#is it technically eddie's locker

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌.

virgin eddie munson x experienced fem reader

summary: you go into the boys locker room with a plan to steal the polaroids your now ex boyfriend took of you to show off to his friends, but the last thing you suspected was to be met with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson and his very big friend.

warnings: smut ahead, 18+ minors dni, no use of y/n (use of pet names), non consensual sharing of nudes, reader technically cheats, big dick eddie, slight fingering, oral (m receiving) unprotected p in v, cream pie, fluffff.

authors note: I feel like I haven’t written a one shot in awhile, so…hope you like. As always thank you to my lovely beta’s @take-everything-you-can & @xxhellfiregirlxx <3

wc: 3.4k

You are fuming, absolutely seething with rage.

You couldn't believe your boyfriend, scratch that ex boyfriend would do this to you. How could someone swear to be ‘so in love’ with you but turn around and do this? It just didn’t make sense, but you only have yourself to blame.

All of your friends warned you about Andy, said he was a pig and would just use you as another notch for his belt, but you wanted to believe you were different or that maybe you could’ve changed him. Instead you allowed him to take very x-rated polaroids of you, that he in turn showed to all of his basketball buddies, who told their cheerleader girlfriends, who then told you he’d spent all of gym bragging and showing them off in the locker room.

So…you’d devised a very impulsive and hell bent plan; while they were all outside running the annual mile, you decided you would sneak into the locker room, find Andy's locker, then you would break into it and steal the polaroids back. It was a fool proof plan… or so it seemed in your frenzy of rage.

But as you walk into the quiet, cold, sterile room filled with green lockers. You quickly realize you're not alone.

“Oh my god!”

“Oh fuck!”

Was said in unison as you and Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson locked eyes, but they didn't stay connected for long as yours roamed his body, all the way down to the biggest cock you had ever seen in your life. Not that you’ve seen so many, but you’ve had your fair share of hook ups and I mean c’mon you're not a prude, you do watch porn.

But, even so… his cock was still bigger than anything you’ve come in contact with, albeit on screen and off.

“I’m so sorr–”

“What are you do-”

You both say again, voices overlapping as Eddie catches the wide eyed stare you're giving his flaccid manhood.

He quickly covers himself with his hands, his cheeks pinkening in embarrassment.

Eddie was rather dense when it came to his size, considering he was a virgin and he’s been using the locker room while it was empty since he started at Hawkins High, not wanting to give the jocks anymore fuel for their relentless fire. He didn’t have much to compare it to, nor did he want to participate in any dick measuring contests. The only porn he had hidden under his bed were his dirty fantasy magazines but all the dicks in there were monster cocks, literally.

“What are you doing in here?” Eddie huffed in annoyance as your eyes continued to burn a hole into his now covered groin.

“I um, I–” You couldn't even find the words to explain why you were in the boy’s locker room, not one that would make any sense to him, anyway.

“You what, huh? Spit it out.” Eddie didn’t mean to snap at you, but he was already in a foul mood. He had been present when Andy was showing off your goods to his ogling friends, who all agreed he was a ‘lucky guy’.

Eddie patiently waited for them all to retreat out and onto the track so he could finally shower and get dressed back into his all black attire. Eddie, oh lovesick Eddie had been nursing a mammoth sized crush on you since your freshman year. So, to say he couldn't help but roll his eyes and clench his fists at not only the thought of all these other dudes getting to see you, but also the fact that you even picked a shit stain like Andy Clayton to give an ounce of your time to, really pissed him off.

“I came to try and get something back from my ex.” You bashfully murmur as your eyes once again find the metalheads.

A remorseful look passes over Eddie's face at your revelation, as you both continue to stare at each other you quickly notice his wet hair has been dripping down onto his tattooed chest, the scene makes your breath hitch and you want so badly to clench your thighs from the heat that's been ignited in your center.

Eddie’s confidence begins to grow as he notices the flush of your cheeks and the way your breathing went ragged as your eyes wandered.

“Ya’ know, if i didn't know any better i'd say you’re checking me out?” He declares with a cocky smirk.

“What? I-I’m not-” You stutter before shutting your eyes tight, as if it’d shield you of your utter humiliation. You quickly exhale in an attempt to rid yourself of the mix of arousal and embarrassment that has simultaneously filled your body.

“Okay, I was… but I didn’t mean to, I'm sorry.” You whisper as your eyes meander the tiles under your black loafers and white slouch socks.

“You didn't mean to check out my dick?” Eddie says in bewilderment as his brows raise, disappearing behind his shaggy, wet bangs.

He’s surprised he has the confidence to stand so close to you with his dick literally in his hand, but watching you stutter and squirm has got to be the highlight of his whole high school career.

Well this and that time he, Gareth and Jeff left that flaming bag of shit on Mr. Higgins doorstep. Yeah, watching that old fuck struggle to put out a burning bag filled with dog shit was definitely up there.

“I mean, I did mean to, it’s just– nevermind, I'm sorry. I’ll leave.” Your words fly out of your mouth before you begin to turn and leave, back out the way you came without fulfilling the mission you were on just five minutes ago.

You didn’t even make it two steps before Eddie was gently grabbing your bicep, his hands no longer covering his cock that now grows hard between his scrawny thighs.

“It’s just what?…Color me curious sweetheart.” He says as his calloused fingers slowly run down your arm and back to his side.

Sweetheart, you liked hearing him call you that. Jesus, what is happening?

“Well um, your dicks like really big.” You say as your eyes fall back to his package, you lick your lips at the sight of it twitching at your words.

“Really?” The way he questions you is confusing because there is absolutely no way he doesn’t know he’s hung like a goddamn horse.

“You’re joking right? You’re gonna act like you don’t know your cock is massive?” You say with a tilt of your head.

His eyebrows shoot back up in amusement, the cocky smile on his face a complete rival to his rapidly beating heart.

You move closer into his space, looking up into his innocent looking doe eyes.

Eddie Munson is anything but innocent, right? I mean he sells drugs for fuck sake! You’ve even heard about him grabbing a cheerleader's tit during a drug deal, of course she was trying to get him to lower the price, but still…well now that you come to think of it, that's really the only sexual thing you’ve heard about him. There’s no way he could be a… yeah right.

“Can I ask you a question?” You whisper as you move in even closer, moving a now damp, stray strand of hair behind his reddening ear.

“S-sure.” He whimpers when your long nails lightly scratch down his jaw, which he quickly covers with a cough.

You bit at your lips trying to hold back a giggle at the noise that went straight between your legs.

Okay, fuck those pictures! What better way to get over a guy than to get under a new one…right? Especially one your ex hates…who has a huge cock…I mean this shits a no brainer… you’re gonna fuck Eddie Munson.

“Are you a virgin?” You question sweetly as you ‘innocently’ play with the hem of your plaid dress, the white turtleneck underneath making your already hot and bothered body, burn more with the intense electricity radiating between the both of you.

“I uh, how’d you know?” He sighs as his shoulders drop in exasperation, not at you but at himself for being so fucking obvious.

“Well, with that third leg I never would’ve guessed…but you have this innocence in your eyes that’s kinda telling.” You giggle as your eyes meet his still hard cock, and all you wanna do now is wrap your hand around it and watch him lose his mind.

Eddie throws his head back and laughs into the open air of the now humid locker room. He whispers third leg to himself, nodding his head as if he was hearing that term for the first time. He was.

“Do you wanna stay a virgin, Eddie?” You whisper as the tips of your fingers gently trail over the patch of hair on his lower stomach, just above the spot your hand is aching to touch, that he’s aching for you to touch.

Two things in this moment make the metalhead equally lose his mind, he might actually cum untouched if he’s being honest. Your hand is so close to his throbbing cock, just a few centimeters down and you’d be brushing against his pink, sensitive tip. And hearing you say his name. Wait, you know his name.

That alone is an aphrodisiac for him.

“No, I-I don’t.” He admits before swallowing hard, his damp Adam's apple bobbing at the motion.

“Can I kiss you?” He surprises himself as the question leaves his mouth.

“Please.” you whine with desperation, making Eddie groan as his lips find yours in a frenzy.

Your fingers slowly trail down, finally wrapping your dainty hand around the sheer girth and length that is Eddie’s cock.

Another whimper falls from between his pretty lips, but this time it's unashamed and without a cough to cover it up. No, he wants you to hear what you’re doing to him.

“That feel good, baby?” You murmur into his mouth between the smacks that echo off the barren walls.

“Fuck, yeah mhm, it does.” He rushes out awkwardly, making you giggle into the kiss.

He wraps his arms around you, in an air of confidence and pulls you in closer, chests now flush as your hand continues to softly tug at his cock.

“Do you wanna fuck me, Eddie?” You whisper as you lean your forehead against his, wet bangs be damned.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a very long time, princess.” He admits without much thought.

You break away from him, eyes boring into his as you take in his confession. You step back and Eddie’s heart shatters as he curses himself for opening his big, stupid mouth and scaring you off. But before he could get down on his knees and grovel for you to just ignore him and stay, keep paying attention to him. You take his hand and lead him to the wooden bench towards the back of the locker room.

He follows you like a lost puppy before you’re gently pushing at his chest, a silent instruction for him to sit down. He quickly takes the hint, clumsily plopping down onto the stiff wooden bench.

He looks to you for direction, those innocent eyes blinking up at you and goddammit if it doesn't chip away at the walls your now ex boyfriend has helped you build. But, that's a thought for another day.

You fall to your knees, cold tiles digging into your skin as you wrap your hand back around his cock in a wildness that you’d never felt for any of your previous partners.

“Holy shit.” Eddie spits out in disbelief. This has to be a wet dream, there's absolutely now way this is happening to him…he’s never this lucky, and in typical eddie cynicism, he looks around to make sure no one is filming or waiting to pop out and laugh at him or better yet, to tell him this was all some elaborate prank, get the freak all riled up just to leave him high and dry.

The thought is quickly extinguished when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, gently sucking before you're removing your soft, pillowy muscles that are now coated in his precum, you alluringly flick your tongue across them gathering it all, just to get a good taste of him. His soul just about leaves his body and you've barely even started.

You take him back into your mouth, but this time without mercy as you relax your throat, slowly moving down inch by delicious inch as you try not to gag, his tip now bullying your uvula like his own personal punching bag.

“Oh, oh fuck, please. I-I…” He stammers as his hands flex and clench beside him, too afraid to run his fingers through your hair like he so badly wants to.

You fuck his aching cock into your throat, bobbing your head up and down, over and over before you’re popping off of him, placing a sweet kiss to his tip then standing back up onto your feet, your knees burning from the pressure that was placed on them, red indents now take their place leaving very little mystery as to what you’ve just done.

“I need your cock so bad Eddie.” You moan into his mouth before kissing him, it’s deep and needy and you never want to kiss anyone else like this for as long as you live.

“Use me, please. J-just fuck, just use me pretty girl.” Eddie whimpers, before he begins attacking your neck, sucking hard before soothing the skin with his tongue. You couldn’t care less if he leaves marks, in fact you want him to mark you up, make you his.

You thread your hand into his still damp hair, pushing him closer as he begins to suck at a particularly sensitive spot, just below your ear.

Eddie places one last tender kiss there, before he removes his face from your neck. He confidently lifts the hem of your dress up and over the tops of your thighs, exposing your slick soaked, red panties. The metalhead swipes a finger over the thin, lace fabric that clings to your hips.

“Can I take these off?” He asks as his eyes continue to bore into the growing wet patch in the center of your covered slit.

“Mhm.” A high pitch whine escapes from the depths of your throat at how harshly he tore them off from between your legs. Needy boy.

“Fuckin’ aye.” Eddie murmurs to himself at the sight of your glistening cunt right in front of him, so pretty and wet just for him. He wanted to run his fingers through the damp, trimmed coils on your mound but quickly decided against it, he didn’t want you thinking that was weird.

“H-have you ever seen a pussy before?” You chirp up, bashful as you grab his hand and move it towards your soaked slit.

He clears his throat before answering- “just in magazines.” He admits as his cheeks tinge a pretty shade of pink.

He’s embarrassed by his revelation, but you can’t help but think that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

You work his fingers through your slit, rubbing at your own clit with his hand and it all just fuels that fire growing deep in your belly.

“Oh!” You moan as your eyes gently roll back, you swipe his finger through your wetness again, “you feel that? Feel how wet you make me Ed’s?” You whisper as your eyes now hold his.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful! I-I need to fuck you or im gonna cum. You can’t just talk to me like that, princess.” He mutters as he loses all resolve, not that he had much to begin with.

“Yes, sir.” You whisper into his ear before you’re placing a gentle kiss there. You turn around, hand grabbing onto his still hard cock, you lower yourself into his lap, pink tip already prodding at your hole as your back becomes flush with his chest, you lay your head back against his shoulder and burrow it into his neck, both of you moaning in unison as you sink onto him, slowly.

He’s so big it’s like he's ripping you in half, but you welcome the burn. The pleasure and pain of it all makes your cunt drip even more, further creating less pain and a whole lot more pleasure.

“Mmf.” Eddie moans into the side of your face, as you’re finally seated flush in his lap, cock buried deep inside your aching pussy, you clench around the intrusion, making Eddie gasp and whine.

You smile back at him before you’re doing it again.

“Fuck, do you want this to be over before it starts? Huh?” He says threw his teeth, as he grabs your chin to reprimand you. And you want nothing more than to play further into that dynamic.

Andy was a shit lay compared to this, Eddie Munson a virgin is fucking you better than your ex, and if that doesn’t speak volumes as to how the relationship was. The thought makes you feel stupid.

Before you can fester anymore on your dumb mistake, Eddie begins to fuck up into you, all his patience seeping through the air vents that you now realize are on and blowing, creating a chill throughout the room and goosebumps to trickle over your body.

His big hands grab at your waist, roughly bouncing you up and down on his cock as he follows the same rhythm. You’re both moaning into each other's mouths as you bring your hand to the nape of his neck and holding on, as you get absolutely railed in the boys locker room.

Not only is the location turning you on but the thought of being caught by anyone, especially Andy, has got your cunt dripping and making a mess of the metalheads balls.

“Shit, you’re so wet and warm and so fucking tight, baby.” Eddie huffs as his words begin to spill out with no filter, theres no fucking way he can think about what he’s saying before he says it with you clenching around him like that.

“I remember the first time I fucked my fist thinking about you; you wore that little jean skirt with those fucking red cowboy boots a-and the tightest little white shirt, I could see your nipples perfectly. Didn't even bother to wear a bra, just wanted everyone to see, didnt you? Mmm, bad girl.” He starts his confession out whiney and whimpering until he gets to the bad girl with a growl and an extra hard snap of his hips that make your eyes cross in complete carnal delight.

“That’s so fu-ucking hot that you think about me when you jack off, fuck.” You stutter as your body continues to be used as Eddie’s personal little fuck toy.

“Yeah? But I don’t have to do that anymore do I? You’re gonna let me fuck this tight little cunt whenever I want, aren’t you baby?” The confident rasp in his voice is a complete 360 to the awkward, innocent boy he was just seconds ago. But, the way your pussy tightens around him tells him you fucking love it, so he files that information away for next time.

“Yes, yes whenever you want Eddie!” You wail as your legs begin to shake, your cunt clenching around him as your nails dig into his thighs that continue to slap up into the backs of yours. The sounds were filthy, but they egged you both on as your highs so quickly approached.

“Ed- I’m cumming, oh my god!” You sob, fully convinced someone has had to have heard you both by now. But you don’t care, how could you when the most intense pleasure was coursing through your body, turning you into a twitching mess.

“Fuck, me too baby, wher-” He doesnt even get to finish, before you’re begging him to cum inside you. Of course he obliges, eyes rolling back into his head and cock throbbing as his heavy load shoots deep inside you.

“Goddammit.” He whispers into your neck after you've both come down from your panting highs. The breath he exhales tickles you, making you giggle. His arms wrap around your front, holding you tightly before burrowing his head deeper into the skin between your jaw and clavicle, he blows a raspberry and you can't help the shriek that leaves your mouth as he continues to tease you.

“So, you want help getting those pictures back?”

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as if

AGELESS/BLANK/UNDER 18 BLOGS ARE NOT WELCOME TO INTERACT. PLEASE RESPECT MY RULES AND BOUNDARIES.

summary: eddie taunts reader daily, but… she kinda likes it? just never does anything about it. not until she has to tutor him, anyway.

pairing: bully!mean!perv!eddie munson x perv!fem reader

word count: 7,901 words

content/warnings: swearing, some angst at the beginning kinda, mention of death (barb), SMUT MDNI (y/n is 18), bully!eddie, mean!eddie, perv!eddie, bully kink (?), dominating, arguing, breeding kink, hate sex, brief masturbation mentions, mocking, teasing, anxiety kinda, spitting, invasion of privacy (eddie goes through her things), eddie’s a dirty lil pantie stealer and sniffer, y/n is a c*m sl*t, bulge kink(?), dacryphilia, groping, choking, daddy kink if you squint real hard, mentions of virginity (y/n is not a virgin), pet names (doll face, princess), degradation (use of slut). i think that’s all pls tell me if i miss anything!

a/n: i have to say tbh i don’t see eddie ever being a bully so this is technically like an au!eddie?…but also… uhhhh very hot. makes my brain wiggle with heat waves so here we are. hope you like it! <3

part two - part three

*

As if.

It’s a simple statement, really, and you meant no harm when you said it. It was just something to be said… that didn’t mean he didn’t hear it though.

That also didn’t mean it didn’t tick him off.

You were surprisingly pretty to be in the geek group, but in the cruel and tyrannical world of high school girls..? Alas, no amount of lip gloss or cute skirts could free you of the fact that you were smart. Not only smart, but a geek. A nerd—who was shy around most—and you got along with nearly all of the teachers because of how well-behaved and intelligent you were. And, on occasion—although you always tried your best to not come off this way—a bit of a know-it-all.

That was the final nail in your coffin, really. Correcting Carol Perkins in American History in front of everyone back in your freshman year. (Her sophomore year and already irritable about having to take a freshman course 2 years in a row). You meant well, but she had it out for you ever since. The tyrant, as it was, made it entirely impossible for you to make your way up the food chain.

So in your sophomore year of high school, back in Autumn of ‘83, you were among the peasants just like him—even as a senior (for the first time). He took a quiet interest in you. You were cute and soft-spoken. You were a sophomore, though, and the fact that you were 15 at the time made the 17 year old scrunch up his nose whenever he remembered. He could still look, though, right? There was no harm in that…

Nancy and Barb took notice of it all pretty quickly. The way that the senior would scan over your outfits everyday. The way that he might’ve smirked a little if you had to bend over to pick something up, simply staring at your behind rather than coming over to get your things for you. The pair would exchange glances that you were adorably unaware of, over his attention that you were also so endearingly oblivious to. One day, they finally burst over it in the hallway, and he overheard.

“I think a senior likes you.” Nancy teased, gripping her Geometry textbook to her chest.

“What?” You had let out a slight laugh, digging through you locker. “What makes you say that?”

“Oh my god, seriously?” Barb interjected. “Aren’t you supposed to be smart? Observant?”

You were all wide-eyed over that, pouty lips opening and then closing as you struggled to find your words before finally landing on a frustrated huff and a simple “Shut up.”

“He stares at you all the time.” Nancy pushed with a teasing smile.

“Like you can talk.” You teased, slamming your locker shut before resting your back against it. “Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington is totally all over you.” You smirked at the way her face instantly heated up.

“I- He- It’s not like that.” She insisted, completely flustered. And while Barb agreed with you, she wasn’t interested in letting you direct the conversation elsewhere.

“Besides he’s just a Junior. The guy who likes you is a Senior.” Nancy tacked on.

“Like there’s really that big of a difference?” You raised a brow.

“There is.” Barb scoffs.

“Well then if it’s such a huge deal… can’t you just tell me who it is?”

“You seriously don’t know?” Barb questioned and the ginger-brunette pair tilted their heads while they looked at you with a sort of exasperated disbelief. You just gave them that wide eyed look again and shrugged your shoulders.

Barb broke first with a scoff and a bright smile. “Eddie Munson. He stares at you all the time.”

Eddie Munson. He wasn’t popular by any means, but he was still a Senior. He was still attractive to you, and could still make an underclassmen blush if he gave them any attention simply because he was older and a little dangerous. He just didn’t show any interest in any of the other younger students, just a little curiosity towards you.

“Eddie Munson?” You had laughed a little, which made him furrow his brows as he listened in just around the corner of the hall at his own locker. You were being dismissive out of nerves, not out of any sort of malicious intent, but that’s not how he took your tone. After all, he was a cynical man.

“As if.”

*

After that he was a bit bitter towards you. Then he was a little mean. And then he was just plain cruel. He was an asshole. He was a bully.

Since his interest being pointed out to you, you occasionally glanced over at him to see if he really was staring. But he either acted like you didn’t exist, or whenever his gaze did meet yours the corners of his lips turned down and his brow frowned with disgust before looking elsewhere.

When Barb went missing, you and Nancy were temporarily joined at the hip in your efforts to figure out what happened. Then one day Nancy went cold on you. Started making excuses and hardly speaking to you otherwise. You didn’t understand, finding yourself completely alone as you scattered “Missing Person” posters all over Hawkins.

You had no idea what happened with Barb at the time and still had no clue what happened with your friendship with Nance to this very day. Maybe the loss was too much. Maybe Nancy couldn’t handle the reminder of your perfect trio. She was always closer to Barb than you. Maybe Barb missing and then turning up dead made it too difficult for her to face you. Maybe she was all caught up in two guys being completely obsessed with her, which admittedly made you a little jealous.

Soon enough you seemed to be completely off one another’s radars. It made high school even lonelier for you. You eventually found some new friends in other corners of the “Smart Kids” lunch table, but it was never like it was with Nancy and Barb.

So by the time he started getting a little mean, there wasn’t really anyone to protect you. Your new friends were skittish around the metalhead. Nance and Barb would’ve stood up for you once, but that support system was obliterated back in ‘83.

So when he shoved past you in the halls later in your sophomore year, no one gave it any thought. When he was pulling your hair in your Junior year then acting all innocent when you turned around to confront him, still no one cared. Now in your Senior year—and him in his third—whenever you thought he couldn’t be worse, he proved you wrong and did so with a devilish grin.

He pulled your hair. He tripped you. He stood behind you in line at lunch and would flip up the back of your skirt. He smacked your books out of your hands. He openly mocked you while leaning back in his chair at lunch with that smug look on his face. He mimicked your contributions in class under his breath, knowing you’d hear him and trip over your words. He snuck filthy messages into your locker that made your face burn with embarrassment and disgust—disgust for him and for the way his perverted words made your thighs press together. He would speed up whenever you were walking or biking home just to scare the shit out of you. He would take any opportunity to shove you or throw things at you or press his body up against yours in a derisive and vulgar manner—especially in gym class. He would “playfully” hump you from behind and nearly knock you over whenever you bent over and there was no teacher paying attention. Or spank you. Or pinch your ass.

He was horrible. Disgusting. Obnoxious. Crude. Vile. He made you go home with tears in your eyes most days, but the worst part was how much you liked the attention. You hated yourself for it. You wished you were running to the nearest adult to tell them every last thing he did to you. You wished you were standing up to him and calling him a disgusting pig in front of everyone which surely would’ve pulled out some “Ooo”s and maybe even some of the Seniors that hated him would’ve joined in. Maybe even had your back, even if it was temporary.

But you didn’t because by now when he pulled your hair, you had to refrain from whimpering or moaning. When he tripped you, you thought of the things he could do to you now you were already on your hands and knees. When he flipped up your skirt you always gasped and shoved him away, secretly hoping he’d do it again—even starting to wear only your cutest pairs of panties to school. When he smacked your books out of your hands, you actually liked that it was him causing you to bend over or get on your knees to collect your things again. When he decided to mock you from over at his spot at lunch, you got butterflies from the way he said your name and the way his dimples sunk into his cheeks. When he mimicked you in class, you tripped over your words because his voice and tangible presence got you all flustered and hot. When you got to your locker, you secretly hoped to see the torn off corner of some notebook page flutter onto the floor with the most obscene words. When he sped up to scare you, you thought about screaming something so bold at him that he would screech to a halt and reverse before telling you to get in his van, now.

You liked when he threw things at you like balled up paper to your cheek in class or a basketball to your side in gym. You liked when he shoved you or pressed against you because in his attempts to intimidate you with his touch and his proximity, it made your knees weak. You liked how he pinched your ass or gave it a little smack when you bent over and your teacher wasn’t looking. And you loved when he would thrust up against you whenever you were bent over and there was no teacher around at all, because his bulge pressed up against you (even while he was laughing devilishly) made you ache.

He was so utterly horrible to you, and yet when you found yourself grinding on your hand at night on top of your pink, white and yellow quilt—you were thinking about him and how mean he was. You were thinking about how mean he would be as he fucked you. Taunting you and teasing you and mocking you. You spasmed around your fingers and choked down your cries at the thought of him bullying your cunt.

It was all a fantasy, though. He never interacted with you longer than a few seconds, and was always with him in control. If you walked up to him and told him you wanted him to fuck you like the bully he was, he probably would’ve died laughing right before your eyes and told everyone he knew about your embarrassing lust for the guy who made your life a living hell. But now you were being cornered into spending time with him, and being faced with a real-life scenario where you were together made your palms sweat.

