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wynnyfryd · 5 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 35

part 1 | part 34 | ao3

cw: Fred slander apologies to any Freds

“Okayyy,” Robin says with a shaky laugh as she points at everyone in the booth, going around the circle and introducing them in a single breath. “Amy-Tim-Vickie-Beth-Grant-Jordan-Fred, aaand Nancy. You, um, you already know— Nancy... r-right,” she stammers at Steve’s pointed glare, “so, um. Anyway!”

She grabs him by the shoulders; shoves him front and center like he’s a really cool new toy she brought to class for show-and-tell. “Everyone, this is Steve! Steve, this is—”

“You don’t have to say it again.”

“Oh, thank god.” She slides into the booth with a relieved huff, and Steve scoots in after her.

Despite the awkward tension and that bonkers introduction, everyone at the table does their best to act cool, to say hello and make him feel welcome while they wait for the band to start. Grant slides him the basket of fries, and Jordan compliments his watch, and Vickie asks if he’s coming to the last football game of the season, voice high and shy as she rambles about how ‘Robin’s solo in the halftime show is sooo good, you really should come see it!’ and wow.

Is Robin vain or something? She’s got a crush on a clone of herself.

Steve munches on fries and keeps an eye on the stage, hoping to catch Eddie before the show starts, and the whole thing’s… not so bad, actually. Kind of decent. Almost nice, until Fred fucking Benson ruins it. Steve’s saying something about the basketball team’s chances this season when the little asshole rolls his eyes and leans in to stage-whisper to Nancy loud enough for the whole table to hear, “The Hair? Seriously? What’s he even doing here?”

...Yeah, fuck this. “He’s getting a drink,” Steve says and storms off to the bar.

—

He’s not getting that drink.

Turns out a tenner isn’t a big enough bribe to get a bartender to break the law, so Steve nurses a diet Coke that he pretends is a lager and refuses to even look in the direction of the booth. Fucking Fred. What an asshole.

And what a stupid name, too, like— who looks at a baby and thinks, yep, looks like a Fred to me? Ugh.

Robin, bless her, has the good sense to leave him alone for a couple minute until he cools off, but then the music starts and she comes over to shout ‘stop moping and dance with me!’ and that’s the end of that.

—

The band is fucking awesome.

Steve doesn't know what he expected, but it wasn't this: high energy, tight rhythms, a driving beat that makes him want to dance. The bass reverberates through the floor, up his shins and through his chest, and for a second it almost feels like he has his hearing back, like his whole body is a wall of noise, filled with the wail of Eddie’s guitar, the scratchy rasp of his singing voice, and Eddie's…

Eddie’s amazing. Lightning in a bottle as he bounces around the stage, hips moving to the rhythm, fingers blurring over the frets. He looks so fucking hot. Denim vest, silver rings, jeans showing a delicious amount of skin — skin Steve has put his mouth on; tattoos he’s tasted with his tongue.

God, he can’t wait to kiss him. Is probably going to combust if it doesn’t happen tonight. Or like, come in his jeans, more realistically.

They dance and jump and shout along to the covers they recognize, and when Eddie dips backstage to let the band do an instrumental thing, Steve shakes the sweat out of his eyes and heads to the bar for a water.

—

"Mind if I join you?" Nancy asks.

Steve sighs. This is what he gets for wandering off alone. Robin's still by the stage, twirling Vickie around swing-style to a frantic, jazzy drum solo in a move that's actually pretty impressive even if it makes no sense with the music, and Steve resigns himself to his fate and nods at the empty stool beside him.

They sip their drinks in silence — awkward and charged, old hurts hanging between them like static waiting to strike. "Sorry about Fred," she says eventually. "And- and for me, too, I guess."

Steve huffs a laugh. Appreciates the sentiment, even if it doesn't change anything. "It's fine."

She glances over at him, that journalistic focus etched into her face. “How are you?” she asks softly.

Another laugh under his breath. He thinks about answering her honestly, just to entertain himself. Pictures the way her face would fall as he went on and on: "Oh, you know. My mom left me to go ‘rest' in Evanston, like I don’t know that means she went to rehab without saying a goddamn word, and when I called my aunt to yell at her about it, she said some ice cold shit about how I should be happy my mom left me, because now I can keep the money from the lot fees all to myself, and I said ‘what lot fees?’ and it turns out mom had been hiding, like, a lot of money from me while I stressed out about our budget for months. Oh! And also my dad’s dead, but you knew that already. And also I want to hump my neighbor against a brick wall so bad my dick is turning purple. How are you?"

"...Steve?" she tries after a moment.

“I’m good,” he settles on. Gives the bullshit answer because that's all they've ever been to each other, isn't it? Bullshit. "Yeah, I'm good," he tells her, "and you?"

"I'm fine." Her smile is tight, bags under her tired eyes, and then she sighs out long and slow, "Actually, I'm not. Everything's been..."

Steve tries to listen, but he just can't bring himself to care. Doesn't want to hear about whatever drama she's going through with the guy she dumped him for. And then Eddie comes back out on stage, and he's looking out into the crowd, and no fucking way is Steve letting him look over here and think he's cozied up with Nance. No fucking way. Nancy's ruined enough good things for him already.

"Sorry," he cuts her off, not feeling sorry at all as he stands up and walks off without looking back at her.

"Steve?" She calls after him. "Hey- wait!"

Steve makes his way to the front of the crowd.

“Howdy,” Eddie greets the room, stepping up to the mic with a Hollywood-worthy grin. His guitar’s strapped over his back, the neck pointing to the ground, and he looks so good up there. So comfortable and real.

And his outfit's different now. The denim vest is gone, and he's wearing a cut off tank top. The tank top; the one he wore that night, loose around the arms to expose his pretty, painted ribs. Steve looks up at him, transfixed. Like staring straight at the sun.

“How’s everybody doing?”

The group at the stage all whoop and cheer, and Eddie laughs delightedly; thanks them all for coming, thanks the tech and service crews. He introduces the band next, pointing each member out by name and letting them do a little solo, and then he swings his guitar over his shoulder and says, “We got one last song for you tonight!”

More cheering from the crowd. Eddie plants his feet and scans the room, a small, secret smile lighting up his gorgeous face when his eyes land on Steve. Just for a second before he looks away, but that smile stays firm, and Steve knows the next words are meant for him.

“Now, this isn’t our usual style, but uh… a little birdie told me someone here might need to hear this.”

Eddie strums his guitar. The opening notes of Go Your Own Way ring out, sped up and made grittier to fit the band's sound. Steve’s heart is in his throat.

“Good morning, sweetheart," Eddie beams as his bandmates join in, "this one’s for you.”

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part 36

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upsidedownmvnson · 1 year

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the challenge | eddie munson

warnings: angst, hurt, kinda eddies pov, stupid long & tropey, barely edited

AN: i just love the angst sorry :) also this is the worst trope ever but I LOVE IT. I eat it up. also i know i overuse italics its my fatal flaw. willing to do requests & taglists btw <3

i'm not sure how many words per se but it looks really long so

"I'll give you a hundred bucks if you can get any of the cheerleaders to go on a date with you."

After band practice, the conversation had devolved into who had school the band thought was hot.

"Please," Eddie tried to scoff off the idea. "When has that idea ever gone well?"

"I'll also give you a hundred," Jeff said, adding to the fire. They probably didn't expect him to go for it. But he could use two hundred bucks...

Eddie rolled the idea around in his mind. Who would he even ask? There was Chrissy Cunningham, she's sweet... but he was pretty sure she was dating Jason, and the last thing Eddie needed was more problems from that guy. But there was you.

You were different. You were still a cheerleader at Hawkins, sitting with the populars and shaking your pom-poms at every game. But you smiled at Eddie in the hall sometimes. And he'd noticed you'll talk to anyone. You weren't mean. So he could probably charm his way into one little date, and then after the date inevitably goes terribly, he'll collect his easy money and you will go on, blissfully unaware.

It's not like you guys would get along or anything.

"What happens if I lose?" Eddie asked.

"You have to put on an embarassing show in the cafeteria," Jeff said. "And easy one."

"Okay," Eddie said after a long silence, "I'll take your money."

The next day at school, Eddie was sitting on the stairs across from your locker like a predator. It was still forty minutes until first bell, so there were very few people in the halls. He had this whole plan in mind. First, he'd wow you with his natural charm, and then leave you lingering in mystery. Easier said than done, when you came walking down the hallway with a skip in your step and a smile on your face.

It made him feel guilty about this whole thing. But you would never know, so what was the harm?

He approached you slowly, slowly panicking about the idea of bothering you. What if you told the basketball team he was bothering you? What if you acted like he grabbed you, or something...

He fears were cut off by you casually saying, "Hey Eddie."

You knew his name? Why did it sound so nice coming from you?

It's because secretly you were always aware of Eddie. There was something about him that always held your attention. After seeing him for a days, you'd become a closeted metal fan. It started to impress him, but you actually did start to like it. You'd always tried to catch his eye, but it was like he didn't really see you.

"Hey, morning," he said, mind focused on his objective. But it was harder when actually looking down at you. You were pretty cute. You had beautiful eyes.

"Good morning," you said, pleasantly confused at the situation. You noticed Eddie had gotten up when you got closer. "Were you waiting for me?"

"Oh, ha, you noticed that," he said, grabbing your locker door as you opened it, and leaned on it, unintentionally making a show of his hand gripping the edge of the locker.

You felt a flutter in your chest, "Well, what can I do for you?"

"I've seen you here early before," Eddie mused, as if he'd ever been here early, but he had his intel. "Thought I could give you a little company."

"That's sweet," you said, smiling like you were hiding a laugh. "I've never seen you around before class. Only coming in late."

"I'm shocked at such an accusation," he said, leaning closer. "It hurts to believe you think so lowly of me." There was a level of teasing in his tone that made butterflies erupt within you.

"You know," you started, "I was supposed to go see Halloween 3 tonight but my girlfriends chickened out..."

"Oh yeah?"

"Well I still want to go," you said. You couldn't hint anymore if you tried. "Are you looking for company tonight?"

"What?" Eddie couldn't mask his surprise. He was supposed to come over here and charm you into a date, but... you asked him?? "Uh yeah, I can take you to the movies."

"What time is your club done? We can go after that," you said, smiling. You were just trying to be considerate, but you were making Eddie weak in the knees. Were you really this aware of him? If anything, he was wondering why you cared more than how you knew.

"I'll see when the late shows plays and make sure we'll be there," he said, "just give me your address, I'll pick you up."

The blush on your cheeks made him smile, but the gentle touch of your hand as you grabbed his arm and pushed the sleeve up, using a marker to write down the street and and number. Eddie was totally at your mercy by this point, but you just had to make worse by bringing his arm up to your face to kiss what you'd written, looking up at him with the devil in your eye.

"Kiss from a maiden has to boost luck, right?"

Suddenly, the terms of the game changed. You asked him out. It was not what he expected. He expected it would take several days before he finally asked you out. He had this whole plan in his mind, and you just... you kissed him on the arm, like it was a normal thing for you to do to him. Now he didn't really want the money, he just wanted you to that again. Feel your soft touch. Anything that would put that look back into your eye.

Everyone at Hellfire could see that Eddie was distracted. His campaign was nothing less than infallible as per usual, but his theatrics were toned down, and he was fumbling over the dice as if he wasn't always paying total attention.

After the session, Jeff and Gareth hung around. Mainly to check on their friend.

"I have to go," Eddie said, fumbling with his bag. He didn't want to tell the guys about you. He didn't want to pop the fantasy of having you all to himself. Not yet.

Eddie still had it in his mind that the date would flop. What chance did he have to impress someone like you? This whole situation was spiralling quickly. And he fucking knew better than to take a stupid bet issued at midnight after a bunch of beers. He should've called it off right there, he should've said it's stupid and objectifying the cheerleaders and that was mean, but he said nothing. He just packed his things, and told his friends he'd see them later.

He didn't have time to go change, he didn't want you to miss your movie because of him. And he was just really anxious to see you again. There was a small part of his brain, a little nagging brain cell, telling him that maybe... just maybe, this date will go well and he can get you to look at him with a sparkle in your eyes.

Your house was right in the middle of suburbia, which had Eddie losing his cool slowly. You were different, and he knew that already, but it was a comfort to remind himself as he drove passed identical, picket fenced houses. Your house was no different. Picket fence, flowers in the window sill, green grass mowed to the same height.

He parked the van and got out, walking through the gate and up the short cobblestone path leading up to your front door. He brought a knuckle up to your door, tapping lightly twice. Maybe you would bail and he wouldn't have to be the bad guy anymore. He looked at the flowers beside the house, and mentally kicked himself for not bringing you anything for you. You deserved flowers.

But you were there, waiting to answer the door a few moments after he knocked. You had counted to ten in your head before he answered, not wanting to seem too keen.

"Hey," you said, dazzling him again with an innocent smile. His voice was stuck in his throat as he looked at you. Eddie hadn't expected your cheerleading outfit or anything... but what didn't expect was a cropped Slayer shirt. It looked like you had cut it yourself, but he couldn't let himself get caught staring at the frayed edges, because that's where the exposed skin was, tempting him to look. Or worse, tempting him to reach out, running his calloused fingers over the skin that looked painfully soft.

"Hey," he say quietly, still trying to wrap his head around what was happening. How had he managed to fuck this up before talking to you for the first time? "Sorry I didn't get flowers or change or do anything all at to impress you. I kinda rushed right from school."

"You want to impress me?"

Eddie's mind was reeling. "Is there anyone out there who doesn't?"

You giggled, and Eddie didn't think he could take it anymore. If he just spilled his guts right now, he could stop himself a world of confusion. After this, he'd probably be stuck with the image of you for weeks. He's probably caused him heartache and pain when this doesn't work out. Or... worse... it does work out and one of his idiot friends tells you how this started, and then he was still heartbroken and fucked.

Eddie said nothing as he led you to the van.

On the way to the movies it was quiet, but not uncomfortable. You asked him about his day, which made him blush because, it's a simple that people never really asked him. Especially beautiful cheerleaders.

He didn't know how he was supposed to forget this. How could he continue to drive Jeff and Gareth around while he's seen you in his passenger seat... with a Slayer shirt on.

"Can I pick something?" you asked, finding a small stash of cassettes under the seat.

"Sure," he said. He's pretty sure he would've let you do whatever you wanted, as long as you stayed beside him in this van forever.

You slipped the current tape out, and slipped in Metallica. Fight Fire with fire came on and you sat back in your seat.

"Why this one?" he asked. He wanted to know. He wanted you to give some cheesy answer so he could figure out an excuse to not like you, to fight all the reasons he was starting to like you anyway. It was just a shirt, maybe you didn't listen to them at all.

"For Whom the Bell Tolls is my favourite right now," you said casually.

"What about Slayer? What's your favourite?"

"You quizzin' me?" you quipped, laughing as Eddie widened his eyes. You cut him off before he could apologize. "Die by the Sword." You drummed your fingers absentmindedly against your jeans. "Always had this fantasy about riding into battle, yaknow, Lord of the Rings style."

"Who are you?" Eddie asked, fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter. "You like Lord of the Rings and Slayer." He said it as a fact, not a question. With every casual answer you gave, a knife was turning in his stomach, reminding him that he was the bad guy. He took a stupid bet, from his stupid friends, and it was keeping him from enjoying this moment fully. There was a little voice reminding him that what he's doing, is shit people like Jason Carver would do.

"Yes, and?"

And nothing. You were just casting a spell on Eddie that he would need a miracle to undo. "So you're a hidden freak."

"Being hidden is lame," you said, "I wouldn't lie if they asked."

"Who is they?" he asked.

"The other cheerleaders, the jocks, anyone at school really."

"You don't get along with the other cheerleaders?"

"No, I do. They're my girls. <3" You smiled, biting the skin beside your thumb. "I just don't talk about fantasy epics with them, they're not really interested."

"I don't know," he teased, pulling into the movie theatre parking lot. "You don't really seem like any cheerleaders I know."

"And how many cheerleaders do you know?"

He laughed, parking the car. He was starting to ease into it a little more. Enjoying your presence while he can. "Fair enough."

"Shaking those pom-poms is going to get me a scholarship, and a scholarship will get me out of here." The words were less airy and playful than the rest had been. He'd taken note of your serious tone when talking about getting out of here. There was hardly a line, most of the movies started a couple minutes earlier, there were just a few Halloween stragglers.

"In a rush out of here?" he asked. He wanted to know everything about you.

"You could say that," you said. "I don't have a problem with Hawkins but my parents are... I just..." you trailed off. "Let's not ruin a good time."

He nodded, not needing to hear anything else. After light squabbling about who would pay for the tickets, Eddie passed his money over to the ticket guy, who had an obvious line of sight to your stomach. Or maybe it was your chest he was staring at, either away, Eddie was finding it really annoying. He used his arm to gently guide you behind him, blocking most of the box office employees view.

He felt protective over you. Which is ironic, because at the start of the day he had a plan to woo you, to take you on a date for a bet. And now, he wanted to protect you from hurt.

The worst kind of hypocrite.

The conversation died when the two of you shuffled into the little theatre. The movie had been out long enough that it wasn't too busy. It was nice, being in the dark together, silently watching the movie. You weren't really scared, but you still liked it. Eddie however, wasn't loving it as much as you.

Eddie was having such a nice time, that he was able to push the bet out of his mind completely.

After the movie, pretty much everything was closed, except the 24 hour diner a little bit down the highway, so that's where he took you. He drove about twenty minutes just to eat greasy cheeseburgers and sickeningly sweet milkshakes because he just couldn't bare for this night to be over yet.

