Intimidated by Robin’s expression, he concedes, “Right, right. That’s my bad.” He awkwardly continues because Robin is still giving him that look, “Well… it’s not that bad… y’know?”

“How is it not that bad!?” you cry in anguish, “I didn’t even introduce myself. I don’t know if he knows my name!”

“You gave him cookies…” he offers weakly, unsure of what to say. You whimper sadly as you face-plant onto the counter dejectedly.

Robin cuts in for Steve, pointing out, “I think Eddie knows about stranger danger. He wouldn’t have let you inside if he didn’t know who you were. And, he let you hold his hand. That’s like… almost second base!”

Steve quickly cuts in, “Okay, that’s like one and a half base at most.”

“Okay, one and a half base!” she starts poking lightly at your side, “But that doesn’t change my point. He wouldn’t have been so nice if he didn’t like you.”

Her prodding makes you giggle, but it quickly turns into a frown again. You sigh, “I don’t know. What was he supposed to do, leave a crying girl on his doorstep?”

Steve, who had disappeared into the backroom, pops his head back out to interject, “Uh, yea. He terrorizes cheerleaders at school. Why would he help a girl if he wasn’t into her?”

Still, you shake your head, repeating, “I don’t know.”

To get more details, Robin interrogates, “Did he say anything that sounded weird?”

Furrowing your eyebrows in thought, your mind is immediately brought back to what happened this afternoon, “When I dropped off the cookies, he called me princess when he saw me in the door?”

“What?!” both of them exclaim at the same time. Robin is much louder, but you can still hear Steve’s muffled yell from the back.

Confused, you look at Robin with big, doe eyes, “What?”

Robin has stood up, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you to your feet. She exclaims, “No way, dude, I can’t believe he called you princess, and you didn’t think that was important enough to share!” She’s shaking your shoulders now, “You’re so oblivious it’s insane! He totally likes you!”

You can hear Steve mumble, ‘you’re one to talk,’ but Robin counters, “Shut up, Steve.”

Thinking about it for a moment, you still don’t believe them, “I think he was just teasing, Robin.”

Dusting off his hands, Steve finally comes out of the backroom. “‘Kay, everything’s done. We can close now,” he says, breaking the atmosphere. You’re grateful because it gives you an excuse to drop the conversation.

Pulling away from her hands, you agree, “Yea, I should probably get going. It’s gonna take me forever to walk back-”

“Walk? You walked here? Walking here from your place takes an hour and a half, and your knee is hurt!” She turns to Steve, pointing her finger at him, “You’re gonna drop her off.”

“Do I even have a choice?” he asks.

“No,” she responds flatly.

He sighs, twirling his keys around his finger, “Okay then, pack it up. Let’s go.” Steve sets the security system, and they start walking towards the exit. In a hurry, you lightly brush your side against the counter. The alarm covers your hiss of pain, but you still check to make sure they didn’t hear anything.

Relieved, you walk out the door and into the warm night.

#stranger things #skirts and mary jane #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #humor #humour #stupid #my writing #series

[anieswrld]

baby i’m yours e.m

Eddie munson x f!sinclair! reader

wc: 3.7k

warnings: reader is apart of hellfire, she DM’s with eddie, he doesn’t care what the little shits have to say, a little angst, eddie overthinking like he does, smoking, drug use, smut, overstimulation, squirting, praise kink (kinda), unprotected sex (be safe!)

a/n: black!reader gets eddie into michael jackson, argue with the fucking wall + enjoy the read <3

don’t steal, translate or, copy my work! reblogs are appreciated!

You sat at your designated lunch table, the hellfire club table. You poked the nasty school lunch with your fork, listening to whatever rant Eddie was on about. You only paid attention when he mentioned something about the meeting tonight.

“What do you mean Lucas can’t make it?” Eddie looked at Dustin and Mike, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. You already figured he wasn’t going to make it, you’re his sister after all but, you weren’t going to be the one to tell your over dramatic boyfriend that. 

“Well, me and Mike asked him about it– he has the championship game going on, we thought we could postpone..” Dustin speaks slowly,  eyes clenched shut, preparing for whatever the club members were going to spit at him. 

You roll your eyes at the yelling that rises from your friends, slamming your hands on the table. “Okay idiots, shut up! Me and Eddie have been working on this campaign for literal months. We can’t postpone, so dumb and dumber, you have the job to find a sub.” The boys looked at each other before looking at you.

“That means go find one! Now, idiots!” You pointed towards the cafeteria door, sending them on their wild goose chase. 

After they surprisingly won the sadistic campaign that you and Eddie drew up, the sub being your little sister Erica, you joined Eddie at his trailer to smoke a well earned joint. 

“Nice job today sweetheart.” He smiled, licking the paper to seal the joint. 

You sit up on your elbows, raising an eyebrow. “At lunch or the campaign?” 