“I know he’s a difficult young man, but if you tutor him I’ll figure something out with the principal. Some sort of extra credit maybe.”

“There’s no one else that could tutor him?” You choked out, nerves on edge. Ms. O’Donnell gave you a sympathetic smile and shook her head.

“All busy.”

Busy, my ass you wanted to huff out. They were probably all avoiding him like the plague. O’Donnell was desperate to get his grade up and get him out of the damn school, which you didn’t blame her for, but god… why you?

“Okay…” You relented, a sad twitch for a smile when she sighed in relief and thanked you incessantly.

“I’ve already spoken to him about needing a tutor, I’ll let him know the good news, okay?”

You nodded with a meek “okay,” and tried to go on with the rest of your day as if you weren’t wracked with fear, excitement, concern over your excitement. You were on edge all day, and nearly jumped out of you seat when you were called to the office over the speakers about 5 minutes to the end of your last class. You swallowed anxiously, collecting your things and trying to ignore the “ooo”s over you being summoned to the principal’s office—assuming you were in trouble.

You trudged towards your destination, pausing when you spotted him slack in one of the chairs by the front desk that he frequented more than anyone else. You considered running in the opposite direction and making up some lie to Ms. O’Donnell the next day, but then Mrs. White beamed at you after happening to glance away from her clunky typewriter.

“Miss Y/L/N! Come on in, dear.” She spoke cheerfully in a way that went through you sideways. Eddie’s eyes shot up to you, smirking around the fingernail he was chewing at and clearly considering spitting it at you if Mrs. White hadn’t been paying attention. You toyed with the ends of your sleeves anxiously, listening to Mrs. White discuss the details Ms. O’Donnell had ready. What topics to go over (which was just about everything). How many times per week she wanted you to tutor him (at least once/week). The only thing left out was when and where.

“Oh that’s up to you two, hon.” She chirped. “Just compare your schedules.”

“It’s not in school? With a teacher around?” You questioned anxiously, but she was oblivious to your worries.

“Nope, no need for supervision. We like to give the tutors space from the teachers while they work with others, we find that the students that need help take to that better.”

“Sure do.” Eddie spoke up, and you nearly flinched at how close he sounded. You glanced over and he must’ve just gotten out of the hard plastic chair cause he was slightly leaned back to give his body a stretch causing his chest to puff out a little, his hands moving to rest by his hips as he tugged his jeans up.

“What? Scared of me ‘r somethin’?” He whispered playfully, a hand moving up to rest over his heart as he feigned offense before his act melted away to show his usual smirk. He winked at you, and you swallowed nervously as you looked back at Mrs. White again who was blissfully unaware of his malevolence.

“So here you go… those worksheets and… a time sheet.” The woman grinned as she placed the last paper on top before sliding everything over. “You just have to add the dates that you study together, and you both have to sign each time. Ms. O’Donnell said writing a quick synopsis of what you went over would be nice too, but not necessary. The most important thing is seeing a difference in Mr. Munson’s grades.”

“Sounds good to me, Pam.” Eddie smiled at Mrs. White whose sunny demeanor sunk into a more serious expression while you put the papers away neatly in one of your folders.

“What have we talked about, Mr. Munson? Use my first name again and you’ll find your butt in detention this Saturday for such disrespect. Again.”

He puts his hands up as if apologizing for his actions, but he was still grinning ear to ear. Mrs. White eyed him with a tight lipped scowl, then looked at you.

“Good luck.”

You were gonna need it.

*

The ride to your house in his rusty van was surprisingly quiet beyond his music. You were on edge which he enjoyed like always, but he was clearly saving the torment for when he was inside your home. You wished your parents were home, even if they were tucked away in another room, but they were both gone for the weekend to attend your Aunt’s wedding. Not that you’d let him know that.

“We’ll be studying in the dining room. And no funny business. My dad’s in his office and he doesn’t like being disturbed while he’s working.” You lied seamlessly, making your way over to the dining table, Eddie lazily sauntering along.

“Oo does daddy have a temper?” He teased in a whisper. “Gonna come out and spank you if you bother him too much?”

He gave you a mocking pout and your face scrunched up with irritation.

“Just sit so we can get this over with.”

“I’m sorry are you under the false impression that you’re in charge here, doll face?” He questioned, keeping his anger mostly disguised by his inquisitive tone.

“Well, I’m the tutor so-“ You scoff out, avoiding looking at him as you pulled all of your study materials from your bag.

“Yeah and that means something to me because…?” He drew out his last word as he spun on his heels and casually walked away.

“I- what-“ You sputtered. “What are you doing?”

“You know it’s awfully rude to have a guest and not give them a tour of the place.” He spoke casually, grabbing the ends of picture frames hanging on the walls to get a better look at them before letting them drop back again. You were hot on his heels, fixing every frame he left crooked. He paused at a picture of you from camp in a bikini with some of the friends you made that summer, smug and sucking at his teeth a little as he eyed the image of you.

“Real cute…still got it?” He looked over at you, his hair shifting over his shoulder as he eyed you. “Wanna model it for me? Make all this worth my while?”

Your cheeks were starting to turn pink.

“We have to study.”

“Eh.” He shrugs, and looks over to spot the staircase behind him. He slunk around the corner and made his way up the carpeted steps.

“Hey- hey! You’re not allowed up there!” You shout after him, rushing to follow after him. He was already on the second floor when he turned and shushed you.

“Don’t wanna make daddy angry, right? He’s hard at work if I’m remembering correctly.” He whispered with a joking concern for your father’s focus who wasn’t even here, and you worried he knew that. He continued on along the hallway and you stayed behind him, wishing there was something you could do to get him to stop. He opened doors along the way, inspecting the interior with a mild curiosity. The upstairs bathroom. Your parent’s room. The spare bedroom. Then-

“Ah, here we are.” Your bedroom at the end of the hall.

“Please get out of my room.” You pleaded, but he continued on his quest. He looked at the makeup on your vanity, toppling some of the products over like a careless cat before moving on. He toyed with any photos in your room, sniffed at the perfume bottles on your dresser.

“Eddie-“ You started, clenching your jaw as he found the perfume you wore the most often and sprayed some of it on the crotch of his jeans. Then he just kept a hold on it as he waltzed around your room, spraying it several times just to waste your favorite product.

“That’s rude.” You spoke up, your lips pouting slightly. He snickered at your comment, how you sounded like a wronged child.

“Aw well if you need to touch up your perfume at all, you know where to get it.” He grinned, pointing to his groin before continuing to go through your things. The concept was strange but still made you clench simply from the thought of having to rub at his bulge to get something you wanted. He didn’t waste that much of your fragrance, but the idea was still burning in your mind.

He muttered disapproving comments at the posters on your walls and the cassettes he rummaged through until he got bored. You were nervous about interfering even as he invaded your privacy, until he was opening your top drawer to go through your panties and bras.

“Hey! That’s too far!” You gasp, rushing over to slam the drawer closed again. He shoved you back and opened it again.

“Quit being so fucking uptight.”

“Quit going through things that don’t belong to you!” You talked back which was still surprising him every time you did, but certainly didn’t let it show.

“Yeah well quit pissing me off before I put you in your fucking place.” He seethes, giving you an angry warning look that felt like fire all over you. You wanted to cry, to tell him to stop being so mean to you, but it would be useless. You’d just end up feeling pathetic as he laughed over your misery. You just had to stand there and watch as he kept going through your underwear drawer.

“Ooh, cute. I don’t think I’ve seen these yet.” He clicked his tongue and blew out an impressed breath as he held up a black lacy number. “‘d love to leave some stains on these for you, doll face.”

“You’re disgusting.” You blurt out, but the thought of his cum spurting onto your new pair of panties made you feel warm. He smirked at your frustration, tucking the underwear into his pocket.

“Those are new!”

He shrugs, shoving the drawer closed again with enough careless force to knock over a picture frame perched on top. He doesn’t seem to care until he’s spinning around with his finger pointed at you and that wicked look on his face.

“You know what, though? You bring up a great point.” He tugs the lace from his pocket and holds it up to his nose before letting out a disappointed sigh. “Now that’s a problem. Still smell like whatever cutesy store you got ‘em from.”

You have a moment of hope that he’s trying to be nice and provide an opportunity to give them back to you, even if he’s going about it in a dirty way. But that doesn’t last long, even when he’s tossing them back to you.

“Why don’t you put ‘m on for me, huh? Then when you give ‘em to me on my way out I’ll have proof of how fucking wet I get you.” He spoke so smoothly as he got closer to you, that it almost blanketed the filth of his words as something soft or even sweet.

“As if.” You scoff out in a huff, and there’s a fury to his gaze that you don’t understand.

“Yeah… as if.” He murmurs darkly, getting closer to you. You swallow nervously and take a step back. “Cause fuck me, right? I’m just some good-for-nothing asshole who you wouldn’t give the time of day. Not a priss like you.”

“I-I’m not a-“

“Oh dad!” He’s suddenly shouting at the top of his lungs in a sing-song manner, his body whipped around to face your doorway, and your eyes go wide.

“Stop-“

“Hey! I just wanna meet Mr. Y/L/N! Spending time with your lovely daughter!” He spoke with a passionate respect that you knew was coming from a hateful place. He had gone to your doorframe and was listening for any kind of response. A verbal acknowledgement. The sound of steps or creaking floorboards to tell him there was actually going to be someone to confront him.

His grin became devious as he went to the steps again. “Hello?” He calls, dragging out that last vowel.

“Will you quit it!” You hiss, tears prickling at your eyes now at the thought of him realizing you were all alone. Just you and him. And that you had lied to him.

He was turning around, sure now that the only people in this house were you and him. His dimples were pushing into his cheeks again as he sucked at his teeth, approaching you at the doorway to your bedroom like a cocky killer. The kind that you saw in horror movies that knew they had their prey cornered and could have some fun with it.

Out of nerves and a need to keep a barrier between the two of you, you took a quick step back and went to slam your door shut so you could lock it, but he got there in time to stop in with an outstretched arm. He pushed it open so harshly that you were sure there would be a dent in your wall where the doorknob was forced into it.

God, you couldn’t stand the way he looked right now. So proud. So smug. That shit-eating grin that told you he knew he was winning. That fury from before still lingering. He noticed the gloss to your eyes and tuts as a mocking pout reaches his lips.

“Upset about somethin’, doll? Someone got you all worked up?”

You huff out your nose, your lips screwed into a frown and your eyes still stinging with unshed tears.

“You’re so… so… mean! I hate you!” You shout, and without even realizing it you had stomped your foot at your last statement. It makes him pause, his expression unreadable for a moment as he considers everything until it all lands on amusement. He crosses his arms over his chest, grin wild and his hair flowing with him as he tilts his head with intrigue.

“Did you just stomp your foot at me, princess?” He teases, and your face feels so hot you wonder if he can see the flush of pink even through your foundation. He can. You refuse to answer him, fighting back the urge to fully cry in front of him. He’s getting closer though until he’s brushing up against you and looking down at you. God, he’s so warm.

“Aw… such a sensitive girl. Look at you.” He murmurs as he continues backing you two up until you’re pressed against the wall, one of those posters he disapproved of crinkling against your hair. He’s making fun of you like always but there’s a softness around the edges of his words. Blurred by a desire to do just about anything to you. He reaches his hand up to drag the pad of his thumb over your pouty lower lip before bringing his hand down to grasp you by your chin.

“Bet your pussy’s just as responsive as the rest of ya, huh?” He whispers as he makes you look up at him. Your nostrils flare momentarily and you keep looking up at him but you still won’t speak and you still won’t let those tears fall.

“I bet your cunt is just as weepy. All hot and wet when I’m fucking you into shape.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to refrain from whimpering or letting your lips part for a soft sigh. Anything that would confirm how badly you want him to figure out just how right he is. But then his anger flares back up as he’s gripping your jaw now, squeezing just enough to make it uncomfortable.

“Speak when you’re spoken to.” He demands in a low voice with a sort of growl to it that makes your knees weak. You part your lips as you consider answering him like you’re told, and he raises his brows while waiting. Then, in a brazen defiance, you spit in his face instead.

He’s so solid it’s almost like he doesn’t care. Not a flinch or a crack in his demeanor. Then he’s moving his hand from your jaw to your throat and gripping onto it enough that you gasp.

“I’ve been spat on my whole fucking life, you think that’s gonna make a difference here, princess? Think that’s gonna make me respect you? Think you’re brave?”

Your hands reach up to rest over his on your neck, a mewl vibrating from the back of your throat. He leans in closer to your face, your lips parting wider as he tightens his grip.

“It just makes me think you’re stupid.” He finishes before spitting directly into your open mouth. He’s releasing you from his grip right after, wiping your saliva from his cheek while you catch your breath. A soft moan escapes you before you can keep it at bay and his inflated ego is tangible. He’s eyeing you with a sort of amazed intrigue that pulls him back to you, his arms lifting to place his hands on the wall on either side of your head.

“You like it, don’t you?” He laughs and you shake your head furiously, but he isn’t buying it. “You could’ve gotten my ass suspended—hell, even expelled—ages ago. And yet…?”

“I just felt bad that you’re such a fucking idiot.“

“Dirty girl.” He hisses inward through his teeth as if burned by your words, but you were just egging him on.

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” He wondered in a soft tone, hand back to your jaw as you stayed quiet. “Will you kiss daddy with that mouth?” He added with a lazy grin, exuding dominance and arrogance.

You became a little slack jawed at the implication, and he was on you. Hand still on your jaw, he pressed his lips to yours. You feigned protest at first with a few kicks and smacks, but then he had your wrists pinned against the wall and you sunk into the kiss. He kept you pinned for a few moments, until he was sure you were relaxed. He dropped his hands down to completely engulf your waist in his arms, and keep you pressed against him. The kiss was filthy with anger-fueled lust and slips of moans on your end and grunts from his.

“I hate you.” You whispered in between kisses, his hands moving to grip your ass now.

“Yeah you do.” He chuckled proudly against your lips before beginning to trail his lips down your jaw to your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed, hands settled on his muscular back as he sucked and bit at your neck, messy hair tickling you. More sounds slipped from you with no attempt to hold them back, a teary whimper hanging on your lips after he bit down on your neck hard enough to pull a yelp from you.

“Gonna mark you all up…” He muttered against your skin, making your head swirl.

“Gonna have you walking into school and have everyone know who you belong to.” He pulled back now, breathless and his full lips all pink with attention. His eyes were dark with lust, and it all made you whimper. The sound made him laugh in disbelief.

“Yeah? Such a slut. Bet you can’t wait to walk in with my hickeys all over you. Might even fuck you in the back of my van beforehand. Make you go to class full of my cum.”

You almost can’t believe him or yourself as you nod your head dumbly with a desperate pout. He groans at the sight and pulls you to him again, his lips back on yours as his hands reach down to hook under your thighs and lift you up. You’re quick to wrap your legs around his waist, a soft cry escaping when he starts grinding against you. He’s so hard and feels so pressed into his jeans, you’re both afraid and alight at the thought of just how big he probably is.

Eddie made his way over towards your bed until his legs made contact with your bed frame. He pulled away from the kiss to drop you on the bed carelessly. You lifted your torso up by digging your elbows back into your mattress, legs bent up at the knee and parted for him while you watched him undo his belt. He noticed you staring, and his gaze traveled along your form. Your knit sweater. Your pleated skirt.

“Take that shit off.” He said with a slight jut of his chin in the direction of your top, hands paused at the waist of his jeans and boxers. You hesitated at first, mostly at his hesitation to pull down his bottoms, but also out of nerves that your body wouldn’t be good enough. He made fun of you for just about everything. Surely he would tease you for that too.

“Did I fucking stutter?” His voice rose just a touch, his expression showing his impatience. At that your eyes went a bit wide again, and you lifted your sweater over your head and then the t-shirt you had on underneath. His hand was under his undone jeans, palming himself through his boxers as he looked over your naked torso.

“Bra too.” He murmured, and your nerves subsided from the way he looked at you. It was all hunger and lust and some impatience, but that was common. But no mockery. He wasn’t gearing up to make fun of your body cause he’s been waiting to see it. It was even better than he imagined, and he stopped a groan in his throat when you unclasped your bra and put it off to the side.

“Fuck…” He sighed out, squeezing his hard cock in his fist. You arched your back, which he initially enjoyed, until he realized your hand was moving to unzip the back of your skirt.

“Hey.” His harsh tone broke through, his free hand slapping your thigh. “Did I say take the skirt off?”

Your lips parted, and he jerked his head forward with a wide, frustrated gaze. It was as if he was saying “Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

He rolled his eyes as you shook your head no, and moved your hands away. He muttered under his breath and settled himself between your legs before deciding you weren’t close enough. His hands grasped your thighs to pull you closer, a surprised giggle bubbling in your chest from the action. He didn’t acknowledge it because he was trying to not let it show that it made him want to smirk. Just like when you get all teary-eyed. Or stomp your feet. Or finally get enough nerve to talk back. Even getting a giggle out of you made him smug, despite the fact that he had only ever seemed to enjoy making you miserable.

Eddie flips your skirt up onto your stomach, licking his lips at the sight of the light blue cotton panties he had already seen in the lunch line today. He finally tugged his jeans and boxers down below his balls, and started pumping his dick in his hand. Your nerves lit up at the sight of it—thick and with a bit of a curve to it. You wanted to see more of him, but the likelihood of that was slim to none. He enjoyed the control he had in this relationship, and that meant he liked having you almost completely naked in front of him while he was practically still dressed. He smirked as pre-cum beaded up on his tip and let it drip onto the fabric of your underwear. He dipped down to drag his tip along your covered slit to make a mess of your panties with his pre-cum. You inhaled sharply at the feeling, biting the inside of your lip whenever he nudged your clit.

“I like these panties…” You complained, knowing how much better it would be for him to ruin a pair of underwear you love.

“Aw…” He tutted, leaning over you as he mimicked the pout on your lips. “Don’t tell me that cause then I might have to cum all over them. ‘N I thought you wanted it inside.”

You mewled again, nodding your head which he mimicked too. The little shake of your head, the sound you made.

“Such a whiny, needy girl.” He said as if he cared. He hooked a finger under your panties and tugged at them, fighting the fabric over your legs one handed before holding them up to his nose. His eyes were trained on the sight of your sopping pussy as he breathed in, his cock twitching in his fist. He cursed under his breath, only pulling the fisted cloth away to stuff into his back pocket. His now free hand moved forward to drag his fingers through your slit, proud to feel how soaked and puffy you were already.

“You a virgin, doll?” He purred, tilting his head with a sickeningly sweet grin, the curled corners of his lips devilish. It was saccharine and mean. He figured you’d say yes because no one at school seemed to want you, but then you shook your head.

You lost your virginity at that summer camp you were at in the picture he was ogling earlier. It was awkward and felt strange, and you didn’t have much experience beyond that, but you weren’t a virgin. You thought he’d like you better this way anyways, already ready for him to fuck, but it ticked him off.

“No?” He asked, pushing two thick fingers into your cunt and making you gasp. The pressure on that sweet spot right at your entrance was buzzing with pleasure, but it still ached a little. “Guess you’re the little slut I always thought you were, hm?”

He was pushing his fingers in deep and curling them up into that spongy spot that made you whine and your thighs tremble.

“Who is he?” Eddie urged, his expression back to the irritation you were familiar with. You weren’t answering, all of your focus on his thick fingers and the rings that adorned them pinching the edge of your entrance.

“Who. Is. He?” He repeated, moving his face a bit closer to yours in bursts with every word, his head tilting to the left then to the right then back to the left to punctuate his words. He was slowing it down for you like you were dumb, and his fingers stopped moving—all of this making you huff.

“No one-“ You whine hopelessly, and he was starting to pull his hand away but you shot yours out to grip his wrist and keep his fingers deep between your legs. “No one, no one important.” You continued. “It was at summer camp, he’s not even from here. Please-“ you nearly sobbed, and it was enough to make the man groan as he leaned over you.

“Oh… please what, doll face?” He murmured, hand that had just been wrapped around his dick sinking the mattress down beside your head.

“Please- please don’t stop.” You whimper softly and he smiles sweetly down at you while pulling his hand away anyways. It was just for a second, enough to make you want to cry, but then he was plunging them back into your fluttering hole again. He added a third finger, barely giving you even enough time to enjoy the first two, the stretch making your lips part a little.

“God, you’re desperate.” He snorted, his hand angling a bit differently to let his thumb catch your clit. He watched with pride as your head tilted back and your back arched. Your thighs kept twitching and your walls were clamping down around his fingers more and more—he could tell you were close.

“Eddie…” You drawled, breath catching as your body braced itself for the mind-altering pleasure of your orgasm, but just as you approached the top—he pulled his hand away. You let out a distressed cry that made him laugh. He cooed at you, his hand that had been pumping his cock moving to rest on your cheek. Knowing where it had been made it even better, made it filthier. It made you wonder how many times he had just touched his dick before touching you.

“That’s for letting some random loser fuck you.” He whispered after leaning down so close that his nose was occasionally brushing against yours.

“‘m sorry…” You whine, tears of pleasure and pain having already slid down from your eyes and back towards your ears—leaving your hair damp and cold.

“You’re sorry, what?” He urged, nudging his tip against your folds.

“I’m sorry I let someone else take my virginity.” You were a blubbering mess, teary-eyed and needy.

“You’re gonna make up for it, though, right?” He purred, his tip already pressing into you and you nodded enthusiastically with a cry, your hips twitching forward.

“That’s my girl.”

Your lips parted, your lower lip quivering when he pushed into you until his hips were flush with your ass. You let out a sort of choked whimper and he groaned.

“Fuck you’re tight…” He sighed with content, sliding back before sinking back in until his tip was kissing your cervix. “Not even a virgin and I’m still gonna have to work to split this cunt open, huh?”

He was grinning again over that, over the grip your walls had on him from such a foreign stretch. It ached in the best way possible except for the occasional thrust that pinched and made you yelp out a small “ow.”

“S-so big… you’re so big…” You babble, your mind fuzzy. Your pupils were all blown out and you watched him fuck into you like it was the best dream you ever had. You eventually tilt your head back, letting out a happy hum as your hips push outward to feel him as deeply and as harshly as possible. He mimicked the sounds you made and the expressions you made from his thick cock hitting all the right places and stretching you enough that you knew you were going to be sore. All day tomorrow you were going to get brief pangs of aching that would remind you of how full you were of Eddie. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He was all you could focus on, and you didn’t even realize you had been whimpering his name over and over under your breath until he made fun of you for it.

“Fuck you.” You huffed defensively, only for his amusement to bolster.

“Ha!” He cackled right in your face as you looked up at him with glossy eyes, pink cheeks and pouty lips. “Already are, sweetheart.”

Soon enough your sounds annoyed him though, especially the more demanding they got. Harder. Faster. Slower. More. Please. So he flipped you over onto your stomach and had his hand on your head to press your cheek into the mattress as he mounted you again—all with a casual “God, just shut up.”

At this new angle he was driving into you with a force that reverberated throughout your whole body every time he slammed into your cervix or that gushy part of you. You felt dizzy and breathless, every stroke of his cock against your ridged walls shooting off sparks. After being so close just from his hand to now, you were steadily approaching an orgasm again—just praying he’d let you keep it this time. He must’ve noticed because his free hand was reaching down to rub your clit. Your eyelids fluttered, a sob being muffled by the comforter you were biting down on. The sound of skin smacking, the tired springs of your bed squeaking, Eddie’s panting and grunting, the chain of his wallet clinking every now and then, the wet and pornographic sound of his cock plunging in and out of your pussy—it all seemed so loud for a second and then felt muffled the next as you came undone around him. You moaned out his name, whimpering cries on the tail end. You could feel your walls fluttering around him, clamping down and then blossoming back open then clamping down again in a mind-swirling rhythm.

“That’s a good girl…” He purred in a way that might’ve been too sweet from him if it wasn’t laced with a condescending tone. “Gonna cum in you, ‘kay?”

“Uh-huh-“ You moan, body aching as he picks up the pace again, fingers tangled in your hair with a painful grip. You can’t see him, but his head is tilted back completely blissed out as he fucks into you. You felt amazing, even better than he imagined which was pretty damn astonishing considering the pedestal he already had your pussy on in his imagination. He was so close, and a brief thought of getting you pregnant nearly sent him over the edge. He was mean. So fucking mean. That was the most devious thing he could do. Fill you up and make you all round with his kid.

“Shit-“ He pants out. “Gonna fill you up, babe.”

“Please-“ You beg, pulling an incredulous chuckle from him.

“Such a good girl… always take everything I give her.” He breathes out, leaning down to trap your body between him and your bed, his hand moving your hair away from your face. “Takes everything I give her at school, and she’s gonna take everything I give her in her bed, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, please-“ You sob, gasping out with the next few sharp thrusts against you until there was this warm feeling blooming inside you as he groaned against your back. He gave a few more thrusts after cumming inside, letting out happy puffs of air. You remembered how content that guy was when he unloaded into his condom inside you in camp. That blissful look on his face before he pecked your lips then lied next to you. Eddie didn’t bother with a condom, didn’t press a little peck to your lips and he wasn’t so quick to pull out either. When you squirmed a little he shifted so he was pushed up deeper into you, pulling a gasp from you which made him smirk against your skin.

