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#manifesting pining eddie
shitfacedalways · 2 years
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WHY. THE. FUCK. DOES. NOBODY TALK ABOUT THE SCENE IN 9-1-1 LONE STAR, THE TEXAS FOREST FIRE EPISODE WHERE ALL FIREHOUSES FROM THE SURROUNDING STATES COME TO HELP THE AUSTIN FD AND SO DOES THE 118 FROM LA, AND IN THE END TK SAYS "I'M SORRY, I HAVE A BOYFRIEND, AND ITS PRETTY SERIOUS" TO BUCK, LIKE THEYRE FUCKING HINTING THAT BUCK IS GAY OR BI OR PAN OR SOMEBODY A PART OF THE LGBTQ COMMUNITY WHO IS ATTRACTED TO MEN AND IN S2 IN 9-1-1 WHERE MADDIE SAYS SOMETHING ABOUT HIS BOY CRUSH ON EDDIE, LIKE THAT DUDE IS CLEARLY QUEER AND I NEED BUDDIE IN THIS SEASON, CLEARLY MANIFESTING FOR THAT 🕯️🕯️🕯️
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nominalnebula · 2 years
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I’m emotional about clean slates and second changes and learning and growing and the family you choose and partners who’ve got your back no matter what and that goddamn weewoo show
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xechowritesx · 2 years
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made for lovin' you || e.m.
summary → after years of silently pining for your best friend, you finally accept a date at your favorite dive bar. but things never go as planned, do they? alternatively, jealous eddie, too many whiskey shots, and a friendship shattering, almost confession that leads to some delicious smut.
word count → 5.9K (yeah, yeah, i'm a wordy bitch, idk what to tell y'all).
warnings → insufferable pining (a real idiots to lovers), cursing, fucking in the back of eddie's van, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, please!), squirting, daddy kink.
extras → don't really have an excuse of this other than i'm entirely whipped by this man. as always, please give me some feedback! comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated and the askbox is open for requests!
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“i literally have nothing to wear.” you protest, for what feels like the hundredth time, sighing heavily with disappointment.
still, you continue shuffling through your rather small selection of clothing, grimacing at the apparent lack of options whilst hoping something suitable will magically manifest itself.
“then don’t go.” eddie immediately suggests, half-chuckling. you brush his comment off with a roll of your eyes, trying instead to focus on putting together a semi-decent outfit. 
to say that eddie had been uncharacteristically awkward lately was, in fact, the understatement of the century. the shift in his behavior had began shortly after you agreed to go on a date with none other that jason carver’s right hand man, andy.
from the moment you’d accepted the invitation, eddie had come up with an impressive amount of reasons as to why you had to cancel - it was dumb to start a relationship with graduation just around the corner, andy would undoubtedly try to take advantage of you, and maybe this was all just a mean prank concocted by jason and the entirety of the basketball team.
in turn, you’d done a pretty decent job refuting each and every one of his incessant pleas to bail, somehow managing to produce reasonable, well-thought out rebuttals. but a small fraction of your mind couldn’t help but wonder if there was an ulterior motive behind eddie’s seemingly legitimate concerns.
could it be that eddie was jealous? that the thought of you with another man frustrated him? just as quickly as you had begun to contemplate the idea, you shoved the thoughts to the back of your mind, rationalizing that he was simply being an overprotective best friend. besides, now was certainly not the time to contemplate your rather confusing relationship with eddie.
“oh my god!” you gasped excitedly, a face-splitting grin forming on your lips. you'd finally found your long-lost, favorite pair of leopard pants tossed just behind your laundry hamper.
“what happened?” eddie queried at your sudden excitement. 
“i know what i’m gonna wear!” you giggled, collecting a few additional items from your closet. “i’ll be right back!” you added, hurriedly exiting your bedroom.
the trailer you shared with your mother was similar to eddie's and, arguably, far too small for the pair of you. the bathroom, of course, was no different. you shuffled into it sideways, leaning back to shut the door and making quick work of removing your clothes in the cramped space. as you shrugged out of the oversized metallica shirt that hung from your shoulders, you silently wondered where you’d acquired it from, though you were almost certain you’d stolen it from eddie the last time you'd helped him with his laundry.
you quickly slipped into your pants, before tugging on one of your all time favorite belts. you proceeded to squeeze into the only push-up bra you owned and slid into a cropped, black tank top. you took a moment, then, to touch up your makeup - you reapplied some powder, refreshed your black liner, and swiped on mascara. you ultimately decided on a deep, crimson red lipstick, applying it carefully onto your lips. satisfied with your appearance, you head back to your bedroom.
“well, what do ya think?” you ask, hands fidgeting behind your back.
eddie sits at the very edge of your unmade bed, leaning forward and resting his head between his hands. at the sound of your voice, he perks up and takes a moment to inspect your outfit.
his big, doe eyes somehow look larger than ever as he takes in your appearance, slowly raking over every curve and indent of your body. he notes that you’ve opted for an outfit that accentuates your curves, a noticeable shift from your usual repertoire of oversized band tees and hoodies.
you're clad a cropped, black AC/DC tank top that displays a considerable amount of cleavage and skin tight leopard pants that hug your hips and ass firmly. the ornate chain belt you’ve chosen draws attention to your snatched waist as well as your exposed midriff. eddie swallows thickly before meeting your eyes once again. 
“you tryin’ to get laid tonight?” the question falls from his lips teasingly, as he effortlessly shifts back to his usual, flirty persona. “cuz you look good enough to eat.” he adds with a mischievous smirk. 
“yeah, yeah, keep it in your pants, munson.” you joke in response, actively choosing to ignore the butterflies that have formed in the pit of your stomach.
you watch as eddie pushes up onto his feet, easily towering over you as he closes the distance between you, substantially. you look up at him, swallowing back the faint desire to kiss him, silently wondering why you had agreed to this stupid date in the first place.
“i'm gonna give you a ride,” he doesn’t give you the opportunity to decline, “there’s no way i'm letting you get in a cab lookin’ this good.” he adds. 
your relationship with eddie was confusing and nearly impossible to describe, especially in moments like these - caught somewhere between friendly teasing and aggressive flirting. in fact, it'd been this way for as long as you could remember. you definitely weren't dating nor were you lovers, but calling him just a friend felt utterly and completely insufficient.
neither of you ever really acknowledged or discussed the odd dynamic you shared, choosing instead to remain in an uncomfortable in-between; a perpetual game of "will they, won't they" that drove everyone that had the misfortune of being around you absolutely insane.
and, to be perfectly frank, that’s likely why you had accepted such a random date invitation. you were tired, exhausted even, of pining after eddie, year after year, to no avail. graduation was indeed just around the corner, and after giving eddie what felt like plenty of opportunities to make a move, you’d grown incredibly frustrated. you were convinced he did not reciprocate your feelings and that it was finally time to move on. 
“whatever you say...” you wink, turning on your heel and heading toward the front door. 
eddie watches as you shuffle through the living room, shrugging into a cropped leather jacket he’s sure belongs to your mother. he’s entirely mesmerized by the sway of your hips, inhaling sharply as you bend at the waist to slip into a pair of black platform boots. the position gives him a fantastic view of your ass, one that will no doubt remain etched in his memory for the weeks come. he coughs to shove down the heat that rises up his neck, cramming his hands into the pockets of his jeans to keep himself from reaching for you.
“ready?” you smile, looking back to find eddie already looking at you.
there’s an expression strewn across his features that you can’t quite decipher.
“uh, yeah, let’s go.” 
the walk to eddie's trailer takes less than a minute, his beat-up van parked crookedly as always. you smile, happy not only to save yourself a cab fare but also to spend a little extra time with eddie. no doubt, his familiar and comforting presence will work to steady your ever increasing nerves. 
you both slide into the van with practiced familiarity, a pleasant silence forming between you. as eddie pulls out of the trailer park, you’re already skimming through the expansive music selection nestled in the glove compartment. you easily find the mixtape you’re searching for, one you’d made for him on his birthday a few months ago, handing it over with a pretty please. though eddie’s eyes remain trained on the road ahead, he obliges, taking the tape and slotting it into the player.
the ride to downtown isn’t particularly long but eddie still manages to drag it out as much as he possibly can without drawing suspicion. he drives just under the speed limit, braking as soon as he spots a yellow light, and taking his time at every turn and speed bump. you're entirely unaware, focused instead on adjusting your hair, humming along to the music, and observing the passing scenery. eddie side-eyes you casually, enthralled by your beauty, struggling to formulate a single, believable excuse to turn the car around.
much to his dismay, eddie comes up with nothing, left with no choice but to pull into the dingy parking lot behind the hideout. it's a shitty little dive bar, favored by the older teens of hawkins for its lack of supervision. simply put, as long as you looked of age, ID checks were omitted all together. you had eagerly agreed to meet andy here for your date, the prospect of a couple free drinks and some dancing at your favorite bar enticing you. 
as the engine comes to a stop, you realize you’re about fifteen minutes early. eddie hopes you'll wait with him in the car, giving him a few extra moments to come up with something to say. instead, he finds himself cursing internally as he watches you unbuckle and start exiting the van.
“thanks for the ride, munson!” you smile widely, an air of excitement radiating off you. 
“anytime, princess.” eddie responds, matching your smile weakly. “keep an eye on your drinks. and be safe!” he urges.
“always am!” you remind him, giving him a small wave and making your way toward the bar’s entrance. 
what little nerves you’d felt up to this point increase tenfold as you enter the hideout, hands suddenly clammy and hot. you look around to see if andy has arrived and, much to your relief, he has not. this gives you an opportunity to get yourself settled and pound a few drinks to calm your nerves. 
you survey the seated bar area, opting to claim two seats at the very corner, with an excellent vantage point of the entire bar. lloyd, the sole bartender on friday evenings, approaches you with a gentle smile. he's middle aged and incredibly kind, happy to see a familiar face.
“why hello there, pretty lady.” he greets you, as he always does, placing two coasters onto the wooden bar. “i'm assuming you're waitin' for someone?” he adds, motioning to the empty stool you've positioned beside you.
you nod.
“i've got a date.” you explain, wiggling your brows excitedly. lloyd chuckles.
"well, i can't wait to meet the lucky fella.” he grins. “shall i get you the usual while you wait?”
"yes please!" you smile.
by the time lloyd asks if you want a refill, it’s 9:17 PM and andy still hasn't arrived.
and, while there’s slight pity in his tone, lloyd remains as sweet and attentive as ever. he reassures you that he’ll bring you as many refills as you’d like and even goes as far as to offer you a plate of nachos, free of charge. you politely decline, rationalizing to yourself that basketball practice probably ran late and that andy would arrive at any moment. after all, he was only running seventeen minutes behind. and though lloyd nods in agreement, you can’t help the total humiliation you feel. 
each minute feels god damn near eternal, ticking by slowly and tauntingly. your nerves and excitement steadily morph into a sinking feeling that you’ve been stood up. 
it had all felt too good to be true - a conventionally attractive jock asking you out, whilst you were clad in a hellfire club t-shirt and sat next to the recently acquitted murder suspect and town pariah, eddie munson, who you happened to call your best friend.
still, you had agreed to the date, undoubtedly encouraged to do so both by your high consumption of cheesy rom-coms and the burning desire to finally get over eddie. your thoughts spiral, uncontrollably, as you remember how hard eddie had tried to dissuade from this date. you realize, suddenly, he’d been trying to protect you from precisely this outcome.
by 9:32 PM, you shamefully begin collecting your belongings and tossing some cash onto the bar, when you’re interrupted by a familiar voice.
“sorry i’m late, sweetheart.” eddie makes a big show of apologizing, his voice loud enough for everyone in a considerable distance from you to hear.
actually, you’re sure the entire bar hears.
“eddie…” though you're surprised by his sudden appearance, you can’t help the smile of relief that moves across your lips as you look up to meet his eyes. you take him in, fully, noticing he’s shed his earlier casual look for one that’s a little more dressed up.
he's clad in a deep burgundy button up, which remains undone dangerously low, revealing much of his pale, tattooed chest. it's tucked into a pair of black skinny jeans that cling to him in all the right ways. he's topped off the look with his usual worn out leather jacket, matching black leather boots, and his signature silver rings. you finally manage to tear your gaze away from his body and meet his eyes. 
“like what you see?” he teases, with a wiggle of his brows as he slides into the stool beside yours. he casually wraps his arm around the back of your stool and you unconsciously lean into him, happy to feel the warmth radiating from his frame. 
“you know i do.” you manage to tease back, licking your lips as you speak. “will do a shot with me?” you add, looking up at him through your lashes. you do your best to look adorable, pouting your lip in the way you always do when you want something.
“whatever ya want, princess.” eddie is smiling, radiantly, and calling over lloyd. 
one shot turns into several. you find yourself happily wrapped in eddie’s arms, swaying rhythmically on the makeshift dance floor in the center of the bar.
eddie's massive hands are warm on your waist, guiding you with ease to the beat that reverberates from the massive speakers. in turn, your arms are wrapped around his neck, fingers absentmindedly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. while you’re certainly not drunk, there’s a noticeable, warm buzz thrumming through your body, one that’s gently dulled the ache of having been stood up. though, you suppose that eddie also had something to do with it.
“how’d ya know i got stood up?” you ask curiously, realizing that eddie had arrived out of the blue, with near impeccable timing.
“what do you mean?” he looks down at you with confusion. you roll your eyes. 
“you showed up without me calling,” you explain, “so i’m wondering how you knew andy never showed." 
“ah,” eddie pauses, he hesitates, briefly, “i actually had no idea you’d been stood up.” your curiosity quickly turns to confusion.
“then why did you show up?” 
there’s a brief, noticeable lull in the conversation as eddie quietly contemplates his response. you feel him tug you closer, his gaze meeting yours almost sheepishly. 
“i was fully intending on crashing your date.” he confesses, voice nearly a whisper. “had a whole speech and everything.” 
“you were gonna crash my date?” your mind is suddenly racing, heart beating faster and faster with each word. “why?”
eddie sighs heavily, wondering how you could be so impossibly oblivious. what little courage he’d managed to muster up until this point begins to leave his body, abruptly so. he stops swaying, stilling the both of you. his hands remain firmly on your waist as his bottom lip tugs between his teeth. 
“don’t make me say it.” eddie pleas, softly, eyes wide and affectionate. “you know why.” he tries, leaning impossibly closer, his lips mere centimeters from your own.
his eyes remain trained on yours, a faint smile across his features as he lovingly watches the gears turning in your mind. 
oh. 
oh. 
the realization hits you like a ton of bricks, knocking the very air out of your lungs. it happening. it's finally, fucking happening.
eddie doesn't give you much time to contemplate or process what he's essentially almost confessed, instead, he's pressing his lips tentatively against your own. his movements are gentle and unsure, almost as if he's testing the limits. but his lips, god, his lips - they're soft and plush, yet still firm as they press into yours.
you hesitate, only momentarily, as your brain short-circuits. all the while, eddie's grinning against your lips, using your surprise to his advantage. he takes the lead, with confident ease, using the opportunity to find his way past your lips. his tongue is warm as it teasingly drags against yours, his slender fingers pressing and exploring the exposed skin of your midriff.
you're breathless, trying to keep up with eddie, using your hands to find purchase in his frizzy, messy curls. eddie grunts as you tug, delving into your mouth with such fervor it's as if you're the very source of oxygen keeping him alive. a low moan escapes you as his hands move to your ass, only to be interrupted by lloyd's disgruntled voice.
"ay! ay! lovebirds!" lloyd shouts, instantly catching your attention. you break apart, managing to steal a glance at eddie as you do - he's all smiles and sparkling eyes. meanwhile, you can feel yourself turning several shades of cartoonish red that feel humanly impossible.
"yeah?" eddie chuckles, nervously shifting his weight between the balls of his feet. he keeps an arm around your waist, holding you to his side.
"as happy as i am to finally see you two together," lloyd confesses fondly, motioning between you, "let's keep it family friendly, yeah?"
you snort, left hand shooting up to your mouth in a vain attempt to hold back your laughter. eddie's just as giddy, a ball of energy, practically vibrating beside you, waiting to explode.