He shrugs, chuckling softly. “Both I guess, without you I wouldn’t have been able to even bring vecna back into the campaign, that idea was all yours.” 

He passes you the lit joint, watching as you take the longest drag he’s ever seen you take, his deep brown eyes widen as you exhale without coughing. “Damn, wouldn’t have taken you as a person with sturdy lungs, princess.” 

You smile, passing it back to him, shrugging your shoulders, almost mockingly. “I smoke as much as I can, the guy I pick up from has this boat house he lets me smoke at, if i’m deeply in need.” 

Eddie stands up,clapping his hands dramatically, mouth wide open. He could be mad that you buy your weed from someone else, instead he’s happily surprised you both buy from the same guy. 

“Reefer Rick! He’s my supplier! Small world angel, small fucking world.” He smiles down at you, kissing your cheek. He’s still unsure how he never knew that you bought your drugs from Rick instead of him, but he’s not mad.

In that moment he remembers why he’s madly in love with you. He loves hanging out with you after school and after Hellfire Club and he promised himself he wouldn’t fall so hard when you started hanging out. Yet, here he is watching you with hearts in his eyes as you ramble on about how you met Rick in the first place. You had the boy completely whipped for you and you knew it.

His daydreaming gets cut terribly short when you remind him you need to be home, he simply nods, grabbing his van keys and leading you out to his beloved car. You usually stay the night at his place but lately you’ve been rushing to go home after every smoke sesh. He’s a bit nervous as to why you never stay out long anymore but he shakes it off, keeping his eyes on the road. 

He didn’t say much on the way to your house, Metallica playing extremely low for Eddie's taste, something he only does when you’re in the car because you can’t stand it when the music is blasting so loud you can’t hear your thoughts. He also doesn’t want to piss off your father by blasting that shit down your block. 

He says goodbye and all when he drops you off but drives home very lost with his thoughts. He doesn’t want to assume that you’re getting sick of him, but with his brain going at one hundred miles an hour constantly, he can’t help but overthink. 

His head is spinning so much that when he gets home, he actually throws up. After he brushes his teeth and strips to his boxers for bed, he glances at the walkie talkie you gave him in case he ‘misses you when you go’. God, he can hear it in your mocking tone, which makes him smile. But, he does actually miss you so he picks the device up and pulls the antenna up. 

“The freak to the princess, do you copy?” When you don’t answer right away he goes to put it back on his nightstand, assuming you went to bed, but at the last second he hears your voice. 

“The princess copies, sorry babe I was washing my face, what’s up?” Your voice was so soft and sweet, like, he could get a toothache from hearing it.

“Just wanted to talk to you, seems like you’ve been rushing to get home lately, is everything cool?” He sits back on his bed, back hitting the poster covered wall behind him, he bites his lip waiting for your answer.

You let out a sigh, sitting at your desk. “My dad’s on one of his warpaths, making sure I’m on track for graduation. He’s okay with us, that's not the problem,  I just have to keep up on school you know?”

He laughs, “I failed twice, I do know princess. And what do you mean by ‘he's okay with us” He says with a slight attitude, like your dad approving of him would have anything to do with you being with him. You weren’t one to listen or follow rules and he knows that. He doesn’t mean to be short with you but his brain was making him think you didn’t want to be with him anymore.

“Oh! He’s okay with us dating and such. He was happy to hear that you’re a good boyfriend, well after Lucas convinced him you weren’t ‘worshiping the devil’ or something like that.” You laughed, and he smiled for a second at the sweet sound, but then he remembers you totally blowing him off lately and his smile falters. If you listened just close enough you could hear his heart shatter, just a little though. He kept his cool though, not wanting to worry you or start a fight. 

“Well, sweetheart, don’t want you to get in trouble for talking to me all night, get some sleep, love you.” He mumbles, waiting for you to say it back to him before turning the walkie off. He doesn’t even fall asleep right away, he just stares off into space. 

The next few weeks were worse than awkward, you would try to plan the next campaign with him and he’d act distant or irritated. He was never like that with you, he had an especially soft spot for you so, you were lost. You desperately needed to know what stick was shoved up your boyfriends ass recently because everytime the other members would ask about the new campaign you couldn’t give them any answers because of the lack of work you’ve actually been doing. Plus, it was making you pissed off that he was acting like this. 

You sat at the abandoned table in the woods with him, trying to figure out his plans for this campaign but he had his walkman on and up all the way. You resorted to ripping his headphones right off, which the long haired boy didn’t react well to. 

“What the fuck?! I was listening to that!” His voice was full of venom, something that you never hear from him, you flinched when he reacted the way he did because he’d never yell, not at you. He didn’t want to be rude, not to you, but he’s fully convinced that you’ve been purposely ditching him which makes him unreasonably pissed off. 

“Okay, Munson. What the hell is your problem? These last few weeks you’ve been acting like I kicked your puppy.” You stood, arms almost flailing with your rant. “What’s your problem? And what the fuck did I do to deserve the shitty attitude lately?”