Eventually he leaned up to bite your shoulder and then he slid out of you. You were still a little out of it, purring out a whiny hum as you nuzzled your quilt. Your legs were still spread and slightly bent up while you laid there on your stomach, and as he adjusted his softening dick back into his boxers he saw his cum slowly started to seep out of you and onto your comforter. Ever the gentleman, once his pants were zipped back up and his belt was buckled he landed his palm on your ass cheek and turned you over as you huffed over the action.

“See you Monday.”

“But we… we have to…” You fought to find your words through the haze. Study. You had to study.

“Bye, doll face!” He called out as he made his way downstairs.

You pouted a little, wanting to beg him to come back and stay with you. Maybe even go another round, but you were so spent that you just laid there.

When you got your energy back enough to force you to get up, you went to pee and clean yourself up before heading downstairs. Unsure of what to do with yourself, you made your way over to your backpack and you spotted the writing on the time sheet. A smile tugged at your lips. Instead of the date he wrote his phone number, and for the synopsis of today’s tutoring session he wrote “sex ed” with a winky face, and then signed where he was supposed to.

God, you were so fucked. And you were going to need a new time sheet.

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Hey, if you hadn't already done something like this, I was wondering if you'll write Eddie x Popular!Henderson!R, where they're sneaking around behind Dustin's back.... 1. Because Dustin looks up to him and they're friends and 2. She's not ready to let everyone know just yet (wanting to live in ignorant bliss just a little while longer before she falls under scrutiny for falling for "the freak").

And so, when one of her friends decides to hook her up on a date, she can't exactly refuse, so she goes along with it to shut her up, without letting Eddie know, of course. And during a game of dnd, Dustin let's it slip where you are for the night, unknowingly sending Eddie into a spiral, thinking she's cheating and that's why she wants to keep them a secret and after having an internal battle, he cuts the campaign short, surprising everyone, and he crashes her date, with hellfire in toe, demanding answers. And then everyone finds out and she explains blah blah and they live happily ever after. Sorry, this was long xx

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Dustin's friend

When Dustin said he found a new friend, that was yet again years older than him, Y/N wasn't too pleased. First, it was Steve, and now a guy named Eddie. But when Y/N met Eddie for the first time, she couldn't care less about the age gap between him and her brother, all that mattered was that he was around her age and single.

Eddie still wasn't sure how he managed to get Dustin's hot popular sister to go out with him. Whatever he did, he thanked god for it because having Y/N on his lap with her tongue down his throat was his heaven.

"Missed you so much," Y/N whined, her hips moving against Eddie's as she yanked off his shirt.

"Fuck, I missed you too." Eddie moaned as Y/N sucked down his chest. She left her marks to travel south until she was just above his boxers.

"MOM WANTS YOU," Dustin screamed as he pounded on Y/N's locked door.

"Damn it," Eddie sighed and hung his head.

"BE RIGHT THERE," Y/N screamed back, she sighed and stood up. She handed Eddie his shirt with a sad smile. "Sorry, Eds."

"Fuckers are giving me blue balls. Are you sure we can't tell him? Maybe he'd stop interrupting as much." Eddie glared towards the door. He stood up and threw on his jeans.

"You know I'm not ready for all of that yet." Y/N sighed.

"Fine, I'll go home and finish the old-fashioned way." Eddie joked, smirking as he walked backward to her window, his eyes on her.

"Maybe I'll come over and join you, later." She winked. She kissed Eddie goodbye and waited for him to leave. Then she went to see what her mom wanted.

~~~

Y/N knew hiding her relationship with Eddie was hard and tiring. And she felt guilty every time she had to act like Eddie wasn't everything to her. But she was scared. She was scared to take away Dustin's friend, worried she overstepped. She was terrified it would ruin their friendship because of the bro code. And selfishly, she was scared of the damage it would do to her social life.

"I'm telling you, he has been begging me for a date with you. You are single and have no reason to say no." Chrissy whined.

"My reason to say no is that I don't want to," Y/N said, rolling her eyes as she slammed her locker shut.

She whined when Chrissy followed.

"Like you have anything going on tomorrow night, anyway?" Chrissy argued, her eyes taunting.

Y/N technically had nothing going on tomorrow, Dustin and Eddie had hellfire so both boys were busy.

"Stop thinking of an excuse and just go. Then if you hate it, I will never set you up again." Chrissy promised.

"Deal," Now Y/N could get Chrissy off her back.

~~~

"We are kicking ass today! I wish Y/N were here to see it." Dustin cheered. Y/N had spent more time watching Hellfire since she had to pick Dustin up anyway.

"Why isn't she?" Eddie asked, he prayed it sounded casual. He read ahead on his notes to look like he didn't care too much.

"On a date." Dustin shrugged, playing his next move. No one had the table had any idea that sentence sent Eddie into a panic. Sweat on his forehead as his leg shook beneath the table.

His girlfriend was on a date, with another guy.

It all made sense, she wanted him to be a secret because she was seeing someone. Dustin knew about the guy, and he couldn't know about Eddie. Because then her secret would be exposed. Like it just was.

"Where?" Eddie snapped, his angry tone had the table looking at him in seconds.

"Enzo's," Dustin said confused.

"Get in the van," Eddie snapped as he grabbed his keys.

~

The rest of hellfire sat confused as Eddie raced to the restaurant. He was silent but gripped the wheel until his knuckles were white. The boys followed as Eddie stormed out of the van and into the restaurant.

Eddie felt a wave of heartache flood in his chest when he saw her with him with his own eyes. She looked beautiful as she talked about something he couldn't hear.

"Why are we here? Why do you care about my sister?" Dustin asked, but Eddie already was moving.

His heavy boots hit the floor hard, and his hand slammed on the table. The couple jumped and fear showed in Y/N's eyes when Eddie leaned down to her level.

Face to face, Eddie's hard breathing smacked Y/N's face. She twiddled her thumbs nervously as she saw hellfire behind him. Her brother watching with confusion.

"Eddie, what are you doing?" She said through clenched teeth, trying to keep the conversation between them.

"Demanding why the fuck my girlfriend is on a date with another guy." Eddie snapped, his eyes dark as he glared at her. She knew he had every right to be mad, but she didn't want a scene.

She stood up, and Eddie straightened up. His eyes haven't left her, not even glancing at the stranger across from her.

"Can I please explain later? In private." She whispered, her eyes looking over Eddie's shoulder as the boys watched.

"No, I'm tired of this private shit. Explain right here, right now. Or we are done." Eddie threatened. He didn't want to break up, he wished on every star above him there was a way to make this relationship work.

"Eddie please." She whispered, her watery eyes pleading for him to back off until they could talk. "Not right now in front of everyone." Eddie tried to ignore her tears, not letting himself get sucked into her guilt trap.

"Fine, forget it. I'll see you around, Henderson." Eddie said coldly as he nodded and backed off. Y/N felt frozen in her spot as Eddie went out the door.

"Y/N?" Dustin spoke up, his hand reaching towards her.

In seconds she was running out the door.

"What is going on?" the random date asked.

"Shh man," Mike said, sliding into the booth next to him. He pointed out the window, a clear view of the couple. The boys followed, all sitting in the big booth as they stared out the window.

~

"I'm sorry! I got scared but please." Y/N cried as she tugged on Eddie's arm.

"Scared because you got caught. I can't believe you could do this to me. What about all that love bullshit? This is what you do when you love someone?" Eddie argued, hot tears in his eyes.

"I do love you! Nothing between us is bullshit. Chrissy was on my back for weeks about going on a date with this guy! I never agreed until she said If I went on it, she'd never do it again! I promise you I was just trying to get her off my back. I was going to tell her I hated it and finally have peace of just being with you."

"You know what else brings peace? Finally admitting to other people that you are in love with me," Eddie said sadly, "I'm tired of being your secret. I can't keep doing it."

Y/N sobbed as she reached forward and held his face in her hands.

"I'm so sorry. I love you so much. I'll tell Dustin and everyone. Please just give me a chance to make this up to you." Y/N begged, Eddie sniffled as he looked into her eyes.

"I love you too," he smiled, and Y/N felt relief in her bones. "You took a chance on me, so I'll take the chance on you."

Y/N smiled and leaned forward, Eddie met her halfway and smashed his lips on hers. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer.

~

"Oh my god!" The boys all said at once, the random date was long gone.

"Eddie and my sister?"

"Dude! Eddie is banging your sister!" Mike teased

"Is he touching her ass?" Lucas gasped as he moved closer to the window

"Oh, that is so much tongue." Gareth chuckled.

"Our boy is making out with a popular girl!" Jeff cheered, high fives all around the table, except for Dustin who sat in a state of shock.

~

"YOU ARE SCREWING MY SISTER?"

Eddie and Y/N jumped as Dustin screamed.

"DUSTIN!" Y/N screamed as Dustin ran straight into Eddie and took him to the ground.

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𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀

(eddie munson x secret admirer!reader)

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 Summary: After four long years of pining, it's high time you tell your crush you like him and quite possibly your last chance to, luckily there's no better time for love confessions than Valentine's Day. If only you hadn't chosen to do so anonymously, because you're pretty sure he's hoping his secret admirer is someone else.

Warnings: pining, angst, misunderstandings, very brief (blink and you miss it) descriptions of oncoming panic attack (doesn't happen), Heather Holloway being a sweetie, and a whole lot of fluff a/n: I did way too much for something that was supposed to be 2.k word count wise, and is definitely going to flop because of how late I'm posting it but I don't care because it is still technically Valentine's Day. A HUGE thank you to @kitmon for being my incredible beta-half (get it?) and if you like slow burns (and I mean the best ‘GET TOGETHER ALREADY but also please take your time really finding and understanding each other’ fics), go devour their masterlist. Happy reading and Happy Valentine's day ��� word count: 10k (no 'read more' as tumblr keeps eating chunks and repeating parts of it when i utilize the feature, sorry, just scroll).

You stood posted by a row of lockers, peaking around the corner of the hall to watch as the longtime object of your affections laughed at something one of his friends said.

  “Are you stalking him again?”

  You jumped, clutching your biology book to your chest as you swiveled around to face Heather, your best friend.

  “Geez!” You hissed out, voice low as you checked to make sure you hadn’t attracted his attention.

  But it’s you, so of course you hadn’t. Eddie was still leaning up against his locker and chatting away, face framed by the mane he called his hair. His curls were defined much more than usual—clearly he’d washed his hair before school which meant he must have been up early. Why did you know that????

  “I’m not stalking him,” you grumbled and Heather giggled. “I’m just observing him.”

  “Well, stop observing him and go talk to him.” She nudged your shoulder, giving you a reassuring smile. 

  “I’m gonna—,” You answered with false bravado that soon wavered, “. . . eventually. Look, I have a plan. Okay, today is a new day, Valentine’s Day and the perfect day for romance. No more watching from the sidelines─”

  Heather coughed out a stalking, followed by another cough, all of which you ignored.

  “No more quietly pining, I’m telling him how I feel.”

  Heather raised her eyebrows, tongue clicking. 

  “Let me get this straight, you’re not only going to actually exchange words with him, you’re actually going to tell Eddie Munson about your feelings?”

  Your heart fluttered just at the mention of him.

  Edward Wayne Munson. Eddie.

You’d had a crush on him since your freshman year of high school, and contrary to your best friend’s earlier statement, you had exchanged words with him already. Sorta. Basically.

Freshman year you’d ate shit in the hallway, tripping over literally nothing and all your belongings had scattered, he’d stopped walking to help you pick your things up before he was off again. It wasn’t much conversation, but he did say something about those invisible rocks people left lying around.

  Then your sophomore year, he’d sat behind you with his club at the school’s mandatory pep rally. One of his friends had accidentally jostled you and Heather a little too roughly when he was finding his seat and Eddie had apologized on his behalf.

  Then last year he’d held the cafeteria door open for you and your friends when you slipped in. That time, you’d been the one to thank him and he had said you’re welcome. Almost unprompted!

  So, yeah. Maybe you were a little delusional, it didn’t matter though. What mattered was you were running out of time. 

  Somehow, Eddie had managed to fail the past two years, allowing you to catch up to him but that meant you were now a senior as well. You’d let the other chances to approach him pass you by because you were too scared of rejection, this was your last chance.

  The college acceptance letter you’d received at the start of the week also spurred your bravery, if he rejected you, you only had a few months left until you were on your way to California, there’d be all those states between the two of you. 

  You had nothing to lose, so today was gonna be the day.

  “Yes,” you took a deep breath, slowly exhaling as the determination sank deep into your bones. “I’m gonna tell him.”

  “How are you gonna do that?” She cocked her head, the curls of her side ponytail bouncing.

  “I’m glad you asked, my friend.” You grabbed her hand, dragging her down the hall to your partially opened locker. You pulled the door open fully to reveal a bouquet of roses, set on top of your books.

  Her face wrinkled up in confusion, “You bought yourself flowers again?”

  “No.” You glared at her, a hand scratching your head as you hissed out through gritted teeth, “And we promised not to bring that up anymore—these are for Eddie.”

  Heather perked up at that, a hand resting over her chest as she fawned, “Dude, that is so cute! When are you gonna give them to him?”

  “That’s the thing, I’m not actually going to give them to him directly. I need your help. You’ve got history with him, yeah?”

  You already knew she did so it didn’t surprise you when she nodded. You slipped one rose from the bouquet and handed it to her. 

  “Can you leave this on his desk?” 

  “Sure! Wow, I can’t believe I get to be part of your love story,” she marveled, twirling the stem between her fingertips.

  God, you hoped it’d be a love story and not a tragedy.

  “And these are for you.” You pulled out a smaller bouquet of pink roses, and Heather just about burst into tears.

  The two of you had been best friends since middle school, and often spent your free time watching corny teen movies, usually living through the main characters of the romance ones. You’d had a couple of almost-boyfriends, in the end you hadn’t been interested in them enough to accept when they’d try to make it official. And Heather simply hadn’t caught the eye of anyone, which was ridiculous to you considering how pretty and nice she was, so you were usually her valentine on Valentine’s Day. This was the first time you actually got her flowers instead of a bunch of chocolates to eat the night away, you’d figured she deserved them. 

  She’d had a crush on Steve Harrington, but he hadn’t noticed her and ended up dating and getting dumped by Nancy Wheeler. Then he’d dated every other girl except her. You feared your non-existent relationship with Eddie might go the same way.

  “Dude,” Heather yanked you in for a hug, squeezing you to the point you thought your ribs might be bruised.

  “Uhm. Heather. Ow.”

  “Oh, sorry.” She released you, holding you by your shoulders, “Okay, so I just give it to him?”

  “No, no, no, no, no. There will be no interactions. Just leave it on his desk.”

  “Whatever you say, boss.”

  You were about to reply when the first bell cut you off and threw you into a panic, nudging Heather in the direction of the classroom so she could beat Eddie there. Heather took off running once she realized the reason for your worry, only you both failed to remember Eddie was late to everything. 

  You reluctantly made your way to your first period, plagued by thoughts of Eddie’s reaction to the first rose.

  Would he like it? Oh, you hoped he liked it.

  What if he thought it was some prank? What if he threw it away? Would he do the same to the rest?

  Oh, well. There was no backing out now.

  Your carefully thought out plan was put into action. You’d made sure to play sick the last 15 minutes of every class to get an excuse note to the nurse, only you didn’t go to the nurse. Instead, you ran around leaving a rose in Eddie’s various hang outs. One at the creepy old bench you knew he did business at. Two roses with the stems placed through the slits of his locker, three on his windshield wipers, one of the younger students in your art class was in Hellfire with him and after swearing him to secrecy, Will had promised to deliver three to Eddie personally, without revealing your identity.  

  During lunch, you found yourself behind the stage of the cafeteria, in part of the drama department. It’s where Hellfire took place. 

  You’d been there a handful of times, only when your curiosity for the metalhead got a little too overwhelming for you and you wanted to feel closer to him without having to face him. It was only ever set up on Fridays, the day Eddie got to school early enough to do so. 

  You made your way over to sit in the chair closest to his throne, casting it a couple of nervous glances.

  This would be where you left the last rose, so of course, everything about the set up, the throne had to look daunting to you now; a representation of how you were seeing Eddie as your confession grew nearer. If things didn’t go as planned, it’d be the last time you could come here.

  The thought made your stomach hurt, a large void beginning to form there. 

  The last rose was much too personal to leave just anywhere, where someone without a key to the room would find it. No one but the Hellfire club would occupy this area today. Attached to the rose with a ribbon was a note with a simple message that meant more to you than you cared to admit. You’d written it when you first came up with your plan at the start of the week and had been debating on whether or not to sign your name since then. 

  The answer should’ve been obvious, right? This whole thing was to let Eddie know how you felt about him, and your romantic intentions were clear with the red roses. This note would finish implying the rest. And if you wanted Eddie to know it was you who admired him, you just had to write your name.

  Yeah, simple as that.

  You clicked the pen in your grasp, placing it just over the paper. 

  You wavered, licking your lips as you tried to convince yourself to just own your goddamn name. That’s all you had to do. Write on the paper.

  Just write on the paper.

  Your hand was beginning to shake, and with a heavy heart, you realized your name wouldn’t be going on this note.

  You weren’t brave enough for that. You set your purple pen down, staring down at the words written in pink ink before you rolled the paper up, making sure the ribbon was secured (you’d used a hole puncher to slip the ribbon through) and left it on the seat of the throne before scurrying out of the room as fast as you could.

  —

  Eddie was at a loss, completely stupefied.

  When he’d arrived at his history class, after having mentally prepared himself for the onslaught of boredom he’d face, he was surprised to find a single rose on his desk. By surprised, he meant incredibly suspicious. A glance around the room confirmed he wasn’t being watched, everyone was gossiping about Emmy Switcher’s upcoming party, so he’d settled into his seat and marveled at it.

  Eddie wasn’t one to ever really get things on Valentine’s Day, not counting the mandatory valentine’s cards in elementary and middle school. The last time he’d gotten a card was his first senior year, and it had been a prank by a couple of girls on the softball team and their boyfriends. Embarrassed the shit out of him. The following Valentine’s Day he’d faked being sick to avoid falling victim again—god, he craved affection so much it made him pathetic enough to still hope for something gross and cheesy to happen to him. 

A rose was harmless though, right? Unless it was poisoned or something. Eddie lifted it to his nose, but all he could pick up was the seductive floral scent and when he didn’t immediately pass out from chloroform, he figured it was just a rose.

  He glanced around again in vain, hoping someone would somehow stick out and when no one did, he held it in his grasp, rough fingertips stroking over the soft petals for the duration of the class.

  He’d been stunned when he arrived at his locker to find two roses hanging out of it. A few people were staring at him as he carefully pulled them from their place, but they looked more curious rather than shy or mischievous.  He had a feeling whoever was leaving the roses for him wasn’t around. 

  He refused to leave them in his locker, the stems clutched in his hand as he went about his day and found more. Eddie was more than proud to display them, somewhat smug at the attention they were garnishing him.

  Yeah, fuckers. Someone finally liked him. Eat shit.

  He’d spent his English class convincing himself he’d never find out exactly who this someone was. He was pretty fucking stressed after that. He tried to come up with a roster of sorts, girls he thought might be interested in him enough to maybe leave him pretty flowers and woo him right out of his Reeboks.

  He’d only been able to come up with four—impressive—but his first pick he was quick to scribble out. He hadn’t had a decent interaction with her and he figured it was creepy of him to put her at the top of the list all because of his wishful thinking. 

  The second girl listed was possible, maybe. Chrissy Cunningham. He’d had a crush on her for as long as he could remember since she was always nice to him. She’d dumped Jason a couple of months ago and he’d been dealing to her for a short amount of time, but she seemed pretty flirty to him. Although, flattery did work on him.

  The third name made him nervous, and not in a good way. Tina Sawyer. They’d both got pretty drunk at her Halloween party and hooked up in her bathroom but she avoided him like the plague afterwards, obviously embarrassed about interacting with him, which was typical for the lot of Hawkins.

  He’d been sure it was a drunken mistake but sometimes, he’d catch her staring at him, and she didn’t look all that disgusted with him.

  The last name on the short list was that of Tammy Thompson. She had made her interest in Eddie pretty clear his junior year, always trying to sit behind him in classes so she could play with his hair. Unfortunately, Tammy was very, for the lack of better words, aggressive with her affections. He’d made out with her once and it had been sloppy and messy in the most unattractive of ways. It was like tonguing a dog.. Then he remembered she’d actually been able to graduate, unlike him, so he was spared. 

  By lunch, Eddie was ready to try to figure out who his secret admirer was. Out of the two remaining girls on his list, he was leaning more towards Chrissy, who he felt wouldn’t be ashamed to hold his hand in public. 

  He and his lunchbox full of drugs—and some snacks—made their way to the Hellfire lunch table where he spent a significant amount of time studying the two girls.

  “Uh, are you okay, Eddie?”

  Eddie glanced up at the concerned face of Will Byers, who’d arrived much later than the rest of the guys and Stephanie, one of the two girls in Hellfire. The question drew the attention of the rest of the table and Eddie internally sighed.

  “Yeah, I’m fine—what are those?” Eddie asked, eyes honed in on the roses resting on Will’s tray.

  The younger teen handed them over, “A girl told me to give you these.”

  Eddie felt his heart skip a beat, “You know who she is?”

  Will nodded and before Eddie could demand a name, he rushed, “I’ve been sworn to secrecy!”

  Eddie scowled, carefully setting aside his roses so they wouldn’t be involved in his annoyance. 

  “Byers, I’m gonna level with you. I’ve been in this miserable prison for six long years. While I’ve had my fair share of hookups, I have not ever had a girl like me enough to leave me roses and do cute shit before. And I fear I never will again. That’s why I’m actually gonna need you to tell me who it is so I can have a girlfriend by the end of what is supposed to be the most god awful romantic day of the year. ‘Kay?”

  Eddie’s eyebrows dart up, face set in an intimidating glower but Will remembers how scared you looked when you trusted him with this task. He also knows, very well, how it feels to love someone without them ever knowing because you fear what their response will be. He’d also seen Eddie eyeing both Chrissy and Tina.

  Will knew what it was like to have that special person interested in someone else, too. So, he’d protect your secret.

  “I swore.”

  Eddie groaned, head dipping forward in a brief moment of defeat before he slammed his fist on the table, making the other occupants jump. 

  “Whatever, I’ll find her myself.” Just as Eddie stands, an idea occurs to him. Will said he wouldn’t tell him who it was, but the youngest Byers hadn’t said he wouldn’t tell him who it wasn’t, “Is it Tina?”

  Will shakes his head, nose wrinkling. Nothing against her, she just wasn’t the nicest to him or his friends. Not the meanest, still.

  Eddie breathes out a sigh, mumbling an oh, thank god as he makes his way to the cafeteria doors. That only left one possibility, and he was due to meet up with her in just five minutes. He couldn’t fight the grin off his face.

  ── 

  Your heart was racing a mile a minute, having witnessed everything transpire at the Hellfire table.

  You’d selected your lunch table four years ago because of the perfect view of Eddie it provided you, but right then it was killing you. You’d ruined your manicure, picking aggressively at the polish as you watched Will and Eddie, breathing out a sigh of relief when it looked like Will hadn’t revealed your identity.

  Eddie hadn’t seemed too happy about that.

  Then he stormed out and you fought very hard with yourself to not follow after him because then Heather would be right and you’d be a stalker.

  “Regret it yet?” Heather asked after she’d swallowed a bite of her sandwich. 

  “No.” You sorta lied. Yeah, you kind of regretted it but at the same time, knowing Eddie wouldn’t have to let you down gently made you less anxious. Besides, it wasn’t like you could just climb up the stage and duck past the curtain leading to the hellfire room without one of it’s members spotting you from their table. They’d tell Eddie in a heartbeat, especially if they found out the last rose and that damn note was there.

  “Sure,” Heather drawled, glancing over her shoulder as you picked at your food, appetite suddenly gone. 

  Maybe you really should have written your name on that love note. 

  “Well, I hope you mean it, because Dream Girl is on her way to meet Ice Cream.” Your head snapped up at the mention of Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie’s code names you’d given them so both you and Heather were free to talk without either of them suspecting anything. You referred to Chrissy as Dream Girl because you’d known all about Eddie’s crush on her (while Heather had been depressed about Steve and Nancy, you’d eaten your weight in ice cream over Eddie and Chrissy’s more than friendly interactions with each other, which had nothing to do with Eddie’s code name—he was ‘ice cream’ because you wanted to lick him all over).

  Sure enough, you looked over Heather’s shoulder, following her gaze to see Chrissy bidding her friends goodbye before she walked right out of the doors Eddie had pushed past minutes ago and as you watched her exit through the double doors, something inside you withers and dies a bit.

  You knew Eddie sold to her (gave her a discount because she was pretty and because of their flirting, hearing him say that made you want to drive a knife right through your chest), you and Heather had followed them out a couple of times which is how you were both aware of the flirtationship.

