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flowercrowngods · 3 months

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still on my journey to get better at smut, so uhhhh

chubby!steve fucking eddie at a highschool reunion

(explicit, ca. 1.1k | dom-ish top steve, belly kink, light degradation kink, multiple orgasms, semi-public sex, reunion sex??)

Eddie lets out a high-pitched moan as Steve lifts him off the ground, crowding him against the wall with all that glorious, glorious strength, manhandling Eddie like it’s nothing. If his dick weren’t already painfully hard and throbbing with need, it would be now, trapped as it is against Steve’s belly. It’s the hottest thing Eddie’s ever experienced.

“That what this is, baby?” Steve taunts, slowly grinding against Eddie, the bulge in those preppy-ass pants hot and hard against him.

Eddie moans again, shaking his head in denial even though they both know it’s useless, pointless. He’s been exposed. Quite literally, too.

“You think I’m sexy like this? I make you hard just from looking at me? Don’t think I didn’t see you there, Munson.”

God, the mouth on this man! Eddie never did stand a chance.

“You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid, letting me manhandle you like that. Think I can fuck yon against the wall, Eddie? Hold my dainty little princess up while I fuck all the words right out of your dirty little mouth, hmm?”

Eddie moans again, his hands finding their way into Steve’s hair, tugging and pushing and pulling him closer, closer, closer. He needs more. He needs Steve to do all of that and more. Come inside him, mark him up, let it trail out of him while they return to the gym — or leave him like that for everyone else to see, everyone else who happens to walk by this abandoned classroom in search for some privacy.

It’s been ten years. Ten years since Steve Harrington in all his glory graduated school and left Hawkins behind.

And oh, those years must have been glorious for him if he looks like this now. Bulky. Strong. Magnificent. Like he’s finally grown into that muscle he’s always had and polished it up with some softness.

Eddie was hard the moment he laid eyes on him.

And now here they are — in their old science classroom. If there were any coherent thought left in his mind, he’d make some quip about finally getting some biology lessons.

As it is, though, Steve surges up to claim his lips in a searing, filthy kiss while he divests Eddie of the rest of his clothing.

Eddie is naked now, trapped against the wall by that magnificent bulk of a man who is still fully dressed save for his suit pants being unbuttoned and that white dress shirt open all the way, exposing his hairy chest and tummy. The need to touch him is stronger now than the need to be fucked brainless, and Steve’s groan when Eddie runs his hands up and down those large pecs is absolutely worth the momentary lack of friction.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, unaware of the words leaving his mouth until they find their mark, making Steve falter in his frantic movements.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie swallows. “Always wondered what you’d look like now. Hoped for this.” He trails his hand down the prominent happy trail, all the way to where Steve’s cock is still trapped, leaking against his underwear.

They both moan as Eddie feels him up, gently jerking him as much as the angle allows, and Steve meets his movements with thrusts of his own, which in turn provides friction for Eddie’s throbbing erection.

God, this man is glorious. He wants to shout it from the rooftops.

“That so?” Steve murmurs, hands coming up to Eddie’s hair again, one of them trailing down to his lips. “King Steve was never enough for you, hmm? You wanted more. Always knew you were a greedy little slut, Eddie Munson. Practically begging for it with your little stunts. Wanted my eyes on you, didn’t you? We’re always so stupid for me.”

He moves his hips in a particularly mean thrust that makes Eddie keen, one finger moving past his lips for Eddie to suck while the one in his hair pulls meanly before coming down to his cock, jerking so hard and fast that Eddie’s legs quiver. Not that it matters, with the hold Steve has on him without even using his hands.

Eddie has nowhere to go; one finger in his mouth and a skilled hand on his dick. He doesn’t want to go anywhere. He wants to stay in this moment forever. Wants to tell Steve as much — stupidly — but all that comes out is a series of “Ah—ah—ah—ffffuck!” as the man renders him useless.

“All you had to do was ask,” Steve taunts, condescending in every possible way, and Eddie almost blows his load just then.

“P—Please,” he manages around Steve’s finger in his mouth, and the asshole speeds up. It’s all Eddie can do to shake his head, to whine between his moans and let him know that, No, not like that! “Want you. Need you.”

“You have me,” Steve whispers, his lips touching Eddie’s in an almost-kiss that is so intoxicating Eddie loses all sense of self for a second there.

“Fuck me,” Eddie whines. “Please. F—Fuck me against the wall, fuck the words right, right outta my mouth, fuck— like you said. Like that. Please.”

And oh, Steve does. Prepares him on four fingers until there are no words in Eddie’s brain anymore, clamps his hand over his mouth because “I don’t want anyone to find you just yet, baby. Want you all to myself. Want your cum on my belly and have you clean it up, eat it all like the filthy slut you are.”

He fucks him deeper than anyone’s ever fucked him, leaves him trembling with need even after he’s come twice, splattered Steve’s soft belly with it and almost came a third time just from that vision alone.

“One more, baby,” Steve tells him. “One more for me, then I’m gonna fill you up just like you want it, yeah? Fill you so good, mark you up so everyone knows you spread your legs for the King like my pretty little concubine. My pretty little princess, hmm? You gonna come again for me? Can you be a good boy for me?”

Eddie can. He comes with a muffled shout, adding a third load to Steve’s skin, framed by his otherwise pristine suit in what must be the most obscene vision Eddie’s ever seen.

Steve strokes him through it, gentler now, telling him how proud he is, how good Eddie was for him as he thrusts his hips one, two, three more times before he, too, finds his release in Eddie’s body. Well, in the condom; they’re not stupid. But a man can dream.

And, oh, does he dream. With Steve still inside him, his hips bucking with aftershocks as he buries his face in Eddie’s neck, licking and sucking and biting.

Eddie will always dream of Steve Harrington. Especially after tonight.

was gonna put this in @hotluncheddie’s ask box but then it hit 1k so here we go instead i guess

#steddie fic #steddie #steddie smut #nsft steddie #chubby steve harrington #dio’s smutty ventures #smh look at me posting fic at 3am again #also don’t look at this too hard i’m still practicing dhhdh #this one really has a target audience of one 👀#dio words

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 4 months

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The Almost Breakup

note: short but i'm happy with it

also gonna get back into this story soon also if you have thoughts on this au (or any of my aus) please share i love hearing them <3

y/nupdates

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y/nupdates: Y/n and Isla (Y/n's boyfriend's daughter) out together going out to dinner and seeming very close, and no Eddie in sight

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emails.tour.11: her and isla bonding is so cute

icarly_: Isla is so pretty

Metalhead_: she's such a slut

13taytay: JOJO!! HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?!?!

im.a.mirrorball: in her step-mom era

y/nismyqueen: where are y/n's shoes from?? very very important!

for_our_moony: prada i think, but steve madden makes a more affordable

CorrodedCoffinStan: he is to old for her, and now making her act like a mom to his daughter. disgusting.

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y/nupdates: Y/n was out with her new boyfriend, Eddie Munson's son. They went out to lunch together, and this is the first time we've seen them together.

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dog.loverrr: only 5 years between her and her boyfriends son..

princess.y/n: love seeing her with Leo not just isla

anna.frozen_: my worlds colliding

munson_86: fr been an Eddie fan for years and a Y/n fan since girl meets world

y/nswifey: forever in love with Leo Munson

philly_eagles.fan: i think they should date instead of her and his dad, the age gap is gross

Eddie and Y/n have been together for 6 months now, about the time Eddie’s relationships would end, without the women ever meeting his kids and never any ‘I love you’s. But everything was going well, and though Y/n had met Isla when she met Eddie they had gotten really close, and she had now met Leo and despite all expectations that went well. Y/n and Leo had become friends of sorts. But no matter how happy he was, how happy she made him, Eddie started pulling away. He couldn’t help it. He loved her, yes. Not that he’d told her yet. He loved his kids first, and he has to put them first, always will.

Y/n was now on the international leg of her tour, and they haven’t talked in a while, always seeming to miss each other. This was giving Eddie the space he needs to think about their relationship. Not without zero help from his kids.

“Is Y/n going to come here after her shows in Europe are over?” Isla asked, pushing her vegetables across her plate with her fork, then picking up her knife to saw the broccoli in two.

“Um- I’m not sure, kid.” The man mumbles, hoping Isla will move on after not getting an answer.

“Why not?”

“Isla-”

“Can you ask-”

“Isla! Finish your dinner, or if you're done take your plate to the kitchen.” Sighing, Isla got up grabbing her plate to the kitchen and stomping upstairs to her room. After hearing the slamming the teens door, Eddie gets up to start loading the dishwasher. Leo, who was over for dinner, like he often did, walked over to his dad, placing his plate next to the sink. Then rounding the island, to sit at a bar stool.

“So.. What’s with your attitude?” This causes Eddie to look up from his task, giving his son a look that could kill.

“Leo, we're not talking about this.”

“No. We have to. I don’t know what’s wrong with you. You get so sensitive everytime we mention Y/n lately. Are you not talking? Please don’t break up with this one, I actually like her.”

“Leo. I ca-”

“No. You love her! And I guess that scares you, because every relationship you’ve had since mom has had this 6 month timer and that timer has gone off, and you're not ready. Or it scares you that she’s so close to us. And that if you ever break up Isla would be heartbroken.”

Eddie takes a moment, thinking over what Leo has said, and scarily accurate it is, and since when was Leo that smart?

“Leo?... Could you stay here with Isla for a few days?”

“Yeah.” Leo says, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Here Y/n was sitting in her hotel in Paris, staring at her phone, looking at a voicemail Eddie had left. It’s time. He’s going to break up with her; she just knows it. Her and Leo went out a couple weeks ago and he had let slip of Eddie’s 6 month timer on relationships, of course that was followed with Leo’s reassurance that he could feel she was different. But that didn’t cure her anxiety.

Because since she left for tour, they haven’t talked, like Eddie has been avoiding her. She had written a break-up song about him for fucks sake, they’re not even broken up yet. But now he was going to break up with her, over a voicemail at that.

Ripping the band-aid off, Y/n finally presses play on the voicemail.

“Hey, Y/n-” God her first name, it’s really happening “-um, I have a lot of this to say, but I can’t say it over the phone. So I’ll talk to you later. I care about you. I know it hasn’t felt like it, and that’s part of what I need to talk about. I just need you to remember that. I care about you. Okay. Bye.”

At least he was planning on letting her down easy. Guess that’s a plus. Pouring herself a glass of wine from the overpriced display hotels have, Y/n sits down at the dining table, staring at the abstract painting across from her. After what felt like an hour of staring, which in actuality it was 10 minutes, the young woman hears the click of the hotel door. It startles her back into a conscious state, wondering why her assistant Andrea, the only other person with a key card, was entering her room at this hour.

“Andrea?” Turning the corner, Y/n comes face to face with the older, taller man. “Eds… Wha- what are you doing here?”

“Did you not get my voicemail?” He asks, as if that voicemail held any answers.

“Yeah, but.. It was pretty vague.” Her reply caused Eddie to smile.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I was in a rush. Packing, getting the jet ready.” Silence came over the two. Awkward silence. The couple had never been in awkward silence for the entirety of their relationship, always talking, never a pause in their banter. They had comfortable silence at night, staring into each other's eyes. But never was it awkward between them.

“You’ve been avoiding my calls.”

“I’ve been avoiding your calls.” The two spoke at the same time, before Eddie continues, “I’m sorry. It’s just- Ever since my relationship with my ex-wife, my relationships have had this 6 month lifespan. And when they get close to 6 months I get ready to end things.” Here it comes the ‘it’s not you, it’s me and my commitment issues’ “But that didn’t happen with you.” Oh. “With you, you met Isla and Leo no woman I’ve been with has gotten there, and they like you! And that’s fucking scarry. So the thought of us ever breaking up and what that would do to Isla.. It killed me, so I wanted to get ahead of it, y’know break up with you before she got even more attached, but I couldn’t so I just avoided you. Which was the wrong choice because that just caused you and me more pain. So.. I came here to tell you that.. I love you. And you don’t have to say it back, but I need you to know that I’m in, and this relationship it’s not just you and me anymore, my kids are in this. And I have to think about them and I need to know that you will also think about them.”

Throughout that long winded explanation, all Y/n could think about is that Eddie is not breaking up with her, and that he loves her. He, Eddie Munson, playboy, rock legend loved her.

“Eds, I love you too.” After she said the three little magic words, Eddie leaps towards her, his lips smashing against hers. Their lips moving in sync, Eddie’s tongue tempting her lips to widen, to allow his tongue and hers to fight for dominance. Y/n’s lips grant Eddie’s tongue entrance while Eddie has her distracted by his tongue, his hands slip downwards to her thighs gripping them for support to lift the woman onto the dining table, leaning her back and lifting his lips from hers to be able to talk once again. The disconnection of their lips leave the couple breathless, panting, and staring into eachothers eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The couple wake up the next morning, sunlight seeping through the sheer curtains, legs tangled together, Y/n moving to put her cold feet on Eddie’s legs to warm them.

“Ah! Get your feet off me. They’re cold.” Eddie mumbles into his hair, before turning his body to face Y/n, he was the little spoon last night.

“I know! That’s why I want you to warm them.” The short woman says in a ‘duh’ tone. Wiggling her feet between his calves, Eddie grabs her ankles, moving onto his back and pulling her to straddle him. Her bare core, resting on his v-line, as the two were still naked from last night's activities.

“Hi.”

“Hi, darling.”

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.” The older man brings his hand to his girl's jaw, his thumb rubbing back and forth on her cheek.

“I love you.” This causes Eddie to let out a deep chuckle, as the two have said this about 30 times since he first did last night.

“I love you too.”

“So.. Now that we’re in love or whatever.” “‘Whatever’” “I want you to meet my parents… In a couple months when I get a break from tour. What do you think about that?” Y/n was worried about asking Eddie this, it felt so juvenile, but Eddie has never once made her feel bad about their age gap, one of the many things she loved about him.

“I would love to. And in the summer, I would really love you coming with me and the kids to Hawkins, meet my uncle and my hometown friends?”

“I would love to meet the man that raised my amazing man. I’ll have to thank him y’know. A lot.”

“Of course, he did a great job.”

“Oh shut up. I also really want to meet your friends. What are they like?”

“Well theirs the Hellfire boys, Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Will. They’re a couple years younger than me, all married, all have kids. Mike and Will are married, they adopted a few. Then there’s Steve. He has a kid Leo’s age.. Then Robin, she got married to this girl from high school, Vicky, me and Steve totally got them together but she won’t admit it. They’re all great, and I can’t wait for you to meet them.”

“I want to go to.. Italy. Have you been?”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

“I’ve always wanted to go.”

“I’ll take you.”

The two have been laying on their backs staring at the ceiling, talking all about the places they’ve been and want to go. The couple haven't left the bed all day, just to go to the bathroom, and Eddie once to grab them food, all while still naked, just how they liked it.

“I wrote a breakup song about you.. Before everything, when I thought we were going to break up.” She added the last part quickly after her pause.

“Anything bad about me?” Eddie asks, clearly making a joke out of it, something Y/n was thankful for, he could always tell when she needed him to be serious and when she needed him to be jokey, another thing she loved about him.

“No, of course not. Just about how it would be super hard for me if we did break up.”

“Then good thing we didn’t.” He says, pressing his lips gently against hers.

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edens-pen · 2 years

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𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗻 (𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲?) | 𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸!𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

summary | part of being eddie’s best friend means knowing what’s best for him, even when he doesn’t. his new girlfriend? definitely not what best for him, in fact, it’d be your pleasure to get rid of her.

pairing | eddie munson x black!fem!reader (twists, brown skin + morally grey)

wc | 5,045

warnings | 18 + ! cheating (not on reader!), oral (f!receiving), fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, eddie cums twice (that felt important), creampie, cum eating + swapping, eddie has a big dick, squirting, eddie gets a bit mean, and reader is a little bitchy bold and a little dark.

a/n | no beta, so please excuse any spelling errors, let me know if i missed anything and yes the title is from alien superstar, beyoncé ate with the album!!

[ 18 + | minors, blank, ageless blogs, do not interact! ]

You didn’t want to. Truly, hand over heart, you didn’t. You wanted to do things properly, after all, you’re a good girl. A good patient, girl. You know how to wait.

But you’ve been waiting too long, and you were getting hungry.

You’re ready to eat.

Eddie's been your best friend for years and you've given him time. You've let him sleep around and have his fun with whatever girls catch his interest for a few weeks, or even a few months. It always ends abruptly, once they realize you're not going anywhere. Once they realize that Eddie will always be at your beck and call because you've trained him that well.

He's your greatest prize and nothing could come between what you had created between you two.

Now of course you’re one to give credit where it’s due, she’s smart. You were always taught to never underestimate an opponent, and at the beginning, you’ll admit, you did underrate her, just a bit.

Eddie’s new girlfriend, that is.

She inserts herself very slowly, where she doesn’t fucking belong.

She starts small of course, she sits on his lap during lunch. That’s fine, she’s his girlfriend, she can sit there. But you always sit next to Eddie, on his right side, where you belong.

One day, when you get to the cafeteria, she’s sitting in your seat. She’s messing with his hair, when you walk up. Her eyes flicker up to yours for a moment, and you don’t miss the smirk on her face when she feigns innocence.