"my bad, lloyd!" you try, offering him the most innocent smile you can manage. eddie watches you with nothing but adoration as you wave a hand apologetically in lloyd's direction.
"yeah, we were just about to head out, actually." eddie announces, smiling like a bumbling idiot. he's quick to take your hand, intertwining your fingers effortlessly, as he guides you toward the bar.
without so much as another word, eddie is tossing several bills down onto the bar and gathering your belongings. you follow suit, mindlessly so, entirely enthralled by his presence. even now, as he's half-rushing you out the door, eyes as wild as his hair, there's a radiance about him that sends butterflies bursting through your stomach.
"slow down!" you giggle, half-stumbling over your feet as you trail behind eddie. he's eagerly making a beeline for the van, turning back and smiling at you in a way that makes it impossible to be mad at him.
"slow down?" eddie repeats in disbelief, as if you've just asked him the most ridiculous question he's ever heard. "i've been wanting to kiss you for as long as i can remember, y/n," he confesses, nearly out of breath, "gonna need more."
for a second time that evening, eddie's words have left you completely and utterly speechless. he ushers you carefully into the back of his van, shutting the doors behind himself, and climbing over your form. you fall back onto a disarray of discarded clothing and blankets strewn about, leaning back onto your elbows to really look at him. he hovers, briefly, almost as if awaiting permission.
"think i've been waiting just as long, eddie." you admit, like a blushing school girl.
eddie's smiling as you're speaking, chuckling before he's closing the space between you. his movements are deliberate, now, as he presses against you in a bruising kiss that sends electricity shooting through both your bodies. it's all tongue and teeth, with clumsy hands eagerly exploring new territory. your legs wrap around his waist as he slots himself between them, his mouth moving past your lips. he kisses your skin as he descends down the line of your jaw and settles at the crook of your neck.
the sounds that leave your mouth are sinful, shit, they're down right poronographic, and eddie can't get enough. he attaches himself to your neck, sucking, nibbling, and marking your skin with love bites and bruises. your nails dig into his shoulder blades and he can't help but rut himself against you, his erection growing with each moan and whimper he's able to draw from your lips.
"eddie..." you're gasping for breath, completely and unabashedly wrecked.
if it were anyone else, you'd be ashamed of how desperate you sound. but it's you, and it's eddie, and it's years of pinning and wishing and hoping finally coming to fruition.
"don't worry, i gotcha, princess." eddie promises against your abused skin, making his way back up to your lips.
eddie kisses you with a sense of urgency that has you absolutely buzzing, your body arching up into his, begging for more. he steadies you with shaky hands, his movements revealing he's just as desperate as you feel. his chest is rising and falling rapidly with ragged breaths, his warm, inviting pupils blown wide with lust.
every touch, every kiss, every sensation is far better than any dream or fantasy your imagination has concocted over the years. and by the way eddie's erection remains firmly pressed into your inner thigh, you know the sentiment is mutual. he unexpectedly pulls back, fully separating your bodies, and taking a brief moment to commit you to memory. he sits back on his heels, frantically pushing the hair out of his eyes to carefully observe you.
you're a complete mess - red lipstick and runny mascara smeared across your skin, lips swollen and wet from kissing. your hair is sprawled around you, like a makeshift crown of sorts, chest heaving with broken breathing. eddie decides, then and there, that you are the most beautiful person he has ever had the privilege of knowing.
"why are you looking at me like that?" you're hyper-aware of his gaze, the way his eyes move up and down your body.
"because i'm so fucking in love with you." eddie concedes, with a playful chuckle and goofy grin across his lips. you're positive your heart finally bursts at his words, a face-splitting grin moves across your lips.
"do remember freshman year, when i confessed i liked the beatles and you learned hey jude because it was my favorite song?" your question catches him entirely off-guard, yet he nods, remembering all too well. "that's when i knew i was in love with you. still am. not sure why i agreed to this date." you ramble, hiding your face behind your hands.
eddie is quick to remove them, pecking kisses across your cheeks, down your nose, and onto your lips. these kisses are different than before, playful and immature. he's smiling as he continues the attack on your face, eyes gleaming in a way you'd never seen before.
"this isn't ideal," eddie hesitates, nervous and unsure. "we're in the back of my shitty van, it smells like weed and my dirty laundry, and we've been sucking face like horny teenagers." he pauses, briefly, as you both laugh. "but i mean it, y/n." he struggles to repeat his earlier confession, but quickly realizes he doesn't have to. not when you're smiling up at him, nodding with a knowing expression.
"i know, eds." you reassure him, reaching up to caress his face in an affectionate gesture. he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed. "but if you don't fuck me soon, i'm gonna think you're lying and ask andy out on a second date." you add, playful as ever.
"jesus fucking christ, y/n!" eddie's grunting and laughing, already leaning into you. "you're gonna be the death of me."
you watch, eagerly and without protest, as eddie positions himself comfortably between your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. his hands find you like pulling magnets, holding you tightly and tugging you into him as he finally reunites your lips.
you both move frantically, now, having finally acknowledged the unspoken feelings between you. and eddie becomes a man possessed, his tongue delving into your mouth, exploring and asserting dominance with ease. he begins dry humping you in earnest, his thrusts matching the rhythm of lips.
"eddie," you moan, "please." your hands tug at his shirt as you grind your hips up to meet each of his thrusts.
it's entirely embarrassing to contemplate, but you're absolutely soaked, cunt clenching around nothing as you move in perfect tandem with eddie, chasing the pleasure that begins to invade your senses.
"please, what?" he hums against your lips, expertly guiding your movements.
despite the layers of clothing separating you, eddie's cock somehow manages to catch your clit with each thrust. your head involuntarily lulls back, eyes fluttering closed as eddie gradually increases the speed of his thrusts.
"tell me what you need, baby girl." he instructs, watching hungrily as your expression contorts in pleasure. the sounds and expressions you make are so much better than anything he's ever imagined and he hasn't even made you cum yet.
"please..." you repeat, again and again, like a broken prayer, unable to form a coherent response. you figure he'll understand, leaning forward to find his lips.
instead, eddie quickly and harshly tugs you back by the hair, looking down at you with a dimpled smirk that sends waves of anticipation and arousal coursing through your frame.
"use your words, princess." eddie tuts, licking his lips as he halts his movements all together.
you whine as he holds you in place, entirely still, audibly protesting as he hovers above you. the sudden lack of contact is unbearably sobering and you find yourself trying to grind back up into him. he only chuckles, holding you in place with ease, watching you expectantly. his hands are firm against your waist, powerful even, and you're positive you'll have marks in the morning. the thought thrills you.
"no more until you use your words, pretty girl." eddie insists. "you gotta tell me what you need."
"need you to touch me." you're gasping as you speak, struggling against eddie's unrelenting grip. he smirks. "need you to fuck me, eds."
the way you say his name, so fucking wrecked, the way you look up at him, with lust-blown eyes, it's all too much.
finally, and much to your relief, eddies relents and resumes kissing you. he shifts his attention, however, nestling himself between your legs and kissing his way down your body. you're practically writhing beneath him, hands carding through his curls, trying to gain purchase.
"eds, baby, please." you whine as his mouth latches onto the skin just beside your navel, sucking and biting hungrily. his nimble fingers make quick work of your chain belt, finding the waistband of your pants and tugging impatiently.
"up." eddie grunts, tapping your hips. you oblige, leaning back onto your shoulder blades so that he can remove your pants. "are you fucking kidding me?" eddie groans in lustful disbelief at realization that you're not wearing any panties. he very nearly creams himself as he rips the leopard pants off your body and tosses the offending material aside with little care.
before you can fully comprehend what's happening, eddie is alternating between kissing your inner thighs and dragging his tongue slowly over your heated skin. you're jerking at the sensation, tugging his hair impatiently, trying to keep what little of your sanity you have left.
"oh my god..." you breathe, brokenly, as eddie presses his thumb experimentally against your clit. he circles the bundle of nerves slowly, mouth still working up and down your thighs, as he sets an unforgiving pace.
"can i taste you?" he looks up at you with those big doe eyes, licking his lips in what can only be described as hunger. you're nodding, furiously, because you don't trust your voice.
eddie finally dips down and laps at your folds, tongue hot and heavy as it teases your hole. he showers you with affection, kissing and sucking every inch of your pussy as his index finger pushes into you. he finally wraps his lips around your clit, sucking the nub deliciously, and pushes a second finger into you.
you're sliding your fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots, knees buckling as you grow weaker with each of his movements. he reads you like a book, alternating between lapping at your hole and sucking your clit, curling and scissoring his fingers expertly inside you, pushing you steadily toward orgasm. you're so incredibly worked up you're practically vibrating around his fingers, walls clenching and contracting.
eddie's fingers are dragging inside you, pushing and pulling all at once, steadily firm with pressure. he bends and pushes them down just right, working tirelessly to help you climax. in turn, you've lost all sense of your surroundings, repeating his name like mantra, over and over, nearly choking.
"eddie, eds, i'm so close..." you manage, tears brimming your eyes as your stomach tightens with familiar pressure.
eddie doesn't back off, no, instead, he's increasing his pace. his swollen lips drag over your folds as he alternates between wrapping himself around your clit and showing love to your entrance. you're hips move of their own accord, riding his tongue, thighs wrapping tightly around his head.
you climax, screaming eddie's name loud enough to wake the dead. his hands on your waist are the only thing grounding you in reality, a firm reminder this isn't all some incredibly vivid daydream. your body is limp and entirely overwhelmed, head rolling back and eyes fluttering closed. eddie watches your thighs, still shaking, as he laps up the remnants of your orgasm.
"god fucking damn it," you chuckle, "that was the best orgasm of my life." eddie smirks, entirely satisfied with how thoroughly he's made you fall apart.
"best orgasm of your life?" eddie repeats, chin and mouth glistening with a mixture of your arousal and climax. he's never looked hotter.
you reach out for eddie, despite the exhaustion you feel, palming his erection through the fabric of his jeans. you're applying just the right amount of pressure to the underside of his cock and eddie's twitching, rutting and thrusting against your hand, taking any relief he can get from you.
"still need you to fuck me, eds." you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes.
there's a shift in the atmosphere, the air thick with anticipation.
eddie's nodding mindlessly, hands fumbling awkwardly with his belt and jeans. you giggle as you help him, tugging the material and aiding him as he kicks off his boots, followed by his jeans, and briefs. a small gasp falls form your lips at the sight of eddie's unclothed cock, long and hard, slightly curved to the left.
"you ready for me, baby girl?" eddie smiles down at you, gently. you're absolutely beaming in post-orgasm glow, nodding eagerly.
eddie leans down and finds you lips yet again, taking you in a gentle and passionate kiss. as his tongue explores your mouth, he drags the head of his dick up and down your soaking folds, collecting as much slick as he can before he's pushing against your entrance. you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him as close as you can, legs wrapping around his waist.
a guttural moan leaves the both of you as eddie begins sliding into you, his thick, hard length dragging deliciously deeper and deeper into you. despite your previous climax, your walls still struggle to take him in, stretching to accept his impressive size.
"god, you feel so fucking good." eddie emphasizes, his voice almost unrecognizable, deep and destroyed. he stills himself, once he's at the hilt, giving your body an opportunity to adjust.
you're grateful for the reprieve he offers you, shakily breathing through the dull pain, inhaling and exhaling as your body gets used to the feeling of eddie inside you. he's buried himself in the crook of your neck, cursing against your skin, throbbing inside you.
"you okay, y/n?" eddie asks, you grind your hips up in response.
"eddie, move, please."
eddie, ever the gentleman, obliges, setting a slow, passionate pace. his thrusts are gentle and loving, every inch of his cock deliberate and calculated. and while his pace is slow, it's powerful nonetheless. the finesse of his hips has you moaning, creating tight knots in the pit of your stomach once more.
"faster, need you to move faster." you beg, chasing the feeling of pleasure that crashes through you.
"i gotcha, y/n, i gotcha." eddie hums, increasing both the speed and force of his thrusts.
the van shakes at eddie's sheer force, the windows fogged, air humid. his hips are relentless, the sound of your slick folds and his balls slapping against your cunt intermingling and resounding loudly all around you. your body reacts favorably to the new pace, convulsing with sheer ecstasy. eddie's grunting and cursing as your pussy sucks him in, swallowing him whole with each thrust and contracting around him. he's driving you back with each thrust, the top of your head making repeated contact with the center console between the driver and passenger seats.
"i'm getting close..." you moan, nails digging into eddie's shoulder blades.
"don't cum until i fucking tell you," eddie commands, finding your gaze, "wait for daddy."
that word, so filthy and dirty, falling from eddie's swollen, bruised lips, as he's balls deep inside you, sends you into overdrive. you're silently talking yourself down, gripping onto eddie, forcefully trying to keep yourself from climaxing. eddie, in turn, only grows more unhinged, chasing his own high, hitching your right leg onto his left shoulder.
"almost there, baby girl, i'm close." eddie reassures you between grunts and there's tears streaming down your face.
"need to cum, daddy, please." you're sobbing now, voice ragged and hoarse.
eddie can feel you shaking against him, body contorting, desperate to feel release. you're arching up against him, harder with each thrust, tits pressing deliciously into his chest. he slots a hand between your bodies, finding your clit with ease and swirling his thumb sinfully against it.
"cum for me, y/n." eddie finally allows, thrusts growing sloppier and infinitely more primal. "say my name."
"eddie!" you're screaming, like a goddamn banshee as your climax hits. you tighten and clamp down around eddie's cock, squirting your release all over yourself and eddie.
"fuck...." the feeling is unlike anything eddie has ever experienced and it shocks him to the core. his thrusts stutter, momentarily, before he's spilling into you, hot, white cum filling you deliciously. he rides out his orgasm, worsening your sensitivity, watching you in disbelief as he finally stills his hips.
"that was..." you try, eddie pecking your lips lovingly.
"that was definitely the best orgasm of your life." he chuckles, smirking. "and mine."
before you get an opportunity to respond, the back door of the van is being tugged open and eddie is scrambling to cover your exposed body.
"freak, have you seen-" you scream with surprise, eyes widening at the sight of a horrified andy looking on. "what the fuck, y/n?" andy's shouting now, too, covering his eyes as he swings shut and slams the van door.
you look up at eddie and you're both bursting into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, cheeks red with a mixture of embarrassment and post-coital exertion. you cannot believe that andy actually showed up, nearly an hour and half late, to find you naked and tangled between eddie's legs.
"should i chase after him and ask him for a second date?" you joke, gently pushing back a few stray curls from eddie's eyes.
"yeah right," eddie bites back, grinning, "as if i'd share my girl with that jackass."
eddie falls, entirely spent, beside you, tugging you into his chest and wrapping an arm protectively around your shoulders. you, in turn, wrap an arm around his waist and lay on his chest, craning your neck to look up at him.
"your girl?"
"yeah," eddie is beaming, "my girl."
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worth-the-chaos · 3 months
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Adventures in Babysitting Masterlist (ongoing)
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Series Summary: As Dustin’s babysitter, you encounter the perils of the Upside Down as you try desperately to rid Hawkins of the evil lurking just below the surface. However, you’re not alone; you have the gaggle of kids as well as the one and only Steve Harrington by your side as you risk your lives attempting to solve the mysteries of your once quiet rural town | steve harrington x fem!reader (message me to be added to the taglist!)
Chapter summaries and links below the cut!