"Guess I gotta get you home," Eddie said after the food. "It's already passed midnight."

"Oh that's okay," you said, leaving money on the table for food. "They'll be gone until next week anyway. I don't they'd care when I got home."

Eddie wanted to ask, but he could tell your parents weren't something you liked to talk about.

"Well, if we've both nowhere to be, maybe we should stick together."

"Why don't you take me home anyway and we can watch another movie."

"I'd like that."

The ride back to your place seemed shorter, or maybe he was just excited to see where you live. He wanted to see your room. He was so curious about you. He just wanted to know everything.

Your house was quiet, pitch black and lonely... like it always was. You let him in, and he awkwardly shuffled in behind you. He copied what you did by taking your shoes off by the door. Your house opened into the living room, with stairs right beside.

"Can I see your room?" he asked, half expecting you to say no but you answered with a quick "sure!" and led him up the stairs. He watched your ass the whole time you walked ahead of him.

"It's kinda boring," you said, opening the door. There wasn't really much to it. A few posters on the wall; a couple were bands he liked and there were a few movie posters too. Your cassettes were all stacked on your desk neatly, and there were vinyls beside that, a small table there to hold the record player. He was talking and poking through them, while you sat on the bed, watching him intently. He was shocked to see you actually had some of the same things he did. And you... you had bands he didn't know. One day, he was totally going to borrow those.

He kept chatting as he poked around. This morning, neither one of you could have predicted being here like this. He stopped talking mid sentence, and you could see him looking more at the desk than the music now. You curiously tried to peak at what he was looking at.

"Is this a dnd character sheet?" he asked.

"Oh!" you laughed, standing and joining him by the desk. "Yeah, it is. I'd been trying to work up the nerve to ask you to teach me, but, I guess I didn't have to."

And just like that, you had him.

You had him totally and fully and he wished he'd never taken that stupid challenge with his stupid friends about the stupid money. His mind was emotional soup.

"You were gunna ask me to teach you dungeons and dragons?" he asked, totally stunned into silence, again.

"Well..." you blushed, turning away from him. He saw it though. "I kind of have a crush on you, Eddie. Maybe before tonight it wasn't like... real, because I didn't actually know you but..." You smiled, so soft and sweet, it made Eddie feel warm and vulnerable. "Now I know it is real."

What was he supposed to do? Look at you while you're vulnerable like that and just tell you what he's done? No shot. No fucking way would he let any of his dumb choices get in the way of, whatever this was going to be.

"I like you, too," he said finally, smiling back at you. The problem was, while it was true, it didn't feel as genuine. He did like you, but that's not how it started.

And what was he supposed to do when you looked like you wanted a kiss? Not kiss you? That would be rude.

Eddie leaned in slowly, and so did you. He brought his hand up, coddling your face and brushing a thumb over your cheek. He said, "you're so beautiful," before closing the gap and putting his mouth on yours. It was small, mouths parted and puckered, moving slowly. It was a short kiss, but a tender first one.

Until you said, "sorry if I'm not a good kisser, I haven't done much kissing," with a blush.

"You haven't done much kissing?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry I'm so... inexperienced."

"No, it's okay! I don't really get to kiss anyone either."

"You can kiss me whenever you want," you said, bounce in your step as you grabbed his hand and led him back downstairs.

You let him pick a movie while you set up the couch with some blankets. He settled beside you one the couch once the movie started, and you snuggled into his side as if you owned it. Which may as well be true already, and passed out within five minutes of the movie starting. He told himself sternly that he would leave when the movie was over, and he did mean it. But he also rested his head on yours and tried to fall asleep before he saw any credits.

Which he did.

Monday morning rolling around was another one of Eddie's punishments. The bliss of his imaginary life came hurdling towards the end, and it was filling him with anxiety. Like, so fucking much anxiety.

At school, he'd be unable to avoid his friends. Eddie had spent much of Saturday morning lounging at your house with you. You two made breakfast, listened to some music, and then watched a movie. He had to leave eventually, since he didn't want to kiss you with morning breath. But he'd called you that night... and the one after that. He just couldn't get enough of you.

Eddie had avoided his best friends most of the morning, mostly by just being late. Unfortunately, that also had meant he'd avoided you. He'd hoped you'd come into the cafeteria first. He was biting his nails, his leg rapidly shaking up and down. You had said he can kiss you anytime... did that mean school, too? He hoped so. He hoped you would come into the freaking cafeteria.

But his fantasy bubble had officially popped when Jeff grabbed him by the shoulders from behind, scaring him.

"Bud, you've been holding out on us."

"What are you talking about?" Eddie asked. Gareth and Jeff sat at the table with him.

"Same thing that everyone is talking about, you and y/n."

"What?" Eddie had been so focused on not talking to anyone that he hadn't heard anything.

"Someone's sister saw you leaving her house on Saturday, and I distinctly remember you rushing out of Hellfire on Friday."

"What are people saying?"

"Some are saying drugs, some are saying you guys have sex. Did you? Did you have sex with her?"

"No," Eddie said, effectively wiping the smile off Gareth's face. "But I may have slept there."

His friends looked at each other, and then at him, and Eddie took one selfish moment to be excited about it. It was his fatal mistake.

"Are you guys gunna go out again?" Jeff asked. Eddie grinned, and nodded.

"Well, a deal is a deal. Here goes all my savings on some dumb bet," Gareth said.

They should've had a sign, some bat signal that Eddie could show above the entire student body that would get his best friends to shut the fuck up because you were behind them, walking closer and smiling at Eddie with that same sweet smile on your face.

You must have slipped in when he was talking to the guys. He tried to shush Gareth without being obvious, but Gareth was being so fucking loud. If he didn't shut up soon you were going to hear him. Eddie's heart was racing. Jeff kicked Gareth, but apparently not hard enough because he just kept talking.

Eddie's heart was going to beat out of his chest... like in Alien...

"I can't believe you got y/n on a date in like, one day." Gareth scoffed. "Maybe you let her in on it for some of the money. Last time I make a bet with you losers."

And it was like watching a star die. Your beautiful smile gone, replaced with a quivering lip and a look in your eye that reflected agony, instead of the little bit of trouble he loved so much. Eddie was going to throw up. For a second you two just looked at each other, Eddie had his hands an inch off the table, he was shaking.

He fucking knew this scenario never worked out for anyone.

And then you were running out of there, and he was hot on your heels. It must have looked bad, you running out crying while Eddie chased you. After rumors of drugs deals and scandalous sex, the fire was most definitely stoked.

Eddie shouted after you, following you all the way outside. Out there, where no one was really lingering, you turned around. There were a few tears rolling down your cheeks, and you chewed on the skin of your lip.

"Please tell me that it doesn't mean what it sounds like," you begged, stepping closer. The hurt tone of your voice sent a dagger into his chest with every word. He did this. "If you can just-" you hiccuped, "tell me that. Then we can go to the diner and we can go, we can go wherever you want. Anywhere. Just tell me that it wasn't what it sounded like."

Eddie didn't say anything. He couldn't.

He didn't have anything good enough to say.

You just watched him with tears in your eyes. It seemed like you were begging him with your eyes. He wished he had anything to tell you. It wasn't what it seemed like, or maybe it was for a good cause. But he didn't have anything.

"But," you cried, "but you said you liked me."

"I do like you," he said quickly, his voice surprisely hoarse. Being able to say something true made him spring into action. "I like you so much. I'm so sorry, I'm really so so fucking sorry, but please. Just let me make it up to you. Obviously I don't want the money, I was going to tell them it's off but I just... I didn't, I don't know why. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"What was the bet?"

"What?"

"What were the terms and conditions of the bet?"

"Is that... really productive..." he trailed off when he looked at you. Eddie sighed, and looked to his feet for some kind of comfort. He found none. "Two hundred bucks for a date with any of the cheerleaders. If I fail I embarrass myself at purpose at school."

"You were right that wasn't productive," you said.

"I'm so sorry," he said, "I can still fix it."

"Do what you want. I'm going home."

"Let me take you."

"No, no... you've done plenty, thanks."

And against what he really wanted, he let you go. If you didn't want him around right now he wouldn't push it. Eddie would just have to fix this. He had a plan to woo you once, he could do it again. But this time it would be because he knows he can treat you right. He can be the guy you deserve. He would bring you flowers. He'd never hurt you.

...this was just a really bad example... that's all.

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foreingersgod · 14 days

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You’re so talented could you write something about like messy and lazy make out session wifh caitlin?

ugh i can’t stop thinking about this, thanks for the request anon ;)

Lost in your touch . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: you and caitlin can’t keep your hands off each other

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it had been a long day. you had a huge presentation for one of your biology courses, a hectic night at work, and you still had to make dinner and finish up some chores. you just wanted to crash into your bed the second you walked through the door, but the growl of you stomach and the idea of having a clean kitchen changed your mind.

caitlin was away for a game tonight. your lack of attendance only due to the fact that you had work, but you assured her that you’d force your manager to cast in on one the restaurants TV’s so you could watch. plus you promised you’d be waiting for her when she got back home.

you pulled out the groceries you’d bought last weekend when you dragged caitlin along and you began preparing dinner. you felt your eyelids slightly drooping as you stood at the stove. the scent of burning vegetables quickly woke you up, however. once the food was done, you set a plate aside for yourself, and threw the rest into the fridge for caitlin when she got home.

for 22, love you! you scribbled onto a post-it note, sticking it to the container.

you sat at the kitchen island and ate in silence, still trying to fight off sleep. your body ached and your head pounded. yet, you found the strength to get up and wash your dishes and clean the rest of the kitchen.

both of your legs felt heavy when you eventually walked up the stairs to your shared bedroom with cait. the site of your neatly made bed nearly brought you to happy tears, you just wanted to lay down for the night. as you changed into your pajamas and washed your face before bed, you couldn’t stop thinking about when caitlin was going to be home. your bed, her arms wrapped around your waist, her gentle kisses; it sounded like absolute heaven.

when you finally got settled in, letting your head fall against the satin pillowcase, you heard the front door unlock and the hinges creaking. heavy footsteps followed. you’d recognize them from anywhere.

after a long wait for her to make it up the stairs, caitlin gently opened the door to your bedroom, slightly shocked to see you still awake.

“hey, baby” she walked over to your side of the bed and gently kissed your forehead “you waited up for me?”

“course i did, honey” you smiled back, eyes hardly even open at this point “i missed you, you did so good tonight”

“thanks, but i’m absolutely beat” she dragged over to her closet, changing into her night clothes and into the bathroom to wash away the stress of the game.

when she emerged from the bathroom, you could tell she was just as tired as you were. she often overworked herself when it came to basketball, always wanting to play her best, be the best, win every time, the list goes on. so when she came home like this, you knew the game must’ve been tougher than normal.

she crawled into bed next to you, arms instinctively wrapping around your waist and prodding her face into the crook of your neck. her much needed sigh of relief tickled the sensitive skin of your jaw. you smiled, content that she was home here with you.

the both of you laid like that for a few moments, reveling in each others embrace, your fingers tracing light patterns on the bare skin of her forearm. then caitlin moved slightly away from you, creating a band of space between her face and your neck.

she began slowly kissing your neck. her lips warm and soft, beckoning a moan from deep in your throat. she continued kiss up and down your jaw, slowly making her way down your neck and eventually to your collarbone where she tugged at the neckline of your shirt.

“i need this so bad, baby” she breathed “please let me do this”

with your eyes still closed, you nodded, lazily pulling your shirt over your head to give her easier access. it left you bare, all except your underwear and shorts, letting her run her hands across your torso.

she wasted no time pulling you onto her lap, still kissing at you shoulder and leaving faint purple marks on your skin. your breathing became shallow as her calloused hands found your breasts, kneading gently, her lips working their way back up to yours. her tongue fought past your lips, finding yours to further deepen the kiss. you moaned into her mouth as you tugged at the bottom hem of her shirt. with little hesitation she allowed you to pull it over her head. now it was your turn to caress her, lightly running your hands over the curves and dips in her skin, studying every mole and birthmark with your fingertips.

there you were, pressed tightly together in bed on a friday night, lazily making out. nothing more. neither of you attempted anything else, too entranced in each others company that you couldn’t be bothered to pull away from the others lips. too tired to even think of taking things further. you just wanted to revel in each others presence, to show how badly you missed each other.

it felt like it had been hours. to be honest, you don’t think you could have stopped even if it was. caitlin pulled your bottom lip in between her teeth, nipping at it slightly before indulging in another sweet kiss. her hands sat at the sides of your breasts while her thumbs massaged at the supple skin. your hands, no longer roaming over her abdomen, were now making its way to her messy hair. being as soft as humanly possible, you pulled out her pony tail, letting her brown hair fall around her face.

you pulled away from her for a quick moment to get a good look at her, allowing your fingers to whisk the rogue hair away from her face. her eyes flickered open at the loss of your lips on hers, the light of the moon creeping through the curtains allowed you to see all of her.

“you’re so beautiful, cait” you whispered, so tired you were starting to lose your voice.

her cheeks began to glow an irresistible pink as she smiled at you “must’ve not seen yourself recently” she whispered back, leaning back in to kiss you some more.

this must be what heaven is, you thought to yourself, lips still exploring hers. when you’ve both grown old, spent the entirety of your lives together, and it’s time to leave this earth, you hope this is what’s at the end. just you and your lover, lost in each others touch.

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Upside Down to Inside Out Chapter 2

Fic Summery: It has been four months since anyone has heard from Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson. After the Events of the Upside Down, he skips town, leaving you to reflect on the fallout and how your relationship changed during the battle for Hawkins. 1

Chapter Summery: Hellfire goes to the Championship game and Team Surfer Boy looks for El.

Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, no use of y/n, reader is not described, sfw

May 1986

You hadn’t been to a school basketball game since you were in middle school when you’d been dragged by a few friends with the promise of free food. This wasn’t much different, with the school marching band blasting music and the excited chatter of what seemed to be the whole school anxiously waiting for the game to start.

Eddie had disappeared for a few hours after the final bell rang, only appearing at the last minute to meet you with the rest of Hellfire outside of the gym. He smelled faintly of weed covered with some cheap cologne to avoid suspicion. Shit, that would have been a good idea to have a joint before this.

Despite his assumed inebriated state, Eddie still held a firm frown on his face that made you wince internally. It was clear he was still upset with the change of plans for the evening, and you didn’t blame him, you really didn’t. But this was something important to a friend, and you hoped he could at least pretend to care long enough for Lucas to see his friends coming out to support him.

His mood affected the others as well, or at least the more impressionable ones of Jeff and Gareth, who had been in Hellfire the longest. Gareth had always looked up to Eddie, and had always been one to fall in line first with the DM, imitating whatever emotion Eddie had to almost a comical degree.

Tonight it wasn’t funny, Gareth’s scowl at you seemed to be overkill compared to Eddie’s look of annoyance from having to be here. Jeff and Zack were talking to each other, probably going over some strategy that their characters would use when the final session did happen. Dustin and Mike looked like they had a d4 up their asses from the way they were nervously looking between you and Eddie.

It always came down to between you and Eddie. Somehow in the year and a half that you’d been a part of Hellfire, you had become his second-in-command with the club. You hadn’t set out to do it, but while Eddie was good at actually running the campaigns you were better at making sure that Higgins didn’t have any reason to disband the club and sweet talking the drama teacher into letting everyone use the prop room for the meetings.

Hell, you’d been the one to actually make sure that the yearbook club came to take everyone’s photo as proof that you all existed in the school.

“So,” Dustin said, trying to shift the mood a little. “Should we go inside? I think it’s about to start.”

“Yup, I got everyone’s tickets.” you said, pulling out six slips of paper from your back pocket and handing them out.

“How’d you get so many tickets to this game?” Jeff asked, looking at the ticket and then at you.

“I have connections.” you shrugged. The connection being your piggy bank at home that was now starving. You’d probably have to go without your usual supply from Eddie for a while, but it would be worth it, though. You all would make it through the game, Lucas would be happy, and then you all would be able to meet up over Spring Break, beat Eddie’s campaign together as a team, come back to school, graduate, and then maybe you’d finally consider telling Eddie-

“Henderson!”

Everyone looked up to see Steve Harrington of all people walking towards the group. There was a pretty blond girl on his arm, who looked confused as to why she was being ushered towards the freaks of Hawkins.

Dustin had mentioned a few times that he was friends with Steve, and you had honestly thought he was joking. He’d acted like the two of them went on life threatening adventures together, and that Steve was some sort of badass. Mike had backed him up, which added a little bit of credit to his account as Steve had infamously dated Mike’s sister at some point.

But now there was no doubt in the world that Dustin and Steve knew each other. Both of their faces lit up and soon they were doing some sort of dorky secret handshake that shattered any previous perception that you had of King Steve. You covered your mouth with your hand, trying not to laugh too much and immediately looked over at Eddie, as if to say ‘Are you seeing this?’.

Eddie was looking back at you out of the corner of his eye, his lips slightly parted and his eyebrows raised. Yes, he was indeed seeing this, and he looked just as baffled as you were.

The two of you glanced back at the scene and you looked over at the blond girl who seemed equally as baffled at her date’s sudden burst of dorkiness.

“I thought you had your nerd club on Fridays!” Steve said, clearly pleased that Dustin was holding a ticket to the game.

“Yeah we, uh, were able to reschedule for Lucas! Eddie was generous enough to postpone the final session so that we could cheer on the Tigers.” Dustin said, trying to give Eddie credit for the good deed. You couldn’t tell if the attempt at flattery had helped or hurt, as Eddie was reminded why you all were outside of the Gym and not safely tucked away in the prop department.