“Sorry, I know you usually sit here, but I needed to give Eddie’s leg a break today!” She giggles at the end of her sentence and for some reason, it makes you vicious, and cruel insult bubbles up on your tongue. But you don’t bite, you just smile and nod in understanding, taking a seat next to her.

You let lunch pass without much fanfare, and as more lunches come and go, she takes your seat next to Eddie. Somehow, that’s even worse than her sitting on his lap. And she knows that.

When she’s secured that spot, she’s coming to the DND meetings. Though she previously shrugged them off for homework, or hanging out with other friends, now she’s coming.

Originally, you don’t know why. She doesn’t play and neither do you. You normally sit off to the side, occasionally providing commentary and quips. Eddie’s attention isn’t on you during the campaign, he’s completely immersed in being the dungeon master. His full focus is on the game. So, she has nothing to gain from coming to the meetings.

You don’t get it until she’s batting her eyelashes after the meeting, telling Eddie to drop you off at home first, so they can have some alone time together. When Eddie hesitates, she leans up on her toes, speaking into his ear about how her parents are gone until next week, and she’s got the house to herself. What Eddie doesn’t see is her eyes flicking over to you, the quirk in her brow, asking you to challenge her.

Once again, you don’t bite.

Eddie’s a weak man, because of course he is. So he promises to hang out with you some other time, then he speeds off, leaving you on the front step of your house.

She works like that for weeks. Subtly, she works to remove you piece by piece from Eddie’s view. Your texts go unanswered, your calls are screened, your plans are canceled or abandoned entirely.

With each new part she takes, she gives you that saccharine smile, letting you know exactly what she’s doing.

It all comes to a head when she approaches your locker after school. You would be walking home that afternoon, thanks to her of course. She leans against the locker next to yours, watching you stuff your books inside.

“Hey hun, I know Eddie’s birthday is coming up, and we’re kind of planning on having a party for him, y’know and we all graduate in a few months, all the more reason to celebrate right?”

You nod in agreement, listening to her smack her gum. “What I wanted to talk to you about is a bit more important though,” She slams your locker shut, nearly catching your fingers in the metal. “I know you’re supposedly Eddie’s best friend or something like that, but I think we both know that’s over. I see the way you look at him and I don’t like it.”

Instead of speaking you listen to her ramble on about her place in Eddie’s life, how you need to move on, and find somebody else to love you. She talks about how Corroded Coffin is on the come up and he’s her ticket out of this shit town, so you need to back up. She tells you that you need to extract yourself from Eddie’s life. At the end, she rolls her glossed lips and smiles widely.

“Be nice when you tell him though, I don’t wanna make this hurt for you,” She winks at you when she sees Eddie down the hall. “Thanks, hun!” She walks off, chasing after her boyfriend.

You don’t answer at all, instead you sigh and roll your eyes. You don’t waste your time responding to her threat, you already know what you’re going to do.

The plan is only just stewing when Dustin and Mike rush up to you minutes later. The conversation is stilted until you ask them what they really want.

“We want her gone,” Mike says finally, peering at you with frustrated eyes. “Eddie’s girlfriend,” He clarifies.

“She’s ruining the game and our lunches, she’s always talking about his band, and dragging him away during lunch,” Dustin explains, gesturing. “She even had him cancel a meeting last week and this week for that party. Eddie hates parties.”

You nod slowly, but shrug your shoulders. “So you want me to…?” You trail off, letting their expectations fill the void.

Dustin looks at Mike who shrugs, “I don’t know! Do something!”

Walking out of the school with the two boys on your tail, you shake your head. “I’m not Eddie’s mom, I can’t make him do anything,” You feign helplessness while they argue back.

“Yes, you can!” Dustin huffs.

“Make her leave or make him break up with her,” Mike supplies. “Anything to get rid of her.”

Their desperation hits you and finally you smile. You stop walking and nod shyly. “Okay, I’ll figure it out. I promise.”

You know what you’re doing is for the good of everybody.

–

But you’re smart, you know better than to fight fire with fire.

So you pull back at her request. You take a seat further from Eddie during lunch, you don’t come to DND meetings, or ask Eddie to hang out with you anymore.

You pull back quickly, extracting your presence from the group. You know it’s working when Mike texts, telling you Eddie is asking for you, wondering where you’ve been. You text him back telling him not to answer Eddie, letting Mike know that you’ll see them all at Eddie’s party tonight.

And you will. You've taken some time to sharpen your teeth, tonight you will bite, and you promise to enjoy it.

That evening when you get home, you take a nice, hot shower. You don’t spend too much time on your makeup, pulling your twists back from your face. It’s not going to be worth it in a few hours anyways.

You run your fingers over each dress in your closet until you settle on the baby pink one. The silk settles nicely on your body, the hem sitting a little too high on your thigh. Sliding into your platform heels, you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror.

You almost felt bad about what you were going to do. But you looked so fucking good doing it, you couldn’t be too upset.

When you made your way to Eddie’s girlfriend’s house, you weren’t surprised to see the house filled with people you’ve never seen before. People who definitely weren’t Eddie’s friends. This party wasn’t for him, it was for her. She was showing everyone that she’s Eddie’s girlfriend, like she owned him.

Poor thing.

You text Dustin, letting him know you were at the front door. He rushes to your side, flanked by Mike. They do not comment on your appearance, but you urge them to separate Eddie from his girlfriend so you can talk to him. They walk away with a smile, and you feed off their excited energy.

It only takes a few minutes for Eddie to make his way over to you and he does not hide his reaction to seeing you.

“Fuck,” He smiles, running his tongue over his teeth. “You look good.”

You pretend to lean into him to speak, but sadly pull back when you realize he can’t hear you over the music. “Can we go somewhere to talk? In private?” You settle a light hand on his arm and he nods, guiding you up the stairs.

He tries a few doors before going into a large bedroom and shutting the door behind you both. You note the style of the room and take a guess as to who it belongs to.

“Hey,” Eddie calls softly, gaining your attention. You turn to face him, a soft expression on your face as you take a seat on the plush comforter. You stretch your legs out, the dim light of the room resting softly on your brown skin. “Where’ve you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in years.”

You laugh lightly, looking off to the side, “It’s only been days, Eddie.”

He shakes his head, disagreeing with you. “No, it’s been weeks. You haven’t been coming to lunch, you don’t even sit next to me in Physics anymore.” He stands in front of you, looking down at you. “Did I do something?” The soft tone of his voice has big fat tears pooling in your eyes. When you look back at him, his mouth drops open and he cups your cheeks. “No, what’d I do?”

“I guess,” You whine. “With your new girlfriend and everything, I just feel like you don’t have a lot of time for me anymore.”

You know he wants to argue against that, but a tear slides down your cheek and Eddie Munson has always been a sucker for your tears. “Damn, I didn’t know, I’m so sorry. I know I’ve been distracted lately, but I’ve missed you.”

Sniffling, you shrug, “It’s okay.” You give him a watery smile. “I figured this would happen. Eventually, there would come a time where I’m not your best girl anymore.”

“No, no, no,” He takes a seat next to you, swiping at the tears rolling down your brown cheeks. “You’re still my girl, still my best girl.”

You lean into his touch, closing your eyes. “You promise?”

“Of course,” Eddie swears. “You’re always going to be my girl.”

Sliding closer to him, you wrap your arms around his neck. Eddie buries face in your neck and you feel him take a slow inhale of your perfume, it was the vanilla and ginger scent he loved. Pulling back slightly, you pout.

“Kiss?”

He nods, giving your cheek a kiss and then turning to kiss the other one. “Still my girl?” He whispers.

Your body is much closer to his now, your arms are still around him and he’s holding your waist, rubbing you lightly over your dress. “Still your girl,” You mumble, your breath puffing against his cheek. Leaning over, you slide your hands under his jaw, running your nails along his neck. He closes his eyes at the feel of your acrylics against his skin. “Are you still mine, Eddie?”

He nods slowly and you glide your thumb against his bottom lip. “Your lipgloss?” He asks.

You’re Eddie’s best friend, you know him like the back of your hand. You know everything that makes him weak, everything that fogs that pretty little metalhead.

“Strawberry Lipsmacker, Eds,” You answer, giving him a small smile. “Wanna taste?”

He swallows hard, eyes still closed. “I shouldn’t.”

“C’mon, Eddie,” You urge him, still running your nails on the spot just under his jaw. “Just a little taste.”

Eddie leans forward before he answers, lips already brushing against yours. “Please.”

His lips are over yours in a second, kissing and licking, sucking at your tongue, tasting as much of your gloss as possible. “Your dress is so pretty,” He breathes between kisses, sliding a hand up to the back of your neck, pushing you as close as possible.

Tilting your head up, you give him access to the sensitive skin on your neck. “Think so?” You giggle coyly, carding your fingers through his hair. “I got it to match my panties.”

He groans against your neck, his tongue licking along your shoulder. “Baby, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Not kidding, Eddie!” You whine, breathless at the way he’s still working on your neck. “Can I show you?”

Eddie pulls back, eyes blown wide, “Yeah, of course, yeah.” You stand to your feet, towering over him with your heels on. He reaches up to the zipper, pulling it down slowly, watching as the dress drops to the floor, pooling around your feet.

You turn around to face him, kicking the dress to the side. Eddie takes in the sight of your soft pink panties and your lack of bra. Standing between his legs, you set your hands on his shoulders. “Is it pretty, Eddie?”

He groans as you lower yourself on his lap, pushing him back against the bed. Your lips descend on his neck, kissing and licking every inch of available space. “Eddie?” He’s hard against your lap, and you grind down while he moans out loud.

“So pretty, princess. I promise, so fucking pretty.”

You pull up to look into his eyes, “Show me how pretty?” You pose it as a question, but you know Eddie won’t be able to help himself. He can’t help himself when it comes to pretty things.

So you’re not surprised when Eddie rolls you over, laving his tongue over your neck and taking a nipple into his mouth. He tweaks your other nipple with his hand as he sucks, and then switches. He gets both slick with spit before tugging on them slightly. When he twists a little too hard, you moan his name, wetness gathering in your panties.

“Princess,” Eddie chuckles. “You like it a little rough?” Nodding, you roll your hips up to meet the bulge in his pants. “You have no idea how perfect that is.”

Then he’s sliding down your body, leaving wet kisses and dipping his tongue in your navel along the way. Stopping just over your panties, he toys with the hem, “Can I?”

“I’m yours, Eddie. You can do anything you want.”

He nods slowly, settling himself between your legs. You watch as he presses his face against your panties, taking a deep inhale before licking you over them. He plays with your clit through your panties, rubbing in light circles with his thumb.

It’s filthy and sweet at the same time.

Eddie makes the choice to mouth against your panties, not giving you enough of what you need. He covers them in his spit and then pulls them up, not down, against your cunt.

Whining breathlessly, you grab his hair. “Don’t–”

“Thought you said I could do anything I wanted?” He laughs and you hear Eddie getting mean, and it’s exactly what you wanted. “You’re mine so take it.”

He pulls them harder against your cunt, rubbing your clit raw with the fabric splitting your pussy lips. He’s relentless as he tugs them, watching as you whine and cry in front of him.

Just like before, Eddie’s a sucker for your tears. “You’re so pretty when you cry, princess.”

Yanking your panties off, you note that he doesn’t remove your heels, even when your panties get caught on them. Instead, he makes himself comfortable between your legs, watching your pussy. He leans in immediately, swiping his tongue through the mess. You card your fingers through his hair, tugging him closer to your cunt and he gets the hint. Spreading you open, Eddie sucks your clit into his mouth while his fingers tease at your slit, not going in just yet.

He leans up only to spit down at your cunt, groaning as your hole clenches around nothing. “Don’t know why I did that, you’re already so fucking sloppy.”

“Eddie, fuck, please!” You squeal, already breathless

Slipping his middle finger in, Eddie wastes no time curling it up, listening to you moan and plead his name. He doesn’t wait too long to add another right next to the first and returns his mouth to your clit. He’s licking and slurping at the wet mess that’s gathered in front of him, and you’re crying above him.

In between each nip at your clit, or bite on your thigh, Eddie’s asking you how much you love this. He’s telling you how long he’s wanted this, admonishing you for not letting your best friend get a taste of this hot little pussy, making him sleep with other girls who don't taste half as good as you.

Before you can respond, a series of wet smacks lands against your clit and you’re arching your back away from the impact. But Eddie’s hand is curled around thigh, and there’s no way for you to escape.

“Wanna feel you cum on my face, princess,” Eddie’s almost begging against your cunt, sliding his tongue in with fingers,

You don’t have the strength to deny him. Not when he’s staring at you, hungry and desperate to taste more of you.

So you're digging your heels into his back and he lets out pleasured groan at the pain you're inflicting.

Throwing your head back, you whine his name as the tension in your belly releases the hot tension built up inside you.

“Holy fuck, Eddie,” You cry, gripping his hair even harder. “God! I’m close, I’m gonna–I’m cumming–”

And Eddie doesn’t let up when he feels you coming. He doesn’t change pace or remove his fingers, he keeps curling them right against that spot that has you gushing around his tongue. In fact, you have to yank at his hair to get a break from the sensitivity.

When looks at you, his chin is covered in your release and he’s grinning at you.

“You sound so hot when you cry my name,” Eddie laughs as he leans down to kiss your lips. Tasting yourself on his tongue has your head a little fuzzy, but you gather yourself enough to tug his shirt off. Between kisses, you’re unbuckling his belt and throwing his jeans on the floor. When Eddie finally pulls his boxers off, you swallow harshly.

You weren’t expecting him to be so big, and you tell him as much.

“Fuck, Eddie, you’re huge,” Your voice is shocked and excited and Eddie doesn’t get a chance to respond before you’re swiping your fingers through the mess between your legs and then gripping his cock in a tight fist.

He leans over as his eyes roll back, thrusting into your hand. “Princess, this feels so good. Didn’t know your hands would feel so–fuck–soft.”

You smile as you kiss him. Reaching down a little more, you run your nails over his balls lightly and Eddie shivers above you.

“Hah, princess, gotta fuck you now,” Eddie groans against your lips, but you don’t let up. “P-please, or I’ll cum all over you. Don’t want this to b-be over yet.”

Looking up at him, you grin, “If you think you’re cumming once, you’re mistaken.”

You guide his tip down, pressing the fat mushroom tip of his cock against your wet hole. Eddie swears he tries to be patient, but you keep whining and grinding your hips, trying to make him bottom out.

What choice does he have?

So he thrusts all the way in, making sure his waist is pressed against yours. The near scream you let out when his tip kisses your cervix almost makes him cum right then. But he doesn’t want to yet, he needs to fuck you for a bit first.

Eddie doesn’t wait for you to be okay, he pulls nearly completely out, then shoves himself back in. The way you’re gripping him, clenching around his cock–it’s like nothing he’s ever felt before.

Your cunt is slick and tight around him, like you’re trying to milk him already. He builds a steady rhythm, loving the way you moan when he hits your cervix. Your nails are already scratching up his back, leaving red, long marks in their wake.

“Fucking tight little pussy, princess. You ever been fucked before?” He tries to laugh, but your eyes are shining with those tears again and his stomach tightens. The tears are rolling down your cheeks and instead of wiping them away this time, he’s leaning down to lick them up.

You sniffle, “N-never had anyone this big.”

The groan he lets out is loud, and he’s dropping his head to kiss you properly, sucking on your bottom lip. He hoists your leg over his shoulder, kissing under your knee as your heel digs into his shoulder blade. Hissing at the pain and the new position allowing to fuck you deeper, Eddie whispers, “Not gonna last long.”

Your walls keep tightening around him, the combination of his pre, his spit, and your cum has the mess between your legs getting even louder. The sound is fucking filthy and he hears it louder than the heartbeat in his ears.

“Told you,” You pant, reaching down to fondle his balls again. “I’m giving you more than one, Daddy.”

Everything hits him all at once. The sensation of you squeezing his sac, the sound of that nickname rolling off your tongue, and your cunt milking him for all he’s worth. It would bring the strongest man to their knees. It would have the fucking president spilling nuclear codes and CIA agents giving up their cover.

Yeah, your pussy is fucking lethal.

Eddie doesn’t have the sense to pull out. Hell, Eddie wouldn’t have been able to spell his fucking name if you asked him to. All he knows is that your cunt is begging for his cum, and he can’t deny you. So he’s almost screaming your name while he’s spilling inside you, giving you all he has and thrusting until it’s too much for him to take.

When he finally slows down, his cum is beading up at your entrance.

“Daddy fucked his princess so fucking full, huh?” The sight of his cum spilling out of you is too much for him to handle and his dick is still twitching weakly inside you. “You’re a fucking mess down here, princes.”

You can’t even formulate a response before Eddie’s pulling out and yanking your hips up, sealing his mouth over your slit. He’s not even cleaning you up, he’s just drinking his cum out of your cunt. He’s swirling the mess around your pussy, playing in the spill with his fingers.

“That’s so g-gross,” You say as your pussy clenches, and Eddie only grins when he feels it. He doesn’t respond and he knows he doesn’t have to. He gives your cunt a final harsh suck and releases your hips. Gripping your jaw, Eddie forces your mouth and spits a glob of your combined mess on your tongue.

You promise you see God when he teases his cock against your clit, slapping the head against the button. He’s getting hard again, but in the meantime, he’s speaking filth into your ear.