He sighs, looking at you. “It’s not that I’m trying to be a dick, it’s not that.” 

You furrow your brows, “Then what the hell is your issue? These past few weeks you’ve been incredibly short with me. If I did nothing, what’s up?”

“You’ve been blowing me off and I feel like you’re sick of me.” He sighs, rubbing his face with his hands. When the words leave his lips he now confirms how dramatic he’s being.

You nod, sitting back down, a little confused. “What? Eds, baby, I’m not sick of you. My dad just wants to make sure I’m not out every night. I promise.” You say, taking his hand into yours, your eyes telling him that you’re being genuine. 

He kisses your hand softly, pulling away for a second, “Okay princess I believe you.” He smiles, going back to kissing your hand.

You giggle, pulling your hand away.  “Okay can we please finish the next campaign? Mike is riding my ass about it and I may punch him if he asks about it again.” 

“Yeah let’s get started, sweetheart.” He grabs his notebook and starts jotting down any ideas you give him. 

After you spend about two weeks finishing the campaign, you’ve been so busy with homework that you haven’t had time to go see Eddie, which pains you a little bit. You sit on your bed, fiddling with the walkie wondering if you should try to reach him. You decide against it, putting it down and going back to the homework from today that you’ve barely touched since you got home. 

After you finally finish all of your work your dad stops at your open door, knocking to get your attention. “Me and your mother are going out, watch over Erica for us? Lucas is at Mikes.” 

You nod, smiling, “Of course dad, have a good time.” Once you hear them leave, you check on your sister, who’s doing just fine before going back to your room, you hear your walkie make some noise so you pick it up and pull the antenna out. You assumed it was your brother trying to reach you since he’s been calling you nonstop on the landline.

“Jesus, what do you need now?” You scoff and hear a dramatic gasp that did not belong to your brother. 

“Oh sweetheart, you wound me.” You can see the shit eating grin on Eddie's face, you know him too well.

You chuckle softly as you roll onto your stomach, “Sorry Eds, thought you were Lucas, he’s being a little shit tonight.” 

“Ah got it, I was wondering if you were busy tonight?” He asks with a hopeful twinge to his voice. 

You pout glancing at Erica's room before answering him, “Sorry I’m on Erica duty tonight, Lucas and my parents are out. Did you need somethin’ baby?”

“Oh just your pretty face and about two joints. Haven't met up since Hellfire, so I’ve been missing you a little.” You hear him start his van, probably to get beer or something. 

“I’ve been missing you too, but I can't leave Erica and I still have a shit ton of homework to finish.” You whine, sitting up, starting to pace around your room. 

“Oh honey,” He sighs, “Lady applejack can handle herself for a few hours, can’t she?” He asks, a playful tone in his voice as he sits in his van. 

You bite your lip, walking to Erica's room pushing the door fully open. “Hey Erica, will you be good here alone for a few hours?” You forget that your finger is still on the button, which makes Eddie able to hear everything. 

You anxiously await your sister's answer, watching her turn to look at you. “I’ll be okay alone for fifty dollars.” She holds her hand out, waiting patiently. 

“Fifty dollars? Are you fucking serious, how about thirty?” You negotiate, giving her the stern look your mom would’ve given her. 

She thinks for a moment, tapping her fingers on her leg, “Fine, if mom and dad come home and I have to cover for your ass it goes up to fifty. Got it?” You smile, fishing the money from your pocket and handing it to her. 

“You got it, I’ll take you and Tina to the movies and dinner next week, extra for your kind actions.” You smile, closing her door a little, walking back to your room. You sit on your bed putting the walkie up to your mouth again.

“I’m in the clear Eds, you can come get me.” Your grin hasn’t left your lips as you pull on a hoodie and some different shorts. 

“Oh I heard you angel, you paid an eleven year old thirty bucks to hang out with little old me?” He laughs, almost mocking you. 

“Shut up Munson. Are you almost here? I somehow miss that stupidly handsome face for yours.” You retort, walking down to the living room to wait for him. 

“Oh sweetheart, you know you miss me more than you let on. By the way, I’m already on your block, you were coming with me no matter what Erica said.” He turns the walkie off as he pulls up to your house, you do the same with yours, practically running outside and hopping in his van. 

When you get in you don’t hear the same ‘Metallica’ or ‘Ozzy’ that’s usually playing. Instead you hear Micheal Jackson's, Pretty Young Thing playing softly, you totally forgot your cassette in his van when you left your Walkman a few weeks back. 

You smile softly looking at him. “You’re playing my tape?” You grab his hand that’s not on the steering wheel, kissing his knuckles.

“Um I- yeah, we always listen to my music, so I wanted to switch it up I guess. Plus, Michael’s growin’ on me. How does this one go, honey?” He starts, looking over at you before turning the volume up and singing along terribly, “I want to love you, pretty young thing, you need some lovin’!”