Part 1 - You haven’t been babysitting Dustin for very long. Underestimating his tendencies for rebellious behavior, you realize too late that he’s snuck out, with your dire search for the boy leading you to the last place you wanted to be: Steve Harrington’s house. | Word Count: 6.5k
Part 2 - With the events of last fall in the past, you attempt to move on, still working on your academics and babysitting Dustin. You and Steve have drifted since your encounter with the otherworldly, but he begins to make more active efforts to talk to you, making sure you have an invite to Tina’s big Halloween party. | Word Count: 6.3k
Part 3 - Billy is still hitting on you, Steve’s still mad, and Dustin’s still a pain in the ass to babysit. When he tells you and Steve that there’s a massive problem of upside down proportions, the two of you have no choice but to drop everything to help the boy, reprising your roles as badasses who eradicate the supernatural in Hawkins. | Word Count: 7.0k
Part 4 - Looking for Dart isn’t easy, but it gives you and Steve a lot of time to have a heart to heart, as you slowly start to realize your feelings for one another. | Word Count: 6.5k
Part 5 - The situation with the demogorgons gets increasingly more dire, leading you to the Byers’ house to wrangle four kids that can’t listen to save their lives (literally) while everyone tries desperately to save Will and the world. | Word Count: 8.9k
Part 6 - It’s summer, and you and Steve are working at Scoops Ahoy so that you can make money while Dustin is at summer camp. The lines between friends and something more continue to blur as your relationship with Steve gets more intimate, allowing doubt to creep in…and the Russians are invading Hawkins. | Word Count: 6.4k
Part 7 - You continue attempting to translate the code, commencing your operation to determine the nature of Russian involvement in Hawkins. Robin and Dustin continue their attempts to push the two of you together, tired of the mutual pining…oh and Erica has enough sass to probably take out an entire Russian army. | Word Count: 5.9k
Part 8 - Well, the five of you do get in that secret room, but the problem is you can’t quite find a way out. Tensions rise as you realize the gravity of the situation, the forced proximity revealing hard feelings between you and Steve. | Word Count: 7.2k
Part 9 - Held captive by the Russians, tensions rise and as you and Steve attempt to navigate communicating in a drugged up haze, your feelings for each other become even more apparent. | Word Count: 7.4k
Part 10 - The Russian invasion and the upside down begin to merge as you meet up with the rest of the crew. You are in the fight of your lives as you scramble to try to stop the monstrous creature from the upside down before it destroys you. | Word Count: 5.8k
Part 11 - Steve and you are finally officially dating, the kids are finally in high school and no longer need any sort of official babysitting, and life is overall pretty damn good. You try to push aside the unease settling in your chest, but how long can you ignore it before it manifests into something much worse than you could possibly imagine? | Word Count: 6.7k
Part 12 - The evil that you thought you had gotten rid of is still very much lurking within Hawkins. You, your boyfriend, and your friends race against time to try and find Eddie before it’s too late. | Word Count: 6.5k
Part 13 - As you all attempt to connect the dots of the gruesome murders occurring around your small but sinister town, secrets start to spill when Steve realizes you’ve been keeping things from him. | Word Count: 7.2k
Part 14 - Nancy and Robin take a shot in the dark and Steve tries to protect you from the supernatural. When the darkness comes to get you, will his love be enough to protect you? | Word Count: 6.0k
Part 15 - Racing against the clock, you and your friends desperately attempt to connect the dots before it’s too late. Your efforts bring both progress and peril as you and your boyfriend dive headfirst into life-threatening scenarios in order to save each other. | Word Count: 8.8k
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bimbobaggins69 · 1 year
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Gamer boy (part two)
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Modern gamer!eddie munson x baby sitter fem!reader
Part one
summary: you’re propositioned to baby sit by your father, but it’s for Eddie “the freak” Munsons niece. You had history, but now you can’t even stand being near him. Will you both be able to put aside your distain? Or will a little gaming bet, bring you closer than ever before?
⚠️warnings: eventual smut 18+ mdni, angst, friends to enemies to lovers, mutual pining, mean!eddie, slight fuck!boy eddie, cocky eddie, perv eddie, panty stealing, gaming bets in exchange for sexual acts, giving hickeys, finger sucking, suggestive cliffhanger.
wc: 4.2k
note: thank you to @corrodedcorpses for lending me her genius brain <3 (don’t forget to tip your writers with a comment and reblog)
eddie photo edit: @themunsonator5000
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You woke up Saturday morning, feeling a little more optimistic. You knew for the sake of the remaining time there was left to babysit Layla, you had to suck up your feelings for Eddie. Play nice is what you kept repeating to yourself. No matter how much Eddie aggravated you, you were here for Layla and to help Wayne. They did nothing to you, whatever is going on between you and Eddie or isn’t going on, it’s not their fault.
Luckily, when you awake, everyone else is still asleep. As you move into the kitchen, body still adorning the black little onesie, Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off of last night, but he’s a boy, of course he’s gonna look if tits and ass are in his face, in a twisted sorta way, it gave you the confidence to not break down right in front of Eddie. You were confused and hurt, you thought your feelings for him were long gone and instead placed with disgust, but now you know your feelings never left, but they did manifest into resentment for him. Maybe for ignoring you over a rumor, or even believing a rumor to begin with. That was so out of character for Eddie at that time, so the hurt never left you it just snowballed into something that felt like hatred.
Once in the kitchen, you turn on the old 80s looking coffee pot, and search around for a mug that hasn’t been hanging up collecting dust, you find one in the top cupboard, it’s a dark blue with ‘# 1 dad’ etched on it. You assume it’s Wayne’s everyday cup and begin pouring the steaming coffee into the mug. You look around in the fridge for some creamer but you have no such luck. You pull out the milk and search around for some sugar or sugar packets, finally finding some sweet and lows in a junk drawer.
Once your coffee is to your liking, you lean up against the counter and sip on it as you contemplate whether or not you want to make some breakfast, finally deciding on a yes, you raid the refrigerator and pantry for anything that looked appealing. You decide on bagel sandwiches, one of your favorite things to make and luckily you have all the ingredients.
Once you’re done with the eggs and adding the cream cheese to the bagels you hear little footsteps making their way into the kitchen.
“Good morning, y/n!” Layla chirps with excitement
“Well, hello little miss Layla, how did you sleep?” You say as you bend down to get eye level with the toddler
“Good, no bad dreams.” She says as she eyes the food behind you.
“Are you hungry? I’m making one of my favorites.” You say as you stand back up, going back to spreading the cream cheese and flipping the eggs.
“What is it?” She looks at the eggs almost skeptical
“It’s bagel Sandwiches. They’re really good, I promise.”
“Mmm, can I have cereal instead?” Her little face flashing you a look of sympathy, like she didn’t wanna hurt your feelings.
You couldn’t help but chuckle at her, while you find a bowl and spoon for her cereal. Once it’s made, you sit her down in her seat and start to put the finishing touches on breakfast. As you pour Eddie a cup of coffee and get his plate together, music begins seeping out of the crack under his door, it’s surprisingly low. You can’t help but wonder if he’s doing that for you. ‘Yeah right, don’t be delusional.’ You think to yourself.
You walk down the hall with his plate and coffee in hand. Maybe you’re doing too much, maybe you shouldn’t be being this nice after last night, but another part of you, the part that has now realized your true feelings, wants to somehow get back into Eddie’s good graces, or at least for the sake of being cordial while you’re here.
You placed the coffee cup on the plate so you could give the door a couple knocks,
“Uh, yeah? Come in.” The voice on the other side rings out
You hesitantly open the door, pushing it wider with your elbow as you now separate the coffee cup from the plate, holding it up with a smile.
Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up at your presence, swiveling around in his gaming chair to face you.
“Is that for me?” He asks suspiciously
“Yup, hope you like it—” you sat the plate down and glanced to your right, seeing a pair of white panties hanging from the knob on his dresser, your breath hitched. Wait, those weren’t any panties those were your panties.
Eddie followed your line of vision, as he visibly gulped, the look on your face was between anger and curiosity.
“Are those my panties?” You turn back to him, gaging his reaction.
“Oh, are those yours? Sorry I thought uh, never mind.” He says shaking his head
“You thought they were your girlfriends?” You push, of course you wanted to know if the girl from yesterday was serious or just a quick fuck.
“My girlfriend?” He says as he scrunches his face, “I don’t have a girlfriend, sweetheart.”
“Mmm, so you just invite random girls over to your place to fuck them? Good ta know.” You turn to walk away
“Hey, hey! Am I sensing some jealousy, princess?” He gently grabs your arm, now towering over you.
“Pfft, jealous? You wish, pal.” You spit, but your rosy cheeks give you away.
Eddie gives you a few “tsks” while shaking his head, “there’s no need to lie, it’s just you and me here.” He smirks, dimples on display.
‘God, he’d be so hot if he wasn’t such a smug jerk.’
“Just give them back, Eddie.” You say as you hold out your hand to him, raising your eyebrows as a challenge.
“Mmm, I have a better idea.” He rubs his chin, as if he was deep in thought, “how bout we make a deal?”
“A deal? For my panties back? You’ve lost your mind, Munson.” Retracting your hand back down to your side, you scoff as you roll your eyes.
“Just listen, would you?” He shifts on his feet, you could tell he was losing his patience but you didn’t care, this power play between you two was too fun.
“Well go on, I’m listening.” You’re still standing awkwardly by his door, as you begin shifting on your feet.
“Here sit down.” He gestures to his bed while he takes a seat in his chair.
Before you can think about it, you turn around and walk out of his room back to the kitchen.
A couple minutes passed and Eddie’s still sitting in the same position, his once smug face now dropped into a look of despair. Once you come back into the room, his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
“I had to get Layla situated, now what is this deal?” You say as you sit down on his bed, one leg crossed underneath you while the other hangs off the side.
The smug smirk makes its way back, as he rubs his hands together. That probably should’ve been a telltale sign to get out of there, but apparently you have no thought process in the presence of Eddie, because you sat there curious and intrigued as he excitedly spit out his next words.
“So I’ve been thinking…” he says, leg bouncing as he swivels side to side in his chair. “Uh oh!” You say with sarcasm, making him roll his eyes and huff, dropping his shoulders a bit, as his confidence thinned. “Shut up, and listen” He says back as his knee begins bouncing faster. “I was thinking, maybe we could do a series of bets? Ya know, make your time here more interesting.”
“A series of bets?” Your eyebrows almost shoot to the sky, while your arms fold over your chest, making your tits spill out more between the low cut black fabric. Eddie, eyes them shamelessly as he licks his lips. “Okay, I’m gonna need you to be more specific before I agree to anything.” The knowing giggle you let out, alerting Eddie that he’s been caught ogling your chest, makes him clear his throat and his eyes shoot back up to yours.
He licks his lips again before he begins, “if you can beat me at this game I’m playing then you can have whatever you want from me, whether it be for me to be nice to you the rest of your stay, or maybe even something a little more risqué if you know what I mean.” He says with a waggle of his eyebrows, the insinuation lighting a fire in your belly, and causing your panties to dampen a little. But you were playing a role and he couldn’t know the effects he has on you. “Pffft, you wish Munson.” You say with a swat to the air with your hand. It was suppose to come out way cooler than it did, making Eddie cackle, knowing he had you right where he wanted you.
“Alright, alright,” he says putting his hands up in surrender. “Then whatever you want, princess.” He nods as he bites his lower lip, staring you down like a predator. “I can just be extra nice for you.” He says with a smirk.
“Well what do you get if you win?” You ask as you begin gnawing at the inside of your cheek.
“Whatever I want.” He says with an almost domineering tone and look in his eyes, making your body shiver. Now it’s your turn to clear your throat, “yeah but what do you want?” Your palms were getting clammier by the second. “Oh, I want a lot of things from you, sweet thing.” The nickname made you squeeze your thighs together, the action not going unnoticed by Eddie. Oh he was already winning.
“Okay, deal.” Your mouth and brain were clearly not synced because that came out without you giving it too much thought, you let out a deep breath as you stand up and walk over to his dresser, snatching your white panties off of the knob.
“Hey! I didn’t say you could take those.” Eddie says as he gets up to snatch them back, “they’re mine!” You say back as you try to dodge him, you almost make it around his lengthy body before he snatches you by your waist and pulls you over to his bed, you fall on top of him with your butt up against a very clear hard on, as you both maniacally laugh at the whole situation, once you realize what the hard thing digging into your ass is, you slide off of him but your body freezes as you’re now laid side to side, shoulders touching. Eddie turns his face to yours first, you follow. You both sit there for what feels like minutes just looking over each others features, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips, yours doing the same.
He hums and then quickly sits up, “well, I think when you put little one down for a nap you should come back and we can get this game started.” He heads back to his chair, turning his back toward you, as he puts his head set on, and immerses himself back into his game.
You walk out of Eddie’s room with mixed feelings. He was so close to kissing you or at least it seemed like it, maybe you were overthinking it, you’ll figure it out once you put Layla to bed. The thought of having Eddie do whatever you asked had you unbelievably giddy, but being at Eddie’s mercy had you down right flustered, butterflies bursting through your torso, hands a little shaky as you did some cleaning up, you couldn’t help glancing over to the clock on the microwave every couple minutes. To say you were excited for this little “bet” was an understatement.
Layla went down with ease, she was such a great toddler it almost made you feel like having kids some day wouldn’t be so bad, all she needed was Mr. Floppy, her pink black out curtains shut, and her sound machine turned on, she was out like a light.
You decided to take a quick shower, throwing your hair in a claw clip, just a quick body wash. When you got out you dried your body, putting on some lotion and spraying a bit of perfume on your wrists and each side of your neck, before slipping on a black thong some black cotton shorts that you rolled up twice just enough to have it cling to your curves perfectly and a cropped deftones shirt you thrifted years back, you decided to keep your hair in the clip, pulling some hair out to perfectly frame your face. Once you were dressed and felt ready, you knocked on Eddie’s door.
“Come in.” He mused, all of his focus was on the game as you walked in, shutting the door behind you. Once he lost, he turned in his chair to look at you, his eyes scanning over your body, but mostly your legs and the way you rolled your shorts up to be even shorter, giving him the perfect outline of your pussy. His breath hitched when he noticed, making him swallow the excess saliva building in his mouth at the sight of you.
“So what’s this game I’m gonna kick your ass at?” You say playfully as you walked closer towards him, “yeah, we’ll see about that, sweetheart.” He says as his hungry eyes meet yours.
“I was g’na have you play the game I’m playing now, ‘Elden ring’ but I decided to go easy on you and pick something for beginners.” His cocky smug smirk makes you roll your eyes. “You don’t have to go easy on me Eddie, I’m up for the challenge.” You reply back, “alright, have a seat.” He pats the gray fold up chair that was leaning against his dresser earlier, he must’ve gotten it ready for you before you came in. The thought makes your heart flutter, surely you shouldn't be getting gooey over something so minuscule. Eddie begins to go into depth about the game, it’s fantasy, you’re not surprised about that, from what you can tell and the way he’s excitedly explaining it to you, it seems pretty fun. You definitely have zero confidence in being able to beat him, but you weren’t really sure you even wanted to, you were too curious about what he was going to ask you to do for him.
You spent about ten minutes on the first round before your character was obliterated by the dragon. You were being a bit of a sore loser, but you knew you wouldn’t win, you really weren’t even trying to beat him but you had to act the part.
He whooped at your loss as he beamed over at you, smug as ever. “Well, well, well looks like I get whatever I want from you, sweetness.” The pet name made you scrunch your face up in disgust, but it had the complete opposite effect on your insides, your heart sped up, your tummy fluttered and you clenched around nothing. “What do you want?” You rolled your eyes as the words flatly left your mouth. He began rubbing his chin as if he didn’t already know what he wanted. He's probably been thinking about it since he proposed the whole plan to you. “Okay, I got it!” He says too overly excited. “You have to let me give you a hickey.” He says smirking as he leans back in his chair, head laid against the headrest. “A hickey?! Out of everything I could do to you, you want to give me a hickey?” You tease, Eddie’s smug smirk didn’t break at your words, instead his eyes went a little wide and his brows disappeared under his bangs at the mention of “out of everything I could do to you.” Now he wishes he could change it to something more sexual but he also wants to work his way up to that. For now a hickey will do, and everything after that will gradually get more and more filthy.
“Lay on the bed, sweetheart.” He motions behind him with his thumb, so you slowly get up and walk over, taking a seat at the edge of his messy bed. You can hear the “good girl” leave his lips as you sit down, you were so close to saying to hell with this game and asking him to fuck you right here on his bed, but you couldn’t be the one to instantly give in, you needed to play his game of getting him hot a bothered so he could cave first.