“Gross? You mean you don’t like when Daddy feeds you your mess? You begged me so hard for it, princess. Your pussy was begging for it too, tight little hole kept crying for me. I had to give her something,” Eddie’s chuckling darkly, watching as your eyes roll back. “Doesn’t seem like it was enough though, feels like she needs some more, what do you think?”

“Fucking hell,” He hasn’t let up on your clit and you can’t focus on what he’s saying. All you know is the stimulation alone is getting you close and you’ve never felt like this before. “I’m gonna c-cum.” You cough out the last part because your breath has been stolen from you. Eddie’s hand is around your neck and he’s urging you to finish.

“Give me another one, and then we can have one together.”

The promise of a third orgasm has you nodding your head as your vision whites out. Your head is fuzzy and you’re floating in a weightless space as you cum this time. Eddie releases your neck and you let out a high whine as your orgasm hits you in waves, rolling and rolling until you’re drowned entirely.

While your pussy is still clenching, Eddie bullies his cock back inside, taking advantage of your wetness. It’s an easy slide that has both of you moaning.

Both of you are too sensitive to make this last long, but Eddie could not stop fucking you if someone put a gun to his head.

He’s rolling you over, choosing to fuck up into you this time. But this is the worst position he could have you in because once you settle on top of him, you start bouncing immediately. You’re dropping your ass down against his hips, letting the loud sounds of sex fill the room.

It all feels so good to him, and you look so pretty. You’re covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but your eyes flick down to him for a moment and you give him a smile.

Guiding his hand back around your neck, he holds your throat but doesn’t squeeze.

“I’m yours right, Eddie?” You whine, alternating between grinding and bouncing on his lap. When he nods, it’s not enough, so you pout and scratch down his chest. “Eddie!”

“Mine,” Eddie confirms, using his free hand to tweak your nipples. “Only mine, princess, nobody else’s.”

“And you’re mine?”

“Just yours. Daddy’s only yours.”

You grin as you bounce faster, angling your hips while slipping your hand down to rub against your clit. “Motherfuck, this is good.”

It’s better than good, it feels right. Eddie belonged inside you, he was made to fuck you and fill you up, and you know he’s understanding that now.

Eddie plants his feet against the bed and starts meeting you thrust for thrust, finding that spot inside you again. He works against it, toying with making you cum, like he’s not ready for this to be over just yet. You can taste your release, it’s right on the horizon but you need something more.

“Pussy’s so goddamn good, princess,” Eddie praises, releasing your nipple to slip a finger in your cunt. You freeze and shake while Eddie continues fucking into you. He fits his fingers right in front of his dick, curling them against the front of your walls. “Best I’ve ever fucking had.”

Your head is lolling back and Eddie’s squeezing your throat lightly, bringing your attention back to him. “Hear me, princess? Tightest cunt I’ve fucked,” He laughs when you don’t answer him. “I know you need to cum, so do it baby. You’re already dripping down my balls, but promise I know you’ll clean it up. My girl always finishes what she starts.”

The room door slams open but Eddie’s praises are swirling in your head, and you know you’ve got him. Someone is in the background, yelling at you both, but you can’t tear your eyes away from Eddie’s, not when you're climbing a peak this steep. The room is falling away and all you can feel is Eddie’s cock stroking against your walls, and his fingers curling inside your pussy. So when he shoves his fingers in roughly, relentlessly fucking against your spot, you let go and cum. You shriek, as everything explodes.

“Goddamn,” Eddie groans. And you’re very aware of Eddie roughly thrusting into you a few more times, before he hits his own peak. Praises of your name and your cunt fall from his lips as he cums inside you for the second time that night. You collapse against his chest while he rolls his hips weakly, then finally stops moving. “Y-you squirted, princess. Didn’t know you could do that.”

“Me neither,” You pant, resting on him as your heartbeat begins to slow down. “Did someone come in? Thought I heard the door.”

Eddie nods, “My girlfriend.”

“Ex-girlfriend,” You correct him with a sigh and he laughs underneath you.

“Yeah, ex-girlfriend.”

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You give Eddie a kiss on the cheek, telling him to wait by the van while you saunter over to his ex-girlfriend.

Before you can even speak, she’s sneering at you, “You’re a fucking bitch.”

Her insult doesn’t hurt, not in the slightest. Instead you smile brightly at her, tapping your nails against the metal of the locker next to you. “Y’know I tried to get him back today? Cornered him in the classroom and told him I could forgive him for what happened if he promised never to speak to you again. He wouldn’t even look at me, told me he was sorry but he didn't think we were anything worth saving, and gave me back the necklace I got him and everything.”

“Listen, hun,” You start condescendingly. “You’re a pretty girl, and a smart one too, and you might’ve had him if you didn’t mess with me and Hellfire. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you, but if you don’t stay away from Eddie, everything will get very dim, very quickly for you. And I won’t be so nice about it.”

“You fucked my boyfriend in my house–”

“That was me being nice,” You interrupt as your smile becomes sharper and you step closer to her. She looks into your eyes and whatever she finds has her stepping back, submitting to you.

She knows her place.

Stepping away, you blow her a kiss and make your way back outside to Eddie.

The scent of vanilla and ginger lingers in the air, taking her breath away.

#eden writes filth #eden writes eddie #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x female reader #this was hot and i want to be reader's girlfriend

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diazsdimples · 5 months

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Fuck It Friday!

I was meant to post chapter 2 of With you I'm Home today but alas, life got in the way. In the meantime, enjoy Eddie delivering a baby!!

Tagged by @daffi-990, go check out their Fuck It Friday RIGHT NOW for Buck and May's first meeting!

“Okay, Amber, I know it hurts but on your next contraction I’m going to need you to give me the biggest push you’ve ever done,” Eddie instructs. “Cam, if you want to watch baby come out, now’s your chance, man.” Cam gulps, looking a little pale, and shakes his head. “Y-ya know, I think I-I’m good here, thanks” he stammers, and Amber rolls her eyes. “He threw up when our oldest was born and fainted at the second. Pathetic” Eddie snorts, as if he wasn’t a second away from doing the same thing at Christopher’s birth. “Hey, it happens.” It strikes Eddie how odd it is that he’s having a very casual conversation with someone while they have a face sticking out between their legs. The baby’s face, thankfully, isn’t getting any more purple, and Eddie briefly remembers that babies won’t actually take their first breath until their bodies have passed entirely through the birth canal, something about the pressure of their chest suddenly being decompressed being enough to draw their lungs open and for them to take their first breath. A quick glance at Chimney reveals that the man is ready to receive the baby, a towel draped over his arms. Hen’s breath hisses as she inhales sharply as Amber clamps down on her hand once more, the contraction building and building. Eddie wraps both hands around the baby’s head and neck, careful not to occlude the air way. “Push, Amber, push! That’s it!” he encourages as he applies a small amount of traction, the baby’s neck lengthening until the first shoulder pops free and then, suddenly, the rest of the baby follows in a slippery rush that’s got Eddie scrambling to support the body before the baby goes flopping onto the floor. “It’s a girl!” He’s holding the baby up, unable to tear his eyes away from the small, almost too small, slimy, and yet perfect human being in his arms, starting at her in amazement before remembering that skin to skin is key just after birth. Lion king moment over, he moves towards the expectant mother. Eddie’s dimly aware of the fact that he can’t hear any screaming as he lifts the baby up onto Amber’s chest. “Eddie?” Bobby’s voice is low, almost a warning, and Eddie knows, he knows he’s gotta do something, and fast. “Yeah, Cap, I know” He grabs a towel and scoots up so he’s at Amber’s side. He hasn’t even had time to inspect for damage… down there, but right now he’s got other priorities. Amber grabs his arm as he reaches over with a towel, covering the baby and begins to rub her back thoroughly. “I-is everything okay? Why isn’t she crying?” “Baby’s a little early and sometimes they need a little help breathing.” Eddie turns to Hen when it becomes apparent that this baby is going to need more than stimulation to get her breathing, his voice low and urgent. “Hen, I need you to clamp the cord and cut it, I’ve got to get her to Chim”. Hen nods resolutely and does as he said, placing two clamps about 2 inches above the start of the cord, and cuts into it with the scissors. It’s tough, almost chewy, and takes a couple of attempts before the cord is cut and Eddie swiftly brings the baby into his arms. “Chim, you ready for me?” Chimney already has the small mask out and the high flow oxygen set up. “Yes sir.” It’s been 40 seconds since the baby was born and she still hasn’t taken a breath. Eddie lays the baby out on the towels in front of Chimney and immediately focuses himself on resuscitation, leaving Bobby and Hen to reassure the parents. “Starting rescue breaths” Chimney announces, and he covers the baby’s face with the mask. Eddie holds her head stead, ensuring her airway is open, and Chimney administers the breaths. “Good chest rise” Eddie notes. “Keep going.” The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Eddie can vaguely hear Bobby and Hen talking with Amber and Cam in the background, their voices low and reassuring as they explain what’s going on. Eddie forces himself not to look over, not to see Amber and Cam’s terrified faces as he and Chimney encourage their daughter to life. “Come on, baby, breathe for me” he murmurs.

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#okay so I had to somewhat relive the trauma of when I resused a baby to write this #but it's okay!!#anything for the fic lmao #midwife!eddie #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #911 abc #911 buddie #911verse #911 fanfic #eddie x buck #911

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canonicallyobserving911 · 2 months

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“In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part!”

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Where CANON and FANON collide!

New Buddie Fanfic

“In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part!”

20.0K Words Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

Summary: While Eddie’s working a 48-hour shift, Buck notices something that requires immediate medical attention but he doesn’t tell Eddie about it until he gets home from work. Throughout this difficult time, they’ll hold onto each other like they always do and they’ll fulfill every aspect of their marriage vows, especially the part about “in sickness and in health”.

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Here’s a snippet from one of Buck’s and Eddie’s conversations that happens immediately after Eddie gets home from work.

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When Buck pulls back, his eyes are red rimmed, his nose is snotty and his face is puffy but he doesn’t care about any of that right now because his husband is home and he finally feels like after 24-hours of dealing with the weight of this shit all on his own, he can finally exhale.

Eddie lifts his hand and uses his forefinger and thumb to lift Buck’s chin, so he’ll meet his eyes. Once he does, he asks, “Can you tell me what happened?” He watches Buck gasp and he feels the shuddering breath he inhales and to reassure him, he admits, “I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere”.

Buck just holds his gaze as he tries to figure out how to say what he needs to say.

After several seconds, Eddie cups his cheeks with both of his hands and asks, “What’s wrong?”

“Uh… yesterday morning when I—I was getting ready to take a shower and I found a—a lump on my chest and uh… I immediately called our doctor.”

Eddie’s eyes widen and he’s not sure what his face is doing but all he wants to know is if Buck’s ok. He doesn’t interrupt him, instead he patiently waits for him to continue.

“I—I got an appointment and I went and uh… he did an exam and after he finished, he uh… referred me to an oncologist.”

While standing in their kitchen, next to the sink, Buck tells his husband everything else that happened yesterday morning including the part where he drove all the way to Oxnard, CA because his mind was spiraling and he didn’t know what else to do.

What's going to happen next?

Does Buck have cancer?

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Girls Like Girls - Robin Buckley X Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: Robin has a crush on the new girl in town. Y/N is also a new member of the cheer squad, which means Robin sees her all the time at games and other school events. Unfortunately, Robin is put in a tough situation. She's scared to talk to her because the cheerleaders have a reputation of being mean girls and she fears that Y/N may not feel the same. Little does Robin know that Y/N does not appear as she seems. Y/N becomes best friends with Eddie, which seems unlikely at the surface due to different social circles. This leads to rumors of course and word spreads like wildfire here at Hawkins, which then makes Robin's feelings even more confusing. After hanging out with Steve and the gang, Robin starts to see a different side to Y/N. Will they end up together or will they just remain friends?

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: When I mention 'Sam' in my story, I'm talking about the girl in this photo. She was never in the story of the show but I wanted to add another girl to the group and this photo helped capture what I needed.

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Chapter 7

“Nancy, no offense, but you are no help. None of these look good on me.” Robin stated as she stood in front of the large mirror trying on dresses. She lost track of how many she tried on. None of them stood out to her and she didn’t feel like herself in them.

“Well maybe we just need to keep looking?” Nancy suggested. Robin stood there fidgeting in the fabric and making a sour face. Nancy could tell something wasn’t right. Luckily she knew how to fix it. “You know what, why don’t you change back into your clothes and then meet me back here.” Nancy said. Robin sighed in relief and went back to change. Nancy left Robin and walked to the front counter. “Hi excuse me, is there any chance I can use your phone please?” Nancy asked the employee. She nods and hands Nancy the phone.

“Steve?”

“Yes?”

“Hey it’s Nancy, are you busy?”

“What are you doing here?” Robin asked as she saw Steve standing next to Nancy.

“Nancy here thought you may need some help finding the right outfit for prom and a dress just won’t cut it, so that’s where I come in. I’m gonna take you shopping to help you find what suits you.” Steve said with a smile.

“I am relinquishing my duties and passing them off to Steve.” Nancy said with a chuckle.

“Let’s get this show on the road, Buckley!” Steve said, clapping walking toward the exit.

“I’m coming dingus!” Robin laughed and followed behind.

The two sat in the car on the way to the next shop. “So if you’re not taking me dress shopping, then where are you taking me?” Robin questioned.

“You’ll see Buckley, be patient.” Steve said as he continued to drive to the destination.

“I don’t see why I can’t just go with Y/N, she is my date after all and I care about looking nice for her.” Robin said, rolling her eyes.

“You think I won’t find something that makes you look nice? Do you know who you’re talking to?” Steve asked jokingly.

“You know what I mean, you’re a guy. How exactly can you help me with this?” Robin continued.

“Robin, I know you better than most people do. Why do you think Nancy called me in the first place? You are not a dress kind of girl, you and I both know that. But, we can find something else that works for you and what you’re comfortable with.” Steve said.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” Robin said.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I was what?” Steve joked.

“Alright Harrington don’t push it.” Robin laughed and gave her friend a light shove.

“Okay okay, we’re here anyways.” He laughed and pulled into a parking space. Robin looked up at the sign with a puzzled look. “What? What’s the matter?” Steve asked.

“Why are we at the Men’s Factory? I thought we were looking for clothes, not tools.” Robin questioned.

“Are you serious?” Steve said. “Robin, this isn’t- dear god help me.” He sighed.

“What?” Robin asked.

The pair got out of the car and walked into the store, Robin was soon hit with the realization that it was in fact NOT a home improvement store. It was a store full of all different kinds of suits. Steve and Robin walked around hoping something would jump out to her. But so far nothing.

“What about this one?” Steve asked, holding up a brown suit.

“Oh god no.” Robin said, making a sour face.

They continued to walk around, going from suit to suit. Trying things on left and right, until they found THE one. It was a nice white button up, a black tie with a black vest, and dress pants to match.

“This is it. This is the one.” Robin said as she stood in front of the mirror. She loved how she not only looked, but how she felt as well. She felt like herself and that’s what matters the most.

As she checked out she couldn’t help but think about you. She hoped you were having a good time shopping for the right dress.

“Can you all stop running around and sit the hell down!” Sam yelled at the rest of the guys as they ran around the store trying to help you find the right dress.

“This is not it.” You said walking out in a bright yellow gown. “I look like a banana!”

“I think you look like a lovely banana!” Gareth said as he stood next to you in the mirror.

“Well of course you’d say that, you picked this one out in the first place!” You chuckled to him. You turned around and saw a few of the boys holding up more colorful dresses. “Why do you people want me to look like a fruit salad?”

“You people clearly don’t know her at all.” Sam stated walking over to the rest of you. “Stop trying to put her in bright colors, you all should know that Y/N doesn’t like that kind of stuff!” Sam proclaimed.

The group continued to look around to find you a dress. Nothing stood out to you. You got changed and walked out to the rest of your friends. “Let’s just go to the next store and be done.” You were getting frustrated that you couldn’t find anything. You had already tried 2 other shops and you were getting tired. The group had agreed and you all climbed into Eddie’s van and went to the next store.

“So where are we off to now?” Eddie asked you quietly to not let the others hear. He knew that if they did they would suggest another dress shop.

“Can we just go to the thrift store? I really don't need anything fancy, that’s not even my type of style.” You replied.

“Trust me I know that.” He chuckled. “We’ll find you something, don't worry.” He reassured you.

“What are we doing here?” Jeff asked as you guys pulled up to the thrift shop.

“Guys I really don’t need a ball gown or anything fancy. I just wanna look and feel nice while having a good time with my girlfriend.” You said walking into the store. They agreed to help you find something that was more ‘you’.

You all walked around and found random items like necklaces and bracelets. But no dress yet. Until you heard Sam screech. “THIS IS IT!”

She ran to you and huffed and puffed as she showed you the dress. You took the item and went to try it on. You stood in front of the mirror and you knew as soon as you put it on that it was the one. You walked out of the changing room to show everyone the dress.

“It’s perfect!” Sam exclaimed.

Most of the boys stood in awe.

“You look beautiful.” Eddie said, walking up to you. He looked at you tearfully.

“Thanks, Eds.” You turned to hug him. “Everything is gonna be perfect.” You were now even more excited to go to the prom with Robin.

You finished getting ready and made your way downstairs as you waited for Robin to arrive for pictures. You were nervous to say the least, you just wanted everything to be perfect for the pair of you.

“You look beautiful Y/N!” Your nana stated as she stood in front of you. She pulled you in for a hug.