  After the first time you’d spied on them, the two of you had gone back to your home where Heather held a mock funeral for you. Now, you wished it had been a real one because you were sure Eddie had not only loved your roses, he also assumed they were from Chrissy. They would send him right into her arms at that shitty ass bench. And when he’d get a hold of the love note, well, you’d be the reason why Eddie and Chrissy would be hand in hand come Monday, canoodling by their lockers and kissing like no one else was watching. All the things Eddie should have been doing with you.

  You should have signed your name on the fucking note.

  ─

  Eddie had paced a pathway, disturbing the mounds of fallen leaves surrounding the picnic table. 

  His stuff, another rose he’d found waiting for him included, were on the table and he’d taken off his jacket, despite the chill of the February air. He was working himself up in his head, overheating in the process.

  “Eddie?”

  His head shot around, grinning as Chrissy—who apparently left him roses—approached him, face broken out in a smile.

  “Hey, Chris.” Eddie’s heart was racing a mile a minute, palms sweaty as he rested them over his hips, then quickly realized he looked stupid so he crossed them instead.

  She laughed at his nerves with absolutely no malice and they sat down at the bench, getting down to business. She’d been about to hand him a twenty dollar bill after he slid her the ziploc bag of nugs, but he held up his hand.

  “On the house.”

  “Eddie, it’s always on the house. I feel bad.”

  “Then stop.” He emphasized the demand with bulging eyes, smirking when she giggled. She had to like him, right?

  Eddie tried to be discreet about it, plucking one of the roses from his growing pile. He played with the stem, even sniffed the petals again in hopes she’d comment about it, maybe look a little excited about it or just give him any sort of reaction to indicate it had been her.

  Chrissy was too busy moving things aside in her backpack to make room for the baggy. When she finally did look back up, she smiled, but gave no hint she was even familiar with them.

  “Ooh, pretty flowers. Where’d you get those?”

  Was she playing coy?

  “Uh, someone’s been leaving them for me all around school.” Was it you?

  Chrissy’s face lit up and Eddie thought it was finally the moment of truth.

  “That’s so sweet! Do you know who it is? Or is it like a secret admirer sort of deal?”

  Evidently, not the moment of truth. She had to be toying with him, trying to prolong the reveal. Because if it wasn’t her, he was out of ideas. And he really, really didn’t want to be out of ideas. Not when there was someone out there, maybe thinking about him.

  “I actually have no idea who it is,” he sighed out, hoping if it was her, she’d just put him out of his damn misery already.

  Chrissy, glanced down at the table and Eddie perked up. Nerves? Was she finally gonna come out with it?

  “It wasn’t me, Eddie…but, I wish it had been.”

  Eddie didn’t know what to say, mouth dropped open a little as his eyebrows quirked up in surprise.

  Okay. Hadn’t been expecting that. He was expecting a yes it was me or a no it wasn’t me but not Chrissy confirming it hadn’t been her while also telling him she liked him. 

  “So, you haven’t been leaving them for me?”

  Chrissy shook her head and reached across the table to place her smaller hand over his, palm warm against his skin. Eddie’s eyes squeezed shut as he groaned, head falling forward to rest against the table.

  “Eddie?” Chrissy asked, concern lacing her voice.

  He let out a very long sigh, a little miffed at how messy this whole thing had gotten. Now, there was his, Chrissy’s and someone else’s feelings in the mix. Christ.

  “‘M’sorry, Chrissy.” Eddie sat up straight, face grim as he slowly pulled his hand out from underneath hers. “You’re great, fantastic, actually. You’re really nice and really pretty, but… I’ve been going crazy all day, trying to figure out who’s behind these.”

  He gestures to the roses at his side, the sight of them filling him with an intense wave of longing.

  “It’s been like years since I’ve gotten anything with real meaning behind it for any occasion—” he wasn’t counting the hellfire club or Wayne, referring to romantic intentions—“let alone Valentine’s Day, and someone in this school seems to be thinking about me.” 

  Eddie thought about what it must have taken to do something like this, it may have seemed like a trivial thought, something simple to others. He knew it wasn’t. He had no idea who it was, but he put himself in their position. They had to know enough about him to know his schedule, where he spent time, and then make the time to leave them in those spots just before he got there. 

  He’d spent the time waiting for Chrissy considering the anonymity of it. On the chance it wasn’t her, there was someone else in the school who was too afraid to approach him directly. He’d thought it might be out of fear of being seen with him, seen doing anything remotely romantic with him. Then, why even bother? They had to be afraid of his reaction, it’s what he would be nervous about if the positions were flipped.

  And god, he’d never felt more alive before, more seen and all it took was a couple of roses. He felt like those fawning girls in John Hughes movies. 

  “Before today, I never would have approached you about this, you know? I know we flirt, but I never would have been brave enough to cross that line.” He admitted, looking into her shiny blue eyes. Aw, man. Eddie hated making girls cry but it was true, he would have been waiting for her to make a move, or for Tina to make a move. Any of his past hookups, really. He’d have been with any of them—having craved affection and everything that came with it so bad—if they had just been the ones to initiate things on a more permanent basis. 

  He would have. Past tense. They could all form a conga line and confess their undying love for him but, unless they were the one who left him the roses—the one who made him brave enough to actually go around confronting people in an attempt to seek her out—he’d let them down. 

  “She made me brave, makes me feel really wanted and I don't even know who she is. It’s not you, it’s just─”

  “I’m not her.” Chrissy finished for him, wiping under one of her eyes. “It’s alright, Eddie. I mean, I’m obviously a little sad, but it’s not your fault or hers. I do hope you find her, though. She’d be lucky to have you.”

  She gave Eddie a sad smile, making him feel even guiltier but it’d be pretty shitty of him to try to be with her when he’d be thinking of someone else.

  “Thanks, Chrissy.” Eddie stood up and gathered his things. It was clear she was upset and would probably need some time to gather herself, he didn’t want to force her to leave first or linger around and make it awkward.

  He left her with a small, parting smile, relieved that he hadn’t charged her. Would have felt like a douchebag to make her pay for weed and turn her down in the span of five minutes when she’d been nothing but pleasant to him.

  Eddie shook it off, determination setting in once more. Sure, he was back to the drawing board, but if all else failed, he could corner young Byers again until he finally gave him a name.

  He’d come up with a pretty good list of ways he could force Will to give up the name by the time school let out and he got to the Hellfire room.

  It wasn’t until he set his little bouquet and the lunchbox down (he didn’t bother with backpacks, just shoved whatever he needed in his pants pockets or the box), walking around the throne in a circle like some fucking animal because he was so restless, that he saw the rose.

  The flash of white had caught his eyes and he dove down to grab it, trying to be as careful with pulling the piece of paper away from the stem of the rose, only he realized whoever left it had hole punched the thing together so he ripped the ribbon with his teeth rather than rip the note.

  The ribbon was stuffed into his back pocket as he eagerly sat himself down, rose clutched in one hand and the note in his other.

  Eddie,

  Please excuse my lack of eloquence in this note and also in our real life encounters.

  Eddie felt a shiver of excitement wash over his skin, cheeks a bright shade of pink at the confirmation he’d indeed interacted with his secret admirer before. Fuck, she’d talked to him! It made her feel even more real. 

  She was a real person, someone he could probably hold hands with and kiss. Unless, this was done in a purely platonic way which would be a little fucked up. Red roses to be friends? C’mon. He read on.

  I hoped you liked the flowers. I was actually debating on getting you different ones, something a little more personalized to you, but I ended up going with roses because, well, they convey romance better.

  Eddie leaned over the arm of the throne, sagging back as he allowed himself to completely collapse with relief. Just for a few seconds, then his eyes were glued to the pink penmanship.

  I’m trying really hard not to sound creepy because I’m totally not creepy and I know what you're thinking, ‘that’s what a creep would say’ but I swear I’m not, I just. I admire you. A lot. I have for so, so long. I admire the way you keep going, even when things are absolute shit for you, I like how you watch out for the younger classmen that come in and don’t really have anywhere to go. I like the way you dress, how pretty your hair is (even when it’s frizzy which is so unfair), how passionate you get with your rants (even though sometimes you’re an asshole about it). 

  And I like your laugh I LOVE your laugh. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had what feels like the worst fucking day of my life and I’m ready to breakdown and cry and scream, but I don’t. Because I can hear you laugh your ass off at something one of your friends said in the cafeteria, by your locker or even when you’re just walking past me. And I wish I was there, laughing alongside you or making you laugh. I don’t know how your laughter makes me feel better, it just does. I get all smiley and I feel warm inside and I want to give you a hug for it, for making me feel better without even trying. 

  But I can’t. You kind of scare me. Not in the mean, scary way, I’m just not sure you’ll like me. Or that it’ll go anywhere, or even if it should. 

  You’re so confident, Eddie. And you’re stupid attractive (you are, and I’m sure you’re aware but I’ll go ahead and tell you I’m also physically attracted to you) and it’s so overwhelming that I can’t contain it anymore and I don’t really want to. We only have a couple of months before we’re out of here (I have a feeling this is gonna be your year, you’ll be free of this sentence, too), and I don’t want to have any regrets. The only way I’d ever regret you is by not telling you how I feel. 

  So, here I am, Eddie Munson. Never thought I’d ever be confessing like this, but for the first time in my life, I feel brave. And it’s all because of you. Thank you, Eddie. I’ll be running around— dodging teachers and detention write ups— like Rocky in his training montages to get these roses to you because you deserve your flowers and I’d be delighted to give them to you today, and every single Valentine’s Day after. Actually, I want to give you even more than that. If you’ll have me.

  Love,

  What the fuck?

  Eddie hastily searched the bottom portion of the back side of the paper, where the note ended for a signature, a name, initials, something but that’s where it ended.

   There was no name.

  “NO! FUCK! NO! No, no, no, no, NO! I’ll have you, take me, just tell me who you are!” Eddie groaned out, note dropped into his lap so he could clench the roots of his hair with both fists as he doubled over.

  This had to be a nightmare. It was the only reasonable explanation for someone to say all those wonderfuckingful things, just for them to disappear. 

  His heart hurt and he blinked frantically to ward off the onslaught of water and sniffed to deter the tingle in his nose. 

  The unmistakable sound of his own little rat pack making their way towards the room wasn’t enough to get him to pull himself together.

  “Eddie, dude, are you okay?”

  Eddie recalled his final option, head shooting to glance around at their faces in search of one in particular. 

  “Byers. Where’s Byers?”

  “His mom picked him up after lunch, wasn’t feeling good,” Mike informed him, completely unaware his grand Valentine’s gesture for Jane had been the cause of his sudden illness. 

  It was the final straw for Eddie, he snatched the lunchbox and flowers and grumbled out, “Sessions canceled.”

  He must have looked pissed as none of them protested, probably having something to do with most of them having dates afterwards. 

  He almost made it out of the room when Gareth called him back, holding up a purple pen he’d found on the table and figured Eddie was about to forget.

  “Is this yours?”

  Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes. 

  “No.” Then he walked out.

  Before promptly storming back in, swiping the pen out of Gareth’s meaty hands. Eddie clicked the pen and scribbled furiously over the side of his fist until the ink finally ran. It wasn’t purple. The ink filler was pink.

  His secret admirer’s pen.

  “What a cruel parting gift,” he sighed, shoving the pen in his pocket before making his exit. Again.

  The really sad thing was Eddie couldn’t even sink into depression in the peace of his room. Emmy Switcher had approached Rick about wanting some herbal refreshments at her party and since he was still under house arrest (how Rick managed to deal and supply in his circumstances baffled him) the job fell upon Eddie. He’d driven to Rick’s restocked, then hit the party. 

  It was a horn fest, couples everywhere he looked. All heart-eyed and attached at the tongue. It was disgusting.

  Eddie was pouting, quietly fuming that it wasn’t him and his secret admirer making out or cuddling or doing something equally romantic but noooooo. Just had to take the ‘secret’ aspect to its extreme. 

  He banished himself to a dark corner, only interacting with people when approached for drugs or weed. He’d caught sight of Chrissy and it had looked like she wanted to come over but he’d purposely shifted his gaze. Despite the gaping hole left where his heart was, it wasn’t Chrissy or Tina, or the girl in the upstairs restroom, who’d thrown herself at him when he’d been searching for a free bathroom to piss in, that he wanted. Eddie wasn’t in the mood to rebound.

  Which was kind of crazy considering he hadn’t even been in a relationship, hadn’t been dumped. He wanted everything in that note, especially the promise of more and only with its author. 

  Now, Eddie hadn’t been in love before. Some serious lust and want, yeah, however, reading that note made him feel like he was falling a little bit in love and he wanted, very badly, to dive headfirst the rest of the way. Clearly, that wasn’t going to happen.

  Once he’d sold out the rest of Rick’s inventory, he stole a beer and headed for the front door. 

  Once outside, Eddie took a minute to breathe. He hadn’t realized how stuffy it had been in there until he was no longer engulfed by the claustrophobic displays of affection. 

  He trudged down the pathway and paused when he saw the figure of a girl sitting on the lawn. Her head was directed down towards the ground and she was most definitely not wearing the right clothes for the outside weather.

  Eddie cursed under his breath, plans to immediately drive home and get crossed put on hold as he walked over, noting the dew already coating the grass.

  “Hey, you okay?”

  ─

  Drinking your sorrows away probably wasn’t the best idea, considering how much of a lightweight you were. 

  Originally, you’d wanted to lock yourself away in your room for the night—and probably the rest of the weekend as well as maybe the next school week; nothing wrong with playing sick to avoid facing reality and your problems─to cry and pass out. Heather, on the other hand, had plans for you. She’d dolled you up, having to force you to wash your face and re-do your makeup once when you had started crying—put you in a cute outfit and dragged you to Emmy Switcher’s party. 

  You knew her intentions were pure—as pure as underage drinking could be—but she knew her mistake when the party started to couple up. You’d been approached multiple times and she’d try to encourage you to go for the decent acting ones, you just hadn’t wanted to. When Chrissy Cunningham showed up, you’d gone for shots of the hard liquor (over the sink of course in case you gagged it up, which you did a decent amount of), sure that Eddie would soon follow and you’d be forced to witness their affection.

  Obviously, you ended up shitfaced and somehow lost track of Heather. Or maybe she lost track of you. You’d very briefly attempted to find her, accidentally spotted Chrissy, now making eyes at Eddie who’d shown up, and you’d promptly headed outside, eager for some fresh air and an escape from the madhouse. The high alcohol level in your blood kept you from feeling how chilly it really was and you settled into the grass, twirling strands of it around your fingers.

  You weren’t sure how long you were out there when someone approached you.

  “Hey, you okay?”

  You looked up, ready to ask them to just leave you when you locked eyes with Eddie Munson. Most of the liquid courage coursing through your veins evaporated, you couldn’t look at him for long, gaze moving back to the grass. What a way to start sobering up.

  “I’m fine.”

  “You sure? ‘Cause,” Eddie sat down next to you, one leg crossed and his other, knee up with his arm resting over it. His unopened beer was at his side, “You’re outside, alone, in the cold and you look pretty fucking sad.”

  You scoffed, fingers still playing with the strands of grass as you tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t make you seem pathetic. In that time, Eddie took you in.

  He knew you, he’d seen you around school and you were nice enough to greet him. Pleasantries in passing. Pretty Hallway Girl, as you’d been dubbed—though never referred to as—until he knew your name. It had been the first one he had jotted down on his list for his secret admirer’s identity, of course he realized with your lack of interactions, it wasn’t likely. He entertained the idea of dating you often, you’d just never shown any real interest in him. Eddie thought about it a lot. Anytime he caught sight of you, really. Your pretty face didn’t make it easy for him to stop. He was a really, really big sucker for your eyes and that smile you’d give him during those brief interactions; like the two of you had some sort of secret between each other. Warmed him up inside.

  And here you were, all sad at a party. He didn’t really mind not getting crossed if it meant he got to comfort you, keep you company.

  “I’m just drunk,” you finally blurted out, unable to come up with anything else, “And bummed.” 

  Try devastated.

  “You look it,” he joked, nudging his shoulder against yours.

  “You don’t look that much better.” You shot back.

  “That’s fair,” he sighed, breath visible in the night air as he tilted his head back. “I’m pretty bummed, myself.”

  You really didn’t want to ask, figuring he’d already had some sort of lover’s quarrel with Chrissy and you didn’t want to get in the middle of it. 

  But you were an idiot, so you asked, “Why are you bummed?”

  You watched him dig around the pockets of his leather jacket, pulling out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out of the pack, clenching it in between his teeth as he shoved the pack back into the pocket before he shrugged off the jacket entirely—denim vest included—putting it around your shoulders.

  It caught you off guard but you were grateful, your body having decided to become once more susceptible to the chill of the air and dewy grass. Eddie must have been a freaking space heater because the lining inside was blissfully warm.

  “Thank you,” you mumbled, shimmying around in it until you could slip your arms into the long sleeves of it, your fingers barely poking past the hem.

  “You’re welcome,” he shrugged, flicking the lighter to life as he lit the cigarette. After he’d taken a drag, he answered you. 

  “Love,” Eddie blew out along with a wispy plume of smoke, “Didn’t expect it to be so complicated.”

  You wanted to mime the action of staking yourself in the heart. Of course he was in love with her. She was wonderful! And on top of that, he thought she’d been the one leaving him roses! Had he read the note? Assumed it was her, too? DUH! You were definitely playing sick next week.

  “Yeah, well. Join the club,” you grumbled, hugging his jacket around you. It was as close as you were ever gonna get to actually hugging him. 

  Eddie raised an eyebrow, hoping to school his disappointment. While he wasn’t looking for anyone else tonight, it was still displeasing to hear you were taken but of course you were. He couldn’t imagine you dating sporadically, you seemed much too wonderful for someone to even consider giving you up. No, he was gonna hurt himself with ideas involving you and a high school sweetheart stemming back to your freshman days, probably.

  “Ah, I see. Is he here?”

  You froze for a moment, “Uhm, yeah. He is.”

  “Then why come? Or did it happen in there?” He jabbed a thumb behind him, gesturing to the party inside.

  “No, it didn’t happen tonight, it was earlier. In the day. I didn’t really want to come but my best friend dragged me out here. I thought I was doing good, apparently not ‘cause here I am. I’m mostly bummed because of myself, though. I didn’t follow through on something I sort of promised myself and I messed everything up. For me. Not for him. I think he’s pretty happy, so I don’t want to ruin that. He deserves to be happy.”

  Eddie could tell you meant it, you were vague as hell but whatever you’d done, however it ended, you genuinely seemed to want your boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) to be happy. He hoped it wasn’t something you had to cave into for one of those meatheads. You deserved better than those jerks.

  “That’s pretty selfless of you if you ask me,” Eddie raised the cigarette to his lips, admiring you.

  “Eh, I guess. I fully plan on punishing myself for it, though. Really make sure to rub the salt in there, you know?” You finally turned to grin at him, despite the sinking feeling in your stomach.

  Eddie thought about how he couldn’t just stop going to school so he could avoid having to look at all the faces in the crowds and wonder if his admirer is one of them.

  “Oh, sweetheart, I’m right there with you.”

  Sweetheart. He really was trying to kill you.

  “Eddie, get your ass in there and make up with her.” You lightly slapped his arm and jabbed your finger in the direction of the house. You were not about to let your sacrifice be in vain and he’d better stop unknowingly torturing you like this.

  “I can’t!” He laughed, amused with your sudden bossy attitude.

  “Why not?” You whined, eager to just get him away from you. It wasn’t fair, he wasn’t being fair.

  “Because I have no idea who she is.”

  Once again you froze, eyes widening. Luckily for you, Eddie didn’t look too much into your reaction. He figured most people would be surprised over him nursing a heartbreak from someone he didn’t quite actually know, or was aware that he knew.

  “What?” You asked, trying to seem as uninterested as possible as you played with the ends of his jacket sleeves.

  “Fuck it. Someone left me roses all around the school and this really amazing love note.” For a moment, Eddie entertained the idea of trying to convey exactly what it meant to him, then he thought better of it. He’d either seem crazy, desperate or like some pathetic guy in love (which, he kind of was on the cusp of), “Pretty sure it was a girl.”

  Not a single dude in the high school was romantic enough to pull it off, maybe leave him an entire bouquet, but not expand upon it like she had.

  Eddie licked his lips, raising the cigarette to them once more and ready to admit that he had no fucking clue who she was, but he figured he might as well make one last rally.

  “Wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?”

  “Not me,” you lied flawlessly, with a gentle shake of your head. “Sorry, Eddie.”

  Sorry I’m a big liar because HOLY FUCKING SHIT, wasn’t expecting that. 

  “I figured. Still had to try, your boyfriend probably would have kicked my ass, though.” Yeah, Eddie hated Valentine’s Day.

  He stubbed the cigarette out into the wet grass, and laid the rest of the way down, hands covering his eyes as the back of his head met the ground.

  You frowned down at him. 

  “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

  Hello. 

  Eddie peaked at you through his fingers, “No?”

  You shook your head and as Eddie moved to push himself back up, he yelped.

  He shifted onto his side, digging around his pocket for whatever it was that stabbed him.

  “Ouch,” He hissed, yanking the purple pen out. “Damn, that hurt like a bitch.” 

  Your eyes squinted at it in suspicion.

  “Is that my pen?”

  “Huh?”

  “My favorite—and pricey—pen. I lost it at school today.” In fact, you were sure you had and you were sure that was your pen. You’d broken off the clip of it by accident and you recognized the large crack in the body of it, having once given into an intrusive thought regarding whether or not you had the strength to break it while you were bored in class. You did have the strength and luckily for you, it still worked. 

  When Eddie made no move to give your pen back, you figured he didn’t believe you so you added, “The ink is pink, right?”

  Eddie continued to stare at you, mouth slightly parted in awe, and you suddenly felt very nervous, glancing behind you to see if there was something that caught his attention but all you could see were the empty lawns.

  “What?” 

  He finally blinked, licking his lips again. 

  “You’re a really good liar.”

  “What?” You repeated, this time your question was laced more so with confusion than panic. He was right, but why was he saying that?

  His lips slowly parted up at the corners until he was grinning at you so wide, his dimples were showing and you could feel your heart beating wildly against your rib cage, as if it was trying to break free to fly right over to him.

  “This is your pen?”

  “Yes!” Is that what his happiness was about? That he was holding your prized pen hostage?

  “This is your pen?” You could tell he was having fun at your expense now, getting more giddy by the minute.

  “Yes!” You laughed out, his joy contagious even if he was teasing you with your own belongings. “That is my pen. Give me my pen!”

  He clicked it closed with his thumb, “I found it where we hold Hellfire sessions, same pen that was used to write my love note.”

  And just like that, your heartbeat seemed to stop all together, smile dropping instantly as you wished a giant hole could form in the ground below you and swallow you up.

  “That’s not my pen,” you denied, shrugging off his jacket as you quickly rose to your feet. “I gotta go, bye, Eddie.”

  When you saw him starting to hastily rise, you bolted, literally running back into the house to try to find Heather and get the hell out of there.

  You heard Eddie frantically calling your name but you didn’t stop, forcing your way through the bodies as you desperately searched for your best friend.

  Luck was finally on your side because you were soon smashed into her back by a passing group.

  “Whoa,” she laughed, turning to steady you, “There you are, I’ve been searching for you everywh—hey, what’s wrong?”

  You were sure she must have noticed the panic on your face, eyes shiny with tears you refused to let fall in public. 

  “I wanna go home, we have to leave.” You grabbed her hand, pulling her into a secluded corner as your head darted in the direction of the front door. You wanted to make a run for it but you feared running into Eddie on the way.

  “What happened?” Heather asked, voice initially soft before hardening as her protective nature came out, “Did someone do something?” 

  You shook your head, chest heaving with your breaths. You were so close to having a panic attack. 

  “Eddie. He knows. He knows, Heather.” And because she was your best friend, she understood, mouth and eyes going wide.

  “Holy crap. Wait—isn’t this what you wanted?” 

  “No—yes—I don’t know! I can’t face him!” There was a reason you hadn’t written your name down on the note, regardless of how badly you wanted to. You were just scared.

  “Why not?” She bent down, leaned in closer to hear you. This girl and her twenty questions.

  “It doesn’t matter, he didn’t want it to be me, anyways. He would’ve asked earlier, and he only did it now because of that stupid pen!” You should have kept your mouth shut and just gone to buy another over the weekend, “Can we just please get out of here? We can try the side gate in the backyard.”

  “Is Eddie looking for you?”

  “Yes, that’s why we have to leave!” Whatever Eddie had to say, you didn’t want to hear it. Yeah, maybe he could want you but if he didn’t, was searching for you to let you down gently you’d be heartbroken. 

  “He knows and you don’t think he wanted it to be you?”

  “Yes!”

  “Then why would he be looking for you?”

  You refused to answer her, pushing her towards the back door instead. She went willingly for a few steps, then Heather stopped and you bumped into her back again as she craned her neck to look over her shoulder. 

  “I think it's too late for that.” She pointed at something behind you and you followed her finger. 

  Eddie was standing on top of the kitchen table a bunch of guys had carried into the living room to play beer pong on, eyes searching the room with his lips set in a frown.