“T.L.C,” You chime in with him, “Tender love and care!” 

“And I’ll take you there, girl, ooh!” You finish together when he pulls up to lovers lake, turning the volume down. 

You laugh, looking into his soft brown eyes as his lips curl up into a smile. “Munson, I never played this one for you, you learned this on your own? For me?” You ask as his hand cups your cheek. 

“It’s pretty catchy, sweetheart. Anything you like, I will most likely love. I’ll love it because you do.” He chuckles, kissing your lips for a second, when he tries pulling away you pull him back into a deeper kiss. 

“I’ve been so busy lately, I need you Eds.” You aren’t even sure what you mean necessarily, but he does. 

“Climb in the back, pretty.” He motions to the back of his van that you decorated with carpet, lights and a few posters. You climb to the back, way more effortlessly than you did the first few dates you had in the back of the van. He follows, laying beside you, running his hand up your thigh. He notices your thigh quiver as his calloused fingers feather up your thigh. 

“Tell me what you want me to do, angel. How can I help?” He whispers in your ear, kissing the skin under it softly. 

You want to speak, you know what you want to say but all that comes out is a quiet whimper, to which Eddie shakes his head at. “I said tell me, did I not? Use your words, sweetheart.” 

You look up at him when he pulls his face away from your neck, you bite your lip before meeting his request for you to vocalize his needs. “I want– I need you to touch me, please?” 

He runs his fingers over your cunt which is covered by a pair of very annoying shorts and panties in his opinion, “So polite, how could I ever resist?” He smirks before taking your shorts and panties down in one go. He gently spreads your legs running his thumb over your clit, making your whole body shudder. He teasingly slips the tip of his fingers in your entrance. 

“So wet and I’ve barely touched you, missed me that bad, princess?” He chuckles, finally slipping his fingers all the way in, curling in a delicious way that makes your back arch in delight. 

“Fuck Eds– please don’t stop.” You moan out needily, moving your hips to meet his fingers. He continues to tease your clit with his thumb, admiring how cute you look under him. He also admires how you clench around his fingers when he thrusts his fingers at his cruel pace. 

He lifts your chin up to look at him with his free hand. “Oh angel,” he starts with a smile completely opposite to how his fingers moved, “I wasn’t planning on it.”

You whimper out incoherent words, already feeling fucked out. Eddie was the only person that made you feel this good. He made your body shake with every orgasm he rips from your body. 

“Eddie please–I’m cumming– fuck!” You nearly shouted as you came around his ring clad fingers, he pulled them out with a smile, putting them to your lips. “Taste yourself baby, c’mon.” He urged, watching you intently as you sucked on his fingers, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Mmm,” You whine in delight after tasting yourself, he takes his fingers out of your mouth, fishing in his pocket for a condom. He sighs when he realizes he didn’t have one, looking at you. “M’sorry princess, I forgot to bring one.”

You sit up a little, looking into his eyes with that look that makes him do almost anything you request. “Cum inside me Eds. I’m on birth control. Please, haven’t felt you inside in ages.”

He groans, fumbling with his belt, eventually getting it off along with his jeans. “Sweetheart, when you ask like that, how could I ever say no?” He smiles, ridding of his boxers and trademark hellfire shirt. He rubs his tip along your entrance, smiling at how needy you sound for him.

“Eddie please, want it so bad, been touchin’ myself thinking about it, please.” You beg and fuck he can’t deny you when you let him in on what you’ve been doing when you can’t see him. He slides his cock in, earning a gasp from you, something Eddie never gets tired of when he fucks you. He grips your hips hard enough to leave marks from his rings. 

He starts off slow and hard, groaning softly. He can’t help but get lost in the sound of your moans every time he thrusts into you. You almost blush at the pornographic sound of your cunt everytime he moves. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, such a pretty pussy all wet f’me hm?” He groans as he leans down to kiss your neck. 

“Mhm, only for you Eds, all yours…” You breathe out as he speeds up, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder so he’s fucking you much deeper than before. 

“Feel how deep I am baby? Tell me how good I’m fucking you baby…” He moans out, sucking multiple marks onto your neck.

“So– fuck– so good baby, fuckin’ me so good.” You pull on his hair, whimpering out nonsense about how close you were, and with that mouth of yours, he was too. 

He’s fucking into you so fast that his van is rocking, he groans, playfully biting your calf. “C’mon baby, cum f’me, wanna see you cum on my cock angel.” He insists, your body spasms and your back arches as you gush around him, leaving his stomach and your thighs wet with your release. 

“Holy fucking shit baby– fuck i’m cumming.” He doesn’t have time to process what just happened before he’s spilling into you with a deep groan. Once you both come down from your euphoric highs, he carefully pulls out, using an extra hellfire shirt to wipe you both off. He helps you get dressed after he does, kissing your shoulders. 