“Thank you Nan!” You said, hugging her back.

“Alright let’s get some pictures with you and Eddie!” She suggested. You nodded and made your way outside, Eddie following behind shortly after.

As you and Eddie had finished taking pictures, Steve pulled into the driveway. Robin jumped out before he could even fully park the car. “God Buckley, would you be careful?” Steve said sarcastically.

Robin didn’t care though. She was too excited to see just how beautiful you looked and boy was she right. You looked breathtaking. “Wow.” was all she managed to spew out. Robin stood there in awe as you had approached her.

“Hi buttercup! Well look at you, you look absolutely perfect!” You said as you pulled your girlfriend in for a hug. You pulled away from the hug soon after. “Is that for me?” You ask as you point to the box in Robin’s hands.

“What? Oh uh yeah, this is for you!” Robin said with excitement. It was a corsage that matched your dress. Robin had been asking all week what your dress looked like, she was too eager and wanted to know everything. Knowing that she would ask until your ears fell off, you gave in and told her about the color of your dress.

“It’s beautiful Robin!” You exclaimed. “Wanna help me put it on?” You asked. She nodded and took it out of the box and helped you put it on your wrist.

“It’s not too tight is it? Or too big? I wasn’t sure-” Robin began to ramble.

“It’s perfect!” You said giving her a soft peck on the cheek. You could see her cheeks turning red which caused you to chuckle. “I have something for you too!” You turned to Eddie who was standing behind you with a box similar to the one that Robin had and took it from him. You opened it to reveal a matching boutonniere. You helped Robin put it on. “There, now we match!” You said with excitement.

“You guys look great!” Steve complimented as he approached the pair of you. “Wait, why are you all dressed up?” He asked, pointing to Eddie.

“Oh please this is hardly even dressed up!” Eddie proclaimed. He wore a simple black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and some dark jeans. He also paired it with some boots and his usual jewelry.

“It’s dressed up for you!” You chuckled.

“That still doesn’t answer the question though.” Steve said.

“Eddie’s also going, I thought you-” Steve interrupted you.

“Well how come he gets to go and I don't?!” Steve pouted.

“Maybe because I’m still a student there?” Eddie laughed. “Plus I’m not even going in, I’m gonna be sitting in my van making sure nothing happens to them.”

“Why don’t you come with Steve? I’m sure Eddie could use the company.” Robin suggested.

“Oh I don’t think-” Both Eddie and Steve said in unison.

“That’s a great idea!” You proclaimed.

“Alright alright, let’s get these pictures taken so you kids can be on your way!” Your nana said as she held the camera up.

You and Robin took your pictures and soon you all loaded into Eddie’s van and made your way to the school.

“If anything happens you just get Sam and she’ll come get me, okay?” Eddie said going over the plan again.

“Yes yes I got it! Okay we’re going in now.” You said, you were eager to get in and have a good time with your girlfriend. “Just promise me you wont kill each other?” You asked before closing the van door.

“Yeah yeah we promise.” The two said in unison once again.

“Okay, let's do this!” You say, closing the van door and taking Robin’s hand as you walked toward the doors. The two of you stood at the doors for a moment, preparing for the night ahead of you. “You ready my love?” You asked, looking at Robin.

“As I’ll ever be.” She replied nervously. She wanted this night to be special for you both.

You opened the doors and walked into the gym. It was magical. All the lights and beautiful decorations that lined the room really brought it all together. You made your way over to Sam and her date who was grabbing some punch.

“Hey guys!” You greeted your friend.

“Wow you two look amazing!” Sam complemented you both.

“Thanks, you guys look great too!” Robin thanked.

“We’ll be keeping a close eye on you guys throughout the night. Now go out there and have a good time with each other!” Sam spoke.

You said your goodbyes and you both made your way to the dance floor.

Everything was going great. You and Robin were dancing and singing your heart out. You both had danced with some friends as well. The both of you were now at a table eating snacks and just talking about the night so far. As you were talking with one another, a slow song started to play. You both make your way to the dance floor to have a special moment. There you are in the middle of the gym, holding one another and just enjoying each other. This night was perfect. Or so you thought.

“Well look at you two, how adorable!” Chrissy said as she approached the two of you.

“Can’t you leave us alone for one night Cunningham?” You asked in annoyance.

“I come in peace I promise!” She stated with her hands up.

“Uh huh, I’m sure you do.” Robin said also now annoyed at this point.

“Honest I swear! Look I know that things aren’t so great between us, but I just wanted to offer your spot back to you on the team!” Chrissy began as she turned to look at you.

Chrissy continued to go on and on about some random bullshit as she does when suddenly Robin felt something wet fall onto her hand. She looked down to see a droplet of red. Robin looked above and saw what appeared to be a bucket with some rope tied around it on the rafters above you both. She turned to the left to see the other cheer squad members laughing with one another holding onto the rope that was attached to the bucket. She turned to you to get your attention.

“We have to go, like now!” Robin whispered in your ear.

You looked at her and could see that she was serious. You nodded to her. “Well you know Chrissy, this little chit chat was fun and all, but I think we’re gonna head out now. You and Jason go have a fun time now!” You say trying to get away from her.

Chrissy tried to get you both to stay and talk with her, but despite her efforts you both weren’t budging and kept walking away. This made her extremely mad and her demeanor changed. “Ugh god get back here NOW!” She yelled at you.

As you turned around to face her, you saw red liquid falling from the ceiling. Robin pulled you out of the way as it came down. It all fell directly onto Chrissy. “What in the Carrie?” You said to yourself as you watched the scene in front of you. The gym fell silent at this point. A few other people were hit with whatever was in the bucket, but it was mostly all over Chrissy. The realization had hit her like a truck and she began to scream off the top of her lungs. You both made your way out of the gym and booked it for Eddie’s van.

“No no no Lord of the Rings is so much better than that!” Eddie proclaimed.

“God you are such a nerd!” Steve laughed. Suddenly the van door swung open. “Whoa whoa what happened? Are you both okay?” Steve asked as you and Robin jumped into the van and slammed the door shut. You were both out of breath from running.

“Well considering the fact that we almost got Carrie’d!” Robin exclaimed while trying to catch her breath.

“Huh?” Steve questioned.

“My god Harrington do you seriously not watch movies?” Eddie teased.

“Okay we can pick on Steve about that later!” You stated trying to get to the point.

“Hey!” Steve proclaimed.

“Chrissy tried to pour a bucket of-” You began.

“Pigs blood?!?” Eddie squealed.

“No! Now let me finish you goose!” You laughed. “It looked like I don’t know-”

“Red paint!” Robin stated.

“How do you know?” Steve asked, turning back to the both of you as Eddie drove you all back to your place.

“The way it stained my hand is the same way that paint does. Can’t imagine what she’s gonna look like after this.” Robin said.

“What I wanna know is how the hell did you guys not get hit with that?” Eddie asked.

“Robin was the one that got me out of there.” You said.

“I felt something wet on my hand and saw the red. Then I looked up and saw the bucket that the cheerleaders were tugging at with a rope across the gym.” Robin replied.

“That was some quick thinking there Buckley, nice job.” Eddie said, giving Robin props.

“Thanks Eddie.” She said with a smile.

“Now as for you!” You said poking Steve. “I can’t believe you haven’t seen Carrie!”

“I keep telling him he needs to watch it!” Robin chuckled.

“Okay you know what!” Steve stated.

“Thanks for the ride Ed’s, drive safe now okay?” You said as you stood at the driver side window of the van.

“Hey, I’m here anytime and I will try my best.” He laughed.

“Edward!” You yelled.

“Okay okay, I’ll drive safe! You go and get some sleep.” Eddie said. You said your goodbyes and Eddie drove off. You made your way over to Robin to say goodbye to her as well.

“Well despite everything that just happened, I had a really good time with you tonight. I’m really glad that we went.” You giggled.

“Yeah me too, it was a really special night that I definitely will never forget!” She laughed back.

Robin pulled you close and wrapped her arms around you. “Though, to be fair every moment with you is special because I get to spend it with my beautiful girlfriend.” Robin spoke softly. You began to turn a bright shade of pink. “Aww is someone blushing?” She teased, you put your head into her neck to hide the flustered expression on your face.

You pulled away and looked at her for a moment. “I love you so much.” You professed.

“I love you too, my sweet angel.” She said, smiling back at you.

Robin pulled you in one more time, but this time it was to give you a kiss. Every time you would kiss each other, it was instant sparks. She loved how soft your lips were against hers. Robin pulled you closer to deepen the kiss. She didn’t want this night to end, but that thought was soon interrupted by Steve coughing loudly indicating that it was time to go.

You pulled away from one another shortly after. “Well, I guess I’ll see you on Sunday for our usual breakfast date.” Robin said as she gently kissed your cheek.

“I’ll pick you up at the usual time!” You giggled.

“You sleep well, okay love bug?” Robin suggested.

“I will, you better sleep well too!” You replied.

“I promise, scouts honor!” Robin said, holding up her hand.

“I’ll see you Sunday you goose.” You chuckled and said your goodbyes.

Once Steve left, you went inside and decompressed from the night you just had. As you lay in bed thinking about how perfect the night was, you began to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

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don't leave me here {e.m}

prompt: you're bleeding out and eddie has to save you.

character: eddie munson x plus size female reader

part of my e.m 'pretty eyes' series

Blood. There was so much blood.

Eddie dropped to his knees in front of you, "Jesus! Fucking hell! What the fuck?!" The panicked string of curses left his mouth quick and furious.

He stared down at your gasping, convulsing body in absolute horror. Eddie Munson wasn't one of these 'hero' guys. He wasn't like Steve Harrington or Nancy Wheeler or- or fucking Superman, okay? He was a runner. He ran and he hid from shit like this. He wasn't brave. He was a fraud; scared, weak. Eddie Munson thought that he was nothing at all.

Things changed when he saw you like that.

"What do I do? What the fuck do I do?!"

You weren't really focusing on what he was saying, all you could really do was stare up at him as your mouth tried to form words. His eyes connected with yours; fear meeting fear and when he saw how scared you were, lying there, bleeding out onto cold cement, he swallowed and closed his eyes for the briefest of moments.

When he opened his eyes again, the fear was gone and instead was replaced with calm.

"This is gonna hurt... and I'm sorry." He took a deep breath and pressed down on the wound that was on your side. You couldn't speak but my god, you could scream; loud and piercing. Eddie rambled apologies over the sound of you, wincing as he listened to you. No one else was here. It was just you and Eddie in the Upside Down with a whole lot of monsters. Eddie needed to stop the bleeding long enough to get you back into the normal world and get you to the hospital.

He could feel his heart beating fast and furious in his chest. It almost hurt him. He was terrified but he knew that you were even more scared than he was so he knew that he had to focus and just do it; do something. No running, not today.

The blood seeped from between his fingers, he needed something to stop the bleeding. Thinking quick, he grabbed the two handkerchiefs that he kept in his pockets, bundled them together, and pressed them hard against your side.

"You still with me?" He asked, anxiously glancing to your face.

Your eyes were squeezed shut and you were holding onto his wrist in a white knuckled grip, "E-Eds- I'm not gonna-"

"Shut up." He glowered at you, "I'm not having that conversation, it's strictly not an option. I'm going to get the bleeding to stop a bit and then I'm gonna take you back through the gate and we'll get you to the hospital. You'll be fine. You'll be fine. It'll be fine."

His hands trembled and his whole body was caked in a cold sweat as the blood continued to pour. Why wasn't it stopping? Why wasn't it slowing down?

He cursed under his breath and dropped everything to stand up. With fumbling hands, he pulled off his belt. He'd watched Nancy do this to Harrington, minus the belt but with her t-shirt, she'd tied it really tight around his wound and it helped add extra pressure. He had to try, right? He told you it would hurt and boy, did it hurt. The searing hot pain made your head spin and made your vision blur and you almost felt yourself succumbing to the sleepiness that crept into the corners of your mind, dulling things and making things fuzzy around the edges.

It was Eddie's voice, hoarse and cracking, "Please don't leave me. Don't you dare fucking leave me in this stupid town myself." Hearing that, hearing how upset and vulnerable he sounded made you open your eyes for the briefest of moments.

"I gotta get you outta here," Eddie murmured, "Back through the gate and hopefully Harrington will be on the other side close by and we can get you in a car and straight to the hospital."

You shook your head, inhaling deeply, "Y-You can't get me through the gate. I-I'm too heavy to ca-carry."

Eddie rolled his eyes, "You're bleeding out and you're worried about your weight?" A moment of humour in an otherwise traumatic situation.

It was stupid and you weren't thinking rationally but you never liked people lifting you, you'd always hated it since a boy in your sixth grade class called you heavy. Since then, no one had lifted you. Despite knowing that Eddie could probably hold your weight, you would rather die in the Upside Down than have him unable to lift you or call you heavy.

"Hey," Eddie said, bloody hands on your cheeks, "I can lift you. I'll get you outta here, I promise... You gotta trust me." His eyes scanned your face, "You trust me?"

You nodded slowly, "Yeah. I trust you."

"I dunno if it'll hurt or not but my trailer's just over there, it won't be long... just hold on tight." You hadn't noticed his hands under your knees and neck until he was hoisting you into the air. The pain was there but duller, lesser. You didn't know if that was a good thing or not. Your eyes were heavy, tired. Eddie could tell as he ran through the upside down with you in his arms that things weren't looking good. Despite the belt applying as much pressure as possible, you were still bleeding, blood seeping into his t-shirt and jean jacket, staining and soaking wherever it touched.

Eddie glanced down at you, "Open your eyes, (y/n). Open those pretty eyes!" The sound of the nickname woke you for the slightest of seconds and then you tumbled backwards into the darkness.

At the sight of your eyes rolling and body limp, Eddie cursed and used his foot to kick open the trailer door; stupid thing swung open easily.

Eddie began to screech for Harrington, for Nancy, for anyone. His friends should've been back by now. Eddie closed his eyes as he stared up through the gate to see no one staring down at him. They weren't back yet. This couldn't be it; this wasn't going to be the end. He lay you down on the mattress on the floor and grabbed a chair to stand on when all of a sudden he heard, "Jesus, what happened? Is she okay?!"

Steve and Nancy stared down horrified at the sight of you lying unconscious, "Help me get her outta here, Harrington, or she's not gonna make it."

Getting you up and out of the Upside Down was easier than Eddie had expected since he had the help of Nancy and Steve. Together, they managed to get you through the gate and Steve helped carry you to his car.

Eddie's heart hadn't stopped racing, his hands trembling and sweating as the engine roared whilst Steve drove. Nancy looked to the backseat where you lay with Eddie crouched over you, hand in yours. He kept yelling over the sound of the engine to drive faster. "We're friends with the Chief of Police hurry the fuck up Harrington!" So, Steve put his foot down.

He doesn't stop talking to you, doesn't stop muttering and murmuring to you. He doesn't know what the hell he's saying to you but he read once that talking to someone is a good way to keep them awake - he didn't know how true that was but he'd try anything.

"Open your pretty eyes for me, (y/n)."

"You hear me? You hear my voice?"

"I'm terrified... Fuck, I'm so scared."

"Please don't leave me. Please don't leave me."

"I love you. I fucking love you."

The hospital loomed ahead and Steve put his foot down, cutting the red light. Nancy gripped onto her seat. Steve's turns grew harsh and fast and the three of them were nearly launched when he slammed on the breaks, car coming to a squealing stop.

"Help me get her out." Eddie said to Steve.

The car lay abandoned as Steve and Eddie carried you into the hospital. Nancy ran ahead, calling for help loudly and grabbing a stretcher which sat beside reception empty. The next few moments passed in a blur. You were bundled onto the stretcher, Eddie holding your hand, and a few doctors surrounded and huddled trying to figure out what was best to do.

"We need to take her now, sir," one of the doctor's said to Eddie, "you need to let go of her hand."

Eddie wanted to protest, wanted to fight and demand to stay with you but it was Harrington's hands on his shoulders that tugged him away from you and then, the three of them were all alone in reception and you were wheeled away.

Eddie hadn't known true fear until today. Seeing you bleeding and injured and now, stuck in limbo wondering and praying that you'd be okay. It was up to the doctor's now. It was their job to save you. Eddie wasn't religious but in those few tense hours of waiting, he prayed to every god, every saint, every public figure he could think of to pray that you'd be okay and that you'd pull through. Nancy and Steve stayed the whole time, keeping him occupied with small talk and fuelled by coffee.

"Eddie, stop pacing. Come and sit down," Nancy said, patting the seat beside her, "Just try to relax-"

"I can't," he shook his head, curls flying, "I can't rest until I know that she's okay."

"Are you here for (y/n)?" A voice asked from beside them.

Eddie whirled around, nodding wildly, "Yes, is she okay? Is she- Is she...?"

"Who wrapped the belt around her waist to stop the bleeding?" The doctor asked.

Eddie frowned, "It was me." His face dropped, "Did I do something wrong? Oh my god, did I hurt her more?"

The doctor shook his head, patting Eddie's shoulder, "Really nice touch with the belt, kid, that probably saved her life," the doctor said, "she'll be okay."