Steve looked at Eddie, and there was just something weird about seeing the King and the Freak acknowledging each other in any way. Steve had never so much as glanced at another member of the Hellfire Club, despite his former reputation of being a jackass. You had assumed that you all were beneath him, and yet there was an undeniable real friendship between him and Dustin.

“Yeah, that’s great!” Steve said, turning his attention back to Dustin. Guess he didn’t know what to say to Eddie, who also didn’t seem to know how to handle this bizarre scenario.

Steve’s date tugged on his arm, clearly ready to go inside and be around normal people again. Steve and Dustin bumped fists, and he gave everyone else a polite enough parting, making eye contact with you for a moment before the two turned to head into the gym.

“I’m sorry, was that Steve Harrington that just came over and was willingly seen next to us with a girl?” Jeff asked, looking around at everyone. “Am I dreaming?”

“That sure was.” you said, as Steve and his date disappeared behind the double doors.

“He’s cool!” Dustin said defensively. “He’s not as bad as you think he is.”

“Didn’t he vandalize the movie theater downtown to call Mike’s sister a slut?” Zack asked, and Eddie’s eyes widened.

“Jesus.” he muttered.

“Shut up.” said Mike, glaring at Zack.

“Alright, that’s enough!” you said, placing yourself between the two. “How about we all just go inside, we’ve stalled long enough.”

In a sea of Hawkin’s Tigers green, the Hellfire club stood out like sore thumbs with their matching shirts. The six of you had managed to find a few spaces on the bleachers to stand around in. You, Eddie, and Jeff were standing a row above Dustin, Mike, Gareth, and Zack. The seven of you barely had time to file into the gym and grab spots before the team was running out onto the court.

You made sure to cheer as loudly as you could as Lucas ran onto the court with the rest of the team, only losing in enthusiasm to Mike and Dustin. You swear, the only other time you had ever seen Lucas’s face light up like that was was when his character had pulled off a near impossible bluff check last semester that could have ended badly for everyone in the party. It was worth pissing off the whole club, if anything just for this. Even Eddie managed to bring himself to clap with a grimace. You wished that he understood that this wasn’t the end of the world to support his friend.

Then again, you’d been lucky enough to fly under the radar at Hawkins High. You hadn’t endured the same level of bullying that everyone else in this club had, even on the days that you wore your Hellfire shirt.

Everyone’s attention was brought back to the court when Higgins was announcing for everyone to stand for the national anthem.

Tammy Thompson couldn’t carry a tune in the bucket. You were once again looking to meet Eddie’s eyes as the second most bizarre thing to happen today happened. She came back to Hawkins from Nashville to sing at a school function? This day kept getting weirder.

“Do you think Nashville kicked her out?” Eddie asked, leaning into you. You snorted and elbowed him. It was reassuring that he was at least talking to you and making a joke.

Tweeeeeeeet

The whistle blew and within a few minutes it was clear that you and the rest of Hellfire was completely lost. The baseline of everyone’s knowledge of the game was that the ball needed to go in the laundry basket hoop, anything beyond that might as well be calculus.

Jeff and Zack lost interest pretty quickly, almost immediately turning to chat with each other rather than watch the game. When it became clear that Lucas was going to be sitting on the bench, yet again, everyone took their seats and started ignoring whatever was happening on the court. The only ones even trying to figure out what was going on were Dustin and Zack.

“So... how does everyone think the adventure’s going?” you asked, seeing the glazed look in everyone’s eyes as you tried to lighten the mood.

“We aren’t on an adventure.” Gareth was looking at you like you were crazy.

“Yeah, we would be on an adventure if we didn’t have to be here.” muttered Jeff.

“Oh, come on.” you rolled your eyes. “It’s not even that bad. Yeah we have no idea what’s going on, and the person we came to support and cheer on is on the bench-”

“You are terrible at pep talks, mom.” Zack said.

“I’m better than Jason Carver!” you pointed out, remembering his horrible pep talk this morning at the pep rally.

“A mime is better at pep talks than Jason Carver.” Mike said.

“Yeah the bar for that is in Hell.” Added Dustin.

“Gee, thanks guys-” you started.

“Wait what happened at the pep rally?” Eddie asked, much to your surprise. You knew he skipped, having looked for him earlier in the day in the bleachers but you didn’t think he’d bother to show an interest.

“He basically said that when their team was losing, he told them to think of dead students and Hopper and how they’d want the team to win.” you provided. “It was really distasteful and gross.”

Eddie looked even more unimpressed that he was here now. “You all could be fighting cultists right now instead of this.” he said, gesturing to the players on the court. “It’s not too late to head to the room, you know.”

He grunted when you punched him in the arm, glaring at him. “Absolutely not.” you said firmly. You’d already have to miss out on anything that required money for the next month getting everyone tickets to this game. “Besides, who says that we aren’t already fighting cultists?”

He looked at you skeptically, as did the rest of Hellfire. Sometimes, it was hard playing the ‘Team Mom’, the ‘Bad Cop’, the ‘Cheerleader’ as Jeff once even called you much to your distaste.

“Look around, everyone’s wearing the same outfit!” you said. “The basketball team is clearly performing some sort of ancient money ritual-”

“I’m sorry, a money ritual?” Gareth asked.

“Wait, that makes sense!” piped up Dustin. “Doesn’t the school get extra funding if the sports team does well?”

You pointed at Dustin, thankful for the assist. “Exactly! See? So the team’s doing this crazy ritual with a rival cult, right? And everyone in town is showing up because they want in on it, even if they won’t get any of the benefits because the money’s just gonna be funneled back into the cult.”

“You know, she’s starting to make some sense.” Zack said slowly.

“I do that often.” You looked back at Eddie. “You said it yourself that Sinclair’s been taken in by the dark side, see? He joined a cult!” You pointed to the bench where Lucas was watching the game intently.

Eddie followed your gaze and you saw that crack of a smile as well as his shoulders relax just a little. Right, this was working. Just get through the game with everyone in something resembling a good mood and things will work out.

You were about to start on how the cheerleaders were bards when you noticed someone staring at you from below. Somehow you and Chrissy Cunningham were making direct eye contact with each other. Why would she be looking at you? Why would she be looking at anyone in this area? She realized you were looking back and she quickly turned back to the game, clapping with her pompoms.

Bizarre count: Three.

It really wouldn’t have made your list of strange happenings for the night had she not kept looking over her shoulder at your group nervously. You realized that it wasn’t specifically you that she was looking at, but (assuming you were not insane) Eddie. Chrissy the Cheerleader was looking over at Eddie the Freak. She looked a little shaken up and you nudged Eddie.

“Eddie, why does that cheerleader keep staring at you?” you asked, motioning towards the strawberry blonde ponytail that was now bobbing up and down as she cheered for the Tigers.

“She’s not.” Eddie said quickly, with the undertone of ‘shut up’.

“Oh, she really is.” you said. “She keeps staring directly at you, and she looks... scared.”

You didn’t want to accuse Eddie of anything, you refused to make any sort of judgment without at least asking what was going on.

His hand wrapped around your arm and he jerked you closer and leaned in close. His voice was so quiet, even this close to your ear you could barely hear him over the sound of the crowd. “I’m selling something to her tonight. Stop drawing attention to this.”

You quickly shut your trap, though you looked at him in surprise. Prom Queen Chrissy Cunningham was buying off of Eddie? She was the last person that you would ever expect to approach Eddie, let alone buy from him.

“I’ll shut up, but she should be less obvious.” you mutter, more to yourself than to him.

The sound of a buzzer echoed through the gym, signally halftime. This was good, the club no longer looked like they were completely miserable being there, just regular annoyed. You were sure that by the end of the game they’d be able to move on and set up a time for the end of Eddie’s campaign.

Everyone started to disperse, using this time to go to the bathroom or grab snacks. You made your way over to the concession stand, looking over once more at Chrissy, who was talking to two other jocks, you think they were from the football team? She still looked nervous but at least she wasn’t looking at Eddie anymore.

That was the memory that would haunt you looking back on that night. More than what would happen just a few minutes later, more than the words exchanged between you and Eddie, and more than the large bruise that would appear on your ribs before the end of the night.

Maybe if Chrissy had kept her eyes to herself, things would have been different.

September 1986

Trying to keep up with where all the kids hung out was proving to be an impossible task. You, Jonathan, and Argyle had started with visiting Hopper at his cabin. A few months ago it had been run down and nearly uninhabitable but the past few months had seen changes. There were still parts of the exterior that could use a good coat of paint but it was far more intact than it had been.

Former Police Chief Hopper wasn’t exactly thrilled to see three stoners showing up at his door unannounced but he didn’t immediately turn you away either. It probably helped that Johnathan and Argyle had been the ones to help El save the world.

She wasn’t home. It was the weekend and El had disappeared with Mike and the others some time after school and he’d only heard from her twice. The last Hopper heard, they were at Mike’s house.

Mike’s house proved to be of no help either, with Nancy opening the door. You liked Nancy, she had at least been nice to you in school and the two of you had worked well enough together to solve the Creel mystery as well as her using her own money to help buy Eddie food when he was in hiding.

You didn’t know if Nancy and Johnathan were together. You knew that had been, but were unsure now. It didn’t help that the two seemed to freeze when they made eye contact, their smiles hesitance and awkward. You and Argyle looked at each other, before Argyle stepped up to the plate to ask if El was there.

Jonathan just stared at Nancy as she explained that they had been there last night and this morning, but they had run off right after breakfast. She mentioned that they had talked about grabbing something from Dustin’s house before they left.

Nancy and Johnathan gave each other the most painful and awkward hug you’d ever seen in your life, and you think Nancy kissed his cheek when you turned away. Just like you had only given your new friends snippets of your relationship with Eddie, Jonathan had kept the more intimate details about his relationship with Nancy Wheeler close to his chest since you all started hanging out.

You already knew that the kids were long gone before Ms. Henderson even opened up the door. There were no bikes in the front yard to indicate that anyone other than Dustin’s mother was home.

Sitting in the Surfer Boy van, you sighed as you all tried to figure out where to go next. The three of you ran down the mental list of all the kids, crossing out where you had been. El, Mike, Dustin... there was always the Beyers house, Lucas’s house, Max’s-

The thought of stepping back into Forest Hills Trailer Park made your stomach turn. You hadn’t been back in months, not since Wayne gave you the news. You highly doubted the kids were even there anyway.

“We’re getting nowhere with this.” you said, rubbing your face, leaning against the seats. The scent of pleather and weed fogging up your brain as you leaned forward against the driver seat. Months ago it would have just reminded you of Eddie, but the scent memories were slowly shifting to long nights talking to Argyle and Johnathan.

“Man, this would be so much easier if we had that girl's powers!” Argyle said. “We could, like, go lay around in a tub and just think about where she is and we’d know it!”

“Argyle, if we could do that, we wouldn’t even need her to find Eddie.” you snorted.

“Oh right, we’re looking for Eddie!”

That just made you laugh more. You probably shouldn’t be trusting Argyle to drive in this state, but here you were, letting him pull out of the driveway of the Hendersons.

“Wait, shit. I think I know how we can find them” you said. “Take me home, I have an idea.”

Soon enough you were digging through your drawers, pulling out an old heavy walkie talkie. You hadn’t touched the thing since the last time you saw Eddie. After checking to make sure it had batteries, you brought it back to the van.

“Those kids always have their walkies on.” you said, flicking it on and extending the antenna. Your hands were shaking a little-

“-NEEDS AN AMBULANCE! DOES ANYONE COPY? EDDIE NEEDS AN AMBULANCE. WE’RE CALLING 911-”

A firm hand on your arm made you jump and you looked up at Johnathan. Right, you were supposed to be using it, not having flashbacks.

“You’re okay.” he said and you nodded.

“Dustin, do you copy?” you said into the brick. “This is Team Surfer Boy to Dustin- do you copy?”

The three of you stared at the walkie talkie. Maybe it was a few seconds, maybe it was a few hours, but the speaker crackled to life and you looked up at Argyle and Johnathan in surprise, relief flooding your face.

“This is Dustin to Team Surfer Boy, we copy. Over.”

“Dustin where are you and is El with you? Over” you asked.

“Yeah, we’re all over at Will’s place right now.”

You looked up at Johnathan who groaned in annoyance. Of course they were at his house. This could have easily been solved with a phone call home- or any phone call. Wait, why were you running all over town again?

Ah, so that’s why weed is not the most conducive to making logical decisions.

“I repeat, we are all at the Byer’s home now. Is everything okay?” Dustin’s voice repeated.

“Copy that, Dustin. Everything is fine, no one’s in danger.” you hoped. “Team Surfer Boy is coming to crash the party. ETA fifteen minutes.”

“Copy that.” Dustin said and you pushed down the antenna again.

“Alright Brochachos, buckle up! Next stop is Casa Byers!” Argyle said, taking off again. Argyle had been living with them for a few months now. You wondered if he would ever go home.

You couldn’t imagine Hawkins feeling like home to anyone after everything that happened.

It was just warm enough outside to roll down the windows of the van as Argyle drove. You hoped that the cool air would do you some good as you zipped through the familiar streets towards the new home that Johnathan lived at. You realized that you had never actually been to his home. Everytime the three of you hung out, it was Argyle picking you up from your house, or meeting up somewhere else.

If you had never been to their house then why did this neighborhood look so familiar to you?

The faint sound of drums and guitar was echoing through the old speakers of the Surfer Boy van. This was also something that didn’t make sense as this song wasn’t exactly Argyle or Johnathan’s usual style of music. It sounded like...

All the blood drained from your face as you heard the music getting louder. A guitar riff- one not as practiced as it used to be, echoed through the otherwise quiet street. You could basically hear the lyrics in your mind ‘raging through my skin, blazing through my veins’

You had been told that they broke up, that Corroded Coffin was no longer together after Eddie had skipped town. Gareth had made it very clear that he blamed you for the destruction of the band and Hellfire Club. You couldn’t even bring yourself to argue if that was fair or even technically correct. But everyone else agreed that it was better if you all went your separate ways, needing space apart to heal the gaping wound that Eddie’s disappearance had caused.

Jeff, Gareth, and Zack were healing. You felt your wound start to pull at the seams.

You slid down in the backseat as you passed by the Emmerson house and pulled in right next door. Of fucking course. Of course Johnathan and Argyle lived next to Gareth Emmerson. Of course Gareth was outside with the friends that shunned you. Of course you’d have to get out of the car and risk being seen by them.

“You doin’ okay back there?” Argyle asked, turning off the van.

“Not even a little, why?” you asked, staring at the ceiling.

“I take it you know those guys?” Jonathan asked, looking next door. The music had come to a stop and though you couldn’t make out any words you knew that Corroded Coffin was standing around and talking now.

“Yup. That’s.. Hellfire Club. Well, Corroded Coffin. Eddie’s band. We were in Hellfire together.” you explained, wishing you could disappear into the seats. “They hate me.”

“Mom isn’t too thrilled with them either.” Jonathan said, continuing to look out at your former party members, not being even a little discreet. “She says they make too much noise when she’s trying to work.”

Music started up again, a cover of an old song that you and Eddie had listened to one night after they played the Hideout. He’d snuck some beers out of the back, you two stayed out all night just talking-

“You aren’t gonna find him in my van.” Argyle said, nudging your leg. “Let’s go talk to the psychic girl and find your friend!”

He was right, you knew he was right. But stepping out and being seen by those you’d given everything to was hard. You sat up and took a deep breath, maybe if they were playing they wouldn’t notice you and you could just sneak into the home.

If only things could ever be that simple. When you stepped out and the van door slammed shut with an echo, the drumming immediately stopped followed quickly by the rest of the music.

You froze in place as you made eye contact with Jeff, stuck in place like a deer in the headlights.

“You know this is a closed practice, right?” Gareth said, stepping out from behind his drums and walking outside of the garage. There was a small line of shrubs that separated the two driveways and you supposed that if Gareth tried to fight you he’d at least be slowed down by that.

“I’m not here for you, Gareth.” you said, crossing your arms. “I’m here to-”

You couldn’t tell them that you were here to see a girl with psychic powers who could possibly help you locate Eddie and confirm that he was alive. You wanted to tell them, but the look in their eyes was distrustful, as if your very presence would somehow disrupt their fragile contentment that they had clearly worked hard to piece back together.

“I’m here to see someone else.” you swallowed and looked at all of them. You should say that they sound good, that it’s clear they’re working hard. Something, any kind of compliment to ease the tension just like you used to. You always were able to get everyone to relax, right?

Maybe the old you could. Maybe Team Mom could. But not now.

“You should probably not keep them waiting.” Jeff said, and you looked for anything other than contempt and distrust in their eyes. When you didn’t find it, Jonathan placed an arm around your shoulders and led you into the house.

Maybe it was just easier to be mad at you compared to Eddie. After all, you were the one who stopped Hellfire from having its final campaign session. If everyone had that closure of finishing the Cult of Vecna before Eddie’s grand disappearing act, then maybe they wouldn’t direct their hurt and anger at you. They didn’t want to blame Eddie, and so you were the next best thing.

It had been easy to push the rejection down when you didn’t see them, when you were spending time with Johnathan and Argyle. But the reminder that you weren’t wanted tugged at the wound inside of you.

The Byers’ basement was spacious, with plenty of room for any casual group of teenagers to hang out without the bother of parents hovering. As Johnathan directed you down the stairs you saw the party in place. Well, some of them.

Dustin, Mike, Will, and El were sitting around and watching a movie as you all walked in. The tv paused as everyone greeted each other.

Of the four, you knew Dustin and Mike the best after a year of adventuring as well as the battle of the Upside Down. Will you barely knew, only hearing stories from Johnathan, and El you had met in person a handful of times.