He stood up and walked over to you, there was something predatory in his movements, the way he looked you up and down, licking his lips. He sat down next to you, but scooted more towards the middle of his bed, “come here.” He says gently putting his arm around your waist to help you scoot closer to him, you turn your body so your chest is almost up against his, but not quite. “You ready?” He whispers in your ear making a shiver run down your spine, you nod your head yes, not looking him in the eyes, apparently for Eddie that was not a good enough confirmation. He grabbed your chin and turned your face towards his, he was a little more rough with you this time. “Be a big girl and use your words for me.” You took a deep breath in and let it of out of your nose before speaking up, “yes, I’m ready.” You whisper, “that’s what I like to hear.” He suggestively says. Your hands felt a bit shaky being in such close proximity to him, you never thought you’d be this close to Eddie Munson again, at least not the way you were the summer before freshman year, he had been everything to you at that time, he was your first kiss and you swore you’d lose your virginities to each other but life had other plans, and now here you both are, it almost felt like no time had passed and all the bullshit you both went through never even happened. You’re quickly knocked out of your thoughts when Eddie’s mouth meets your neck, at first it’s just a little peck before it becomes an open mouthed kiss, then a light suck before it progressively gets harder and sloppier, it felt so good, but you didn’t want him to know that, until he reached your sweet spot right below your ear, ‘fuck, how does he remember the spot that drives you crazy?’ You try not to dwell on the thought of him still remembering information about you.
You knew he’s been with multiple girls from school and not to mention the hook ups he’s probably had at the bar he plays at, so the fact that he remembers your sweet spot is driving you crazy, you can’t help the moans that leave your mouth at his onslaught, he always knew how to make you submit to him in just the little intricate ways he treats your body.
“Fuck” you whimpered, at a pirticularly harsh suck. Eddie removes his face from your neck after one last gentle kiss to the spot he had been assaulting, you feel all the air sucked from you as Eddie’s face inches closer to yours, but he stops to stare into your eyes. You feel stuck for a moment almost frozen in time, before you’re leaning in closer and kissing his lips, they’re so soft and pillowy, just like you remember. Eddie lets out a low groan before you pull away, “I’m sorry.” You softly say as you sit up moving closer to the edge of his bed, “um, how about we keep playing?” You suggest with a tight lipped smile, you stand up and head back to your seat in front of Eddie’s desk, you miss the way Eddie’s face fell in disappointment, he gets up nonetheless and trudges back over to you, plopping down into his obnoxious chair.
He looks over at you giving you a side smile, you see his eyes flicker to your lips for a moment before he turns back to the screen, “okay, if I beat this round you have to do something for me again, if I lose you name your price, got it?” His tone is a little harsh, but you don’t take much offense to it, so you nod as you say “got it.”
As Eddie plays his round, you look over his body, you’re no longer focused on the screen. You couldn’t care less about the game anymore, you notice how his right leg is bouncing up and down, he’s in black sweats that were cut into shorts just above his knees, he had wire fencing tattoos on each knee with a hole where his knee caps were, his white municipal waste shirt clings to his body so perfectly. The print on it is a little disturbing; a corpse with its face being melted off, you slightly wince at it, as your eyes continue to roam, but your sights set on his hands on the keyboard and mouse, the rings adorning both hands almost make you reach out to touch them, but you don’t.
You’ve sat there for at least 15 minutes staring at his hands as you bite your lip. You hadn’t even realized he lost, even after all the “fuck, fuck, fucks.” And “nooooo’s”. Not until his right hand was being waved in front of your face. Your cheeks were a deep red, it descended all the way down your neck. Eddie eyed you knowingly with a shit eating grin, there’s no way you were gonna be able to talk yourself out of this one.
“So I lost, what do you want, princess?” He says with a deep tone, almost dark. You stammer over your words as you’ve spent so much time looking at his hands, you didn’t even have time to think of what you wanted from him, there were so many options you couldn’t just pick one, so you sat there stumbling over your words. “Uh, mmm, I-I uh.” Eddie barked a laugh, he knew it was because of him that you weren’t able to form words, it made his dick twitch in his shorts, knowing he had that power over you, he never thought he’d get it again. It’s something he craved for so long.
The truth is Eddie felt such strong feelings for you, you had gone from best friends to a fucked up kind of friends with benefits way before you should’ve. You were both way too young and he did stupid shit to try and make you jealous, bringing up other girls to get a reaction out of you, being one. But he didn’t want anyone other than you.
And you had to go on that date with Josh, even after Eddie basically hinted at him not wanting you to, he felt betrayed. He didn’t give a fuck about those rumors, well okay that’s a lie, he did believe them at first but after seeing the way Josh and his friends were, it wasn’t hard to tell he was a slimey pig. Eddie knew he overreacted about the whole situation by ignoring you, but he was young and his pride was bigger than him at that time, before he knew it, too much time had passed to apologize, you moved on and he tried to.
As you still stammered, racking your brain at the possibilities. Feeling tiny under Eddie’s gaze, he speaks up, saving you from making a bigger fool out of yourself. “Can I make a suggestion?” He asks, leaning in closer to you, same cocky smile.
“Mmhm, sure.” You breathe out, wishing a hole would open up underneath you and swallow you up, you’d never been so embarrassed.
He brings his heavily ringed finger up to your mouth, “suck.” He says with a chuckle, his eyes were blown black as he began rubbing his two fingers against your bottom lip. “C’mon, I’ve seen you starin’ at them, baby. I know that’s what you’ve been thinking.” You both stare at each other for a couple seconds longer before you give in, opening your mouth and wrapping them around his fingers, you bob your head up and down slightly before you take them further back into your mouth, almost hitting the back of your throat. “Fuck, I knew it.” He groans “mmm, such a good little slut.” His words make your thighs snap together, trying to attain an ounce of friction. You continue to lick and suck at his fingers, making eye contact the whole time. Eddie smiles at you deviously, “I bet you’d suck my cock even better.” He says mockingly, while his other hand is placed right over the very obvious, hard bulge in his shorts. You give one last suck before you’re pulling off with a pop, “wanna find out?”
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Summary: All of his attempts to talk to her had failed miserably. All of them. He didn't know what to say, so when Robin brings said girl along with her to the arcade, Eddie finally gets a chance to strike up a conversation.
Tags:Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Idiots in Love, Arcades, Jealousy
Music Recommendation: Crimson and Clover by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts
Stranger Things, Eddie Munson Masterlist - here
So the thing about having friends is that it's cool. You know them. They know other people. Sometimes they may introduce you to those other people. 
People you'd been trying to get the courage to talk to ever since you saw them and now they were right in front of you, and wow, is it hot in here? This place should really turn up its AC. It's winter?!? Yeah, yeah, that was totally a joke.
That was Eddie's internal monologue as he met Y/N. He knew Dustin, who knew Steve, who knew Robin, who knew Y/N. That's how it went. A chain of friendship, isn't that cute?
Ever since he saw her, he'd tried to find an excuse to say just one word to her. Thanks to him being held back a few years, that meant Eddie was in Robin's year, and therefore, Y/N's too. But somehow, he'd never found the courage to say anything of substance. It was always "Your shoelace is untied," or "Do you have a pen I can borrow?" Never anything to actually start up a conversation. He was a total fucking chicken when it came to interacting with Y/N.
Here she was right in front of him, as clear as day. He should say something, and he was going to, he was going to talk to her and befriend her and, as time passed, like, totally be really suave and hit her with all of those Munson moves. All of them. Every single one. Well, there was only one. And he'd been trying that for ages. It was a really difficult technique. You have to intently gaze at the other person for an extended period of time and hope that they slowly fall in love. It's sort of like slightly creepy manifesting. Then hey presto! Instant bond!
Arriving with her long time buddy, Y/N looked suspiciously at Robin. There was something she wasn't telling her. "Bird?"
Robin knew. She knew what Y/N was about to ask, so she diverted the conversation with, "That nickname is so stupid."
"Well, I did come up with it when we were six." Y/N opened the door and gestured for Robin to go first, as always. "Spill."
Intentionally keeping the fact that they'd be going to the arcade with Steve and Eddie was Robin's way of ensuring that Y/N tagged along. Her presence evened the ratio. It would be less testosterone to deal with.
Steve went to hit on as many girls as he could. He was told that the girl behind the ticket booth was particularly fine and he needed to check it out, or her, technically. 
On the other hand, Eddie wanted to beat Dustin's high score on Joust. It was a little payback since the kid had managed to find a way around Eddie's puzzle in their most recent D&D session, meaning that all of his planning had gone to waste. But hey, that's the life of a DM sometimes. Doesn't mean you can't still fuck with your players outside the game.
"I may have forgotten to mention that we are meeting people," Robin admitted, noticing the boys approaching them.
Looking up, Y/N realised who Robin meant instantly. Her friendship with Harrington was a known thing. But Munson? That was unexpected. Keeping her voice hushed, Y/N pointed out, "I would've dressed a little nicer if I knew we'd be meeting cute boys, Bird."
"You know I don't think that they're cute," Robin answered, shrugging. Y/N was fully informed on everything in Robin's life. Everything. 
Having a blabbermouth and a huge amount of trust in her friend meant that Robin confided in Y/N. About Russia. The upside down. Tammy Thompson. Vickie. How a sleepover they had when they were thirteen opened Robin's eyes to her orientation. Yeah, Y/N knew just about everything.
Both sets of pairs met in the middle and Steve immediately tried it on. "Woah, do my eyes deceive me or is that Miss L/N before me?" He flirted, brushing his hand through his locks. He was called 'the hair' for a valid reason.
"Sure is me," Y/N confirmed. She'd had a few run ins with Steve, mostly at parties, and she'd have to admit that he was charming. If she didn't have her eye on someone else, she'd be swooning. "Hi Eddie."
Steve's attention shifted between Y/N and Eddie, and he smiled as he saw the rocker's expression. Eddie couldn't control the goofy look in his eyes and the sheepish grin he was sporting. "Hi," he let out, a little breathlessly. "H-hi Y/N."
As they walked towards the arcade, Steve pulled Robin in step with him, occasionally looking behind them to survey the other two. It was clear that they were both crushing on the other. Checking up on her buddy, Robin noticed that Y/N's fingers were tapping impatiently against her own thigh. She always did that when she was nervous.
"Your rings, they're cool," Y/N complimented, hoping to ease the tension. She was trying to break the ice. Once they started talking, they'd be fine. She was sure of it. "I really like them."
Eddie looked down at his hands, surprised. He managed to mumble out, "You do? Uh, thanks. I was going for something a little more Bobby Dall than Slash, you know?" He fidgeted with his fingers, twirling his rings around. "Do you know who the hell I'm talking about? Because I say shit like this to Steve all the time and he looks at me like I'm speaking Elvish."
"Slash from Guns N' Roses." That bit was obvious. She had to really think about the other name. Then it came to her. "...And, ooh, Poison?"
Correct. He didn't expect her to know that. Why was she, like, totally perfect? Totally hot. Totally smart. Totally cool. And knew about metal bands. Yeah, it was official, she was totally out of his league.
Why did Y/N know that? It could've been the fact that her dad was into the same kind of music. Or, it could've been that Y/N had noticed some of the patches on his denim vest and investigated further, hoping to find out the sort of things he was into. And, would you know it, she quickly realised that he had great music taste. That would create some common ground, so when she'd plucked up enough confidence to strike up a conversation with him, they'd have something to go off.
Looks like her plan worked.
"Poison, yeah. Do, uh, do you like stuff like that?" he inquired, trying and failing to maintain eye contact.
"Uh huh, yeah. They're one of my favourite bands. My Dad's really into it too. We're going to see Motorhead next month and he is way more excited than I am. He's counting down the days."
Counting days? So was Eddie. Well, he was despite the fact he didn't have a ticket. But she had some? That was crazy. He exclaimed, "No way! Is that for the one in Indianapolis?" She nodded. "I tried to get tickets for that but it was completely sold out."
The pair continued to gush about music as they made their way to the arcade. When they got there and were walking down the line of games, Robin was surprised to notice that Y/N was glancing at her from the corner of her eye. "What?" she asked, cocking her head to the side in curiosity.
Y/N pulled Robin closer to whisper, "Am I coming off as weird?" Things were going well. Seemingly too well.
"You are now." Quickly pushing her buddy back so she'd bump into Eddie 'accidently', Robin hurried away, claiming that, "Damn, I've got to pee so bad," so the pair would have to interact again.
Feeling the thump of her body against his, Eddie immediately held his arms out in an attempt to steady Y/N. His smile was broad, causing his eyes to crinkle at the sides. "You alright?"
Dang, what was it about him that caused her heart to skip so wildly? She nodded, his smile causing her to do the same. "Yeah, I'm fine. I think." He looked so damn cute, so earnest, that she kind of forgot to be nervous. "So, Robin mentioned something about Joust. I'm guessing that's your thing and not Steve's."
"It is." He paused, running his fingers through his hair. Then clarified, "Well, technically it's our friend Dustin's thing and I just want to beat his high score because he pissed me off."
Dustin? Y/N knew him. Why did Eddie know him? Oh yeah, Hellfire Club. Everyone in school knew about the Hellfire Club. 
"Henderson?"
"You know him?"
"I used to babysit little Dusty."
Wow. They had so many things in common. Eddie might have take Dustin aside and have a chat with the kid. He had an in with Y/N and didn't mention it to his Dungeon Master. Asshole. Who knows, maybe if 'little Dusty' had spoken up about his old babysitter, Y/N and Eddie would have spoken sooner. Much sooner. So much sooner that Eddie wouldn't have had to feel like such a creep everytime he thought of Y/N, which was a lot.
"So, wanna watch me beat little Dusty at his own game?" Eddie asked, motioning for her to follow him. She did immediately, her actions a response to his question. It was so automatic that she barely gave the answer a thought. Of course she wanted to spend more time with him. Definitely. Definitely definitely.
Joust. It was stuffed all the way in the corner. The maroon coloured side facing the ticket booth, showing off the logo: a large ostrich shaped bird being ridden by a red armoured Knight, who had a long lance in hand. Eddie stopped at the corner, resting a hand on the wall next to her head, trying his best to look cool before he attempted the game. "Now I'm nervous that I won't be able to get past the first few levels," he confessed, puffing out his chest to look bigger.
Y/N's eyes flicked up from the game in front of her. She'd played it before. It was a platformer and they usually have similar controls, so she inserted the coins and waited for him to move to the other joystick. It was playable with two people after all. She'd help him get past the first few levels.
Was Y/N any good at the game? Truthfully, she wasn't half bad. Not as good as Eddie, no way. But the pair had fun working as a team, killing all the bad guys together.
From where he was standing at the ticket booth, Steve could see the pair excitedly playing the game. He noticed how if one of them did something good, they'd gaze up at the other and give a knowing smile, as if to say 'see, I told you I could do it'. 
And, to tell the truth, the girl behind the counter wasn't doing it for him. She seemed nice. Just not for him. Something about her screamed needy. Like she'd be the type to continually ring his landline after one date. His parents didn't need that and neither did he.
Returning from her 'pee break' (which ended up being an actual pee break because the moment Robin saw the toilet, she realised she was actually busting), Robin intended on finding Y/N. As soon as she saw her friend, she beelined for Steve instead. Plus, he looked like he needed some help getting away from his conquest.
"Those two look to be getting on," Steve declared, pointing at the two players over in the corner. "They look happy. So happy that I kind of want to ruin it." Then he did. Well, he didn't ruin it. He just made it so they weren't alone anymore. Making his presence known by slapping his hands down on Eddie's shoulders, interrupting their game with a loud, "How's it going guys?"
The interruption caused Y/N to jump and lose their last Mount, meaning that the game was over. Not that it mattered. The two of them had been having a great time anyway.
"Who's winning?" Steve asked cheerfully.
Eddie grimaced, keeping his voice low. "We were until you, Harrington."