“Did so good, angel. You alright?” He asks, cupping your cheeks in his hands. 

You nod, looking up at him. “Mhm, I'm okay, that was really…good.” You giggle, kissing him quickly. 

“Didn’t know my dick was good enough to make you cum like that though, sweetheart.” He smiles, opening the door to his van and lighting a cigarette. 

You climb out so your standing in between his legs, rolling your eyes at how blunt and cocky he was. “Oh shut up, Munson.” 

“Only if you kiss me, then yes, I will be quiet as a mouse.” He smiles at you as you lean in and kiss him softly. The sweet moment was cut off by your little sister yelling on the walkie. 

“You are in deep shit! I covered for you so well, I want one hundred bucks or I’m telling dad everything!” As you hear your sister shout at you, your eyes widen.

“Shit, I forgot about Erica.” You sigh as Eddie laughs softly. 

You arrive home shortly after Erica's outburst, walking in your house. You saw your parents in the kitchen smiling at you. 

“Was Lucas okay? Erica said you had to go over there.” Your mom spoke softly, you were very conflicted at Erica’s lie, but didn’t blow your cover. 

“Yeah they needed some snacks, It took awhile because the only store open this late was a town over, I brought my walkie so Erica could reach me if she needed me.” You smile, saying goodnight to your parents before walking to your room, shutting your door softly.

You lay on your stomach calling Eddie on the channel he reserved for you. “Edward Munson. You better fucking copy.” 

“The princess beckons?” He asks, toying with his hair.

“Erica's cover worked, but my dad totally caught the hickeys you left.” You whisper yell, you wanted to tell him off in person, but this couldn’t wait. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry baby, but I’m really not.” He chuckles, waiting for your response.

“You’re so lucky I love you Eddie.” You seethe over the walkie, rolling your eyes.

“Yes, yes I am.”

#eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson 18+ #eddie munson smut #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x female reader #eddie my love #eddie x reader #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stanger things #reblog<3 #comment<3

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Top 10 Worst Cartoon Villains

#10. The Beast (Over The Garden Wall): A series full of so much potential, Over The Garden Wall's biggest disappointment besides the world building and characters is its villain. The Beast is built up as this dark, evil spirit, when in reality he's just all bark and no bite. Whenever he's on screen, he comes off like a lesser version of the Lich from Adventure Time with lackluster abilities, a weak motivation and is defeated rather anticlimactically.

#9. Harold Smith (The Powerpuff Girls): The Powerpuff Girls has a bunch of memorable and iconic villains in their rogues gallery. Harold Smith, as well as his wife and kids, is NOT one of them. In addition to a petty motivation, he isn't at all threatening, his costume looks like it was thrown together at the last minute, and he doesn't even succeed in his plan. The only reason why the girls didn't just beat the tar out of him is because his wife wanted a perfect dinner. And no, the sequel episode that involves his family isn't much better.

#8. Hervnick Z. Snerz (Green Eggs and Ham): While Green Eggs and Ham makes for a good show for the most part, the one major critique I have is that the main villain is nothing but a pompous brat. Snerz is egotistical, whiney, lazy, and selfish, but above all that, he's just not funny or interesting. Not onces throughout the entire show does he become a villain we love to hate, but rather an annoying detour from the main plot. His backstory does nothing to make him sympathetic or interesting as it just further proves how selfish and nasty he is.

#7. Griselle Grande (Polly Pocket): This creepy old broad wants the power of Polly's locket, but what she really needs is to get a life. She's an incompetent, egotistical, and creepy woman who can't come up with the most basic of plans to get a stinking locket. Not once does Griselle's efforts get a laugh and the fact that her granddaughter, Gwen, even helps her despite being dumber than a sack of peanuts is actually pathetic.

#6. Lee, Marie, and May Kanker (Ed, Edd, n Eddy): It's no secret that the Kankers bring Ed, Edd, n Eddy down with their mere existence. In addition to ruining the Eds' scams, they also frequently make out with the Eds without consent. They're also the apotheosis to the rest of cast as they're not funny, they're not quotable, and they're not interesting. No wonder they don't have any fans.

#5. Dragon (Skunk Fu): As a big fan of dragons, I would be all giddy to watch a show where the dragon is the main villain. Unfortunately, Skunk Fu is too terribly written to make Dragon an interesting villain. In addition to having such a rushed and pathetic backstory, Dragon does nothing but sit in his cave doing nothing but bark orders at his lackies. Nothing about him screams intimidating or powerful, just pathetic.

#4. Dr. Otomo Kamikazi II (Robotboy): Some evil genius he is. Dr. Kamikazi constantly fails to capture Robotboy and what's worse is he never once thinks to make his own robot if he's so smart. He also has a weak motivation, a very exaggerated accent, and no real menace to him. He's just an embarrassing loser that's too stubborn to admit that he's not as smart as he thinks he is.