“No Sinclair or Max?” you asked, looking around.

“Max had rehab and Lucas went with her.” Mike said.

“It’s called physical therapy, Mike.” said Will.

You nodded, at least one couple might actually make it out of all of this.

“So.... what are you guys doing here?” Dustin asked, bringing up the elephant in the room. “I take it you didn’t track us down to have a friendly chat?”

“You were looking for me.” El said.

“Wooah... she’s good.” Argyle said with a nod and you pat him on the shoulder, not having the heart to remind him that you had specifically asked for El over the walkie talkie.

“Yeah I... I need your help.” you said, walking over to the young girl. Her hair was short, having been buzzed a few months ago. It was slicked back right now, and you couldn’t help but think about how badass she looked, even with her softer features. “I want to find Eddie. Can you help me?”

The silence was deafening as she looked at you in surprise. The rest of the kids were also looking at each other.

“Have any of you heard from Eddie...?” you asked, looking around.

Mike looked over at Dustin who shook his head. “No. No one’s heard from him.” Dustin looked away, and you felt for the kid. He’d looked up to Eddie so much, and you were sure that his disappearance had wounded him the same way it had for you.

You were going to strangle Eddie if you ever saw him again, if not for yourself then for Dustin and Wayne at least.

“He probably doesn’t want to be found.” Dustin said. “I mean, he left months ago and no one’s heard from him. I mean, this town still hates him.”

“My dad told me that I’m not allowed to go to Hellfire anymore.” Mike added. “That’s why we come over here to play D&D now.”

“Hellfire doesn’t even exist at school anymore.” Will chimed in. “Higgins banned it the second school started again.”

“Which is not fair, because Eddie did nothing wrong.” El said looking at you. “Eddie was a hero and Dungeons and Dragons is a game for nerds and it is bitchin’.”

Eddie would have loved El, you were sure of it. You couldn’t help but smile at her. “Yeah, yeah you’re right, kid.” you said. “Please, El. I just want to know he’s alive and not dead in a ditch somewhere.”

She looked at the others, a silent conversation happening between them all. El finally nodded.

“I will look for him.” she said.

You reached into your wallet, and pulled out a polaroid of you and Eddie. It had been taken a few weeks before everything had gone wrong. You two looked so happy. Eddie was on his throne in the props department, you were standing behind the chair with your arm slung around his shoulders as you pretended to try and look at his DM notes. He was laughing and trying to push you away.

“I don’t know if you need a picture or anything but, here.” you handed over the photo to El who looked at it.

February 1986

“I will do my best.” she said.

It had been a pain in the ass going to yearbook club every week to remind them that Hellfire Club still hadn’t had any pictures taken for the yearbook but finally they had sent someone to do it. Molly was the only one who had been willing to come and get the few group photos needed, and you were fine with that. The two of you had English together, and she had always been nice enough to those in Hellfire.

She had just finished taking the group pictures in the hallway of everyone and now you all were back in the drama room. Molly had said that she wanted to take some more dynamic shots, like at any other club. You somehow doubted that anything other than the group shot would make it in, but you appreciated the effort anyway.

Eddie had already set up his DM screen earlier and was more than happy to ham it up as the freak for a photo. She had taken a few of everyone at the table, pretending to play while getting quotes from everyone about why they liked Hellfire Club and how it “enriched their lives at Hawking High”.

While Eddie was going on a tangent about his many notebooks he kept to keep track of his game, that’s when you got your idea. You stood up as quietly as you could, sneaking behind him. His back was turned to you as he chatted with Molly, and you leaned over his chair, looking over his shoulder in the most obvious way possible to catch a glimpse of behind the screen.

“Hey!” Eddie’s head whipped around and he looked at you. “Nu-uh, nope, you know the rules. Get back in your seat.” Eddie grabbed his notebook and slammed it shut. “Nice try.”

��Come on, Eds!” you slipped around him and threw your arm around his shoulder, leaning over more. ”I know you keep track of who your favorite players are, and I want proof that you’re unfairly targeting me!” you joke and reach for the notebook again.

“Touch my notebook and I’m killing you when the session starts.” he said, and despite his words he was smiling at you. Eddie tried to push you away, but you leaned into the touch instead, feeling his warm hand squish against your face as you reached for the notebook again.

“Don’t you mean kill my character?” you asked as he pulled the notebook out of reach.

“Nope. I mean you specifically.” he teased.

The notebook he was holding wasn’t even where he kept his important notes. You knew that, and he knew that. That was the notebook for doodles and song lyrics, and fucking around. You knew that because you had given him the leather bound notebook that he kept his real notes in last year for Christmas.

You had forgotten that Molly was even there until-

Flash

September 1986

El was sitting on the couch, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You’d been told that she had powers, that she could do this but you had never witnessed it.

She had only looked at the picture for a few seconds before handing it back to you. It was tucked safely back into your wallet for now.

It had been tense in the room for a few minutes as you all stared at the girl. From what you had been told, she had lost her powers and had just recently had them come back. You had no idea what to expect from this, really. What if she couldn’t find him? What if only some of these powers had come back?

“I see him.” El’s voice sounded far off, as if she were talking in her sleep, hell maybe she was. “Eddie is... at a store. He is buying cigarettes.”

Your heart leapt up in your chest as you listened to her. He was alive. Eddie was alive and he still existed somewhere.

“How... how does he look?” you asked, unsure if she could even hear you in this state.

“He looks... tired.” El said slowly.

You wiped at tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes.

“But he’s.. He’s alive? He looks okay? He’s not.. Not hurt?” your voice cracked.

“I do not think so.” El said. “He is not talking. He is buying cigarettes and a mountain dew.”

“That’s not real food, Eddie.” you said, a tear escaping your eye. .

El removed her blindfold and you got up and hugged her tightly.

“Thank you, El.” you said. “Thank you so fucking much.”

Eddie Munson was alive, but that did little to ease the ache in your heart. Eddie was alive, and you were still slowly dying inside without him.

Now what?

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Dividers by @strangergraphics

a/n: Only 2 people showed an interested in this fic, but I love it so I'm gonna write it.

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#eddie munson x reader #nacht fic

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neonponders · 11 months

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Inspired by @gorbovsky-l ‘s art ✨🏀

[ Steve goes to the s4 basketball game but it’s for Billy. ]

~ my drabbles anthology on ao3 ~

• • •

Steve was grumpy, he could admit that. Well, he could admit it now that it had been a few hours. That didn’t stop him and Robin having an immature spat in the car over over Fast Times with the word boobies flying around.

Then, “Just get whatever is occupying your braincell off your shoulders, already.”

Steve’s jaw had dropped, openly gaping at the road towards Hawkins High. “We’re talking about your love life - lack thereof.”

“Hush.”

“Oh, am I talking or hushing?”

Robin burst out into tired, 7am giggles. “You’re so petty when you miss him.”

Steve sighed through his nose in defeat. He did miss him. Between the summer, the school year starting for the new batch of seniors, and winter basketball camp, Steve felt like he rarely saw his boyfriend. He had a green Hargrove 7 jersey in his trunk since the team was using the white jerseys for their final game, and that in itself was annoying.

Come get your jersey.

Come see me.

Steve couldn’t even fault Billy for being committed to something. He just wished it was a little more Steve and a lot less basketball.

But everything was fine. The bubble was about to break. They were finally having a home game, and it was the championship to boot. Steve’s back seat was crowded to show for it with Robin’s band attire: feather duster helm and all.

Steve was a sap. He knew it. He was ready for something long haul, but he hadn’t grown too far from the feeling of being a senior. He knew what it felt like to be a strong, upperclassman. Looked up to. On the verge of the rest of his life. He didn’t want to steal that from Billy just because they’d spent the summer being split up by jobs, hospitals, school, basketball camp...saving the world from a catastrophe that nearly took Billy away forever.

Maybe Steve wasn’t being too unreasonable.

But it also meant that Billy needed normalcy more than ever. He certainly deserved it.

So Steve dropped Robin off, and he went to Family Video for the long wait before tonight’s basketball game. The phone usually wasn’t too busy during the day, but he could predict some noise around lunchtime and the end of his shift. Today, lunchtime rang.

“Family Video, this is Steve.”

“Steve! It’s me.”

“Oh, hey, Dustin,” Steve greeted in something just a little better than a monotone. As if Dustin didn’t call from the school’s payphone every other day. “What’s up?”

Steve slowly grimaced as Dustin told him he had to fill in for Lucas at that night’s D&D campaign. Dustin got demoted back to his last name.

“Henderson, I graduated. I can’t go to your silly club session.”

“Well, Lucas has his stupid basketball game!”

“It’s not stupid. It’s the championship. You, me, and Max all know how much work he and the team have been putting into this season.”

The team. Billy. Billy was the team. Even with his injuries, recovery, and hard ass mindset that made him a lousy patient, Billy still maintained the stage presence to run the court.

He was still an asshole, but an observant one that had him taking Steve’s place as captain instead of the entitled judge’s son, Jason Carver. Billy might’ve been mean on the court but he was indifferent - even nice - in the locker room. Carver played nice on the court but wasn’t so nice off stage. Everyone’s doubts at the start of the season had been quickly put to rest.

“It’s a game, Steve - ”

“And your weird board game isn’t?”

“D&D involves weeks of plot, strategy, improvisation, and the statistical gamble of dice - ”

“Yeah, I seem to remember weeks of planning, myself. Whatever, I’ll be at the school supporting your friend for you. Uh oh, customers. Gotta go. Bye.”

“No- Steve!”

He was pretty sure he could hear Dustin cussing him out even though the phone was back on its mount. He smiled at the customers and tried to keep his glances at the clock to a minimum.

The day was easy until 4pm. Steve almost leapt out of his skin when he realized school had ended. Old habits. Today, it did mean the end of his shift, though, so he clocked out and went home to freshen up.

Freshen up for what, he didn’t know. He might have some old habits but he’d forgotten how stuffy the gymnasium could get during a game. Probably because he usually spent games on the spacious court, not the stands -

“Hey, Steve!”

He rotated to see...Stacie. No. De-uh-B-Brenda! “Brenda, hi.”

Her teased and permed hair floated around her as she smiled and walked with him into the gym. “How are you? It’s so weird. Like, half our class is gone, and the rest are hard to find.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Steve said, even though he didn’t, really. All of his enduring friends were younger. With the exception of a very - tragic - few, they were somehow all alive, too.

Brenda meant alumni who had moved away. Steve didn’t contribute this much.

Predictably, spaces were available in the bleachers next to the band. People usually didn’t want to be right next to the noise, but this meant he could be close to Robin. He kept his tone jovial and polite as he curtly gestured at the bleachers. “I’m heading up.”

“Sure!” she chimed, accepting his hand for a boost. Not really his intention, but he’d never had any issue with Brenda. She was nice, smelled good. Great at math but just as crap as he was in Mrs. Click’s English. She tasted like bubble gum when they made out at a football game three years ago. All things considered, she and Steve were on easy footing.

Until Tammy Thomson showed up to sing the National Anthem.

He and Robin caught each other’s side-eye the same time. Told you, he mouthed. Muppet -

“Wow,” Brenda breathed. “She sounds amazing, doesn’t she?”

Steve smiled on autopilot, and just as quickly recoiled once her head had turned back to the performance.

He tried not to rock too strongly on his feet. He didn’t need everyone on the bleachers looking at him like x-ray vision, making him feel exposed and ready to scream over how he needed Robin’s sass, the weekend, a freaking burger, and Billy to run his mouth. A lot of mouth. A lot of...

Steve raked his hands through his hair, stuck between thinking the world of his boyfriend out there on the court and the fact that they were losing. The white jersey actually covered all of Billy’s scars, but Steve and Robin could see his fatigue arriving faster than the rest of the team. They glanced at each other, only interrupted by Max manifested between them.

“Hey,” Steve frowned. “Have you been here the whole time?”

She glanced at him, deadpan. “Duh. Which of us is going to convince him to sit on the bench?”

Steve blew air between his lips so they vibrated. “I thought you knew him better than I did. Billy doesn’t take losing well.”

Max glared at him. “He’s going to have a heart attack.”

“He’s in good hands,” Steve defended, but he could feel his confidence rapidly draining. “Peter Townsend is diabetic and the couches always kept an eye on him.”

Max grimaced at him like he had spoken another language, but as soon as she tried to say more, their coach called for a timeout. The team huddled up, and it wasn’t a big wonder why. Their best player had more than run out of steam, he’d overspent himself, and they only had a minute left to get anything done. Covered in sweat and rocking with their breaths, the team listened to Carver arguing with coach until a decision had been made. They needed a fresh player who could make the most out of a minute, and they had one.

“SINCLAIR! You’re in!”

Max and Steve heard the freshman gawk. “Huh?”

“You’re in! Son, let’s go!”

He ditched his warm-up jacket and ran into the huddle for the plan. Steve crossed his arms after giving Max a tug on her jacket so she would get off the stairs and stand with him. Billy would skin them alive later if they made a scene of approaching him on the bench, so they had to stay put.

To everyone’s trepidation, shock, and jubilant relief, Lucas delivered. Saving the world a few times had made him sharp, adaptable, and frugal with every second. The nerd managed to convert all of it into a game he had only started playing this summer.

And to top it off, he landed the final shot. Hawkins High won the game.

Steve exploded, jumping and yelling and waving his arms. Max screamed Lucas’s name, clapping her hands until her palms glowed scarlet. When the referee’s whistle coupled the scoreboard in announcing the game over, the team crowded around Lucas and Billy, and the court flooded with people.

Steve moved through the crowd easily with Max in tow, and finally - finally - got a face full of Billy. Running made his hair light and fluffy, eyes glowing as he realized who were holding onto him.

He called, “Hang on! Hang on!” and Steve let him go as the team finally set Lucas down onto his feet after hoisting him up. Billy gripped his shoulder for his attention, and Lucas accepted his hand. “Not bad, Sinclair. Not bad.”

Lucas beamed, only for his smile to drop into shock at seeing Max. “Max! You came?”

“Yeah, whatever,” she scoffed, but with a smile. Then Lucas hugged her and she looked ready to punch him. “Oh- Ew. Gross, you’re disgusting. How are you this sweaty after only a minute?”

The older teammates laughed for some reason but they all got hustled into the locker room - including Steve. He didn’t realize his blunder until the coach started doing a congratulatory speech to the team, and Steve slipped behind a wall of lockers to head toward the door...but he didn’t leave. He wanted to know what the coach had to say on Billy’s behalf. He wanted to know how the team treated him and Lucas.

He both got it and didn’t, since the coach tactfully uplifted everyone without dragging out everyone’s flaws. That was good. Billy couldn’t take a compliment without being reminded of how he had to sit out the rest of the game. More importantly, the coach spoke about how grateful he was to have the seniors under his wings after such a year.

For a gut-wrenching second, Steve thought the coach was going to mention the kids who were still “missing” from the summer.

He didn’t. He kept the room on high feelings, warning the rest of the team that winning a championship wouldn’t make things easy next season, and that they had summer training to look forward to. He reminded them to clean up after themselves, and saw himself out right as somebody unearthed a boombox from their gym bag.

“Why the hell did you bring that thing?”

“To either celebrate or wallow in our sorrows,” came the reply, followed by laughter and rowdy singing...

Steve looked up when a pair of pants was thrown over the wall of lockers. Right under the waistband of the sweatpants, was a Hawkins tiger, and a yellow number seven. Steve smiled and yanked it all the way onto his side.

Billy soon followed, coming around the lockers to find his pants in Steve’s hands. A bright smile flashed on his face before he reigned it in and sauntered toward him. He had to get close to be heard over the noise of music, singing, and locker rattling. “You’re a weird dust bunny.”

Thank goodness for the noise, because Steve snorted as he reached for him. “Come here.”

Billy let him. Billy never would’ve let him before July of 1985. But Billy let him now, cradling the sweaty-damp junction of his skull and neck, nuzzling his nose with Billy’s to encourage Billy to finish the distance. Billy’s lips were soft, unbearably soft and insistent. His arms initially went around Steve’s body, hands sliding over his shoulder blades and then down, down to give the hillocks of his ass cheeks a lift.

At least Billy had some tact, because the bubble burst and Steve tilted his head for more. Billy’s hands lifted up for his waist, incidentally hiking up Steve’s grey shirt but no further. Lockers chimed behind Billy’s back when Steve pushed him against them. Steve felt more than heard Billy’s low hum in his throat, the vibration on his lips and the breath from his nose.

Steve didn’t care that Billy had a game’s worth of sweat and filth on his skin. The only thing keeping him in check was his concern for Billy’s heart and lungs. Kissing made him out of breath, sometimes. For Steve it was as blissful as it was scary.

But this time, Billy chased his lips when he pulled back. His hand found Steve’s hair and Steve felt teeth in their kiss -

A locker slammed over the music, inducing someone to holler, “Sinclair! You comin’ tonight?”

“Uh, let me think on it. I’m gonna shower real fast!”

Billy stepped off where he’d been leaning against the lockers and Steve composed himself in time for Lucas to step into view. He tried to play it casual, but his wide eyes said, Scram, already!

Steve smiled bashfully and waved him away. To Billy, he asked, “Are you coming over?”

Billy scoffed and Steve couldn’t blame him. Big championship party tonight -

“You joking? I’m moving in. I’m exhausted and I want pancakes everyday for the next week.”

A stupid giggle spat out of him. He might’ve actually spit a little. Steve felt like he could cry. He didn’t, though. He’d cried enough for a whole summer.

“Deal... How do I get out of here?”

Billy smirked and nodded his head toward the bathroom side of the locker room. “We’re about to run Sinclair out of the showers.”