  He was attracting attention, a multitude of heads turning to peer up at him in curiosity.

  Oh, god. He was looking for you, you were probably going to get rejected at a fucking Valentine’s Day party in some stranger’s living room.

  Eddie must have caught the attention of someone near the sound system because the volume of the music was lowered and you could hear everyone muttering amongst themselves, asking what had happened to the music before they noticed Eddie.

  He glanced around, not even a little nervous at the amount of people staring at him. He hadn’t planned on making a huge show of it, figured they were all too drunk to pay him any attention, luckily he was used to being a spectacle. 

  Eddie used it to his advantage, calling out your full name.

  The crowd muttered, everyone looking at each other in confusion or maybe trying to catch sight of you. 

  It wasn’t long before someone recognized you, head turning in your direction, followed by many more—a domino effect—until just about everyone was staring at you, including Eddie.

  He hopped off the table and made his way towards you, crowd parting to allow him. Heather slipped her hand into yours at your side, giving you a reassuring squeeze before she too stepped away, leaving you to finally face Eddie.

  Eddie didn’t look at anyone else, gaze trained solely on you.

  “Hi, again.”

  You blinked, unable to keep yourself from glancing at the crowd around you, curious—nosey—to see what would happen next.

  Guess you were going to have to finally face reality, no more running. You didn’t think you could break through the crowd, anyways.

  “Hi,” you whispered but you knew Eddie had heard you, his lips pursed into a smile, eyes lighting up when you didn’t shut down.

  “You ran away before I could tell you how I feel.” Eddie took another step, pretty much invading your personal space but he was desperate to be close to you and maybe body block you in case you tried to flee. He didn’t want you to run away again, to disappear like he feared you had when you hadn’t left your name on the note.

  “It’s only fair right? Since I know?”

  You nodded again, the drum of your heartbeat loud in your ears. You were surprised you could hear Eddie over it.

  Eddie stared down at you, lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn’t look upset or frustrated. It looked like he was thinking about something.

  Little did you know he was reciting the note in his head to give him some courage, he’d memorized it.

  He didn’t leave you waiting for long. 

  “I admire you. A lot.” Your breath hitched as the words you’d jotted down were repeated to you, “So much that I want to stand on expensive looking, antique tables and crash parties for you. I like the way you get animated when you talk, the way you give into your intrusive thoughts at the most random of times—yeah, I saw you trying to see if your finger fit in the pencil sharpener in the library once—I like how kind you are, even when people don’t deserve it. 

  “I like how you’ve never made me feel ostracized, never made anybody feel like that and I like how dramatic you are—storming off, making an exit, falling flat on your face in hallways then staying there like a dead body before you decide to reanimate again once you’re done being embarrassed. I like how you beat up your locker when it won’t open and then you give it a couple of pats to apologize once it finally does.”

  Eddie chuckled at those particular memories, having been thoroughly amused when watching you and you feel your face get hot at being the cause of his cute laugh.

  “And I really like your face, your pretty eyes, all of this,” Eddie gestured to you, to all of you from head to toe, “… you’re beautiful. Although, I gotta say, you drove me really fucking crazy today. Made me feel emotions I didn’t know I was capable of feeling and you scared the shit out of me when I thought I’d never get to know who the person I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with is.”

  Okay, maybe you didn’t want the ground to swallow you whole.

  “I know we only have a couple of months left of school and you’re probably going off to continue being amazing at some college in some big city a million miles away—‘cause that’s my luck—but I’m willing to work with that. I want to drive those million miles to give you flowers and hold your hand, kiss you, listen to you complain about your bad days, hear you brag about your good ones, kill all the bugs you’re afraid of—even though some of them freak me out, you make me feel brave, too—and just be all around disgustingly domestic with you. 

  “And yes, that includes all the not so fun domestic stuff like fights—which we’ll get over, I’ll do just about anything, even cave first, if you give me those big, coy eyes of yours—and taxes. I want to do it all with you. If you’ll have me.” Eddie ended, eyes wide and just a little out of breath. 

  There it was. He’d thrown it all out there, everything he wanted to offer (because he wanted to give you everything, even though it kind of terrified him).

  And you—you were just staring at him, left to gape at him since you’d expected… well, you hadn’t really known what to expect since you usually ran from the consequences—be they good or bad—of your actions. 

  He wanted to be with you. Holy crap, Eddie Munson wanted to be your boyfriend. Wanted to do boyfriend things like visit you at college and hold your hand. You’d thought, the whole time, it had just been you observing him. You never thought he’d be observing you, too. It all sounded too good to be true, you couldn’t really think, couldn’t really form words.

  You didn’t have to, Eddie grew anxious, maybe even a little impatient despite having decided the moment you’d run away from him in the front yard that he’d chase after you for as long as it took him to get you to give him a chance.

  He found himself blurting out his strongest desire, “Can I kiss you?”

  This was it, you were faced with another opportunity, and this one was the actual last opportunity you had to tell him how you feel, without any anonymity. No more hiding, no more running.

  “Yeah,” you breathed out and he was on you before you’d even finished saying that singular word, his surprisingly soft lips pressing desperately against yours as his hands moved to frame your face, one of his thumbs stroking along your cheek.

  Your eyelids fluttered shut as you returned the kiss and just like that, what he intended to be a simple but firm kiss, turned into your lips moving against each other, a little wet and enough to have Eddie want to pop his leg up like in the fucking movies.

  The only reason he kept himself from introducing his tongue to yours like he so badly wanted to was the sounds of encouragement around him; cheering and hollering. You broke away, having also heard your peers whooping and wolf whistling, to hide your face in his chest, bashfulness returning full force.

  Eddie laughed and kissed the top of your head, unable to contain his grin and joy. He definitely wasn’t used to this, more accustomed to jeering, not cheering. A couple of people even clapped him on the shoulder.

  “You know what, I think they’re rooting for us, sweetheart.”

  You pulled away just enough to look up at him, offering a small, pleased smile of your own.

  “They’re not the only ones.”

  Well, he had to give you some tongue for that one. The cheering and sounds of excitement got louder as he did.

— 

You hadn’t walked into school hand in hand with Eddie when Monday came around—though you’d spent pretty much the entire weekend with him, driving around town, lounging around your room (he’d come in through your window) and making out—he hadn’t mentioned anything about meeting up in the parking lot and you weren’t offended in the slightest. While you wanted to see him, you appreciated the extra time to calm your excited nerves before you did. 

  Heather ran up to you the second you made it to your locker, grin stretching from ear to ear. 

  “I still can’t believe it. It didn’t even happen to me and I’m pinching myself because of how romantic it was!”

  “Imagine how I feel,” You were all smiles as you turned the combination for your locker. But of course, since it was openly known as one of, if not, the shittiest of lockers in the school—having belonged to several wrestlers and football players before you, who’d evidently cared for it on the rough side—it didn't budge when you tugged at it.

  You wouldn’t miss it when you graduated. 

  With a sigh, you pulled the straps of your backpack off of your shoulders and handed it to Heather. Then, you yanked aggressively at the small locker handle. It was your routine though, so you knew it wouldn’t open then, either. It was only when you slammed your fist against it, after all the yanking, that it opened.

  Roses immediately flooded out of it, piling onto the ground at your feet. You and Heather watched with open mouths, glancing at passersby, who also looked on in surprise, until your stuffed locker finally finished its floral avalanche.

  “Like ‘em?”

  You jumped up, and then internally scolded yourself for almost trampling a couple of your flowers. You carefully twisted around to face Eddie, who was leaning back against the row of lockers behind you, smug smirk on his handsome face.

  “Yeah, what are all of these for?” You asked, still marveling at them as he pushed himself off the lockers to wrap his arms around your middle and press a kiss to the side of your head.

  “I realized I never got to ask you to be my Valentine or give you flowers. So, I bought some Saturday morning,” They were on sale so he’d gone purposely overboard, “used my uncle’s collection of mugs as vases to keep them alive, then woke up at the asscrack of dawn this morning to get here before you did. I probably broke your locker even more, by the way. So, be my Valentine?”

“I’m pretty sure it was part of the terms and agreements of our relationship, but yes. I’ll be your Valentine.”

Eddie closed your locker for you, pressing his weight against it to make sure it was secure and no more roses would escape before he scooped up the ones that had fallen out, arranging them into a large bouquet which he handed to you, leaning in to give you a kiss.

  You hummed happily against his lips, nose wrinkling in glee when you felt him smile.

  Eddie let out a content sigh when you parted before glancing to his side at your gawking best friend.

  “Hey, Heather.” Eddie wasn’t at all bothered by the audience. “Nice shoes.”

  “Thanks! They’re new. You done sucking face?”

  “For now,” he promised, then turned his attention back to you. “I’ll see you later, beautiful. I’ve got a test to barely pass. Gotta make sure I walk that stage with you.”

  Eddie pinched your cheek, pressed another kiss to your forehead and rushed off down the hall. You’d barely locked eyes with Heather when Eddie came running back, taking your face in his hands as he muttered something about one more and gave you a kiss that had you a little shaky on your feet.

  ‘One more’ actually turned out to mean a couple more pecks before he really forced himself away, blowing you a kiss just as he disappeared around the corner.

  “He’s whipped,” Heather stated.

  “Pretty sure I’m falling in love with him.”

  “That’s appropriate.” You both nodded before you turned to face your closed locker, arms full of sweet smelling roses. 

  “. . .  You still need to get your books, don’t you?”

  “Yeah.”

  Heather slid her arms through the straps of your backpack, over her front, so she could hold your flowers for you as you prepared to battle your locker again. It was totally worth it.

—

  Eddie never ended up giving you your pen back, it’s the one he used to write love letters to you while you were away at college.  

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x secret admirer!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader angst #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things vol 1 #stranger things vol 2 #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn x reader #queenimmadolla #masterlist

[pinkeoni]

Oh. “Zombie Boy” is a homophobic nickname

I guess this should’ve been pretty obvious. I mean, Will is a confirmed gay character, who is walking around town and having a mean nickname constantly hurled at him. Clearly there is some queercoding in that.

But does that mean that the nickname is homophobic in universe? If that were the case, why not just call him homophobic slurs in the first place?

The nickname Zombie Boy always was kind of strange to me as well. Why make fun of a kid for coming back to life? Wouldn’t that be a cool thing? Maybe it’s a little odd, but why be so mean about it?

Unless it’s not the only thing they’re making fun of him for

TW for discussion of rape below cut

To understand the intent behind the Zombie Boy nickname, we need to go back to Will’s dissapearance in season one. Our boy Troy lays it out pretty plainly what everyone in town thinks happened to Will.

Not just that Will was killed, but clarified as “killed by some other queer.” The emphasis on sexuality adding an implication to his statement. What Troy is really trying to say is that Will was raped and then killed by a gay man, otherwise why bring up sexuality at all?

And to be fair to Troy, that is kind of what happened.

But of course the town doesn’t know this. The story that was told is that Will only got lost in the woods. That was the story published in the Hawkins Post, so that’s what everyone believes, right?

This is the version of events that Lucas tells Max, and he is immediately met with skepticism from her. Lucas then tells Max not to ask Will about it because he’s very sensitive about it.

I’m not saying that the town believes that there is something supernatural going on, but rather I’m thinking that the people of Hawkins at least suspect that there is something about Will’s disappearance that is not being talked about openly. Let’s not forget that the “Zombie Boy” note that Will receives in his locker is a desecration of the news article sharing his story.

So here’s what the town initially believed happened: Will was kidnapped and raped by a gay man before being thrown into the quarry.

And here’s what the town knows: Will went missing and was found in the woods before being hospitalized. He is very sensitive about the topic and doesn’t like to talk about it. After being released from the hospital, he is now occasionally pulled out of school early for doctor’s appointments—

Oh.

I mean, it is any coincidence that all of this is happening while Reagan’s name is plastered all over town? Is it just a coincidence that the anniversary of Will’s disappearance falls right on Reagan’s reelection day?

And just to cut through all the shit and stop being vague, I’m talking about the AIDS epidemic of the 80’s, and yes I think that part of the town believes that Will has it.

I recently read a post from @emblazons that struck me with just how laden the AIDS metaphor is in season. To quote the post as best I can, there is something described like a disease attacking Will’s body and slowly killing him, and the Reagan administration government scientists are trying their best to prevent the truth from spreading and view the possible death of a queer person as a non-issue.

Starting to think about it through this lens, a “zombie” is the perfect metaphor for how Hawkins now views Will. He isn’t technically dead, but they suspect he has a disease with an incredibly low life-expectancy at the time, so he’s essentially a walking corpse.

The nickname doesn’t start and end at simply making fun of Will for having a disease. What do zombies do? They try to bite and turn other people into zombies.

The town doesn’t just see Will as someone who has been infected by someone else with an illness, but as someone who has been infected and is going to spread his illness around.

The rhetoric regarding queers as people who spread disease and kill continues in season 4, when we see Eddie reading the article that links sodomy with satanic practices, violence and murder. We then go on to see the entire town blame Eddie and his group of “satanic” outcasts for spreading death in the town. This attitude is certainly not lost on Hawkins, and the show doesn’t shy away from showing it.

The way that characters in the show use and react to Zombie Boy match this as well. There is a certain level of vitriol that comes with Zombie Boy, and the nickname is what leads Jonathan and Will into their extremely coded conversation about being a freak.

If Zombie Boy is an intentionally homophobic nickname, then does that mean that in this scene she's actually saying...?

So I actually don’t think that Snowball Girl is being intentionally homophobic here (although, saying what is essentially “Hey f*****, wanna dance?” is still CRAZY)

I think it’s less realistic if the entire town is in on this conspiracy and more believable if say, the nickname was started intentionally as a homophobic jab by some of the townsfolk, but is ambiguous enough to be picked up by more naïve kids like Snowball Girl who may not realize the actual meaning behind it. It may seem like it’s only about his ressurection on the surface, but when you peel back the layers you see just how offensive it really is.

Using a vague nickname is also very intentional by the Duffers as well. If they wanted to be subtle about Will’s sexuality before later confirming it, then having a more ambiguous moniker rather than just having the entire town call him an evil queer.

Even if the town really is just making fun of him for coming back to life and nothing else, and there isn’t actually this rampant rumor spreading across Hawkins about Will spreading disease, the heavy coding and intention from the writers is still be there.

#also not mentioned but note: those girls staring at Will as he is leaving for his doctors appointment #even if it is purely metaphor #its still a metaphor for homophobia! #will byers #stranger things #byler #<- target audience #tw rape

[iliaclwrites]

Ok I have to be honest I am a sucker for scenarios where Jason has a crush on y/n but she's dating Eddie. Eddie getting to rub it in jasons face is just so satisfying. Idk maybe I just really love Eddie and really hate Jason. Soooo I was wondering if I could request that. Maybe Jason is always flirting with her and Eddie is finally just like “fuck it” and kisses her right in front of him?

Tysm I'm in love with your writing btw ❤️❤️❤️

You were sitting with your friends on the lunch table, when you felt a heavy hand land on your shoulder. You look up, already starting to smile at the idea it was Eddie, only to come face to face with Jason Carver. The smile freezes. "Oh. Uh. Hi, Jason," you said, and took a sip of your CapriSun to cover your awkwardness. "What can I do for you?"

He smiled at you, and you swallowed thickly. "Well," he said, shifting his weight. "It's the big game tonight, and I was wondering if you'd like an invite to the afterparty. It's at mine."

You blinked. "What, on a Tuesday?"

"Um." He stared at you. "Yeah?"

You bit your lip. "I dunno, Jason. It's a schoolnight. I've got plans, too," you added. "I've got to do homework. Yeah." You nodded twice. "Mrs. Bryce is on my ass. Maybe next time, then?"

"Definitely next time," Jason responded, and winked at you. "Just you and me, I promise." When he left, your friends closed ranks around you, howling at what had just happened. You caught Eddie's eyes above their heads -- he was watching you, chin in his hand.

"What was that all about," he asked, walking you out of the cafeteria. "Jason wanted to recruit you to his Bible study, or something?" He tucked you hair behind your ear and twisted so he was leaning against a locker, watching you fumble.

"I think," you said slowly, piecing together the encounter in your brain, "he asked me out."

Eddie slipped against the locker. "What, like a date?"

"No, like a multi-level marketing scheme," you retorted, and flipped your hair over your shoulder. "Yes, like a date, Eddie." He crowed, punching a fist in the air. "Uh. That's not the reaction I was expecting."

Eddie grinned, pulling you into his arms. "That asshole has been a stick up my ass for almost my whole life," he exclaimed. "Finally I have the high ground."

You looked at him drily. "What am I, chattel?"

He cooed, pressing your cheeks together between his palms. "Just the prettiest chattel this side of the Mississippi, babygirl." He snuck a kiss from you. "Aw, princess. This made my week. Nothing could make this better."

--

"Okay," Eddie huffed against your mouth as he pressed you up against the hood of your car, "this could definitely make my week better. Get my lawyer to scratch that from my record."

"Oh my god," you muttered, pulling him between your legs. "Literally, shut up."

"Shutting up."

Eddie threaded his hands through your hair, tugging it gently until your mouth opened against his, sticking his hands in the pockets of your jeans and grabbing. "Eddie!" you gasped, wrenching your head back. "Quit it, we're in school."

"Mmm," he mumbled, nosing at your neck. "It's technically after hours." That was true. You were picking him up from Hellfire, taking him back to yours for dinner with your parents, like you did every Tuesday night. "Is a school still a school if it's not operating as a school?"

"I dropped AP Philosophy," you whispered, entirely too focused on how his hands were snaking up your back. "So I have no idea."

"I don't really care," Eddie agreed, "but we can totally have a Socratic debate about it la-aaaaah the fuck?"

He was hauled away from you by his collar, arms flailing at his assailant. Jason. "The fuck are you doing here, freak?" Jason spat, before turning to look at you. "Hey. Is he bothering you?"

"Uh," you said, intelligently. "No?"

Jason blinked. "Wh-- you? What are you doing here?" he asked you, staring. "I thought you said you had to do homework?"

"Hi," Eddie said, dangling from Jason’s iron grip. "I'm homework."

#eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #jason carver x reader #lol

[elvensorceress]

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They’ve technically seen each other naked many times. Between several rounds of living together, years of sharing a locker and shower room while working together, not to mention all the times they helped each other through serious injuries and horrible days, it’s many many times. 

But it wasn’t like this. Baring themselves so there’s nothing in between them anymore. Making themselves defenseless and vulnerable because they’re safe with each other, because they want to be closer than they ever have been. 

Eddie doesn’t know if he’s ever dropped all defenses and broken down every wall and let someone into his fortress tower where he won’t run and won’t hide. But he would for Buck. He trusts Buck with his whole life.

His heart and soul have been screaming for so long that Buck is their match, his most perfect complement, his long-needed partner. What is there that Eddie wouldn’t give to him? He knows it would be safe and protected. He knows Buck would treasure and adore and give everything of himself in return. 

So, Buck has technically seen him naked, more naked than this many times. But he still looks at Eddie as if he’s never seen daylight and Eddie somehow just made the sun rise. 

Eddie takes a step toward him and rests his hand against Buck’s scruffy cheek, gently cradling and stroking just to feel how he feels. He's so beautiful and strong, hard and soft, emotional, loving, handsome, imperfect but perfect and everything in between. 

He makes the sun rise for Eddie, too. 

Eddie motions for Buck to move backward, which he hurriedly does, scooting himself into the middle of their bed. Eddie puts one knee on the mattress with the intention of slipping into his spot on the bed beside him, but then decides he’s had more than enough distance and follows Buck until he can climb on top of him instead with his thighs on either side of Buck’s hips. 

He loves Buck between his legs. He’s decided. It’s a very good thing. It’s so intimate and Eddie can keep him and he can even rock back and forth and rub them together and feel Buck twitching and pressing low against his body where he’s never let anyone touch him. Where it makes burning aching throbbing pulse deep within him and he knows he would feel it right there were he able to have Buck inside him. 

God, he wants Buck inside him. He wants Buck to be his and his alone forever. He wants to take everything of him and make it irrevocably part of himself where he never has to be without and Buck never has to feel unwanted or like he’s too much. And they can always be together, a united team never meant to be apart. 

Eddie slowly settles on top of him, their thighs, abdomens, and chests finally pressing together and matching up with nothing in between them. Nothing but soothing, immersive heaven of skin against skin. Buck holds him, runs his hands all over Eddie’s back and sides and shoulders, and Eddie could easily dissolve into a puddle and never return to solid form. 

Feeling this, having this makes him so warm. It reaches into him and erases an ache he’s carried maybe his whole life. The longing for a partner. The wish to never be abandoned and alone. The dream of vibrant, unquestionable, devoted. His perfect loving sunshine. 

Has anything ever felt as good as being this close to Buck? Eddie can’t think of anything. He can’t imagine anything else. Nothing has ever graced his body with gentleness like this, nothing with this much affection. He’s covered in unassailable armor but it’s soft, gentle, careful clouds of silk that feel nothing like bullets or fists or judgement or panic.

He strokes both hands through Buck’s hair and beautiful blue eyes flutter closed as Buck tips his head and leans into the touches. He finds Eddie’s thighs and then hips and then holds onto his lower back as he shifts and tenses and seems like he’s holding back from arching into Eddie and thrusting their bodies together. 

Eddie doesn’t want him to hold back. Eddie wants to feel him. All of him.

He didn’t really take the time to look there. But holy fucking god, can he feel how hard Buck is already. He can feel how badly Buck wants. He’s massively long and thick, all bulging, straining heat but solid, adamantine, diamond steel, and pressing almost exactly where Eddie could have him. 

Eddie needs to have him, wants him where he can possess and protect, and revel in how good they are together. 

#buddie #buddie wip #jenwyn wip #fic: unless you ask me to #911

[bornonthesavage]

Tell Me "Don't", So I Can Crawl Back In Part 3

Part 2 Part 4

The problem was, Steve decided, it was incredibly difficult to make friends as an adult. And while Steve was technically still in high school, everyone around him already had their cliques. In a small town like Hawkins, they’d established their friend groups by the fourth grade. So what was a person to do when they suddenly realized all their friends sucked and had a pretty spectacular falling out?

The last time he’d made friends had been in elementary school, with Tommy and Carol. And it had been so easy back then. All he’d had to do was run up to them during recess, ask to join their kickball team, and that was that. Besties for life. Or at least he’d thought. Clearly that hadn’t worked out.

But now, there were no kickball teams. Only tables filled with judgement glares and whispers behind his back. Which, he didn’t care. He didn’t. They were all assholes, and he didn’t want to be one of them anymore.

And it wasn’t as if he’d avoided judgment by joining Eddie’s table. Oh no. Whoever said nerds weren’t judgmental had never met the Hellfire crowd. It had been pretty awkward to sit there and act natural while six pairs of eyes tried to glare him into dust. But miraculously, Eddie hadn’t seemed put off by his sudden appearance. Confused, sure. Suspicious? Definitely. But he’d let Steve sit and had even joked with him. It was a good start.

Steve wasn’t naïve enough to think that hanging out with him during lunch meant they were friends, though. It was way more likely that Eddie was just taking pity on him. Which, yeah, that was a hit to Steve’s ego. A nerd, taking pity on him. But then that was just the old King Steve talking. He wasn’t that person anymore. He wasn’t better than Eddie or his friends.

He just had to be consistent. Prove that he wasn’t doing anything shady. So on the day after he sat with Hellfire, when he spotted Eddie at his locker, he made a beeline right for him.

“Hey Munson.”

Eddie jolted slightly, whipping his head around to give Steve a wide-eyed stare. He had nice eyes. Big and brown. “Oh, uh, hey Harrington. What’s up?”

“Not much,” he said, leaning against the locker. “Just killing time before I have to go to class. What do you have first period?”

“Uh.” Eddie still looked unsure. “I have Ms. Joans for Biology.”

“Oh, cool. She wasn’t too bad when I had her.”

“Nah, she’s okay. More fair than some of the other teachers in this shit hole.”

Steve tilted his head. “Do the teachers give you a hard time?”

Eddie gave him and unimpressed look. “I’m a second-year senior who doesn’t do well with authority. What do you think?”

“You should take a note out my book. Just add on some charm and you can have these teachers eating out of the palm of your hand.”

“You know, Steve, not all of us can just turn on that Harrington charm,” he said, slamming his locker shut. “Poor trailer trash like me have to actually put effort into our work.”

Steve bristled. “Hey, I put in effort.”

Eddie began to walk, and Steve had to rush to keep up with him. “I never said you didn’t. But some people have to do more, just to get equal treatment. That doesn’t take anything away from you, it’s just the facts of life.”

Huh. He’d never actually considered that before. Which, again, said a lot about him. At least Eddie didn’t look upset, just exasperated.

“Sorry,” he said, nudging his elbow into Eddie’s arm. “You’re right. I don’t always think about things as deeply as I should.”

That made Eddie stop. They were in the middle of the hall now, forcing other students to move around them. Eddie looked Steve over.

“You say sorry a lot, you know that?”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Steve ducked his head. “I guess I’m just trying to make up for all the times I didn’t.”

Eddie seemed to consider him. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”

The bell rang then, and all around them teens began to rush off to class.