Eddie wasn't a crier, he couldn't remember the last time he properly broke down and just cried... until now. It was a mixture of relief, happiness, stress and god knows what else but he just broke down. You were okay; you would be okay. A heavy hand landed on his shoulder, he had thought it was the doctor offering sympathy, but was rather surprised to see Harrington, "Thank you," he said to the doctor, allowing him to leave. Once the doctor was gone, Steve patted his back, "(y/n)'s okay, you saved her, Munson. You did it."

Eddie couldn't speak. The tears kept flowing and as he sat down, Steve's hand stayed on his shoulder and Nancy's hand found Eddie's arm and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

You were going to be okay; everything was going to be okay.

#one shot #eddie munson #pretty eyes series #pretty eyes #plus size series #plus size reader #imagine #reader insert #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #prompt

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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Another request idea! I was listening to What a Time To Be Alive by Fall Out Boy and the line "But, baby, please, I just need someone to hold me Even though you don't even know me" struck me as a particularly good steddie prompt. Maybe some hurt/comfort? Thanks for even reading this request!

Full disclosure: I never got really into FOB. I mean obviously love their classics. Anything that was on the radio I liked it just fine. But I did have to go listen and look up the lyrics for this one because just that line had me going feral with an idea. I've read a few fics where Steve and Eddie meet at a party, which honestly makes a lot of sense canonically. Eddie has the goods, parties need the goods, Steve threw a lot of parties. This is a slightly different take on that premise. It's a LOT of hurt, and a LOT of comfort. Steve is kind of pitiful actually, and I love that for him. Eddie's super into it too. Also tagged it light dom/sub because of nonsexual type things that happen while Eddie is comforting Steve. To me, since they didn't have a discussion about it and aren't in a relationship, it could just be seen as one dude kind of being a little pushy when taking care of another dude, but that tag doesn't exist so here we are. I hope this gets posted in time for you to cry in the school pick up line! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve should not have come to this party. Tommy always threw a huge one at the end of the year, right when his parents left for their anniversary vacation, and Steve always came.

But this year was the first year he hadn’t been invited by Tommy.

He really hadn’t been invited at all, but it was just common knowledge that it was happening here and now, so here he was.

No more crown, hanging onto his sanity by a thread, and his only friends were barely 13 years old.

Being a wallflower was a new thing for him.

He watches from the corner of the kitchen, sees the people he used to call friends getting drunk, getting high, dancing. It doesn’t seem fun anymore.

He’s glad that’s not him anymore.

So why does he feel like crying?

He holds it in, takes small sips of his beer, focusing on the bitter taste. He didn’t even like beer. Just drank it to maintain the King of Keg Stands crown

As the night drags on, it sinks in that he just doesn’t fit in this world anymore. It wasn’t made for him, he wasn’t made for it.

He didn’t really fit anywhere.

He choked back a sob, rushing out the back door of the house and down to the pond that Tommy and his dad fished out of.

No one ever went out here, too worried about bugs or snakes, but Steve couldn’t find it in himself to care right now.

His legs gave out when he reached the dock, his body sinking down to the wood below him as he felt tears fall down his face.

It wasn’t a panic attack, he’d had plenty of those, made it through plenty of them on his own. This was just sadness.

He was alone out here, not even the noise of the party to keep him company.

He was alone everywhere, really.

Sure, he had the kids. But they were kids. They hung out with him because he protected them, not because they thought of him as a friend.

His parents hadn’t been home in nearly six months, hadn’t called in two, didn’t even seem interested in the fact that he was graduating high school.

Nancy didn’t give him the time of day, nor should she after everything that happened.

The friends he grew up with, the friends he thought would be there for him, ended up being terrible.

“Shit, Harrington? Is that you?”

Steve sniffed.

He couldn’t be found like this, his reputation would suffer even more, somehow.

He wiped his eyes quickly, hoping that it was dark enough the other person wouldn’t see the movement.

“Uh, yep,” Steve managed to say after a deep breath, surprised that his voice didn’t sound as wrecked as he felt.

He turned around and saw Eddie Munson walking up the dock.

Everyone knew Eddie only got invited to these parties because he sold weed. Eddie himself only came to the parties because he knew he could make a killing just for showing up for an hour or two.

The only times he’d ever spoken to Eddie were to make sure he showed up for his own parties, offering him a tip of $20 just to come well-stocked.

He always came, never accepted the tip, and usually left a rolled joint in Steve’s room at the end of the party.

He didn’t think he did that for everyone, but he was too scared that it would stop if he asked.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Just felt like fishing,” Steve responded, slapping his hand against his face as soon as he said it.

“With your bare hands in the dark?” Eddie snorted. “I will give you free weed for a year if you can manage to do that right now.”

Steve cracked a small smile.

“Make it free weed for life and I may consider hopping in and giving it a try.”

Eddie’s laugh filled the night, loud and full of life. Something Steve needed to hear.

But Eddie sobered quickly, watching as Steve looked down at his lap.

“Needed a break from the party?”

“Guess so.”

“It didn’t seem like you were doing much in there.”

Steve just shrugged, not sure how to explain without crying again.

But apparently Eddie wasn’t going to let him get away with that.

“Heard about you and Nancy, man. Sorry it didn’t work out,” Eddie said, nudging his shoulder with his hand.

He was really close, close enough for Steve to feel the warmth radiating from his body. It was that awkward time between spring and summer, and the night was warm, but it still felt nice.

He hadn’t had someone so close to him on purpose in a long time. Maybe if he scooted an inch to the left, he would brush against Eddie’s hand just right and-

“Shit, you’re crying again,” Eddie said.

His hand was suddenly on Steve’s shoulder, and Steve shivered at the contact.

He closed his eyes and realized that, yes, he was crying again.

Dammit.

Warm, strong arms were wrapping around him, pulling him tight against an equally warm, strong chest.

He let out a sob, his chest hurting with the effort it took to hold in as much noise as he could.

A hand was in his hair, fingers carefully running through the length of it.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Let it out. I got ya,” Eddie was saying quietly against the top of his head, his breath sending shivers down Steve’s spine.

Steve couldn’t catch his breath. The way Eddie was holding him, talking to him, caring for him, it was more than he’d ever really had.

He knew he’d never see or talk to Eddie again, so why not embarrass himself?

“Match my breaths, Stevie,” Eddie calmly tried getting him to calm down.

And he could if he tried, he knew he could. He wasn’t having a panic attack, just a breakdown he’d been meaning to have for a year now. He needed to get it out.

“Look at me.”

Eddie’s tone was different now, deeper and difficult to ignore.

Steve looked at him, eyes wide, wet with tears still falling. His nose was running, he could feel it starting to drip, but Eddie was holding him tightly, and he couldn’t move his hands to try to wipe his face at all.

“Good boy.”

Steve shivered again. He blamed it on a chill in the air, but he knew that they both knew there was no chill in the air.

The air was humid, a rainstorm expected the next day keeping the environment around them stale and still.

“You can cry as much as you want, but you have to breathe. Understand?”

Steve nodded, taking in a shaky breath.

“Better,” Eddie smiled, his face still showing concern, but relaxing when Steve started taking more frequent, slow breaths.

He felt less tears gather and fall the more breaths he took, his eyes never leaving Eddie’s smiling face.

“Doing better, sweetheart?”

Steve nodded, but he still felt the lingering loneliness, knew that when Eddie left him, he’d be back to square one.

“What’s got you so upset, huh?”

Steve shrugged, letting his head rest on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Did someone hurt you?”

What a loaded fucking question that was.

Yeah, a lot of people hurt Steve, for as long as he could remember, emotionally and physically.

But he wasn’t about to spill his guts to Eddie, even if he was being nice. He didn’t know the guy enough to start talking about his abandonment issues.

Eddie’s hands were running along his back, soft and then harder, soft again, then settled in his lower back.

His hands were big, bigger than Steve’s even, and his fingers were long. His splayed out hands covered all of Steve’s lower back area.

He felt covered, protected.

He didn’t want to get up.

“Steve, if someone hurt you, you need to tell someone. It doesn’t have to be me, but maybe your parents or the counselor.”

“Can’t tell my parents if they’re the ones who hurt me,” Steve spoke before realizing what he was saying.

It hit him so suddenly, he started to pull away, a small whimper leaving his body without his consent.

But Eddie wasn’t letting him go, tightened his arms around him and shushed him gently.

“Hey, stay with me. We don’t have to talk about it, let me just hold you a bit more.”

Steve gave in. He couldn’t understand why, or how, or what was running through his mind. He just knew the way Eddie was holding him made him feel whole for maybe the first time in his life.

He chased that feeling, sinking further into Eddie’s chest and letting the man rock him back and forth slowly.

Thinking went out the window as one of Eddie’s hands slowly brushed through his hair, then a finger slowly traced along his hairline, down his jaw, over his lips.

The whimper he let out now had nothing to do with being upset.

“Okay, sweetheart?”

“Why are you being nice to me?”

Eddie’s fingers froze, but only for a moment. Steve knew he’d never outright bullied Eddie, had probably been nicer to him than most of his friends had, but it didn’t change the fact that he’d never been particularly kind either.

His finger moved back along his lip, then up along his nose, then to his forehead. It was like he was trying to commit everything to memory, soaking every moment of this up because he didn’t think he’d have it again.

And maybe he wouldn’t.

But Steve wanted this to happen again when he wasn’t having a mental breakdown in Tommy’s backyard.

“Because sometimes there’s a lot more to people than what everyone sees and I think I see you a lot better than most people do. I don’t need you to explain anything to know you’re hurting and you don’t deserve to be.”

He said it like it was simple, like it made all the sense in the world for him to comfort him.

Maybe to him it did.

“But I was an asshole.”

“You were. But it doesn’t take a genius to see you aren’t anymore.”

“How do you know that?”

Eddie was quiet for a minute, his fingers moving back to Steve’s hair and tugging gently so he had to pull away from his chest and look at him.

“The old Steve would have never even given me a chance to help. He also wouldn’t have been standing by the wall for a party like this or escaping to a secluded area to cry. The old Steve wouldn’t be looking at me like you are right now.”

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like you want me to kiss you,” Eddie smiled.

He said it easily. Like saying it wouldn’t have made most other guys punch him immediately.

“And if I do?”

“You’ll have to ask nicely. You may be a changed man, but I do deserve some manners.”

Steve smiled at him, his charm replacing any lingering sadness.

“Oh? So if I were to lean in and kiss you that would be rude? I need to say please?”

Even in the dark, Steve could see Eddie blushing.

“I’m not stopping you,” Eddie finally said, voice strong despite the redness of his cheeks.

“So if I said please, you’d kiss me?” Steve asked as he inched closer, his breath hot against Eddie’s lips.

“If you said please, I’d do anything you wanted,” Eddie gasped out.

“Please kiss me,” Steve breathed out, his lips gently grazing against Eddie’s.

Eddie pushed forward the final centimeters, his lips warm and wet against Steve’s.

They both groaned into the kiss, Eddie’s hands cupping Steve’s jaw to keep him there.

Steve moved so he could straddle Eddie’s lap, his hands resting on Eddie’s shoulders as he finally gained the higher ground.

He realized quickly he didn’t want it, not with Eddie.

He let out a whimper and Eddie pulled away for a moment, but only to smirk and nudge him back.

“This dock isn’t gonna collapse under us, is it?”

“Don’t know,” Steve supplied as he settled on his back, Eddie hovering over him.

“Guess we’ll have to find out.”

Eddie’s lips were back on his, demanding, but slow.

Minutes passed, maybe hours.

Steve felt safer than he ever had, here under Eddie, with every possibility that someone could find them eventually and not giving a shit about it.

Eddie would keep him safe.

He didn’t know Eddie well, but he knew that much.

No one who helped a known asshole when he was having a breakdown at a party would just leave him to be beat up for kissing a dude.

The way Eddie touched him, rough hands fluttering over any place his skin was visible, lips and tongue making new patterns against his own, it felt like Steve was being cherished, appreciated, loved.

If this was all he ever got, if this is all he ever felt and tasted of Eddie, he thinks it would be enough.

Or it wouldn’t and he would never feel like this again.

“You’re thinking too loud, sweetheart,” Eddie mumbled against his lips.

“Just feels good,” Steve added, placing another kiss against his lips.

He could feel the shift, the way Eddie was slowing down, pulling away inch by inch.

It wasn’t enough.

Steve whimpered.

“Sh. It’s okay, Stevie. We’re just pausing for now,” Eddie moved back, kissing his forehead before there was too much space between them.

He heard voices in the distance, a reminder that the party was still happening and possibly wrapping up.

“Did you drive here?”

“I walked.”

“You walked?”

Eddie sounded upset.

“I’m only a street away. Not a long walk.”

“I’ll drive you back to yours. Walking this late after so many idiots have been drinking and plan to drive is dangerous.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a damsel in distress or whatever they’re called.”

“Ah, but you are. Crying alone outside in the dark, waiting for a big, strong man to come save you? My chariot awaits!” Eddie was helping him stand as he spoke, then bowed and gestured towards the road where his van must have been parked.

Steve couldn’t help the laugh he let out.

Yeah, maybe he was a damsel in distress. Maybe he would let Eddie rescue him.

Maybe he didn’t have to be so lonely, at least for tonight.

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This Could Get Ugly 6. Views from the Outside

Summary: It's 1983 and The Downsides need another lead singer and you just happen to need a band--it's a perfect match. The only issue? You have to pretend to be in a relationship with your bandmate, Steve Harrington, but you can't help but be drawn to the band's broody guitar player.

pairing: s.h. x fem!reader, e.m. x fem!reader, j.b. x n.w.,

warnings: Mention of French people, angst, fake relationships,

A/N: Hello! Once again, thank you to everyone who interacted with this in any way! I love to hear feedback and see that you're enjoying the work! Another thing: My goal with this story is that it's told over the span of 4 individual works, with "This Could Get Ugly" being the first one. What this means is that there's going to be a LOT of juicy drama to enjoy but I will be taking my time getting to it. It's been super important to me that I tell the story right and at my own pace so while it may seem like the romance is tilting to one guy over another--just know, that that's all part of the plan! My pet peeve when reading love triangle type of stuff is when you can immediately tell which love interest is the end game so my goal for this is to be as even as possible, offering romance for both Steve and Eddie (In my mind, this is less of a love triangle and more of a love different people at different points in time type of thing). Anyway, what a long note! Please enjoy the chapter!

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Subrosa Article

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JONATHAN: I never wanted to be famous, I just wanted to play music and make enough money to support my family. I could do all of that and more with The Downsides.

I felt like the luckiest guy in the world then. We were finally starting to see some stability as a band and even though things weren’t exactly as we expected, things were good. I mean we were making music we loved with people we liked—back when we all still liked each other.

***

October 1983—Los Angeles, California

As the studio had predicted, the band’s single was a total hit, as were you and Steve in the press. The gamble Starcourt was starting to pay off.

Everyone was more relieved than happy about that news.

What followed was a few grueling weeks of rerecording the band’s nearly completed album while also strategically traipsing arm-in-arm with Steve around every romantic spot in Hollywood trying to bait the paparazzi.

Things had finally slowed down a bit since the album was in post-production, but Starcourt still had you on a tight schedule. You had transitioned into rehearsing for the band’s upcoming tour. That’s how certain Startcourt was that the Downsides were going to be a success—you were rehearsing for a tour that hadn’t even been announced yet for an album that hadn’t even been released.

You try not to think about what it would mean if the band didn’t meet the label’s expectations. Instead, you focus on figuring out how to adapt to the band you’re now a part of.

The obvious lack of familiarity between all of you was not as pronounced when you were re-recording in the studio, now that you’re all rehearsing together, it is impossible to ignore. The original members of the band share a bond that keeps them incredibly in sync, oftentimes leaving you and Eddie struggling both on and off the stage. You’ve been working to adapt though, and you’ve made progress, sometimes you’re even close to feeling like the band has accepted you as one of their own. But then something will happen that will leave you feeling like an outsider once more.

***

The last thing a hungover you needs to see at seven in the morning is a Subrosa article questioning your moral character and calling you a man-eater. The universe—in the form of one Nancy Wheeler—has a different idea.

“Have you seen this?” the keyboardist asks, indignation coloring her tone, as she slings the offending publication across your lap.

You hadn’t seen it, in fact, but one look at the grainy picture of you and Steve and you can assume what the article says.

You sigh tiredly in response, “Honestly Nancy, you shouldn’t pay attention to this shit. I don’t know why you let it bother you so much.”

“It’s just so unfair that they’re singing Steve’s praises and are still dragging you through the mud, even though you’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Exactly, there’s no winning with them, not for me. So why don’t we just say fuck them and do whatever we want?” You find it in yourself to waggle your eyebrows playfully at her earning a giggle from the otherwise serious girl.

You catch Eddie watching your exchange from across the large warehouse that is serving as the band’s rehearsal space with a curious amount of interest.

The two of you have barely spoken since your row outside of Starcourt. It’s not like you’re missing out on much though, since Eddie barely interacts with the band beyond rehearsal which makes his apparent engagement with your conversation unusual. Eddie, realizing he’s been caught staring, opens his mouth to say something but is quickly interrupted by a very late Steve and Robin.

“Hey, have you seen the latest issue of Subrosa?” Steve asks, harried and out of breath.

You try not to think about the fact that this is the third time this week that the two of them have shown up together and late.

“Yes, we were just talking about it, which you would’ve known if the two of you were on time for once,” Nancy jabs back with no real heat, just the annoyance of an older sister chastising her siblings.