For the next couple of matches the quartet took it in turns, messing with whoever was playing. At this point, Eddie didn't care about his revenge on Dustin. He was having too much fun to even give a shit that Steve kept dying after the fifth wave.
Arcade trips became a regular thing for the group. Y/N was soon assimilated. They started spending more and more time together. Sometimes they'd meet up at Steve's place and rent a movie, where they each had their assigned seats. Steve next to Robin next to Y/N then Eddie always sat on the arm next to her. It was perfect. Set in stone. Never changed.
Until one day where Steve decided to change it up. He sat down first, right in the middle. Robin cocked her head to the side for a moment but with one knowing look from Steve, she nodded, taking his usual space on the end.
Y/N and Eddie were too busy talking to notice. She reached out and held his arm, turning to see all of his tattoos, which were still covered in all the colourful ink she'd drawn over him.
Since they knew each other now, Eddie convinced the guy in the seat next to Y/N in history to switch with him so they'd be able to sit together. It took a ten percent discount of an ounce to convince the guy, but Y/N was worth it. Hell, he might've given it to him for free.
A typical lesson entailed Y/N trying to pay attention but getting distracted by Eddie doing whatever he could to get her attention. To remedy this, she would use her highlighters to colour in his tattoos, giving him enough of her concentration whilst listening to whatever Mr Peterson was lecturing about. Classes were easier with her doing that. Tests were easier too as Y/N let Eddie copy off her. 
It just seemed that life together was substantially better than life apart. They both knew that. They felt it. Yet, neither of them wanted to admit it to the other. That could crumble what they'd just built. Right?
Or it could make it even better.
"Look, I went out of the lines," she pointed out, brushing her finger over the area in question. Just the feeling of her lightly caressing his skin caused Eddie to shiver with glee.
Instinctively, Eddie's gaze slowly and methodically moved over Y/N's form, lingering on her lips before quickly moving on so she wouldn't notice. Oh shit. Shit. He hadn't answered. She said something and he'd forgotten to respond. "Uhh...maybe I moved?" he posed, finally looking into her eyes with a sheepish expression on his face. She answered with a shrug and finally moved to sit on the couch, only realising it was Steve when she turned to quietly update Robin only to find Harrington leaning in instead.
Immediately, she reared backwards awkwardly and gave Steve a confused glance, before giving one to Robin. The latter however, was the one who replied, a slight smile on her lips, "It's your night to choose, Batman."
"I don't want to hear any complaining. None. This is the best movie musical ever made, and no, I will not be swayed."
Harrington had to exclaim, "It's a musical? Jesus christ," and gave a look to the other man in the room like 'girly shit, am I right?' To which Eddie just ignored. If Y/N liked this movie, it must be good.
Reaching into her bag, Y/N handed Steve the VHS and waited for them to realise what movie she'd picked. Well, Robin knew. Y/N couldn't be sure about Steve. One look from her and he gave in, putting the tape into the VCR and sitting back, getting uncomfortably close to her.
Little Shop of Horrors. An absolute classic that has bops throughout. It's such a good movie and, luckily, everyone else thought so. Despite his initial reaction, Steve got into it. He was one of those annoying people that constantly asked questions throughout and tried to guess what was going to happen next.
Truthfully, Eddie liked the movie. Yet, he liked watching Y/N mouthing along to the lyrics more. He thought it was cute that she did that, that she was into the movie. His gaze wandered down to her lips, watching them move as she mimed the words to herself. If he wrote a song, would she learn the words and do this for him?
Catching Eddie basically drooling over Y/N as her eyes were trained on the screen, Steve decided to mess with him by doing the classic yawning trick, subtly placing his arm behind Y/N's shoulders and mischievously smiling when Eddie caught on. The death stare he was giving Steve was murderous, and it got even deadlier when Harrington lightly brushed his thumb across her shoulder, smugly winking at his buddy.
"What are you doing?" Eddie mouthed, hoping that Y/N wouldn't notice the conversation. Robin had. But, Y/N was paying little attention to them. She was too engrossed in the story despite having seen it so many times before.
Playing it off, Steve replied, "Getting comfortable. What are you doing?" He had to tear his eyes away. He had to. If Steve planned on making moves on Y/N, he had no chance. Letting out a deep, dissatisfied sigh, Eddie returned to watching the movie.
Hearing the noise he made, Y/N looked up at Eddie only to find that he wasn't the one touching her shoulder. His hands were firmly crossed by his chest. Steve. Moving her gaze down to Harrington's hand and back up to Eddie to give him a perplexed glance, she decided how to get out of his embrace without being too rude. "I'm going to get another coke, anyone else want one?" She got up, leaving Steve with his outstretched arm, and waited for their responses.
Only Eddie answered. He didn't really want a drink, he just wanted to say something to her and that was the easiest thing he could think of. He gave her a small nod and she could've sworn his eyes twinkled.
When she was out of earshot, Eddie slapped Steve's arm away and quietly exclaimed, "What was that, dude?!?"
"Ow. Ow! No hitting, man. No. Ow. Fuck, I wouldn't have done it if I knew I was going to get abused. Abused in my own home."
The pair kept squabbling in hushed tones until Y/N returned, handing out the drinks. To get his mind off Steve's actions, Eddie began intensely watching the movie. He didn't even look up when Y/N placed the can in his hand. Still, he thanked her. "Thank you, Y/N. Love you, Y/N."
Silence. He looked to see her staring at him with wide eyes. Steve and Robin were chuckling amongst themselves. "What?" His gaze fell from her eyes and he looked away sheepishly, but a grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he realised what he'd admitted. He slumped his head in his hand, hiding how incredibly red he'd become. "Shit."
Her face was blushing too, and she looked away from him shyly. Steve and Robin kept quiet, pretending not to notice the awkwardness in the room. The last portion of the movie was spent in silence as nobody really knew what to say.
When Y/N was sure the other two weren't paying attention, she placed her hand over Eddie's, conjoining their fingers as she kept her eyes directed at the screen. In his mind, she was comforting him, comforting him because he'd done something embarrassing. That's why she was holding his hand. No other reason. It was because she's a nice person and he'd fucked up. It was sweet. It was also incredibly saddening to him. He hadn't thought it was possible to feel this much for someone.
For a second, he thought about moving his hand away. He didn't want it out of pity. But, to be honest, he'd take anything she gave. He wanted her to hold him. If she held him, it was supposed to be because she liked him. If she gave him her hand, it was because she wanted him. If she wanted him, he was all hers. If he moved his hand, he'd be letting go of her grasp. He'd be pushing her away. He didn't want to do that. He liked her holding on to him. He liked how small her hand was compared to his. How soft they were. He didn't move. If anything, he squeezed her hand a little tighter, leaning into her touch.
The movie ended. Fuck. Now what do they do?
"We could play chicken," Robin suggested, having clearly been watching the two of them interact as if she were a hawk circling its prey.
"No way, Bird. Last time we played chicken it cost me $20."
Steve had heard of a game called chicken. Usually there wasn't money involved, so he asked, "What the hell is chicken?"
Eddie interjected with, "I'm broke as hell, so I'm out."
"I'm out too," Y/N copied, shrugging offhandedly, before adding, "That just leaves you and Harrington, Bird. I doubt you want that."
"Yeah, the mere thought of that grosses me out. I'm out."
Shit. So that was everyone out. There was still just over an hour until Steve's parents got home. They could leave early or "We could totally watch Family Feud. It's on right now."
"Do you have the Family Feud time slot memorised?" Eddie inquired.
"That's the type of thing my grandpa does, Steve," Y/N replied, lightly slapping his knee
Joining in on the teasing, Robin added, "It goes shuffleboard; bingo; Family Feud. That's a typical Friday, right?"
"Fuck you guys. I could kick you out. This is my house. I can."
"Do it, pussy."
Y/N and Eddie watched as Steve and Robin bickered. She had no idea but while she was laughing at their friends, Y/N was gently stroking Eddie's thumb with hers, the contact making his face go soft. It was one simple gesture and he was completely mush.
The pair kept arguing and arguing until it was time to get out. Some would say that was better than Family Feud. Steve stood up, exclaiming, "My parents will be back in twenty so get your fucking asses out. I'm supposed to be grounded because I was blasting A-Ha until two in the morning the other day, awaking my mother from her beauty sleep," and gestured that everyone should fuck off. So they did. 
Unsurprisingly, Robin needed a bathroom break before they left and Steve claimed he needed an outfit change for when his parents got back. He mumbled, "Yeah, uh, my dad hates the colour yellow. Especially on men. Says it makes us look like pansy's," and hurried up to his room.
Great. Alone time. Yet again. Y/N slumped back on the couch, not wanting to disturb the quiet moment as she waited for Robin. She let her head fall back, resting against the cushions. "I'm sorry about... you, y-you know," Eddie stuttered out, cutting through the silence. He ran his fingers through his hair, leaving it even more wild and unruly.
"Oh. It's okay. I know you didn't mean to say it."
He flushed, the pink tingeing his cheeks. She'd given him an out. Did he want to take it? No. Did he say, "Yeah, you get it. I didn't mean it... mean it, uh, like that. We're friends. Friend love, you know"? Yeah, yeah he did.
Friendzoned. Shit. That sucked. Y/N's expression fell and she slowly pulled her hand away from his. No. This was fine. Totally fine. He was allowed to not like her back. That was expected. Forcing a smile, she unnaturally chirped, "Yeah, friend love. Put it there, pal," and held out her fist for him to bump.
A fist bump? He did it, awkwardly connecting his fist with hers as his heart broke in two. Friend love. Of all things he could have said. Fucking friend love. Fuck. Why the fuck had he said that?
Mere seconds after Robin reappeared, Y/N pulled her out to her car, calling up a quick goodbye to Steve and giving Eddie a disheartened wave on the way out. As soon as she sat down in the driver's seat, she lightly bumped her head against the wheel, quickly collecting her thoughts before diving away.
On the other side, Eddie had grabbed one of the pillows from the couch and let out an annoyed yell into it, falling face first onto the seat. This night had gone awfully. Horribly wrong. He turned his head to the side and groaned, "I've fucked it up," as Steve came back down the stairs, his face covered in a satisfied smirk, which dropped as he saw Eddie hiding behind one of his cushions.
"What?" he asked, his eyebrow cocked as he realised that their little plan to give the couple a little time to talk about what had happened had gone wrong. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Eddie said, rolling onto his back. 
"You sure?" Steve mocked, placing his hands on his hips like an impatient mother. "I heard you screaming."
"I was not screaming," Eddie whined, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"You were, too."
"I was not."
Steve gave him a look. "You were."
Giving up, Eddie admitted, "Fine, I was," and got up to find his keys. He didn't need love lessons from Steve. That dude still wasn't over his ex. He was in no position to give relationship advice.
"Are you okay?" Steve inquired, and now he sounded genuinely concerned for his friend. Just by the sullen expression on his face, Steve could tell his buddy had messed up. 
The intended plan was that Eddie would stick by what he'd said and then Y/N would say it back, because obviously she would. That was clear as day. Then they'd stop with the longing gazes and heated touches. Sure, Steve expected that Eddie would be totally clingy and annoying when he finally got the balls to go out with her since that's how he acted without even being her boyfriend.
Taking a breath, Eddie recalled, "We fist bumped."
"Is that an innuendo?"
"Nope."
He couldn't help it. It was hard to keep in. Steve let out a cackle at Eddie's misfortune. It seemed as if Eddie had zero game. None. It was laughable in Steve's eyes.
"That's not even the worst part," he continued.
Oh, it got better? Halting his laughter for a second to listen, Steve urged Eddie to go on. "The worst part?"
"I accidentally friendzoned her."
Steve sat down on the ground, laughing his ass off as he covered his face with his hands. He'd been trying to set them up, and Eddie had chickened out? Not only chickened out, but almost destroyed any chance he had. How cute. How idiotic.
"You're a fucking moron." Eddie glared at him, his face red with embarrassment. Steve continued, still unable to contain himself, "Dumbass. Complete dumbass. You've got to put your brain in your dick sometimes, dude."
Eddie was about to protest, to tell Steve that he was being an ass, but he was interrupted by the very thing he wanted to hear.
"She's totally in love with you, man. You're just too stupid to see it." He paused to joke, "How else do you think she can resist all of this?" and gestured to his body.
Retrieving his car keys, Eddie made it to the door and sheepishly let out, "Shut up, man." He was in disbelief. How had this happened? And how had he missed it?
"I'm serious," Steve scoffed.
Then Eddie was out of the door and in his van in a flash. He sped away, breathing a sigh of mental exhaustion from the entire day. So much had happened, but also nothing at all. How could he have missed Y/N's feelings for him? That thought swirled around and around in his noggin as he drove home, his gaze fixed on the road. There was no way he could have missed it. No way at all.
He'd fucked up. Big time. And he had to fix it.
Not realising it until he did it, he pulled up to her house. Oh fuck...Well, he was here now and he couldn't wait. He sat there, his breathing quick and shallow while he waited for his nerve to carry him inside. What if she wasn't home? What if she'd stayed at Robin's? What would he say to her? Fuck it. He got out of his van and undid the gate to her back garden, surveying the scene before he did anything to get her attention.
Ping. Ping. Ping.
Jolting her out of her little trance of self pitying, Y/N heard a series of little tap-like sounds on her window. Strange. She still had her coat still on as she'd only arrived back home a mere five minutes before, but quickly threw it off and made her way to the window.
Standing on the ground below her room, Eddie, armed with a bunch of pebbles, shyly waved up at her. She could barely make out his face in the darkness, but his grin was bright and his eyes were shining. "What are you doing?" she asked him, and he couldn't help but laugh. It was so cliché.
"I tried to climb up but it's a lot more difficult than it looks in the movies," he joked, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
"I'll just be a second," she said, and took a few seconds to compose herself. She met him at the back door and let him inside.
Noticing immediately that there was a line of shoes near her front door, he asked, "Do you want me to take my shoes off? Are you that kind of family?"
"We are. But, it's up to you. Do whatever."
No. He wasn't going to do whatever. He was going to act in line with what her family did. Quickly, he untied his shoes and took them off, carrying them through her house.
Once she was calm enough, she snuck him up to her room, explaining as she guided him, "My dad is working tonight and my mother is knocked out on sleeping pills, so my little sister is the only problem."
As if on cue, Y/N's sister appeared and held out her hand. The pair of them had their agreements. "How much?"
"I feel like this is a fifty."
"Twenty-five."
"Thirty-five and I get to wear that top, the red cropped one that Mum said made you look like whore, on the date I'm going on next week."
"Done."
Bringing him up to her bedroom, Y/N found her stash of money and the top, and exited the room for a second before popping back, empty handed. The deal had been done. Now she could focus on Eddie.
"Hi." He looked nervous, out of his element, and she smiled, hoping to ease whatever was going on for him. It did, a little. Looking around her room helped to calm him down enough that he could take a few steps closer to her. "I lied earlier."
"Oh?"
"I'm not...I mean..." He paused, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and continued mumbling, "I've been trying to think of a way to say this for the longest time and I can't find the words and... I love you and I want to be with you and I want you to be with me and I know how stupid this is and I'm about to fuck it all up and I-"
His words were cut off since she interrupted to ask, "Do you want to play chicken?"
A bit rude, but he went along with it.
"Uhhh...sure. How do you play?" He looked confused. In the car he'd come with a brief outline of what he'd say. The general points. And he'd blurted out most of it.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and shifted him so he was directly in front of her. Where all this confidence came from, she had no idea. Maybe it was because he just spilled his guts. "Okay. First one to back away is the loser," she stated, slowly leaning her face closer to him. 
"You played this with Robin?" he exclaimed, looking shocked.
"Yep, had to pay off my sister because she walked in as our noses touched. My parents wouldn't let me out of the house if she told them that."
They inched closer and closer.
"Y/N?" he whispered, but she was too focused on their lips to answer him. When they were as close as they could possibly be, her lips just millimetres away from his, he brought his hand to gently tip her chin so she'd look him in the eyes, mumbling, "Is this...is this okay?" 