#harringrove #s4 #post s3 #neonponders

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dixongrimestrash · 2 years

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Eddie x reader; fluff angst

Eddie forgets to pick you up after work

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Tick. Tick. Tick

You watched as the clock slowly ticked away, silently waiting for your shift to end. The family video was dead at this point. Mostly everyone in Hawkins was at the championship basketball game.

The only reason you aren’t with Steve watching Lucas ride the bench, or watching Robin in band was because you had been needing to save up some money for your spring break trip with your boyfriend.

Eddie Munson.

He (who was also busy tonight with his hellfire club) was going to pick you up after all Friday night activities subsided.

Sure, you wished you could be with your friends tonight, but it’s not like the shift is hard.

The occasional loners who don’t go to school functions came to pick up some movies before dinner. Then of course you had some older families getting their weekly date night fix.

But now, with only 10 minutes left in your shift, you were just ready to be done for the day.

Eddie was a little disappointed you weren’t gonna accompany him for his big night with his Hellfire friends, however completely understood. He was proud of you for working so hard. (He also had no idea of your planned savings to take him on a weekend getaway).

Since you couldn’t have a fun Friday night with your friends, Eddie promised you to a complete and totally metal sleepover at his place. Which for him consists of cuddling, kissing, talking about your night while he lulls you to sleep with his guitar.

It was going to be so perfect.

When the clock struck nine you shut the lights off, making sure to lock up everything you needed to.

You walked out the front door, locking it behind you. Eddie told you he would be about 10 minutes after your shift ended and to just wait for him to roll up in his van.

You took a seat on the curb and pulled a candy bars out of your jacket pocket. You started to snack and waited on your boyfriend to show.

~~~~~~~

10 minutes turned into 20. Which turned into 45, which ended up being and hour. The air was colder, making you shiver and hug yourself. You knew the game was over by the increased traffic on the main road leaving town.

You sighed, standing to your feet and dusting yourself off. You started walking back into town toward home.

Eddie forgot.

Your heart ached, he has never done this before. Your mind started to spiral.

Why did he forget me?

Am i not important to am?

Was he angry with me?

Your heart sped a little when you saw a car approaching. Maybe Eddie was just running a little bit behind?

No. It was none other then King of Hawkins High himself Jason Carver and LUCAS?

“Hey Y/n we won the championship game! I hit the winning shot can you believe that!” Lucas exclaimed as Jason’s car slowly rolled to a stop making you stop as well. Lucas’ sudden excitement caught you off guard.

“Oh wow Lucas that’s.. great, Um congrats.” You shivered again from the cold air. You were happy for the young boy who you’ve grown very close too.. considering the last few years.

Even though you were happy for Lucas, the hurt, anger, and disappointment you had for your boyfriend was overshadowing your emotions.

“We are going to the after party you should come.” Jason said as sly as ever. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“No thanks, just heading home.”

You weee not a fan of Jason. You had seen how he talked to Eddie, Dustin, and Mine. Pretty much everyone who wasn’t on the cheerleading or basketball team was beneath him.

The only reason he was even talking to you was because your sure Lucas had seen you and asked Jason to pull over.

“At least lemme give you a ride. It’s scary out these days. Don’t wanna be walking home alone.” Jason smirked.

You scoffed, “I’ll take my chances.”

“Come on Y/N, we are heading that way. Besides why are you walking home? Where’s your car?” Lucas asked his ‘cool kid’ demeanor fading and being replaced by real concern.

“Eddie was supposed to pick me up. But he probably just got busy or someth-“

“The freak? We saw him leaving with his cult friends at the same time we left.” Jason cut you off. Lucas just lowered his head, not wanting to let his new popular friends know he is associated with the Hellfire Club.

“Well either way… I just worked like an 8 hour shift so I just wanna go home.” The gravel on the road seemed way more interesting then the current conversation you were having. Not making eye contact with the boys inside the car anymore.

“Hop in.” Jason said giving you a sad smile. You rolled your eyes and gave in. Knowing damn well part of you was doing this to make Eddie mad. The other part just really ready to get home.

The drive to your house was quiet on your end. The boys were talking about the game and how they were gonna get smashed at the after party.

You almost didn’t even recognize Lucas with how he was acting.

Jason pulled into your driveway and turned off the car. “Sure wish you could come with us y/n. It really is gonna be the party of the year.” Jason smirked and turned to look at you in the back seat.

“Yeah well maybe another time. Thanks for the ride.”

And without anymore words, you got out of the car and walked toward your front door, unlocking it and going inside.

The house was quiet, your parents already asleep. You shuffled up to your room, quietly shutting the door behind you.

You threw your smelly work clothes in the floor and changed into an oversized tee. You didn’t even bother brushing your hair or anything. You just wanted to sulk in your bed.

You closed your eyes and tried to contain the burning feeling in your nose and throat. You couldn’t help by cry.

This hurt. And this hurt bad.

This was so unlike Eddie. And you had yet to hear from him even now after almost two hours after he was supposed to pick you up.

You cried and cried and cried until eventually you fell asleep.

~~~~~

The sound of your doorbell ringing woke you up the next day. The bright light coming through your curtains gave your already pounding headache worse. You rolled over, placing another pillow over your eyes.

You could hear footsteps approaching your bedroom door. A soft knock was heard along with a voice you weren’t expecting to hear.

“Y/n? Hey you in there?”

You sat up quickly, pillows flying off your bed.

It was Eddie.

Your parents loved Eddie so of course they just let him right on in. You didn’t even have the energy to tell them what happened last night.

“Sweetheart can I come in?” His voice was soft, and low. Almost like a whisper.

Your heart ached. You didn’t want to do this right now. You had wished it had been a bad dream.

Nonetheless, you stood making your way across the room to open the door just wide enough for Eddie to get a small glimpse of you.

His heart ached at your appearance. Your eyes were puffy and he could only assume they were from crying. Which hurt him even more. Knowing he made you cry broke his heart.

Your messy hair sticking out in all places. He was used to this as he knew you were a pretty rough sleeper. But what broke him the most was the sad look you had etched across your face.

“Hey.” You said looking at your bare feet. This was all you could muster up to say to Eddie. He obviously had gotten fair sleep by the look of his appearance. You couldn’t say the same for you.

“Hey sweetheart. Can I come in? I’m sorry for waking you on your Saturday.” Eddie leaned closer into the door frame trying to reach out to your hand. You took a step back, avoiding his touch.

You had missed him. Even though you were angry, his small gestures melted your heart. You loved how he always reaches out to caress your arm or hand. How he towers over you and places his chin on your head. His long arms completely surrounding your body in warmth.

You wanted to just let it all go. But he hurt you and this was one conversation you can’t avoid if you wanted to continue living life together as a couple.

You opened the door for him. He walked in your room, surveying the area. The pink contrast and brightness of your room always caught him off guard.

He sat down at the edge of your bed and you followed up. Climbing back up and sitting criss cross next to him. He places his hand on your bare thigh making your heart flutter.

“About last night I-“

“You mean when you forget about me and left me sitting on the curb at family video for almost two hours after you PROMISED me you’d pick me up and take me back to your place afterward? Yeah Eddie what about last night do you wanna talk about?”

Eddie was surprised at your sudden outburst. As were you, but it needed to be said.

“Y/n there is no excuse. I’m so so sorry. Yes I got caught up in the game and the boys and by the time I realized how late it was I hauled ass to the family video but you were already gone.” Eddie was now turned toward you, his hand in your squeezing tight.

“I felt like shit. Like actual dog shit.”

This caused a smile giggle from you, making Eddie’s pulse race at your smile. He wiped away the stray tears that you didn’t even realize were falling.

“Hey there’s my girl.” He lifted your chin with his fingers. “I am so sorry y/n. I was so worried about you and then I felt even worse because you had to walk home a-“

“Eddie I didn’t walk.”

“How’d you get home then?”

You could feel the heat creep on your cheeks. The anger you felt now fading but replaced with embarrassment.

“I got a ride.. from Jason.” You tried to hide your laugh as Eddie’s face contorted to disgust.

Him being dramatic of course, he forcefully through his hands over his heart and fell back into your bed.

“Ouch babe that stings that really stings.”

You laughed and pulled him up and wrapped your arms around his torso. “You know I deserved that. So imma let it slide just this once.” Eddie said pulling away and pointing a finger at you.

You smiled up at him, letting him know you were no longer angry. Just happy he is here now. His lips found there way on yours and you felt the sparks flying all around you.

You pulled back, “you soooo owe me a date night. And I guess I can let this one slide too. But just this once.”

Eddie’s hands cupped your head and he places kisses all over your face. “It’ll never happen again M’lady.”

“Good.”