“Hey, don’t blame me, Robin wanted to—” he stops short as soon as his eyes land on you and coughs awkwardly.

“I wanted to stop by the post office,” Robin rushes to say. “It’s Bastille Day and I needed to send a card to my French pen pal, Celine in honor of the occasion.”

“Isn’t Bastille Day in July?” You ask Robin.

She flushes scarlet. “Right, exactly, that’s why this is so important, my card was already like three months late. You know how French people are about punctuality.”

She then exchanges a meaningful glance with Steve and Nancy who seem to be having their own sort of conversation consisting solely of glances and eyebrow movement.

“Fine, whatever,” Nancy exhales after a few terse moments of silent communication, “let’s just start please.”

She stands and the others follow suit. You, however, remain sat, trying to figure out what exactly had just happened.

Steve, sensing you hadn’t moved, turns to throw you an apologetic look over his shoulder before beaconing gently with a nod of his head. You sigh but join him, nonetheless.

This happens a lot.

***

JONATHAN: When the whole staged relationship thing first started, I don’t think any of us had any idea what that meant. I mean, sure, it started out as the gimmick that got us through the door but it soon became something bigger than that. Their relationship was synonymous with the band and it's success and I'm sure that resulted in a lot of pressure.

I think for the two of them, though, the most difficult part was trying to keep things professional, especially when other people began to get involved.

***

None of the personal dynamics mattered when you were all playing together.

What you loved most about your bandmates was that they cared about the music just as much as you did. That had become clear from the very first rehearsal and even now, nearly a month in, you’re still in awe watching them all perform alongside you.

Prim, soft-spoken Nancy turned into a wild thing on the keyboard, her whole body moving with the music, fingers flying over the keys like it was nothing. Ever the perfectionist, she would never miss a note, and on the off chance that she did, curse words you had never heard before streamed out of her mouth, causing your eyes to go wide every time.

Jonathan, too, became something else: full of bravado and fire, hair swinging wildly and even jumping around on stage. His playing had a smoothness to it, he knew when to show restraint and let someone else shine and when to bring it himself.

Argyle and Robin were the biggest transformations, though. Gone was goofy and easy-going Argyle the person and all that was left behind was the laser-focused drummer, who seemed to move on instinct to create a strong musical foundation for the rest of you. Robin, who normally was a bit erratic and all over the place, became the self-assured, quick-thinking driving force behind the band. It was like she knew exactly how the song needed to sound and what each person needed to bring to get there. She was the first to let anyone know there was something amiss and no one took it the wrong way because she was rarely wrong.

Steve and Eddie were exactly what you had expected, however, what you did not expect was how alike they would be. They both moved gracefully and with careless precision. Showmen in equal measures.

Once you had familiarized yourself with your bandmates, figuring out how you fit into the band’s onstage dynamic was easy.

Off-stage was a whole different story.

***

JONATHAN: I mean, yeah, I think it was natural that there was a bit of a divide in those early days between the ‘original’ band and our two new members. It’s not for lack of trying though, it’s just, well the five of us lived in a house together and had known each other for years, it was probably kinda intimidating trying to jump into that dynamic. I also got the feeling that the other two weren’t really used to having friends. They both seemed to have their guards up in their own way.

With her you could tell she was holding back, almost like she was afraid of doing the wrong thing and well, with Eddie… you know how he is.

I think it was that feeling of sort of being on the outside that first drew them together, honestly.

***

Your eyes scan over the small craft services area that makes up part of your rehearsal space. Most of the band starts at one table, chatting amiably over lunch. Before you can even take a step in their direction, though, your eyes zero in on Steve and Robin, whose heads are bent, close together, whispering to one another intimately and you falter.

As much as you enjoyed Robin and Steve individually, watching them interact with one another often stoked an aching loneliness in you that you struggled to put out and the more time you spent with them only made it worse. After six weeks, you were worn thin.

Deciding that you’d rather not foster any unearned feelings, you turn to the only other table where Eddie is sitting alone bent over a thick paperback.

Trying to play it as cool as you can, you reach inside your bag to pull out your own book, and casually sit down across from the long-haired boy.

He stares you down. You raise an eyebrow in response.

“Didn’t know you could read,” he says casually.

“Funny, I was just about to say the same thing about you,” you shoot back with no real bite.

He chuckles to himself, seemingly impressed before gesturing to your book.

“Didn’t peg you for a Baldwin type either,” Eddie says, eyes scanning the cover of your book.

You shrug, noncommittally, “I found a copy Beal Street sitting with a bunch of junk on my neighbor’s curb and I’ve been a fan since.”

He barks out a laugh so loud it catches everyone’s attention.

Conversation halts and you feel your bandmates’ curious gazes fall on you all at once.

“Forgive me, princess, but I have a hard time imagining you digging through other people's trash for books from what I know of you.”

“And what do you know about me, Eddie? I mean, other than the stuff Subrosa prints.”

His face falls in response.

The two of you spend the rest of your lunch in silence, pretending not to notice the way everyone else is staring.

***

JONATHAN: They ate lunch together every day after that, barely talking, reading their books. I don’t think they were friends or anything, but I did see them exchange books a few times.

It did stress Nancy out, I think, the divide. It made her think we weren’t doing enough to be “welcoming” to them. Argyle and I didn’t really care, and Robin was dealing with her on shit at the time.

***

ROBIN : Yeah, I was seeing this girl, and I was trying to keep it under wraps from well… everyone actually. Steve was a really great friend though; he would always give me rides to and from her place when I needed them.

***

JONATHAN: ...a nd Steve liked to pretend that he didn’t care but he definitely did.

ROBIN: Of course, Steve cared, are you kidding?

NANCY: We could tell it bothered him.

STEVE : Did I care that she was eating lunch with Munson and kept avoiding me outside of rehearsal? No! Of course not.

***

November 1983, Los Angeles, California

The Downsides’ debut album was released on November 6, 1983, to commercial and critical success.

People immediately took to the upbeat synth sound paired with the introspective and clever lyrics. On top of that, you and Steve were, quite literally the talk of the town.

There were entire articles in gossip magazines dedicated to parsing out details of your relationship from the song lyrics on the album and coming up with theories about what the lyrics were about.

And all of that just from a few pictures of you two holding hands. Starcourt was ecstatic, they had bottled magic.

As much as everyone wanted to celebrate, you weren’t out of the woods yet, there were still the press junkets.

A growing list of TV and radio appearances that the band was required to be at plagued Hopper who was tasked with making sure you were all present and willing at these appearances. And of course, that you didn’t make fools of yourselves or Starcourt.

The label had taken it upon itself to send everyone PR briefings—essentially a long list of things no one should say under any circumstances during interviews.

Normally, you would think a list like this was overkill but knowing some of your bandmates, it was definitely needed.

All the eyes (and the pressure) would be on you and Steve, though, everyone knew that. You two were the ‘It Couple’ everyone wanted to hear from, and you weren’t quite sure what you were going to say.

The pap photos were easy: it was just walking around or sometimes getting lunch, holding hands, and looking like you were enjoying each other’s company. Something that wasn’t difficult since conversation flowed easily between the two of you. At first, you would talk music—Steve was incredibly dedicated and knowledgeable, you quickly found out—but eventually, the two of you had branched into other topics. You learned about Steve’s life growing up in Indiana, about all his likes and dislikes, and everything about the band. He managed to pull the same information from you and you let him.

Even the physical stuff was easy, with time. In the beginning, it was an experiment of firsts. While you were pretty well-versed in the practice of feigned affection, you were used to the guy always making the first (fake) move. Most of the guys you had been "set up" with were the "act first, ask permission later" type. Steve was polite and considerate to a fault, and it took you two full dates to convince him that he didn't have to ask before holding your hand and an entire week more to work up to the kiss on the cheek. After those conversations though, touching Steve, in one way or another, had become second nature.

So much so, in fact, that it had begun to bleed into your everyday lives. It was not unusual during the time of your re-recording, to be at the studio and have Steve come up from behind you to rest his hand in the gentle dip of your waist only for you to lean back as you inhaled that scent that was uniquely him: smokey sandalwood and hair pomade.

Right around the time rehearsal started you realized that perhaps the two of you were becoming too comfortable with that type of affection, especially given how much time he spent with Robin, and you had begun to keep a subtle distance between the two of you whenever you weren’t on stage.

Steve while intelligent in his own right, had never struck you as the kind of person to pick up on subtleties, so when he brings up this distance you realize that either you severely underestimated his abilities, or you were not as subtle as you thought you’d been.

It’s a few days before the first stop of the Press Tour—An early morning slot with Wake Up, USA! —that has the two of you sitting on your couch when he brings it up. You had invited Steve over to practice answering any possible questions you may have to field together and make sure you’re on the same page.

As it turns out though, outside of music, Steve is not much for rehearsing.

“Can’t we just wing it?” Steve asks as he lies sprawled on your couch.

You huff in response, “No, we can’t just wing it. This is a big deal! This is our first time out as a couple, and we have to be believable.”

Steve scoffs at this and you raise an annoyed eyebrow in response.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he shrugs in response, “it’s just hard to act like a couple when you’ve been avoiding me for, like, the past month.”

He doesn’t sound accusatory or angry when he says this, just matter-of-fact.

“I haven’t been avoiding you,” you sputter out, weakly.

It’s his turn to raise an incredulous eyebrow at you.

“Really? Could’ve fooled me. Last time I checked you and Eddie weren’t the best of friends, but you’d rather eat lunch with him than the rest of us. You know, if you didn’t like us, you didn’t have to agree to be in the band, we would’ve understood,” he deflates as he says this last sentence and it crumples your heart just a bit.

“I like you guys,” you say quietly, nudging his leg with your knee as you do.

“Then, is it me?” He asks, voice small and eyes low.

“No, no, it’s not you, Steve,” you rush to say.

“It’s just, I’ve never really been any good at this,” you mumble, shy under his gaze.

“Good at what?” He urges gently.

“At being friends with people.”

You continue, words clunky and difficult to get out, “At being friends with someone I’m also pretending to date.

“I mean, with the rest of the guys Starcourt set me up with, I only had to tolerate them for a few weeks, at most. With us, well who knows right? Plus, I actually like you,” you wince at this uncharacteristic display of vulnerability from yourself, “I like all of you and I don’t want to ruffle any feathers or cross any boundaries and hurt anyone’s feelings.”

He chuckles at this, “Trust me, you won’t hurt my feelings by spending time with me.”

You shake your head, “It’s not you I’m worried about, Steve. There are other people.”

Steve’s brow furrows in confusion, “I’m not following.”

You are not sure what to say, now. You don’t want to call Steve and Robin out, it’s clear that they’ve been trying to keep what they have going on a secret, and you don’t want to call attention to that. You’re also afraid that if you mention him and Robin, you’ll eventually have to explain how when you see them together, your chest gets painfully tight. Pivot, you demand of yourself.

“What I mean to say is, it’s easier for me to keep everything professional when I have a little more space because I’m not really used to this friend thing. I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t like you or the band. I like you all a lot, actually and I guess I’m just worried about messing that up.”

You can feel yourself retract into yourself the more you speak and by the end, your knees are tucked under your chin. You can’t bring yourself to meet Steve’s gaze.

He doesn’t respond right away, but you feel the warmth of his palm spread over the expanse of your back.

“Listen, I think… if this is gonna work, we have to be on each other’s team and part of that is talking to one another, right? And letting each other know when we're having a hard time. I want to be on your team, will you let me?” His voice swells as he asks, and you are so aware of his warmth next to you.

“Yeah,” you nod, finally meeting his eyes, “ I want to be on your team too if you’ll let me?”

He nods enthusiastically, smiling so brightly you question if the sun has ever been as bright.

“Great, now can we please practice some of these questions?” You demand, playfully.

“Or, or, and hear me out, we could go get burgers," he offers back.

You end up doing both.

***

November 13, 1983, Sunset Studios, Los Angeles, California

Call time for Wake Up, USA! was insanely early and you don’t think you’ve ever seen an angrier Hopper than one that has to be dealing with Eddie Munson at 5 AM. Eddie is decidedly, not a morning person.

“Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine today?” You deadpan to the disgruntled guitarist from your makeup chair next to his. You were not fairing much better: not only were you running on little sleep, but you were also wound tightly with nerves about your first live interview as a band and as a couple.

“Can it, Your Majesty, or we might have a case of regicide on our hands,” he warns with no real heat behind his words.

“Isn’t it a bit too early to be throwing big words like that around, Munson?” Steve asks, from his spot on your other side.

“Don’t even know what that means,” he mutters, mostly to you.

“It means the murder of a king or queen,” you respond automatically.

“Doesn’t have to be just one, either. You could always kill more than one monarch at a time,” Eddie raises his eyebrows at Steve as he says this, making his implications very obvious.

“Wow, look at us,” Steve exclaims, grinning, “already making veiled threats at each other. We’ve finally made it, honey.”

He says this last part exclusively to you punctuating it by reaching for your hand and giving it a squeeze and you laugh.

The lightness of the exchange distracts you from your nerves for a moment. And from the way Eddie’s eyes linger on your hand interlaced with Steve’s.

Your brief reprieve is interrupted by the soft thud of a heavy object landing in your lap.

“What’s this?” You hold up a beat-up paperback to the culprit.

Eddie shrugs, “The Two Towers, Dustin finally got it back to me, took his sweet time too, that little asshole.”

You nod. He had lent you the first Lord of the Rings book weeks ago, while you were still in rehearsal after you had shown up bookless one day and you had devoured the book. You had been needling him for the second one since, but he had lent it to the audio engineer’s son, a kid named Dustin who idolized him and Steve in equal measure.

“Thanks,” you say, surprise coloring your voice, thumbing through the pages, eyes hungrily scanning the pages.

***

EDDIE: I dunno, she seemed nervous. I thought if she had something to distract her, it might’ve helped.

***

You get through the first chapter of your new book before they pull you into wardrobe.

They outfit you in a light blue dress, with exaggerated sleeves and a belt around your middle to compliment Steve’s dark blue blazer and stripped t-shirt combo.

You feel your nerves mounting as you are helped into your heels and given your mic pack. Suddenly, everything that is riding on this is suffocating you from all ends—a visceral crushing pain that you can’t shake.

Steve appears at your side and the band had been escorted onto the soundstage your hand has been tightly wrapped around his like a vice the entire time.

“Can you, uh, loosen your grip a bit, please,” Steve asks, finally.

“Right, sorry,” you say, letting go of his hand completely and instead focusing your nervous energy on straightening his lapels.

After the third time you’ve readjusted his collar, Steve grabs both of your hands in his, and pulls you close, giving you no choice but to focus on his face.

“Hey,” he says in a hushed tone, just for you, “you don’t need to worry, okay? We’ve got this. I’m on your team, remember?”

You swallow thickly, and nod, before adding, “And I’m on yours, Harrington.”

“That’s my girl,” he says sealing the exchange with a kiss on the cheek.

***

JONATHAN: That first interview, on Wake Up, USA! was what really sold them. I mean, they couldn’t keep their eyes off of each other the entire time.

And then, when one of the hosts asked them how they met, Steve told this story about seeing her for the first time from across the restaurant during our first lunch together and how he was sure he had made a total fool of himself because he was so nervous to be around someone so beautiful, of course, Steve Harrington would say something like that. The audience swooned. Hell, I swooned a little bit.

And then they asked her about all the guys from her past, which was totally fucked up by the way, but she handled it great. She said she was grateful for all the mistakes she had made in the past because they had led her to The Downsides and to Steve.

Between that interview and our live performance, the audience was hooked.

***

“Good job, you two,” Hopper says gruffly, patting you and Steve on the shoulder as you're ushered off stage after your performance.

“Thanks,” you squeak out, all the tension slowly deflating from your body after hearing Hopper’s approval.

It was done, your first live appearance complete, and it hadn’t been a total train wreck.

Actually, thinking back, it had been pretty good. There was a good variety of questions; everyone had gotten to speak; and when it came to you and Steve, well, it seemed believable at least. And the band managed to preform the new single without a hitch, all of the kinks that had plagued you during the last few weeks of rehearsals ironed out.

Maybe you could pull this off after all.

***

By the time the band had wrapped up the week-long press junket, you were exhausted.

What had taken more of a toll than the hours of sitting in makeup chairs, too-tight shoes and repetitive questions was having to pretend with Steve.

You realize now that your problem was never the risk of not being convincing enough, but instead of being too convincing.

You had spent the entire week so physically attached to Steve, that it was beginning to feel like you were one single being. Like he was an appendage you couldn’t move without.

And every kiss on the cheek, every look, every squeeze of your hand, felt like a jumpstart to your heart.

Then there were actual interview parts. Steve was good with the press. He would draw audiences and hosts alike, in as easy as if he was winding up a thread. There was never a question that would catch him off guard and he always came off boyish and genuine in his responses. Like the time he was asked what his favorite thing about you was and he told the story of you showing up at the recording studio with cookies and having the guts to change Eddie’s lyrics in the same afternoon.

You knew better than to ask if he meant it.

The next day, Hopper called to let you know that your album was breaking all sorts of records, and the label was incredibly pleased. So much so that they were thinking of increasing the tour dates and they were even starting to plan for future projects—projects that they wanted you to write.

The news didn’t make you feel light with joy like you had once hoped it would, instead, it made you feel heavy like a sinking stone.

A few weeks later, when the band went their separate ways for the Christmas break, you all knew something big was coming, you just had no way of knowing what.