#3. Hawk Moth (Miraculous Ladybug): If this guy wants the powers of Ladybug and Cat Noir so much, why doesn't he get them himself? I'll tell you why: because he's a weak, lazy, incompetent villain! He'd rather send his Akuma butterflies to corrupt petty losers to do his dirty work and they always fail. He's just a pathetic bore of a villain that never once gets his hands dirty.

#2. Teamo Supremo's Rogues Gallery (Teamo Supremo): It's impossible to choose just one lousy villain from this stupid show, as they all have the same problem. They petty villains with lame gimmicks, 3 useless lackies, and they're not the least bit threatening. One of them is just a guy who makes fun of people and another is your typical Karen. Teamo Supremo has the worst line of villains in cartoons and it would've been Number 1 on my list, if it wasn't for...

#1. Lloyd Garmadon (Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu): ...THIS obnoxious little punk! Lloyd is the embodiment of all the previous entries. He's petty, he's stupid, he's lazy, he's egotistical, and he's such an embarrassment! All he does is bark orders to the snake peopke to commit childish crimes and as such he wastes the time of the heroes and the audience! He's such a bad villain that I could care less about his redemption and how he becomes a mainstay. All I want is for this kid to be shipped to Timbuktu and NEVER comeback!

Conclusion: These villains are so bad in their portrays, they make sitting through the show frustrating everytime they're on screen. Dishonerable mentions go to PAL from The Mitchells vs The Machines (just another vengeful A.I. in a sea full of them), Maximums I.Q. from Atomic Betty (a very generic villain in a very badly made cartoon), and Dio from JoJo's Bizarre Adventures (he's not even fun to talk about, that's how bad of a villain he is). Do you agree with my picks? What are some of your least favorite villains? Let me know down in the comments and I'll see you next time ;)

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[buckybeardreams]

“Don’t worry about it, Buckley, you don’t have to get it. That’s why you have me to tell you what’s right and what’s wrong.”

Buck felt embarrassed but also a great amount of relief that Eddie was willing to be so patient with him, to explain things to him when he was too dumb to get it for himself.

Ooo you have set this up perfectly for Eddie to mold Buck into his perfect submissive little boy. Like the more comfortable Buck gets the smaller and “dumber” he gets and just gives more and more control up to Eddie because obviously Eddie knows best for him. He’s daddy after all. The latest chapter was amazing and I can only imagine their play time becoming more and more now with Eddie rightfully guiding and molding his baby boy as he sees fit. I was curious after that other post when you said you new exactly how you wanted Eddie to introduce diapers into the mix and I admit i was curious to see how you’d manage to get buck to agree to it but this right here answered my question. Perfect set up for Daddy does know best and Bucks learning and accepting that. (Though Bobby seems to be doing a little 👀 so I’m curious how Eddie gets him to back off them)

I am curious though because I think it was back in chapter 1 or 2 when Eddie was musing to himself about also turning Buck into his perfect little submissive house wife on top of being his good little boy. Even thought about buying him the frilly apron. Are we going to see more of that aspect too? I can only imagine the blush on Bucks face as Eddie coos and treats him like such a good little wife. Dinners on the table. Greeting kisses when Eddie gets home. The delighted joy Eddie would probably get from seeing buck all embarrassed and shy and confused but just going along with it because again it’s Eddie. Not to mention I can picture your amazing version of dark Eddie wanting that control over adult Buck just like the other aspects of Buck. Either way keep up the great work and can’t wait to see what happens next!

Right?? Isn't that perfect! The dumbification of Buck is definitely well on its way now and it's definitely laying the groundwork for Eddie to be able to get Buck to do whatever he wants and, um, also totally thought I responded to this but apparently, I keep starting to respond to things, and then they end up in my drafts and I forget about them lol

As for Buck becoming Eddie's sub, I think it's only natural that Buck would fill the roles of mother and wife for the Diaz boys, so it's likely we will see him playing that perfect housewife role for Eddie

I'm like obsessed with the idea of Buck feeling like flustered about it but not questioning it, letting Eddie treat him like his trophy wife and show him off. He cooks and cleans like the perfect housewife, and if it were up to Eddie, he would probably make Buck a stay-at-home mom lol

But seriously, Eddie would one hundred percent want to control every part of Buck's life! He definitely will not be satisfied just having control over their play and will push for control over everything. He wants to be the one making the decisions, he wants Buck to have a thought and turn to Eddie to find out if it's true or not, right or not, allowed or not. Like what Eddie wants is very extreme and he's definitely not gonna get everything he wants cuz Buck would never give up being a firerfighter, not even for Eddie, but he's gonna get something real close

Also Buck loves to be praised and loves to please Eddie, but he hates disappointing him because it triggers his fear that if he's not good enough Eddie will leave him. So I think all it would take is like one off hand comment from Eddie about the house being a mess or Buck being lazy for Buck to feel the need to prove himself by cleaning house or something lol

Honestly, i think Buck feeling a need to prove himself to Eddie will be a reoccurring theme, cuz i feel like Buck would feel the need to constantly prove he's good, to prove that he can take anything Eddie gives, that he won't ever back down. Like if Eddie wanted to torture his nipples until he was sobbing through an orgasm or something that Buck wouldn't really enjoy but he'd totally let Eddie do to him anyway, it would almost be a challenge, something Buck would probably view as something to overcome and endure just to please his daddy

So yeah, I imagine we will see some sub Buck! I also definitely want Eddie to get Buck a frilly apron at some point!