“So, I’ll see you at lunch?” Steve asked.

For some reason, Eddie looked surprised. “Careful, Steve. If you hang out with the freaks, people will start to think you’re one of us.”

“Yeah, well, there are worse things to be.”

Eddie’s mouth fell open and his large eyes grew even rounder. Before he could respond, Steve turned and strode away. He glanced back, only once, and found Eddie still looking after him. Steve waved, just a little wiggle of his fingers, but Eddie didn’t return it. He just stared.

It was fine. This whole friendship thing was going to take time. And now, Steve was committed. Admittedly, he wasn’t great at making decisions. But once he did decide on something, he followed through. And now that his mind was set on befriending Eddie Munson, he wasn’t going to stop until it happened.

It was a strange choice, he knew that. At first glance, Eddie wasn’t the obvious choice for a friend. He was weird, and loud, and a little bit off-putting. But for Steve, that was exactly why it made sense. Because while Eddie was by no means popular, he also wasn’t a dweeb or a pushover. Eddie was cool in his own way. Among his friends, it was clear that he was the leader of their little group of weirdos. There was an air of authority around him, an easy confidence that most people could only dream about. Eddie was unapologetically himself, and he wasn’t afraid put himself out there, even in front of the popular kids.

Steve knew, because he’d been on the other side for the last three and a half years. Eddie never backed down when confronted by someone, not even if it seemed as if that person could do him some serious damage. It was why, for the last couple years, people tended to stay away from Eddie Munson. Sure, they still bullied his friends when he wasn’t around and made passing remarks, but it was a common consensus among those in the know that it wasn’t worth it to go after the man himself. It was how he got away with talking so much shit without getting his ass beat.

Steve had heard all sort of crazy rumors, but everyone had their reasons to stay away. For some, it was the drugs. Eddie was the only accessible drug dealer to the teen population of Hawkins. So, if you kicked his ass, there went your party supply. For others, it was because they said Eddie was dangerous. One rumor said he’d gotten into a fight with a biker gang outside the local dive bar. Apparently, he’d put two huge dudes into the hospital. According to others, Eddie had stabbed a kid during P.E. just for looking at him wrong. So yeah, Eddie wasn’t popular, but he wasn’t an easy target either.

Now, all Steve had to do was work his way into Eddie’s group. To do that, he’d have to hang out with him more than at lunch. The easiest way to do that was to have a common interest. All he really knew about him so far was that he liked D&D, but there was no way he was joining that. He still had some standards.

He’d just settled into his chair at the back of first period English when an idea occurred to him. Maybe making a new friend wasn’t so different from trying to get a girl to like him. In both cases, he needed to find an in that would get the other person to want to spend more time with him. To impress them enough that he could become a permanent fixture in their life. Granted, the end goal was slightly different, but only by a little. So maybe, all he had to do was treat Eddie like one of his potential conquests. Only, you know, without the kissing. And touching. And… you know.

So far, he’d already completed the first step. He was on Eddie’s radar. They were talking, and he had plenty of excuses to continue. The next step was getting him to hang out when they weren’t in school. What did people ask friends to do? He’d have to brainstorm. The only problem was, when was he going to ask him? It couldn’t be at lunch. There was nothing worse than asking someone to hang out with a whole audience watching. Especially when a) said audience didn’t like you, and b) you weren’t asking them to hang out as well. It wasn’t that he was opposed to hanging out with the others. But maybe he could work up to that. It was best to start with Eddie.

And who knows, it was probably a good idea to have Eddie in his corner for the next time someone inevitably decided to rock his shit. If the rumors were true, Eddie was a little bit of a secret bad ass. Hell, he probably fought rough and dirty. Yeah, Steve was feeling pretty good about his choice.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #Steve: Oh Eddie is so dangerous and mysterious #He's probably been in so many fights #Eddie: Please don't look at me like that or I'll get anxiety

[sweetyyhippyy]

Mutual Feelings. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *FLUFF*

(Not my pictures. Just my edit.)

Summary: Eddie wants to ask his crush out on a date, but his nerves get the best of him. Little does he know that she wants to ask him out too. 

TW: idiots in love? embarrassment. cursing.

Word Count: 1.3k

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Today was going to be the day.

He was finally going to do it.

He was going to finally talk to her.

Well, technically he had already talked to her, multiple times actually, but nothing ever personal. Eddie wanted to know everything about her; her favorite color, food, animal, everything.

The two of them had 2nd period world history together, their desks side by side for the past 4 weeks. Any paired assignment they had in class automatically made them partners, which is how Eddie found himself completely enamored with her.

Each day she would walk into class and smile at him as she passed by his desk to get to hers. A cute, warm little “good morning, Eddie.” Would make his ears perk up like a dog and his heart flutter fast.

She was so far out of his league, and he knew that. But he had to try talking to her outside of class, even if it killed him.

Today he decided not to sit at his usual spot in the cafeteria. Instead he walked out of the cafeteria to where some people ate outside, knowing that’s where she was.

It didn’t take long for him to spot her sitting at one of the tables outside with her friends, laughing and giggling together.

He walks to the table, holding his head high, a pep in his step and confidence coursing through his veins.

One of her friends makes eye contact with Eddie, motioning her head toward him, and like a punch to the gut, all of his confidence exits his body.

He reaches the table, his mouth opening and no words coming out of it.

She turns around, an instant gleaming smile plastered on her face. “Hey, Eddie.”

“H-hey.” He stutters, running at the back of his head nervously.

Between the silence and her friends giving strange looks to her and Eddie, his skin was crawling.

Any planned out conversation he had in his head (or the conversation he practiced in the mirror that morning) was long gone and all there was playing in his head was elevator music.

“Um, are you okay? You look sick.” She furrows her brows in worry.

“Y-y-yeah totally fine. I’m fine. I um…” His chocolate eyes widen at the awkward atmosphere he was putting out. “I gotta go.” He walks in the opposite direction, cursing himself out along the way.

“What the fuck was that, you stupid idiot. You can talk to her about fucking world history, but not tell her hi.” He grumbles to himself, stomping into the cafeteria and plopping himself at the table with the rest of his friends, not saying a word to them. He crosses his arms across his chest, much like a toddler who didn’t get their way.

“Lemme guess, you didn’t talk to her?” Gareth teases, a shit eating grin on his face.

Eddie raises an eyebrow at him, his jaw clenched tight. “Not. A. Fucking. Word.”

***

Eddie roamed the halls with the hall pass balled up in his hand, his “quick” bathroom run turning into an adventure around the school. He turns the corner to go down one hallway and spots her at her locker, her back turned toward him.

“Fuck, fuck.” Eddie stops dead in his tracks, his legs going numb and his knees trembling. Even if he wanted to move, he couldn’t.

In one swift motion, she shuts her locker and turns to walk toward Eddie, not yet registering that he was practically a statue just a few feet from her while she opens the folder in her hand to fish something out.

“Move you jackass.” Eddie thinks to himself, but it’s too late.

Finally she looks up, her eyes widening in surprise first before a smile blossoms. “Hey you.” She stops in front of him, fixing her hair nonchalantly. “Whatcha doing?”

“I um, I had to use the bathroom.” He nervously points toward the bathrooms behind her, even though he has already gone.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She giggles. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you on your quest. I’ll let you get going.”

“No. Talk to her, you pussy. Tell her she looks nice.” Eddie clears his throat nervously, trying to figure out how to spit the words out.

“Eddie?” She furrows her brows in concern.

“Yeah, yeah.” His voice cracks, much like a boy going through puberty and making himself look like a fool in front of her. Eddie sighs and storms off toward the bathroom, pushing the door open harshly.

She stands in the hallway by herself, an annoyed sigh leaning her lips. She wasn’t annoyed with Eddie, but with herself.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you on your quest.” She inmates herself in a mocking tone, waving her hands around. “God what a fucking dweeb. I can say stupid shit like that, but I can’t just talk to him normally. Idiot.”

***

Procrastinating was an art that she perfected whether it was book reports, essays, research papers, you name it. The only place she ever managed to get her last minute assignments done was the library.

Technically she should have been in P.E., running a mile around the track, but instead her nose was stuffed in the middle of a book she was assigned to read for the past month, trying to perfect the art of speed reading a 468 page book by tomorrow morning.

Her eyes scanned the page, trying to absorb the words into her brain and make sense of what she was reading. But she felt like she was being watched, a slight shiver being sent through her body.

She quickly turns around, seeing a lanky body creeping around. “Hello?” She calls out quietly, narrowing her eyes to get a better look at who it was.

Eddie trudges over, giving her a small, timid wave as he bears the table she was sitting at.

“Oh, hey.” She giggles, placing a spare piece of paper in between the pages in her book. “Sorry, I didn’t know it was you.”

“Yeah, I was just…” He flaunts a random book he picked off the shelf. “Picking up some light reading.”

“Yeah, the encyclopedia is a great start.” She giggles.

Eddie looks at the book in his hand, sighing at his stupidity. “God I’m an idiot.” He sighs under his breath. “I’m going to go. I’m sorry for bothering you.” Starting to walk away.

“Eddie, wait!” She calls out for him, cringing at her volume in the library.

He turns around, raising a curious eyebrow at her as he walks back toward the table and sitting across from her.

“Okay, I’m facing my worst fear right now by making the first move but here I am. Do you maybe want to grab something to eat? Or go out to a movie? You can totally say no if you want to, I get it if you aren’t into it.” She shrugs her shoulders, her hands slightly shaking under the table.

Eddie can’t help but chuckle to himself, looking at the girl he had been crushing on for weeks, who apparently had a crush on him too. “Yeah I would love to take you out. Shit, I’ve been trying to ask you out all day but I’ve been too big of a chicken shit.” A wave of relief rolling over his body.

Her cheeks grow hot at him admitting his feelings were mutual, butterflies erupting in her tummy. She takes her bottom lip between her teeth, concealing a smile.

“So how about I pick you up tonight at 7:30? We can go eat whatever you want, your choice.” His round eyes soft on her the longer he stares back at her features.

“Yeah, that sounds great.” She opens her notebook and rips a page out, quickly jotting down her address on it, along with her phone number. She slides the paper toward him, gathering her stuff up quickly to go run and tell her friends the events that just unfolded.

Before she walks away, she bends down to press a sweet kiss to Eddie’s cheek. “I’ll see you tonight.” As she walks away, she couldn’t believe how bold she just was.

Eddie sits in the chair with a love struck smile on his face, butterflies in his stomach as well. He looks at the paper with her address and home phone number written in pink pen, a little heart at the end of her address.

As long as he showed her a good time tonight, he knew he could win her over.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson fan fic #Eddie Munson fan fiction #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson fluff fic #Eddie Munson one shot #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x fem! reader #Eddie Munson x y/n #my work

[chaosandwolves]

Hi it's me

Since I have my account back, let's over analyse the lighting of some scenes in this ep

(and be super delusional and totally reach waaayyy too much)

I couldn't help but notice the difference in lighting in this scene

Eddie is mostly in the dark while

Buck is in warm light

Now this could probably mean a bunch of things

We'll they're talking about dating

Buck:

broke up with Natalia

doesn't seem too bothered by it (ooooh remember the title of ep 100? 😁)

-> new beginning etc etc

Eddie:

in a relationship

Is he happy? We literally have no info on his relationship other than she's there

-> Eddie caught in this?

We'll see

Anyway I was thinking about this and then I saw this post by @catdadeddie (which is soo insane!!!)

And I freaked out

In that post the lighting is a bit clearer than in my screen grabs here

But looook

It looks like both, Buck and Shannon, are in more and warmer light and Eddie in less more dull light

Plus there is visible light coming from a lil sideways behind them

Buck's a bit to the left, Shannon's to the right

Eddie's visible light sources are coming from both sides

but he's closer to the left (Buck's side)

And Shannon's light source (the right lamp) is never shown while Shannon and Eddie are in the room

You know... the ghost of it all...

(Yes Shannon might just be placed like this cause she needed to be behind Chris... Looking over him etc...)

And then

(what a GORGEOUS shot! And Ryan Guzman's subtle excpressions will be the death of me.... the pain 😭)

Again, the light comes from behind Buck and Eddie is technically standing in the dark, the light coming from Buck's direction

In conclusion:

Buck is Eddie's sun, his hope, his joy, his bright future

his gay awakening

-

I do think it's definitely intentional in the locker room scene

Not too sure about the three of them on the bed and the insane Buckley Diaz shot

Idk idk

I just wanted to spill my thoughts and go a bit crazy and I KNOW I'm completely reaching, especially with the bedroom scenes

So yeah anyway... I guess Buddie canon

😏

Also the curtains reminded me so much of Chris' shirt from 6x11

You know with the whole father son theme....

#Buddie #7x01 #7x01 meta #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 abc #Yeah no I hardly believe it myself #Expect from the locker room #Honestly #That was sooooo obvious #I think that's my most delusional post yet 🤣

[writings-of-a-british-fangirl]

Teacher’s Pet [Eddie Munson x Reader]

Title: Teacher's Pet Summary: You ask Eddie to teach you how to pay Dungeons and Dragons in order to impress a boy that you like. (Eddie just doesn't know that the boy in question is him). Warnings: Nothing ? (Mutual pining with a happy ending) Request: you ask eddie to teach you d&d under the premise that you want to impress a guy; he says yes in order to spend more time with you and he constantly tries to guess who the boy that you've got a crush on his (spoiler alert it's eddie)

Eddie Munson~Teacher's Pet

You couldn't help but stare at him. You don't want to- but, you do. Eddie Munson. You'd had a crush on the metal head for... For as long as you could remember. Eddie and yourself had crossed paths numerous times: he sat beside you in English, you went to the same middle school, you had mutual friends. And, yet you hadn't managed to say a thing to him about your huge and obvious crush you had on him. You hadn't managed to say much of anything to him, lately.

       "You know, you can go to speak to him," Robin chimes in, placing her lunch tray down and taking a seat beside you, "Or you know, you can stare at him forever."

       "Shut up Robin," you whine, "I can't just go up to him!"

       Robin rolls her eyes.

      "And, why not?" she asks, glancing towards you.

      "Because I don't even know what to say to him!" you insist, "What do I just say? Hi Eddie Munson I've been in love with you since middle school, let's run away together?"

       "Hmm maybe too subtle," Robin teases you.

       You groan.

       "This is hopeless," you profess, "I'm just going to never speak to him, graduate and move out of Hawkins. Perfect plan."

       "Or... Or you could ask him about that cult he runs!"

      "It's not a cult! They play a game," you insist, "It's called Dungeons and Dragons."

       "That's it! Ask him about that, then. Ask him to teach you how to play it," Robin plots, "That way you get to speak to him, and he gets to rant about hell...Hell Flame."

      "-Hell Fire," you correct.

      "See- you already care about his cult- club. You're off to a great start," she smiles.

      "You're ridiculous," you huff with a small smile, "But, you might be right."

      "I'm always right."

      "Whatever," you smile and push her lightly.

       And, yet, you can't stop thinking about what Robin had suggested. Even after lunch and into the next period, you mull over what she had said... I mean, it wasn't technically the worst idea- and if nothing else it meant you had a legitimate excuse for talking to Eddie. One where he might be too distracted with the topic of Dungeons and Dragons, that he was oblivious to your massive crush you had on him. You leave your class room, and your eyes widen as you see Eddie from across the hall. Well, it was worth a shot.

       "Hey, Eddie right?" you ask approaching him as he is just about to slam his locker closed.

       Eddie tries not to jump at the sound of a sweet voice beside him. He glances to you with a confused look on his face. His heart rate increases. You offer him a sweet smile, and he tries to not look too nervous. There was no way YOU were speaking to him right now. Eddie had a small (gigantic) crush on you ever since you were in the same class together in middle school, but he had yet to work up the courage to become more than acquaintances.

      "H-hi, yeah, hi," Eddie stutters out, "I mean, yeah I'm Eddie."

      You let out a small giggle, and Eddie curses himself. Did you come over to him just to make him nervous and embarrass him? Surely, you weren't that cruel... Eddie snaps out of it: no, he knew what you were here for.

      "I don't have anything on me at the moment, but I can meet you by the bench in the woods tomorrow-"

       "-Eddie, I'm not here to buy off of you," you smile, and then hesitate, "But, I do need your help."

       "My help?" Eddie asks, now even more lost than before: if you didn't want to buy, what could you possibly want?

       "You can totally say no to this by the way," you preface, "But I wondered if you could teach me how to play Dungeons and Dragons?"

       "Now, you're definitely just over here to tease me," Eddie rolls his eyes and fold his arms, "What? Pretty girl wants to learn how to play D&D? I don't buy it. Why now, huh? Hell Fire has been around for years and now you want to join? It doesn't-"

      "-I'm not teasing you," you insist, mortified that Eddie was getting annoyed at you, "Okay, I know I'm not the archetype of someone who plays Dungeons and Dragons, but the truth is I want to learn because I want to impress someone I like okay?"

      Fuck. You didn't know why you said that. He was definitely going to figure it out now.

      "Ooooh, Y/N has a little crush," Eddie smirks, dropping his annoyed expression and going back to a friendly demeanour, "A crush that likes D&D? Who is it?"

      "T-they don't go here," you snap, "And, yes he likes D&D- but if you're going to be like this then I can go ask Gareth to teach me-"

       "-No! No, it's fine. I'll teach you, don't be like that," Eddie halts you, "You want to learn from the best, right?"

      "What's your character name? Eddie the Humble?" you tease.

      "Ouch," Eddie feigns hurt, dramatically stumbling into his lockers, "You wound me."

      "I do apologise, my Liege," you say with just as much dramatic flare, "Are you free later? Pizza on me. Am I forgiven?"

      "You are forgiven. I am very easily swayed by flattery and bribery," Eddie replies, but pauses, "Your place or mine?"

      "My place works," you answer, scribbling your address down on the edge of your note book before ripping it and handing it to Eddie, "I have a free house. My parents are out of Hawkins for business, so no bed time for us."

      "Free pizza, Dungeons and Dragons, and no bed time? You really know a way to a mans' heart, sweetheart."

        "Shut up, Munson," you blush, "See you later. About 7."

        "It's a date."

         Your heart was beating so fast as you walk away from Eddie, and you can barely believe what had just happened. Eddie Munson was coming to your house. The Eddie Munson. If your middle school self you see you know, they would be screaming out of excitement. You have to call Robin- even if you would be met with a flurry of 'I told you so's, she deserved to know her plan had worked.

~~~

Eddie couldn't believe what had just happened. If it wasn't for the scrap of paper he held between his thumb and index finger, he would've definitely thought he dreamt it. He looked towards your figure, which was disappearing from his sight, then back towards your address. Eddie smiled. 1986 was definitely going to be his year.

        "Are we still on for practice later?"

        Eddie is that distracted by thoughts of you that he doesn't even realise that Gareth and the rest of Corroded Coffin had appeared behind him.

        "Huh?" Eddie asks, before his brain catches up, "Actually no. Gentlemen, I have different plans. Y/N and I-"

        "-Finally! You asked her out on a date," Gareth concluded.

       "Well no. No, not exactly," Eddie mutters, "But, they asked me to teach them how to play Dungeons and Dragons and I'm going to their place later. So no practice."

        "So she asked you?"

        "No! Yes- well, technically it's not even a date! You know what, I'm not even going to discuss this anymore- I've got to go freshen up."

        "For your date," Gareth teases.

        "Fuck you guys!" Eddie huffs, only half annoyed: in reality, he was too happy to be annoyed.

~~~

You laid on your bed, trying not to watch the minutes tick by. It was hard not to: the interaction you had with Eddie went perfectly, and so some part of you was beginning to suspect you had dreamt it and he was never coming. That was stupid. You were just over reacting. He was coming- he was definitely going to show up-

        The door bell rings.

        "Coming!" you say all but running down the stairs.

        You open the door and smile as you are greeted with Eddie, who has a book in one hand and a bag on his shoulder. He was going full teacher mode. You move aside so he can enter and direct him up the stairs to your bedroom.

       "Eddie," you smiled, "You made it."

       "Wouldn't miss it for the world, princess," he smiles back.

        Your heart all but flutters at the nickname.

       "First one on the left," you direct as you lock the door behind you and follow him upstairs.

        Eddie let out a low whistle as he entered your room. It wasn't what he was expecting. For some reason, he had pictured your room to be pink, full of frills and covered in cute decorations. And, teddy bears. Lots of teddy bears. Okay, so maybe he was just picturing a stereotypical girls room he'd seen in shows and movies, but he was surprised nonetheless when he took in what he saw. Posters: of bands he had actually heard of- and liked. Lots of decoration around- photos of your friends, bands you liked, you as a kid. And a teddy bear. Just one. Eddie looks to you with a smile.

        "You have such a cool room!" he exclaims, making himself at home on your bed, "No way! A judas priest poster!"

        You roll your eyes, "Don't act so surprised, Munson!"

        You take off your jacket, and he eyes the band t shirt that you're wearing.

        "And is that a Metallic t shirt? Wore it all for me?"

        "No, you ass hole," you jab back, sitting opposite him on the bed, "I just have good taste in music. Have you heard their new song 'Master of Puppets' yet?"

        "Heard it?!" Eddie exclaims, gesturing wildly with his hands, "I live and breathe it, sweetheart. I'm learning to play it! Almost got it down!"

        "Well, I have to hear it!" you encourage, "Next Dungeons and Dragons lesson is at yours!"

        "Inviting yourself round are we? Kind of forward," Eddie flirts, leaning in towards you, "You already want a second lesson? We haven't even had our first."

        You try not to give him the satisfaction of blushing.

        "Kind of eager," Eddie all but purrs.

        "Shut up!" you push back at him, gazing down at his hands where he was leisurely twirling one of his rings before looking back up at him, "You're just happy someone outside of Hell Fire wants to listen to you talk about this game!"

        Eddie breaks his gaze, and the tension lowers for a second.

        "You're not wrong," Eddie sighs dramatically, before adding, "And it does help that it's you..."

        It was your turn to tease him.

        "What does that mean?" you pester.

        "N-nothing!" Eddie gets flustered, losing his confidence as your stare at him, "Right! Dungeons and Dragons!"