Fuck. They were so close she could feel his heart thumping. "Go for it," she declared, not giving a damn about anything other than the feel of his lips on hers. He pressed his lips to hers oh so gently. It was sweet and innocent and all the things she'd only ever fantasised about. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him even closer. He let out a little moan causing her to smile against his mouth. He held her and they stood that way for a few minutes, saying nothing, just smooching. He was just holding her and it felt so good she almost couldn't breathe.
When he pulled back, he joyfully rambled, "I can't believe we did that. I mean I knew I wanted to kiss you but I didn't think I'd actually do it. I like you and that kind of scares me, Y/N." She was too wrapped up in him to respond. "I've been trying for months now to get up the balls to talk to you and, and now we just did this and it was so easy and, I don't know, it feels so right I can't even explain it to you, I can't even explain it to myself. God, Y/N. I like you so much."
At his words, she melted. Completely. All her nerves went away. All her anxiety and fear. The way he said she made him feel was different from anyone else. His gentleness, his consideration, his attractiveness... it was all so different, so perfect, so wonderful. And she wasn't afraid of what would happen next.
That's why she had to playfully tease, "Wow, it's slipped from love to like. Was my kiss really that bad, Munson?"
Of course that's how she'd react. Of course. He facetiously rolled his eyes and told her to, "Shut up, loser," as he went back in for another kiss. Y/N let out a giggle as he kissed her again, slower this time, more deliberate. When he pulled back, he smiled at her, a real genuine smile. "Why the hell did I wait so long to do that?"
"I don't know, Eddie, why did you?" she asked with a mischievous smile, breaking his grasp and grabbing his hands as she backed up towards her bed. He followed her as if he was enchanted and watched with a goofy smile on his face as she pulled him with her. "Do you want to sit down?"
"Sure," he said as he perched on the edge of her bed. He didn't expect it but she sat on his lap, straddling his thighs as she faced him. His expression was priceless as he looked up at her, his eyes full of adoration and desire. She placed her hands on either side of his face and leaned in to kiss him again, since he clearly wanted more and she was happy to oblige.
Fuck, she'd completely forgot to confess to him. She'd been so caught up with his words that she forgot her own, so she admitted, "I love you too," against his lips in a sweet, reassuring kiss. He opened his mouth and reciprocated and she felt his heart thump in response. "I love you so much," she reiterated, her lips moving to place sweet pecks along his jawline.
"Not friend love?"
"Nope, the real thing." That made him smile. She brushed her finger across his bottom lip and complimented, "I love your smile. It's the first thing I noticed. It's just so...cute. And big. And happy." She placed a soft kiss on his cheek and continued, "And, I think you've got the cutest dimples."
Eddie was beaming from ear to ear. His cheeks were rosy from her words and he had to look away to not crumble into a complete blushing mess. He looked happier than she'd ever seen him look. He responded by wrapping his arms around her and pulling his head back to admire her. She was in his arms, his heart, his life, and he never wanted to let go.
"Can you pinch me?"
Odd request. "Why?"
"Cause I think I'm dreaming. I'm still asleep. I've got to be."
She guffawed and lightly slapped him across the face. Well, it was more of a pat but he took it as a slap. "I think you're awake, sleeping beauty."
To further prove that he was awake, she attached her mouth to his neck, lightly moving it until he let out a guttural moan as she found the right spot. Her hand slowly moved from the side of his neck down his chest, his abs, the bottom of his shirt, and the waistband of his pants. She paused at his zipper and looked at him for confirmation.
"You don't have to do th-"
"I want to." His face was flushed with arousal and she knew he was hard, still it was nice to ask, "Do you want to?"
"God, yes. I want you."
Unbuckling his belt and undoing his trousers, she slid them off, moving on her knees between his legs. She placed a hand on either side of his bare thighs and had to reassure him, "If you want me to stop at any point, just say the word."
"Doubt I will, baby. Is that okay? Me calling you baby, is that okay?"
"I like it, baby. You ready?" He nodded vigorously, giving her the go ahead. So, she pressed a kiss just under his navel and pulled at the waistband of his boxers, slowly dragging his briefs down. "I guess you really do like me," she joked as she looked at him, his erection pointing upward, begging to be released from its confines. Eddie had a dazed look on his face like he couldn't quite believe it was happening. Was she really doing this? It didn't seem real.
Once his underwear was removed, she placed her mouth at the head of his penis and gave it a teasing kiss.
"Fuck. I like you so much," he said then inhaled deeply as she wrapped her hand around his cock and began to slowly pump. "So much. So good...G-So good, Y-you're so pretty," he stammered as she started to gradually increase the pace of her stroking, which caused his breath to hitch. "You're so pretty, you...you make...you make..."
Just her hand had him stuttering? She wondered what kind of effect her mouth would have, so released his cock from her hand for a moment to lick her lips and prepare for the onslaught of his impending orgasm. She took him into her mouth, gently sucking the head before taking him the rest of the way down. His volume picked up a notch and his hips rose off the bed in desperate need.
"Shh..not too loud," she said, smiling as she looked up at him, her hand taking over as she spoke. He nodded, his face flushed, his eyes glassy. She looked forward and saw his hand rising to cover his mouth and stop the noise he was making. "I like hearing you. My sister, on the other hand..."
"Got it. Be -" She returned his cock to her mouth. "Be, uh, be fu-cking quieter," he panted. His breaths were hitching and his body was quaking but he didn't seem to want to stop. This turned her on more than she could contain and she swirled her tongue around him, taking him deeper, giving him better access.
This was a lot different than pleasuring herself to the thought of doing this. To have this, the real him, was so much more intense. She increased her pace and he let out a guttural but hushed moan. She could feel his body tensing, his hips rising once more. His breathing was hard, ragged, and he was so close.
"I...I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum," he warned, his hand moving to her hair. She couldn't deny him. She didn't want to. "Y-you...you keep...you keep..." Then, suddenly, he let out a long, stifled whine that turned into several more quiet but audible moans. A few seconds after his climax ended, he let out a long, shaky breath then lay back on the bed.
Y/N looked over at him and watched as his chest rose and fell with each breath, swallowing and wiping away any remnants of him with the back of her hand. She perched next to him and asked, "Good?" as she began running her fingers along his cheek, his forehead, and his nose, before trailing them down to his lips.
"Mm...that was...good. No, great. No...what's a better word for great? Fantastic. No, excellent. Perfect. That felt so..." He confirmed. Instead of continuing his sentence, his hand found the back of her neck and he pulled her forward, instantly smushing his lips with hers. His kiss was hot and demanding, his tongue delving into her mouth just as his cock had done earlier.
Stopping, he dramatically brought his hand up, making a big deal of taking his rings off one by one. When they were all off, he urged her to "Gimme your hand," and slipped them over her fingers. They were massively too big for her hand, but she didn't care. "Hold onto them for a bit."
With his newly unencumbered fingers, Eddie took a moment to watch as she admired his jewellery on her hand. He loved the way she looked in it. It was the first time he'd let her actually wear them and he could tell by her gaze that she loved it too. Then he walked his hand down to her underwear, only stopping to ask, "Is this still okay?"
"Very okay."
Consent, cool. He delved between her cotton panties, searching for the spot where she needed him the most. When he found it, he pressed her a sloppy kiss on her collarbone, before slowly sliding a finger inside her. "So wet," he whispered. He continued to work his way in and out of her, each time getting deeper. Soon, he had two fingers buried inside her and was working his thumb against her clit. Y/N leaned into his touch and started to grind her hips against him, letting out little whines next to his ear.
His hand was soaked so he brought it up to tongue for a taste. She tasted so good, he'd never get enough of her. He was so hard again he was having trouble focusing on anything but the taste. "You're so good, Y/N," he complimented. "You're so, so good. So pretty." He worked his fingers in and out of her, the friction making him want to come so much more than he already was. "I want to go down on you, baby. Is that okay?"
"Yes. Please."
With that, he lowered his head between her thighs and placed her knees over his shoulders so he could get better access. He licked softly at first, enjoying her subtle tastes, before he got more aggressive, darting his tongue over her clit and sucking on it. "Oh, fuck. You taste so good," he groaned. "Your taste..." He could barely form sentences now. 
All he could think about was burying his face in her, devouring her. He tongued her over and over again, desperate to drive her mad with desire, before he slipped a finger back into her. He enjoyed the feeling of her clutching at his hair for a moment before going back to work with his tongue. Her little moans and gasps of pleasure were music to his ears. They were the only music he wanted to hear.
 He worked her harder, bringing his tongue to her clit in time to her grinding hips. Within seconds, she was bucking and twisting, trying to get closer to his face, desperate for more. He was more than happy to give it to her. Soon, he felt her body tensing, about to climax. He kept up his pace until she was gasping his name.
"Y-you...you're..." she panted. "Holy fuck."
"Come for me, baby. Come for me. I want you to."
She slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds as she cried out his name as her body shook, her orgasm sending waves of pleasure through her. The last thing she felt was his mouth sliding down her inner thigh, licking up her wetness and settling with a soft kiss on her quaking leg. When the orgasm had died down, she opened her eyes to look at him. She smiled at him and let her fingers trail along his jaw. "Eddie, that was..." She couldn't even describe how good it had been, how incredible.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," he proclaimed, dropping a kiss on her stomach before nipping at the sensitive area between her thighs. He looked down at himself and confirmed, "Yeah, definitely the hottest. I'm, you know... again."
Chuckling at his awkwardness, Y/N reached across and opened the top drawer of her bedside table, retrieving the box of condoms her mother had given her when she found out that her daughter was hanging out with Steve Harrington. She took one out and threw it at him, asking, "You wanna?"
He took the box condom and ripped it open, winking at her as he said, "I'd love to." Before he rolled it on, she decided to begin undressing and he had to watch as she did that. "If I wasn't already hard, that would've more than done it, Y/N," he said, looking her up and down as she slipped her shirt off. 
"Good." She smiled, enjoying his appreciation for her body. She stepped out of her underwear, and he ogled in wonder, groaning a little after every piece of clothing was shed. When she was completely naked, she reached for him, running her hands up his chest and sliding his shirt off.
"I want you so much," he whispered, pressing his lips to her neck. He kissed his way down her body, taking his time over every part of her he touched. "Can you...can you ride me?" There was a funny inflection in his voice, like he was apprehensive or nervous.
"Of course."
"Really?"
"Really."
 Relief washed over him. He hadn't been sure that she'd be down for that. He'd never had the courage to ask before. He explained, running his hands up her bare thighs, "Awesome. It's been, like, a fantasy of mine to see you riding me."
"Is that so?" she asked, her voice dropping to a sexy purr as she hovered over him, her eyes sparkling wickedly. "Well, baby, let's make it a reality."
Carefully, she straddled his lap, bracing herself on his shoulders as she lowered onto his erection. He grabbed her ass to steady her as she sank down on him, and he groaned in pleasure, burying his face in her neck, kissing and licking at her skin. "Yeah, just like that," he gasped, wrapping his arms around her as she rocked down his shaft in a deep, slow rhythm.
Mind completely blank, he worked his hands up and down her back as she rode him, loving the feel of her soft, bare skin against his. He closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her, the way she fit him, the way he was filling her. 
Everything about her was even better than he had fantasised.
"You're so, so fucking tight," he breathed, his hands moving to her ass to keep her in place as he thrust upwards into her. There was no finesse, only raw, primal need. He pulled her as far down onto him as he could, revelling in the way she clung to his shoulders as he pumped into her, filling her completely. He held her so tightly, determined to make every bit of her feel good, to leave no part of her unfulfilled.
With every upstroke, every slow grind, he was getting closer to his climax. But he refused to go there until she did. Every time he tried to move, she moved with him, pushing down to meet each stroke, letting him know in no uncertain terms how much she wanted him.
"Can we change positions? I'm going to blow way too soon if I keep watching your boobs jiggle in my face." She nodded in response and let out a little chuckle, which turned into a full blown giggle as he lifted her up slightly and set her back against the pillows. She looked so amazing, so perfect, her face flushed and her hair a mess, and he let his hands trail through her wild mane as he watched the way her eyes widened as he re-entered her.
"God, you feel so good," he whispered against her ear, as a particularly forceful stroke had him groaning her name and her hands tightening in his hair.
All of a sudden she remembered something, exclaiming, "Wait," and he stopped immediately, a little afraid that he'd accidentally hurt her. "I forgot to say but my dad can't come to Motorhead because his boss is being a twat, so I've got one ticket with your name on it. If you want it."
Thank god. "This is the best fucking day ever," he laughed, going in for a snog as he started moving again, his hand holding her jaw as he pounded into her. When he broke the kiss, his thumb brushed across her bottom lip so she took it unto her mouth, sucking on it to quieten her whimpers of pure, unadulterated bliss.
Pulling away a moment later, he looked down at her, her eyes heavy lidded and filled with passion, and he moaned at the sight. "I'm not going to be able to hold out for long," he warned, and she mumbled out something that sounded similar to 'me too' then returned her mouth to his finger. "I'm almost there," he assured her, his breathing harsh and ragged. "Come on baby, my baby. I want you to come for me. Come on, you can do it, you're a fucking Goddess. I know you can. I can feel it."
And then, like a wave, came the pent-up release. The world exploded in warm, fuzzy waves of pleasure as Y/N orgasm washed over her, leaving her dazed as she came down from her high. His orgasm rocked him to the core, stealing his breath, stealing his ability to think, stealing his ability to move. He stayed inside her, kissing her shoulder as his head came to rest on her soft breasts, as his body went limp.
For a long time, he let her hold him, soaking up the afterglow of their mutual release. When he finally lifted his head, he was smiling at her. "I love you," he said, unable to stop himself.
She smiled back at him, wiping a stray lock of hair out of his face. "I love you too."
The pair got cleaned up after what Eddie thought was a sufficient amount of smushing Y/N with his body then returned to her bed to settle down for the night. The rest of the night was a lot of making out, a lot of cuddling, a lot of laughter. And that's how it was for the next couple of weeks, night after night, Y/N and Eddie falling asleep in each other's arms, and waking up just before her parents did so they wouldn't get caught.
At school on Monday, Y/N had yet to tell Robin so when Eddie passed them in the corridor on the way to class and stopped to kiss Y/N on the cheek, Robin was a little shocked. But she recovered quickly. "You're a lucky bastard, you know that? After how bad you fucked up with that friend love shit."
"I am," he agreed, and realised that a kiss on the cheek wasn't enough for him and leant down to place one on her lips in front of everyone who walked past. It was chaste and subtle, but it told people exactly what they needed to know. Eddie Munson was no longer a chicken when it came to Y/N L/N.
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bmodiwrites · 1 year
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Be My Little Baby
Hi friends! I'm here with a small little ficlet that's been stuck in my brain since I heard the song Be My Baby on American Dad. Its broken my writers block so here's hoping it's the start to more things to come. I'll probably do a second part so comment if you want to be on the tag list. Check out a snippet of Be My Little Baby down below - then check out the rest on AO3!
“Tonight’s the night!”
Steve couldn’t stop the grin manifesting on his face – Robin’s words were like music washing over him, radiating throughout his head in the best of ways. Despite being eager and overly excited by their prospect all day, Steve waited until he walked through his apartment door to truly experience the anticipation. The thought of finally going out on date with Eddie already proved to be too much of a distraction; actually allowing himself to acknowledge its occurrence in just a couple of feeble hours would’ve been his doom.
The time at Family Video already moved glacially – looking forward to something always slowed the time suck of his shift down even further.
Home now, Steve allowed the palpable giddiness to finally wash over him. He tossed his keys onto the small table right by the front door, not evening excitement breaking his routine. They landed with a satisfying rattle right where he always left them. Rolling off of that minor, yet fulfilling success, Steve shouldered out of his vest with a sigh before joining Robin on the couch.
As she turned towards him, eyes like pinpricks, Steve took in the rest of his surroundings. The musky scent of weed hit his nostrils, making the smile on his face spread a little wider. “Looks like you’re in for a wild Friday night yourself,” Steve said while reaching out to grab the small glass bowl sitting in Robin’s hands. Her glossy eyes widened for a moment, Steve’s joke settling in.