#buddie #asks #daddy eddie verse

[grey-water-colors]

Our Word

Eddie Munson X afab! Reader

Feeling angsty and I'm obsessed with Eddie. This is a song fic, kinda dipping my toes in the water for writing for him. This is based on Our Word by Jessie Shelton. I have manipulated these lyrics to mean what I want them to. I will most very likely write a second part to this.

Link to the song: https://youtu.be/JUoX5EAxF34

Summary: A new life, with a new name, comes with heavy burdens of lies and secrets, but the truth always comes forward.

Pairing: Eddie Munson X afab! Reader

Warnings: Suicide mention. Almost dying. ANGST. Mentions of cheating. Mentions of death.

Word Count: 1,777

Masterlist

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I had prided myself on keeping secrets, big ones, and little ones. I never told a soul. Everyone has secrets too, even me. The town of Hawkins doesn’t need to know my secrets though, so like all other secrets, I keep it close to my chest.

Secrets can eat at you though, like a lie. I’ve told my share of lies too, but I learned how to very early in life.

When I was a little girl Like really little, like 8 or so I was playing in my father's study A place in the house I wasn't supposed to go My father fancied himself a sailor His study was filled with nautical decor He kept a boat in a bottle on the top of a shelf And it shattered on the ground when I slammed the door

My father was a man of few words, but all about image. Now that I know what I know, my mother was also very obsessed with image. Never a hair out of place, or an emotion to show. As a child though, my father was mean and neglectful, and my mother was the one who listened. This was the beginning of my lies and my secrets. I told my mother everything I told her I was so, so sorry She told me, "don't cry When he comes home tonight We can make everything okay This is all we have to say "We don't remember a boat in a bottle It must've fallen off its shelf alone We know you loved it, we're so sad it's broken But neither one of us was even home" And it's our word Yes, our word Against his

My life in Hawkins was peaceful. I showed up one day, a rouge 18-year-old with nothing to tell of a life before. Very small, which suited my needs. I was content not talking to anyone, but that proved to be nigh impossible.

The funny thing about no-one knowing who you are, is I could be anyone. I could be who I always wanted and hoped to be.

New apartment.

New wardrobe.

New name.

New life.

But the past can haunt you. So I hid screw-ups from my father Made up school awards to please my mom Whatever made the steak taste better Whatever kept the waters calm I was told to keep their secrets And in turn they'd keep mine As I got older, I got dumber I couldn't help but cross the line

I was sure that Hawkins would never find out my past. My new friends didn’t ask. A job at a cheap movie theater and renting movies for half-price from my friends.

And weed from the person who held my life together. Eddie was quite possibly the best thing that has ever happened to me. Patient and kind, and someone I could spend all day looking at. Best friends with benefits and hoping for more. I was a lost puppy following him around when we first met. The high from weed is nice, but the giddy high I get from being around him is by far more addicting.

I know he’s curious, dying actually, to know my secrets. Which is why I’m stuck pining after him instead of dating him. Lies of omission are still lies and partners don’t keep secrets.

If only he knew… Three times I nearly wrecked my life Three times I nearly came to ruin Three times went crying to my parents Who said they'd make it go away Yes, this is all we had to say

I was sure that I was done with them, that I could just live under their roof until I graduated, but things got messy during a rouge vacation. A broken heart and broken truths. No one got the whole truth that day, not even my parents. Still, they pulled through for me, a secret keeper in my own right.

I swore I would never love someone again, it only lead to more secrets and lies. "We never rented a house in Sedona We didn't see Camille the day she died We haven't been on our boat in some years now So we don't care what you found inside" And it's our word Yes, our word It's our word Yes, our word Against theirs

I loved that boy, even after he cheated. Drugs will make you do things that bring out the dark in you. Camille was so innocent, and due to my incompetence, dead. I didn’t kill her, not physically. She also loved him and her seeing me, well, it broke her. She jumped and I was so out of it that I couldn’t do anything. Somebody was paid to make it go away Everyone was paid to make the problems go away Doesn't matter who gets screwed, or who is blamed Or what you need to do to clear your name An inconvenient truth can be easily erased

I made a plan then. A lie so big, so thorough, that my parents must play along. Save face. I graduated. I moved out to a place and lost myself for a bit.