         "Dungeons and Dragons."

~~~

Eddie watches you as you fill out your character sheet. He'd give you a run down of all the different types of characters you could be: their roles, their races, their traits. And, then instructed you to create your own character. As he watches you, his thoughts drifted back to why you had invited him here in the first place. You were learning this for a guy. Not him. Some guy. Eddie internally huffs; he'd been trying to get you to notice him for how long? And, now you were learning a whole fantasy realm for some guy. His thoughts spill over to his words.

       "So tell me more about your crush," Eddie says, twirling a strand of hair between his fingers.

       You look up at him, and are brought back to the white lie you had told Eddie to get him here.

      "I've been trying to guess, actually... I know you said he doesn't go to Hawkins, but I thought you might've said that just to throw me off the scent. I can rule a few people out," Eddie muses, "It's not Jason- he wouldn't be caught dead playing-"

     "-And Jason is not my type!" you object immediately, your attention completely leaving your character sheet, "Give me some credit. I don't like assholes like that!"

       Eddie puts his hands up in surrender.

      "What is your type then, sweetheart?"

       Your heart beats fast, and you feel like this is now or never. You'd only been crushing on Eddie since middle school. You could tell him. Rip it off like a bandage: just tell him. Just tell Eddie Munson you've been in love with him for yours. Your voice catches, but after a moment you speak.

      "I don't know... Uh, I like long hair. Good taste in music. Sweet. Makes me laugh. Brown eyes. Plays in a band," you take a pause, trying not to lose your nerve, "Named Eddie."

        Eddie's eyes widen.

        "I... What?"

         For once, Eddie is silent. This couldn't be real, could it? He'd only been in love with you since he was a young teen. Fuck. 'Tell her you love her! Tell her she's your type too!' Eddie's internal monologue screams. Say something- say anything. But, he couldn't. He lost his voice while he was processing your words, trying to decipher if what you said was a hallucination. Had he finally smoked too much? Your voice brings him from his thoughts.

        "The truth is... There is no guy," you confess, avoiding looking at Eddie, "Not really. Well, not another guy. You- you were the guy this whole time, and I just wanted to spend more time with you but I was too much of a coward to ask you out. So I, well Robin suggested it really... I asked you to teach me about D-"

       "-You like me?" Eddie interrupts, his eyes wide.

       "Yeah. Is that... Is that okay?" you swallow your words, glancing up at him.

       "Is that okay?" Eddie repeats, almost laughing at his and your obliviousness, "I've only had a crush on you since we were like twelve!"

      "Since middle school?!" you exclaim, "And you didn't say anything?"

      "Neither did you," he retorts.

      "Fair," you laugh out, not realising how close the two of you had gotten.

      "So... Uh-"

     "-Can I kiss you?" you interrupt.

     "Yes! I mean... Yes," Eddie rambles, only stopping when you press your lips to his.

     You pull Eddie closer to you, until you are basically in his lap. Eddie groans into you and his hands finds their way around your waist, and you in turn place your hand on the side of his face, before running it through his hair. God, you loved his hair. You wondered if he would let you pull on it.

     Gently, you lean back and look at him.

     "Hi," Eddie whispers.

    "Hi," you reply smiling.

    "So, how long have you been in love with me?"

    "Oh shut up," you giggle.

     Forever. You'd been in love with him forever.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie lives #eddie #eddie x reader #eddie imagine #eddie imagines #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #one shot #st #st imagine #st imagines

[911-on-abc]

(i'm that anon that wrote the buck being giddy and sore and having beard-burn all over his body thing) they get back to the station. buck puts his outer gear away after checking it over for tears, and walks up to the loft to get something to drink and another coffee. eddie and hen are talking about some playdate for denny and christopher for when karen and hen pick up their new foster and chimney is on the phone with maddie (something about the wedding), but buck only listens half-heartedly. his uniform is getting a little uncomfortable, it's chafing in the wrong places and he really doesn't want to be teased about puffy nipples thank you very much, and the cream tommy put on this morning has either been sweated off or has sunk into his skin. point being, he should probably apply some more cream to avoid even more chafing. it's not nearly as fun when it's caused by cotton rather than tommy's stubble, and the soothing kisses and teasing nips at his skin that are missing definitely have something to do with it. the soreness in his glutes is really nice though, and he kind of revels in it. it feels like after a really good workout. makes him feel accomplished. and the 3 orgasms in a little over 12 hours are definitely a benefit he doesn't get from going to the gym. jfc, he's at work he needs to reign in his thoughts. it's like he's a horny teenager discovering his own body for the first time. and yes, technically he is experiencing a lot of new things and firsts, and sure, maybe in a few months he'll brag about his stamina as a man in his 30's but now? now all of this is very inconvenient. "buck, you're okay?" shit. "yup, just sore and a little tired, haven't finished my coffee yet." "if you say so" hen's definitely suspicious. "buck, help me with brunch?" he could kiss bobby right now. well, no, EW, but he'll take the win and get away from prying eyes. bobby hands him veggies to cut up to put into the omelettes later, and buck grabs a knife and starts to cut up the mushrooms and the bell peppers. they work along in silence for a bit, and then bobby hands him a little post-it, whispers "we will never speak of this" and moves on to whisk the eggs like nothing. buck puts the post-it away, finishes cutting up the veggies, washes his hands and walks over to the bunk rooms. he kinda wants to check-in with tommy anyways. it's in the corner of the room, away from prying eyes, that he opens the note, turning scarlet immediately upon reading it. burt's bees mama soothing nipple cream and stokolan. i put some samples in your locker. stay safe. buck sends a pic of the note to tommy after applying the creams (they're a god-sent) with a simple "still jealous of the tight-knit family of the 118?"

anon I want to kiss you on the lips thank you for blessing me with this OHMYFUCKING GAWDDDDD (part 1 sent to @canonbibuck which you should read because hot DAMN 🥵)

#my post #911 abc #911 fox #911 #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #tommy kinard #911 fic #kind of?? #no pressure at all but anon you are always welcome to send me more because WOWOWOWOWOWOWOW #also my inbox is forever open to all #send me some shit #because AHHHHHHHHHHH #I NEED TO SCREAM WITH Y'ALL!!!!

[rehfan]

La Belle Dame avec Merci -- Chapter 4: The Cosmos Intervenes

Eddie Munson x Unpopular!AFAB!fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ readers only please - minor children DNI! – No Upsidedown; reader is technically a virgin; mutual pining; Eddie has trust issues; emotional hurt/comfort; female masturbation; male masturbation; emotional manipulation; reader is kinda shitty to Eddie; reader gets better; angst; more angst; Eddie’s mom is dead; small act of accidental physical violence; Uncle Wayne is the best; 

Tagged: @bluestuesday / @ali-r3n / @winchester-angel / @iletmytittiestitty-russ / @mewchiili / @chaoticgood-munson /

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Sadie Hawkins dance was tomorrow. All your friends had either asked other boys or were going as a group. And of course you were included in the group. Hell, you were expected in the group. Sighing, you stared at your reflection in your bedroom mirror. You hated how you left things with Eddie.

A day and a half had come and gone and he hadn’t really spoken to you. But then, you didn’t know what to say to him. When he left biology, he left school. And he hadn’t come back. After your French class, you overheard Jeff telling Gareth that he took today off too. Gareth wasn’t happy with the news. “Fuck! He said we’d go to Cosmo’s tonight for the listening party. It was supposed to be this big deal.”

Jeff shrugged, “He might still come. It’s not school and the Ice Queen won’t be there.”

Well that was a punch in the gut. Eddie clearly wanted to avoid you. You weren’t sure who Cosmo was, but you felt guilty that that last kiss caused Eddie to freak out and, as a consequence, may have ruined the boys’ plans. Maybe this Cosmo could be a good go-between to bring Eddie and you back together? Not to continue your ruse, but just to make sure he didn’t hate you forever. You couldn’t live with that.

You sidled up to the boys in the hall. “Uh. Hey,” you started and they turned to look at you, the interloper. “Who’s Cosmo?”

“What? One more thing you’ve got to know to weasel your way into Ed’s life?” asked Gareth, clearly defensive. “You’ve fucked him up enough, don’t you think?”

“I told him women are trouble,” said Jeff.

“Shit, he’s the one who told us that women were trouble,” said Gareth with a huff and a smirk. To you, he said, “Why don’t you leave him alone? Huh? He never asked for you to be hanging around. Besides, we all know you don’t really mean this shit. You’re just playing along to make all the jock dudes crazy and to make the girls not think you’re a virgin.”

You swallowed hard and tried not to blush. Eddie had obviously told Hellfire all about your plan. “So,” you said, “what you’re telling me is that it’s actually working?” You gave them a cheesy smile, hoping your charm would win you at least a snicker of laughter, but they gazed at you, dull-eyed and stone faced. “Or not.” You backed off. “Listen, he hasn’t spoken to me in almost two days. And I haven’t spoken to him.”

“Yeah,” said Jeff, “he took off because you kissed him in class. I saw you two. Everyone did. Thought your play acting was only reserved for the hallways.”

“Hey. Wait. He kissed me, if you must know. Up until then-“

“Yeah, up until you decided to push things. Next thing you know, you’ll have tricked him into taking you to fuckin’ Sadie Hawkins,” said Gareth, “You are really the fucking limit, you know. Using a guy just so the school won’t think you’re this virgin queen. I mean, are you really that fucking selfish that you’ve got to go around using people to make those party kids and jocks think you’re normal like them? Fucking pathetic loser.” He punctuated his rant with a slamming of his locker.

You went home that day feeling like the pathetic, needy loser Gareth said you were and having gotten no closer to making things up to Eddie than you did two days ago. Maria sat next to you as always. She lived three streets away from you just outside of the Loch Nora neighborhood and you had a car. It was a no-brainer that you two would carpool to school and back every day. 

“Trouble in paradise?” asked Maria, knowing full well that you and Eddie had been on the outs for at least a day. If Maria had a middle name, it was “Gossip”. Nothing passed her notice for long. You rolled your eyes at her comment, but decided that she could have her uses after all.

“Who’s Cosmo?” you asked.

“Huh? Cosmo? No one at school is called Cosmo. Oh! Are you talking about the old hippie dude who owns the new record store on the other side of town? I think his name’s Cosmo. Truthfully, your boyfriend might know him better. But yeah, Mirage Records and Music is the name of the place. At Washington and Fair Streets? Where the Kenyon Department Store used to be? Big place. Myra Turnbull said she went there and it was like Sam Goody’s only humongous and a little grubby. I guess they kept the old wooden floors.”

You could have laughed out loud. It was the same place that you got the guitar strings for Eddie. And she was right: the place was massive. Two stories tall, old-fashioned listening booths along one wall. All kinds of music on all kinds of mediums: vinyl, cassette, CDs, and even a few ‘gently used’ 8-tracks. The second story sold musical instruments, sheet music, and musical supplies. Frankly, grubbiness aside, Cosmo’s place was a little too good for the likes of rural Hawkins, Indiana. And you met the man. He’s the one who sold you the damn strings!

Maria went on and on about Myra and you let her. You had tuned her completely out. You knew that after you dropped her off, you were headed straight to Cosmo’s to see if you could fix things between you and Eddie.

~080~

Eddie hadn’t wanted to go to school for the last day and a half and so he didn’t. Wayne was used to him playing hooky and as long as it wasn’t for more than three school days in a row, he was cool with it. So Eddie spent the days working on characters, digging up old figurines and cleaning them off, discovering loose die in his dresser drawers and gathering them all up in a glass mason jar he found in the kitchen, and other distracting things he could do that kept him busy, but didn’t represent actual work. He spent the days doing all of that but it was no use. 

What he didn’t want to do was think about your eyes. Or that kiss. Or the feeling of you under his hands. That same feeling that now made his palm itchy to touch you again. He didn’t want to think about the sex. All the late night conversations. All the dreams he had for musical success that you would support while you both made a living doing ordinary shit. He didn’t want to think about your smile when he told you about the record contract. Your wedding. Your dress. Your happy tears. He didn’t want to dwell on the thought of the swell of your tummy as you prepared for your first child together.

“Forget her, goddamn it,” he muttered as he yanked open another dresser drawer and rifled the things around listening for the telltale sound of a plastic die rattling underneath his clothes. Nothing there. Missing, just like you.

He slammed it shut with a grunt and sat heavily on his bed. He almost crushed some school papers with his ass. Irritated, he pulled them from beneath him, tearing the edge of one of the pages. It was the one with Keats’ poem on it that Hutch had given him. He read it again.

La Belle Dame sans Merci

by John Keats

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,

Alone and palely loitering?

The sedge has withered from the lake,

And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,

So haggard and so woe-begone?

The squirrel’s granary is full,

And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,

With anguish moist and fever-dew,

And on thy cheeks a fading rose

Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,

Full beautiful—a faery’s child,

Her hair was long, her foot was light,

And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,

And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;

She looked at me as she did love,

And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed,

And nothing else saw all day long,

For sidelong would she bend, and sing

A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,

And honey wild, and manna-dew,

And sure in language strange she said—

‘I love thee true’.

She took me to her Elfin grot,

And there she wept and sighed full sore,

And there I shut her wild wild eyes

With kisses four.

And there she lullèd me asleep,

And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—

The latest dream I ever dreamt

On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,

Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;

They cried — ‘La Belle Dame sans Merci

Hath thee in thrall!’

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,

With horrid warning gapéd wide,

And I awoke and found me here,

On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,

Alone and palely loitering,

Though the sedge is withered from the lake,

And no birds sing.

He had had Hutch tell him what ‘la belle dame sans merci’ meant in English and he had to admit, Hutch had been right. You truly were a beautiful woman without thanks or mercy. That knight was just as hooked as his fictional one had been. As hooked as he was.

“Stupid ass,” he said, stalking to his dresser where Sweetheart hung waiting for his fingers. He tossed the paper on the dresser and looked in the mirror. “Why couldn’t you see what she was?” He had been talking about the knight in the poem, but clearly he was staring at himself as well. And as if to answer, his reflection looked at him helplessly.

Then he got angry. All the hurt he had suffered from all the girls who had ever kissed him and laughed later about it with their friends, all the shoulder shoves he had gotten for being the weird kid, all the fun made over the drawings that accidentally fell from his folder when he was shoved into the lockers, all the pointing and giggles, all the unkindness thrown his way, all the snotty rich kids who saw him as a necessary evil to get weed for their ski party weekend at their parent’s mountain home during winter break or the beach trip they had planned for summer, smiling disgustedly at him when they opened all their folding money and only peeled off a few bills to throw at him when he handed over the baggie. The hateful names, the dirty looks, the punches, the insults, the humiliations…each and every one of those moments billowed up from his past and washed through him causing hot tears to sting his eyes as he thought about how you had fucked him over like all the rest until it resulted in that final exposing humiliation. You used him and then suckered him into a real kiss with real feelings involved in it. You were evil. Pure fucking evil.

He had been an idiot. He should have trusted his instincts about you. And now all he could think about was you. All he wanted was more of you. He saw his reflection and saw his mouth form a hard line. Just like his dad’s had always done. Suddenly, his father was there towering over him as he cowered before him, his mother standing his way, blocking his father from taking out his anger on her little boy. He heard him hit her, heard her fall; he had shut his eyes against it moments before. He heard him shout. He heard her cry then beg. Then he’d hit her again calling her pathetic.

He blinked away the tears, rubbing at his eyes with a rough hand. That was it; he had to stay away from you. The anger he felt was too much. And he refused to become his father. No way was he going to be around you anymore. Not if you made him like that. The last thing he wanted was to become a monster. Not ever. Not ever.

The phone in the kitchen was ringing. There’s only two callers that could be: Wayne or Hellfire. He would be happy with either at the moment. He cleared his throat and tamped down his frustrated tears. Breathing deeply, he picked up the receiver. “Hello?”

“You still coming to Cosmo’s or are you still dealing with your fucking menstrual cramps?”

Gareth.

“Fuck you. I don’t duck an appointment with the Cosmos,” he said, using his nickname for Cosmo the hippie. “I said I’d be there and I’m going to be there. Is your mommy able to take you, or do I need to pick up your sorry ass?”

“I got a ride. The rest of the fellas too,” said Gareth. By the slightly subdued tone of his voice Eddie could tell that Gareth’s mom was indeed going to drop her precious little boy off.

“Cool,” said Eddie, “One less thing for me to worry about. See you there at seven.”

“See ya,” said Gareth, “And oh yeah. One more thing: your girlfriend’s been sniffing around. Asking about you.”

His heart skipped. Fuck. He cleared his throat in an effort to gain control. “Has she?” he asked finally. It almost sounded convincingly nonchalant.

“Don’t wet your panties. Jeff and I told her off. She’s not going to bother you again.”

Eddie’s eyebrows raised. “Is that right?”

“Yeah,” said Gareth. In the background he heard Jeff say something.

“What was that?”

“Jeff says she turned tail. She knows we know what’s been going on between you two and how fake it all is. She’s fucking pathetic. And thanks to us, she’s off your back. You can thank us when we see you tonight. Later, man.”

There was a click and a dial tone in Eddie’s ear. He hung up the receiver and stared at the phone. “Well. Thank God that’s over.”

It was three hours until he had to head out. He supposed he could pick up a few pizzas and some pop and bring it to Cosmo’s along with his weed. The dude was turning out to be his best customer. He would have to make sure he had plenty to bring. Guy went through weed like Eddie went through underwear. And he had to remember the character sheets. He wondered if Gareth would think to pack that last D&D playbook that he had loaned him. He wondered what pizza toppings everyone would like. He wondered if there was extra if he could bring it home to Wayne. Wayne would like that. He wondered what pizza toppings you liked. He wondered where you were and what you were doing and what you must have thought about the boy who kissed you and ran away.

All these thoughts passed through his head in the few scant seconds he stood stock still staring at the phone, willing it to ring again. He wanted it to be Gareth telling him that he was full of shit, that he never spoke to you or told you off, that it was all a joke and haha what an idiot he was! But it didn’t ring. It didn’t ring with you on the other line either. You and your warm voice cooing some dumb nickname at him. You with your mouth so perfect and smeared with that watermelon Chapstick. Your voice asking him where he’s been and why he kissed you and then ran away.

No. No. He needed to never see you again. He couldn’t trust himself. His temper was too much and you were too aggravating. You couldn’t be trusted. No. He would put you away like his dice, safe in a jar somewhere, far from the harm he could cause and far away so you wouldn’t cause him harm either.

Yeah. That was a good plan.

~080~

You wished you had had Eddie’s number. It would have made things so much easier. Or knowing where he lived? You knew it was the trailer park, but you weren’t about to go knocking on doors if you didn’t see his van. That would be weird. Plus, just showing up on his doorstep was borderline creepy, so it was this or nothing.

As you pulled into a free parking space across the street from the main entrance to Mirage Records and Music, you blew out a long breath and stared at the store. It was almost five and the place closed soon. Just like small town Hawkins to have their businesses shut down when the sun hit the horizon.

It took only a moment to cross the street and open the door. A wave of patchouli and sandalwood passed over you, but it suited the place. You saw it with different eyes now. The first time you came in, you wended your way through the rows and rows of vinyl and CDs moving to the lady behind a counter where a glass case held vintage vinyl and rare albums for sale. She had pointed you up the stairs to the second floor. A red neon sign shaped like an arrow with script writing that said “this way” was mounted on the wall as you had ascended and passed into what you had to imagine was every musician’s wet dream.

At the top of the stairs, behind you and to the left, two full drum kits were set up on either side of a defunct freight elevator with caution tape across it and a sign that said: OUT OF ORDER. Surrounding them were all kinds of drums on display as well. Cymbals of various shapes and sizes hung on the walls behind them like gold records. Your eyes moved along from left to right. Keyboards were on display along with an upright piano and a baby grand along the next wall. And on the third and fourth walls? Guitars. Guitars of every description. Rows and rows of them.

The first time, you were too focused on your shopping objective. This time, you marveled at the collection. There were amps set up beside soft-looking chairs scattered about the space, encouraging people to touch and play and try out the instrument once the treasured item was retrieved from the wall by the large bearded gent who was reading a magazine in one cushioned corner near the sheet music.

“Can I help you?” he said, rising from his seat. “Oh! It’s you! Back again?” He was a jolly sort, with wild grey hair matching his unkempt grey beard, a barrel-chested, big-bellied hippie in a distracting yellow Hawaiian shirt, blue jeans, and Birkenstock sandals.

“Hello again, sir,” you said and stopped, stuck. What exactly were you going to ask him? Hey, do you know this kid I go to school with? Can you get him to like me again? Or at least talk to me?

“Are you here for more guitar equipment? We got in some pick-ups just yesterday-“

“No,” you said, wringing your hands, “I have a friend - the same friend I was shopping for before - he and his friends from school are all supposed to come here today to meet with you?”

“Oh! The Corroded Coffin boys! Sure! Are you a fan of theirs?” he asked, peering at you from over his purple-tinted John Lennon glasses. “Or- uh-“ he winked, “are you a groupie?”

The blush that came over you must have turned you crimson because the man just chuckled. “Sorry,” he said, “I had to. It was too good to resist.”

You laughed nervously and cleared your throat. “No. I- uh… Well Eddie and I had a sort of weird thing happen between us a couple of days or so ago and he’s been avoiding school since then and I just want to apologize to him and-“

“Say no more,” he said, holding out his palms toward you in a surrendering gesture. “An affair of the heart is always difficult to navigate.”

“Well, it’s not really that-“

“Nonsense. You like him enough to come here knowing that he’s supposed to be here so you can talk to him and patch things up?” You nodded. He shrugged and smiled “Then it’s an affair of the heart. Don’t you see?”

“Cosmo!” called the lady from downstairs. She was shouting up the stairwell.

Cosmo fairly skipped over to the edge of the railing to shout back down. “Brenda, my love?” He spoke to her like he was Romeo and she was Juliet. Only he was the one on the balcony.

“Gonna lock up,” she said, sounding grouchy, “You still expecting those kids?”

“Yes, my angel.”

“Fine. I’ll leave out the sign to tell them to press the bell.”

“You are an absolute treasure, dearest one.”

“Oh, blow it out your ear. See you tomorrow.”

You had to know. The woman didn’t sound mad at him for calling her those things, she just sounded bored with him. “Is that your wife?”

Cosmo’s laugh was deep and rich. A hippie Santa Claus. “No,” he said, “Brenda just works here. Tolerates me. Sells my wares. And then fucks off home to her lover Cara. Don’t tell the morality police in this town. She and Cara would be run out on a rail.”

He turned from the stairwell and looked you up and down. “You’re a top-40 kid, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“Well, we’ll soon fix that,” he said. “Come with me.” He moved down the stairs with a swiftness that belied his appearance. He wasn’t tall, just under six foot you judged, but nimble as a dancer, despite his belly and gray hair.

He led you downstairs past the listening booths and to the jazz section. “Are you familiar with any of the classics here?”

“My gramps listens to jazz, big band, and swing,” you offered.

“Excellent!” he said. “You come from good stock then. What about grandmama?”

“Mostly folk music,” you shrugged, idly flipping through some vinyl. “But I know these: Ella Fitzgerald, Chet Baker, and Louis Armstrong.”

“And what of the blues?” he asked, waving a hand toward the section in question.

“Mom listens to a little Janis. But I know about the Blues Brothers. Do they count?”

He laughed again, long and loud. “You have a good sense of humor. But yeah, that’s a good start: BB King, Cab Calloway, Aretha, Ray Charles, John Lee Hooker… all of them on the soundtrack and most in the film. And Janis,” here he sighed deeply, “my first rock and roll crush. Died tragically. Senselessly. S’why I only stick to weed. But in case your parents ask: I didn’t tell you that. Like Nancy Reagan says: just say no to drugs.” He winked at you. “But oh it does an old man good to see a youngster appreciate the masters,” he sighed. “What about rock and roll?”

“Billy Joel’s okay,” you said.

Cosmo groaned so loudly, you thought he was having a heart attack. “We were doing so well…” He recovered himself and with a crooked finger he led you to the rock section of the store. “Never mind, there’s always room for education and improvement. Here!” He held up an album with a picture inside of another picture. The smaller inner picture was framed and hung upon a wall with peeling and faded wallpaper. It contained an image of a bearded man slightly bent over on a cane and carrying a pile of sticks on their back in a bundle. There was nothing on the album cover to indicate the band’s name. You shook your head.

“Led Zeppelin?” Cosmo said hopefully.

“I’ve heard of them. Heard them on the radio sometimes, I think? But I’ve never sat down and listened-“

“Perfect!” he said. “This will be part of your musical education this evening.” He rooted around in his collection once more and selected three more albums.

“This evening?” you asked. “I really should be going home after I talk to Eddie. My parents-“

“You can use the store phone to call them now if you want. Tell them you’re here. Tell them you’re safe and with friends. It’s all true- well… almost. Which reminds me,” here he stuck out his hand. You took it dumbly. “Name’s Cosmo Blankenship. Proprietor and owner of The Mirage and purveyor of fine musical wares. And you?” You smiled and gave him your name. “HA! And now it’s true. We are officially friends, well met.” You resisted the urge to curtsey. Barely. He was charming in a very old-fashioned way. It was adorable.

As he went back up the stairs, he told you some of the intimacies of Led Zeppelin’s Fourth Album he had gleaned over the years since its release. “Mind you, I’m not the biggest Led Zep fan. But they are unignorable for their contribution to music as a whole.” He set the record down on a table in one corner where you could see behind him a stereo system setup including a turntable. He carefully unwrapped the album from its resealable plastic covering, slid the record and sleeve out from the cover, slipped off the cover, gave the record a caress with a soft cloth, and then placed it on the turntable. With the tenderness of a lover, he began the machine and lowered the needle onto the disc.

The strains of “Black Dog” came strong out of the speakers. Your eyes lit up. Cosmo beamed at you. “Sit! Sit! Take it in properly!”

You picked a small couch big enough for two and let the music wash over you. Cosmo sat next to you, a surprisingly comforting presence beside you.

I don’t know, but I’ve been told

A big-legged woman ain’t got no soul

The undeniable blues roots of the song just pulled you along. This was music that spoke to you. This had also never happened to you before. It picked you up and passed through you, practically touched your soul. You were breathless. Soon you were nodding your head to the rhythm.

The second song also came at you hard, drums pounding out a rhythm you felt to your bones.

It’s been a long time since the Book of Love

I can’t count the tears of a life with no love

You don’t know when the smile spread across your face, but it was there just the same. “This whole album is magic,” whispered Cosmo, not wishing to disturb your experience as the second song ended and the third began. “They really got a hold of something in that studio. Steeped in Tolkien too.”