You two snuggled up and ended up laying there for the rest of the morning. No more words said. Just the two of you, together, and happy.

~~~~~

First time writing for Eddie! Hope it’s okay!

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie fluff #eddie angst #stranger things #netflix #lucas stranger things #lucas sinclair #jason carver #steve stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson

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youmakemyhearthowl · 1 year

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Punk Princess

(I'm so sorry for this)

Steve’s been sitting on his feelings for a few weeks now, and he’s more than sure that Eddie is someone he wants to be with in the long term. He’s so sure, he’s been planning the perfect way to ask him out for a few days now, and he’s almost got it exactly how it needs to be, when things kinda just go to shit.

He decided on his fishnets with a long kilt today, bright and matching the school colors because it’s an important game in the basketball season, and he pairs it with his spiked denim jacket with his battle vest pulled over it, a T-shirt that he took scissors to the sleeves cut so low it shows off the nailed baseball bat tattooed on his ribcage.

He’s excited for the game tonight, because he's going to actually have people in the stands supporting him. Robin has band so she’s always kind of there (of course she’d be there even if she didn’t), but he’d been planning on asking Hellfire to join in the stands tonight to watch. It’s the first time he’s going to be inviting anyone to see him play, and he’s beyond excited he has the club as friends now.

Steve’s never had a big group of friends before, and he’s a little overwhelmed sometimes that so many genuine people want to talk to him throughout the day. All because he ditched what he thought would make him well liked, and embraced something that not only made him happy, but helped him really truly be himself.

“Someone’s in a good mood this morning.” Robin chirps, grabbing Steve’s arm and placing it over her shoulders so she can nuzzle into Steve’s side, sighing happily at the contact. She’d replaced the purple in her hair with a forest green last night when she’d added it to the back ends of Steve’s hair, stating that she needed to match him, so people know he was her best friend. Steve’s entire body felt warm with love today.

“I’m just excited, Robs. This is a big game and I’m going to be in for the whole time probably, and I’m gonna ask the Hellfire boys to come too, so I might actually have people in the stands cheering for me that actually matter.” His happy energy seems to be contagious because Robin pulls back from him and links their hands together instead so she can swing them back and forth between them, the spiked bracelet she has on brushing the inside of Steve's wrist.

“I can’t wait for them to see you in your natural element, Steve. You glow when you play basketball.” She’s got a big cheesy grin on her face as she leads him out to the bleachers. They’ve started sitting with Hellfire during their free period now. The group accepts them in with open arms, and Robin and Gareth have formed some kind of bond over complaining about Steve and Eddie so the transition was easy.

“Hello boys!” Robin cheers loudly, her smile only seeming to widen as she plants herself on the bench next to Gareth and steals one of his baby carrots.

“What’s up Birdie?” Jeff beams, ruffling her hair. Steve’s eyes are instantly drawn to Eddie who’s been unusually quiet as they walk up and has to stifle the laugh he feels bubble up.

Eddie’s face is beat red and his mouth is slightly open, his eyes locked firmly on Steve’s exposed legs and trailing up his body. Subtly Steve adjusts his jacket just as Eddie's eyes get to his midsection so he can catch a glimpse of the ink on his skin.

“You have three tattoos?” Eddie’s voice comes out kinda strangled, fish mouthing as he meets Steve’s eyes. “Also are you wearing a skirt?” His face is steadily growing redder, the blush traveling down his cheeks to his neck.

“It’s a kilt.” Steve offers, smirking. He can hear Eddie muttering under his breath but it's too quiet for him to make out, so he throws himself onto the bench next to him, stretching his legs out and crossing them at his ankles. His heavy boot heel digging into the dirt below them.

“So I’ve got a question.” Steve tries to keep his voice nonchalant, but he feels his excitement seep in and he can’t contain the giddy smile forming on his face as he looks at all his friends, god his friends, sitting around him.

“I’ll literally do anything for you as long as you keep that kilt on.” Eddie responds, Robin and Gareth make a fake gagging noise in the background. Steve throws his head back and laughs, feeling lighter than he has in a very long time.

“So tonight’s like a super important game for basketball and I was wondering if you guys would come watch me play? I know its last minu..” Eddie holds up a hand cutting him off.

“Steve, Hellfire is tonight.”

“Well yea I know, but I figured we could do it tomorrow or something since I have the game and wouldn’t be able to make it anyways.” A small thread of dread starts to snake its way into Steve’s stomach as he watches Eddie’s face morph into displeasure.

“Cancel Hellfire for… Basketball?” Every word of that sentence is coated with a venom Steve’s never had Eddie direct at him before, and the thread of dread turns into an entire lead brick in his stomach.

“Well yea, that way we can… do both?” He says it like a question, watching Eddie spring up from the bench next to him and begin to pace in front of the group.

“We don’t cancel Hellfire Steve. We’ve never canceled Hellfire. And you want to do it for some stupid basketball game? You’re choosing that shit over us?” He gestures around to the rest of their friends, a sharp anger in his eyes as he looks at Steve.

“I just thought it would be nice to have like real fr…”

“I should have known you didn’t really care about me, us, this group. Fucking prioritizing your stupid jock game over Hellfire. Jesus Steve, your true colors really have been sitting below the surface this whole time haven’t they?”

Steve feels ice cold.

He’s fighting off the sting of tears threatening to fall as he stands up and squares his shoulders, pulling on everything in him that he can, to bite back at Eddie. But he can’t find any heat in his veins to even begin to add to the words, so his shoulders deflate as he lets out a breath shaking his head.

“Just forget it man, I’ll send Dustin or something to sub for me tonight.” It comes out in a neutral tone as he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets to try to bring some warmth back to them.

“Bullshit. Don��t bother Steve. You’ve shown where your priorities are. Consider Sir Stephen no longer a part of the campaign.”

Steve just walks off before the tears can fall, biting his knuckles to hold in a sob.

Bullshit. Steve should have known better. He really should have. He’d assumed that Eddie would be different, that Eddie would be open to all sides of Steve like he was open to all sides of him. But at the end of the day, apparently Eddie still saw him as King Steve, and nothing was probably ever going to change that.

He can distantly hear Robin shout something at Eddie before she’s running up to him and throwing her arm around his shoulder. Tucking him into her side the same way he always does to her.

Steve should just stick to Robin. Maybe he was only destined for one friendship. Maybe he wasn’t someone who should ask for more than that.

Robin was enough anyways.

She always was.

(I don't think I'll be able to post again until Sunday, but know I love you guys, and the angst doesn't last forever, the boys are just Teenagers that have things they need to learn and unlearn.)

#Punk Steve #Punk!Steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #Steddie fic #you can blame whatthemeepever for enabling the angst in this bad boy #i PROMISE it gets better #I swear on Dustins Mother #just stupid boys being stupid #Punk Princess fic

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Loving you is fun

A/N: so you guys know how much I fuckin love Eddie, I actually made a moodboard someone shoot me down 😔😔🫣🫣 I tried to make this light and just fun really I hope I did a decent job hehe Please enjoy and let me know if you liked it! Let’s all enjoy ST and Eddie together muah ; you can check my other works here

🎧 no warnings: contains fluff, some swear words, suggestive dialogue? 🎧 reblogs, likes, and just feedback are much appreciated 🖤 🎧 summary: You and Eddie are in an established relationship for a few years now. The kids ask you to join them as a sub on a D&D session not knowing that you and him were together.

Part two Part three

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“Do you guys wanna do something tonight?” You asked your friends while going through a stack of movies. You, Robin, and Steve worked together in your local Family Video store.

Steve and you were friends for a long time, having gone to high school together, you always got along fine even though you were not friends with the basketball team whatsoever. The last couple of years however, you got much closer thanks to another dimension deciding to make itself known in Hawkins. Robin was a welcome addition to your group. She calls you guys the 3 musketeers that occasionally spied on Russians and battle monsters.

“Shit, I can’t. I have band. Pep rally and all” She smiled, probably thinking about her crush. “You should come” Robin added, despite already knowing the answer.

You made a face at that. Sitting behind band during a game for a school you no longer attended to, wasn’t exactly your ideal way of spending a Friday evening. Although you could tolerate it to support Lucas.

Blowing your gum, you turned to Steve. “What about you doofus?”

As a response, Steve threw a random pen at your head. “I can’t either shithead. I’m going too with a date” He smirked at you both.

“Ew” You scoffed. “I can’t believe I’m being ditched by my two best friends” Steve rolled his eyes watching you sigh entirely for dramatic effect.

“Oh please! Don’t act like you’re not asking because Eddie’s probably busy” He retorted much to your dismay, an exaggerated gasp left your mouth making Robin laugh.

“How dare you, Steve Harrington! You know damn well I enjoy all you guys’ company just the same” You faked hurt, a hand gripping your chest. The short-haired girl shook her head smiling as she thought you and Eddie looked the same when being dramatic.

“Yeah, yeah we know” He smiled reassuringly.

“I do wish you guys liked him more” you stated, turning to a more serious tone.

“Hey! I like Eddie! Steve here is the one who can’t get over high school” Robin argued.

You guessed that was true. Robin, even though she could be sarcastic she was always nice and gave people a chance. “It’s true that even him has trouble believing me when I say Steve changed a lot” You admitted.

The boy clapped his hands excitedly. “Ah see! It’s not just me. Eddie doesn’t like me either!” Steve exclaimed, as if that helped his case. Robin and you chuckled at his outburst.

Come to think of it, amongst your group of friends, the kids were the only ones that had no knowledge of your relationship with Eddie. You were a private person and didn’t really flaunt it around town. You and Eddie enjoyed your privacy, and being away from the preconceptions that came along with small minded people.

The phone rang, interrupting your conversation. The three of you exchanged looks, silently challenging each other to see who would break first. You narrowed your eyes, sighing knowing the two idiots weren't gonna do it anytime soon.

You picked up the phone, greeting what you thought was a customer. “You reached Family video, how can I help you?”

“Y/N! Hi, I'm glad you picked up!” You smiled recognising the young voice.

“Mike, how many times have we told you not to call here unless it's an emergency?”

“Well how do you know it's not one?” The young boy challenged.

“Is it?”

He paused before answering. “....no. Kind of” he sighed, deciding to go straight to the point. “we need a favor”

That intrigued you, as long as it had nothing to do with the supernatural you were fine with whatever. “Okay, what's up?”

“Can you give me and Dustin a ride tonight?”

“Uh sure,” you agreed easily, a tad confused why he would be stalling if they just wanted a simple ride. “I'm free so it's fine”

“Great! And...maybe you could also, you know be our sub for tonight’s D&D session?”

Okay that made more sense. “Mike, why do you want a ride to your own house? Don’t you guys usually play in your basement?” You frowned, this was probably a trick to dress you up in a characters of their choice’s clothing. Again.

He coughed, suddenly speaking fast. “Oh no, we do that sometimes yes. But tonight it’s with our club, in school you know? We’re one short, and Eddie didn’t want to postpone so -”

“Eddie?” You interrupted him, eyebrows raising. Oh. Hellfire. Right, you completely forgot that they were apart of it. You usually didn’t sit through whatever they did there and admittedly, you absolutely had no idea how to play the beloved game. Eddie had tried numerous times to explain it to you, however each time, you found him so incredibly cute that you couldn’t help yourself. He quickly forgot about it as well as soon as he felt your mouth on his.

“Yes. Eddie Munson. You probably heard of him right? He’s cool, I promise! People say stuff about him but it’s not true!” Well you knew that. You found it sweet the way Mike defended Eddie so quickly.

“Yes, I know him. Don’t worry, you know I don’t listen to what people say. It’s okay, I’ll help you guys out. But be warned, I don’t know anything about Dungeons and Dragons”

You heard Dustin yelling in the background repeatedly thanking you, making you laugh. You reassured them it was no problem and that you would follow their every lead. Whatever that might be. You turned around going back to your tapes, when you saw Robin and Steve looking at you.

“What?”

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It made you sincerely happy seeing the glee on the boy's faces. Dustin was practically buzzing out of his seat in the back of your car throughout the entire ride. You briefly saw Steve helping a girl get out of his car, he winked at you making a scoring gesture when his date came to view. You rolled your eyes slightly amused at his antics.

“C'mon boys are you ready to kill these ogres or what?”You put on your best enthusiastic voice.

Mike and Dustin looked at each other for a moment then straight at you. “We appreciate the enthusiasm” Dustin said. The two boys tried to explain the rules as much as they could as you three made the short walk. Their voices seemed to get louder as you reached the room. Eddie looked up and upon seeing you, surprise filled his face, raising an eyebrow as if asking you what you were doing there. You quickly and discreetly shook your head, placing a finger to your lips telling him not to say anything just yet.

“Eddie! Hey, we got a sub! This is y/n, she's our friend and agreed to fill for Lucas!” Dustin and Mike spoke practically at once. You found adorable how excited they were. Letting them take the lead, you suppressed your laughter realizing that Eddie was going to play along the second he pretended to turn serious.

“Y/N uh? And does she even play? Is she even good at it?” He fired up questions at the duo, as if he didn’t know the answers. “Or did you guys just ask your friend and called it a day?”

Mike and Dustin gulped, sharing a nervous look between them, when they didn’t seem to come up with anything you decided to take the heat off them. “I happen to think I'm a fast learner” You walked towards your boyfriend smirking with a glint in your eyes.

Your right hand grabbed the collar of his vest, leaning towards him as you spoke softly. “Plus you can just go easy on me, can't you?” You almost got lost in his dark eyes and the way he nibbled on his bottom lip after hearing you speak. The sounds of coughs brought you back, and you looked over your shoulder finding the two boys looking downright distraught.

“What the fuck Y/N? Do you know him?”

“No Mike, I just throw myself at every guy I meet” You joked, making Eddie laugh behind you. You felt his hand on your hip, caressing your skin there. “He's my boyfriend guys” You explained.

“I missed you” He said quietly, just for you to hear. Your lips stretched into a small smile, feeling the familiar butterflies on your stomach. With hands now settled on his neck, you kissed him finally greeting him properly. He sighed into your mouth, satisfied. “I missed you too” You replied. He smiled that beautiful smile of his, both of you ignoring the loud 'ews' and various sounds of disgust coming from the near table.

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Get to Know Me!

Thanks to @kiwiana-writes and @14carrotghoul for tagging me in part 1, and to @violetbaudelaire-quagmire, @magicandarchery, and @cha-melodius for part 2! I'm gonna smush 'em together into one big giant Get to Know Val fest!

Part 1

Last song: Drunk Me by Mitchell Tenpenny. I've been listening to it for two days straight because it's inspired a fic I'm now writing.

Last film: The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes.

Currently reading: Ummm...nothing? Though @ships-to-sail is trying real hard to get me to finally read One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston, and I'm inclined to finally do so.

Currently watching: Not a damn thing, honestly.

Currently consuming: Dr. Pepper, aka my lifeblood.

Currently craving: More hours in the day.

Part 2

1. Were you named after anyone? Valerie Bertinelli. No joke.

2. When was the last time you cried? Earlier tonight thanks to @anincompletelist's soulmate found here and a deep discussion that @thinkof-england and I were having about said fic.

3. Do you have kids? Not currently, but working on it.

4. What sports do you play/have you played? I have played soccer and basketball. And marching band, if you consider it a sport, which I do.

5. Do you use sarcasm? No...not at all 😏.

6. What’s the first thing people notice about you? Usually the fact that I'm 5'11".

7. What’s your eye color? Green.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Literally both.

9. Any talents? I'm tops at letting fandom consume my every waking moment.

10. Where were you born? Virginia.

11. What are your hobbies? Writing, making video edits, doing escape rooms when my friends and I can find the time, and hanging with my pup.

12. Do you have any pets? Yep, an 11.5-year-young Biewer Terrier/Maltese mix named Gizmo.

13. How tall are you? 5'11".

14. Favorite subject in school? English.

15. Dream job? Opening my own escape room.

Going to throw some tags into the universe for: @thinkof-england, @ships-to-sail, @priincebutt, @lfg1986-2, @sparklepocalypse, @duchessdepolignaca03 @anincompletelist @indestructibleheart @whimsymanaged @statueinthestonetoo

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cha0ticspacebi · 1 year

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The King of the Hellfire Club: Chapter 1

Your dad promised this was the last move until after you graduate. You see Eddie Munson outside Nancy's house shortly after your arrival in Hawkins. Everyone tells you to stay away but you're sure there's more to him than he lets on. Now it's the day before spring break and you just have to work up the nerve to actually talk to him before you lose your chance.

Tags: 18+ MDNI, falling in love, full of cheesy cliche high school romance tropes, dungeon master Eddie, dom Eddie, rockstar Eddie hurt/comfort, getting together, fluff/smut

dividers by firefly-graphics

Chapter 1/13 ☆ → Next chapter

☆ You can find me over on A03 as Cha0ticBi ☆ Master list link! ☆

College. It was on everyone’s mind as senior year neared its end. Well maybe not everyone. Maybe not all your classmates were panicking to the same degree you were. Nancy already got her acceptance letter and yours was still MIA. Your parents and friends kept reassuring you that it would arrive any day but any day wasn’t soon enough.

It was the day before spring break and it started off like any other day since you moved here.

Hawkins, Indiana. Unlike any other city in the county you’ve lived in. Your father’s job had you moving around quite frequently but he promised this was the last move at least until you graduated. You’re surprised you still ended up here after hearing about the bizarre disappearances and a suspicious mall fire last year. But after LA you figured it would be nice to spend your senior year in a small town away from the outside world. Why the government built a high security research facility in the middle of small town America? Who knows. Your dad said it was a newer facility and he was needed to help them get started.

“Mom, I'm leaving!” You called out as you grabbed your bag, “If I get any mail can you call the school so they can tell me?”

She yelled from the other room, a hint of laughter sneaking through, “Sweetheart you know a watched pot never boils! I’ll see you after school.”

You finished putting your shoes on and headed out, “Hey there baby,” your prized red Chevy drop top glistened in the morning sun rise. Robin’s advice from yesterday rang in your ears as you turned on the radio, Girl you need to chill out! Smoke some weed or something but you're tied way too tight, enjoy life ! Maybe she’s right, You thought to yourself, I know I did my best on those entrance exams and not to brag but my marks in class have never been a problem. Maybe the mail is just backed up. No reason to stress. The song from your speakers caught your attention. You turned it up. The sun was rising. It was a warm morning here in the midwest. You rolled the top down and for the first time in a while you felt relaxed as you pulled into the dirt parking lot of Hawkins High School.

Tonight I wanna give it all to you

In the darkness there's so much I want to do

And tonight I wanna lay it at your feet

'Cause girl, I was made for you

And, girl, you were made for me

Spring break anticipation was palpable as you turned your car off and followed the crowd into the gym for this morning’s pep rally. The basketball team was headed to their championship game tonight. Even though sports weren’t really your thing Nancy would be there reporting for the school paper and Robin will be there playing in the band. Maybe…

“He’s not here,” Nancy teased as she sat down, watching you obviously scanning the crowd for a certain metalhead, “He’s never been one for school functions.”

“I wasn’t looking for anyone!” You defend yourself, “I was thinking about the mechanics of these bleachers and how they are designed to hold this much weight.”

She laughed, “Oh that’s a new one. When are you going to admit that you have a crush? You’ve been eyeing him since the first day you moved here! Senior year is almost over and even if he doesn’t graduate, again, you will and you’ll lose your chance!”

“I don’t have a crush! I just… wish people weren’t so judgemental of him.”

“He must have friends though right, I mean Mike’s in that hellfire club of his.”

“I’m sure he has friends but come on Nance, could you concentrate on Mrs. Click’s history lectures with all the whispers? When half the school thinks you're a satanist and the other half thinks you're just drug dealing trailer trash? If everyone made a spectacle when I showed up to class I’d skip too.”

She shrugged, “If you're so concerned about his well being why is it you’ve never actually talked to him?” The band started playing and cut your conversation short.

After the school fight song concluded, the basketball team came in and their captain, Jason Carver, gave a moving speech on how winning a highschool basketball game could be just the thing that the town needed to move on after all the tragedy that had befell this quiet community shortly before your arrival. The cheerleaders did a dance number and before you knew it; it was time for lunch.

You’d been thinking about what Nancy said all morning. Maybe it was her push to take action, or maybe it was Robin’s smoke some weed sentiment, or maybe it was the infectious, flirtatious nature of the impending spring break holiday, whatever it was that brought you to your current position here you were. Standing on the edge of the lunchroom, gripping your school issued lunch so tight the tray threatened to crack, watching the infamous Eddie Munson saunter across the top of a table, taunting the jocks, the science club, and anyone basically that would be considered “fitting the societal norm”. He hopped down just in time to block the path of 2 cheerleaders. Your heartbeat quickened as you watched his gentlemanly display of allowing them to pass unbothered. He must be done, you thought as you watched him retake his seat at the head of the hellfire lunch table. And I must be out of my mind . You walked towards them.