***

JONATHAN: Right after New Year, Hopper pulls the band into a meeting in his office. First thing he told us was that they were announcing a tour with twice as many dates as they had originally planned for, demand was that high. Then he said, “From this point on, everything is going to move really quickly, there’s no getting off the ride now.”

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Be My Sweetheart

Eddie Munson x goth!Reader(using she/her pronouns in fic. no use of y/n) Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: absolute none to report just fluff if I'm honest

Hawkins High was abuzz with the upcoming Valentine's Sweethearts Dance that had just about every student trying to find their "sweetheart" and their way of inviting their dance partner was the Valentine's candy grams that the school was selling. A box of conversation hearts with a rose. Sure, it wasn't fancy, but this was high school after all.

The candy grams were set to go out just a few days before Valentine's Day with the dance itself taking place on that love filled holiday evening. As such you had all cliques in the cafeteria going on about the plans of who they were wanting to invite to the dance. Eddie Munson, the head of the school's resident D&D club was sitting at their respective table attempting to go over plans for their next meeting before the youngsters in the crew began to talk amongst themselves about their Sweethearts Dance plans.

"So you're buying one for Max, right," Mike asked nudging Lucas who was looking unsure. "Maybe. She's still mad at me about something. I can't even remember what now but she's been giving me the cold shoulder for a week," he sulked. "Maybe she's on her period," Dustin stated. Lucas just rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Look man, maybe the candy gram will make up for it," Mike suggested.

Eddie slammed his palms on the table shaking the treys of his other members to shake the boys attention back. "Come on, freshmen, we need to focus here. Enough with the corporate holiday crap," Eddie said as the boys drew their attention back to their leader. "Come on, Eddie. Valentine's Day can be fun. You just hate it because you're not with anyone," Dustin chuckled.

Eddie shook is head, "Oh dear Henderson you sweet sweet summer child. I don't hate it because I'm not with anyone, I hate it because it's just an excuse to spend money on gifts to proclaim your love but really it's just an excuse for marketing and upselling to shmucks who don't know any better." Dustin rolled his eyes a scoffed, "Whatever you say, Eddie. All I know is there's a particular goth girl who has been eyeing you for weeks now."

Eddie tilts his head looking at the curly headed kid and moves closer grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt to bring him closer to him as he spoke, "Say that again, Henderson?" Dustin swallowed nervously and spoke up, "Uh y-you know Robin's friend that goth chick that is like...super quiet? She uh, she likes you." Eddie's eyes widened at that admission. Robin's friend was something of an enigma in that she was hard to get a read on and she was just so shy. But Robin did speak very highly of her when she was brought up in conversation and the handful of times Eddie got to talk to her she seemed alright. Apparently she was really gifted in art and funny once she got comfortable around you.

"Henderson, where did you find this out and were you planning to tell me any sooner," Eddie asked Dustin loosening his grip on his shirt and finally letting him go as he settled back in his seat. Dustin smoothed out his shirt and glanced around hoping Robin and her friend weren't within ear shot. "Kinda heard her talking to Robin at Family Video a little while ago. She doesn't think you'd be interested. And honestly I wasn't sure it as my place to tell you at all." Eddie nodded slowly in understanding and looked over a few tables away where he saw Robin and the girl that was the topic of conversation.

She was cute. Dark hair down to her shoulders, a nose stud adorning her face and she always had graphic liner. Eddie had seen her in passing around school and he always thought looked cool but never had the opportunity to really speak to her more often considering she really kept to herself and her limited friend group. But once Dustin made him aware of your feelings his eyes lit up with an idea and he quickly bolted for the table just outside of the cafeteria where student council members were selling candy grams. Eddie knew what he was going to do. Sure he was buying into the bullshit, but he wanted to make her smile.

Days passed and it was lunch period time only today was the day student council members were delivering the candy grams to the respective students they were sent to. Eddie watched from the Hellfire table as they made their rounds and one made a stop at Robin and your table stopping before handing you a rose and box of conversation hearts. Robin's eyes widened, "Oh my god who's it from?" She asks frantically attempting to snatch the conversation hearts out of your hand to read the message but you were quick to avoid as you moved to turn the box over.

Be my sweetheart to the dance on Friday? -EM

And along with is was a heart with an arrow drawn through it. You looked at wide eyed and then looked up from your table and that's when you saw Eddie who was now approaching your table. He had a smirk on his face as he approached. Robin gasped and immediately whispered, "I'm going to go over there and I swear to god you better give me full details later!" She scolded you before rushing off tuning out your minor attempt to protest.

Eddie takes the seat next to you on the bench, "Hey." He said simply. "Hi Eddie," you said quietly looking at him. "So, how about it? Think you would want to go to the dance? Of course no pressure, we don't even have to go to the dance honestly. But I would like to take you out some time. What do you say?" He looks at you tilting his head and smiling feeling hopeful of your answer.

You couldn't help but giggle slightly and give him a big smile, "I would love to go the dance with you, but of course only if you're comfortable. No pressure," you repeat his words back and smile. He grabs your hands in his and looks at you and it gives you butterflies. "I'd love to take you to the dance, sweets. Gotta show off my hot date after all," he winks and squeezes my hands lightly.

"Well I look forward to it," you say and lean in to kiss his cheek which catches him off guard but the grin on his face after was absolutely cartoonish and you couldn't help but giggle again.

Yep, he was an absolute goner.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #valentine's day fic #stranger things fic #self insert fic #eddie munson stranger things

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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ric idea:

nancy has fallen in love with her ex boyfriend’s sister and she doesn’t know what to do. she’s scared, she’s confused, and she talks to steve because they’re friends now and she wants him to know that the breakup was never his fault, she couldn’t love him that way because she literally couldn’t love him that way. she’s gay. and definitely in love with his sister.

- 🦋

I LOVE NANCY, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING HER

Steve is a sweetheart and everyone is happy

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Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington were always the talk of the town. Their relationship had a spotlight and eyes watching everywhere. Then she broke his heart, spilling the truth that she felt as if their love wasn't real love. She didn't feel the things she was supposed to. She didn't feel the things Steve felt for her.

In a selfish way, she thought maybe Steve was the problem, maybe she just can't love him. But then Nancy faced the same problem with Jonathan. Every kiss made her cold, her stomach turn, and her heart racing with anxiety. This isn't what love was supposed to feel like.

Nancy Wheeler wasn't capable of love, and with her parents, it seemed to run in the family.

Steve had an older sister, she moved out at eighteen and moved as far away from her parents as she could. She offered a place for Steve to crash whenever he needed, even though she was far, their relationship was close.

She didn't come home a lot, so when she first met the one and only Nancy, she understood why Steve was still chasing this girl. Nancy Wheeler was gorgeous. Her dark curly hair, beautiful bright eyes, and pink lips.

Steve called many nights about his heartbreak over Nancy, and Y/N felt guilty for finding herself wanting to know Nancy more. But she couldn't forget that this was the girl who broke her brother's heart.

"Nance, this is Y/N, my older sister, Y/N this is Nance," Steve introduced the two. A smirk formed on his face as Nancy blinked and didn't move an inch.

"Nice to meet you," Y/N said politely, moving her hand forward to grasp Nancy's soft hand in hers. Ignoring the way Nancy's touch erupted butterflies in her stomach.

Nancy had no idea why she was stuck frozen to the video store's floor. Her feet couldn't move, her hand was in Y/N's grip and she didn't want to let go. Nancy's heart was beating fast, some type of fluttering in her stomach, and her tongue refused to make words.

And to Nancy's fear, that's how she felt every time she was in Y/N's presence.

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Y/N has been around Hawkins for a month, she grew close to Robin, met the famous Dustin, and a new guy named Eddie. She never heard much about him but he was an interesting character.

Y/N found herself in a rant with Robin, both girls oblivious to the people around them.

"Alright King Steve, think I got a shot?" Eddie smirked, nudging Steve's arm as he looked Y/N up and down. Nancy's ears perked up, finding herself moving closer to Steve and Eddie. A weird feeling in her stomach.

"Not a chance, Munson." Steve scoffed, laughing at Eddie's offended expression. Nancy wasn't sure why, but she felt a small amount of relief that Steve found Eddie and Y/N hilarious.

"Oh come on, no amount of charm? What if she wasn't your sister?" Eddie tried

"Munson, even if she wasn't my sister, she'd still be gay," Steve smirked, watching as Eddie's face morphed into surprise.

Nancy also did not understand why hearing that Y/N Harrigton was into girls made her face flush and her palms sweat.

"Oh great, so Buckley gets her," Eddie groaned, walking away.

Nancy felt her blood grow hot, her eyes locked on Y/N and Robin's body language. Were they flirting? Fuck, did Robin like her?

Wait....why did Nancy care?

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Nancy spent the past week tossing and turning every night. Her brain was trying to figure out these different types of feelings she has been dealing with.

With sleep out of the question, Nancy got dressed in warm clothes and decided to take a trip to a diner. Journal and keys in hand, she started her car.

The diner was dead, just as she expected it to be so late at night. With a sigh, she took a seat in the back booth. An older lady asked her what she'd like. She put in her order and began to write. Writing out every thought, writing out every emotion she has been feeling. Everything that made her confused.

"Seems like you are in love," Y/N's voice came from behind her. Nancy felt her blood go cold and her body froze.

Nancy quickly slammed her journal shut, turning around with a sharp glare.

"Privacy, much?" Nancy scoffed, turning back around. Y/N just read all the different ways she made Nancy feel. Nancy felt like she could die in embarrassment.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have read over your shoulder/" Y/N apologized, shaking her head at her own rude behavior.

Y/N stared at the back of Nancy's curls, the words on the page still fresh in Y/N's mind.

"Why do you think I'm in love?" Nancy asked, looking over her shoulder at the girl. She looked beautiful, also dressed in sweats. Nancy assumed she must have been struggling to sleep as well.

"Well," Y/N started, walking towards the other side of the booth and taking a seat across from Nancy. "I believe you are in love because you sound so scared of what you don't understand. Feeling different things, things you thought you would have felt with someone else, I'm guessing what you wished you felt for Steve?" Y/N asked

It wasn't what she wished she felt for Steve, it was what she should have felt for Steve, and for Jonathan.

"I don't think I could love him in that kind of way," Nancy admitted.

"Well, whoever you wrote about, you can love in that kind of way, because you clearly do." Y/N smiled, offering her hand. Nancy felt her palms grow sweaty, wiping her hands on her pants before holding Y/N's hand.

Y/N was right, Nancy was in love....with Steve's fucking sister.

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It's been a week since that night Nancy held Y/N's hand in the diner booth. Nancy understood her feelings and that made it worse. Because now she wants Y/N more than anything. Nancy felt like there had to be a rule to not date your ex's sibling and the way she broke Steve's heart, she cannot imagine him ever being okay with this.

But Steve took Nancy for a spin. A smirk on his face as he walked over to Nancy as she searched through the romantic section of the store.

"A little birdie told me you were in love," Steve teased, poking his fingers into Nancy's sides.

"I am not!" Nancy argued, laughing as her sides tickled from Steve's touch.

"Oh stop it, it is so obvious. You have that look in your eyes, a look you never had for me. But you had it for her the second you met her." Steve spoke softly, he wasn't upset at all. He moved on from Nancy months ago, he understood he just wasn't the one she loved.

"Steve, I'm so sorry. I don't know how or why, and I didn't plan to .."She cut herself off, was she really going to admit she was in love with her ex's sister to his face?

"Didn't plan to fall in love with my sister? It's okay to admit it, Nance." Steve answered for her.

"I've been trying to figure out why we couldn't work, and it's me. I couldn't love you, Steve, because I couldn't love you. I couldn't love Jonathan. I was scared that I just couldn't feel love, but I think I was trying to find it in the wrong place." Nancy admitted.

"I forgive you, and I appreciate your apology. You are not a bad person Nance, you just had to find yourself. This whole town predicted you would become a Harrington, no one said it had to be because of me." Steve said with a wink, nudging Nancy towards Y/N as she walked through the door.

"She hates romance, try comedy," Steve offered his advice, pushing her right into Y/N's arms.

Steve watched with a smile as the girls blushed and laughed.

"I hate to say it, but you are a fucking good guy, Harrington," Robin said with a sigh, throwing her arm over Steve's shoulder.

"I'll find my girl someday, it's time Nancy found hers."

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kaypeace21 · 2 years

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Do I even have to explain the matching shirts- the color, collar, button up? Both Wheelers are just trying to make those awful het relationships work to the bitter end . Mike for 2 straight seasons is trying to pull a Ted and mirror him (we see it symbolically through the aqua shirts). They even had Mike in s3 wear matching outfits to both his parents too (karen and him wore those matching yellow shirts) for a reason.

Mike is probably trying to emulate his parents' relationship- completely oblivious to the fact they're miserable together. And are just faking their romantic relationship. Wow sounds familiar.

In s4 eddie even comments about conformity: and how mike just wears clothes his mother got him from the Gap. The Gap store is something el actually brought up in s3 to Mike. And for 2 straight seasons his parents support m*leven (without even meeting El). Cause well she's a girl ... good enough for them , I guess?? They don't even need to meet her to support it?

Eddie mentions how Mike can't even pick his own clothes- he just wears what his parents want. And his parents also "like/want" m*leven... cause boy/girl. So yeah mike mirroring his romance with el (and basing it off his parents' "romance" isn't that far fethed). And him thinking m*leven is best because it fits what his parents want (isn't that farfetched either).The most authentically mike dressed in s4 - was when he decided up to join the hellfire d&d club (showing he wasn't afraid to be seen as different, but also showing how he -in s3-was faking not wanting to play d&d with Will- in favor of El). But then bam he's back to conforming- wearing California clothes to impress el and wearing a ted shirt during his love confession to El. But , the fact mike can't even choose his own clothing (all of s4) reminds me of how El initially couldn't choose her own clothes because she "doesn't know what she likes". Mike probably doesn't know what he (romantically) likes either- he's just emulating what others want /do.

For 2 straight seasons (while specifically struggling to date el) Mike dresses like ted (with that aqua shirt). Even though ted and karen don't romantically love eachother : they stick to that awful relationship cause deep down they're probably scared to lose the stability that is associated with being with someone for so long,and how others would view them negatively if they broke up...and decided to find someonelse instead.

Also others have pointed out the whole s4 shirt triangle thing. On mike's left chest pocket (is a triangle) where his heart would be located -and it's usually pointing to Will.

Heck, in s4,we even have the clothing designers say they dressed el in Will's (plaid)clothes to make the resemblance between Willel more apparent. Plus, they literally have el dress in a shirt that says strawberry. She dumped mike when she was holding strawberry icecream in s3.

Not only the clothing designers but even other writers parallel m*leven to ted/karen in s1-4 via dialogue. It would theoretically indicate m*leven's future if they went the "expected romantic path" together. Even if ted/karen did care for eachother in the past- its become a negative realtionship for both of them because they're forcing the romantic relationship (when it just doesn't work). And mike (unlike Nancy) is probably oblivious to the fact his parents aren't happy together . So like - either the duffers will retcon karen/ted to magically work as a couple, or just ignore the parallels they set up to make m*leven float to the bitter end. Or it hopefully means something naratively.

Ted at dinner to karen (food in mouth) : what did I do ? What did I do?

Mike after being dumped by el (food in mouth): what did I do wrong? What did I do wrong?

Both Karen, and El leaving the dinner table after being annoyed by ted/Mike's words. And ted and mike sip their drinks instead of going after them.

Mike to el In s1: that's my dad's chair he sleeps in it sometimes. You can sit there if you want. * s3 ted sleeping in that same chair as karen watches him. Lyric : I should have walked away.

#byler #mike wheeler #ted wheeler #will byers #karen wheeler

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burgundybmw · 2 years

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Munson's Mixtape

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Reader

Word Count: 2,572

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, shitty police work, trauma and trauma responses (Chrissy's death hits hard), this chapter is sad, Reader is implied to be smaller than Eddie, suggestive themes (no smut), hurt/comfort.

Summary: Chrissy has been acting weird, and like a good big sister Y/N drives to Hawkins from Notre Dame to check in on her. Only to find out she has plans to meet up with Eddie Munson. Things take a turn for the worse and now Y/N gets wrapped in to the horrors of Hawkins. Hey, at least she has the company of the guitarist she was sweet on back in high school for comfort.

Author’s Note: Not gonna lie, this is angsty. However, I will never just post angst without comfort or resolution! I'm way too soft for that.

Track Five

Y/N didn't how long she'd been laying there, Chrissy's cold broken body in her arms. The lyrics to Over the Rainbow long since ending, she was humming the song now, still running her fingers through her sister's hair. She could tell Eddie was freaking out, he'd been pacing the room for awhile. He went for the door at one point, hand reaching for the handle after Y/N started singing. He stopped himself, mumbling curses under his breath. He stayed for her, but Y/N knew she had to leave soon, leave her sister there.

Eddie's Uncle Wayne would return from work in the early hours of the morning, and find them all there. The cops would come, question them about what happened. She had no idea how the hell she would explain what went down, she barely understood it herself. How her sister was fine one moment, then she was suddenly levitating into the air, bones snapping in every direction by some invisible force. Like something out Wes Craven's horrific imagination. They'd blame Eddie, condemn him as a vicious murderer. They wouldn't listen to her, listen to the truth. They never listened to girls when they were scared and upset. He'd go to prison, because how the hell can you prove innocence for a crime like this? Y/N needed to think, had to come up with some plan. She couldn't let Eddie get hurt, but the thought of hiding her sister's body somewhere, burying her in some shallow grave in the woods, made Y/N sick to her stomach.