“I am right where I want to be for the rest of the evening. I even brought out the good Chinese menus.” Her long arm shot out to point at the stack of paper flyers sitting on the coffee table. Like she said, their favorite place’s offerings sat on top.
“Besides, I didn’t want to do anything too crazy. If you need emotional support or whatever, I want to be readily available.” The smirk she sent his way meant Steve wouldn’t have a moments peace until he gave her all the details… the second he walked back through the door.
Though, after months of listening to him pining, Steve figured Robin earned the right to a little dirt hot off the press.
“You’re just too nosy for your own good. Tonight’s going to be great. If I’m extra lucky, I won’t make it back to suffer your questioning until tomorrow morning.” Waggling his eyebrows, Steve flicked the lighter he picked up off the couch cushion to ignite the freshly ground green just waiting to be smoked. The satisfying rush of heat hitting the back of his throat had Steve closing his eyes, really savoring the burning drag. Despite his projected confidence, nerves were bubbling away under Steve’s skin – the immediate head swim of a recognizable high was the perfect medicine.
There was some idle chit chat as they passed the bowl back and forth every now and then the following few minutes. Robin was high enough to expose a handful of new details about her quickly escalating crush on their neighbor two doors down, pulling Steve’s mind away from Eddie and their night together perfectly. His best friends drama always sucked him in.
Check out the rest on AO3!
I'm tagging some peeps I know always enjoy the work! Let me know if you want added/removed for part two: (@writer-in-theory, @thefreakandthehair, @infinite-orangepeel)
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loveyourownsmiilee · 1 year
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Hey Juju! I’ve followed you for quite awhile and every time something 911 related happens, I come to your blog for the tea, lol. I had some speculations for the coming episodes that I thought would fit in quite well in your inbox. 😉
Next week we have Tia Pepa setting Eddie up on dates that do not go well. Eddie says so, so she switches gears and sets him up with a guy. Eddie is taken aback. By the end it’s not an awful date, like the others, but something still doesn’t feel right. After, Eddie comes home to Chris and Buck (maybe a similar scene to the end of this ep) and boom. Eddie has his Oh moment. This is what he wants. Cue Eddie pining for the next couple of eps until the end of 6x17. Love is indeed in the air and Eddie confesses his feelings, but promises nothing has to change and he’s not expecting anything from Buck. Buck’s confused and contemplating, but then we get the big call in 6x18 where they’re possibly separated. And Buck’s just like, fuck I love Eddie. Everything ends up okay on the call (Chimney! 🤞🏻😭) And we cut to a kitchen scene at Eddie’s, with Buck confessing his feelings back to Eddie. And maybe (hopefully) a kiss. Then the episode ends with a montage showing the core couples wherever they’re at, with Buck and Eddie curled up together on Eddie’s couch, to end the season. Thus we have Buddie canon going into season 7 and full circle moments for both the kitchen scenes and the couch metaphor. What do you think??
Hello Tiffany! Oh that’s so sweet of you 🥹💜 I’m glad you can find you 911 tea here haha!! I love discussing theories with everyone!!
I love this idea you have bc I know the dates aren’t just gonna be completely successful. I would so LOVE if she sets him up with a guy, just to get both Eddie and the ga used to the idea of him being with a man possibly. But of course something is off bc that man isn’t the man that makes him smile stupid and his eyes twinkle. No that man is at home with their son. I think it could be a great way to have Eddie finally have his oh moment. I’ve been discussing the possibility of both of them kinda realizing before the finale and having their pining moment for a while now so I can see it play out exactly like you mention. I think it’ll all culminate to the big finale where thehre separate from each other and after everything that’s been happening to Buck, he finally realizes that it’s Eddie. It’s always been Eddie and now he’s not by his side to help him and he kinda puts all his feelings and energy in to finding Eddie and saving him. Then the episode totally ends with them together on the fucking couch. Now idk if they’re gonna actually have them get together or just imply that there’s been a definitive change to their relationship which then leads to s7 and them officially getting together then or what but something big will come out of the finale. I’m almost certain of that. Given everything we know, everything we’ve seen like it really truly seems so inevitable at this point we don’t get something concrete by the finale. Loved this and I hope to manifest this with you!!! ☺️
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niffala · 6 months
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As I Lay Dying
Pairing: Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington
Summary: Another day, another flower added to my grave, but I still love him just the same. 
Warnings: angst, pining, unrequited love, Hanahaki Disease, implied character death
A/N: Short and bittersweet. Written in 1st person. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated. 
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I wish I could tell him how much he meant to me. Confess what I held so close to my chest. How much I lived for his smile. How every time our eyes met my world stopped. How much it pained me that he always looked away first, shame marring his perfect face. How our almost kiss still made my lips tingle. How life seemed pointless without him around.
How I'd get down on my knees to beg him to come back. 
He was like the stars, to be adored, but never touched. Maybe if I'd only tried harder. If I kept reaching, raising my hands to the sky and hoping. Dreaming. Stretching myself into an impossible shape just for the chance to see love in his eyes when he looked back at me.
It was a foolish wish. Each time he looked away, I was reminded of it. Of a love I could never voice. A yearning so great it manifested into something terrible, tangible… deadly.
I remember the first petal. We were hanging out with friends when he sat next to me, hand brushing against my own. He commented on how cold I was. Then he covered my hand with his warmer one. Leaving it there for what felt like hours, but were probably minutes. My soul soared to the cosmos… until he let go. Dropping me as soon as he saw her walk in. 
Seeing them together made my heart tighten, my stomach twist and my lungs burn impossibly hot. I began coughing uncontrollably, excusing myself to the bathroom. Sucking water from the tap, trying to clear my airway. When the spasms stopped, I found a solitary petal in the sink. It had a deep purple hue, almost black in color. I didn't think much of it at the time, but I know now I should have. 
It happened again, then again, and again. Each time there were more petals, until I began throwing up whole flowers. Most of which I didn't have a name for. The colors though; Midnight blue, indigo, amethyst, burgundy, crimson, onyx. Always different, always dark. Rich and remarkable.
There was a name for this; Hanahaki Disease. A condition that took one of the worst feelings in the world and made it equally gentle and violent. Added beauty to the pain. Yes it will kill you, but look at the pretty flowers. Look what love creates even when it isn't returned. A miracle and a tragedy rolled into one. Yeah, I guess that summed up love pretty well.
I feel the hot trail of tears slide down my face as another wave of coughing hits, expelling a large flower into my hand. Even with blood staining it, I still find it beautiful. I treasured my destruction. Keeping each one so my room now overflowed with them.
I set down the blossom, resigned to my fate. I could try to save myself. Get to the hospital and have them rip it out by the roots. Suck out the poison. Erase this devastating love.
No!
I could never do that. I'd rather spend my last moments thinking about him. Letting this love choke the life out of me. My body would be found surrounded with the gorgeous blooms. Their perfume masking my decay. A heartbreakingly perfect garden. 
Would he finally see me?
Would he know it was for him? 
Would he care? 
Or would he pluck a flower from my broken chest and give it to her?
My breath stutters, struggling for just a few more minutes. Living for the images in my head. Holding onto and replaying the memories that created every soft lethal petal.
I hope to be buried with them all. They are evidence my love was real. That there was a reason for all of this and it was beautiful. 
More than anything, I hope he knows I never regretted a single moment. 
He was worth it.
The End
A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.
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sevgilianthonisak · 11 months
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goodnight to anyone who celebrates the BUDDIE CANON DAY guys!!!! tonight we will get the couch metaphor once more, actually openly see eddie pining after buck and buck looking at Eddie some sorta way and maybe a lil bit jealous buck! I've manifested it! It's right there!!!
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softsnzstuff · 2 years
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Okay so These two gifs (not mine) inspired me to write 3.3k of unhinged sick!Eddie and soft pining Steve. Takes place pre-steddie. Length got away from me a bit, but hope you enjoy?!
P.s. Thanks @dontfeeltoohot for letting me run this idea past you at an ungodly hour :)
Down With The Sickness
Thursday
Mike and Dustin approached the lunch table, trays in hand. Mike turned to Dustin,
“Shit. Does he seem extra revved up to you?”
Dustin glanced over at the dungeon master, who was biting back anger and fiddling with a pretzel from his lunch.
“Yeah, shit. He does.” Dustin looked over his shoulder at the table of jocks behind him. They were rowdier than usual today, all in uniform, screaming and putting each other in headlocks for good fun. They’d won the championship game last night and clearly brought the after party to school with them.
Lucas made eye contact with Dustin and Mike accidentally and offered a smile. Dustin waved but was shot down by one of the older boys.
“The fuck are you looking at them for Sinclair?? That shot you took last night? It makes you a winner. Don’t associate with that table of losers.”
Eddie jumped on the table, startling everyone. “Oh, this is rich! You must be joking.” He started walking across the table towards them, “You guys really think you’re better than everyone - why? Because you can toss balls into laundry baskets?”
Eddie crossed his arms and laughed loudly as he jumped down from the table pushing Mike and Dustin aside.
A small crowd was gathering now, Robin included. Her nervous energy manifesting as she kept silently reaching out and wincing as if trying to stop the impending conflict from happening.
“Did mommy and daddy give you a extra kiss at dinner because you were such a good boy at your game?” He mocked in a baby voice before moving on.
Eddie was in a grand soliloquy now. He looked around the cafeteria, encouraging audience participation, “Do- do you guys think Jason here is cool because he can throw balls into laundry baskets?”
Jason was staring daggers at the older boy, but it ended up being Andy who took any action.
“HEY! It’s not as easy as it looks, you fucking freak. Think fast!”
Andy chucked the basketball he was holding at right at Eddie’s head. The entirety of Hawkins High watched in what seemed like slow motion as Eddie, who surprised himself, caught the basketball.
“Give it back!” Andy yelled.
Eddie smirked, getting a high off of the dumbfounded look on half of their faces. He’ll admit he didn’t know if he’d catch the ball either, but now that it was firmly in his hands he decided he’d fuck with them just a little more.
“What? You want this back?” Eddie held up the ball with one hand. In his dungeon master voice, he bowed and said, “As you wish.”
Eddie used both hands to bring the ball to his face and licked the whole side, bottom to top, making direct eye contact with Andy and winking. ‘They wanted a freak, that’s what they’ll get’ he thought. He tossed the ball back in their direction, all the jocks moving quickly out of its way with their hands up as if they were under arrest.
“What are you? Fucking five years old??” Jason shouted while a few other guys flipped him the bird.
Andy was pissed. He will not stand for his dominance being challenged in this school. White hot with rage, he placed his left hand on Eddie’s shoulder and used his right to punch him in the side - hard.”
Eddie bent over at the waist as the two younger boys rushed to his side, leaning over and asking if he was okay.
“Fucking freak.” Andy spit out. He pivoted around to walk away but landed with his face directly in the chest of Principal Higgins, who had quickly caught word of the scene unfolding.
“Both of you grab your things and meet me in my office. You’re suspended until Monday.”
Shit
As he passed by Robin on his way out, he said, “Totally worth it.”
Monday (7:10am):
Since Wayne was out of town this week and last, Eddie spent most of his suspension playing guitar in the trailer and smoking pot late into the evening.
Last night, however, he went to bed early. He told himself it was because he could be back at school tomorrow, but in all reality, he felt tired. Not just sleepy, but a sort of whole body tired that he couldn’t explain.
He’d hoped it would get better with some sleep but it only got worse. His entire body felt heavy. It ached the way his side did after Andy punched him on Thursday. His skin felt tingly, like a mix of goosebumps but being too hot.
“Heh’NxxT! NxxT!! Hh’NxxxT!!!”
He swiped at his nose. Through the brain fog (and start of a killer headache), he noticed he was sweaty - hair stuck to his forehead and his clothes feeling damp. He could also notice … that someone was knocking on his door???
“Eddie! I know you’re in there. Wake up!!”
Fuck. It was Monday and that was Max. He had been driving her to school with him recently since they lived so close together. Now that the suspension was over it was assumed that he’d resume providing rides.
He groaned, not liking the way it caught in his now extremely sore throat. Coughing into his fist, he got up from his bed and threw on dry sweatpants and a long sleeve Metallica tee before grabbing his keys and answering the door.
“Dude it’s like 7:20 already what are you - shit are you okay?” Max looked him up and down as he stood in the doorway. This was definitely the least ‘metal’ she’d seen the man look.
“Just peachy, Mayfield. Now are you gonna keep blocking my door or am I taking you to school?”
“School… um. You look like shit Eddie. I can get a ride from someone else if you wanna stay home.”
Eddie opened the door to his van, “Thanks, you really know how to make a guy feel special.” He sighed, “Nah you won’t make it in time if someone else gets you. I’ll drive you but I���m not staying.”
“I should say so.” Max mumbled.
“What did you say??”
“Nothing nothing, I said thanks for the ride.”
They drove the ten minutes in mostly silence, except for the occasional sneezing from Eddie, which was happening more and more frequently.
“H’nxxxT! Hehh NxxTT! NXXXT!!”
Eddie sniffles thickly and swears he hears Max whisper, “gross.” But when he gives her a knowing look, she averts her eyes back out the window and puts her chin in her hand.
“See you later Eddie.” When Max gets out of the van and starts skateboarding toward the school, Eddie makes a mental note to ask Robin if she might be able to give Max a ride back home.
He would usually do it, but he just feels fucking awful. As soon as he gets back to the trailer, he puts on a sweatshirt and grabs a box of tissues for his room. His throat feels like he choked on sandpaper, so he brings a small cup of water too before crawling back into bed.
Monday (3:50pm):
Steve pulls into the parking lot of Hawkins High. He wasn’t working today, so he told the boys he’d pick them up after AV club. He’s surprised to see the redhead sitting on the curb with her headphones on.
“Hey Max! What are you still doing here?” He yelled from the window.
She took the headphones off and let them hang around her neck, “Eddie was supposed to come get me but I think he forgot or something. Looked like shit this morning anyways.”
“I’m taking the guys home anyways, so you need a ride?” He offered.
Max nodded and sat shotgun while they waited for the boys to come rushing out. Max was the last one to get dropped off since she lived the furthest.
Steve pulled up in front of Max’s place. He nodded as she thanked him for the ride and went inside. As he was backing up to leave, he remembered Max saying that Eddie looked like shit? He didn’t know what the hell that was about but he was literally right across the street. He decided he’d better check on him.
He parked in front of Eddie’s trailer and knocked on the door. He stood back and waited for a minute with no answer. He was gearing up to knock again when he heard a muffled “NxxT!! H’Mptcch!! Hissschiew!!”
“I know you’re in there. Sneezy asshole.” Steve stuck his hand between the two couch cushions of the porch sofa. He knew the Munsons hid a spare key there, and well, desperate times call for desperate measures he told himself.
Steve opened the door and let himself inside, surprised to find it dark inside. “Eddie?” He called out, slowly making his way toward the metalhead’s bedroom. “Dude what the hell? Leaving Max? Not cool.”
The sight in Eddie’s bedroom stopped Steve in his tracks. Eddie curled up at the end he of his bed, blankets thrown everywhere. The floor was littered with tissues and a half-empty carton of orange juice. There was a plastic lined trash can near the head of Eddie’s bed, but a quick yet hesitant glance told Steve it was thankfully empty.
Steve knew what Max meant now. Even through the dimly lit room, he could see how pale the older man looked, dark circles hanging from his eyes, and a bright flush across his lightly freckle cheeks.
He jumped at the sudden movement when Eddie groaned and brought a hand up to his face, “mmmmmshit! Shit shit shit. Wha time’s it? I fell asleep and forgot about Red.” Eddie started hitting himself with the palm of his hand, upset that he could make such a silly mistake.
Steve grabbed Eddie’s wrist to make him stop and put the other hand on his forehead. He was burning up and definitely out of it.
“Hey hey it’s okay I got her. She’s home now Ed’s, she’s safe.” He sat on the lip of Eddie’s mattress and rubbed his shoulder, unsure if he was crossing some sort of boundary. “Listen man, you’re really sick. Let me take you to my place. We’ve at least got like. Medicine and food.”