“Come on Eddie!” Dustin yelled, “Can’t we just reschedule? Lucus says the team needs him.”

Eddie’s eyes were dark as he lowered his head, “Re….scheulde? You want to reschedule the jaw dropping finale of the Cult of Vecna? ”

“It’s just until tomorrow!” Mike spoke up, “Like no big deal right?”

His eyes shifted and head tilted in surprise, “No. Big. Deal? If it’s no big deal. Get out there and find a replacement! If Sinclair would rather throw balls into laundry baskets then we will simply replace him.”

No one responded to him.

“Hi Eddie,” It was painfully obvious how nervous you were. You could feel all the eyes at the table on you, you definitely interrupted something.

Thankfully Mike broke the silence, “Oh hey,” he addressed the table, “Guys this is my sister Nancy’s friend - ” he was cut off.

Eddie turned to face you, bright brown eyes smiling up at you from his seat, “Wheeler’s friend huh? Well to what do we lowly peasants owe the pleasure of your presence?”

His voice went right to your chest. This was the first time you actually worked up the nerve to talk to him and all you wanted was to hear him speak again. You cleared your throat and bit your lip, forcing the words out “Eddie? I was wondering if I could ask you…”

“I’ll stop you there princess, I know the nature of your quest and what it is you seek. Meet me out on the edge of the forest. There’s an old picnic table. After school. Now if you’ll excuse me, miss, I have some treacherous wretches to deal with.”

“Treacherous? Come on Eddie!” Dustin threw his arms up, “If it means that much to you we can just play your sick, twisted, sadistic campaign without him? I mean we will probably die without the extra person but hey that could be a good story too right? Maybe the bad guys win this one and then after break we return with all new characters to avenge our fallen heroes!” The whole table laughed! Even you couldn’t stop a snicker from escaping.

“I gotta admit Henderson,” Eddie shook his head, “You’ll make one hell of a dungeon master. Maybe even worthy enough to de-throne me one day.” He took a napkin from the table and folded it into a crooked circle shape before placing it on the crown of his head, “But for now, what the king says goes! And I say, find me a replacement!”

You realized you have been awkwardly eavesdropping on their conversation. You turn to walk away as a hand reaches outstretched, “Oh fair maiden,” Eddie falls to one knee dramatically, “Will you come to this king’s aid in his time of need? The fate of the world may depend on you!”

Your eyes widened, fingers still death gripping the plastic tray in your hands. Before you could answer, Eddie and his table of minions were all laughing again. Eddie rose to his feet and smiled at you, his voice lowered as he leaned in, “Hey sorry for putting you on the spot like that but,” The charm practically dripped off his tongue, “My invitation was genuine. I know spending your evening with a bunch of dungeons and dragons dorks might not sound all that fun but I promise to make it worth your while.”

Your face flushed, “Well I don’t know anything about it or how to play but it sounds intriguing. Can I think about it and give you an answer after school?”

Eddie grinned, pleased, “Of course fair maiden,” he bowed, “I’ll await your decision in the forest.”

You nodded and spun on your heel as you headed towards the library to eat your lunch. Despite all the conversations and voices clouding your perception, you thought you heard something.

“Wow I'm shocked she didn’t say yes, ” Gareth mocked sarcastically.

Eddie’s eyes locked on you, watching you disappear in the crowd, grin widening, “She didn’t say no either.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fanfic #stranger things smut #18+ content #high school sweetheart eddie munson #dungeon master eddie munson

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itskatastrophe-x · 2 years

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Through Everything | Eddie Munson x f!reader (CH2)

a/n -- I forgot to mention on the first chapter, there WILL be spoilers since the fic follows the plot of the show!! If you have not watched all the way through, I suggest you do not read later chapters. This will be a slow burn and so far these two chapters have been based on the first episode only. That being said, enjoy!

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3

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The end of the day finally rolled around and you were heading to your locker with your music blaring. The scrawny boy from that morning was standing there awkwardly, rubbing his arm and looking around frantically. You raised your eyebrows as his eyes met yours and he let out a visible sigh as you neared him. “Thank god,” you heard him say as you moved your headphones to your neck.

“I thought you already left,” he said as he moved out of your way. You swung the door open and shook your head.

“Sorry. The teacher wanted to talk to me after class.” You shoved your things in your bag and turned to him as you slammed the door behind you.

“So,” he started. “Did you think about your answer? We need a sub, desperately, now. Our friend can’t make it because… Well, he’s busy. We asked everyone and you’re our last hope.” He gives you puppy eyes and you roll your own at him as you begin walking.

“Sure dude, whatever,” you reply. He lets out a whoop and pumps his fist next to his side in joy and you hold back a smile.

“Oh! By the way, I’m Mike. Mike Wheeler. I guess I should have introduced myself this morning.” The two of you exit the building and stop at a wall outside.

“And I’m (y/f/n). You don’t get the pleasure of knowing my last name.” He shrugs.

“Fine by me. First name basis is good.” You nod and stand awkwardly there with him for a second. “Alright, well, we meet tonight while the basketball game is going on, so meet us in the club room. I’m sure you’ve seen it before.” You nod and hum your response and get ready to go. You turn to leave but he says one last thing. “Hey, by the way, don’t be anxious around Eddie. He’s our DM. He and his friends may look mean and scary, and they are when they’re all revved up, but I swear he’s cool.” You nod and walk away backwards.

“Cool,” you repeat. “I’ll be there.” You turn and walk home, your music finally gracing you. Eddie.

The hours tick by as the sun begins to set, and you make your way back to the school. You decided to shower and change before leaving, This time wearing a torn and frayed pair of black jeans, a t-shirt with the band logo for The Cure splayed across the front, your usual worn-out looking leather jacket with patches and pins, and a pair of black high top converse. You had light makeup on, just some black liner and the darkest shade of red lipstick you owned. Your hair was slightly teased to be a little fluffier, and you rustled it in the mirror by the front door as you were steeling your nerves to leave. “Honey,” your mom called. She rounded the corner from the kitchen and stopped, a small, shocked ‘oh’ leaving her lips as she met you. “Honey, where are you headed?” You grunt and turn to the door, opening it and looking back at her.

“An after school club with some new friends.” She gives you a light smile.

“I’m glad you finally made some friends here. I was beginning to think…” She trailed off and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, thanks.” You walk out the door and slam it behind you, the chilly evening air hitting you gently as you sigh.

The walk was nerve wracking. You didn’t know how to act around new people anymore. You were normally bubbly and a total goofball around friends, but that had died down since you had lost all of said friends. The Hellfire guys all looked so intimidating, aside from the freshmen, so you were preparing yourself mentally to be met with cold stares and quiet chatter. The only thing you had to comfort you on your walk was the sounds of loud metal playing from your Walkman. There were small groups of kids walking in the same direction so you knew it would be busy around the school building, making your nerves climb even higher.

Your assumption was correct as you rounded the last corner on your journey. You could hear the crowd inside from almost one hundred feet from the building, the drums from the band echoing through the near empty streets. You made your way inside, maneuvering through the crowd with great difficulty, towards the Hellfire club room. As you finally made it to the deserted hallway the room was in, you saw Mike and two others walking down the hall, a flag draped around the shoulders of the smaller person in the middle. You furrowed your brow as they entered the room and out of your sight. You slowly got closer to the classroom and heard chatter inside. You lingered in the doorway as you watched the small girl in Eddie’s face, explaining why she should be allowed to sub. You couldn’t help but feel your heart break when you realized you had been replaced in such a short amount of time, and you were almost about to leave at the end of her explanation, but Eddie’s eyes flitted over to you for the briefest second, then back to the girl in front of him, and you were frozen in place.

Eddie extended his hand to the girl, holding back a smile as he welcomed her to the club. She took his hand with a stern expression and they shook them once, then parted. Eddie’s eyes made their way back to you, giving you a once over, and turning to the table. “You just gonna stand there and watch or are you comin’ in,” he said loudly, more as a statement. All eyes were on you now and you felt your heart speed up. You looked at Mike and he scrunched his brows and mouthed ‘sorry’. Eddie sat on a throne at the end of the table behind his DM setup and watched you coolly. You felt your face heat up and breathed deeply, trying to make a good first impression. “Who are you? State your business,” he said from his seat as the rest took theirs. All except Mike, who came to you and pulled you in by the arm.

“This is (y/n). I invited her to sub before I knew Dustin had asked Erica. She said yes but… You already let Erica in. Did you want to go home?” He turned to face you as he asked the last part. The room was quiet again as he waited for your answer. You readied yourself and cleared your throat, bringing back your usual spitfire tone that you loved so much. You looked past Mike to Eddie and smirked.

“If it would please his highness to have an audience, I think I’d like to stay.” Mike turned to Eddie, who was rubbing his chin and tapping his fingers on the throne in thought.

“The king will allow it,” he stated, looking back to you. “Only because… Who could let such a pretty face walk home alone in the dark.” You felt your cheeks heat up slightly but calmed yourself and hummed as you walked to a chair behind him and pulled it closer to the table, giving him a small bow before seating yourself, which brought a playful smile to both of your faces. You had a feeling it was going to be a good night for once.

As the night progressed, you couldn’t help but feel more and more at home with this rag tag group of high schoolers. They all seemed intimidating at first, but the longer you were there the more you realized they were the softest nerds you have met. The night was full of laughter and yelling and you were practically at the edge of your seat all night long with the gripping tale Eddie had laid out for the group. At a certain point, Eddie had the rest of the group yelling with a twist you weren’t quite caught up on. After the group agreed to take on the villainous monster, and losing almost all of their team, they headed to the other side of the room to discuss whether or not to continue. This left you and Eddie alone at his end of the table, and you couldn’t help but look at him in awe in the stage lights and how he seemed to glow with pride with the campaign he had created. You stayed like that for a while until he looked back at you, causing you to avert your eyes. “Y’know I could feel you staring. If you think I’m pretty, just say so,” he chuckles out.

“Oh in your dreams,” you retort. “Who is this ‘Vecna’ character anyway? Like what’s the story behind him?” He looks back at you with a twinkle in his eye before starting his explanation, your faces closer to one another as he whispers to you his detailed backstory and where he plans to take the character if the group fails.

It is all short lived, though, as the group comes back for their final battle. For another few minutes, you are at the edge of your seat with anticipation. The group is restless, all crowding around the opposite end as Dustin rolls, and ultimately misses. Eddie’s reaction has you giggling as you watch his pure joy at the failure. You can tell he put a lot of effort into this campaign and didn’t want it to end, and by the looks of it, he was going to get his way. Erica stepped up to the table, the group of teens yelling in anticipation as she shook and then threw the die. It clattered across the table, the yelling never stopping, until it finally stopped. For a split second, all was quiet, until Erica yelled “CRIT HIT” and the boys went wild. Eddie stood in shock and excitement and did a bow to congratulate the team on their efforts. You hadn’t realized you were standing until Eddie turned to face you, heat rising to your cheeks as you took note that you were leaning against the table next to him, your arms now brushing one another. “Was the night everything you thought it was going to be?”

You beamed at him and nodded, not once moving away. “This is the most fun I’ve had since moving to this town. You seem really passionate here and everyone clearly loved your story. Hell, I’m more inclined to ask to join, now that I’ve watched it all play out like this.”

He extends his hand to you and you look down at it, then back up to his shining brown eyes. “Well in that case, welcome to the club.” You take his hand and shake it, but neither of you move to pull away. “It might be a while until the next campaign, though. Planning and all. But we’ll have a shirt made for you before Spring break. Even if you don’t want to play and would want to watch, you’re welcome any time. Flattery speaks to me and I’d love to hear you cheer me on again.” You chuckle nervously at his words but quickly realize that’s what you’ve been doing all night. “Anyway,” he continues. “How about you let me take you home? It’s late, and I’d like to keep my promise.”

You finally drop your hand to your side and agree, sitting patiently as the rest of the group leaves and Eddie cleans everything else up. The room is, again, filled with silence, but it isn’t uncomfortable. You sit there quietly with your eyes closed, the lights behind you warming you pleasantly. You finally felt happy again, like you had finally found a good group of people to call friends. Sure, Eddie was loud and eccentric, but you could be too at times, so you felt like this was the start of something really good. Life was finally getting comfortable again.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x reader #x reader #x you #f!reader #stranger things #fanfic #fanfiction #slow burn #oc #ooc

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sataniquepanique · 2 years

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Painkiller - Part 4 Cries In The Night

Summary: It's the end of the year, and Eddie goes missing after Chrissy's death. You are the only one who knows where he could be hiding.

Genre: slow burn, fluff

Warnings: language, mentions of drug use

Word Count: 2.2k

Notes: I have one final part after this, and yes it is finally smut (I just love slow burn romance, okay?)

Six months had passed since you started your senior year in Hawkins. It was honestly pretty hard to believe that in less than 2 months you would finally be graduating. You had applied to a few colleges in the surrounding area, but the one you really wanted to get into was in New York City, back on the East Coast. You hadn’t told anyone, especially Eddie, that you had even applied there, worried about his reaction. Spring break officially starts tomorrow, and you can’t wait to spend an entire week with Eddie. Your feelings for him had grown over the past few months, but you couldn’t muster up the courage to admit them to yourself, let alone him, over the fear that he wouldn’t reciprocate. He never looked at other girls, apart from the occasional passing glance, and you could never tell if it was lustful or just because he had sold drugs to them in the past.

“You still coming to my art show tonight?” You look up at him from your lunch.

“…I wouldn’t miss it for the world…” he said, distracted by a magazine he was reading.

“Can you believe this shit?” He mutters, flipping the page and reading the headline out loud, “Dungeons and Dragons…studies link violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide and even…murder!” He snarks as he slams the magazine down onto the lunch table. He was really revved up today. “We’re the freaks because…we like to play a fantasy game?” He stepped up onto the table, his voice getting louder. “But as long as you're into band, or science, or parties, or a game where you toss BALLS into LAUNDRY BASKETS!” He shouted over towards the basketball team’s table, where Jason stood up and yelled some vague threats back at him. Eddie turned around after taunting Jason, and walked his way back down the table towards you. “It’s forced conformity. That’s what’s KILLING the KIDS!” He exaggerates as he hops off the table. “You boys…” he points to Mike and Dustin, “…are the future of Hellfire, you need to keep the legacy going. Jeff graduates this year, Gareth has a year and a half, and me…this is my year. ’86 baby! Before you know it I’m gonna walk that stage, flip Principal Higgins the bird, snatch that diploma and run like hell outta here.” He came and sat back next to you.

“Didn’t you say that last year?” Gareth says.

“…and the year before?” Jeff chimes in.

“Yeah, and I was full of shit!” Eddie snaps back.

“Eddie, are you really going to graduate this time?” You look at him suspiciously. You had tried to help him this year, studying and making flash cards and pushing him to try and apply himself. He wasn’t stupid by any means, he just didn’t feel like doing the actual work. He promised that the two of you would graduate together this year though.

“I am army crawling my way toward a D in Ms. O’Donnells. If I don’t blow her final, I’m outta here.” He says, flashing you a huge smile.

“Eddie…a D? Seriously?” You groan. He just keeps smiling, unconcerned. The bell rings, and you stand up and throw your bag over your shoulder, “I’m going to be setting up my gallery wall after school for the show tonight, so no need to wait up. I’ll see you around 8 at the show…?”

Eddie looks up at you, his deep brown eyes making your heart flutter, “Like I said, I wouldn’t miss it even if the world ended.”

The end-of-year art show was being held in the library, since the championship basketball game was occupying the gym. It was the culmination of everything you had been working on in your AP Art class all year. Eddie understood how much this meant to you, so he didn’t mind when you bowed out of tonight’s Hellfire meeting. You wait by your gallery wall, smiling as parents and students walk by and scan your work, talking about how talented everyone is. You check your watch, 8:15pm. Eddie hasn’t shown up yet. Hellfire Club ended at 8, so he should’ve been here by now. The show goes until 9:30, maybe he just got held up with one of the Hellfire kids, he still has time to get here. You spend the next hour nervously tapping your foot, arms crossed, staring at the door waiting for him to walk in.

9:15 and still no sight of Eddie. You’re furious. How dare he? He knew how important this was to you. You grabbed your denim jacket and left the show in a hurry. When you get home, you ask your mom if anyone called for you as you throw your car keys on the counter, she says no and you roll your eyes. Once upstairs in your room, you toss your jacket onto the floor in anger and lay on your bed, furious and upset. You fall asleep thinking of all of the things you’re going to say to Eddie tomorrow when you see him.

You and Eddie had plans to meet at your spot in the woods the next day at dusk to celebrate the first day of Spring Break with a smoke session. You showed up a little before sunset and sat at the picnic table, trying to steady your breathing. You were still pissed from the night before. Time passes, and Eddie still hasn’t shown. The sun had already set, and you were sitting in the dark woods alone. You’re not doing this again. You’re not waiting around for some guy that clearly wants nothing to do with you. You stand up and walk out of the woods to your car, trying to control yourself from driving to his trailer to kick his ass.

As you enter the lot outside of the woods, you see a BMW ripping into the parking lot, coming to a screeching halt in front of you. Dustin hangs out the front passenger side and screams “GET IN! GET IN NOW!” You slide into the backseat, confused and alarmed, next to Robin and Max who you recognize from school. Steve Harrison, Dustin’s “best older male friend” (his words, not yours), is in the drivers seat and tears out of the parking lot while you look between Dustin and the rest of the group.

“…does anyone want to tell me what the fuck is going on?” You ask in an annoyed tone. “Eddie’s in trouble…” Dustin says, looking back at you. You feel the blood drain from you face. He looks over to Max, who then fills you in on the events from last night: Eddie bringing Chrissy to his trailer, Chrissy dying, the police looking for him as a suspect, and Eddie going missing. You shake your head in disbelief, shoving the thoughts of him with another girl to the back of your brain.

“Eddie wouldn’t kill anyone or anything. He didn’t do this.” You say desperately, feeling awful for being so furious with him.

“We know, which is why we need to find him and help him,” Dustin responds, “Do you know where he could be?”

You think for a second. Where would he go where he knew no one would think to look?

“…Reefer Rick.” You blurt out, everyone staring at you, confused. “He’s at Reefer Rick’s house! He gets his weed from him.” You say as you lean forward to give Steve directions.

You pull up to Reefer Rick’s lakeside house and you scan the surrounding area. It’s pitch black, and the house is dark. You and the rest of the group walk up to the front door, shining flashlights into the windows.

“…I don’t see anything…” Max whispers as she peers into a window.

“REEFER RICK! REEFER RICK!” Dustin starts banging on the front door while Steve shushes him.

You walk to the corner of the house and look around back. You notice the door to the boat house is cracked open a little. “Guys….” You motion to the boathouse. Robin pushes past you and leads the group over toward the lake. She slowly pushes the boathouse door and you all cautiously follow inside. It’s empty. There’s no one inside, except for a rowboat bobbing along in the water. Steve grabs an oar and starts poking around inside the tarp covered boat, while the rest of you shine flashlights around looking for clues.

“…hey, look over here. Someone’s been in here.” Max says, holding up an empty bottle. You walk over to her to inspect further, while Steve continues to jam his oar into the tarp.

“…maybe he heard us? Got spooked, and ran…” Robin says.

“Don’t worry, Steve will get him with his oar!” Dustin muses sarcastically. Steve gives him an annoyed chuckle, “I know you think you’re being funny Henderson, but considering almost everyone in this room has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny—”

Suddenly, someone pops out from under the tarp and slams Steve against the wall, broken bottle to his throat.

It’s Eddie. You’ve never seen him like this, and your heart stops the second you see him. He’s visibly distraught and terrified, hand shaking as he holds the glass shard to Steve’s neck. “WHOA, WHOA, WHOA EDDIE! IT’S ME! IT’S DUSTIN!” He holds his hands up to Eddie, trying to calm him down. “Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” Dustin says calmly, “We’re on your side, we’re here to help!”

Steve throws the oar down beside him.

“…Eddie?” You call quietly from the back of the group. He snaps his gaze over to you and immediately drops the bottle to the floor when he see’s you. You push past the others and wrap your arms around him, squeezing as tight as you can. He grabs back, one hand clutching the back of your jacket, the other tangled in your hair. He’s crying softly into the side of your neck. “Oh Eddie…what happened” you whisper.