"We need to grab all of your drugs and run." Y/N finally spoke, voice even, emotionless.

"What?" Eddie stopped his pacing, looking at her with panic stricken eyes. His eyes were normally full of light, they were dull and exhausted now.

"We need to grab all of your drugs, anything that can pin you to a crime. Some clothes, a toothbrush, spare cash if you have it. A gun would help too." Y/N could hear the sound of her voice speaking, but it didn't sound like it belonged to her. Nothing felt a part of her anymore.

"What are you talking about?" Y/N stopped moving her hands, choosing to move them downwards instead. She pushed the weight off of her chest, sitting up for the first time in god knows how long.

"The cops will come eventually. They'll find the body, you'll be the one they blame. Chief Hopper isn't around anymore, I heard he died in the mall fire last summer. The rest of the police force in Hawkins aren't as competent as him, they'll throw you under the bus and wipe their hands clean of it. We need to clear out any contraband present, so in case they do find us they can't hold you on anything solid. I just... I need more time to think of something else. This will buy us time." For once in her life, Y/N thanked her mother for forcing law school plans onto her shoulders. She'd taken a few Pre-Law classes at Notre Dame, planning on adding it as a minor. Last semester it was Street Law, most of it was about the war on drugs, but Professor McGarrett discussed police procedure in lecture. How often police neglect to follow through with investigations, especially in smaller towns and cities, more so if you were considered an outsider. Eddie was the perfect scapegoat, and she refused to let another person she cared about person get hurt by this, whatever this was.

"Okay, um, alright. I'll ugh, grab a duffle bag. Just, just stay here. I'll be right back." Y/N had no intention from moving from her spot. Where would she go? She didn't want to be alone, not right now. She could see Chrissy's body in the corner of her eye, skin dull and gray, lacking the usual vibrancy it possessed.

Y/N so desperately wanted to cry, to feel something. Something other than this awful numbness that sank deep into her bones. She felt like she was made of plastic, smooth and shiny and lifeless. Ironically enough, something her mother desperately wanted in her daughters. Nothing felt real in that moment, tunnel vision clouding her eyes. It was dark. Everything was black, rotting, decaying. Less of a plastic feeling, closer to rigor mortis. Yes, rigor mortis. Stiff. Dying. Dead. She felt dead inside, a breathing corpse.

Eddie came back at some point, he must of, because she was moving now. She couldn't grasp time progressing. One second she was sitting on the floor of his trailer, now she was in the van, Eddie was talking to her, explaining something. She nodded her head occasionally, muscle memory drilled into her brain.

"You're supposed to acknowledge people when they're talking to you dear." That was her mother's voice. She could hear it in her head. Reprimanding her for her rudeness. She was being rude to Eddie, not responding. But all she was capable of in that moment was nodding. Mindlessly agreeing to whatever he was saying. The van stopped at some point, Eddie opened the door for her but she couldn't find the strength to move.

"Y/N? Can you hear me? Please answer me Princess I'm begging you." She looked to Eddie, his skin tear stained and blotchy. Those big brown doe eyes shiny and wet. She nodded, and tried to get out of the seat but there was a weight on her chest, something pulling her back. She felt trapped, and she began to struggle against it.

"Hold on, hold on Y/N I've got you. Don't worry, I've got you." She felt Eddie's hands on her, the first time she felt warmth in hours. One hand was resting gently on her shoulder, the other struggling with something on her side. She felt a release then, and Eddie's warmth drifted from her. She was in the dark again, the cold dead feeling sinking in. Y/N reached out to him, gripping his shirt with her fist.

"It's okay. You're safe. I'm right here with you." He gently lifted her hand from his chest, holding it delicately with his own. He was leading her again, the darkness was surrounding her, she didn't know where she was. But Eddie's warm hand kept her there, a lifeline in the dark, so she didn't sink into the cold, hard, ground beneath her feet. They were walking upstairs now, a bright light shining inside. They were in a house? There was a bedroom here, so it must be a house. She could see a bed in the middle of the room, a dresser, closet, and a door to a bathroom towards the back.

Eddie kept walking, leading her to the bathroom. He gently sat her down on the edge of a bathtub. Cold, hard, porcelain under skin. The warmth was gone, the numbness back in full force.

"Just a second sweetheart, I'm going to find something to clean you up with." His voice is so gentle, kind. Y/N felt his warm hands again, this time on her face, a damp wash cloth wiping away something sticky and thick. Chrissy's blood. She remembers now. It's Chrissy's blood he's cleaning up. She can feel some bubbles on her face, he must of used some soap. It smells clinical.

"There, that's better. Can you take your shoes off, or do you need help?" Eddie was standing between her open legs, his hand holding her chin up so she could look at him.

"Can you help me?" Her voice sounds so small. Eddie nods, and slowly gets down on his knees. He lifts up her foot onto his thigh, undoing the laces from her sneakers. Starting with her left, and moving on to the right. After he completes his task, Eddie stands up again, brushing the dirt off his pants.

"I grabbed a t-shirt for you to sleep in and some shorts. They might be a bit big on you, but I thought you would like something clean to sleep in. Rick has a washer and dryer downstairs, I can throw your uniform in. It should be done by tomorrow." Eddie hands her the clothes and walks out the door, giving her some privacy. Y/N slowly takes off her cheer sweater, then the spandex top underneath it. Her sports bra feels tight against her chest, so she takes that off too. Next goes the skirt, spanky pants, and socks. She grabs Eddie's shirt and throws it on over her head, the smell of cheap laundry detergent fills her nostrils. It's an old Black Sabbath shirt, it has a couple of holes in the collar, clearly well loved by the man who gave it to her. She tries to put on the shorts, but they sag uncomfortably against her hips, so she neglects to put them on.

Y/N picks up her dirty clothes in one arm, Eddie's clean shorts in the other, and walks out of the bedroom door. Eddie is sitting on the bed, he must have changed while she was in the bathroom. His Hellfire Club t-shirt has been replaced with a simple white one. Thin and worn out. Y/N can make out some of his tattoos underneath it, the black ink peaking through. He's wearing black boxer shorts with no socks, bouncing his knee up and down. She walks over to him, placing her uniform on the ground and tosses his shorts on top of the empty dresser. Eddie goes to reach for the uniform but Y/N stops him, he looks at her confused.

"It can wait until morning... I don't want to be alone right now." Eddie's eyes widen briefly.

"Do you need me to stay in the room with you? I can sleep on the floor if you want." Y/N didn't know what she did to deserve this kindness. He's being so good to her, and she desperately wants his goodness to sink into her. Replace this nothingness with him.

"We can share the bed." Y/N sees his Adam's apple bob up and down, she stares at it, fixated with the movement.

"Okay.. I'll just.. go get the light." Y/N nods and lays down further up the bed on her back. Before Eddie turns the light off he walks to her side, lifts the blanket up and tucks her in. He goes to move a strand of hair behind her ear, but second guesses it, and moves his hand away. She wants him to touch her, feel his warmth. She craves it more than anything else in the world at that moment. She feels so cold.

The lights go out, and she feels a weight sinking into the bed on her right. The heat from Eddie's skin is radiating her side, but he doesn't touch her. There's only an inch, maybe two, of space between them. The warmth is back but it's not enough, not nearly enough. The numbness is swallowing her whole, every atom in her body. She needs something, anything, to stop this.

Hours or minutes pass by in the dark. Eddie and Y/N laying side by side together in a stranger's bed. She can tell he isn't asleep yet, his eyes are closed but his breath hasn't evened out yet. Y/N's eyes are wide open, staring at the white popcorn ceiling above her. She imagines she's inside of her own coffin, trapped beneath 6 ft. of Earth. The deadness has consumed her. Black, rotten, decayed. She can't take it anymore. This cold, unforgiving, cadaverous feeling inside of her. She's desperate for warmth, yearns for it, like a moth to a flame.

Y/N suddenly sits up, like a vampire awakening at midnight. Eddie's eyes shoot open, surprised by the sudden movement. She swings a leg over his hips, straddling him.

"Y/N, what- what's happening. Wh-what are you doing?" Eddie stutters out, but all Y/N can focus on is the heat. It's back, it's finally back. She needs more. She can't handle another second without it. She leans down and rests her forehead on his, thrusting her hips against him. A shaky breath escapes from Eddie's mouth, and Y/N swallows it. She wants to move that final inch, taste him, drink him in until she's drowning. All of her thoughts are Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

She feels his hands tighten around her hips, stopping her momentum. She struggles to move against his grip, but he doesn't allow her to a budge a single inch. He sits up, increasing the gap between them, Y/N hates it. She tries to move closer but Eddie stops her again, one of his hands cradling the side of her head. It's gentle but strong, so she's forced to stay in place.

"Y/N, no." His voice is unwavering. Y/N stops struggling, she remains motionless on top of him.

"I know... I know what you're trying to do. Tonight... fuck, tonight was the worst night of your life. A living goddamn nightmare, but you can't... We can't... We won't do this. I will lay here with you, hold you, but I won't touch you. Not like that. You can't use me like that, and I refuse to take advantage of you.. Do you understand?" Eddie doesn't take his eyes off of her as he says it, he doesn't even blink. She can feel his pulse from his wrist as it rests against her face, its racing, pounding against her skin. Eddie is so alive in that moment. The moonlight shines against him, and he's so painfully beautiful, and honest, and good. So good. Too good for her.

And just like that, the numbness vanishes, replaced with a flood of different emotions. Embarrassment, comfort, frustration, affection, grief, so much grief. The dam breaks, and Y/N's eyes fill with tears.

"Hey, hey, shh, it's alright. You're okay sweetheart. Let it out, it's alright." Y/N sobs against Eddie's neck, his arms wrapped tightly against hers. He's resting his hand against her hair, softly petting her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. It reminds her of what she used to do with Chrissy, she's never had the motion reciprocated before. She cries harder, and grips the back of his t-shirt, afraid if she lets go Eddie will vanish into thin air, or worse.

"Chrissy's dead! She's dead, and she's never coming back!" Her tears are leaving a wet stain on Eddie's shoulder, but he just hold her tighter.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Y/N." He's rocking her back and forth, and Y/N allows herself to be comforted, going pliant in his arms. She cries, and cries, and cries, until there are no more tears left to shed. At some point she must have passed out from exhaustion, but Eddie never lets go of her.

Once her breath began to even out, Eddie slowly leaned back and adjusted the sleeping girl above him. He's moves her to her side, so just her head is resting against his chest. Both of their legs parallel to each other, one arm is wrapped around her waist, the other still gently petting her hair. Eddie's heart is still pounding, refusing to calm down. His mind is racing with a million and one thoughts. All of which a drowned out by one, just one, and its Eddie repeating her name over and over again in his head. Until he to eventually falls asleep. Sinking into the bed, feeling the warmth of the girl in his arms, breathing in each other's solace.

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Being Steve Harrington’s Sibling and Dating Eddie Munson Headcanons

A/N: This is the first one of these I’ve ever done so I am gonna try my best here!

Warnings: None, just some fluff

Gender Neutral

Let me know if you enjoy!

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Being a year or so younger than Steve, that slots you as being comfortably within Hawkins High’s ‘86 graduating class.

Having spent the last handful of years going through the same things your brother has, you’ve surprisingly been given quite a sense of freedom actually. You don’t go around fighting secret monsters two years in a row without some of the rules of society looking a little weird to you. There are much worse things to worry about than who you’re going to prom with or what group you sit with at lunch.

Besides, if your older brother taught you anything, high school kids kind of really suck. You may not necessarily be above any nastiness that may or may not come your way, but you shoulder it well considering that, in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t really matter. You’ve got a tight group of friends across multiple ages that you know have your back the same way you have theirs.

The point is, you hang out with Dustin a lot. He’s practically your nephew and now that you attend the same school (if only for a year), you two sort of fall naturally into spending time together.

It is you driving Dustin to and from said school, that led to your first meeting with the infamous Munson boy.

At the end of one fateful school day, Dustin approached you. You asked him if he was ready to head home and he informed you that actually, if it was okay, he was going to stay after for something called the Hellfire Club. You told him it was fine, you’d hang around doing some homework and get him when it was time.

About the time Hellfire was supposed to get out, you packed up your stuff and wandered towards the exit by the auditorium, where Dustin said the club would be. You got there in time to see Mike, Lucas and Dustin all being affectionately bullied by none other than Eddie Munson who looked up at you.

“Is this your ride Henderson? You didn’t tell me a Harrington was taking you home.”

Eddie would continue to make comments like these whenever you came to pick Dustin up, but you were used to people poking fun at your family name. It went on for a few weeks before you finally decided you would poke him back.

“What’s up Munson? You obsessed with me or something?”

Eddie was thrown off guard by the comment but smiled. “So the younger one fights back too.”

After that you and Eddie would continue the cat and mouse game of who could tease the other more. It drives Dustin crazy and that only encouraged the two of you further.

One day, at lunch, Eddie passed you in the hall to get a comment in early but you kept up with him, refusing to give him the upper hand in whatever game the two of you were playing, and you sat down at The Hellfire Table for the first time. From then on, that’s where you sat, it just felt right.

You got to know everyone else in Hellfire as well, surprisingly fitting in to the group well. You even used that hereditary Harrington fighting instinct to scare off anyone *cough cough* Jason *cough cough* who had anything “smart” to say to the group.

After about a month of this, Eddie showed up at your locker, something he had never really done before.

“Hey Harrington.” “Hi Eddie, need something?” “Well,” he said leaning more of his weight on the metal door, “I had something I wanted to ask you actually.” “Oh yeah?” This ought to be interesting.

Eddie shifted into Dungeon Master Mode, doing his best job impersonating a royal messenger, “I would like to cordially extend an invitation to you, [Y/N] Harrington, to join the esteemed table of The Hellfire Club.”

Smirking, you shut your locker and said, “I sit with you all everyday anyway, I think we’re well past invitations.”

Eddie’s shoulders dropped, “C’mon [Y/N], you know what I mean.” “Do I?” Whether he knew he was doing it or not, Eddie’s eyes took on a puppy dog quality and you caved somewhat.

“I don’t know the first thing about DND Eddie, I’d just slow the group down.” Eddie lit up just a little, “I could teach you! It’s really not that complicated!” Then he mumbled something else.

“What did you say?” Knowing he couldn’t weasel out of it, Eddie said, “Look, you’re really smart, and I think you’d be great at it.”

You smiled, “I’m flattered. And, for the record, you’re really smart too, school just isn’t for everyone.” Then you got an idea. “How about this. You can teach me how to play DND so I don’t feel like a total dingus at Hellfire and maybe I can help you with some of your subjects. We can tutor each other!”

And that is how you two ended up meeting every other week at his trailer or at your house. You would help him out with a concept he was struggling with and once that was done, you learned a thing or two about wizards, dragons and dice with twenty sides. Even after you had gotten the hang of the game, and showed up to the joy of the rest of the club, you would still meet back and forth to tutor Eddie. The progress had stalled a little bit after that however. Teaching you about DND had been part of the reward system for Eddie and without it, things were getting harder. However, it didn’t take long for you to (albeit accidentally) find a solution.

You two had been working really hard on the same concept for two weeks now. Something about it just refused to click for Eddie and you were having trouble teaching it a different way than the way you learned it. It looked hopeless.

That is until, after a bit of a break, Eddie stared at the paper for a moment and then timidly asked you a question, checking to see if he had gotten it right, and he had! He asked you again to be sure and you assured him that he had. After both of you working so hard to figure out a way for him to get this, you were just so incredibly proud that he had done it that without really thinking, you grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him.

To be fair to you, you had been vaguely aware that you had been slightly pinning for him for a little while, you just never really thought about it. But it looks like, you had been thinking about it more than you wanted to admit to yourself. You were both frozen for a moment, neither of your sure what to do.

“Harrington?” “Yeah?” “Did you just kiss me?” “Yes?” Eddie was quiet for a little again, staring at you. He pinched his arm and said, “Good.” And before you could blink he was kissing you again.

You two did very little to hide your relationship after that. Neither of you really cared what anyone thought. The Hellfire Club were happy for you both, Dustin most of all. He had been tired of the two of you dancing around each other. Everything was great, and then Steve found out.

Steve was happy that you found someone to make you happy. However, this was Eddie “the Freak” Munson and what older brother didn’t give the shovel talk. He even pulled Dustin in to do it with him.

Now listen, Dustin may love his Dungeon Master to pieces, but he knew you and Steve first. You were his “mom’s” sibling, his “cousin”, he had to at least say something.

As well intentioned as Steve was, he constantly forgets that his track record with fights of the less supernatural kind is less than stellar. So basically, for most of the talk, Eddie was the physical embodiment of the Knife Cat meme almost 30 years before it entered popular culture.

He assured the boys that he loved you more than his guitar (don’t tell her that) and that he wouldn’t even dream of hurting you.

“Aww, Eddie!” “How long have you been standing there, [Y/N]?!” “The whole time, hon. Nice speech boys, but if he ever hurt me, I’d be the one with the shovel.” “Noted” Eddie gulped.

It was nice to know that all your boys cared about you.

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