I say it was to spite my parents. I want to believe that so badly, but in the end, the truth always surfaces.

She didn’t deserve to die. I was there. I could have saved her.

And while my name is no longer associated with her, or the accident, it haunts me more than the secrets. More than the lies.

I was running from my guilt, but I was never fast, so it caught me pretty quickly. When I was 18 I was living in New York I developed some fun habits Put my white blood cells to work I remember it so clearly I was home alone on a Tuesday night To level out, I'd popped some downers But couldn't seem to get my mind right I drew a bath and slipped into it And suddenly became aware I couldn't keep my head above water I took a final gasp of air I remember it so clearly. It wakes me up sometimes, that feeling that I’m drowning again. I startle awake in Eddie’s arms, waking him in the process. Even then, when faced with my mortality, I still can’t tell him, a life before, hidden away. Kept close to my heart that beats for him. I usually leave after that, and he never questions it.

I love him, so purely and genuinely. What I’d give to be his, and for him to be mine.

I love the names he had for me. When he’d call me darling, or sweet thing, or any other number of things he calls me. I love it because, if even only for a second, I’m genuine, going by a name that isn’t made up.

I love when he holds me when we’re watching a movie in his trailer. His arm over my shoulder, me tucked perfectly into his side.

I love when he listens to my favorite music even though they aren’t his style in the slightest. How he turns the volume up to scream it while he’s driving, one ringed hand on my knee.

And as I laid there helplessly A million different thoughts came to me

I’m not sure how it occurred to me, but after I resigned my will to life, I thought that somewhere out there I’m depriving someone of a love they were meant to have. That maybe, just maybe, there is someone out there who could love me. Who I didn’t have to keep secrets from or tell lies to. Someone who wouldn’t lie to me. Honesty and trust. That maybe if I couldn’t live with myself, then I could live as someone who I liked enough. Someone who someone loves and then maybe I could love myself.

Now I live a comfortable life. Work at the theater, friends on Monday, DnD spectating on Wednesday, and movies with Eddie on Fridays. The weekend spent however I like.

Tonight though, wrapped in his arms, all I can think about is the lies I've told, and the secret I keep.

I saw my parents hearing the news

"Your only daughter drowned today" I thought about what they might say

I wish I could’ve seen them when my lie had reached them. I wonder sometimes if they mourned, or if they had even cared. I bet on the second, they were probably expecting it.

I thought about what they would do, how the millionaire parents would react to their only child dying. Would it go public? Or would the story die without ever seeing the light of day?

I’d like to say I was ready. Prepared for the possibility that they would play on this. There’s a lot of things I’d like to say.

Like I wasn’t prepared.

Wasn’t prepared to walk into a room with my friends and love reading a newspaper.

Wasn’t prepared to see my picture.

Wasn’t prepared to hear the lie of a lifetime.

Or for my truth to come forward. "Our daughter, Judith? No, she moved to Austin She's very happy there, or so we hear She's always been so goddamned independent The years go by and now we barely see her" "Our daughter, Judith? You must be mistaken You mean the girl we raised as if our own? We loved her so much she felt like our child But eventually we had to send her home"

It's hard to explain to people that knew you as Y/N, was in fact legally born and raised with the name Judith. You weren’t Judith anymore though, you were Y/N. A girl who had a secret past, but didn’t lie.

It’s hard to explain how you ended up in small town Hawkins. It’s hard to explain anything while no one trusts what you say.

It’s even harder to watch the person you love most in the world look so betrayed and hurt, and then walk out on you.

It'd be their word Only their word

In the end you suppose, your parents had made sure that if you were still alive, that you would be known for the liar you were. No amount of money could hide this blunder, and no amount of money could fix how you felt.

Eddie wouldn’t talk to you or look at you for that matter. Your world had fallen apart, from a stupid mistake. A secret and a lie. How foolish to hope he would never find out. How foolish to hope for more.

How foolish to wish for anything anymore.

It'd be their word Only their word On its own

The truth always comes forward

#Eddie Munson #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x afab reader #angst #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #eddie doesn't die #this doesn't follow the plot of the show #I'm making this up

[andvys]

Wow. Just finished part 12 and ... I thought that Eddie would be both Dumb and Dumber in this fic but now Steve has gone and became DUMBEST!

I mean ... they both say that they love her - Eddie that she's the only one for him since he met her and Steve, that he hasn't felt like this for anyone since Nancy ...

And yet they make her apart of some kind of pissing contest?

I felt so bad for reader. Even though she thought it hot and it was a bit of a secret fantasy ... that wasn't Steve and Eddie joining together to make the reader feel good and how much they love her. Like I said, a contest between the two of them of who was 'better'. Poor girl!

They are both such dumb idiots in this fic. I think everyone saw it coming with Eddie but not with Steve because he was doing so well all this time :(

They found a stupid way to show their love for her.... and they will regret it because she is really hurt and upset right now.

#andy’s asks