“You won’t believe me…” he sniffles, pulling back to look at you.

“Try us.” Max chimes in behind you. You put your hand on Eddies cheek and he leans into it, “you’re safe now” you promise.

You spend the night with Eddie in the boathouse to make sure he was okay. You slept on the wooden floor, wrapped in his leather jacket, holding onto each other.

Eddie refused to let you stay with him the next day, after he found out the police were officially searching for him as a murder suspect. He said he didn’t want you to get mixed up into all of it, and forced you to leave to go back home no matter how hard you protested. Steve drove you home that afternoon after he came to drop off food and supplies to Eddie. Once you sat in the passenger seat you broke down in muffled sobs, face buried in your hands. You had held it together for Eddie’s sake, but with him out of sight you couldn’t hold the fear of losing him inside of you anymore.

Steve dropped you off at your house, giving you a hug and a sad smile as you went inside.

You didn’t hear from anyone after that.

The next 48 hours were filled with panic and worry as you watched the entire town of Hawkins turn Eddie into a murderer. You were questioned by the police multiple times, regarding him and the rest of your friends, each interrogation ending up with you screaming at them that they were wrong.

You had never cried this much in your life. You assumed the worst after 2 days of not hearing from Eddie, or from anyone for that matter, and you were inconsolable. You finally decided to get high one night, hoping it would help you fall asleep and not have nightmares. Laying in bed, you started to drift off but are startled awake when you hear tapping on your window. Assuming that you’re hallucinating, you ignore it you and roll over, your eyes met with the photo of the Hellfire Club framed on your nightstand. You stare at it, glance over your friends faces, until you meet Eddie’s. His smile warms your heart, but also breaks it into a million pieces. The tapping starts again, and you get up to see what’s going on. You open the window and peer out to find Eddie standing below, soaking wet throwing little rocks at your window. “Christ…Eddie…” you motion for him to climb up the lattice, and he clamors through your window. You take him in, noticing that he’s covered in blood and scratches. He looks like he’s been through hell and back. He just stands there, defeated. You lead him over to your bed and peel off his jacket, having him lay down while you curl up next to him. You start to cry as you trace your fingers over his arms and see how cut up he is.

“…I thought you had died…” you whisper. He groans as you accidentally touch one of the cuts, “almost…but I had to make it back here…I couldn’t leave you alone.” He kisses the top of your head as you bury your face in his chest. You want to hear the story of what happened, about the trauma that Eddie has been through the past few days. But for now, he was safe and you both drift off to sleep in each others arms.

#Eddie munson #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson edit #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfic #Steve harrington #Eddie Munson x reader

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stevesaxetogrind · 11 months

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I have a plot bunny, it’s been done before but Stephanie Harrington is in my head. Consider, Season 4, trying to convince Robin that Vickie is also a tits girl:

“I feel it! Vickie likes boobies, she’s like me!”

“I’m not taking my ex’s advice on which girls like-”

“Boobies?”

“Ew stop saying it!”

“What? I’m a girl. You’re a girl. Vickie’s a girl. We all have boobies. We all like boobies Robin! Boobies, boo-”

“Shut up!”

“Don’t say that to your favourite ex.”

“You’re my only ex.”

“Well then as your ex turned bff- which Robin we didn’t even date- I say I have a great feeling. Fast Times doesn’t lie!”

“Fast Times isn’t even that good a film.”

“Don’t let Vickie hear you say that. Phoebe Cates would never. Take it back!”

“Nope.” Robin grinned that stupid smile of hers.

“How can you ever touch Vickie’s boobies is you don’t even take an interest in her interests?”

“Oh my god, stop saying boobies!”

“You said it too this time.” Steph smirked, “its funnier this way.”

“I give up on you.” Robin sighed, leaning against the door as they rolled into the school parking lot.

People milled about, completely uninterested in former Queen Bee Steph Harrington dropping off band geek Robin Buckley. Which was good. Robin liked it better that way.

She turned to Steph, tentative. “I’ll see you tonight. Are you going to take a date?”

Steph shrugged noncommittedly. “I’m giving Nance a life, she’s covering it for the paper so hopefully I don’t have to look like a total loner. But I got to support my best friend and her future girlfriend.”

Robing could only laugh when Steph started nudging her, enthusiastic to the end.

“High school is so last year for you, stop caring about popularity. Who cares if you go alone?”

Steph shook her head, “You can take the popularity out of the girl- violently and with monster goo from another dimension, but is it a crime to care what other people think? I’ve got to live in this town, shop here, talk to people- I’m not like you Robin, I’m not going to go to college… do you think I like little old lady Paulson giving me pitying looks about ‘ruining my face’ in the mall fire?”

Robin gave her a withering look. It didn’t stop her.

“Also Rob, I’m taking a break from men. Most girls think I’m some kind of disabled skank, and any girl who used to be able to tolerate me is either away at college or is caught between cheer loyalty and social suicide. I’m the one who couldn’t even make it into Tech as Head Cheerleader- you think they’d want supports but no-”

“Steffie honey, I don’t know your weird sports terms.”

“Okay point. Emily and Chrissy, maybe Tina S, are the only tolerable members of the Hawkins student body left and they’re all cheering tonight. I’m going to sit behind the band with you and cheer on Lucas. It’ll be fine.” She sounded like she was assuring herself more than Robin.

“Okay loser, you’re allowed to make new friends.”

“Or I could focus on the ones I already have. I don’t want Lucas to think the only reason I’m there is because some guy dragged me there to get laid.:

“Oh yeah. Huh, maybe you could sit with the kids. Everyone knows you babysat Henderson.”

“Yeah maybe. I know they don’t like sports, but it’s the Championship. I’m sure they’d grab some good seats at least.” Steph looks considering at which might be worse. At least she’d have someone to talk to, even if they were her freshmen friends. Especially since Nancy would be busy for most of the game.

“Maybe they’ll even let Lucas play. It’d be good for you all to cheer together! Little supporters’ section.” Robin suggested.

“God, I hope so, he’s been practicing a lot. I know he’ll do so well if they just give him a chance.” Steph smiled. She’d have played basketball for the school team if they’d scraped together enough girls for an inter-murals league, but it was just her and Laura C. No one else wanted to do anything that close to tomboy material. So, it’d been a lot of fun playing with Lucas when she’d drop Dustin off to their little summer game nights.

Robin gestured up at the school, bell about to ring. “Well, this is me dingus. Love you Steph. Wave to me tonight.”

“Love you too, see you Robbie.”

#literally just me wanting to have everything the same except steve is steph #i have seen variations on this concept but my friends will tell you I am a Rule63 afficiando #stranger things #bi steve harrington #past stobin #but in a lesbian way #rule63 #i have a whole write up i want to post but i handwrote it like an elizabethan nerd #technically I feel like Tracey or Jennifer is a better Steven equivanlent but you gotta keep the same letter for recognizability #basically i think it would be funny as hell if steph and robin made out a bit after coming out to one another and were still platonic even #if they were both girls desperate to make out with other girls #so baby bi trying to coach veteran virgin lesbian #r63 steve

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Part 11 - Beauty and the Freak

Dungeon Master 🌶️

Mature 18+ Smut Minors DNI

Veronica

" I feel weird about going to your meeting tonight. Like I am breaking some kind of 'No girls allowed' rule. I really don't want to interfere with your guy time Ed's." We sat facing each other on my bed, homework splayed out before us.

Eddie smirked." First of all, it is not a guys only club, Sinclair's younger sister Erica, or Lady Applejack as she likes to be referred to, goes all the time. She is a firecracker that girl, she has more balls than any on the guys, well except for Dustin. " He laughed. " I have asked the guys, they don't mind at all. I want you to see what Hellfire is all about, what I do two nights a month for hours at a time. " He leaned forward and lightly kissed my lips." Please Princess?"

I took his face in my hands." It is literally impossible for me to say no to you."

" Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow and whispered,"Can I fuck you right now on your pretty pink comforter?"

I felt my face get hot. " No-"

" I thought you said it was impossible for you to say no to me?"

" Baby, my Mom could walk in at any second-"

" Your right, I would hate for Lucy to catch me railing her daughter, especially since she thinks I am such a sweet boy."

" Yeah , I would absolutely hate that too. She's not naive, as much as she loves you she still doesn't want us having sex in this house. Why do you think she always comes in with drinks and snacks?"

" Because she's a total mom and doesn't want anyone to starve while they are under her roof."

" She keeps coming in to make sure we aren't getting busy. That is why the door must stay open at all times."

" It's a good thing she doesn't know what happens when she goes to bed at night and I sneak in." He smiled devilishly.

I could feel the blush still on my cheeks." But we have never actually had sex in this house. "

He sighed. " It is a dream of mine, to have sex with you in this sweet, girly girl room surrounded by your stuffed animals, lace curtains and your floral scent."

" A dream of yours?"

" Yup." He smiled. Almost on cue we heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

" Knock , knock!" My mom came in carrying a plate of cookies." How's the homework coming?"

" Good! We are almost done. " I grabbed a Chocolate chip cookie."Tonight I'm going to a Hellfire Club meeting."

" That will be fun. Just don't get sucked into his satanic cult ok?" She winked and laughed.

Eddie laughed." No Lucy, that doesn't happen until the second meeting."

She shook her head. " They are all a bunch of dumbasses, it just a game. Well I will let you get back to it!" She strolled out.

" So you are going to come tonight?" Eddie smiled widely.

I leaned closer to him this time." I don't know, am I going to cum tonight?"

" Abso-fucking-lutely." He whispered, giving me chills. " I promise to make it worth your while."

" I am sure you will. I can't wait to see my Dungeon Master in action. "

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" Good evening Gentlemen, we have a special guest tonight. Ronnie is here to observe this portion of the campaign." Eddie dragged me into the drama room at the school. We were surrounded by every prop from every school play for the last 20 years, and there was a large wooden table with what appeared to be a throne on one end and heavy wooden chairs surrounding it. The Hellfire Club, which consisted of Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair ( who happened to be absent tonight due to the basketball game currently happening at the other end of the school) and Eddie's band members from Corroded Coffin Jeff, Gareth and Scotty, were all sitting the table.

" Hey guys!" I smiled and waved to the group and they all greeted me back. " I promise I won't interfere with anything, just observing."

" We are glad your here." Dustin smiled at me.

" Yeah, if you'd like you can come over and sit by me? I, uh , could kind of walk you through it ." Mike motioned to a chair beside him .

" I don't think that is a good idea Wheeler, your going to need to have your head in the game," Eddie started setting up his binders and books and notebooks. " It's a nice gesture but your easily distracted." Eddie looked over his binders at Mike and smirked.

Mike Wheeler had been caught on multiple occasions staring at my chest and Eddie was convinced that the kid had developed a crush on me since the morning I walked out of Eddie's room wearing nothing but a hellfire shirt and panties. Little horndog. But in my defense I also wasn't expecting his entire group of friends to be standing in his living room at 7:00 in the morning. I wore that same Hellfire Shirt tonight, this time paired with a cardigan and a jean skirt. I knew that Eddie would appreciate the shirt because it fit tightly over my chest ,and the Jean skirt, knowing that it would be easy access for sex later on that night. He always seemed to be wound up after campaigns, not that I would ever complain.

I stood back and watched him set up, a look of concentration his face, this was clearly something he took very seriously. I listened to the chatter at the other end of the table, the guys strategically planning . It was nice to finally see what it was all about.

Eddie looked over at me and smiled, " Hey Sweetheart, why don't you come on over and sit next to me?" He waved me over to the throne he sat in.I stood beside him and he pulled me down on his lap. " I am so glad that you are here Princess. " he gave me a quick kiss, then motioned to everything laid out in front of him. " I will give you a quick review of what what has been going on in this campaign then we will get started." He ran his hand up my thigh as he explained, of course everything sounded so foreign to me but I loved the passion and excitement in his voice. Before he got started I climbed off his lap and sat in a chair opposite of Mike and Dustin.

" Gentlemen, let us continue the quest for Phandelver treasure."

I sat back and watched for hours, trying to follow along , soaking in as much information as it could,completely enthralled. The man was an amazing storyteller, I had know this first hand when he read me the Hobbit, he was animated and dramatic , a natural performer. He really should have been in drama. The other members of the club ate it up. It was equally as entertaining watching their reactions and how they handled the different situations.

" You are traveling through the dark forest on your way to the forbidden cave where the treasure you covet sits inside ,and your band of Warriors Hear a crashing through the woods, you take cover, hiding behind trees, boulders anything you can to conceal your bodies. You slowly peek out from behind the trunk of the tree and spot a Minotaur-"

There was a huge reaction to this, an outburst of obscenities.

" We are all fucking dead!" Gareth exclaimed throwing himself back in his chair.

" There is no way we are going to make it out of this alive!" Jeff commented.

" Stop being a bunch of Pussies, we knew that there would be a guard outside the cave-"Dustin looked around the group.

" The clock is ticking gentlemen, he is getting closer and closer, he is sniffing the air, picking up on your scent,do you stay hidden and hope that he will pass you by? Or do you make your move, risk it all to get the treasure deep inside the cave? Do you fight or do you flee?"

The guys looked at Eddie, back to each other then back to Eddie.

" Timeout!" Scotty yelled. The group took off to the corner of the room to come up with a game plan, I could hear arguing, Dustin telling his teammates that they needed to grow bigger balls, I smiled to myself and then looked at My Dungeon Master. He had a smirk on his face as he watched the other's panic, he must have felt my eyes on him because he turned his head and gave a smile that had me melting in my chair. He got up out of his throne and sauntered over , placed hands on either side of me on the armrests and leaned down to my ear. " You would look so pretty riding my cock while I sit on that throne. A perfect seat for my sweet little Princess."

My eyes went wide, my heart started beating faster and I swallowed hard. "Jesus Christ Eddie."

" It's ok baby, they can't hear me,they are too busy panicking over there in the corner. What do you say Sweetheart?" He ran his hands up and down my arms, giving me goosebumps."After everyone has gone we have ourselves a little adventure of our own?"

I looked up into his gorgeous brown eyes of his. My stomach flip flopped. "If they lose to your Minotaur I will fuck you on that throne."

A slow smile spread across his face. "And if they win?"

" We are having sex either way , whether it is on the throne or in the van or on your bed, so really it is win win, this way just adds a little pizazz to it."

" I fucking love it." He leaned down and kissed me." I fucking love you."

" I fucking love you too. Now there isn't a way you can cheat at this, right?"

" No, these nerds know every detail of this game. It literally comes down to the roll of the dice."

I smiled." Good luck, Eddie the Banished."

He winked at me than ran back over to his chair." Time is up. What is your decision? There is no shame in running away."

" The odds that we will actually win this-" Mike exclaimed.

" Don't ever tell me the odds. What the hell are we even playing for if you all are too afraid to take chances? We can beat it between all of us if we don't turn and run away-" Dustin commented.

" Gentlemen, I need an answer."

" All in favor of playing this out raise your hands." Dustin looked around the group, there were 3 hands in the air. "Alright, 3 out of five , let's fucking do this!"

And then there was pure chaos. The boys were hollering and dice were rolling, Eddie jumped out of his chair , leaned across the the table, his eyes watching the dice like a hawk. I had no idea what the hell was happening but it was getting intense. Eddie swept his hand down and sent game pieces flying, the guys roared. I sat on the edge of my seat, literally watching the whole scene unfold. It was nuts.

" This is it, this is fucking it." Dustin took the die in his hand and closed his eyes. He shook it in his hand and everyone held their breath as he let it go onto the table. They all leaned forward waiting for the dice to stop on a number. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The dice stopped and settled.

There was a loud cheer. " We won! We fucking won!"

" You have destroyed the Minotaur, and are now able to access the treasure you have risked your life for. Enjoy the fruits of your labor. Congratulations, you have completed the campaign."

The boys went absolutely bonkers.

I watched Eddie smile then go over and pat them all on the back. I walked over to the group and squeezed Dustin's shoulder. " You've got balls kid. That was incredible."

He turned to face me, giant smile on his face." So when are you going to start playing?"

" I think I will just continue to watch for a little while. I'll leave it to the professionals."

There was a lot of happy chatter as the guys helped Eddie pick things up and put things away.

Mike looked down at his watch." Shit Dustin, we're late, Steve is probably waiting for us in the parking lot."

" Shit. Eddie, you need us to do anything else for you?" Dustin asked.

" Yeah Ed's, what else can we do?" Jeff asked.

" You guys go ahead, I just need to load up the van and lock the door, drop the key off on the front desk of the office. I've got it from here. No need to wait around,I'll be out in 10."

" Alright, good night Eddie the Banished." Dustin smiled and bowed, which Eddie returned in an even more dramatic fashion.

" Congratulations again guys! Have a good night!" I waved to them all as they smiled and walked out of the room.

Eddie plopped down on the throne with an exaggerated sigh. " I was so fucking close Princess, so fucking close! Dustin, that little Shithead is so goddamn fearless, he has no idea what he cost me tonight-"

I walked over to the door and turned the lock then flipped off the light switch. The dim safety lights came on and I walked over to Eddie.

I saw the smile on his face as I approached him." What are you doing darling?"

" I know how disappointed you are that they defeated your Minotaur baby, so I am going to make an exception." I stood over him and started to unbuckle his belt.

" We're really going to do this?"

" Unless you don't want to-"

" Of course I want to -"

" Then help me pull your pants down."

He did not hesitate , his pants were down in a blink of an eye, his shirt also on the floor. Even in the dark I could see how hard he was. I ran my hand down his length and heard him moan. If you had told me a year ago that just the sound of a moan could turn me on, or that I would be screwing my incredibly hot boyfriend in the drama room at the school after dungeons and dragons I would have laughed in your face, but here we are.

Ever since our first time I can't stop thinking about sex with him. I can't look at him without wanting to put my hands all over him. He is such an amazing lover, he can be so soft and sweet and gentle, and as I am more recently finding out also assertive and very vocal. He is so fucking hot.

I slid off my panties and straddled him, my hands running over his bare chest.He ran his hands up my thighs and hiked up my skirt, then continued up to slip off my shirt. He stared in awe at my breast, then a slow smile spread across his face.

" Are you ready for me Princess?" His fingers slid between my legs. " Your so fucking ready."

" I am always ready for you baby." I lined myself up with his thick cock and slowly lowered myself down onto it until I had taken him fully in. We both moaned at the sensation.

" Oh Fuck," Eddie breathed, I watched as his head rolled back, exposing his neck. I leaned in and kissed his throat, trailing kisses up to his jaw and then his lips. He moaned into my mouth as I slid up and down on his shaft. He felt so amazing, stretching me in the best way possible.

His big hand's grabbed onto my hips and he rocked me back and forth, he nibbled on my lower lip before pulling away. " You look so pretty Love, face flushed, your pouty lips swollen," he brought his hands up to my chest, slid his thumbs under the lace of my bra, grazing my nipples. Goosebumps washed over my skin." That feel good?" He thrusted his hips upward as I rode him and I gasped.

" That feels so good baby please don't stop." I begged.

He continued at a relentless pace, I whimpered as he hit the spot over and over again." Open your eyes baby, look at me." He tilted my chin up and I opened my eyes and gazed right into his. " I want to watch your beautiful face as you cum." He breathed.

I rocked harder and faster until I felt my body unravel." Eddie, cum with me."

I could feel his body bucking beneath me, I threw my head back as my own orgasm hit me hard and I cried out. I heard Eddie say my name, panting. I collapsed onto his sweaty chest, trying to catch my breath. I felt his arms wrap around me , his fingers in my hair.

" I love you so fucking much." He breathed into my ear.

" I love you too baby." I snuggled into his neck. " I could stay right here forever."

" Mmmm." I heard a rumble deep in his chest, he kissed the top of my head.

I reached up and was about to brush his hair off his sweaty forehead when the doorknob shook.

" Eddie?" It was Dustin.

" Fuck!" We both jumped in surprise then rummaged around looking for our clothes. I pulled on the first shirt I could find and my panties, smoothed out my skirt as Eddie jumped into his pants and slid a shirt over his head. He looked me over with a smile and made sure I was presentable. " Your shirt is inside out Doll,"

I took it off and flipped it right side out then slid it back on. He winked then went to the door.

He unlocked the door and opened it up." Henderson, what can I do for you?We were just getting ready to leave."

" We got halfway home and I realized I forgot my bag-" his brows furrowed. "Why are you so sweaty? Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

I slid my cardigan on then grabbed Eddies duffel bag." I'm going to bring this out to the van. See you later Dustin." I slipped past them and heard Dustin ask Eddie,

" Did you just have sex in here? Is this room tainted now?”

I smirked to myself but didn't stick around to hear his answer.

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