Eddie whined, not liking to appear so helpless and weak, but the room was spinning and he was just so tired. After a bit of convincing, they were in Steve’s car on the way to his house.
Steve looked over at his passenger, “How long have you been this bad? Did you… did you drive Max like this???”
“No no, wasn’t too bad this morning.” Eddie mumbled. Steve let the pause simmer, encouraging Eddie to elaborate, “I felt kinda bad yesterday. Worse this morning. All kinds hit at once when I got home.”
“How’d you get so sick so fast?”
Eddie looked a little sheepish. “Um. I licked Andy’s basketball.”
“Jesus fucking christ, Munson.” Steve was ready to bust his balls for that one, but a glance at Eddie told him it wasn’t the time or place.
Steve helped Eddie inside and to the guest room. “You can lay down if you want. I’m just gonna go get the thermometer.”
While Steve was away, Eddie looked around the room. He wondered briefly what it must have been like growing up in a house this nice. Having a pool, central heating, always food in the fridge, and the house itself incredibly clean.
The daydream was interrupted when Steve came back in, shaking the small glass tube. He handed it to Eddie who put it under his tongue. They both sat on the bed, waiting. A silence that long should have been awkward but they were both independently enjoying the others’ company.
After a few minutes passed, Steve took the thermometer from Eddie and squinted at the little red line. “101.6 Eddie, geez. Lemme get you some Tylenol.” He handed Eddie two small pills and a glass of water.
“Do you want anything for dinner?” Steve asked.
“Not hungry.” Eddie muttered, “Can we watch a movie?”
Steve had thrown on Ghostbusters while he ate a sandwich. Eddie was next to Steve on the couch. He was trying to enjoy one of his favorite movies but he kept interrupting himself.
“Hesschu! Itsssschu! Hehh tissschiew!! SnF Hepssschiew!! Fuck!”
Eddie had only barely wiped at his nose when he started to cough productively into a tissue.
“Gnarly dude.” Steve joked.
“I’b sorry this is so fucki’g gross.” Eddie blew his nose and grabbed for another tissue.
“Hold on I think I can help with all that.” Steve gestured at his nose and chest. He left the room for a couple of minutes and came back with a humidifier, a towel and a little container.
“What is all that rich people crap?” Eddie was in a more playful mood now that the medication was doing it’s job.
“It’s a humidifier, dingus. This’ll help with the congestion.” Steve had already filled it with water and plugged it in. He pushed a button and steam started to come out the top.
Eddie stared at Steve, mouth hanging open slightly in confusion.
“Here-” Steve grabbed a rubber band off the table and came behind Eddie and pulled his hair into a loose bun. “You lean over it and breathe the steam. I’m gonna put this towel over your head so you get more of it. But take your shirt off before.”
Eddie shot an eyebrow up, challenging the younger man, “you first, Harri’gton.”
Steve rolled his eyes, trying his best to be casual, “no that’s not what I meant. It’s for the. Just do it.”
Eddie gave in and took his shirt off, resting his elbows on his knees to lean forward over the steam. Steve took in the sight of Eddie’s bare back, smiling at the light dusting of freckles.
Shaking himself out of his trance, he opened the jar and took some of the substance and rubbed his hands together before rubbing it on Eddie’s back. “Not too cold I hope.”
Steve rubbed between his shoulder blades and then moved up, massaging at his shoulders. Even through the stuffy nose, the older man could smell menthol.
“What is that?” He asked from under the towel.
“It’s Vaporub. It helps me when I’m sick.”
“It… it feels good.”
Steve smiled as the next sentence tumbled out of his mouth before he count stop himself, “If you lean back for a minute I can put some on your chest.”
He was worried at first it would be awkwardly silent, but Eddie lifted the towel from his head and let it hang around his shoulders as he leaned back slightly.
Steve had moved around to he front of the couch and knelt down, adding more Vaporub to his hands. He worked his hands from the center of Eddie’s chest out towards the edges, the older man leaning into the touch.
Steve could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he slowly glanced up. Eddie’s big brown eyes met his and they both smiled. Steve wasn’t sure if the other man knew about the crush he’d developed or not. Either way, he stood up and excused himself to wash his hands while Eddie went back to the steam.
Steve flicked on the bathroom light. He leaned against the counter and stared at himself in the mirror.
Eddie is really sick. You can’t make a move on him right now. Just be cool!
He splashed some water on his face and ran his hands through his hair before joining Eddie again on the couch.
“Issschiew! Tsssch!! H’sssciew!!”
“Bless you.” Steve said.
“snff! Tha’gs. This rich people stuff is really worki’g it’s magic.” Eddie had pulled his shirt back on and the humidifier was slowing down. “Listen Steve, I’b pretty tired. Think I’ll head to bed.”
“That’s a good idea. Get some rest, Ed’s.”
“Goodnight Steve.”
Tuesday (4:56am):
“Eddie.” Vecna’s deep growl rumbles through the Upside Down. He’s running but the vines keep grabbing at him. “Nancy? Robin?” No answer. He sees a house in the distance - somewhere he can hide. He breaks into a sprint and grasps for the handle. He swings the door open and slams it behind him as he leans against the door panting.
“Eddie? Did you find it?” Chrissy.
He looks up and Chrissy’s body is thrust against the ceiling, her bones breaking in every which way. Shit!!!!
Eddie tries to scream but no sound will come out. If he could just think of something happy maybe he could get out. If he could just find Steve.
Eddie looks around, doing a full 360°. “Steve??” He can’t find him anywhere. Demobats are swarming. He can hear Steve screaming but he can’t see him.
“STEVE!!”
Steve rushes into the guest room, wearing just pajama pants and an oversized tee shirt. He turns on the bedside lamp and sees Eddie thrashing around on the bed screaming his name.
“Steve! Steve!! Where are you Steve?!?” The cries are desperate and panicked. A nightmare for sure.
Steve perches himself on the bed by the pillows and pulls Eddie up against him by the shoulders.
“Eddie it’s okay, I’m here Eddie wake up!”
Eddie’s eyes shoot open as he grabs at Steve’s wrists, which are wrapped around his chest. His other hand cups his left ear as he cries out in pain and the tears start flowing.
He’s so embarrassed, hot tears soaking his cheeks as he leans against Steve and just sobs. “I couldn’t find you! And- and I was all alone!” He chokes out.
“You’re not alone now, Eddie. I’ve got you. Shhhh” Steve pulled Eddie even deeper into the hug and rested his own chin in the older man’s hair. He didn’t like the massive amount of heat radiating off of him.
Once Eddie calmed down, Steve brought the thermometer back. “Eddie I’m gonna take your temperature again. I think your fever spiked.”
Eddie nodded and leaned against Steve’s shoulder while they waited for the reading. Eddie was still holding his ear.
“Does your ear hurt too?”
Eddie just nodded.
“Ed’s it’s over 102 now, I think we should take you to a doctor.”
“Can’t afford that Harrington, are you crazy?”
“You need to get professionally checked out, Eddie. I’ll handle it okay?”
Steve let Eddie lay back down while he went to the other room and put in a call.
Tuesday (8:30am):
Eddie was sniffling on the couch while Steve gave him the rundown.
“Dr.Watkins is one of my dad’s good friends. I told him you’re my cousin. I babysat his kids a while ago, he owes me a favor. It’s no charge, Eddie.”
Eddie seemed unsure, but the knock at the door meant he didn’t have time to reconsider.
After a few minutes of introductions and getting set up, Dr.Watkins was ready to start examining. He started by looking in Eddie’s throat, ears and nose. Eddie explained his symptoms while he hit his blood pressure taken.
Steve was in the kitchen scratching his head and pacing. Dr.Watkins was in the other room listening to Eddie’s lungs with his stethoscope.
“Well Mr.Munson, it appears that you’ve got yourself an ear infection on top of the flu. I can write a prescription for antibiotics for the ear infection, but the flu you’ll have to wait out unfortunately. Rest and fluids, you know the drill. You’re in good hands with your cousin Steve though.”
Dr.Watkins scribbled the name of a medication on a piece of paper and handed it to Eddie. The boys thanked him as he left the house.
“Jesus, Munson. You don’t do anything in halves do you?”
“I think you already know the answer to that, don’t you? Cousin.”
They both laughed and Steve handed Eddie a glass of water. “Here’s your fluids, sick boy. Now go get some rest. I rented out Breakfast Club for us to watch tonight.”
“Whatever you say, doc.” Eddie threw his hands up in surrender as he slowly backed up towards the guest bedroom. “And Steve?”
The younger man turned around, “Yeah Eddie?”
“Thank you for taking care of me.” Eddie smiled and Steve felt his heart skip a beat. For a brief moment he thinks that maybe Eddie feels it too.
‘Maybe,” he thinks, ‘If Eddie feels better I’ll tell him how I feel tonight.’
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deluweil · 11 months
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Do you thing we’ll have canon buddie for the season finale? Or at least a hint that it could be happening next season?
To be honest? Every fiber of my being wants to scream yes!
But to not get anybody's hope up, I would say I am being carefully optimistic. Because it only leads there, I don't see any other way, any other woman even reaching proper potential significant other.
And Buck went on and on about the right couch and fell asleep on Eddie’s couch as soon as he sat in it.
And I'm not even talking about Eddie's pining Era. He breaks my heart, I swear to God.
@yelenasbuddie and I talked about it, and I told her I'm thinking Eddie is at the stage where he knows he's head over heels for Buck. He wishes he had him, but doesn't think he can have him.
So yeah, breaking my heart.
I also think there's a fair chance that everything will turn back on its axis for Buck in the finale, if only because Chimney will be injured right before (or after) proposing to his sister. And I have a real strong feeling we'll get to hear Buck screaming Eddie’s name at least once this season. 👀
So, do I think we get buddie canon? That's a hard maybe. A hint? We've been getting those for a good three seasons, so who knows.
My gut is jumping up and down saying yes, I hope it's right, manifest with me 😌🙏✨️
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cafecitoeddie · 2 years
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Okay, now i’m going to need every head canon you have for how buddie could potentially (actually realistically maybe hopefully) go down in s6 PLEASE
OH MY GOSH. thank you so much for asking lil old me, jeez, i'm honored really.
so. first off, i am a 'buck will get hurt this season causing eddie to have a break down about it like buck did trying to save him in Eddie Begins' truther till i die. its gonna happen. i will make it so. *manifesting* this will undoubtedly lead to some realizations, not for eddie per se, because i feel like deep down hE ALREADY KNOWS just how far gone he is, but for buck. because for buck, its been one sided this while time. so eddie is on the brink of losing buck, hes struggling to keep it together and then, suddenly he's okay and he just-- breaks down. and its holding each other close and clinging to each other. yea. emotional.
THEN, there's the whole Will They Won't They except its Will They Won't They TALK ABOUT THE SHOOTING. it has to happen for them to move forward. so i picture eddie having nightmares about the whole ordeal where he's the one so close to losing buck and he can't help buck, he's hurting so much, but buck is always just out reach, like he was when he got shot and reached out slightly towards buck.. (this would be similar to his nightmare with christopher and his 'you're always dying' line) every time he wakes up, he calls out for buck and either buck is there to hold him through it and THEY TALK or perhaps eddie realizes he can't put it off any longer.
i live for pining. so for me, pining is what they'll be doing in s6. mutual requited pining. i see lots of lingering looks, A HUG perhaps, lots of laughter between them, moments in the diaz house, i see buck moving in with them because there is realistically no other place he would go to if he ever needed to except maybe maddie's but ultimately, its eddie's house he'll be going to. so yea.
🕯🕯**manifesting s6 buddie**🕯🕯
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notquiteaghost · 1 year
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once again i am not watching stranger things s4 i am not writing stranger things fic i am simply putting this idea out into the universe. i am manifesting. what if steve/nancy/jonathan + steve/eddie polycule but it's the steddie that's established
like. as in show, steve & nancy date, steve & nancy break up, nancy & jonathan date, steve is fine it's cool it's not weird he's fine, cue eddie. except,
steve harrington realised he likes boys when jonathan byers clocked him in an alley, repressed that because he Had A Girlfriend, then he didn't have a girlfriend. his girlfriend was, in fact, now dating the boy who punched him into a sexuality crisis. so why bother not admitting to himself he likes guys too when he's busy trying to quit doing something far more pathetic (pining hopelessly for his ex and her new bf)?
meaning, by s4, steve and eddie get together with only 'traumatising near-death experiences' and 'debilitating self worth issues' and 'general teenage boy idiocy' as stumbling blocks. not smooth sailing, but they get there. they're good. they're good!
eddie learns to read steve. eddie hears about the great bi awakening afternoon violence. the byers visit hawkins; eddie sees steve around jonathan&nancy. eddie knows damn well what a lovesick steve harrington looks like
eddie gets steve alone (difficult, when the byers are only visiting, and there is limited jonathan time available) (robin is still nearby, because eddie was already well-aware he does not have sole custody of steve's affections) and says "you know you're not subtle, right?" and steve blanches white and eddie adds "no, sweetheart, i don't mind. or, well, i do, but only 'cause i love you and watching you pine like this is painful. actually, physically painful"
and steve says "alright, no need to rub it in, asshole" and eddie rolls his eyes and says "you dated nancy for over a year, you've got regular phone dates with jonathan, they are absolutely into you"
and that is as far as i can take this concept with my incomplete s4 knowledge. but you get where i'm going, yeah? what if your wingman is your boyfriend, and also he's trying to set you up with your ex, and somehow? this works???
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littlespoonevan · 2 years
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@evanbucxley replied to your post “”:
always here to answer any telepathic call you may have ❤️❤️❤️ ALSO. oh my god if u find one of the manifestations we got right you have to lmk
​i just checked and we actually did get some right??? aksjdh this is the list from the last ask before s5 aired:
somebody - literally anybody - to find out about eddie’s will and extensive focus on their reaction™ - not yet but babe we can dream
buck helping eddie through a panic attack in 5x01 ✅ (5x13 counts)
buck and eddie reading each other’s minds on a call and showing in sync they are and what a great team they make ✅ (5x16 my beloved)
a buddie scene 19 minutes into episode 1 (as requested when 911 was 19 days away) - okay this didn’t happen but at 18 minutes we got “That could be called repression” and that’s almost just as good askjdhf
good old fashioned buckley-diaz game/movie night - 5x18 manifestation circle 🙏
our christmas miracle (u know the one, tim) - no dice unfortunately
a scene that rivals the 3x09 kitchen scene - ✅ i mean 5x13 and 5x14 surely do, right?????
christopher’s eleventh birthday party including buck staying behind afterwards to help clean up bc it’s eddie’s house and he’s not really a guest ❌ (he’s definitely not a guest tho)
longing looks ✅✅
buck and eddie’s knees touching again when they sit next to each other - not knees but shOULDERS which is even better tbh
eddie and buck dealing with the fallout of everything in 4x14 - kind of??
A HUG (but make it linger) - soon for the love of god please
pining jealous eddie with some longing looks thrown in for good measure - ✅ 5x11 bar scene god bless
a tiny Hint that buck stayed with eddie during the physical part of his recovery - ✅ switching this to emotional recover bc 5x13 and 5x14 exist 
chris watching buck and eddie with a fond smile - at the vow renewal mayhaps??
the best friends episode!!! - not yet 😔
isabel or pepa interacting with buck again - unfortunately not 😔
more pining eddie and face journeys ✅
some nice cathartic emotional healing for eddie ✅✅✅✅✅
and finally bc why the fuck not: buck clutching eddie’s face between his hands when he’s pulled to safety from the helicopter to make sure he’s okay complete with a forehead touch - okay well this didn’t happen but i still want a forehead touch lol
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parameddie-a · 2 years
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manifesting for this season
more paramedic eddie ace eddie arc rec baseball league eddie (or other hobbies for himself but I love this one so much) pining era eddie  eddie making choices for himself and not just defining himself as a dad and firefighter EDDIE LEARNING TO LIVE WITH BIPOLAR ARC DAMMIT
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