“Tolkien?”

“You know? Guy that wrote Lord of the Rings?”

“Oh sure! He wrote The Hobbit as well. Right?”

Cosmo smiled at you. “Just the man!”

“I read The Hobbit and tried to get through Lord of the Rings, but barely made it past the first book. Really complicated and everyone had like, four different names.” Cosmo nodded sympathetically and patted your knee gently.

As the next song played, he said: “You know, Eddie’s favorite book is the Lord of the Rings. And he loved this song when he first heard it. This and “Stairway” are his favorites off this album.”

You could see why. It wove a tale of knights and battles, castles and honor. The disjointed instruments backing vocals that almost wailed in pain. It was a moving piece.

The drums will shake the castle wall

The ringwraiths ride in black

Ride on

When the verse of Stairway to Heaven began, a firebell rang, sharp, loud and jarring. You looked at Cosmo, alarmed. “No worries,” he said, “that’s just the doorbell. The Corroded Coffin boys are here.” He glanced at the clock above the stereo. “Here early too. Huh.” He moved to the stairwell and descended. “Keep listening! I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared down the stairs.

There’s a sign on the wall

But she wants to be sure

‘Cause you know, sometimes words have two meanings

Your gut twisted. If it was anyone other than Eddie, a fight might break out and you might cry. If it was Eddie, a fight might break out and you might cry. And if it was everyone - Eddie and all his friends - a fight would break out and you would definitely cry.

Yes, there are two paths you can go by

but in the long run

And there’s still time to change the road you’re on

Voices were at the stairwell. You heard Cosmo’s tone above another male voice, but both were too soft to distinguish past the music. It only sounded like one other person though. You held your breath. You wanted to run but all you could do was sit as still as possible and await whatever fate was climbing the stairs.

“Started a bit early, I’m afraid,” Cosmo was saying. The heavy foot treads were distinct: only two people. Your chest was tight; it was hard to breathe. There was a scent in the air mixing with the patchouli incense. Garlic? Whatever it was, you were getting sick. Or maybe it was just your nerves? The music’s rhythm picked up and the guitar solo came in, a perfect soundtrack to your rising panic.

“You brought the food,” said Cosmo, “and I bring the song… and a pretty lady to gaze upon.” Cosmo came by your chair carrying a brown paper bag in his arms. He was followed by Eddie Munson who carried three large pizza boxes in his outstretched hands. His body moved forward, but his head was turned toward you, eyes growing wider as the realization hit him. The music echoed his shift as it moved into a rock groove.

And as we wind on down the road

Our shadows taller than our soul

There walks a lady we all know

Who shines white light and wants to show

How everything still turns to gold

And if you listen very hard

The tune will come to you at-

The needle was pulled off the record.

Eddie had set the boxes down and cut the music off. He stared at you; he was eerily still. Tension filled the air. Even Cosmo was silenced. Eddie’s voice was barely a whisper when he said: “Cosmos? A word?”

Cosmo followed him into a curtained-off back room and you could hear harsh whispering. That had to be Eddie. There was a lower voice in response: Cosmo. Finally, crisply, clearly, commandingly, you heard Cosmo say: “Edward!”

Eddie burst through the curtain. “I want you out of here. You were supposed to be gone. Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Because… it’s not —,” you began. But you couldn’t seem to form a cohesive thought. There were too many moving parts to this. “When you kissed me, I thought — But then you took off so suddenly and I — I couldn’t apologize — But then Gareth and Jeff they — And I know I’m pathetic! This whole thing’s pathetic! And I should never have done it — but I did — and you were so understanding about it at first — willing to play along — and you used gum and didn’t smoke. I noticed! And I was completely flattered but then — I don’t know. You don’t like me, I know that. You don’t want me around, okay, but — I don’t know. Just — just don’t hate me, okay?”

It was a small miracle that you hadn’t broken down in a full-on cry. Cosmo was instantly at your side with a protective hand on your shoulder. “As I said, Edward, the lady wanted to apologize. If you are any kind of a gentleman, you will talk to her.” Eddie opened his mouth to object and Cosmo held up a hand to stop him. “So be it. You give me no choice. It’s the shaft for both of you.” To you he said, soothingly, “Come, my dear. It’s for the best.”

He took each of you by a respective elbow and led you over to the defunct freight elevator in the drums section. He took the warning tape off one side and it and the sign attached fell to the floor. He pressed the call button and the elevator doors opened with a soft hum. “In you go,” he said to you. Dumbly, you obeyed.

“Is it safe?” you asked, remembering at the last minute that you were up one story.

“Oh yes. It’s just stuck. No power to the elevator itself, just the doors, and the brakes have it frozen in place. Going to cost me a fortune to fix, so until then…” Cosmo shrugged. He gestured for Eddie to enter. 

Eddie was more recalcitrant. His arms were crossed as soon as Cosmo had released his elbow and he stood stock still. “I’m not doing time in the shaft with her. I don’t care what she has to say.”

Cosmo evaluated him soberly over the rim of his glasses. “That’s your fear talking.” Eddie huffed dismissively. “Edward. You will enter this freight elevator if I have to beat you senseless with that crash symbol. Now go.” He pointed inward and Eddie looked from him to you.

He shook his head, his mane of hair waggling along with the motion. “Nope. Not doing it. I have nothing to say to her.”

“Then just listen,” said Cosmo. “For God’s sake, man! Take it from a dude who has loved and lost four times! Get the fuck in the shaft and let the lady apologize.”

“That’s just it: this has nothing to do with love. She doesn’t love me. And I may not know much about love, but this isn’t about love. This is about using people. And Jesus Christ, do I know what that looks like! And she’s used me for a stupid and selfish reason and I’m done! She needs to leave me the hell alone. Starting now.”

Eddie didn’t know where the words were coming from, but they felt right. Like a perfectly balanced sword in his hand made just for him. It felt good to say what was hurting his heart so much. But a small part of him hated the sound of the words, the forming and voicing of them was simple, natural, and free. The hearing of them, the tone they took, and the effect on your face was another matter altogether. You were clearly hurt.

You watched all of this from the farthest corner of the elevator like it was a tennis match: Eddie objecting, Cosmo deflecting and returning the serve. If you weren’t directly involved, you might have found it entertaining. But you were involved. Matter of fact, you were at the crux of the conversation and it made you heartsick. “Please, Eddie,” you begged quietly. “I only want to say sorry.” The metal walls made your voice echo, magnifying your pitiful state.

Something in Eddie’s eyes shifted, softened. But only for a moment. “So say it then. And get out. I’ve got to spend time with my real friends.”

“Edward.”

“Call me Edward one more goddamned time, old man!” he snapped at Cosmo.

You didn’t know why you did it. Call it women's intuition. Call it a primal sense of survival. But you knew that if Cosmo pushed again, Eddie would run. You had to act. You came forward and took Eddie’s hand, holding to it firmly with both of yours when he instinctively jerked. “Please, Eddie. It won’t take long. I only want to understand how I’ve hurt you so I can make things better between us. Please let me.”

Your touch surprised him at first, but when he saw your eyes, he didn’t pull away. He fairly whined at the feeling of you. The warmth of you. Your pleading eyes. The wall he had spent almost two days building around his heart crumbled down and, even though he wasn’t focused on your words, he felt his anger fade.

He hated that you had this power over him.

He loved that you had this power over him.

He let you lead him docile as a lamb into the confines of the freight elevator. Cosmo hit the button. Before the doors closed, he said, “I’m starting the album again. You have until the end of Stairway to Heaven to get this done. Fix this. Good luck, children.” The last sentence was spoken with such reverent kindness, it made you want to cry. The last image Cosmo got was of you holding Eddie’s hand in both of yours in the center of the metal-walled space, both of you the picture of unsure, terrified, tentative trust.

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How does Barnaby meet Howdy in your modern human au? :0

oh, the entire "neighborhood" became friends in either middle or high school (except Eddie oopsies). Howdy ran a little 'underground market' (aka he sold stuff out of his locker or at his house, the goods varied) and Barnaby would often buy school supplies or, every so often, a cheat sheet from him. once or twice weed as well. but yeah they were also classmates a few times.

Howdy found Barnaby hilarious, Barnaby found Howdy to be excellent company, boom friends for life. Howdy didn't have many actual friends - just acquaintances and regulars, so Barnaby was his first real pal, and the "neighborhood" his first friend group! and only, technically

#and later on! lovers for life! also friends still just with an Added Facet! #but yeah in my mind howdy was socially adept just. bad at making friends #he prioritized The Grind and yk. could and Would scam his 'customers' #he tried to scam barnaby once but barnaby fully saw through him #and called him out on his bullshit in funny enough of a way that howdy wasnt insulted at all #Boom instant respect! barnaby is like the one guy howdy wouldnt scam from then on #rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #howdy has a lot of Lore in my mind... #reasons why hes so shrewd and finance-oriented! #why he speaks with a transatlantic accent despite being a 90s kid! etc! #listen i gotta find a way to realistically explain everyone's quirks and skills and traits in this au #since theyre People living Human Lives and not. puppets. artificially created characters

[spiderrrling]

The piece of advice Steve Harringon gave Eddie Munson about girls, and all the times he decided to ignore it

Summary - Exactly what the title says

Warnings - Absolutely none, just fluff and probably some spelling/continuity errors

A/N - Based on this post by @loveronlineee, Will this is for you, I apologize for the rambling, please be aware I'm very high on pain meds writing this

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Neither of them really knew exactly when it had happened, but Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington at one point became friends. It had happened sometime after their adventures in the upside down, all of that shared trauma worked really well for establishing a friendship.

Which now meant that now Eddie Munson could frequently be seen hanging around Family Video at any and all hours just to chat with Steve and Robbin, or Steve could be seen hanging out at the Munson trailer to share a beer.

Steve was clueless about a lot of things in life, but one of the few things that he really seemed to understand was girls, what they liked and how to properly ask one out.

He’d known you for a couple of months after you had started playing with the Hellfire Club, and ever since then you had completely occupied his mind every free and busy moment he had. And it was driving him absolutely crazy how much he was thinking about you, but whenever he talked to you he could never actually seem to tell you just how he was feeling.

Eddie would open his mouth, this big speech all planned out in his mind, where he would tell you how you feel but then there would be nothing.

“Eddie?” You asked when Eddie didn’t say anything

“Yeah?”

“You said you wanted to ask me something?”

“I was wondering if you could give me a copy of your character sheet? I kind of lost yours…”

“Again? Yeah, I’ll get one for you tomorrow-”     

It was another night of Steve coming around after work for a beer and a chat, it wasn’t much but it was something they both enjoyed more than they cared to admit to the other person.

“Hey Steve… how do you like- get so many dates?” The words coming out of his mouth were almost unintelligible, and his eyes were dead focused on the lip of his beer can, refusing and unable to look over at Steve where he was sitting just next to him.

“Are you asking me girl advice Munson?” Steve on the other hand had no qualms about looking at Eddie, and Eddie could hear the deep grin that must have been plastered to Steve’s face. “Is there… someone? A girl?”

“I knew I should have asked Robbin,” Eddie mumbled beneath his breath and let his head fall back in frustration, a heavy sigh escaping from his parted lips. “Forget it I’ll figure it out-”

“So, there is a girl!” Steve scooted closer to Eddie so he could nudge him in the ribs with his elbow.

“It’s easy all right-” Steve said as he pretended to ignore the death glare Eddie was giving him, “all you have to do is pretend that you don’t care, it’ll drive her crazy.”

“That sounds like a horrible plan,”

“It works trust me,”

“I’m starting to think this was a mistake,”

But Steve made sure to list out his most carefully crafted piece of ‘fool proof’ Harrington dating advice

“Just pretend like she doesn’t exist dude, it’ll drive her crazy you’ll see-”

Now Eddie Munson was not one to really follow advice, even if he did technically ask for it, especially when it sounded like horrible advice. And after just a little bit of contemplation he decided to forgo just about everything Steve had told him.

The first time Eddie ignored Steve’s advice, he left a note in your locker for you to find. It hadn't even been a full twelve hours before he collectively defied everything Steve had said.

The note wasn’t much, simply just a scrap piece of paper with his almost unintelligible handwriting scribbled across it, due to the past couple of months in Hellfire you were able to decode the mess of graphite on paper.

I think that you look really pretty today

It wasn’t signed, but that didn’t matter. No one else had handwriting like Eddie’s, and you could have picked it out of a million if you were asked to.

That was the day Eddie officially asked you out, and much to his delight you actually said yes.

The second time Eddie ignored Steve’s advice, was when he got you flowers for your one-week anniversary. He didn’t buy them, mostly because he didn’t have the money to do so. But he did pick them, painstakingly by hand and wrapped them up in paper to give to you.

In fact, he went against Steve’s advice on every small anniversary or celebration, always insisting on making it a big deal where he could pull the dramatics up just a tad bit more.

“Where’d you get these Eds?” You would ask as you admired the bouquet of flowers you were holding in your hands.

“Ms. Harris’ garden, but they were so beautiful I couldn’t resist.” He’d reply, with the biggest grin you had ever seen plastered on his face as he asked you if you liked them.

The third time was when he knew you had a really bad day and decided to sneak into your room,

He had parked his van a couple of streets from your house and walked the last bit, collecting small pebbles and rocks as he made the trek to your house.

Standing below your window he tossed them up, careful not to break the window. Throwing one, two, then three rocks before you finally appeared in the frame of the window, the soft yellow glow of your room illuminating you from behind, and to him you looked like an angel.

“What are you doing- are you trying to break my window?!” you whisper screamed down at him.

“Wanted to see you s’all, mind if I come up?” But it wouldn’t have mattered what you answered because he was already climbing up to your window, careful not to be too loud knowing your parents were most likely home.

“You didn’t seem to be in the best mood today,” Eddie said when he had finally finished his climb into your room, his heavy boots kicked off by the window still. “I’m not,” you replied, with your hands crossed over your chest.

“We can’t have that now can we?” Eddie spent that entire night with you, keeping you company as you fell asleep against him and whispering sweet nothings to you while he carefully carded his fingers through your hair.

“You know, I think I might be the luckiest person in the universe, even when you’re in a bad mood you’re still the most beautiful person I have ever seen,” Eddie whispered just as you were falling asleep in his arms.

The fourth time he wrote you a song,

You were sitting next to him on his bed, in his messy bedroom in the tiny run down trailer, your legs touching slightly as he strummed away on his guitar and you were lost in your book.

“Hey-” Eddie grabbed the book from your hands, tossing it to the side with little care as you protested, “I have something for you to listen to.” And you quickly let your protests fall cold on your lips as Eddie started strumming away at his guitar.

His fingers working expertly across the strings, you always loved watching him play, his face scrunched up just enough with concentration as he worked. But what surprised you that day, was when he started singing.

With his soft and velvet like voice Eddie sang to you the words he had been racking his brain for what felt like forever to him, he wanted them to be perfect. And while afterwards he insisted it was nothing, it still made your heart soar.

The fifth time Eddie asked you to prom

Eddie never expected to go to prom, or to be allowed to due to his constantly slipping academic performance, which had barred him his first two senior years. But this year graduating was the only thing left on his mind because there was no way he was going to be staying another year in Hawkins while you left.

He didn’t have much experience in exactly how to ask someone to prom, or really why there was such a big deal made around them. But it was for you, and he was willing to do just about anything.

Spending the entire night painting on the biggest piece of poster board he could manage to find, four letters and a question mark, the letters were a little shaky, and not clean by anyone’s measure.

P R O M ?

Maybe in the grand scheme of things it wasn’t much. But it was something he had done for you, and he hoped that would be enough for you to say yes, and luckily it was.

Eddie climbed up on one of the cafeteria tables, sign in hand and lifted high above his head as you walked into the room, he didn’t say anything but as his eyes met yours and he saw your smile creep onto your cheeks he knew you would be saying yes.

“Sooo what do you say? Go to prom with me?” Eddie asked when you finally walked over to the table, and he had successfully climbed down.

“Like I could ever want to go with someone else,” you whispered to him and threw your hands around his neck as you pulled him in for a kiss. It turns out, Steve Harrington doesn’t give bad advice, as long as you don’t listen to it.

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[tittie-lattes]

I’m Just Dying to Be Him (18+)

Pairing: bottom/sub!Steve x top/dom!Billy x switch/sub!Eddie

Summary: While Steve and Billy are in the midst of a rendez-vous in the woods, none other than Eddie Munson catches them, and maybe he watches longer than he should. 

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood and a fight. 18+ smut: anal sex, sir kink?, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, threesome (technically) and cum eating. (Eddie’s a perv in this but for now, Billy and Steve will allow it.)

Word Count: 2001

A/N: For my C1 square “Accidental Voyeurism” for @billyhargrovebingo and A3 Square “secret desire” for @harringroveson-bingo . Title taken from the second verse of “Sugar We’re Goin’ Down” by Fall Out Boy. Tbh, the minute a title of a fic I write isn’t inspired by a song will be the day we’re in the apocalypse. As always, kisses to @writer-in-theory for hyping me up and being the best beta reader. <3

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Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington were the rivalry of the century. Steve was the reigning king of Hawkins, the keg king, the most sought after guy in town… until Hargrove moved into town. After that, Billy managed to snatch every golden crown from Steve’s head and make him look like just another ordinary guy. It started with an argument in the locker room after everyone had left the showers.

“Every time you speak, my brain gets angry,” Steve shouts, smacking the handle of the shower into the off position. Billy was still washing the suds from his blonde locks and simply looked at Steve, amused, which seemed to piss Harrington off more. 

“What?” he grumbles, taking a towel to dry the water droplets from his chest.

Billy shuts the water off and steps into Steve’s space, gently pushing his shoulder, walking them backwards until Steve’s back is pressed against the chilly tiles. He drew his lower lip between his teeth, murmuring, “Maybe so, but it would seem your body is very attracted to me.”

Steve glares at Billy, ignoring the way the blood rushed straight to his cock with Billy’s mouth just mere inches away from  his own. His eyes flicker over Billy’s face and he groans, “fuck it,” just before practically crashing their lips together. It’s all teeth and tongue, but it’s steamy and probably the hottest thing he’s ever felt. Billy’s grasping at his waist, his ass, his thighs, and Steve can not stop from moaning, despite the potential of someone walking in. 

Billy breaks the kiss far too soon for Steve’s liking and he smirks, brushing his thumb along Steve’s lower lip, “Meet me in the woods by the Quarry tonight, we can pick up where we left off.”

And that was how Steve found himself being bent over the front of the Camaro that night.

Just nearby, Eddie Munson was closing out a drug sale to some guy on the swim team. Normally he would have done this near the picnic bench behind the school, but the guy seemed too nervous and felt like doing it at night in the middle of the woods. It felt more suspicious, but his wallet was forty dollars fuller. Though, just as he was about to open the door to his van, a drawn out groan caught his attention, and against his better judgment, Eddie decided to go investigate. 

Eddie furrowed his brows, slowly navigating the brush as he got closer to the noise. The first thing he could see was a familiar burgundy BMW and blue Camaro. What the hell were Harrington and Hargrove doing out here, let alone out here together? They were rivals, the talk of the school, of the town. He could hear a loud grunt, making his heart rate pick up. Were they fighting? Poor Harrington. He lost in a fight to Jonathan Byers, how was he going to fare against Billy Hargrove?

“Fuck!” Eddie just barely picked up on Harrington’s voice above the blood rushing in his ears. He inched closer to the cars, not wanting to make a sound yet. If this was a fight, he wanted the advantage. He caught a glimpse of Hargrove’s golden locks illuminated in the moonlight.

“Shut up, Harrington,” Hargrove grunted, followed by the sound of a slap. 

Oh, boy.

Eddie moved even closer, so he could see just what was going on between the two cars. He expected to see Harrington beaten bloody on the ground, not bent over the hood of Hargrove’s precious Camaro, Hargrove’s fist in his chestnut locks, tugging his head back as he thrust his cock into his ass. 

“Billy, please,” Steve gasped, clenching his fists, as there was nothing for him to grab on to. Billy’s cock stretched him out perfectly, hit all the right spots, and all Steve wanted to do was watch Billy’s face, see the way he scrunched his eyebrows and set his jaw. 

Billy could not conceal the smirk, he knew the effect he had on the fallen king. He slapped Steve’s asscheek again and jerked his head back a little more, “please, what?”

Eddie knew he should walk away, but god damn, there was something about the scene before him. Without even realizing it, he was palming himself over his jeans, stifling a gasp. At this moment, he did not know if he was more jealous of Harrington or Hargrove.

The sound heard next was something akin to a cry, enough to make any guy cream his pants, “please, sir,” Steve licked at his drying lips and reached back to grasp Billy’s hand, “Wa- Wanna see you,” Steve whined, making the tent in Eddie’s pants harden even more.

Billy smirked, pulling out of Steve long enough for the man to lay on his back against the Camaro. He grabbed ahold of Steve’s legs, lifting them up to rest on either of his shoulders before pressing a kiss to his right calf.

“What do you think they’d say if they found out you were such a cock slut for me, huh?” Billy’s tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he grabbed ahold of his cock with his other hand and slowly slid back into Steve’s ass before grabbing hold of his muscular thighs.

Steve gasped, head falling back against the cool hood of Billy’s car as Billy bottomed out into him. 

“Ah, shit,” he grasped at Billy’s hand, fingertips turning white from the grip, “do not care.”

Eddie carefully unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans before pulling his cock out. He wrapped a fist around it, stroking it slowly as he imagined he was fucking Harrington’s little asshole. Fuck, this was filthy. Eddie put his free hand over his mouth, stifling any noises threatening to spill from his lips. He knew this was wrong. He knew he should just get the hell out of there and rub one out in his van or wait until he got back to the trailer, but this was doing far more for him than his imagination could ever.

There were so many times after Steve and Billy had it out for each other during basketball days in gym class, Eddie would go home and jerk off to the thought. He would close his eyes and picture being above Steve like that, the pretty boy sweaty and frustrated, and whining. Meanwhile, beside them was Billy pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to Eddie’s shoulder while he went down on Steve. 

But now? He could be ashamed later. This is the next best thing and he can commit this scene to memory forever. He pumped his cock in time with Billy’s thrusts and it felt so good, too good, in fact. Just as Eddie was about to cum, his stomach sank for a completely different reason. Billy Hargrove’s baby blues were staring into his own. Eddie’s fist stilled, orgasm running for the hills. Fuck.

He quickly shoves his cock back into his underwear and prepares to run, but before he does, Billy winks at him. He fucking winks. 

Billy only smirks, bending down to capture Steve’s lips in a kiss. It was not sweet and tender, but sloppy and desperate, showing Eddie what he could not have. He stops thrusting into Steve, causing him to let out a lewd whine. He then whispers something to Steve that Eddie can not hear. Steve startles a bit, looking around until his eyes land on Eddie hiding behind the brush of the woods. 

Double fuck.

Steve turns back to Billy, nodding slowly. For what, Eddie has no idea. 

“Hey Munson, c’mere,” Billy calls out, tone commanding. 

Great. Either Eddie faces the consequences of his own actions right this moment, by getting scolded for watching, beat up, or both, or he just waits until tomorrow at school. Well. Best get it over with, then. 

“God dammit,” Eddie mutters, walking out from behind the brush to the clearing where Hargrove and Harrington were parked, “Look, I’m-”

Billy interrupts him with a tsk, merely beckoning him over with a motion of his hand, “I said come here. Do not make me ask again.”

Eddie picks up the pace and walks over to Billy, pretending the blush on his cheeks does not exist. He’s mortified he got caught, but something about it being by Billy Hargrove made it worse. He was dead meat. “You wanna watch so badly, all ya had to do was ask,” Billy snaps his hips forward, making Steve gasp, “Wanna watch me fuck Stevie here?”

Eddie swallows the lump in his throat and simply nods, not trusting his voice. Billy seems satisfied enough with his answer and begins thrusting into Steve again, working himself back up to his previous rhythm. He grunts, ready to cum with the way Steve keeps clenching around him. 

Steve peers into Billy's eyes, moaning with each thrust, each one getting more broken. Eddie bites his lip and tilts his head a little to watch the way Billy’s cock keeps disappearing into Steve’s ass. It’s a wonder how Steve takes the whole thing. 

“You wanna touch him, Munson?” Billy hums, feeling himself get closer to his own climax, as he watches Steve’s face scrunch tighter with each passing moment, “That okay with you, baby?”

Steve nods his head, reaching out to dig his fingertips into Billy’s hands as they held onto his thighs, “Jerk me off, Munson.”

Eddie did not have to be told twice. He stepped closer, taking Steve’s cock in his hand. It was pretty, just like him- shaven, smooth, and pink. Eddie jerked Steve off slowly at first, not wanting to overstimulate him so quickly. What an experience it was, though, watching King Steve be fucked like this, watching him slowly fall apart by the hands of Billy Hargrove and Eddie “the freak” Munson.

“Fuck! Don’t- don’t stop,” Steve moans loudly, head falling back against the hood of the car, knowing damn well he was spurring Billy on. Eddie’s own cock was straining against his pants more than it already was. Watching this up close? This was going to ruin his porn mags forever. Seeing the way Steve’s cheeks were pink, feeling his warm, leaking cock in his hand, and seeing each and every little mole that kissed his skin. Then Billy… his tone, tanned chest he always galivanted around gym class, his thick cock fucking Steve Harrington senseless. 

Eddie whimpered quietly as Steve came undone beneath them. He shuttered, spilling cum all over Eddie’s hand, clenching around Billy’s cock. Billy was close behind, grunting for a few more thrusts before stilling as he moaned lowly. He pulled out of Steve, cum seeping out of Steve’s ass. Eddie lets go of Steve, ready to wipe Steve’s cum on the hem of his shirt, but Billy catches his wrist. 

“You’re gonna be filthy, you’re gonna act the part,” Billy smirks, “lick up every. last. drop.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, but he complies, licking up Steve’s warm release, his dark eyes boring into Billy’s. 

“Good. Now fuck off, if I catch you pulling a stunt like this again, I’ll pound you until you’re seeing stars. Got it?”

Eddie nods stiffly and scurries off, disappearing into the brush to head back to his van. He was most certainly going to jerk off the moment he got to his van. Billy glares at his disappearing form and finally pulls out of Steve, cock slowly softening. Steve whines at the loss of contact and reaches out for Billy, pulling him in for a needy kiss. 

“Christ on a cross, it’s not everyday you learn somethin’ new ‘bout yourself,” he mumbles, climbing up onto the car so he could lay between Steve’s thighs while they made out. Steve made a non-committal noise, but he was not registering words, still in the post-orgasm haze.  Tonight was certainly a new discovery. Billy was more less trying to psych Munson out, he hadn’t expected the sex to be that much hotter. They may just have to invite Munson to join more often.

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